#dwelleth

[wiirocku]

Psalm 91:1 (KJV) - He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.

[scion-of-kings]

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Gil-galad is a sleepwalker.

Gil-galad is great with kids.

Gil-galad sings in the shower.

Gil-galad does not know what sleep is.

Gil-galad is going to heaven.

Gil-galad has an incredible long-term memory but an awful short-term memory.

Gil-galad can't sit in a chair properly.

Gil-galad had an emo phase.

Gil-galad fucked your mom.

Gil-galad has fallen asleep at their desk while working in the middle of the night.

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[tarninausta]

This is maybe not how it's meant to work but I like unquiet dead, so consider: when Gil-Galad dies, his soul doesn't go to Mandos as it was meant to, but is trapped in Mordor due to Sauron's magic (necromancer and all). It is only when Sauron is defeated and his hold on Mordor broken for good that Gil-Galad passes on to the halls and finds rest.

[eri-pl]

So, Book of Lost Tales continues.

Hiding of Valinor was a bad idea. Really bad. It's clearly said in the text.

This rejected fragment, which beautifully illustrates some of Tolkien's... problems, I suppose is the proper word, with deciding his mythology (tldr: the Valar messed up but we won't say that so rudely, also maybe it was the plan, also some do whisper some wild speculations. Some who? We aren't told who.)

[yeslordmyking]

John 5:30 — Today's Verse for Saturday, September 16, 2023

[scion-of-kings]

And at that, Gil-galad couldn't help but sigh.

Perched upon the edge of his desk, the High King lowered a gaze filled with as much sorrow as understanding. No notes of surprise betrayed his expression, because there was none; in prior times, when he'd been a very young king trying not to drown under the weight of a crown, Gil-galad had regarded Elrond and his twin as the little cousins he'd never had —time and war and responsibilities had seen that perspective changed, but not what he'd come to know about them.

"Elrond, I am not asking you to be your brother, nor do I want you to do my bidding to make me happy," he said after some moments of silence. "Or because you feel like you have to. It is still a proposal you are welcome to discuss."

"My brother was the leader, not me," Elrond said. "I don't have the talent," The lack of self confidence in him was great. Elros was a natural born leader, while Elrond stayed back and preferred to be a follower. He was the healer, the calm one, and the understanding one. Elros was outgoing, and a bit brash at times. They were different as night and day.

"If you think so, then I trust your judgement, my king,"

[kikisrings]

There are people who watch The Rings of Power and don't like Gil-galad and I'm like ????

What do you mean you don't love Gil-galad? Do you know he was an elven king? That of him the harpers sadly sing? And he was the last whose realm was fair and free between the mountains and the sea?! Do you even know that his sword was long and his lance was keen? And his shining helm afar was seen?? And don't get me started on the countless stars of heaven's field that were mirrored in his silver shield!Are you not sad that long ago he rode away? And that where he dwelleth none can say? Do you even care that into darkness fell his star?! In Mordor where the shadows are!

[wiirocku]

1 John 4:16 (KJV) - And we have known and believed the love that God hath to us. God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him.

[scion-of-kings]

𝐆𝐈𝐋 - 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐃

LAST HIGH KING OF THE NOLDOR IN EXILE AND OF THE ELVES OF THE WEST

Independent, selective & private portrayal of Gil-galad of Tolkien's legendarium The Silmarillion ft. other works • Headcanon based • Trop friendly Written by Nin • 30s • Est. 2017 Guidelines + verses (mobile edition) • Headcanons • Playlist Affiliated with: @tallshipsandtallkings (Elenna, Elendil, Isildur & Anárion), @vardamaiden (Ilmarë), @sungsilver (Celebrían), @iriysse (Aredhel), @nuruhuine (Fingon), @celevrian (Celebrían), @springsdawn (Minuialwen), @laughingmaiden (Lalwen), @ccelebrian (Celebrían), @ofthevanyar (Amarië), @ondothlim (Glorfindel and Maeglin).

[scion-of-kings]

There is one certainty, staring at the minute changes in her expression: he would follow her to the ends of the world and beyond, wherever that might be, if it meant her heart was whole and safe.

That is his duty, one he both fears and not that will become more important than his obligations as a king. Then again, he had never craved for anyone to be his queen in title only —he needs and wants an active partner, someone with whom to share every aspect of life.

“May we walk this path together, then,” Gil-galad says quietly, emotion lodged in his throat. His voice is rough, and he covers it with a gentle hum and a kiss to Celebrían's temple, the kind which never fails to make either of them smile as they hold the other close.

It feels intimate already, and yet the High King craves for more when his love's mouth wanders across his skin, teasing, biting, worshipping and setting fire to each inch they happen upon.

“We will see about who does the stealing,” he teases, standing up with Celebrían in his arms. The flower crown is secure on his head, but it does slip forward when he leans in to kiss her. “Shall we bring refreshments with us? It might take us a while until we find our way back,” Gil-galad proposes as he marches towards the garden's doors.

There are a few spots they favour but, with how the court behaves, they might have to play hide and seek for a while until they can be sure none will happen upon them. And how much will they talk, indeed, if they see him carrying his not-yet-bride like this?

It is with a reluctance that's born of tiredness that Gil-glad gently bends to help Celebrían to her feet. He cups her face in his hands, thumb trailing over her lips before he leans in to kiss her properly.

“The waterfalls should be quiet enough. There is a hidden terrace next to the top of the southern one.”

IMPOSSIBLE  FOR  ANY  SHADOW  TO  CREEP  WITHIN  THE  LIGHT  OF  A  REALMS  BRIGHTEST  STAR.  warmth  home  in  her  chest,  a  flutter  which  never  dulled.  subtle  the  shift  from  what  once  was  to  what  now  holds  it’s  deepest  place  in  her  heart.  her  finest  endeavour  had  become  a  quest  to  ease  the  weight  upon  his  shoulders.  formidable  to  bear  it  all  as  high  key,  he  deserved  respite,  deserved  to  feel  wanted  beyond  a  crown  of  duty. she  felt  whole  in  his  arms.  far  from  any  lingering  shadow  or  fear. 

content  to  breathe  him  in.  to  share  in  auras  interwoven  with  one  another.  the  very  idea  that  she  was  his  equal  another  reason  to  why  he  stands  in  his  position  as  high  king.  immeasurable  grace  and  honour,  goodness  to  the  very  core  of  him;  among  the  unending  list  of  reasons  why  she  loved  gil-galad.  intimacy  shared  in…silver  ?  molten  gaze  widens  at  musings  spoken  aloud.  celebrían  forgets  to  inhale,  holding  air  bound  as  the  racing  of  her  heart.  of  course  she’s  thought  of  it.  of  staring  down  at  a  symbol  of  their  adoration  shimmering  bright  as  twilight.  when  time  comes,  she  thinks,  there  will  be  no  second  of  hesitation  on  her  part.  ❛ mui  tinu,  where  ever  your  heart  goes,  mine  will  follow.  ❜ 

she  is,  enveloped  in  him,  in  the  moment  where  time  stops.  fingers  wrapped  around  dark  tendrils,  a  palm  that  travels  from  his  jaw  and  gently  trailing  down  his  neck.  the  brush  of  lips  and  pretty  words  from  her  beautiful  star.  ❛ you’re  indulging  me  too  much  already  ❜  a  gentle  tease,  a  giggle  spun  of  song  and  silk.  she  favours  a  trail  of  stolen  kisses  from  one  corner  of  his  mouth  to  the  other. 

❛  thoughts  ?❜  she  hums,  soft  bite  follows  a  path  of  lips  along  his  jaw.  but  the  garden  speaks  of  hidden  intimacies,  of  beauty  shared  between  them  and  time  that  none  could  steal.  ❛  no  thoughts  that  are  not  you  and  now  stealing  you  away  to  the  garden.  ❜

[wiirocku]

1 John 4:15 (KJV) - Whosoever shall confess that Jesus is the Son of God, God dwelleth in him, and he in God.

[scion-of-kings]

It is not often that the High King indulges his court and sings, but that is something most of Forlond has witnessed at some point or another —they are, after all, in the land of music.

Old Falathrim tunes are his personal favorite, having learnt them from both Círdan and his mother since he was a young boy, but he does know the catchy, lively songs his people keep composing in Lindon, as well as the melodies from Númenor in the days of Aldarion.

Despite his love for music, it is very rare to have him play his harp where someone might listen. That skill is something that brings him back in time to Hithlum, to hazy memories of long winters when his father had been alive and singing softly by his side, and of his grandfather's big hands keeping him upright while he learnt to walk and dance. Consider yourself very lucky if you've seen the High King caress the strings with reverent fingertips.

[adventuresofalgy]

The bright, cold, frosty weather, which in most years visited the wild west Highlands of Scotland for a short period in February, continued to render Algy's home environment a great deal less wild than usual. But it was also very chilly, and Algy found that despite the increased light, the crocuses in his assistants' garden were feeling reluctant to open their jewel-like flowers.

Resting briefly on the frosty grass, Algy tried to coax them a wee bit, but despite his flattery the lovely "stars of earth" remained firmly closed for the time being, complaining that it was altogether too cold for flowering just now:

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld. Wondrous truths, and manifold as wondrous, God hath written in those stars above; But not less in the bright flowerets under us Stands the revelation of his love. Bright and glorious is that revelation, Written all over this great world of ours; Making evident our own creation, In these stars of earth, these golden flowers.

[Algy is reciting the first four verses of the long religious poem Flowers by the 19th century American poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.]

[wiirocku]

1 John 4:12 (KJV) - No man hath seen God at any time. If we love one another, God dwelleth in us, and His love is perfected in us.

[scion-of-kings]

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[scion-of-kings]

The days since the couriers had departed his halls had turned to weeks, and the weeks had turned to months. And while rumours had risen around his inner circle, again, about Celebrimbor's true allegiances and intentions, Gil-galad had not shown a single sign of distress.

He knew the smith's nature.

He knew that as precise as he was in his work, perfectionism didn't extend to other aspects of life, and punctuality was the least of his worries when it came to matters out of his forges.

And so the High King had waited, reassuring his council that nothing was amiss, that this was just Celebrimbor —surely an urgent project had detained him longer than expected. The moment the guards had sent word to the palace that the smith's entourage was approaching the city, Gil-galad made sure all the necessary arrangements were made; comfortable rooms, empty stables, a bathhouse for the weary travellers' use, and the herbal blend he remembered as Celebrimbor's favourite promptly delivered both to his study and to the smith's guest room.

“It would have come to an end earlier if you would care to measure time,” the High King said as a greeting, but his tone was light and it held a certain amusement. “Perhaps one day you will devise something to take it into account more efficiently.”

Gil-galad stood from his seat to lock his forearm with his relative's, a smile of genuine joy brightening his features. Measuring time accurately or not, it truly had been too long.

“I am quite sure you have heard the rumours going on about your rebellious nature, and whether you agree with this crown you forged,” the High King went on, a hand momentarily touching the golden leaves wrapped around his temples, “but I care not for them. That is not why I summoned you, even though it is what the court believes.”

He circled the settee towards the fireplace to fetch an already hot teapot, and tilted his head towards the seats and the low table set between them.

“I will let you catch your breath,” Gil-galad added, placing the hot item over a folded cloth to protect the table. “I trust you had an uneventful journey? I am loath to admit there are sections of the road not as safe as they used to be.”

A summons to Lindon had been received, and while Tyelpë was loathe to leave Eregion, he had no intention of ignoring his King's call. Ereinion had once endeavoured to explain the complicated political threads tethering the pair of them, of how the blood of Feänor within Celebrimbor's veins lead some to suspect him of potential insurrection. The smith, however, had never quite been able to wrap his head around it and had dismissed such things as foolish worries. He and Ereinion were on friendly terms, were they not?

Besides, Tyelperinquar had long since cut ties with his fathers family. In his mind, there was more tying him to the dwarves of Khazad-dûm than there was to his own kin.

After settling his affairs, passing on projects to suitable members of Gwaith-i-Mirdain and finishing up those he truly could not bear to part with (the process of which took about a week or two,) Tyelpë began the long ride to Lindon. In all... what ought to have taken a month (accounting for the messengers two week ride to Eregion and Tyelpë's ride to his King's side) took almost two.

Which, naturally, did nothing to help the rumours of his wilful and rebellious nature.

Having taken time to freshen up and change into a pale, olive green robe, Tyelpë sought Ereinion in his study, a weary smile on his face. "It is easy to forget how long that ride truly is..." remembering himself, the smith ducked his head in a show of respect.

"Anda lúme avánie... meldonya."

(("It has been too long, my friend..." allegedly. Cross checked various sources.

@scion-of-kings ))