#senhor dos aneis

[mily12]

Songs of the Soul

Hello, this is my first fanfic and I hope you like it. If you want, you can leave ideas and maybe we can do something cool by putting them together ❤️ Forgive me for any writing mistakes.

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English is not my first language 🤍

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It was not to be expected that all you would find in the lands that were once green, would be only death and destruction. It was not to be expected that one day all those you loved would be gathered together and reduced to nothing less than the dust of the earth. But this was obvious, from dust we are made and to dust we shall return.

The truth is that in this era you could not expect anything else, these lands are cursed and nothing more! One day what was a beautiful place and the next just ashes. But as it was said before, nothing to expect, not even a love from someone who could not feel anything other than the desire for power, or maybe everyone thought so, or maybe even the one who claims to be the great Sauron thought so. Could it be that the master deceiver is so skilled in his skills that he can deceive himself?

You were mortal, completely, made only of skin and bones. You would not be powerful like the beautiful elves, much less so strong as to break a rock with your hands like the dwarves. Reduced and condemned to this, just a mere mortal. But what made the lord of deceit cast his eyes upon you?

You didn't possess the light that the elves so adored, but even so he found himself wishing to be closer to you.

“You should try to get some rest,” his voice echoes in a worried tone as a touch rests on the shoulder of the one you met a few days ago.

“Seriously Halbrand, I don’t see you resting and eating just a little” you sit down next to him, letting your foot touch the ocean water that was dangerously freezing.

“There’s no way to rest when all I see is just darkness and more water wherever I look,” he mumbles and looks at your face, as if he was looking into your soul, with a deep gaze that would easily make anyone else move away and avoid contact with the dark-haired man.

But not you, you were different and it was already driving you crazy! The first time you met, on the road, instead of fear or anything like that, you felt a chill. It's like something had changed inside you, like songs from the soul.

“Okay, but rest, I'm sure you'll soon end up passing out from exhaustion” the best of the best smiles found their way onto her beautiful face.

It was no secret that since your youth, you were someone who always tried to think of the best, even in the worst situations, like now, stranded in the middle of the sea with a beast on the loose.

After some recent events, you found yourself admiring the great island of Numenor. After all, who wouldn't admire the island that was gifted to you by the Valar themselves! You had only heard stories of great constructions that men could not make, but apparently, on this island they could.

It was like a chance to redeem himself, to forget the recent past that haunted the southern lands.

“ Isto é tão lindo” você arfou com surpresa ao tocar em todas as estruturas que conseguia ao caminhar pela bela cidade. Halbrand se pegou sorrindo para sua reação, claro que o lugar de onde ele veio, isso era apenas o mais simples de todos.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he pulled your hand to walk through the city. A few days were what the Queen Regent was given to think about whether you would leave for your lands, but of course you didn’t want to go back, you would never go back to that place again. Yes, it was the idea of the elf you met on the way, the horrible thing about it is that she acted as if she had something with Halbrand, a connection and you felt jealous, of course, why didn’t you?

You were with him on the road, on the shipwreck and now at this moment, why did she have the right to arrive when the caravan was already moving and get involved in this as if she were doing something bigger?

You were overthinking, causing Halbrand to look at your face and wonder why your brow was furrowed like you had just tasted lemon.

“If you keep frowning like that, you’ll end up with wrinkles,” he smiled playfully as he approached you and tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear. The act made your heart race. It’s these small acts that not only make your heart warm, but your breath catch, your throat close, or even as if your soul were dancing a new dance.

For heaven's sake, you didn't know why your body betrayed you so easily.

“The elf, Galadriel.. do you trust her?”

You bit your lip waiting for the answer, of course the way you were incredibly nervous, and looked down with your eyes, were visibly pathetic in his eyes. Pathetically beautiful, that was what the dark lord didn't understand, how a being so inferior to his existence made him feel these feelings.

“Trust is a very strong word, there is only one person I trust and she is right in front of me jealous” he smiled mischievously making you shy under his gaze, jealousy? Was that what he thought you felt? Well, he was right.

“I’m not jealous” you pouted and by the gods that exist, he found it so cute, it was a beautiful sight that he would want to keep in his memory for the rest of his existence.

He smiled even more and came closer, closing the distance between you, leaning in and whispering in your ear. “I have my eyes on you.” He placed a kiss on the top of your head and began to move away only to look at you again and say

“Come on, we have to explore the whole city.” You stood still for a few seconds, as if every simple gesture this man made caused you to go completely awry? If this was paradise, then you prayed that whatever powerful force existed would never allow you to leave.

“Wait”

you ran and ended up colliding with his fully defined back, the smell of iron and salt that was his unique aroma entered your nostrils, so good you thought.

“And if I were jealous, what would I say? “

você mordeu o lábio inferior admitindo que realmente sentia um pouco. Ele se virou lentamente e uma risada true retumbou em seu peito. Lentamente ele abaixou seus dedos para que alcançasse seus lábios e fez um pequeno gesto de carinho.

“Then I would ask you to become my wife.”

He looked deep into your eyes, but never wavered. To your surprise he grabbed your waist and there was no more space between you.

“What?”

He repeated the words, as if he had somehow disbelieved them.

“Marry me”

He whispered again, looking at her lips for a brief moment before looking into her eyes again.

“Be mine and only mine, I will give you everything you want, little by little everything will be at your command”

He closed the distance between you with a kiss that at first was something passionate, but over the seconds it became more needy, something that had been desired for so long. When the need for oxygen became present, you lightly touched his chest, completely relaxed by your touch.

" Yes"

You said breathlessly with the brightest smile plastered on your face.

“And you will be mine, only mine”

You exclaim before leaving a small kiss on his face. You said that nothing that came from the south would be good, but you never imagined finding someone that you would love so much.

Finding your other soul, after all, wouldn't be just anyone who would make both of your souls vibrate in this way. As if a greater force had brought you both together, and you would make the most of it. And he himself didn't know he could feel any other feeling, much less love! Who would have thought that such a corrupted being would be capable of feeling the purest of feelings. He wished for more and more power, but at this moment not so that Middle Earth would fall at his feet, but to protect his beloved. At this moment, you and only you are the most important being in your existence now, with your eyes completely fixed on you and your souls in perfect harmony.

A song that only the two of you can understand.

[editfandom]

Éowyn, The Lord Of the Rings

[tatinusblackart]

My favorite draw !

[galhos-suicidas]

Não sei se vou chegar até a 3a temporada viva

[digladiando]

[c-oldasice]

My Gandalf took some hits during the moving but now everything’s fine! He’s a tough wizard 🤍

[arbitri]

Caminhei à beira-mar, e veio até mim,

como um raio de estrela na areia molhada,

uma concha branca como um sino do mar;

trêmulo, estava em minha mão molhada.

Em meus dedos trêmulos, ouvi acordar

um ding dentro, perto de uma barra do porto

uma bóia balançando, um chamado ressoando

sobre mares sem fim, fraco agora e distante.

Então vi um barco flutuar silenciosamente

na maré noturna, vazio e cinza.

'É mais tarde do que tarde! Por que esperamos?

Pulei para dentro e gritei: 'Levem-me daqui!'

Ele me levou para longe, molhado com spray,

envolto em uma névoa, enrolado em um sono,

para uma praia esquecida em uma terra estranha.

No crepúsculo além das profundezas,

ouvi um sino do mar balançar no swell,

ding, ding, e as ondas rugem

nos dentes ocultos de um recife perigoso;

e por fim cheguei a uma longa margem.

Branco ele brilhava, e o mar fervilhava

com espelhos de estrelas em uma rede de prata;

penhascos de pedra clara como osso ruel

na espuma da lua brilhavam úmidos.

Areia brilhante escorregou pela minha mão,

pó de pérola e pó de joia,

trombetas de opala, rosas de coral,

flautas de verde e ametista.

Mas sob os beirais do penhasco havia cavernas sombrias,

cobertas de ervas daninhas, escuras e cinzas;

um ar frio agitou-se em meu cabelo

e a luz diminuiu enquanto eu me afastava apressado.

Descendo de uma colina corria um riacho verde;

sua água eu bebi à vontade do meu coração.

Subi a escada da fonte até uma bela paisagem campestre

de sempre, longe dos mares,

escalando prados de sombras esvoaçantes:

flores jaziam ali como estrelas caídas,

e em uma lagoa azul, vítrea e fria,

como luas flutuantes, os nenuphars .

Os amieiros dormiam e os salgueiros choravam à beira

de um rio lento de ervas daninhas ondulantes;

espadas de gladdon guardavam os vaus,

e lanças verdes e juncos de flechas.

Houve eco de música durante toda a noite

no vale; muitas coisas

correndo de um lado para o outro: lebres brancas como a neve,

ratazanas saindo de tocas; mariposas nas asas

com olhos de lanterna; em silenciosa surpresa,

os Brocks estavam olhando para fora das portas escuras.

Ouvi danças ali, música no ar,

passos rápidos no chão verde.

Mas sempre que eu vinha era sempre a mesma coisa:

os pés fugiam e tudo ficava quieto;

nunca uma saudação, apenas as fugazes flautas

, vozes, buzinas na colina.

De folhas de rio e feixes de junco

fiz para mim um manto verde-jóia,

uma vara alta para segurar e uma bandeira de ouro;

meus olhos brilhavam como o brilho das estrelas.

Com flores coroadas, eu estava em um monte,

e estridente como um canto de galo

orgulhosamente eu gritei: 'Por que você se esconde?

Por que ninguém fala, onde quer que eu vá?

Aqui estou agora, rei desta terra,

com espada de gladdon e maça de junco.

Atenda minha ligação! Venham todos!

Diga-me palavras! Mostre-me um rosto!'

Preto veio uma nuvem como uma mortalha noturna.

Como uma toupeira escura tateando eu fui,

ao chão caindo, em minhas mãos rastejando

com olhos cegos e minhas costas dobradas.

Rastejei até uma floresta: silenciosa ela permanecia

em suas folhas mortas; nus estavam seus ramos.

Lá devo sentar, vagando com inteligência,

enquanto as corujas roncam em sua casa oca.

Por um ano e um dia eu devo ficar:

besouros batiam nas árvores podres,

aranhas teciam, no mofo

bolas de sabão pairavam sobre meus joelhos.

Por fim, veio a luz em minha longa noite

e vi meus cabelos grisalhos.

'Por mais que eu esteja curvado, devo encontrar o mar!

Eu me perdi e não sei o caminho,

mas deixe-me ir!' Então eu tropecei;

como se a sombra de um morcego caçador estivesse sobre mim;

em meus ouvidos soou um vento fulminante,

e com sarças esfarrapadas tentei me cobrir.

Minhas mãos estavam dilaceradas e meus joelhos desgastados,

e os anos pesavam sobre minhas costas,

quando a chuva em meu rosto ficou com gosto de sal

e senti o cheiro de destroços do mar.

Os pássaros vieram voando, miando, lamentando;

Ouvi vozes em cavernas frias,

focas latindo e rochas rosnando,

e em esguichos o barulho das ondas.

O inverno chegou rápido; em uma névoa eu passei,

até o fim da terra meus anos eu suportei;

a neve estava no ar, gelo no meu cabelo,

a escuridão jazia na última margem.

Ainda flutuando esperava o barco,

na maré subindo, a proa balançando.

Cansado eu me deitei enquanto ele me levava para longe,

as ondas subindo, os mares cruzando,

passando por velhos cascos agrupados com gaivotas

e grandes navios carregados de luz,

vindo para o porto, escuro como um corvo,

silencioso como a neve, no meio da noite.

As casas estavam fechadas, o vento murmurava ao redor delas,

as estradas estavam vazias. Sentei-me perto de uma porta

e, onde a garoa escorria pelo ralo,

joguei fora tudo o que carregava:

em minha mão agarrada alguns grãos de areia

e uma concha do mar silenciosa e morta.

Nunca meu ouvido ouvirá aquele sino,

nunca meus pés pisarão a margem,

nunca mais, como em triste beco,

em beco sem saída e em longa rua

esfarrapada eu ando. Para mim mesmo eu falo;

pois ainda não falam, homens que encontro.

[paraloucura]

Senhor dos anéis - O Retorno do Rei

[curious-hummingbird]

O pequeno altar para Senhor dos Anéis do meu namorado é tão bonitinho

[nerdhqscomics]

The.Lord.of.the.Rings.The.Rings.of.Power.S01E05

[oberom]

Por Que Sauron Desejava o Mithril? O Segredo do Metal Mais Precioso da T...

Descubra a verdade por trás da cobiça de Sauron pelo mithril, o metal mais precioso da Terra Média. Neste vídeo, exploramos os motivos que levaram o Senhor do Escuro a buscar desesperadamente este recurso valioso dos anões. Entenda como o mithril poderia potencializar os planos de Sauron e o papel crucial que este metal lendário desempenha nas histórias de J.R.R. Tolkien.

[hayden-in-a-cheguevara-shirt]

ok esse é um clássico favorito então resolvi traduzir pq sou uma filha da puta inútil

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[reblogs]:

user 1:

isso parece uma camisinha e o fato de todo mundo nos comentários estar dizendo "o orbe" prova que ninguém nesse site transa

user 2:

que tipo de camisinhas com cara de bolas saltitantes são essas que você tá usando

user 3:

o fato de alguém pensar que parece uma camisinha é prova de que ninguém nesse site transa

user 4:

ok pessoal LITERALMENTE tiraram isso da imagem "mago ponderando seu orbe"

é um orbe.

user 4:

ok sem querer bater em cachorro morto mas eu encontrei a imagem ORIGINAL e é a arte da capa de um ttrpg temático de senhor dos anéis.

então

user 5:

Não não é essa é de 1993 seu poser do caralho, é de A SPY IN ISENGARD publicado em 1988, eu tô DOENTE e CANSADO de vocês sempre ERRANDO

user 6:

5 adições de reblog depois e esse post ainda é melhor resumido por "ninguém nesse site transa"

[boldeiro]

Comecei a ler pela primeira vez o senhor dos aneis

[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

I'm so sorry but every time tom appears this is all I can think about

[edmellos]

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