#el loves elrond

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maglor dies in this post so only go ahead if you need a shot of angst okay warning done

What if Maglor doesn't die right away? What if he tries to live on, but is so haunted by his mistake, that one day he starts drowning and his fëa and hröa are just too fucking tired to save him, just to live another wretched day of his cursed existence? What if Maglor dies thinking the world had forgotten him as anything but a kinslayer, had shunned his music, his wife moved on, Elrond despising him?

What if Elrond goes to find him, but he's too late, and Maglor is too far gone in grief and pain that he never finds him, not even a trace?

Because Feanorians are cursed to die, and Elrond is always forced to watch.

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🎶 the cold never bothered me anyway 🎶

Run Elrond Run Game

Let's have fun and try to come up with tag lines for this scene. We need as many as possible. It is known. :-)

[chaos-of-the-abyss]

elrond explicitly preferring his sindarin heritage over his noldorin one and continuing in his own sons the "el-" prefix naming tradition that dior began in honor of thingol... sindar stans we stay winning

[voidselfshipp]

Howdy Jerico! Wanted to ask these for the rolodex ask game :>

8. Bauble: Does your f/o like to collect anything? If not, do they own something that brings them immense joy and satisfaction- if so, tell us about it! For Thandruil!

10. Vociferous: What are some things your f/o is passionate about? Why are they passionate about these things? Do you share their passions? How likely are they to get into a debate over their passions? For Elrond!

3. Izod: How tough is your f/o? Have they ever reached their breaking point and if so, what happened and how did they pick themselves back up afterwards + how did you help them through this time? For Legolas!

Lux @tex-treasures

Thank you Lux!!

Thandruil I see collecting beautiful Stones and gems, things he has hanging on his room because when the light hits them they shine and sparkle. I think something that brings him joy is his son! He May not look like it but his son makes him proud.

For elrond, he has a very strong sense of justice. Hence he is passionate about setting things right, not necessarily by the book but the right thing nonetheless, I think he'd be also passionate about elven philosophy. I share the sense of justice and the need to do things right.

For legolas,hes very thought but incredibly soft. He broke during the movies of The Hobbit. But for what reason I cant remember. But I think failing is what breaks him the most, every time he breaks himself down for failing I like to cuddle with him,pamper him and reassure him, hold him tight and Gently pet his hair, caress the shells of his ears and kiss him, his forehead,the tip of his nose.

When he feels better I urge him to try again and to not give up, hes always a happy elf, afterwards. My Ray of sunshine💞💕💛☀️

He has a Pep in his step,a big calm smile, little giggles and small jumps when he walks. Its adorable to see, my dearest elf Prince!

Thank you for the ask! Only mutuals allowed to reblog.

[wordbunch]

healer's healer [Elrond x reader]

a/n: WELL! look at that. the people want ROP Elrond and of course I give them Elrond ♡ it's short but bear with me - I haven't done creative writing in ages and I feel very rusty, but he deserves good things. 🥹

I didn't watch the S2 trailer bc I never do that, but I did see screenshots of baby El after some battle 😭😭😭 so this vaguely goes off of that. Enjoy! 💞

Your breath hitched in your throat as you hurried down the spiraling staircase from your chambers, having noticed a familiar (and beloved) figure on the horizon. Though he was approaching uncharacteristically slowly, without mistake it was your spouse in the distance, returning from his latest task along with his companions. As fast as your legs carried you, you ran out to meet them - well, Elrond - and your heart clenched at his disheveled and evidently injured state. Immediately you scurried to the horse he was on, all drawn into himself and with scars etched into his handsome face.

“Meleth nín,” you breathed out, helping him down as gently as you could muster. Elrond clung onto you as soon as you came in contact, as he held one arm protectively over his middle.

“Beloved,” he replied, fatigue dripping from his words. “I have returned to you… as promised.” His attempt at a soft smile turned into a painful grimace as you slowly walked to somewhere he could at least sit down comfortably. You helped lower him onto the nearest settee you could find and began anxiously examining his wounded form.

“I knew you would keep your promise, always,” you whispered to him, cradling his face in your hands with a feathery touch. The way he was looking at you was shaking you to the bone - in his storm-colored eyes you could see an echo of many a thing he had seen, found, and been through, and you could all but hear your heart crack. “Breathe,” you attempted to soothe him. “Where does it hurt?”

“Everywhere,” he winced, meeting your eyes once again, shakily reaching for your hand laid across his scarred cheek. It was easy to notice his breaths were heavy and uneven. “I love you,” he added hastily, stopping your thoughts in their tracks, as if he was afraid he wouldn’t get many more chances to lavish you in his feelings. “I-I did not know whether… whether I would have another opportunity t-to… tell you that… one more time.”

“My brightest star,” you breathed out, leaning your forehead against his and reveling in his presence after the agonizing weeks of uncertainty. Elrond soaked in your warmth and softly nudged his nose against yours. “We will not speak of such things, ever. You are home now, you are safe, and I am here.  We are going to get you healed, I promise. Neither of us is going anywhere, ever” 

“Until the whole Middle-earth is no more than a distant memory,” he quietly echoed the vows you had exchanged quite a few moons ago. You were hoping you could actually sense, and not that you were just deceiving yourself, that he was beginning to feel more at ease (if not less in pain) only through being in your arms once again.

“Meleth nín,” you inched back only slightly to look at his state, “do you think you could be strong enough to get up with me and walk to our chambers? I will hold you the whole time,” you squeezed his chilly hands in encouragement, eliciting a subtle nod from your spouse. “Then we will make you comfortable, warm, and I will do everything in my power to heal you. From the things you are able to tell me, just as much as from the things you cannot speak of yet.”

Immediately his arm was around your shoulders as he reluctantly rose to his feet. You heard him breathe through his teeth, but you knew he could do it. He was as strong as he was kind, and you were more than willing to bring back his joyous laugh and twinkling eyes.

“How strong have you gotten in these weeks, my dove,” he quipped, doing his best to lighten the somber atmosphere. “I have got a true elven warrior by my side.”

“I have only tried to match you, I admit.”

♡

I should try to somehow revamp my taglist too :/

[crazyaboutto]

Dramatic ellon

Also imagine El's cape hitting the face of the elf behind him 😭😭💀💀

Why is that scene giving this 🤣

Spider-Elf Elrond Peredhel

Spider-Elf, Spider-Elf, Does whatever a spider can Spins a web, any size, Catches thieves just like flies Look Out! Here comes the Spider-Elf.

Spider-Elf, Spider-Elf Friendly neighborhood Spider-Elf Wealth and fame He's ignored Action is his reward.

Tbf he fits so well with spidey:

Dead parents

Cursed love life

Being a geek

The devil fucked over his family too (mephisto for spidey; mormor for elly since if not for mormor, his father would be with him longer)

[amethysttribble]

“He resembles Princess Luthien greatly,” Oropher said and Celeborn stiffened on instinct.

He side-eyed his kinsman, bracing for the impact of whatever came next. Oropher never made idle comments. Oropher epecially never made idle comments to him, not without the direct intention of starting a fight.

Celeborn hoped this wasn’t intended to be a fight. He’d promised Gil-galad, and more importantly, Galadriel, that they wouldn’t so much as bicker tonight. They were supposed to stand next to one another in solidarity and pretend like the High Council of Lindon wasn’t fracturing at the seams and about to fall apart, the direct consequence of Oropher’s words and desires and pride.

But right now, Oropher at least wasn’t speaking of their king- ‘I don’t remember choosing him, do you think you speak for all of us?’- but of the one standing next to him on the ballroom dais. Of perhaps the one person whose name and presence between them was just as, if not more, incendiary than Gil-galad’s. Poor Elrond.

“He does,” Celeborn replied mildly, biting his tongue before he could ask why Oropher was bringing this up now. It wasn’t like he’d never seen the young lord- no longer a boy, not a child by any race’s measure, though it was hard to remember- before. It wasn’t like they all didn’t meet and talk often enough.

“More than either Elwing or Earendil. Or her.”

And, ah. There it was.

“True enough,” Celeborn said, and he wasn’t sure if Oropher wanted him to agree or not, but he wasn’t going to lie.

Elrond took greatly after dear Aunt Luthien. In some lights it was slightly nerve wracking.

Oropher crossed his arms rather than reply immediately, his face closed off. Not stony or hard like at council meetings, but his thoughts and feelings were far away from any observer. He actually looked like the lord they pretended he was, rather than the rogue marchwarden he actually was; regal. When Oropher looked like that he reminded Celeborn of Galathil.

He looked away.

“I think, in the details though, they are more present. His cheeks, for example-“

“And it’s funny,” Oropher said, and he even huffed a very sad laugh, trying and failing to make it sound like he actually was joking. The two of them hadn’t shared a joke since… since.

Celeborn certainly wasn’t laughing. He closed his eyes and swallowed his annoyance at being interrupted. He knew Oropher did it on purpose, perpetually the preteen at his brother’s table delighting in ribald and shock.

And there were his words to consider.

“El-Elwing didn’t really take after Luthien very much.”

She didn’t. She’d taken after the person whose presence hung between Oropher and Celeborn like the unlight of Ungoliant, sucking the air out of the room. Which was a horrible legacy for someone they both loved so much, but grief did strange things to already strained relationships.

“I keep asking myself if there’s something about Earendil I’m forgetting.” Oropher was rambling now, highly uncharacteristic. Celeborn drew in a long breath and re-centered himself in anticipation for wherever this was headed. “Has Galadriel said anything about a resemblance to anyone in her family?”

Celeborn raised an eyebrow, but Oropher wouldn’t look at him. His eyes were locked somewhere past Elrond’s head. Hopefully he hadn’t noticed.

But Oropher acknowledging Galadriel’s family, Earendil’s family willingly?

Oropher had always seemed to operate under some purposeful mental dissonance, wherein he forced himself to think of Galadriel as some Telerin princess who had mystically made her way across the sea alone and by sheer force of will. And Earendil? He might as well have been prince to some lost, entirely independent Elven kingdom- not Sindar, not Laiquendi, certainly not Noldor- for how Oropher acted, for the most part.

He’d slipped in an argument about Gil-galad once when he shouted that, ‘Earendil was the only Noldo I would have ever had for my king and he’s gone!’

“She’s never made any special mention of a resemblance,” Celeborn said carefully. He didn’t want to call attention to the… mannerisms picked up from certain half-cousins that Galadriel had noticed. That wasn’t a resemblance, after all. “Why?”

“No particular reason,” he said, though it was becoming clear that there was a very particular reason, “just, many remark that his brother took after Earendil and I never saw it, so I-“

“I always thought Elros more so resembled Dior.”

Oropher’s head snapped over to finally look at him. He nodded, slow and low, not even slightly upset at being interrupted.

“Yes, I thought the same,” he said. “Funny that. Identical twins, but it’s in the- the bearing. Who they take after. Luthien and Dior.”

Celeborn fought off the shudder that threatened the shake him, to make him crack and crumble under the weight of the thing between him and Oropher that would never go away. He actually looked Oropher in the eye, and in that faraway gaze, this time he saw the same weakness.

“How much have you had to drink this evening?” Celeborn asked.

Oropher shrugged casually, with one shoulder, and that was plenty of answer. Surely he couldn’t be as drunk as either the time Celeborn found his and his friends deep into Galathil’s liquor cabinet or the night they drank themselves into a state in Sirion after… after. Still.

“That’s very unbecoming.”

“You see it though, right?” Oropher said, voice still uncharacteristically even, but when they met eyes…

He was such a weepy drunk.

“Elwing and Earendil’s boys, they carry themselves well,” he said, voice bitter as could be. “Beautiful, kind, clever, magnetic, the both of them. Princess Luthien’s wildness is in Elrond, and Dior’s wonder at the world is in Elros. They stand so tall. And, yes, you’re right, Elwing and Earendil are there in the margins, but there’s also- also them. And so much space is taken up, our- Lothig is eaten whole.”

Hearing Nimloth’s childhood nickname come out of Oropher’s mouth was like being stabbed. There was no more air. Just like that, Celeborn was drowning.

“You should be proud,” he hissed back, trying to keep his head above water. “That is a fine legacy to resemble, our princess, our king. We loved them as well. At least, I did.”

Oropher wasn’t listening. He never did.

“Do you think any of these people-“ he swept his arm out to gesture at the entire room, the entirety of Lindon’s court; Noldor, Sindar, Nandor, Men and Dwarves in the margins, and one peredhil. “-care that they killed her?”

“Don’t put that on him,” Celeborn snapped quietly, “he doesn’t owe you grief for someone he never knew-“

“I don’t care what Elrond feels, I can’t even look at him,” Oropher spat out, every word sounding pained, and there was torment in his whisper quiet voice.

That whisper, more than anything, tipped Celeborn off to the fact that this conversation wasn’t just one of their drunken spats about trading blame.

“I would have raised that boy like we raised his mother and your brother raised me,” Oropher said, “but that didn’t happen, and I can’t look at him. He looks like Luthien. His brother looks like Dior. And that’s a wonderful thing for everyone else in this room, isn’t it? That’s hope. The beautiful king taken too soon reborn and the Nightengale who stole her happy ending walking among us, and that’s such a lovely end to this tale for them. But what about for us, Celeborn?”

For Celeborn? Celeborn was shaking with the effort it was taking to keep his breathing even. Galadriel touched the edge of his fea to ask if he was okay. He gently pushed her away.

Oropher was right about one thing, this was about their family; about Doriath and Menegorth and being the last two members of Thingol’s inner court on this shore.

Eru Iluvatar, how did it end up being them? Just a pair of hot-headed youths with the weight an entire dead kingdom on their shoulders.

“Gondolin and Nargothrond are gone too,” he replied, the words dull even to his ears. “Hithlum and Dorthonion, half of Ossiriand, and even Himlad and Thargelion. It’s about building something new for all of us. Hope is not a bad thing.”

“It’s different for us.”

Yes. It was. Because Doriath and Sirion need not have fallen like that, and the monsters who took their homes and their loved ones from them weren’t even defeated. They faded, sad and pathetic and allowed to escape by everyone and everything but their prize, and there was no catharsis in that.

And in this kingdom they spoke Sindarin, but they took a Noldorin king who ruled through Noldorin traditions- with a few of Cirdan’s lessons thrown in there- in a city built by Noldorin hands. After his death, Thingol had lost his war of cultural influence. Badly.

“No one here remembers her but us, Celeborn,” Oropher urged. “They remember our heroes and our most tantalizing tragedies, but they don’t remember her. They don’t see her. She’s just one more dead wife and mother, if they get that far, but not a cousin, a niece-“

“Enough, Oropher.”

“-an astrologist, a troublemaker, a queen, a girl who was so scared of being outshined-“

“Oropher!” Celeborn snapped, more harshly than he meant to. It made Oropher stop long enough that he could put a hand on his shoulder, though.

“Oropher, you’re weeping.”

He blinked harshly, then brought up a hand to wipe at his cheek. When he pulled away, Celeborn could see how wet the palm was. Oropher glared at the remnant of his tears like they’d personally offended him.

He muttered, half to himself, “Surely you can’t keep living like this. Ignoring what was done to us because it’s awkward and inconvenient for the new age they’re building.”

Could he? Celeborn didn’t know. He was trying. Galadriel was trying; she had as many wounds as him she was trying to swallow for the sake of something new and bright. But it was hard. Lindon made Celeborn feel old, somehow. But with Oropher he was always just a boy again, strutting around Menegroth, trying to make his place, being too loud and too proud and too sure of himself.

Perhaps that was part of why they couldn’t stop fighting. Always just boys when together. And those boys, they had a few things in common.

Doriath, Galathil, and Nimloth were in Oropher. And when Oropher looked at him, those same things were in Celeborn. There was no place for those things in this new world.

Because Doriath, Galathil, and Nimloth were forever gone on this shore. Oropher needed to realize that. Not matter how much it fucking hurt.

“Go to bed, Oropher,” Celeborn told him softly. “You’re drunk and emotional. You’ll embarrass your son. He’s one of those young people looking for something new. Something hopeful.”

And when they looked back towards Gil-galad’s dais and the youths surrounding him, there was Thranduil, charming smile on his face, making Elrond toss his head back and laugh. If anyone took after Nimloth, it was him; her mother and Oropher’s had been identical twins.

Celeborn’s hand was suddenly colder and hanging in the air. He turned back to the kid who showed up one day and took so much of his older brother’s attention and who he’d never forgiven for that small slight. Oropher was composed and looking like Galathil once more.

“I hate that you’re right,” he whispered. “And he probably needs me to be better than this. But I can’t be better here.”

And he left.

The next week, Oropher would formally announce his intention to travel east and settle there, alongside anyone who would join him. Celeborn, to the surprise of every other council member but Galadriel, raised no objection. Very briefly, the thought crossed his mind to join Oropher.

But that desire faded quickly. The envy didn’t, though, not for many, many years.

Not until the day he planted a little silver tree in Lothlorien.

[lordgrimwing]

“Elrond, this is what I’m talking about.” Gil-galad’s voice resonated with exasperation as he hiked up his robe to follow the healer up the staircase. “You can’t do these kinds of things to me. My heart! Think of what this does to my heart! You can’t expect me to handle a meeting with High Prince Finrod every other weekend and not die an early death.”

Elrond—very responsibly—just kept climbing up the spiral staircase to a higher level of the Halls of Healing. 

“For the love of the gods,” his former patron huffed when they finally reached a landing, “please give me a heads up next time. I can’t do damage control when the first I’m hearing of it is in the summons before the Council. Especially when Celebrían isn’t around for back up.”

Celebrían, ever delightful, ever enchanting, made for excellent back up, being both the head of Elrond’s family and a Teleri princess (and Finrod’s niece). Unfortunately, she’d been away since the whole scandal with the Avari elf came to light and Gil-galad hadn’t been able to rely on her to keep some kind of reign on their husband’s excessive goodwill at home or in public. He wasn’t cut out to do it all on his own anymore.

They were in Elrond’s cluttered office before he got an answer.

Rummaging in the cupboards between clinking glass bottles for who knew what, he said, “This was blown entirely out of proportion.”

Gil-galad’s eyes bulged as he sputtered, “Out of proportion? El, the man stripped naked in the street and demanded a duel to the death! I don’t think the response is out of proportion.”

Elrond found what he was looking for and straightened up to look at him, bottle in hand. “Glorfindel is adapting to an entirely foreign culture, and he’s doing surprisingly well. Besides, Erestor is sure he didn’t intend to kill Parmawë if they fought.” He tapped a finger against the sealed bottle. “Now, if you’re worried about your heart, I suggest you add this to your tea and avoid eating sweets.”

“Uncalled for,” Gil-galad said but took the vial of semi-translucent liquid. “Did you really drag me all the way up here to get something for my heart?”

“No,” Elrond said and scooped several dishes of powders into his medical bag. “I came up here to get something for Erestor but that helps with anxiety which I’m sure is the cause of your heart palpitations.”

Gil-galad scoffed but pocketed the vial anyway, just in case. 

[elena-gilbert]

FAVE CREATORS ART CHALLENGE:

Started by Ana!

@withered-rose-with-thorns First of all, I want to thank you for this idea! The creators in this site deserve all possible appreciation and positive feedback! Ana, your HOTD and TROP edits are always 10/10. One of my favorites is this Rhaenicent gifset. I also have to say a special thanks to you for your graphics edits! You are the one who still does that kind of things. This Alicent one is really pretty.

@letthefairyinyoufly Kadi is always a delight to me, especially the way you highlight blue, green or yellow colors in your edits! Is just a top tier <3 I like this Haladriel gifset sm and every 2x07 Alicent gifset because I adore the way you color her blue dress 💙.

@danaa-scully Gaby, I literally love every edit you make in HOTD fandom. And of course especially Alicent's related, I mean they are literally always full of meaning and always so well suited to our green queen. But my favorite edit of yours is Rhaenicent one. I like this concept. And I want to mention that your edits for period dramas pieces are always incredible as well!

@ohno-elrond I'm in awe away from your TROP edits, and I can't choose one, although I really remember this set of yours, this one is pretty with beautiful shade of blue. Also honorable mention of this one because... you know why 🌚.

@rhaenyradaemons Julia, I love your fashion gifsets series. I like the layouts you usually use, it's show outfits in details. And I really like and want to mention your Charlie Hunnam as Aegon Targaryen gifset. It's brilliant.

@daenerys-stormborn When I think of ASOIAF or HOTD/GOT combined with Tumblr, the first thing that comes to my mind is Mali's blog. I don't know anyone who has been as passionate about this fandom as she has for so long, and who has created so many amazing pieces for it over the years. That Daenerys gifset is *chef’s kiss* 💋

@payidaresque You are the epitome of talent and hard work, and every time I see one of the best works, you do something even more exciting. And it doesn't matter which fandom it is for, every edit is literally a work of art and is thought out to the smallest detail. I also want to point out your parallels between different characters or pairings, I mean, you have a very good eye! I adore this Sauron gifset and Kelena one <3

@lokihiddleston This is a person who has held the Loki fandom for many years. If there is any gifset with Loki that you want to find, this one is definitely already made, by Laurianne and in the best quality. You're also really one of the people people that keep Sylki ship afloat. Huge thanks to you for that 💚. It's so difficult for me to choose a gifset, because there are so many that I adore. But this one and this Sylki are memorable to me.

@jesperfahxey Irina, your edits are always so bright and full of colors, creativity and originality! And your our Photoshop skills are excellent, also I can't help but admire your beautiful icons. My fave set (one of them) and I adore this Ciri icons pack, so cute!

@marv-el-spot I love your Sylki edits so much. You're the number one when it comes to creativity. Especially with Loki and Sylvie :). The way you use textures, fonts and different color schemes is incredible! One of my fave gifsest of yours and this Sylvie one <3

@ceeyoutea I really like your passion for Haladriel and your edits of it, and the way you use a variety of quotes, poetry, or lyrics. Everything fits very well together. This one I really like because I'm currently obsessed with the song, hehehe.

@seamayweed One of the talented gifmakers is here, especially in HOTD fandom. Your Alicent related sets are simply masterpieces. Every single one. Literally. It's hard to choose one, although I want to mention this one.

[shantismurf]

Hi! I'd LOVE to hear what your "Anger Management" WIP is about!

Haha oh I wrote this one out ages ago and will definitely come back to someday. I've got about 2.5k in outline all mapped out so once things clear up I think it'll flow well, I hope! It's a very loose adaptation of the movie Anger Management:

- Bilbo is a meditation instructor and Thorin has court-mandated anger management therapy.

- Set in Modern Middle Earth set in the Blue Mountains: Internet, smart phones, Khazad-dûm is a financial center like NYC

- Bilbo works for Gandalf in his meditation school/center "Grey Haven Meditation Center" (Dis asks "Shouldn't it be Gray Havens?" "No, we get that a lot."...The port city is "Gray Havens", Gandalf Greyhame thought it would be clever 😅)

- Gandalf and Belladonna met on a pilgrimage in (Middle Earth equivalent of Nepal...Harad?) 30-40 years ago

- Bilbo is a licensed social worker (requires a Bachelor's degree and a Master's of Social Work) which is what makes his meditation program eligible as therapy

- Appearance: wears sweater vests over a white tee and comfortable slacks with leather sandals, wears a different pair of glasses every time, horn-rimmed heavy frames, round wire-rimmed, tortoise shell half frames, dark red cats eye, orange narrow squared frames, curly hair is long enough to flop over his forehead but kept neat at the back - Thorin owned an investment firm in Khazad-dûm, wealthy and high-stakes, something where being angry and aggressive is desirable…stressful. Azog was a direct competitor involved in Shady Business. There was some kind of scandal or incident in KD that caused Thorin to become disgraced. He's moved to the Ered Luin to help Dis with the boys and get a fresh start.

- Appearance: long hair kept tied back in a tail, full beard trimmed, diamond stud earring in his left ear, wears expensive suits when working and in court but ugh no polos…hmm soft long sleeved sweaters and slacks, turtleneck with blazer, expensive shoes, maybe a short sleeve button up shirt with a geometric pattern embroidered in panels down the front, with jeans and vintage loafers (yay) a hat? Ooo classy! 😍 https://images.app.goo.gl/zeGR1Yw2nDFSs5aN6 https://images.app.goo.gl/Z5Nim4m9pgyhtAkr8  - The Blue Mountains are where Vili's family is and Dis didn't want to leave, so Thorin came to help with the boys and take a less active role in his firm, part time, virtual...maybe Dain is still there running the main business.

- Dis is a lawyer in a firm with Gloin. She struggled with nannies and sitters for two years after Vili passed in a car accident. It helps that Thorin's best friend from boarding school moved out here when he got married (Dwalin/Ori)

- Thorin complains that Azog has a hand in nearly every transaction in the Khazad-dûm stock markets, practically taken over, forced the Durins out. They come from Old Ereborian money.

What would Thorin have done to get in court? - Set up by Azog? Battery, filmed - Followed Thorin to EL from KD after whatever scandal/history and harassed him, made deals fall through, threatened his family, set up confrontation - Pale as a fish belly with a predatory smile, hulking brute wrapped in a $3000 suit, shows up in court with a little toady of a lawyer and a needlessly large bandage on the opposite side of his face from where he was struck. - Presents security camera footage with no audio that clearly shows Thorin stomping up to him, shouting and ranting, enraged look, almost unhinged, turning over a table, throwing a chair, then attacking him, throwing several punches before being pulled away by Dwalin. Thorin shifts uncomfortably under Dis' sharp gaze as the footage ends. - Initially had more severe charges but Dis represented him and got them reduced to therapy. Dis argued that he's new to town and has no history of violence here or in Khazad-dûm, that he's here to support his widowed sister and nephews. - Justice Elrond Peredhil presiding "Mr Durin, based on the evidence of security camera footage submitted in case 723 on the charges of assault and battery I find you guilty. I am ordering you to pay a fine of $3,500. In lieu of jail time, in the hopes that you may yet provide a positive role model for your young nephews, this court orders you to attend 12 hours of anger management therapy with an accredited therapist to be completed within the next 120 days." With a ringing strike of his gavel the judge intoned, "Dismissed." - Dwalin says maybe it's a good thing, Thorin gets snappy and defensive, "You're kinda provin' the point here."

Cue a bunch of cute meditation class scenes with a rag-tag bunch, Oin who falls asleep every class, Bofur whose meditation pillow is pink faux fur, etc 😁, a few dates where Thorin gets pressed and would normally have lost his head but realises he reflexively uses a breathing technique and Bilbo is so proud, and an ultimate scandal where Azog tries to get Bilbo's license revoked and Thorin's therapy invalidated due to their relationship.

[elis-corner]

me when “the kiss” happened: “THAT SHOULD BE MEEE, HOLDING YOUR HAND, THAT SHOULD BE MEE, MAKING YOU LAUUUGH, THAT SHOULD BE ME, THIS IS SO SAAAAD-“

[tar-thelien]

My Kidnap fam is getting rewritten, and here is chapter 1

Summary:

Elrond and Elros gets picked up by the Feanorian, some of which are on the bridge of falling into complete insanity. Maedhros is tired of everything, and far from stable, Maglor do as he wants and Erestor watches from as safe of a distance as he can. In the end, they are all just doing their best to stay alive - and love tends to grow slowly in treacherous places.

The third kinslaying happens, Amrod dies

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Elrond´s POV

El looked up at the imposing form of the Valarauko with hair of fire, as he trembled behind his brother, who he hoped wouldn´t blame him.

Valarauko. That was what his Ada had called the beasts who had attacked his home, Gondolin, and since this tall fire Raug had attacked his home too, it must be one of the Moringotto´s creatures as well, at the least, it would be in league with him.

And when this frightening beast with imposing mithril eyes, curled back its lips to expose those gleaming, wicked white fangs both he and his brother almost fell into the dirt if not for the pole of the tent behind them kept them standing as the Raug before them threw his heavy fur over them.

“Maitimo! Where art thou!?” Shouted someone loudly from the outside, and the Raug, - ´Maitimo? He did not know enough of his father´s language to know what it meant, but he was sure it was something dreadful and bloody´ - who had found them and forced him along with him from the hiding cave that Glossien had told them to stay in, abruptly left the tent. The opening was guarded by one of the red star soldiers, who shot the two brothers a piercing stare with frowning eyebrows.

“Where are our brothers?” they heard the Valarauko ask in its rumbling voice.

“... They´re waiting ahead of us. They said we should ride towards Amon Ereb and that they would meet us when the time comes.”

-o0o-

The sound of shouting and fighting was so loud that it echoed through the narrow stone streets and the little boy felt a surge of panic, suffocating him as they were ushered through a backdoor that opened into a labyrinth of twisting uneven steps hewn out of the rock that led down to the forest.

“You know that we can't leave without Emel!” his brother cried in such a loud voice that the little boy winced. He was sure that some of the monsters must have heard that, and now they would come to kill them too.

“She will meet us at the cave.”

“NO! How do you know that?” said the brother with a frown, and the little boy began sobbing bitterly, the miserable cries escaping from his small throat and wracking his whole frame in despair.

“Shush!” Glossien hissed and she did not waste any more time, rather she lifted the weeping child up into her arms and tightly grasped his brother´s hand before silently hurrying off, “we have to find a safer place, your Naneth will come when this is over!”

After they had been shown under a small waterfall into the cave to hide a red haired elf showed up, proving Glossien right that someone had been following them, running after them with a gaping wound in his stomach yelling in the same language that Ada had talked in sometimes.

The boy didn´t know what had happened just that suddenly Glossien had screamed and then everything turned quiet as a small stripe of red showed up in the water in the cave.

“Pityafinwe, Pityafinwe-”

The brother peered up at the sorrowful voice, engrossed by it he stood up and began walking towards it, showing the boy back as he grabbed for his brother.

As he appeared out of the cave, he could see a dark haired elf covered in red and eight pointed stars, holding the red haired elf, looking straight into the brother's eye. The brother had seen him before, he had been in their room right before a guard had distracted him and he had left so Glossien could take them away.

Glossien who now lay facing down in the red water.

Not long went as three other red star soldiers came to drag the sobbing one away, only one of the soldiers stayed behind. One soldier who now looked straight at the Child.

“What is your name child?”

“El…” the brother replied much to the boy´s horror. But he agreed, that should they die, they would die being known as what their Emel called them.

“No more? Then I shall call you Elros, until you tell me your full name.”

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[jadehaven]

"They might just add him in to please the lorebros, shove elrond to the side and continue on with the og story."

I fear this so much because they've treated Elrond as a main character since season 1, and he has a lot of screen time, like he's in the top 3 I believe. There was a lot of angry reactions to the kiss at first, but I think it has simmered down a bit? I saw the other day on reddit, the land of dudebros, a post that was mostly positive towards elrondriel, and it wasn't downvoted to oblivion. So maybe there is some hope... 🙏��

Well well well how the turn tables !!

That is wonderful to hear ‼️

I’ve also seen serval posts and comments who share the same opinion as you and I in their hesitancy towards Celeborn returning.

The thing is, to bring Celeborn back, you don’t just have to make him a neat character, you have to make him outshine Elrond as the knight in shining armour. Think about it, how many times have we seen Elrond save Galadriel? He’s been her closest friend, hero, comforter, and even been like her conscience in a way. All things that a traditional husband is. So, now we have to bring Celeborn in, and in less than 3 seasons convince the audience that he’s worth sacrificing the Elrondriel friendship? I’m not even talking about romantic interest here— just the outstanding support E and G have for fans of their friendship means that Celeborn is indeed a threat. Ironic hey? Because if they didn’t want this,

They could’ve just included him from the beginning.

Literally there was no reason to leave him out except for this. It all works better in everyone’s favor this way.

Keep in mind also, that season 1 and season 2 were written together. So that means several writers, directors, producers and showrunners all sat in a room and agree that in season 1, they’d introduce Gal without a man. Then they’d show her and El being very close. Then they’d mention Celeborn is gone. Then they’d have Elrond save her from being betrayed by Sauron. Then they’d have Elrond kiss Galadriel at the end of season 2– Wait what? They what?

Mhm. Just, THINK about it. That’s all I’m saying.

Elrond is main character, Galadriel is main character, Sauron is main character(opposite to Elrond), and Celeborn is… *checks notes* .. where…? no seriously wait did we forget to put him somewhere? *shrugs* ah oh well, too late now!

Listen, although I have fears, let’s face it. It would just be bad writing for them to introduce him as a major role this late into the show. Plus it would be an entire side plot of a thing, Gal having to figure out if she still loves her husband while trying to fight Sauron in a literal war??? While trying to heal at the same time? What, Kelly’s just gonna show up and try to help Elrond heal her, knowing absolutely nothing about what’s happened in the last thousand years? Bruh. Talk about awkward.

Make it make sense.

Anyyyywho. Y’all know how I feel about this for now. Conflicted, is it. We really just gotta hunker down and wait this one out. We’ll get our answers soon enough, and in the mean time we can sit back, relax and enjoy the *checks notes again*., hand holding, longing stares, tension, intimacy and K I S S ☺️. Either way, we still won.

Tysm for the ask!

xo, Jade

[balrogballs]

Saying here because I think your comments are off on A03, but I binged your Celrond fics and they are so so beautiful, the love and care between them, how they bicker and argue and how well they know each other for having been married for so long. Like the other commenters, I alsocouldn't help but cry at that one little line which says Elrond slept on the floor beside Celebrians bed every night after her torture so she could dangle an arm off the bed and hold his hand even though she couldn't stand to have males sleep on the same bed as her.

Please write more of them soon, it's like a balm to see Celebrian written like so bubbly and talkative and a big chatterbox and her and El always irritating each other ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

AW thank you, I love writing Celebrìan so much and I'm very glad it resonates — as someone who has been with the same person for ages, I do think it's the little insufferable things that characterise a long term relationship.

And yes, I thought sleeping on the floor to hold her hand was a very Elrond move in the best/saddest way 😩✨

(also my comments are on!)

[voidselfshipp]

Not elrond wearing a corcet like thing.

[rey-jake-therapist]

“for a hot minute I swear I thought you were saying he would wife Elrond up and found the idea very entertaining lol” - yeah, I reread my tags and it definitely sounds like that’s what I was saying at first 😂

look I think Sauron is, above all, a guy who is resourceful and thinks on his feet. If wifeing up seemed like a good idea at some point, I can definitely see him following this plan lmao

Folks ! Forget about Saurondriel and Half Maia Celebrian and embrace El-Sauron and half Maia Arwen ! I mean, Elrond also wore his ring in 2x08...

And you know this little bitch of Sauron would love a harem.

Seriously, I realized reading your post that one thing I really wanted for season 3 was a Elrond/Sauron confrontation. Not necessarily a fight, but when Sauron comes to Lindon for the Rings and his wife, I want Elrond and Sauron to come face to face. In season 1 we didn't even see them interact, it has to happen now.

Also, El-Sauron is really a cool ship name, Amazon make it happen !