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earthlybeam · 3 months ago

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As I promised, the other elves version here! I hope you all enjoy it to the fullest. ☺️ Wishing everyone a wonderful day or a peaceful night, wherever you are. Take care and make the most of every moment! ❤️‍🔥🫶✨

Celebrimbor, Glorfindel, Haldir, Lindir versions below.

💍𝓒𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓫𝓸𝓻

The morning light spilled across the stonework of Celebrimbor’s private balcony, a soft golden glow that danced over the polished railings and the scattered tools left from last night’s work. Beyond the edge of Eregion, the Misty Mountains loomed in the distance, wreathed in a gentle haze. A cup of tea rested in his hands, steam curling lazily into the crisp morning air as he took slow, measured sips.

You stepped outside, the scent of metal and embers lingering faintly in the air—his forge was never far from him. Dressed in his usual elegant but practical tunic, Celebrimbor stood tall, silver-threaded dark hair catching in the light. He had been up for hours already, no doubt lost in thought over some new project, but as you approached, his expression softened.

“Good morning,” he greeted, setting his tea aside just in time for you to wrap your arms around him. He huffed out a quiet laugh, surprised but not unwelcoming. His embrace was firm yet careful, a silent acknowledgment of how much he enjoyed this. You hadn’t meant to linger too long, but as soon as your face brushed against his shoulder, his scent filled your lungs—warm like sun-heated parchment, the faintest trace of cedarwood and something metallic, likely from the forge. It was grounding, familiar, and so distinctly him.

He began to pull away slightly, but you hesitated. Instead of letting go, you pressed back in, burying your face against his neck with an exaggerated inhale—one sniff, then another, deeper this time. Celebrimbor stiffened slightly. “What—?” Another sniff. A little louder this time. You let out a small, contented sigh. “Ohhh, you smell so good.”

His entire body went rigid, and then—color. A deep flush creeping up the tips of his pointed ears, traveling down his neck. “I—Meleth!” His voice wavered, entirely caught off guard, his hands briefly hovering in place as if unsure whether to hold you closer or to pry you off.

You sniffed again, more dramatically, making a show of practically melting into him. “Why do you smell this good? It’s unfair.” Celebrimbor exhaled sharply, his fingers twitching against your back. “Is—” He cleared his throat. “Is this a normal greeting for you, or should I be worried?” You peeked up at him, cheek still pressed against his shoulder, utterly delighted at his rare display of flustered confusion. “I dunno, maybe you just smell extra nice today.”

Poor Celebrimbor looked torn between amusement and sheer mortification. He was accustomed to admiration for his craft, for his skill, but being openly appreciated like this? By you? He didn’t know how to handle it. “I—I do bathe regularly,” he muttered, trying to compose himself, but his voice cracked ever so slightly.

You grinned, taking one final, obnoxiously loud inhale for good measure. “Mmmm. Sure hope you do, it’s Perfection.” He groaned, pressing a hand over his face, but you caught the small, helpless smile tugging at his lips. “Valar help me,” he mumbled under his breath, but his arms remained wrapped around you all the same.

☀️𝓖𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓵

The sun was beginning to set, draping Imladris in a golden glow as you walked toward the training grounds. The scent of grass, warmed stone, and crisp evening air filled your senses, but none of it compared to what you were truly after—the distinct, familiar scent of him. Glorfindel stood near the racks of practice swords, wiping the sweat from his brow with a cloth. His golden hair, slightly tousled from sparring, shimmered under the fading light. His tunic clung slightly to his frame, proof of a hard-fought session, and the fresh scent of clean sweat mixed with something distinctly him—a deep, grounding blend of pine, leather, and a warmth that was uniquely Glorfindel.

The moment he saw you, his entire expression softened. His eyes—bright and full of warmth—lit up as he approached, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “Meleth nîn,” he greeted you, his voice carrying the slight breathlessness of exertion. Without hesitation, he pulled you into a firm embrace, his strong arms wrapping securely around you. The hug was warm, enveloping, safe. You buried yourself into his chest, feeling the lingering heat from his workout. But then—you caught it. That scent. You inhaled once, deeply. Oh.

It was intoxicating, grounding yet heady. Your fingers gripped the fabric of his tunic just slightly, savoring it, letting the scent of him wash over your senses. But just as Glorfindel began to ease back from the hug, you weren’t done. Before he could fully withdraw, you leaned in again, pressing your nose to the crook of his neck, drawing in another deep inhale—this time harder, like you were melting into it. Glorfindel froze. You felt his muscles tense slightly in surprise before he let out a soft, breathy chuckle. “Oh?” His voice dipped into amused curiosity. But you weren’t finished. Another sniff. Deeper. As if committing his scent to memory.

Glorfindel’s laughter rumbled in his chest this time, golden and warm. “Meleth, what are you doing?” His tone was playful, but you could hear the undercurrent of sheer delight. You mumbled against his shoulder, your words muffled, “You just—smell so good.” That was it. He laughed again, a rich, joyous sound, as his arms tightened around you in response. He dipped his head slightly, his breath brushing against your temple as he leaned into the hug once more instead of pulling away.

“Do I?” He mused, teasing. “I suppose I should train more often if it earns me this kind of welcome.” A hint of smugness laced his words, but beneath it was unmistakable affection. His large hand came up to cradle the back of your head, allowing you to breathe him in as long as you wanted. And when you finally pulled back, a little dazed, a little blissed out, he smirked and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Remind me to spar every day, then,” he murmured, utterly pleased with himself.

🏹𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓭𝓲𝓻

Haldir had just returned from his patrol, the last golden hues of the sun slipping beneath the boughs of Lothlórien, casting the trees in soft twilight. His steps were measured, composed as always, but there was a quiet ease in his posture—his duty for the day was complete, and now he could rest. As he approached, his keen eyes softened ever so slightly at the sight of you waiting for him.

You met him with a warm embrace, stepping into his arms without hesitation. His body was firm, strong from years of discipline, but the way his arms encircled you was deliberate, careful—protective. The faint scent of the forest clung to him, mixed with something inherently Haldir—a crisp, clean scent like rain on ancient wood, tinged with the faintest trace of the elven oils used to care for his armor and weapons. As he moved to pull away, you hesitated for just a moment, your head tilting slightly. Then, instinct took over. You leaned back in, pressing your face lightly to the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply. Oh.

The scent was intoxicating—earthy yet ethereal, familiar yet utterly irresistible. Your first breath was slow and savoring, but the second… oh, the second was deeper, hungrier, a slow, deliberate inhale that sent a delightful shiver through your spine. You let out a small, pleased hum, utterly melting into him.

Haldir, still holding you, stiffened ever so slightly. His hands, resting at your back, faltered for the briefest moment as his mind registered exactly what you were doing. He was not unused to your affection, but this… “…Meleth nín,” he murmured, his voice carrying both amusement and wary confusion. “Are you… scenting me?” You didn’t respond immediately—too lost in the moment, nuzzling just slightly closer to take in another breath. His warmth, his presence, the way his scent wrapped around you—it was overwhelming in the best possible way.

Haldir exhaled slowly through his nose, his grip on you tightening, though whether in mild embarrassment or something else entirely, you weren’t sure. “You are lingering,” he noted dryly, though his tone betrayed no real protest. His hands found your waist, and his thumb absently traced a slow circle against your back—a silent indulgence, despite his perplexed reaction.

You finally pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, your lips curved in a pleased smile. “You smell incredible.” For the first time in a long while, Haldir looked momentarily caught off guard. He blinked, tilting his head slightly as if to process your words. Then, in an almost imperceptible movement, his lips twitched. “Do I?” You nodded enthusiastically. “Like the forest after the rain… and something else. Something… you.”

Haldir let out a quiet chuckle, a rare, fleeting sound. “You are fortunate no others are here to witness this.” You raised a brow. “Oh? Would your fellow wardens find this amusing?” He exhaled through his nose, the faintest smirk ghosting across his lips. “They would find me amusing.” His fingers curled slightly against your waist. “And I cannot allow that.” You grinned, leaning in once more—not for another deep inhale this time, but to press a soft kiss against the curve of his jaw. “Then it shall be our secret.”

Haldir hummed, his arms subtly tightening around you, as if weighing the idea of letting you go just yet. Eventually, he exhaled, lowering his forehead briefly against yours before murmuring, “Very well. But be warned, meleth nín… I will remember this.” And with that, the mighty Marchwarden of Lórien—stoic, disciplined, ever-composed—allowed himself the smallest moment of indulgence, leaning just slightly into your embrace, letting the warmth of you settle into him like the hush of twilight over the Golden Wood.

🎻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓻

Lindir had been carefully organizing a collection of books in Elrond’s library, his fingers gliding along the spines with practiced precision. The scent of parchment, aged ink, and the faint lingering of herbal tea from earlier clung to the air. It was peaceful, quiet—the way he preferred it—until he heard the soft shuffle of footsteps behind him. He barely had time to react before you wrapped your arms around him in a greeting hug, your warmth pressing against his back. Lindir tensed at first, startled, but quickly exhaled, relaxing into your embrace. He always did when it was you.

“Ah—m-meleth,” he murmured softly, the tips of his ears already tinged with pink. His voice was always composed, even when his heart wasn’t. “You startled me.” You hummed in amusement, your head resting against his shoulder. “Couldn’t help it,” you admitted. “You looked too huggable.” Lindir let out a quiet chuckle, his hands hovering uncertainly before gently resting atop yours. He wasn’t one for grand displays of affection in public—or even in private, really—but he cherished these moments, small as they were.

Then, just as he was about to step away, you moved. Your nose brushed against the side of his neck, your breath warm against his skin as you took in a deep inhale. Lindir froze. His entire body went rigid, fingers gripping the edges of the book he was holding as if it were his only lifeline. You didn’t stop there—no, you leaned in again, this time inhaling deeper, as if completely melting from the scent of him. By the Valar. Lindir’s breath hitched audibly, his entire face blooming into a shade of red so deep it rivaled the sunset over Imladris. “W-What are you doing?!” His voice cracked, utterly scandalized.

“You smell so good,” you sighed, completely unbothered, nuzzling closer before giving another, even harder sniff. Lindir’s brain promptly short-circuited. A strangled sound escaped him—something between a gasp and an embarrassed whimper—before he practically bolted out of your hold, spinning on his heel with wide, mortified eyes.

“I—You—Th-That is—” He sputtered, struggling to form coherent words. He took an urgent step back, only to bump into the bookshelf behind him. The books rattled in protest. His entire posture was stiff, hands clutched at his robes as if he could physically anchor himself to dignity. You, on the other hand, just grinned. “What?” you teased, tilting your head. “I like your scent.” Lindir made a sound that could only be described as an overwhelmed squeak. His hand flew to his face, covering his mouth as if that would somehow help suppress the furious blush overtaking him. His heart was pounding.

Elbereth, how was he supposed to function after that? “You cannot—cannot just—sniff me like that in public!” he stammered, voice a strangled whisper as if afraid someone might overhear. “I am working! This is a library! There are rules!” You just leaned in slightly, mischief dancing in your eyes. “So… I can do it when we’re not in public?”

Lindir visibly malfunctioned. His pointy ears twitched. His lips parted in stunned horror. His soul nearly left his body. “I—” He looked as if he was about to combust, his face buried behind both hands now, but the way his shoulders trembled told you he was suppressing the urge to flee. It was adorable. You couldn’t help but laugh, reaching forward to gently pry his hands from his face. “Alright, alright, I’ll behave,” you conceded, amusement still dancing in your expression. “But you do smell amazing, just so you know.”

Lindir swallowed thickly, looking absolutely wrecked by your words. He exhaled, still pink-faced, but his lips twitched into something shy, hesitant. “…You are utterly incorrigible,” he muttered, shaking his head as he turned back to his task—though his hands were still visibly shaking. And yet, as you watched him fluster about, you didn’t miss the way his ears remained red for the rest of the afternoon.

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seviiul · 19 days ago

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Update: senioritis has hit me HARD and I haven't gotten pretty much any work done

And I'm not even a senior

Today is the day it's due

I'm at 1600 words

Writing my Extended Essay on The Hobbit— particularly greed in the book and how it shows through Thorin and Smaug— and thought that "HM if I want to bring up that Thorin's greed partially had to do with his dwarven culture I should find documents for sourcing so I wouldn't look like I made it up"

So I asked for a quick reference for documents on ChatGPT so I could get an overview on where I could find information and

Ä. 🫠

There's Tolkien's letters

His Appendices of Lord of The Rings

Literally the dwarven myths in The Silmarillion

And literally the books on History of The Middle Earth

I mean I don't particularly mind having a good chunk of sources but like

The draft is due in ~3 days

The maximum is 4000 words

I'm only on 1500 😅

#☀️ ;; broadcasts #the teacher is lenient abt the submission deadline and we can submit the physical copy on Thursday too but the online upload is tonight 🫠#I have the cover letter too wtf ⚰️⚰️#tolkien #jrr tolkien #the hobbit #I really appreciate the info I've received from yall so far but I do want to point out #the EE is 1/3 what was Tolkien's INSPIRATION for making greed a theme in particular (that ones already good)#other 1/3 is how if appeared in Thorin and Smaug #another 1/3 is counterarguments (bla bla blah its actually about bilbos development and whatnot) and how it appeared in lotr as well #the research question goes “How was jrr tolkien inspired to make greed a theme in his works;#and how did be particularly integrate it into the hobbit?“#lotr w counterarguments bcs im gonna connect it to the hobbit again #the silmarillion is good but I don't want to inetegrate it too much with the stories w elven conflict #just bring up mistrust w elves and how its eule legend + the hobbit + unfinished tales makes their greed a part of their identity #and only amplifies Thorin's greed

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ravnarieldurin · 27 days ago

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Edited: Welp, it seems I am wrong!

The Silmarillion, "Index of Names.": It is said about the Eldar: "According to Elvish legend the name Eldar 'People of the Stars' was given to all the Elves by the Vala Oromë. It came however to be used to refer only to the Elves of the Three Kindreds (Vanyar, Noldor, and Teleri) who set out on the great westward march from Cuiviénen (whether or not they remained in Middle-earth), and to exclude the Avari."

So both the Sindarin and Silvan Elves are indeed considered part of the Eldar.

And here I was thinking I was really smart...nope, just overconfident. But it's all good. I needed a slice of humble pie.

I was researching Tolkien's elves and something popped out at me that I hadn't noticed before.

In the Hobbit, when Tauriel and Kili are swapping stories about stars, I never caught this lore inaccuracy until now. (Ignoring the fact that Tauriel said it. We aren't here to talk about her [non] existence specifically.)

Tauriel says in her little star speech that "all light is sacred to the Eldar, but Wood-Elves love best the light of the stars".

It is true that at their birth in Arda, the Elves found by the Maia Oromë were named "Eldar" as a whole, but that name became reserved for only the elves who completed the journey westward across the sea to Aman, the Blessed Realm. Eldar became synonymous with High-Elves, those who lived under the light of the Two Trees. This name now only applies to the Vanyar, Noldor, and Falmari (Teleri who crossed the sea).

So why is Tauriel, a Silvan Elf (a Wood-Elf branch of the Nandor), calling herself - and her kin by extension - of the Eldar? The Nandor Elves stopped their journey on the eastern side of the Misty Mountain, refusing to cross over because they were afraid of the looming shadow the mountain range cast over the land. Mind you, the only light they had in Middle-earth at the time was starlight because the Sun had not risen in the sky yet.

And to that point, technically not even Elvenking Thranduil can call himself an Elda because he was of the Sindar, born under the rule of Elu Thingol in Doriath. He and his father Oropher never travelled West across the Great Sea. Thranduil never saw the light of the Two Trees, which is the requirement for being an Eldar.

Lore inaccuracy! Gotta love it!

But to her credit, Tauriel was right that the Silvan Elves (Wood-Elves) much prefer the light of the stars because when the Sun rose for the first time, it was like a terrifying ball of fire in the sky with absolutely no warning. The Dark Elves of Middle-earth were forced to become Light Elves after centuries of only starlight. Talk about a rude awakening! ☀️

#the hobbit #lotr #lord of the rings #tauriel #thranduil #eldar #elves #lotr elves #tolkien elves #lore #lore info #something is not right #I spent way too much time thinking about this #sindar #silvan elves #starlight #sunlight

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indialadina · 7 months ago

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It's been a while of my Two elves au o.o. 🐯🌙👒☀️

#lawlu #lulaw #law x luffy #monkey d. luffy #trafalgar d. water law #doodles #one piece #luffy #fanart #indialadina #elves #sun elf #dark elf #one piece au #rakugaki #rkgk

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askereiniongilgalad · 4 months ago

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Good morning, High King ☀️ !

I hope it’s not to forward to ask, but I find my curiosity compels me to: can you tell us more of your relationship with Arondír? You seem to be forming a bond with him, and I hoped you would be willing share your first impressions of the warrior with us. He seems quite fond of you and Lady Galadriel.

Good morning, night, whatever it is, my friend! ☀️🌙

Well, I suppose it was only a matter of time before someone asked. You see, I have this habit... some might call it a talent, for adopting elves. Galadriel, Celebrimbor, Elrond (though, to be fair, he adopted me first), and now… the newest addition: Arondir. Oh yes, holy, Valar-blessed Arondir. The answer to my weary prayers!!

My first impression of him? A profound one. He’s a capable warrior. 💪 Disciplined. Patient. Noble. Outstanding performance during the Siege of Eregion. ⚔️ And yes, you’ve hit the key point: he’s quite fond of Lady Galadriel.

Did I mention he’s patient? Very, very patient.

So, there we were...muddy, exhausted, battle-worn, and bonding. Well, more like me gently easing him into the family… and into his newest and most important assignment:

🎀 My nanny. 🎀

Yes, my friend, I present to you: Galadriel’s newest nanny. 🎉 He’s even equipped with the survival instincts to possibly make this work.

Our relationship? Let’s just say it’s an unspoken understanding that we’re both in way too deep. So yes... he’s now my latest addition to the collection, and trust me: he’s not getting out of my sight anytime soon. 🔗 If all goes well, I might just preserve what little remains of my sanity for what you call the "S3 event". 🤞🙏

Wish me luck. I’m really going to need it.

Gil-galad 👑🍷

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archived-junkissed · 2 years ago

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Assuming ur fav man is Jun but ur fav seok girly is me (I don't take criticism /j)

PLS NSKJDFN yes it's true jun is my favorite man 😔 however you are incorrect you aren't a seok girlie you Are seokmin himself i know he's hiding behind your account 🤨

tell me your assumptions!

#🌠 : ask games #elv ☀️#i giggled hehe #i am criticizing u so heavily rn smh /j

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ji-lixie · 2 years ago

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Henlo beloved, ur icon gives me sm joy and brightness and color just like u do! ❤️

henlo sunshine <33 ty!! he is a tiger in hamsters clothing haha

i hope u are well <333 u also bring me joy and brightness and color into my life <33 mwah take care of urself ily

#daisy.asks #elv ☀️#tumblr not saving my tag for u... rude !!!#i had to manually copy an emoji on desktop... (sob)

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elfdyke · 1 year ago

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official ref for roe !!

#YAAY YAY #roe #path of totality #art #dnd #elves #☀️

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prpfz · 5 months ago

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I’m currently CRAVING some classic mxf plots at the moment and I have a bunch of male ocs I can throw someone’s way! I’m 21+ and write on discord in our own server but also open to writing on tumblr or other places! Advanced lit, multi-para, and can write a lot if we get the ball rolling, and I love all things slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, romance, and so much more. Open and for some scenarios specifically looking for legal age gaps (not fresh 18 legal lmao), and open to things like size differences, golden retriever/black cat, opposites attract, those sort of vibes! I’m open to plotting new ideas with people but the current ones I have in mind are:

- Historical, 1800s~; a sweet, charming young noble man, can be written as human or a vampire if we want a supernatural twist! Open to writing him against anyone but some ideas: a woman from another noble family trying to be set up with him or purely intrigued by him and his reputation; a scholar, who he can offer support and resources to to pursue/share her studies; similar vein, an artist/musician/etc whom he can host and support; someone from more humble backgrounds hired to work in his home for him.

- Another historical 1800s~ setting; an older, stoic man from humble backgrounds, can also be written as a werewolf for supernatural drama! Ideas for him: he could be a gardener or stable hand for a wealthy family; a farmer in the countryside that helps a runaway noble woman, or a woman new to his small village.

- (Modern/adults) physically intimidating looking guy who’s actually very sweet/gentle, and his more fiery, rebellious/outgoing girlfriend.

- (Modern/teens-young adults) troubled, rebellious guy and a reserved, smart student type girl.

- (Historical, Wild West/adults) older outlaw and his young sweetheart, navigating two different lives and reconnecting after/throughout the years.

- (Modern/adults) older single father and a younger, bubbly woman; maybe a teacher for one of his kids, maybe a new person at work, maybe a neighbour who wants to lend a hand, etc!

- (Modern-slight historical- 18/1900s/adults) older country village farmer guy and the new woman in town.

- (High fantasy, historical/medieval/adults) A variety of adventurers, bounty hunters, rogues, mages, heroes that can fit against just about anyone! Fantasy races and supernatural stuff included (elves/tieflings/werewolves/anything and everything.)

If anything catches your eye, feel free to say so and we can chat more about characters and details! Some of my oc’s include darker topics in some settings and backstories, but all boundaries will be respected! I use realistic faceclaims the majority of the time and would prefer them, but also accept descriptions and Pinterest boards! Some of my oc’s are not white, so if that’s an issue, we probably won’t work out lol. Open to smut but it’s not the main focus and I don’t rush into it! Things I’m not looking for: dark, abusive relationship, complete power imbalances, pregnancy plots. Otherwise though, let’s chat and plot stuff out together! ☀️

give a like and anon will get back to you

#oc roleplay #oc rp

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not-glorfindel-stop-asking · 3 months ago

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The Rivendell Record: A Most Auspicious Morning

Dearest journal and people of the inter-...web?

A miracle has occurred.

No, not the return of spring, nor the melodious arrival of migratory birds—though both are, of course, happening in their own poetic and seasonal manner. No.

Today marks an event of far greater significance.

I was enjoying my morning ritual: a steaming cup of perfectly prepared coffee, rich and frothy, kissed with just the right amount of honey. The air was crisp, the waterfalls sang, and for a moment, I allowed myself the foolish hope that this would be a peaceful day.

Then, fate intervened.

From the heavens above, with all the precision of a divine omen, a bird—freshly returned from its long sojourn to the South—unleashed its blessing directly upon Glorfindel’s golden head.

Glorfindel, radiant in his morning arrogance, was mid-sentence when it happened. ☀️✨ Truly, he was at his most insufferable—grinning like the morning itself was personally crafted for him, gesturing grandly as though recounting some great, heroic deed (it was probably the tale of That One Time He Did Something Allegedly Spectacular for the hundredth time). I do not recall what he was saying, for as soon as the blessed event took place, all other sounds faded into insignificance. The birds ceased their song. The wind stilled. The waterfalls of Imladris hushed their eternal murmuring in solemn reverence.

There was only the startled squawk of the bird. 🕊️ The soft plop of justice being served. 💩 And the sheer, exquisite poetry of his expression.

He froze. I froze. The world, for one breathtaking moment, held its breath. 🌎

And then I laughed. Oh, how I laughed. I have not known such pure, undiluted joy since the Second Age. I laughed so hard that my very soul felt lighter, as though I had been granted a great gift from the Valar themselves. Tears streamed down my face; I clutched at a nearby column for support. My knees threatened betrayal, but I held firm, for I knew—I knew—that I had to witness this moment to its fullest extent.

Glorfindel, mighty among elves, balrog-slayer, golden terror of Rivendell, stood stricken. His glorious mane, his greatest pride, had been sullied. The light of Aman dimmed in his eyes as he beheld the small, righteous stain upon his head, and I? I wept with mirth.

He lifted a hand—trembling, disbelieving—to his hair. He wiped at it, looked at his fingers, and then, in a voice so betrayed one would think the bird had struck him through the heart, whispered:

“…That was deliberate.”

And perhaps it was.

Who am I to say what grievances the birds of Rivendell hold? Perhaps they, too, have suffered beneath his overwhelming presence. Perhaps this was a calculated strike, a long-awaited vengeance for every overly-loud tale of his past glories, every time he had laughed too boldly, shone too brightly, disrupted their peace.

Or perhaps the bird was simply having a good day.

Do you know how rare it is to witness such unfiltered karmic retribution? How seldom the universe aligns to deliver such perfect, poetic justice? I may write songs of this day. Ballads, even. Future generations shall hear of the time Glorfindel, the Mighty, the Undying, the Ever-Graceful, was bested by a creature no larger than my hand.

He, of course, did not find it amusing. Which only makes it funnier.

A good day, indeed. The birds have returned, the air is alive with their song, and my coffee is still warm. The Valar are kind.

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