#lord of the rings gifs

[lilith-13x]

not the surprised pikachu

She’s no man D:

[waystarco]

ARWEN & ARAGORN in Lord of The Rings: The Fellowship of The Ring

[travelinglikethelight]

✨ A salute to black women in fantasy ✨

Cynthia Addai-Robinson as Queen Tar-Míriel — The Rings of Power 2.06 "Where is He?"

[sillylotrpolls]

Getting back to serious topics today.

[haladrielgifs]

[calirph]

𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐄𝐋𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐇𝐄𝐋.

the rings of power season two finale / the hobbit: the battle of the seven armies.

(Ooh) Does it ever drive you crazy (Ah-ah-ah) Just how fast the night changes? (Ooh) Everything that you've ever dreamed of (Ooh) Disappearin' when you wake up (Ooh) But there's nothin' to be afraid of (Ah-ah-ah) Even when the night changes (Ooh) It will never change me and you

[ramoth13]

A Message of Hope: Aurë entuluva

For absolutely no particular reason, I felt compelled today,- November 6th of 2024, to write about hope.

There are days when Hope feels foolish; when you have just watched in horror as things that once seemed sturdy and unbreakable, crumble and burn. Whether it is an elvish city or a chosen path, when that happens, Hope feels naive. It feels like that's what lead you here to begin with. It feels like, if you had been more realistic and pessimistic, you wouldn't be so hurt.

For all of the things that Tolkien wrote about, his message of hope was perhaps the most resilient, poignant, and enduring. Few can forget Sam's hopeful message to Frodo:

Yet, today, for many people it may not feel that this is true. I know I often struggle with hope, but today does feel exceptionally difficult (for no particular reason, of course).

Tolkien's most hopeful message, for me, comes from his bleakest story. Húrin's story is one of defeat. Courage sprang alive when high King Fingon and the elves and men fought together against the blackness of Morgoth's reign. The Nirnaeth Arnoediad, or Unnumbered Tears, was a day when victory was close and Turgon, brother of the king, arrived with a mighty host,

"Then When Fingon heard afar the great trumpet of Turgon, the shadow passed and his heart was uplifted, and he shouted aloud: 'Utúlie'n aurë! Aiya Eldalië ar Atanatarni, utúlie'n aurë! The day has come! Behold, people of the Eldar and Fathers of Men, the day has come!' And all those who heard his great voice echo in the hills answered crying: 'Auta i lómë! The night is passing!' "

They believed that their courage and steadfastness had saved them, that daybreak was soon at hand. Tolkien understood, perhaps better than most, that there was a difference between courage and hope. For courage is what spurs action, brings change, and inspires duty. Courage is what makes the difference when the time has come, just as they continued to fight on against orcish hordes. It was courage that led them into the heart of Angband where the Dark Lord himself sat shaking on his throne. Courage carried them past the gates, but betrayal can cut through courage like a hot-knife through butter. The hill men betrayed the men and elves and the dawning light turned into a simmering dusk.

Darkness had returned.

So, where was the hope?

With the elves slain or fleeing, Húrin, leader of his people fought valiantly to let his people and what was left of his elvish allies escape. Courage did survive the betrayal of the wild men, but only just. And with each swing of his axe he cried out, "Aurë entuluva!" And with each felled enemy, he cried out again, "Aurë entuluva!" Even as his enemies surrounded him, overtook him, and even when taken by the enemy into the dark halls, he cried out for any allies that might hear him, "Aurë entuluva!" It was a promise of hope.

~ "Day will come again!"

Hope is not what makes us act, it is not what leads us to change: hope is what sustains us, what keeps us going when courage has faded and the dark night envelopes us. Húrin held fast to hope when courage and Valor had failed, when the efforts of good people fell short. I do not know what the future holds, bleak as it may seem, but I keep those words near me with every passing hour and in those moments where I feel as though I have been dragged into a dark lord's dungeon, I say those words:

Aurë entuluva!

Day will come again!

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Courage will be needed when the day arrives, but until then, I will cling to hope.

I wish everyone peace and hope. It is the dearest thing I can wish. And remember, Aurë entuluva!

Namárië,

~ Ramoth13

[ladyinblueroses]

Saying what everyone has been thinking.

Miranda Otto spitting facts about Aragorn in the Two Towers cast commentary

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Cream

Adar x Reader | SMUT🔞

Adar's pregnant lover aches, and Adar offers relief and gets himself a treat while doing so.

A cup of fluffy, steaming hot milky goodness for anon~

Grumbling you paced through the rugged wartent you called home. Your entire body hurt when you didn't spend your time sleeping. But sleep wouldn't come when not a single position you laid in pullee at yoir muscles without Adar offering the needed support. The rolls of fur were just not doing the trick.

"My moon, what is keeping you up this late?" Adar had walked in on you waddling around the house, a hand on your large belly and one at the small of your back. "Come, to bed with you." He tossed his gauntlet aside and stepped behind you, his back leaning against the remains of a brick wall with you pulled against him. His hands found the underside of your belly and lifted ir just the smallest bit, instantly relieving tension on your body and earning a satisfied sigh from you.

Adar's lips were at your ear, pressing soft kisses to the shell. "I know you feel discomfort, it will be over soon."

He loved you. All of you. He looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky, and now the full moon as well.

Adar let you rest against him for a little while longer before taking you to bed. Way too soft for him nowadays but it brought you comfort, and with that thought he managed to get the small amount he needed and even a little more some nights, tangled in each others' limbs.

Adar rid himself of armor and cloth, leaving him in just trousers as he laid down beside you. Yet still with each movement you groaned in discomfort, wanting to curl up away from him, even with Adar's everlasting patience when it came to discussing more intimate topics.

The truth was, Adar loved you so much he spent days preparing foods for you, seeing which ones you could keep down. He washed you from head to toe, cleaned the vomit off your garment and out of your hair during your early months.

He didn't need to speak words aloud, his eyes spoke for him.

"My chest is sore.." You mumbled under your breath, not daring to look at him where je laid beside you, propped up on his elbow as his free hand found hip. "I tried massaging like you do when I ache but it hurts. And leaks.."

You saw Adar perk up at your last words, a soft smile on his lips as his hand moved to undo the string that held your dress together to take a closer look. Not that he needed a reason to undress you, ever. You'd let him.

With the neckline widened enough he pushed the dress off your shoulders, gently helping your arms out of the fabric and let it hang loose under your chest.

With careful touches he held your breast, his thumb rubbing around it to inspect. Apologies sounded as you whined in discomfort, and with each soft press Adar watched white fluid run down his fingers.

"There is nothing wrong with you." Adar spoke in a voice calm and comforting, his dull blue eyes looking up at you and pressing a kiss to the top of your breast.

"Your body is overproducing. Do you wish for my help to lessen the pain?" Without really thinking of it he licked his fingers clean and watched you nod, asking for his help.

With a nod of his own in return he lowered his head to your chest, mouth open and tongue out to lap at your nipple. A soft gasp of surprise sounded from you, but that didn't stop him from moving on to wrap his lips around it and suck.

It felt strange, the gentle tug each time he sucked and drank from you. Every fiber in your body said it was wrong, to let him do this, but it felt good.

It felt good and you felt loved. His actions might have been considered taboo among your kind, but the uruk were different. And oh, how Adar's tongue flicked over your pebbled nipple inbetween sucking on it so delicately was making you feel good.

Maybe even almost as good as he was, feeling his hard cock press against your thigh. One hand found his hair as the other drew patterns over his back. Soft sighs and moans sounded through the air, with your fingers tangled at Adar's roots tugging as his fingers found your wet folds and slicked his fingerpads and tease your clit.

"Hah-- ohh Adarr." You mewled as he let go of your nipple with a wet pop. "P.. please, don't stop.. Feels so good.."

"Oh, I am nowhere near done, my moon. Relax and let me care for you." Adar's attention moved to your other breast, where he repeated the motion of flicking his tongue before starting to suckle. This time being less careful and moaning as he tasted you. "Oh my love, I fear once our child is born I will be jealous they get to do this every day.." His hips rolled against your thigh, rutting to create some desperately needed friction. The way you whined and mewled as he rubbed circles on your clit and the taste of your milk on his tongue was almost overwhelming. He was now riding your thigh in the proces of easing your discomfort with his mouth and fingers.

"You may have a taste, whenever you wish.." You moaned when his fingers spread more of your slick all over your sensitive bud, bucking your hips up against his hand and tugging hard at his hair. Your walls clenched around nothing at a harsh press of Adar's fingers. You were close, and so was Adar going off the sounds he made.

"You make me feel s.. so good, love." You stuttered through your sentence as you crept closer to your climax, finding Adar's ear tip to rub between your fingers.

With a couple more ruts, rubs, sucks and sighs Adar pulled his mouth off your breast and moved to press his lips flush against yours just as his fingers pulled an orgasm from you. The sensation of your own milk flowing into your mouth through Adar's lips only amplified your high, sending pure bliss through your entire body. You barely came down when Adar's hips stilled against your thigh with a groan, entirely satisfied and ready to pass out.

Panting, Adar looked up at you. "Has the ache faded?" His eyes followed your head lolling back onto the plush of the bed with a smile. "Yes, Adar. It has, thank you."

A satisfied hum left him then, arms snaking around your frame as he settled, careful to give you enough space to get comfortable and wrap himself around you for support.

"Good night, my moon."

[princessfantaghiro]

Sauron shows Galadriel his true Face as Mairon Admirable before The Morgoth's corruption.

#cute to the extreme

#angel's face and curls

#botticcelli's angel face

#puppy eyes

#impossible to kill

#no wonder that Morgoth decided to kidnapp him from Aulë's Home

#And no one even care until it was too late😭😭😭

Oh, my sweet Mairon. He was just a little Maia. 😭😭😭 And Morgoth was the Second After Eru. Much much stronger. Much much older. He was a very famous rebel. I bet he showed so many incredible magic "godly" stuff to Mairon to convince him to "join" him...And I bet Mairon in his teenage era had many posters of his "crush/idol, 1Rebel=Morgoth", hidden in the deppest drawer in his room...Mairon, the beautest and the purest heart, but also the most independent soul...He was easy task for Morgoth then.🥺

#credit to olessan

[userqueeniee]

the most inspirational part from kamala Harris concession speech.

[vinnfeyntheinsane]

^Feanor walking into the halls of Mandos, about to pick a fight with his younger brother

[izalith-witch]

I can't remember if I saw this on twitter, tumblr, and or tikok so if you remember please let me know but someone said they headcanon that while Sauron was Mairon the Maia working under Aule he heard the song of Galadriel being sung by Eru/Valar and it was the most perfect thing he's ever heard and he's waited to meet his soulmate ever since.

[ivycova]

When you realize that the next season of the Rings of Power come out in 2027...

Well

[it-happened-once-in-a-meme]

One of these days, I'll make a post...

Seemingly nothing against any LGBTQIA+ people 🏳️‍🌈

But you were all of you deceived...

For some queer people...are italian.

The post is praising pizza HAWAII muhahahaha and you all shall love it and despair!!! 😈🤣

Just kidding, eat what you wanna eat :) Including this pizza if you want to

🏳️‍🌈🍕 (rectangle pizza & triangle flag :)

Reblog if your blog is a safe space for LGBTQIIA+

Lesbian

Gay

Bisexual

Transgender

Queer

Intersex

Italian

Asexual