#galadriel's pov

[jhalya]

🪟😊 Galadriel comes home to her happy place (A WCH update)

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[tolkien-povs]

Things the Finwëans have definitely said about other Finwëans, PT 1:

Angrod: Caranthir? More like "Crack-anthir".

Fingolfin: Curufinwë isn't even salty at this point. He's just upgraded to "ocean cocaine" now, which probably isn't something I should be joking about because he'd invent it.

Finarfin, seeing Finrod as a newborn fresh from the womb: My Eru, he clearly doesn't have my genes!

Finrod: You see, Tyelkormo is a nice person at heart. You just have to... force yourself to see the good in him. Like, just peel the layers of his heart until you're left with nothing.

Celegorm: Arkáno? Who's he, some spawn of Uncle Nolofinwë?

Aredhel: Oh, Artanis? Well, yeah, when you see her, she's all about fire and swords and stuff, but really, she's about fire and sparkly dresses.

Turgon: Circles? I love circles, especially circle theorems! ...Oh, we're talking about family trees?

Fëanáro: Irissë is the daughter I never had. And no, I did not kidnap her when she was a child, despite everything her father may say.

Caranthir: Last night, I dreamt that Artarestro had me arrested for tax-evasion, which is funny because I never pay taxes.

Galadriel: When I found out that Kanafinwe actually survived, I was surprised. Mainly because I expected him to die.

Elrond: When I came to Valinor, I was shocked when I saw my family. But that's because I expected them to be in the Void.

Maedhros: One thing I hate about being the eldest is that everyone assumes I order the babies around. I do not. The babies order me around.

[conundrumoftime]

Slightly surreal experience seeing people from one of my other ships confidently repeating that Tolkien never even said Galadriel and Celeborn were in love! and being like “??????” b/c that is one of the only things he did explicitly say about their marriage.

(and it doesn’t matter! it doesn’t cancel out any other ships! it certainly has not stopped me from shipping both of them with other characters as well as with each other! nobody has to take JRRT’s take on any elf marriage as The Truth anyway! and certainly you can (and I do) read all manner of tensions and sorrows into this particular marriage including what PRECISELY was going on in 2nd-Age Eregion! and people have different tastes on fictional ships anyway and my ‘fascinating millennia-long tensions within a marriage’ is someone else’s ’ugh they clearly hated each other’, sure! just kind of funny to me to see this specific claim when as a shipper of this particular ship, I’d have been so happy to see what Tolkien thought of the actual tensions instead of just a firm statement that they loved each other, is all.)

(first image is Unfinished Tales from ‘The History of Galadriel and Celeborn’, second is the Silmarillion, ‘Of the Noldor in Beleriand’)

[serailovesbagelsetc]

she really said bind yourself to me(so you don’t drown) and he was like sure,for the rest of our lives,right?Done.

Like I can imagine her in later years constantly haunted by this one moment thinking “ if only I’d kept my goddamn mouth shut and also let him drown ffs “

like can you imagine…saying something so normal…and then some psychopath takes it way too literally. And as you start realising what’s going on, you’re like “wait hold on a sec now”, and he’s like “☺️ too late babe I’m obsessed with you and also I am evil so this is going to take some wild turns therefore be prepared 💕”

and neither of you can die so you’re just stuck with him pining evilly from his balcony that he built to look into your fucking house for all eternity and you can hear him sniffling unhappily as you try to sleep at night

Insane that she didn’t get a restraining order and pack her bags for Valinor immediately. She really stayed to deal with this bullshit

couldn’t be me, honestly

[neyafromfrance95]

there are 3 haladriel prompts that i would really love someone to get inspired by and write a fic based on. so here they are in case any of u ever need some inspos:

mythology au. sauron is a delusional and obsessive worshiper of that universe's god of the light - galadriel. he is coveting her to the point he attempts to steal and posses her.

medieval au. "man-maiden" galadriel is a knight seeking great glory. she believes that she is destined to slay an evil shapeshifting monster sauron. but during her quests and crusades, she inadvertently falls in love with him disguised as a human.

modern au. galadriel is a careerist aiming for a leadership position. sauron is her new secretary sent to her company by the opposing company's ceo morgoth as an undercover mission to bring her family down (some noldor vs. morgoth feud drama).

[mirroringdust]

Gifs // sorry for reposting this because I can seem to figure tumblr out and did it wrong the last time, bear with me

It was an illusion, crafted by his own design, forged with his own power, controlled by his ingrained will. And yet, sometimes his own will could deceive and defy him, or, however one might see it, do exactly as the heart desired. 

He realises it when he hears them speak the words, beings of his own construction and of his own doom. The words he has felt so often in his mind that hearing them being spoken out in his own vision feels like an honest storm wrapping him in. For a moment he finds himself lingering in the truth of it and feels the idea gnawing on his senses. 

His whole life he had grown used to darkness. He had turned his head away from any light that shone in the direction of his abyss. And he had thrived in it, he had gained strength, he had gained power and he had served. He had defeated enemies and pushed away every threat that had dared to knock at his impregnable fortress. It had been a blessing, not a curse.

He had felt appreciated for once, when his craft had never been appreciated by his old master. After that, he had not crafted much, but he was influencing minds and creatures of all kinds and somehow this was all his empty heart needed. It was a blessing, but it was a cruel, blackened dwelling of existence. It was not life. He had grown used to it over centuries and centuries of practising the demises of this path. Never would he have imagined to hope that there was more to experience.

But then, he had not known how the fates could turn in the matter of a moment. Losing a master had given him new opportunities instead of loss. Betrayal had given him a new life and the possibility to strive for something good at last, to fill his soul with a new essence.

They say once you have seen beauty and the world lit in colours, you see dusk over everything that was before and everything that follows thereafter. You realise what you have missed your whole, long eternity.

And he does. 

It will linger forever. The smile on her face, troubled and shattered like his own, has brightened his entire being with unforeseen sparks of breath and new vitality. The sensation of seeing everything in streaming colours. The kindred of her soul, clinging to his. Her darkness likened to his. Fighting at her side… Understanding of a kind he had never felt once before and would never thereafter.

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[anetherealpoetess]

Celebrían was the Lady of Rivendell, the daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn, and the wife of Elrond. She was the mother of Arwen and the twins Elrohir and Elladan.

[a-star-shines]

Kindled

You know me like no other

Our hearts in sync our minds tied gently by gossamer string

From the day you saved me

Until now and thereafter

You will always deliver me from the dark

This could be goodbye

Knowing you forever would never be enough

This moment has to be the last of this world

To let you know the deep sea of my love for you

And how that has never changed no matter the hindrance

Something was kindled then

As your berry lips touch mine

Gentle as a falling leaf

But sadly too as fleeting

Oh how I wish to die to never have to part again

We cradled each other much our long long lives

Many sad and beautiful songs we shared

Your silken touch a comfort beyond the light of Valinor

My home is in your hands

But why now must time slip through like sand

Touching you here a flame alights in me

Under your caress

No longer just my kin nor light nor closest of all mine

My heart and soul are yours

And how I burn

I'm burning for you

Elrondriel Week | Getting Together

@elrondriel-events

[aplacexmyhead]

I appreciate the fact that there are wonderful people that make amazing edits for TROP, beautiful done

What makes me think about the final result of the actual finale in S2

Feels rushed and shortened?

[loweryourriskofheartdisease]

Trying to get control Pressure's taking its toll Stuck in the middle zone I just want you alone

My guessing game is strong Way too real to be wrong

Caught up in your show Yeah, at least now I know

It wasn't love, it wasn't love It was a perfect illusion (Perfect illusion)

Mistaken for love, it wasn't love

It was a perfect illusion (Perfect illusion)

Oh, you were a perfect illusion.....

(lyrics by LadyGaga Galadriel lol)

[penelopeloveshere]

Crying a little and thinking about Haladriel.

Hello darkness, my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence

[tolkien-povs]

Galadriel: I'm so useless...

Aredhel: No you're not!

Caranthir: You can be used as a bad example.

[pursuitseternal]

Update on “Reduced to Ash:” a Fëanor POV this time 😈

Summary: Fëanor wakes to another day in the House of Healing, and in that dawn, he considers his options. What the future holds for him, and for her…

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Fëanor x Artanis | Explicit | 3.9K

CW: 🌶️🌶️🌶️, waking up to the King’s fingers between your legs, battle scars, interrupted intimacy, male view masturbation

I, Fëanor, High King of the Noldor, laughed. I could feel it, quiet and cold and derisive, but I laughed nonetheless as dawn’s pale light filled the rounded window of my sickroom. Another day I was not supposed to have seen.

And there she laid, sprawled in the long chaise I had ordered for her as she tended to my every ailment, every need. Two days now, and the healer’s prophecies fell short. Their foresight clearly not as powerful as their touch. But not even that disgust I bore for my Sindarin hosts could ruin the sight of her there sleeping.

Sunlight just began to creep over her face, a soft illumination to her rosy cheek and resting mouth. That mouth that could infuriate me one moment and then turn so captivating the next. As she helped me heal in body, I could see the effect I bore in her very soul, her fëa beginning to burn brighter once more as I stoked gently at the flames of her memory. My wounds were closing, hee mind, hee memory was slowly reopening, and I was her healer to suck out the poison of this unbecoming docile nature.

But not even her rejuvenated spirit burned as bright as that hair.

Hair that was right now strewn about, long and unbraided and unkempt. I could not rip my eyes from it, not if I had wanted to.

Not since I last held my Silmarils, not since I last felt that light of Laurelin on my skin, not since those days before the Darkening had I felt this draw to that Light, the light that now flowed from the unruly waves of her tresses.

I had to touch it.

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[josephinekhawaja]

Initially reacted to this thinking of Galadriel what with that cute outfit and overall aesthetic — little ‘man-maiden’ things — before quickly realising this could easily be a Sauron song for her. Especially in light of what he let slip to Mirdania literally the following day. He would 1000% appropriate this for (his Lady) Galadriel. (...and Eregion is going to be looking like that onstage castle soon enough, if I correctly recall from the ‘This Season On’ 🏹🔥.) This would definitely be on his delusion soundtrack.

When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night With your head in your hands, you’re nothing more than his wife...

[elronds-library]

Istan Quetë

by RaisingCaiin (@the-tater)

In a ruined city, there stands a beautiful palace, and in this beautiful palace, there abides a kind god. This kind god has a wondrous set of rooms that he has gifted to his beloved, and in the wondrous rooms that he has gifted to his beloved, there is a set of books - books, it seems, that list all the words in all the world. Words of old, words that are new, words for things that you had never even considered before. . . And you (for yes, you are the beloved in this tale, as unexpected and inexplicable as such fortune is), you read these books. You do not read quickly, but you do read. And you may not learn quickly, but - you do learn.

Explicit, Rape/Non-Con, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death

Words: 23,526

[mirroringdust]

Destitute of the light he once craved

The vision of the dark!Halbrand in episode 4 got me spiralling. I had not expected this but I love the implications so much. Maybe it's just the dark light but even if so it's like he is showing a corrupted version of his former hopeful self to her to tease her and at the same time show he was is now lost, with nothing left to hope for. I'm having angsty thoughts about their meeting and I love the tension that is about to enter the scene, so I just had to write something! I am sure I will love whatever actually happens in that scene but I think it is fun to play with different versions! (I'm also really fond of the dark! Galadriel theory! This would be amazing)

He towers over her, his face clouded in gloomy dust, and everywhere in the distance darkness has risen to its height, stroking the peaks of the mountains in the barren lands and beyond the borders. Heaviness lies upon the crown of defeated ground. There is nowhere left to run, nowhere left to go. And as the darkness stirs, he rises to his full power in the shivering cold. Everything that had ever been was multiplied and amplified in this moment. There is loneliness in the skies above him, and yet he is not bereft of hope that, this time, isolation will be diminished. There is a chance to wield his strength, a chance to gain power over the minds of men, even over the mind of this elf. Galadriel stands before him, her eyes glued to his face then to the armour he once only wore because of her