#rings of power verse

[onedivinemisfit]

“Mairon…”

[harveydont]

confused about the syndicate relationships? easy diagram here

[scriberated]

Stand By Me Chapter 12

Chapter 12 || Ao3

Chapter Summary:

“You wanted me, Halbrand, now have me.”

His eyes darkened, a glimmer of a smirk spreading across his mouth before he lunged, his mouth covering hers as he settled between her thighs, one hand firmly holding the back of her neck. He kissed like a man starved, his lips pressed so firmly and so often against her own that she could hardly catch her breath. His tongue swept the inside of her mouth, sliding and writhing alongside her own — a promise, surely.

“Like that?” he broke their kiss to ask, pressing more kisses along her jaw as she greedily gulped in air. His teeth grazed her collarbone as he continued to lavish kisses on her skin, in the valley between her breasts as his fingers swiftly undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt. “Or… maybe there are other places you’d like to be kissed.” 

Work Summary: He turned towards her, frowning. “My family’s 4th of July picnic is tomorrow, and my cousin Melian’s engagement party is the day after. We talked about it this morning. Weren’t you listening?”

She had been listening, but she had never heard an invitation, and told him as much. “I heard you complain for over an hour about your family, and how you were very much looking forward to leaving it before you’ve even arrived. I don’t recall an invitation being mentioned. Besides, I have plans.”

“What, to sit here by yourself on a holiday, for a whole week?” he snorted, giving her a disparaging look. Part 2 in the ‘And They Were Roommates’ ‘verse. Part 1: Stay Rating: Explicit Warnings: Mention of Grooming, Drug Use, Ships: Halbrand x Galadriel, Halbrand x Melkor (past), Galadriel x Celeborn (past) Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, and they were ROOMMATES, Accidental Kissing, Intentional Kissing, Oblivious, the slowest burn for how stupidly in love they are, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Slow Burn, Cunnilingus, Grinding, Kink Negotiation, Praise Kink

BIG THANK YOU TO @lassieposting for this wonderful cover art she made for the Roommates 'Verse series!

[hermannco]

The rat bastards of the Crime Syndicate

Owlman and Power Ring designs belong to @harveydont

[aylen-san]

The sky is blue, shining high above,

A single star twinkles, its light so great.

Winds whisper tales, ancient stories told,

Where the Silmarils shine like stars in the sky.

On the horizon, mountains in morning fire,

And stars shine as in a dream.

Where songs are glorious, flowing like water,

The light of the silmarils pierces the night.

In the world beneath the moon, in shadows and mists,

The past lives on, like flashes in a meteor shower.

Waters ripple in rivers, a ring gleams at the bottom.

Ancient Gondolin sleeps in the deep.

[magpienoises]

I am so ready for tonight's screening.

Necklace, earrings, and black diamond ring made by me. 😉

I did so many colors in that makeup. All metals. And a bit of red along the wings. Hail, Lord Sauron.

[highly-flammable]

I just know Galadriel and Celebrimbor’s scene in 2x07 will leave me in tears.

And little prediction: the kiss Morfydd teased is between these two (most likely in a platonic context, like cheek or forehead kiss, but we’ll see).

[lya-dustin]

you know the funniest coincidence rop has done is that their saurons have had some similarities to my maiar oc thus believably coming off as sort of siblings

[ent-maiden]

But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. God chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things--and the things that are not--to nullify the things that are. So that no one may boast before God. 1 Corinthians 1:27-29

It is my favorite Bible verse. And it makes me think of the 4 hobbits (and ex-hobbit) that brought an end to Sauron's dominion. They were unlikely but without them Middle Earth wouldn't be saved

Pippin is foolish, but by rescuing himself and Merry he lead to the destruction of Isengard and got to enjoy some creature comforts. (Later he fooled the Dark Lord himself.)

Merry has the small strength of a hobbit but he made vulnerable the Witch King who thought himself invulnerable.

Frodo is lowly, a mere hobbit, Smeágol is a despised creature, Sam is "nought but a ninnyhammer" but they destroy what is considered perhaps the most important object in Middle Earth.

Sauron can be no god of Middle Earth. He is utterly destroyed.

[coraleethroughthelookingglass]

A year ago, myself and @somebirdortheother dipped our toes into the world of Haladriel modernAU Haladriel and started the Nossë-Verse, and as it’s now December again (and the snow is falling where I am), it feels like the right time to share this story again;

Whether you’re coming to this AU for the first time, or fancy a re-read, have a lovely December :)

[harveydont]

Я на подскоке, пёсик Обкашляем вопросик *Гав*

[incorrectringsofpower]

Elendil: I know you snuck out last night, Isildur.

Isildur's inner voice: Play dumb!

Isildur: Who’s Isildur?

Isildur’s inner voice: Not that dumb!

[sesamenom]

some funny snippets of a tentative timeline for the reverse gondolin au

[acediscowlng]

you ever think about how tentpole fandoms from 00s-2010s shows with huge followings that are going strong even now would just not exist if they were made in this day and age

[sweetteaanddragons]

Body-Swap AU

(This is a snippet from a potential AU where Scion of Somebody Probably!Gil-Galad wakes up in the body of Rings of Power!Gil-Galad. He has questions.)

His best guess for what had happened was some kind of head injury. A fall from his horse, maybe, that had knocked the past . . . who knew how many years . . . out of his head.

But if that was what had happened, he would have expected to have woken up surrounded by worried healers, Elrond almost certainly among them.

Instead, Gil-Galad had woken up alone in a room that was almost, but not quite, like his own.

For one thing, he had entirely different paperwork waiting for him than he had the day before. More of it, not less, more’s the pity.

His second guess was that he had unexpectedly developed foresight, and that Elrond had done an unexpectedly terrible job of describing the experience.

Also unlikely.

Which left the last and final guess, which was that Gil-Galad had been captured by some remnant of their Enemy, and this was all some kind of horrible trap.

If his first guess was correct, he really needed to tell someone what had happened.

If his third guess was correct, he needed to play along until he understood what was happening and how to stop it.

“My king?”

He looked up from examining the letters on his desk. He couldn’t find any from Numenor, which was concerning. “Yes?”

. . . He didn’t recognize the woman hesitating in the doorway in the slightest. Hopefully she was his assistant and not his wife. 

Hopefully he wouldn’t have a wife that would insist on reminding him he was the king at all times.

She was also veiled, which was fine, but very much not the fashion in his last trustworthy memory.

Just how much memory had he lost?

Assuming, of course, he’d lost any at all.

“Have you an answer to Elrond’s request?”

Elrond, not Lord Elrond, so the two must be close.

. . . and that was the only clue he had. He was either going to have to confess everything or make this decision blind.

He had never in his life decided to confess everything, and this was Elrond; acceding to his requests would rarely lead him too far astray. “I have decided to grant it.”

She appeared slightly startled.

He hoped rather desperately that he hadn’t just approved a three year mission to go hunting down Maglor. If he was going to manage this juggernaut, he’d really rather have Elrond beside him.

“I will tell him to prepare for the meeting, then, my lord,” she said and curtseyed before exiting.

A meeting. Good. There was certainly no harm in allowing Elrond to go to a meeting.

. . . why had Elrond felt the need to apply for special permission to attend a meeting?

Or, well, good manners, probably. Elrond was good about those.

But why on Arda would anyone be surprised that he had approved said request? Gil-Galad was of the firm opinion that most meetings were improved by Elrond’s presence, since it ensured there was at least one sensible person among the lot, and he conducted his invitations to meetings accordingly.

There were a few issues it might be awkward to have Elrond present for - if, for instance, they were declaring war on Numenor - but he couldn’t imagine justifying the decision to exclude Elrond to anyone. If they were going to war with Numenor, Elrond was certainly going to want to have his say, and there were at least three major factions among the elves that would aggressively back his right to have it, and they’d be right to; awkward or not, Elrond was their leading expert on all things Numenor, and Gil-Galad would be a fool to disregard his advice.

Also, under no circumstances was Gil-Galad declaring war on Numenor. If they wanted war, they could very well go and declare it themselves.

. . . for once, his paperwork was actually looking appealing, considering that it was his best potential source for answers that wouldn’t judge him.

A dedicated search revealed that he was apparently planning to withdraw forces from the south, to host a feast tonight, and, for some reason, to get personally involved in the welfare of a tree.

He could still find absolutely nothing about Numenor, which at least meant they probably weren’t about to go to war with them but did raise some other concerning questions.

At the very bottom of the stack, he found an outline for a speech that was apparently meant to be given before the feasting tonight. Small notes to himself were scribbled in the margins. Unfortunately, the full speech was nowhere to be found, but he had done more with less before. A quick skim would -

He stopped.

Reread.

Reread a third time because surely he was misreading this.

Apparently, he was sending Galadriel back to Aman.

Given the tone of his notes to himself, this was despite the fact that she was not at all inclined to go.

That the Valar could have retracted their ban in the untold amount of time he had forgotten, he could believe; but this -

It had never been policy to send elves west against their will. Even if it had been, he certainly wouldn’t have tried it on Galadriel; he was king, certainly, but there was no power so absolute that you could afford to be monumentally stupid about it.

New theory: his future self had gone crazy, and the Valar had sent him into the future to prevent another kinslaying among the Noldor. They certainly hadn’t gone to such trouble before, but it was a new age. Maybe they were trying new things.

Alternatively, he really had been captured by some remnant of Enemy, and said remnant had a truly warped view of how Noldorin politics worked.

Which was almost reassuring, except in how very horrifyingly plausible it was. Why would a former servant of Morgoth’s know what it was like to live under a king of the elves who had to balance the competing claims of a half dozen fractious factions? Why wouldn’t such a servant think that casting out a political player who had been causing waves would be a perfectly plausible thing to do?

Right. So.

He’d almost certainly been captured. His captor almost certainly had no idea he knew this. The goal of this little game was unclear; maybe his captor was hoping Gil-Galad would reveal information, maybe he was just hoping to keep Gil-Galad trapped in a dream while he was being transported so that he wouldn’t fight.

Regardless, Gil-Galad’s duty was clear: find a way out.

And, in the meantime, give the performance of a lifetime.

[ophidion]

Fandom: The Rings of Power Fanfiction Pairing: Galadriel / Halbrand | Sauron Rating: M Chapter: 1 of 2 Word Count: 4,535

read 'halcyon' on ao3

It's diagnosed as sea longing. Galadriel of the Noldor had conveniently dodged the condition for much of her long existence. Her husband tries to not think of the coincidence of timing. Only now, when the evil was truly gone from Middle Earth, did the feeling suddenly consume his wife.

From a distance, Celebrían watches her mother turn to stone on the shore. Sea longing was not sufficient to describe the begged benediction of magic her mother was weaving in her mourning.

Yet, her father remained an incorporeal spirit—singing variations on the same refrain, yet unable to heed her mother's pleas.

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Middle Earth's Great Tragedy, from the Second Age to the Fourth.

(barely canon divergent.)