#erenion gil galad

[carmisse]

Simarillion random moments pt 2

[tolkienreader1996]

This has probably been done before but…

Mama Mia but it’s Gil-Galad trying to find out who his father is.

[mamwieleimion]

So this topic has been in my head for some time now but I finally have the motivation to write about it.

We all know about the Noldor High Kings, so I shall not bore you with recounting them all and their frankly dramatic history. I shall instead skip ahead to the official last one of them. Gil-Galad.

He died, fighting against Sauron bringing about the start of the end of the era of elves in Middle Earth (at least in my opinion.)

And officially, he was the last High King of the Noldor in Middle Earth. Mostly because there just wasn't so much of them that they absolutely needed a High King, considering that only Rivendell and Loth Lorien (did I write that right?) was left.

Everything would be great if we left it there but! I want to point something out.

The fact that Elrond was basically doing the job after Gil-Galads death, only without the title itself.

He doesn't want it. Even though he had an even bigger claim to it than Gil-Galad, what with his unconfirmed lineage. But Elrond doesn't want it.

More so, he doesn't realise that he's doing the job after Gil-Galads death. The denial ability this half elf has is great.

And we see it in the Lord of the Rings somewhat. Like, you need advice - you go to Elrond, someone has done something - you rat them out to Elrond, the evil forces are gathering - report to Elrond.

He has become this figure of knowledge and advice for many people, not only elves as seen during the Council of Elrond in Fellowship of the Ring.

And technically Galadriel could be that role, but as seen in Boromis and Gimlis reaction when they reach the Golden Forest (is that the right name? I can't for the love of Valar remember it). Both of them, one man and a dwarf, expect to be attacked. They are sure that they are walking into a trap of some kind, that they are in danger.

Meanwhile people go to Rivendell for advice and help, and usually are sure to receive it.

So yeah, my take is that Elrond has been the High King from Gil-Galads death until his departure to Valinor and he was obvious to it all. I don't know if that makes sense to anyone else but. Yeah.

[lissomelace]

And All the Stars of Heaven's Field

While I've been doing a lot of machine embroidery with Tolkien's heraldic devices, that was kind of a recent whim. I've always been put in the mind of quilt blocks before. And while I have some experience sewing, I haven't quilted before.

But it was my New Year's Resolution for 2024 to learn to quilt. And I finally finished the first block of the first project I SOMEHOW decided was my best option (in October, so...success?):

The original thought was to make a pair of Gil-Galad throw pillows! With the first side of one done, I now have to make THREE MORE OF THESE. Each of which have twelve needle-turned applique stars, eight of which have needle-turned applique centers and four of which I did some hand-worked eyelets on in order to get the center dot (the easiest and fastest part of this whole process).

Needle-turned applique boot camp aside, I'm really thrilled with how this is going. Sure, it's going to take me a million years, but I'm getting a lot better at this technique. I have also learned that just because something has a manageable number of colors in nice, geometric shapes DOES NOT MEAN it is efficient or possible to piece together.

(Am I learning proper quilting from this? Probably not. But when one is in the throes of Silm obsession, one does sometimes have to learn new crafts in an unnecessary way.)

(and at least I am not doing a bed sized quilt. At my current rate that would probably take me an appropriately elvish timescale)

[elrond-earendillion]

Okay but Gil-Galad was so hot in this episode

[tolkien-povs]

I just love how Gil-Galad is the King of the Noldor, when no one knows who his father is, and how he is righted to the throne.

It's almost like he just popped up as king, and since the Noldor have no king, they just went, "Yup, seems legit."

[braxix]

Elrond: I just want to frolic in a field.

Gilgalad: You're a thousand years old.

Elrond: And?

[daily-smol-silm]

Day #59 - Pixel smol

Ehehehe yeah it's Gil-Galad :3

[noirbriar]

Glorestor: 5 Times They Denied (1)

+ 1 time They Did Not.

Its t-t-time for more ramblings from me

From the POVs of the various folks around the 2 elves who are convinced they are courting, or betrothed, even though they were told otherwise. Starting off we have Erenion Gil-Galad.

--- 1] Gil-Galad

Erenion prides himself as an observant individual.He has to, as High King and ruler of Lindon. Especially with a large overly complicated court such as his.Even more so now with whispers of darkness rising quickly upon Arda once more. Now proven true by word from Cirdan, who is arriving to Lindon with an emissary of the Valar. The crown he bears is getting heavier, but Erenion trudges forward still, as he sits upon the throne with his Herald beside him.As he awaits for the arrival of their important guest.

The welcoming horns sound as the grand doors to his throne room opens, time crawling as each creak forces his court's mumbles to cease. "Lord Cirdan of Mithlond!And- ah! T-the - Lord Glorfindel of the House of the Golden Flower!"

His court is now in uproar, whispers and gasps flying across his hall as the newly arrived Lords greets him. Dressed in simple traveling garb with long golden tresses flowing past his shoulders, a gentle light emanates from his being.This is the balrog slayer reborn, by the grace of the Valar.

As Cirdan ends his introduction, Glorfindel steps forward,the strong tenor resounds clearly in his hall, announcing himself and delivering words of his duty from the Valar. At the same time, Erenion begins to ponder in his mind.Even with Cirdan here to vouch for his identity, a skeptical part of the King wonders if he is truly Glorfindel of the legend with little to none of Gondolin survivors remaining-

"...Its truly him." The accented quenya was barely a whisper amongst the humming noise of his court, and the High King had to stop himself from physically turning to the voice coming from behind Elrond. From his Herald's advisor and shadow, Erestor.

And it seemed he was not the only one to notice the old feanorian general either as he notices Glorfindel's gaze was not at him now, but to where his Herald was- Dear Eru above...what is this?

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"I give my thanks, Your Majesty, for this feast in my honour. Even though I wish my arrival was with better news-" Glorfindel bows humbly, the sindarin flowing stiffly from the Lord. A glass of cold wine in hand as he addresses the High King in the quiet alcove away from the crowd.

"Do not dwell on this, Lord Glorfindel, be at ease. It is with you here that we are now embolden, and ready for what may be ahead." Erenion smiles, noticing the uneasiness of the warrior. It looks like the Golden Lord is having a hard time in this strange era, and sadly, it shows.

Every elf who has heard the songs and tales of Gondolin had been so eager to meet Glorfindel and in return, the famed Lord of old returns each greeting kindly without pause with a smile. Though over the days, there is an air of detachment and emptiness he senses from him as time drags on.

It seems unfortunately, politics will soon claim another victim first before even darkness approaches.Yet there is little Erenion is able to do to ease the weary elf reborn. There is an awkward air but thankfully, Elrond approaches the duo. His entrance as timely as ever, dressed in elegant earthy hues that he favours.His ever dutiful guard trailing behind draped in his usual black and a touch of silver jewellery, almost as an afterthought for the festivity.

"Your Majesty! My Lord! I hope everything is well! " Ah, that eyebrow was a sign that his Herald is rather displeased that his King have abandoned him to the wargs that are the new Ladies of his court eager for their King's attention.

He'll get over it.

"Indeed, we are just taking time to acquaint ourselves better, Elrond. Come, join us." Erenion greets joyfully, "You both have met but we had hardly the time for more with all the dreadful meetings back to back for weeks!" "And I'm certain my Grandmother Idril and my father Earendil will be horrified by my lack of manners too! For Lord Glorfindel will always and forever be, a honoured elf in my family." Elrond adds with a light polite laugh.

"It is I, who is blessed to meet the grandson of my once liege Turgon and son of my dear friend, Idril." Glorfindel replies lightly before quietly withdrawing back into himself as inconspicuously as possible.

A soft cough brings the 3 high born elves' attention to their fourth.

"Ah!And look how terribly remiss I have been in my manners! Rude I am once again to have missed out in introductions. Lord Glorfindel, this here is Erestor, my faithful assistant and advisor."

Erestor steps forward and bows in greeting. While Glorfindel stares at the shorter elf in wonder.

"Ai! Don't be fooled by his quietness, this one has a sharp tongue, let me tell you that." Erenion quips wryly, in effort to lighten the unusal mood. "I believe you both might be acquainted?"

It was a peculiar thing Erenion had wondered since Elrond has mentioned that evening after Glorfindel's arrival. Was the fact that his advisor off handedly mentioned he recognises the Lord of the Golden Flower and is absolutely certain of his identity. The first though that immediately came to mind is that the two interesting individuals apparently have a history-

"We aren't." Erestor's accented quenya shakes both the King and Herald out of their little popped bubble, like eager birds appalled as they watch their seed bowl stolen away right before their very eyes. "Erestor...? Erestor." Glorfindel finally whispers under his breath, as if he is trying out the feanorian's name on his tongue, " So that is who you are. We finally meet, Lord Erestor."

"I am but no lord, Lord Glorfindel. Though I am honoured to meet the famed Lord of Gondolin properly this time around. Proud as I am to know you have remembered a mere soldier of Lord Maedhros and Lord Maglor. " Erestor answers smoothly in old quenya.

"Your dance with your swords was not something a mere simple soldier can accomplish." Glorfindel's melodious quenya flows, his eyes glazing over as memories washes over him," and your eyes shine then even in through the darkness of that dreadful day." "I must be honest, Nirnaeth Arnoediad was my first true battle unskilled as I was, we simply all did what we must," the Feanorian admits softly," It was much thanks to the host of Turgon and your warriors that day. We had all...lost too many."

"Aye...that we did, and it seems we will still do." Glorfindel mourns softly.

The advisor steps closer, snapping Glorfindel out of dreadful thoughts by being so close in his space with his intense presence. As Erestor always does, both on the battlefield and in a council meeting.

"Yet we endure. For those we lost and those who still live."

Glorfindel straightens up and stares at the shorter ellon before him intently. His eyes filled with tree light studying this curious advisor with unwavering grace.

Meanwhile, all Erenion and Elrond could do, is stare on silently, observing the two before them like strangers behind a veil.

It was a while, before Erestor finally blinks slowly and breaks the gentle cradle of silence around them.

"It might be presumptuous of me, a mere underling. I came with a motive,Lord Glorfindel."

"Oh?How bold.What may that be?"Glorfindel press on with a tilt of his head.

"By the permission of my Lord," with that Erestor gave a nod to Elrond who quickly nods back in acknowledgement to hide his poorly hidden distraction, "I have arranged a small meeting with civilians I know who have hailed from the White City who linger on these shores still. Perhaps, my Lord, tired and busy you must be with your schedule, you would like to meet them?"

"Truly!?" Glorfindel's eyes shine brightly for the first time since his arrival to Lindon as he clutches Erestor's shoulders eagerly.His wine glass almost meeting a dreadful end in pieces on the ground if not for Erestor's lightning quick reflex,catching and pushing the glass back into the excited warrior's grasp.Although unfortunately, much of the wine now decorates the floor.Erestor can only blink owlishly back at his sudden enthusiasm.

" Then, please, Master Erestor! Do arrange it at your nearest convenience! It pleases me greatly to meet my fellows once more!" "Certainly, with permission of His Majesty? I'm afraid I may have caused chaos to any of the planned meetings you may have with Lord Glorfindel." Erestor turns to Erenion, switching back to sindarin, who then gives the unpredictable advisor a tired look.

"I expect nothing less from you Erestor, because that is what you do for me. Chaos. But yes, by all means." The High King has to admit begrudgingly, the sly feanorian always seem to know what to do. More than his own advisors it seems...a pity his loyalty is only to his Herald. Though he is uncertain how much he can reign in that wild impudent spirit anyways.

With a bow, Erestor excuses himself in the name of duty. He lays a hand over the large palm hand resting on his shoulder gently. While the dark haired ellon's other hand glides over the Golden Lord's fingers, plucking the now empty wine glass away with care as he slowly turns around. The dark figure leaves, fading into the crowd, with Glorfindel's bright gaze lingering on as the ellon glides away with a whisper of dark robes that leaves not a trace behind in his wake.

Erenion Gil-Galad is High King of Lindon and ruler of the elves.Though in that moment, as he shares a look with Elrond before sipping his now warm wine, he felt like an intruder in his own domain.

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A/N: I have no idea where this is going but somewhere?

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6)

[sandwichmustbetasty]

gil-galad singing

in QUENYA

you may as well end me now, i will die happily (nah, i still need to see celebrimbanner)

we had hobbitish wandering song now he get elvish goodbye, time to sail song

[mamwieleimion]

Elves with long hair!

Like we all know that all elves (at least in movies, idk about the books) have long hair, regardless of gender.

But what if, hair symbolises how long you have lived. Shows your wisdom. Finwës hair was dragging behind him when he died despite having cut it to his shoulders after Miriel died.

Fëanors was constantly kept at middle of his back, symbolising his constant grief for his mother.

Fingolfins hair was close to dragging on the floor when he faced Morgoth. All of it was carefully braided by the hands of Fingon a few days prior.

Maedhros' hair was a little lower than his waist before Sauron cut it off entirely.

Fingons was mostly kept short on the ice because it would freeze and weight him down but if he continued to grow it he would had it to his knees when he reached Beleriand.

Turgon had his hair kept past his waist as a symbol of his grief but one not without joy. When he died his hair had been burnt to his shoulders.

Celebrimbor never answered the questions of how long was his hair because then he would have to admit to having cut it (not entirety short, just enough he would feel it but others would not see it) when his father and uncles died at Doriah.

Elronds hair was just reaching his knees when he cut it for his brothers death. When Celebrian sailed he once again cut it, this time to his middle-back because there could be a reunion in the future. When he finally sailed his hair was touching his ankles.

Gil-Galad kept his hair to his knees, and always dogged the questions of it's length. He truly did not want to explain why he kept his hair so short.

[lifthy70-caladiel]

Gil-galad High King of the Noldor

[hirillaeriel]

Sometimes when I want a laugh I imagine that Gil-Galad never died, but Elrond gaslit the entire elven race into thinking they were hallucinating so Gil-Galad just got ignored so hard and was forced into retirement.

I read a fic recently that had Gil-Galad become Gildor and it made me so happy.