#lord of the rings: the return of the king

[daenerys-stormborn]

The king has got a crown again.

Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003)

[nowadayz]

THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RETURN OF THE KING 2003, dir. Peter Jackson

[eye-of-mordor]

Frodo kissed Merry and Pippin, and last of all Sam, and went aboard; and the sails were drawn up, and the wind blew, and slowly the ship slipped away down the long grey firth; and the light of the glass of Galadriel that Frodo bore glimmered and was lost. And the ship went out into the High Sea and passed on into the West, until at last on a night of rain Frodo smelled a sweet fragrance on the air and heard the sound of singing that came over the water. And then it seemed to him that as in his dream in the house of Bombadil, the grey rain-curtain turned all to silver glass and was rolled back, and he beheld white shores and beyond them a far green country under a swift sunrise. But to Sam the evening deepened to darkness as he stood at the Haven; and as he looked at the grey sea he saw only a shadow on the waters that was soon lost in the West. There the grey havens still he stood far into the night, hearing only the sigh and murmur of the waves on the shores of Middle-earth, and the sound of them sank deep into his heart. — JRR Tolkien, RETURN OF THE KING

[tolkien-povs]

POV:

You have OCD, so the best way to cope is by bringing about world domination.

[silme-lorien]

LOTR is so crazy because you’ll read the funniest, most sarcastic, gayest line known to man and then BOOM three pages later someone’s dead

[autisticlegolas]

the scenes of the beacons being lit in lotr rotk always makes me emotional and theoden saying “and rohan will answer” never seize to make me tear up

[gxldencity]

Lucanis literally proposed to Dolores Mercar the day after they stopped Solas and Elgar'nan. It would've been the night of, after the celebrations but you know, busy having "we didn't die" sex and napping, lots of napping. He didn't even have a ring and he just blurted out "Marry me" when Dolores woke up.

Okay he wasn't entirely serious about it but Lucanis kinda is? He has been yearning for Dolores for years since she became his informant in Minrathous. Granted, he first fell in love with her when she was masking who she was but upon meeting her again when Dolores rescued him, Lucanis was still very much in love with her 🥺. So even if they haven't been together officially for a year, Lucanis still wants to marry her ASAP bc he has been yearning for almost a decade. He's not gonna love anyone else but her.

Teia demanded a traditional Antivan wedding for them and was already wedding planning with Dolores's brother, Dante (who had been Dolores x Lucanis shipper since Lucanis walked into their tea shop years ago and his sister had been making moon eyes at him). It was gonna be massive. It would've taken place in the Dellamorte Gardens, both the wedding and the reception. The guest list was long and apparently it included King Fulgeno III and his non bastard heirs (which was totally not gonna trigger Viago's multiple complexes). There was gonna be a separate ceremony involving Spite. There was gonna be fireworks and an ice sculpture of the couple that was a bit too risqué for the event. (Dolores has seen the sketches of it and she wanted to burn it).

Though much as they appreciated all the effort Teia and Dante into planning the biggest wedding Treviso has ever seen, Lucanis and Dolores aren't really into that? Like they're both quiet people who hate being perceived and this is far too much perceiving

So they eloped, kind of? They got married in the Lighthouse with all of their friends (so the veilguard really) and family and close allies. Ashur officiated the wedding (he gets better from the blight idc) not even as Divine Aequitas II, just as Ashur/Viper with his mask and all.

There was no giving away like in Antivan tradition. Both Lucanis and Dolores walk down the aisle together. The closest thing to a giving away is when their families meet just before they walked down the aisle. For Lucanis that would be Caterina, Illario, Teia and Viago. For Dolores, that would be her siblings, parents and every person who was involved in raising her.

Aside from that, there was no bridal or groom party. Manfred and Assan are the ring bearers ofc and they wear matching ties.

There's some hubbub about whether this would be valid when they return to Antiva bc Ashur did it based on the traditions in the Imperial Chantry but they're not gonna start a whole religious debate when there's a party! Hosted by the Caretaker.

There were speeches. Bellara cried a lot but this is a new inspo for her serials. Taash got drunk and started singing some raunchy shanties that the lords sang is supposed to be a metaphor for eternal love. Neve had a toast that was basically, "everyone here knew you two were deeply obsessed with each other that we did hitch a plan to put you two in room alone except all you did was argue."

Illario def got drunk and made it everyone's problem that his cousin is now the center of attention not him. Except this is Dolores's wedding too and while it is still absolutely awkward between Illario and Lucanis, that doesn't apply to Dolores. She is definitely not afraid to put someone in the corner even and especially if that is her cousin-in-law. Hey, Illario, remember when she barged in the middle of your Scar speech with murder in her eyes and death magic crackling underneath her fingertips? Yeah that.

Dolores's sister, Dagat is also present and she's Illario's best worstie 💔. She's not afraid to throw a brick at Illario if it means not ruining her sister's big day. (Her second plan is to get Illario to smoke elfroot with her till he's so incoherent that he's not even a problem).

Regardless, it was a lovely day and they both were crying and laughing at the end. They had a nap after all of this hehe.

Teia still demands a traditional Antivan wedding though.

Hey, hope you all had a good weekend! Unfortunately, it’s Monday =/ Fortunately, it’s time for Rook Intro Hour! 🍀🌺🌼🌸

How it works: I ask you a question about your Rook(s) and you answer it with as much brevity or verbosity as you desire. You can do this whenever you want, and I’ll reblog it + add some comments! There’s no time limit— if you want to do the older ones, they are collected here! (The post is updated on Fridays!)

Today’s Question(s): Does your Rook want to get married to their LI(s)? Do they care about where? Is there a specific tradition/traditions they want to follow, when they do? Who would they invite? What would they wear?

Have fun & thanks for sharing!

[wintersvldierr]

The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003) | dir. Peter Jackson

[erulasse23]

Frodo & PTSD: Healing

At the end of Frodo’s journey, he is left feeling isolated, alone, and without joy. It says in “The Grey Havens” that he withdrew from Shire life. When he becomes “ill” on the anniversary of being stabbed (by the Nazgul and Shelob), he hides it from Sam and says nothing. We know that his self-concept has been irreversibly changed. He set out from the Shire as a kind gentle-hobbit, with the idea of adventure being exciting and fun, only to be confronted with suffering, the reality of evil, and his own perceived failures. 

In the end, he cannot conceive of a life outside of his trauma and how he has been changed by his journey. He decides to sail to Valinor. Now what is interesting is that while the fandom (at least recently) has interpreted this as Frodo going to find healing in Valinor since he could not in Middle Earth, Tolkien never says that he is going for the purpose of healing. Rather, you get the impression that he has given up on healing. That his wounds are too deep and his joy too far lost. Sailing does indeed mark an end to his suffering, but not necessarily because he has healed. 

I want to interject a bit of historical context here. While Tolkien was writing the Lord of the Rings, post World War II, research on mental health was lightyears behind where it is today. The diagnosis of PTSD would not be added to the DSM until 1980, after wide study in the aftermath of the Vietnam War. In Tolkien’s time, it was called “battle fatigue” or “combat stress reaction”. Treatments ranged from electroshock therapy, to sedatives, to psychotherapy. The field of psychotherapy was a bit chaotic then, with the emergence of several new styles such as cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT), still widely practiced today. 

The problem with these treatments, including CBT, is that they do not address the actual cause of PTSD. As previously discussed, PTSD occurs when the body’s stress response is overwhelmed and becomes “stuck”. CBT aims to change our rational thoughts and ideas, which then change the resultant emotions. This is a “top-down” approach. People who have experienced trauma do not necessarily respond to this because symptoms don’t come from a thought or belief from our rational brain, they come from our subconscious brain being stuck in crisis mode. Therefore, a “bottom-up” approach works much better.

Currently, some of the most-recommended treatments for PTSD include DBT (dialectical behavior therapy), EMDR (eye movement desensitization and reprocessing), and neurofeedback therapy, all aiming to create a sense of physical sensation of safety, allow for traumatic memories to be processed appropriately, and to “unstick” our brains. A sense of community and mindfulness, fully inhabiting our bodies but not being alone in them, is essential to recovery. 

So let’s compare Frodo to Eowyn. Eowyn also suffers a grievous blow from the Witch-King himself and is left afterwards with the same symptoms: despair, dark dreams, and she is cold and pale. The difference between the two, however, is that, “Her malady begins far back before this day,” as Aragon says. Eowyn, for a variety of reasons (that’s a whole other post if we’re going to discuss her trauma), rode out with the feeling that her only purpose was to die in battle. She says that she does not want healing, she only wishes to return to the battle and die. Her injury and the Black Shadow of the Nazgul are not a new experience for her, they do not change her self-conception. They only make her more determined. 

Healing for Eowyn begins when Faramir takes the time to listen to her and validate her feelings. He does not tell her she is wrong, or attempt to change her belief. He sits with her, and eventually, he explains that he loves her for herself, fully separate from her trauma or depression and regardless of what emotions she is feeling. He enables her to see that she is more than her grief. He shows her a life where she is not alone and where she may feel happy again, and she allows herself feel that happiness rather than clinging to death. Her character evolution is almost an inverse of Frodo's in this way.

Now this is not at all a criticism of Sam (I love that hobbit to death!!) but Sam does not provide this same sense of community to Frodo. Sam loves Frodo, but his attention is divided between Frodo and Rosie (and the regular Shire goings-on). Sam struggles to understand why Frodo cannot enjoy the Shire as he once did, and he isn’t able to offer the same sort of validation. But I think Sam is the reason that Frodo stayed as long as he did, and the reason that Frodo was able to complete his quest. And I like to think that once Sam arrived in Valinor, he was reunited with a Frodo who, while not the hobbit he was before the Fellowship, has regained a sense of joy and togetherness. 

If you want more information about any of the topics that I briefly touched on here, let me know! I’m always happy to yap about my interests :)

Part One | Part Two

[hailturinturambar]

Flaws at Dusk.

Pairing: Elrond x Galadriel

Word count: 3.116

Request: “Mine. Yours, friends to lovers Elrondriel smut?”

Author's Notes: English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes or confusion. Requests are open, check the information before requesting. We're here again for Elrond and Galadriel. Damn, how can I not love these two? This one's for everyone who's wondering what could have happened after that wonderful kiss.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI. Unprotected sex, p in v. Oral (female and male receiving.) Masturbation. Passionate sex. Elrond being a passionate sub. Anguish.

Summary: Eregion has fallen. All that remains for the surviving Elves is to move on. High King Gil-galad has ordered a group of Elves to follow him back to Lindon. When Galadriel and Elrond stay behind to help the others, unexpected feelings begin to surface.

This story can be read as a second part of this one, but also independently.

Galadriel could still taste the blood in her mouth. The death in her chest. The memory of the battle that had devastated Middle-earth, and nearly cost her her life. A memory of Sauron's return and the defeat of those Galadriel loved most. Honestly, Galadriel had never wanted to wake from her sleep of death. The memories were too painful to bear.

Like all Elves, Galadriel carried many sorrows with her, many anguishes in her chest. And most of all, she remembered the golden times in Valinor, when joys seemed eternal and death so distant. Times when her beloved brother, Finrod, was still alive.

She no longer longed for immortality. Galadriel finally understood Eru's gift to Men. Living forever, after so much pain, so much loss, was not a blessing. But a torture, a punishment. Men, at least, could rest in eternity, on paths that only Eru knew.

For centuries, Galadriel resented the Valar, judging them for all the evils of Middle-earth, for all the times they failed to stop Morgoth from bringing death and destruction. And she cried out to Mandos, that she might suffer no more.

That her family might not be destroyed, that her brother might return to her. That her beloved husband might not be brutally torn from her.

She wished for all of this, in secret, hidden in her own pain. Pain and anguish that she endured alone. Committed to living another day, fighting another battle against the bearer of all her suffering, Sauron, the Dark Lord.

Ages passed before Galadriel understood that, despite everything, her suffering was never in silence, that there was still one more person who cared about her. Because there was Elrond, when she lost her family, when she lost her husband. He was always by her side.

Only Elrond in all Arda could understand the depth of Galadriel's grief. And he did not abandon her, even when she returned to Lindon and defied Gil-galad, and refused to accept the blessing of Valinor. She was too furious to realize it at the time, to understand how much Elrond cared for her.

It broke Galadriel's heart, deeply, when Elrond discovered that she had lied about Halbrand, about the Rings. Galadriel was horrified, she feared that Elrond would see the true version of her. Broken. Vengeful. Beyond repair. Trapped in her grief as deep as the Silmarils of Earth and Sea.

Although she would not admit it, Galadriel knew that the only way to find peace, to achieve forgiveness for all her mistakes, was to sacrifice herself. She entrusted Nenya to Elrond, because she would pay that price. For all of Middle-earth.

But Galadriel did not know that Elrond, her most beloved friend, would be a great fool. Because to Elrond, no matter the cost, he would not sacrifice Galadriel. He would fight to the death for her, so that they would have a chance.

She had seen that determination in Elrond's eyes when they had met again, when he had seen her imprisoned by Adar. When Adar had exposed her as a prize, as a dirty bargain for the fate of Eregion.

Elrond could not bear to see Galadriel suffer at Adar's hands. He would not let her. Perhaps the Valar were the only ones capable of judging the hearts of Elves and Men.

Galadriel had never felt such despair as she did at that moment. She was the only thing standing between Adar's army and the Elves of Lindon, against the destruction of Eregion. She alone could decide the salvation or ruin of the Elves.

Because Adar would never give up. He was incapable of stopping, of putting an end to his thirst for eternal revenge against Sauron.

When Elrond looked at Galadriel, she knew he would not keep his promise. That he would choose her above all else. Galadriel, however, could not blame Elrond. Because not even she, one of Gil-galad's most trusted commanders, would be able to sacrifice Elrond. Hadn't she sacrificed enough?

The Adar's camp was the point of no return for them, Galadriel thought. Alone in the hands of the Enemy, Elrond and Galadriel were completely exposed, without a way out.

And in that putrid tent, steeped in evil and cruelty, Galadriel realized that Elrond meant more to her. Wearing his armor, like a true elven warrior, Elrond had never looked more beautiful to her. So majestic and delicate, yet so strong and courageous at the same time.

Galadriel blamed herself deeply when she felt Elrond's lips against hers, because it felt so right. So unexpectedly good. And she kissed him back, because she never wanted him to leave her. Galadriel loved Elrond, but she feared feeling that love. She could lose Elrond as easily as she had lost so many.

She had not cared when Sauron had wounded her with the Morgoth's Crown. Was this the price of peace, then? It was a fair price, Galadriel thought. She was determined to make amends, even if Sauron would never give up the fight. For he might have regained the Nines, and she might have died in the fall. But he would never have Nenya.

Galadriel still remembered the feeling of when her body hit the forest floor, when her spirit tried to fight bravely against the rot of the wound, the evil that Sauron had imbued into her soul, into her essence.

Then she could hear his voice, Elrond. By her side, fighting for her to survive, for her to heal from all the pain, from all the loss, so that she would live one more to fight.

Galadriel forced her eyes open, suspecting it was night again. She felt as if she had always waking up at the moment Sauron had wounded her with the Crown, still too haunted by the fight. But she was safe now.

High King Gil-galad gathered a company of Elves to return to Lindon, so that all would be warned of the destruction of Eregion and the return of Sauron. All the wounded were to remain behind and guard the new refuge.

“Sauron is with the Nine. And he holds his power over the Seven.” Elrond muttered, enraged. “How do we know he will not come for her? For Nenya?”

For hours, Elrond and Gil-galad argued, until the High King gave in and allowed Elrond to remain in the haven with Galadriel. She was grateful that her friend has staying. He was the only one who made her feel safe now.

When she first awoke, Morgoth's rot showed Galadriel the truth. Celeborn was lost, forever. She had finally discovered the reason for the emptiness in her chest that never seemed to close. Her love was gone, and she could no longer live trapped in her hope.

Outside the tent, Galadriel heard footsteps. Always noisy like an Orc, even when he was trying not to wake all the Elves. Galadriel smiled, knowing that Elrond was there to see her once more, to make sure she was safe.

“Galadriel?” He whispered, stepping into the tent.

“You know you don’t have to check every day, don’t you?” Galadriel laughed at Elrond’s frown, extending her hand to him.

“I’m sorry, my friend.” He said, defeated, walking towards her. “I’m just concerned for your safety.”

Oh, she knew he was. Elrond had always cared so much for her. She wondered, now, if that kiss had been something he had wanted for much longer.

“Elrond?” Galadriel whispered uncertainly.

He looked at her, sitting on the makeshift bed. Concern shone in Elrond's clear eyes. He quickly took Galadriel's hand, intertwining their fingers.

“You can talk to me, always.” He said comfortingly.

“Did it have any meaning to you?”

Galadriel's voice was barely above a whisper. She was so embarrassed, she felt like a little girl in love. And she certainly hated feeling that way, even more so if he didn't feel the same.

“What, my dear?” Elrond brought his free hand to Galadriel’s face, bringing her eyes to his.

“Why did you kiss me, Elrond?” she said harshly.

Elrond stammered, unable to answer such a direct question. How Elrond could face an army of Orcs with ease, yet despair over a question, Galadriel could not understand.

“I needed a plan, you know,” he replied, but his voice was shaky. “I couldn’t leave you alone in that tent.”

“But was the kiss necessary?”

“How else could I distract Adar and his Uruks?” Elrond countered, standing up, his back to Galadriel.

“Was it just for that?” She asked. She wanted to scream at him, beg him to finally be honest with her.

Elrond didn't answer. His hands were stiff at his sides, as if he didn't know how to disguise the discomfort he was feeling. How could he talk about the feeling that was burning in his chest without ruining everything that existed between them?

“No. It wasn’t just that.” Elrond sighed, his shoulders slumping.

“Why then, Elrond?” Galadriel said, standing up.

Her hands reached for Elrond’s shoulders, forcing the taller Elf to turn toward her. Tears streaked Elrond’s summer-gentle face. He is afraid, Galadriel thought, that he will lose me forever if he is honest.

“I am in love with you, Galadriel.” Elrond replied in a broken voice, his eyes closing. “Since the moment I met you.”

Galadriel smiled, feeling tears streaming down her face as well. This was what her family had been through, wasn't it? The fear of starting over after losing a great love. A love that had seemed so wrong to Fëanor.

“Do you love me, Elrond?” Galadriel asked.

“I do love you.” He replied.

Elrond was exposing his heart to Galadriel. So that she would decide that for him, if they could finally be together, surrendered to the love they felt. To the feeling that suffocated Galadriel's chest, as much as it suffocated Elrond.

It was up to her to decide whether she would let Elrond contemplate her flaws at dusk. Let him then decide whether he was willing to love that broken part. Artanis was in the past. Galadriel was what remained.

“I don’t know how I can love you, Elrond, without some other way.” She sobbed, closing her eyes.

Elrond smiled, bringing his hands to Galadriel's face, as when they were in Adar's tent.

“I love you, Galadriel. And I love everything that’s left of you.”

Before Galadriel could open her eyes, she felt Elrond's lips against hers. That kiss still felt so right. The Valar were granting Galadriel a second chance, and she would not let her sadness now be greater.

Galadriel kissed him back, wrapping her arms around Elrond's neck. She felt as if the light of Valinor shone against her face once more, as if she had achieved true peace.

Because Elrond's love was all she needed, all she was missing. He kissed her passionately, breathlessly, as if he wanted to drown in her until they were one, until they were joined not only in flesh, but in spirit.

“Will you stay with me?” She whispered, breaking the kiss.

“Do you love me, Galadriel?” Elrond murmured against her lips.

“You know I do.”

She gasped, losing herself once more in Elrond's lips, in everything that involved his presence. Because Elrond was intoxicating to her. His touch, his taste, the way he kissed her, as if nothing else in all of Arda mattered more to him than her.

Galadriel's hands reached for Elrond's curls, losing herself in the feeling of having him so close to her. Galadriel was tired of the armor he wore in the refuge, she wanted to be completely with him. As it should always have been.

Galadriel pulled away from Elrond, who looked at her in confusion. She smiled, reaching out her hand to him. Elrond smiled lovingly at her, letting her guide him to the bed. He would do whatever she wished, whatever she asked of him. The glow of Galadriel's golden hair mesmerized Elrond. He was sure that peace looked a lot like her.

Elrond sat on the bed, and Galadriel smiled at how accepting he was of her taking control of everything. He wouldn't say no to her, would he? And she knew it. Galadriel's hands reached for Elrond's elven armor, calmly removing it piece by piece.

Elrond did nothing, just watched Galadriel undress him, helping her take off what was left of his armor. For the Valar, he was more beautiful than she had imagined. Galadriel held Elrond's face, kissing his lips lightly.

When he tried to kiss her back, she pulled away, kissing Elrond's neck passionately, her hands gripping his brown curls. Elrond groaned, feeling Galadriel's tongue against his ear, before returning to kiss his neck. Elrond was like a jewel in Galadriel's hands, and she was molding him to her will.

Without removing her kisses from Elrond's neck, Galadriel pushed the Elf's body back onto the bed, sitting on his lap. Elrond's hands reached Galadriel's waist, his sighs encouraging her.

She let her lips lightly brush against Elrond's, who sighed at the loss of her touch. Galadriel ran her hands against Elrond's chest, removing his tunic, the last piece of clothing he had left. Elrond's hands reached Galadriel's waist, tightening her dress, but she bit his neck lightly.

“Don’t be so impatient.” She whispered.

Galadriel's kisses trailed down Elrond's collarbone, her nails lightly scratching his chest. Elrond groaned as Galadriel knelt in front of him, never breaking her kiss. He would be lost if she continued to love him so carnally.

But Galadriel was more than willing. Because Elrond was all she wanted. Elrond's hand reached into Galadriel's golden hair, groaning as her lips enveloped it. May the Valar forgive him, but he was even more in love with his friend.

Galadriel moaned against Elrond, satisfied by his groans. Galadriel would not waste another second with him. Elrond's grip on Galadriel's hair tightened as his tongue continued to tease him, her mouth never leaving him. Even without knowing Valinor, Elrond knew that only the greatest of blessings was being granted to him.

The movements of Galadriel's mouth intensified, and Elrond knew he could not be strong for much longer, even if he was half-elven. Galadriel could crush his spirit in that moment and he would not care.

Galadriel let her nails wander over Elrond's thighs, feeling as he cum undone against her mouth. Satisfied, she let him recover, trailing kisses up his stomach. Elrond's curls were plastered to his forehead, and she smiled passionately at him.

“Elrond.” She moaned, kissing him once more.

Elrond, panting, was quick to return the kiss, almost desperate. This time Galadriel did not stop him from pulling her dress, only stopping the kiss so that the dress was thrown on the floor of the tent.

Within seconds, Elrond was wrapping his arms around Galadriel's body, bringing his lips to her neck. Intoxicated, yes, he was being intoxicated by Galadriel's skin. Kissing and biting her neck passionately.

Galadriel sighed, holding the curls she loved so much. Elrond's kisses, just like hers before, traveled down her body. A flowery tongue, he was indeed. Elrond adored Galadriel with passion, with tenderness. But also with hunger. Kissing her breasts, kissing every patch of skin she had allowed him to touch.

Galadriel would let him make her his, she didn't care. She was choosing Elrond, she would no longer spend eternity alone. When Elrond held Galadriel's thighs, kissing her where she needed him most, she moaned Elrond's name.

She was back in the Land of the Valar, the Undying Lands. Before, she had not known this salvation in Valinor, but she was reaching with Elrond's lips. Her legs were against Elrond's face, but he did not stop kissing Galadriel, giving her as much pleasure as she had given him. She deserved everything. She deserved to be loved completely.

Galadriel tugged at Elrond's curls, moaning again. It was as if her chest was on fire, as if she would succumb to that passion at any second, as if she would shatter at the slightest touch from Elrond. She was sure she would never forget the sensation of feeling his lips.

“Elrond!” Galadriel moaned, her long golden hair sprawled across the bed, sticking to her sweaty face.

Elrond smiled at her, kissing her face, blinded by his passion, by his love for her. He couldn't get enough of her. He really was in love, Elrond thought.

“Mine?” He whispered, caressing her face.

“Yours.”

Galadriel kissed Elrond, pulling his body against hers. The kiss in the tent had felt right, but this? This was everything she had been looking for for so long.

She moaned, feeling Elrond against her, her legs wrapped around his waist. Galadriel's nails scratched down Elrond's back and he groaned against her lips.

It would be ages before Galadriel would overcome that feeling, that sensation. The eternal desire to consume Elrond, to be his and his alone. She felt so good against his body, feeling how complete they seemed together, how they seemed remade by each other's hands.

Elrond pulled his lips away from Galadriel, looking at her fondly, completely in love with her. With the woman she was, with who she had become. He was not afraid of her mistakes, he loved her for her mistakes, with all her flaws. He accepted her, completely.

And she knew it, now. Elrond reached for Galadriel's hand, lacing their fingers together. When he brought her hand to his lip, kissing where Nenya is, Galadriel gasped, her eyes closing against the emotions that were sweeping through her.

“Galadriel.” He whispered against her ear, intensifying his movements.

Galadriel didn't care about anything else. All that mattered was this moment. The two of them together. She arched her body, hugging Elrond, as if she could get closer to him, as if she could make him even more hers. But wasn't he already completely hers?

“Elrond…” She sighed, almost singing his name, moaning even louder.

And Elrond had no more control when he felt Galadriel pressing against him, cumming undone against him. He moaned Galadriel's name, letting himself join her, euphoria taking over both of them.

Galadriel opened her eyes as Elrond lay beside her. She was panting, but the warmth in his chest was comforting, even. She brought her hand to his face, Nenya's cool touch making Elrond open his eyes.

“Elrond?” Galadriel whispered, caressing his face.

“Yes?” He smiled, kissing Galadriel’s hand.

“Will you stand by my side, until the bitter end?”

“Until our souls are taken to Mandos, my dear.”

Elrond whispered, kissing Galadriel again. And she knew that they would be okay. That not even Sauron, or all the wars in Middle-earth, could shake Galadriel's love for Elrond.

I hope you enjoyed it. Reblogs, comments and likes are always welcome! And please don't copy my work or post it anywhere else.

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[cinematicsource]

THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RETURN OF THE KING (2003) dir. Peter Jackson

[eye-of-mordor]

RETURN OF THE KING (2003) dir. Peter Jackson

[playstationpark]

Hyper #122, Dec 2003 - 'Lord Of The Rings: The Return Of The King' cover.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"GROND THEY NAMED IT, IN MEMORY OF THE HAMMER OF THE UNDERWORLD OF OLD."

PIC INFO: Spotlight on an illustration depicting Sauron's host during the Siege of Gondor, bringing up the hundred-foot long battering ram, Grond, to smash the Great Gate of Minas Tirith and burn the White City. March 3019 of the Third Age.

"Great engines crawled across the field; and in the midst was a huge ram, great as a forest-tree a hundred feet in length, swinging on mighty chains. Long had it been forging in the dark smithies of Mordor, and its hideous head, founded of black steel, was shaped in the likeness of a ravening wolf; on it spells of ruin lay. Grond they named it, in memory of the Hammer of the Underworld of old. Great beasts drew it, orcs surrounded it, and behind walked mountain-trolls to wield it."

-- "The Siege of Gondor," Book IV of "THE LORD OF THE RINGS: The Return of the King," written by J.R.R. Tolkien.

Source: www.instagram.com/tr.middlee_earth/p/CxtNQ_0Nknh.

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[issela-santina]

I like that the two most awarded films ever (as of this posting) are both solidly in the realm of speculative fiction

coming from someone who lives amongst people who just see spec fic as childish, brainless entertainment when in reality, just writing the foundation to this kind of stories takes a lot of brain

it amazes me that in this millennium the world is filled with more people who see so much sense and joy in the fantastic instead of just dismiss it as expensive folly