#baby aragorn

[minahwa]

redraw of my old work

scene from @halfelven’s ‘so late in returning’ fic

[thegreenleavesofspring]

A little flash of white out of place caught his eye, and Elrohir backtracked to peek into the bush. A little back, clad in a white shirt, was presented to him, a scruffy dark little head bent over knees. The peredhel paused a moment, then wiggled through the twigs and leaves to settle beside the small person, resting a gentle hand on the bowed back. “Estel?”

The child immediately sat straight, swiping a grubby arm across a damp little nose. “Lowd Elwohiw,” he greeted politely, bravely trying to hide his misery.

“Ai, little one,” Elrohir murmured, washed in quick sympathy. “May I give you a hug?”

Estel flung his little self into the Elven lap, wrapping strong wiry arms about Elrohir’s middle. The Elf sighed softly and rearranged the child, cuddling the small boy close. “I know it’s all rather overwhelming right now,” he murmured. “But it will get… easier, in time.”

Estel looked up with curious grey eyes. “Ovawa-weh-”

“Overwhelming,” Elrohir repeated, slowly and clearly. “It means it’s… hm. It’s too much for you to process…” He looked down into a small face of perfect confusion. “It means too much newness. That it’s all loud and colorful when you just want quiet.”

Estel nodded eagerly. “Yes! It’s beautiful hewe,” he said politely, before his little lip poked out, his whole face drooping. “But I miss Da, and evewyone else, and…” He buried his face in Elrohir’s stomach. “Kin I stay with you fow a bit?” his small muffled voice asked, and Elrohir’s heart melted. He placed a gentle hand on the frowzy head.

“Of course you can, Estel.”

[i-am-pinkie]

This is 74 different kinds of perfect! 😍🥰

aragorn decided he was going to marry arwen when he was like, six.

also that whole tale of aragorn and arwen thing where he saw her in the woods at twenty and fell instantly in love and it’s very beren and luthien? lies.

aragorn decided he was going to marry arwen when he was like, six.

and everyone thought it was just the cutest thing, baby estel with his little crush on the great immortal evenstar, and everyone would tease him about it relentlessly and he would get so mad, and pout, because how dare they doubt his word.

(arwen spent a lot of time biting back smiles and nodding very seriously when aragorn brings this up with her. no, estel, I do not know why they are laughing perhaps they have remembered a particularly funny joke.)

and then aragorn grows into this gangly teen and oh my god can you imagine being a pimply greasy teenager around fucking elves it’s a wonder he has any self-image left. His voice breaks every other word and the laundresses are beginning to wonder if something is wrong with the sheets because estel keeps washing them himself and aragorn wants to die, god, arwen is never going to marry him if he stays all elbows and skinny knees and he can’t even look her in the eye anymore without blushing, eye contact is probably something to look for in a husband—

(arwen, who never had to go through puberty because elves don’t do anything so undignified, tries to comfort him by saying she likes his blemishes. aragorn gives her a look of such utter, miserable despair that she starts laughing.)

(this is a mistake. he spends the next three weeks nursing his wounded ego and refusing to see her.)

estel is twenty when he asks for her hand. he is lean, slender and fair as a new tree, and so arwen does not feel guilt in kissing his cheek and gently refusing. he is still green, he will weather greater storms than this—and he takes it as he should, clasping her hand and swearing to ever be her loyal friend.

they write to each other—when she is in lorien, when he wanders with the rangers of the north, fights alongside gondor, travels to distant lands. it is an inconstant tie—he is rarely afforded time enough to put pen to paper; she is reserved so as not to encourage what may not be. (she signs her letters always, your friend. She likes him too well to be cruel in this.)

the years pass. his weariness and strife creeps onto the page, and she sends him tokens to fend off the darkness—leaves from lothlorien, the ribbon from her hair, snippets of poems. it is not enough it is never enough I am sorry, she writes.

his reply is gentle: you are enough. do not stop writing.

(she carries that letter tucked inside her sleeve for a long while, like a talisman—though against what evil, she does not know.)

she is in the house of her grandmother when a familiar voice calls out to her: my lady luthien!

this is when arwen looks up, sees aragorn—broad of chest and rugged, still wearing his battered mail, with one hand balanced lazily on the pommel of his sword. All the trees of caras galadhon are gold but he is shadow and silver, kingliness resting lightly on his shoulders—

and arwen thinks, oh fuck

[tomcriuse]

Viggo Mortensen as Aragorn The Lord of the Rings: Two Towers 2002, dir. Peter Jackson

[meteors-lotr]

Imagine the fellowship showing each other pictures and paintings of themselves as children

Everyone cooes over Gimli with the tiniest little beard and mini axe, the Hobbits all sleeping in a little pile of curls and tails, Aragorn in formal elven clothing but his hair is still as messy cause they couldn’t style it even if they tried, Boromir holding a baby Faramir cause he refused to part with him after he was born

And then Legolas shows the ugliest fucking thing any of them had ever seen, looking like a fleshy newborn bird with enormous eyes and ears, and he’s proudly boasting over how he’s seen as one of them most beautiful elven infants in millennium, and the rest of them are afraid to say anything because What The Fuck

[sparknoteslitmemes]

[nvd94]

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

I love drawing young Aragorn strolling around in Rivendell

[butadailovehim]

sometimes i imagine young elrond (relatively young, you know for elves) grieving the loss of his brother, trying to respect his decision to die a mortal death, really respecting his decision, but still feeling sour about it from time to time when everything becomes too much, sorta thinking you left me alone, why did you leave me alone and celebrian, galadriel, everybody around him is saying something along the lines everything happens for a reason and sure, elros becoming the first great king of numenor should be enough reason and elrond understands that? but it still makes his heart ache, but he lives on, he keeps an eye on his brother's line, protects the middle earth where it counts, and that's how it goes for a couple hundred years

and then there comes a human woman with a little boy, and sure there were many before. he kept an eye on his brother's descendants before, but this one is so small and his little feet take him all around rivendell where he somehow always manages to find trouble, and his eyes are the shade achingly similar to his brothers, and sometimes he calls him ada because he learned it from his other kids

and one day he's reading little estel a story (maybe a legend of an old king who rose to greatness before he faded away) and he looks at the child snoring away on his chest, a child that wouldnt be here had elros made a different choice

and he thinks. oh. that was the reason.

[autistook]

random LOTR gifs pt ???????

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

Ok, look:

We all find it cute/funny if Aragorn knew Borimir as a baby. But consider this: Aragorn babysitting Theoden as a child and through the entirety that we see them interact in lotr, Theoden’s inherent fear of disappointing a teacher is going off in the back of his mind.

Aragorn, coming into rohan for the first time in decades, accompanied by a wizard, elf, and dwarf: was there any trouble (while i stepped out of the (classroom) kingdom)?

Theoden, yeeting away any and everything that hints at his corruption and sitting up straight: No-

[rukafais]

have yall seen the "Gilraen, Dùnedain Protector" card art for the lotr/mtg set because if you havent. please look at it

[SOURCE]

[sesamenom]

Elanor visiting Gondor

(aka, practicing painting style for the 12 days of dagorath finale lol)

[strawberrysnscreams]

soooo heeere it iiissss :D

this was gonna be posted sooner but the software I was using shut itself down suddenly when I was literally just about done and I almost threw my laptop across the room 😃

(Hobbit one coming soon)

[tomcriuse]

Viggo Mortensen as Aragorn The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring 2001, dir. Peter Jackson

[theoppositeofprofound]

the problem with lothlorien is that 180 days of the year you have to go gently wipe down your house o’ silver wood high in the treetops and it looks like this all over

[angelellipsis-devilofdots]

rip aragorn you wouldve loved francesca and wasteland baby by hozier