#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.

[aeviagreenleaf]

Chapters 3 and 4 of my Saurondriel fic are live! The fic starts with missing and expanded seasons from season 1 episode 5 and beyond, and then the story will gradually diverge more and more from the show. Please mind the ratings and tags!

Chapter 1, Complete Bliss: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61356892/chapters/156829444

Chapter 2, Unbearable Longing: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61356892/chapters/157345807

Chapter 3, Duty Calls: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61356892/chapters/158524033

Chapter 4, Ashes and Rubble:

[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

[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.

[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’)

[mirroringdust]

Gift for @myfavouritelunatic 🥰 (rated M)

She had killed this man. She had killed him and she did not regret it. She rather enjoyed it somehow.

It was the feeling of falling into something she had avoided for so long and now she dived in completely. She hit the surface, felt the sudden pain of the impact as she slid through the tension of the water and plunged into the comforting, dark cold. No need to hold back anymore, just devour. 

And she stayed there, as she sank her sharp teeth into her victim's neck and the red liquid into her own body. Once she started, cessation was an eternity away. There was nothing to stop her, for the feeling of devouring something completely, of stealing something completely off one's power and making it hers, made her hands tremble and made her feel more alive than ever before. 

Even if she was far away from the living. But the more life was drained from the being in her arms, the more she felt the energy and how her veins pulsed, how she was taken to a delirium she had never dared to feel. Hadn't she? Reality and vision mingled as images flashed past her.

A figure in a black cloak, shrouded in darkness, cold dark eyes gazing down from an equally gloomy fortress. There are wafts of mist enveloping her thoughts and this image, as if the black walls stand between clouds. But they are only rocks surrounding it, barren rocks, a defence against all those who are not part of his world. Not dead, not drinking the blood as Galadriel does now. Darkness mantles him, and from darkness he was born.

She knew who he was. She knew the angular, steely face, had even seen it smile, framed by dark curls. And she knew she would go to him. Because he had called her. Her damnation was final, but there was nothing that could save her from him now. She was completely encircled, standing in blood and had given her own to stop him, to become him, to face him. She would come to him. To the dark lord Sauron.

He had made her what she was now. He had saved her from a death she had welcomed and against which she had not resisted. It had been time to go, but he hadn't let her go. Unwilling to live an eternity without her, he had dragged her into the darkness, into the world of shadows she had always despised. Hungry and abandoned, she had done what her body had demanded. She had drained an elf, then a human, and now she saw them lying there, limp and so dead. All of her doing, all her own work of destruction.

She stood up from her kneeling position and stared down at her doing, clenching her hands into fists as she contemplated her fate. One body simply lay carelessly on top of the other. She had almost torn their clothes off in her haste and left only shreds hanging down loosely. They lay on the cold ground of the forest between the trees that Galadriel had once cherished and had been the source of her energy. But now they were only a distraction. She despised the thought, she despised what she had done and she would avenge it.

She wiped the blood from her lips, but didn't bother with the rest that ran down her neck and over her white, loose dress. Why should these stains mean anything to her when the stains were on her soul anyway? She looked up at the dark sky, far away from all the light she stood. Everywhere but here and within her the glow had been dispelled.

He had killed and deceived more than she could count, and only a few had come to be reawakened and linger on the other side. If she had to come to him, she was determined to turn it around, to use the time well. To avenge the deaths.

So she searched for him, searched for the image she had seen.

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[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).

[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.

[aeviagreenleaf]

Chapters 1 and 2 for my Saurondriel fanfiction are live and you can read them here:

Please note the rating and tags~

[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...