#lanadhiel

[elfroot-and-laurels]

OH OH what is In dreams?? 👀

In Dreams is a fic for Lord of the Rings Online of my absolute most favorite story cutscene which happens…in dreams. A little snippet below:

“What you must do is still up to you, my friend. Though I fear you will find that there is naught you can do to stave off the inevitable.” The calm on his face infuriated her.

“Then what—” Candaith interrupted her, abrupt and disinterested, and his words were ones which she did not expect, but which Lanadhiel felt after that she should have.

“What of the sons of Elrond, you ask?” Anxiety gripped Lanadhiel’s heart, her lungs, and her hand flew back to the ring strung about her neck as everything faded and rippled once more, the landscape growing hazy and indistinct. Out of the gloom shone a gem, bright and unsullied in its light, though the figure that bore it on his brow remained in shadow.

“Elladan,” Lanadhiel breathed out his name, and with one hand still on the ring, she reached out the other hand, as though without control. It was as if he could hear her, but not see her, and Elladan looked up, deep brown eyes clouded by the shadow that enveloped him. A grief, a doom, seemed upon his shoulders, and was writ on his features, and it paralyzed Lanadhiel, so that she stood there, one hand clutching the still cold chain and ring around her neck, the other held in front of her. Mordirith’s words echoed in her ears. The distance between them seemed insurmountable, as though the wide sea stretched out before her, despite the fact that she could almost touch him if she stretched just a bit further.

Elladan turned then, as though reacting to a voice, and Lanadhiel saw then the bloodied sword in his hand, the dirt and grime of battle that covered him, and a fear even deeper than before wrenched a gasp, a strangled cry, from her lips. The figure of Elrohir approached, and the shadow that hung about his twin, for reasons Lanadhiel did not know, reasons she feared, was absent, though he seemed to be struggling to carry another figure on his shoulder, a figure that was blank and indistinct, on the edge of her awareness, like a figure at the edge of a circle of firelight. Elladan opened his mouth, and though he was shouting, she could see it, Lanadhiel heard no words. She felt the whoosh of air, though, that followed his quick turn; she could have sworn she felt the fabric of his cloak brush against her hand. But he ran into darkness, toward his brother, and was gone.

When Candaith spoke again, Lanadhiel was aware of the tears that tracked down her face.

[celebrimbot]

My Tolkien secret Santa piece for @vakarians-babe of their lovely oc Lanadhiel and Elladan taking a winter stroll through Rivendell and picking some berries 🥰❤️

Happy holidays and I hope you have a wonderful new year!! @officialtolkiensecretsanta

[saintlethanavir]

Lanadhiel for @vakarians-babe 💕 it was an honor to draw her!!