#what do you call it? elrondriel?

[luzriels]

"I was alone. A young, half-elven boy, without friend or kin. You gave me water" GALADRIEL and ELROND for week 5, rings of power summer celebration

[maul-of-shame]

The lady doth protest too much, methinks! Perhaps you should focus on acing your exams so you can get a job instead of writing 10,000 words on 'Haladriels Make Me Mad and I Need to Make Them Look Bad (Because No One Including Amazon The Writers and The Actors Care About MY Ship Elrondriel)'

Is it not rather interesting that you and valar-did-me-wrong publish all the anon asks you get, but not the hateful asks? How convenient that you both deleted them all! And then you lot turn around and accuse muslim POC haladriels of racism? We know you are liars.

BREAKING NEWS: Obsessed Clown Caught Doing Math! 🤡📏

The fact that you sat there, meticulously counting the words in my so-called "Haladriel rants" like some unhinged scribe in Sauron's library is wildly embarrassing. Did you use an abacus? A spreadsheet? Whisper each word under your breath with a single tear rolling down your cheek?

I don't need to make anyone look bad—they're already doing a stellar job of that all on their own. It's not my fault that some shippers can’t keep their ship afloat and are jumping from one sinking vessel to the next like it’s a game of "Who Can Self-Destruct Faster." I don’t need to lift a finger to make anyone look bad. The spotlight's already on them, and they’re doing all the work themselves.

Imagine being this pressed over fictional elves while simultaneously proving you're the one obsessed. You’re not debunking anything, you're just doing unpaid data entry for my fan opinions. Hope the internship at "Pathetic & Pressed Ltd." pays well.

The desperation is showing. You’re grasping at straws so hard I can hear them snapping from here.

First of all—since you clearly didn’t do your research before launching into this unhinged diatribe—I do have a job. Multiple, actually. I'm doing studies cause I WANTED to get back in school and have this added to the rest of my diplomas. I have validated my bilingual status three times. I speak and read 6 languages. I volunteer in local associations and charities. I run small businesses, I have online shops, I’m getting published for my writing and my art, and, funny enough, all of that still leaves me enough time to indulge in fandom fun. Imagine that! A person being able to do more than one thing at a time! What a concept!

Meanwhile, you’re out here acting like I am the one dedicating my life to policing ships, when you’re the one who showed up on my blog with a full thesis-length tantrum over fictional elves. Let that sink in.

Secondly, I have not deleted all my asks—because, unlike you, I don’t need to play revisionist history.

The hateful ones were posted, discussed, screenshotted, some shared in servers and with friends. So the idea that I’m hiding anything? Try again loser. You’re just stuck in your little echo chamber, refusing to acknowledge that many people—not just me—have talked about the racism, harassement, and toxicity within your corner of the fandom. But that’s what this is really about, isn’t it? You don’t want to acknowledge it. You’d rather deflect, distract, and double down than actually engage with reality.

And the best part? You came on anon because you know if your account was exposed, people would see you for the pathetic little vulture you are—hovering around, aching for attention, salivating over the idea of stirring up drama. You are not some brave warrior for truth. You’re just another pathetic, whiny little coward, skulking behind the safety of anonymity because you know that if your actual account was attached to this nonsense, you’d be clowned into oblivion.

Your mama must be so proud. Assuming she even knows she raised someone this chronically online.

Oh, and that dig about the actors and writers not caring about Elrondriel? You really had to bring it up to try and prove a point, huh? Dude, if it didn’t matter at all, you wouldn’t be this pressed about it. You are literally flailing in rage over a ship that lives in your head rent-free, and that’s hilarious.

People do not owe you a goddamn livestream of their suffering just to satisfy your insatiable need for proof. No one is required to put their pain on public display like some medieval spectacle just because you, a random, miserable little anon, demand it. What you really want isn’t proof. What you want is a reason to dismiss, diminish, and invalidate other people’s experiences so you can keep playing the victim while simultaneously being the aggressor. You want to act like an unhinged little vulture, circling around waiting for something to tear apart.

But let’s be honest—if you hate what I post so much, why are you always here? Refreshing, lurking, obsessing? You don’t just dislike me, you’re invested. And that’s what makes this even funnier. You’re not just mad—you’re a fan. A seething, bitter little fan who can’t look away.

Get a life. Preferably one that doesn’t revolve around throwing a fit over people enjoying fictional characters.

You're pathetic.

[jadehaven]

A summary of the thoughts as I slowly realized that #Elrondriel would indeed become a thing in the show:

(for context, ROP was my first introduction to LOTR, so this was my perspective as a viewer with no concept of the lore)

Season 1:

Who is this guy? Is he her friend? More? Oh she touched his face, maybe it’s like, unrequited? Am confused.

Is this how elves flirt? What’s the history here? Oh well, she’s leaving anyway.

*Enter Halbrand* HOT DIGGITY DAWG now THATS what I call a love interest 😏😏😏

*Eating up all the enemies to lovers tropes and swooning over Halbrand*

*Elrond and Galadriel scenes* Me: Nah get this nice guy OUTTA HERE where is HOT HALBRAND? (future me is aghast that I would overlook the literal loml Elrond, Gal and I are the same ig)

Halbrand: *Is Sauron* Me: What!?? Nooo! No no no no no this can’t be happening oh noooo

*Elrond saves Galadriel*

Me: Wait

*Forehead touch, tears, deep breaths*

Me: Waaaiiittt

*Gasps* Omg. Of course, he loves her!! They’re going to fall in love! It’s perfect contrast to the enemies to lovers story— a *slow burn, best friends, it’s always been you* kind of love? Right? RIGHT!? That makes so much sense! I’m 1000% calling it for Season 2.

*Sometime between season 1 and season 2, discovers the heartbreaking truth* LOL what?? She’s his WHAT??! 😭😭😭

*Still holding out hope, clutching my suspicions like they’re my grandmas pearls*

Season 2:

Holy sheet he’s mad. Ofc he’s mad. But he’s her best friend :c?? Pls don’t make me sad like this, you’re supposed to love each other!

“You were my friend!!” Mhm yknow they tend to use this word a lot

That’s… that’s a lot of hand holding there…

omg she put her hand on his CHEST OMGSJHDHFBF

“It was entirely of your choosing, the lost king blah blah” Ok but this is literally him saying he knows her type?

Hollldd up, I see what’s happening. Tension. There’s negative tension. I’ll bet if they stick to the trope, there’ll be a *moment* between them at the end that breaks the tension. There has to be.

*Galadriel gets caught by the Barrow-Wights* Wait for it babe, Elronds going to rescue her oh— yep, there he is. Saving her again. Because he’s the love interest.

“Promise you will put defeating Sauron over saving my life” Pfft hahaha miss Galady, our boy has it bad, there’s no way he’ll stay true to that promise. (For real though this sentence just showed us what the most important thing in the world is to him, it’s her y’all)

*Galadriel gets captured and brought out to the battle field* Ooooh yup. Look at his FACE when he sees her, the slow mo and everything wow. That’s his whole life right there. He can’t sacrifice her, he can’t do it.

Dang he’s gonna do it???

“Let me bid her farewell” Omg please kiss her goodbye haha but no they wouldn—

0/////o!!???

O/////O!!!!!!!

I CALLED IT I FKING CALLED IT ARE YOU KIDDING ME I AM SCREAMING

THIS IS THE MOMENT THAT BROKE THE TENSION.

Everyone online: iT wASNt RoManTIC

😐

Sigh. Of course it “wasn’t romantic”. THATS THE WHOLE POINT. That’s how this whole “forced to kiss” trope works. They don’t have feelings for each other yet, that they’re aware of anyway. It’s supposed to be an awakening. This is only the beginning.

*Continues to get gaslit by everyone and their mother including the actors and writers themselves*

Ok ok fine. Maybe I’m delusional about the whole thing. But every scene so far has been classic romantic arc set up. If they have a scene next episode where Elrond saves Galadriel again and maybe like, puts the ring on her finger all proposal style, then I’ll know. That would seal it for me.

*Episode 8*

*Speechless*

LITERALLY SPEECHLESS.

That’s it yall. If you didn’t pick up on that, then I’ll see you next season for all the slow burn tropes. I can see them already. LFG. #Elrondriel for life.

[rivendellwatch]

[ Event: Fluff Week Poll !!]

“Not all those who wander are lost… some are just looking for cuddles!

Calling All Softhearted Souls!

The winds of love stir, and the fires of comfort glow—it's time to plan Fluff Week!💕 A full week dedicated to warmth, joy, and all things cozy in Middle-earth (and beyond)!

We’re looking for the perfect dates! March was mentioned in the halls of Elrondriel, but we are open to suggestions. A full week of fluff, but when shall it be?

Drop your preferred dates below! Let’s find the perfect time to fill the Shire (and Rivendell… and even Erebor) with nothing but softness, second breakfasts, and snuggly vibes!!!☕✨

Would you prefer an earlier or later week? Let’s pick the coziest time together!

💡 Also, a reminder that March 25th is Tolkien Reading Day, a wonderful occasion to celebrate stories of friendship, home, and hope—so choosing a week around then could be extra special!

Exciting plans are already in the works! Expect polls, games, and plenty of wholesome fun!💐

A Note on Ships, Respect, and Event Rules: This event is open to ALL pairings and characters across Lord of the Rings, The Rings of Power, The Silmarillion, and beyond. Whether you sail with Elves, stand firm with Dwarves, or find comfort in the Shire, all are welcome—as long as the content is purely fluff.

That said, respect is non-negotiable.

No ship wars, no negativity, and no tearing down others’ comfort spaces. You don’t have to love every pairing, but you do have to let others enjoy theirs. This event is about softness, warmth, and joy—let’s keep it that way! Failure to abide by these rules will result in your work being removed from the AO3 collection (that will be available as soon as the dates are placed) and disassociated from the event.🚨

You can find the infos and full rules previously posted on here as well!!

I don't want to be as ominous as a Ringwraith on a stormy night, but the message stands: kindness or nothing. Respect the event's rules, the peeps joining, the ships, or else.

Anyway! If you have questions, suggestions or anything, the asks are open (anon asks have been closed but the others are still open), comments and dms are always open as well!!

Wishing you a good rest of your day and thank you so much for your participation!💕

[maul-of-shame]

Girl, forever in awe of how you tell people off 😂 Saw that lorebro person in your comments today and damn, some people really don't understand the concept of ship and let ship huh 😭

Anon, thank you and honestly same—I am forever in awe (derogatory) of how some people think they can come into my comments section and just try to twist the narrative like they did something.🙄

This lorebro thought they were really doing something by calling my Elrondriel content "icky" and dragging canon into it like it was supposed to be some kind of mic drop. But baby, all they did was end up looking like the clown they are 😂

Like, seriously, how do people not get the whole "ship and let ship" vibe? You know, where if you don’t like a ship, you keep it moving? But nah, this dude decides to pull up, intentionally seek out content they don't vibe with, and then act shocked when I’m not gonna sit here like a good little hobbit and accept their critique. I did not ask for your opinion on Elrondriel, babe, I’m living my best life over here, and you came marching in like you were Gandalf the White about to deliver some divine truth.

It’s like they literally searched for things they knew would upset them just to complain about it. What’s that about? You’re going out of your way to step into a ship space, and instead of scrolling or muting or, I dunno, doing something else with your time, you decide to come and dump your “icky” opinions like anyone cares? Let me tell you, there are no awards for trolling and whining about something that doesn’t affect you. 💀

It’s wild to me that people feel this crazy entitlement to come into someone’s space and shit all over their ships (forgive my French, but seriously, some people act like they’ve never seen the word “no”). Like, you hunted this down, you came into this ship space knowing you don’t like it, and then act like I’m supposed to care about your opinion? Nah, sweetheart, I do not give an eagle's feathered ass if Elrond didn’t blink for the entire Second Age, or if Galadriel only thought about holding hands in the most canonically accurate way possible before meeting Celeborn. Like, who cares if X character didn’t breathe properly for 20 years? That’s not the ship I’m on, so don’t make me care about it!

It’s honestly like they’re trying to be the Aragorn of "I’m just trying to save the world from this unholy pairing"—except in reality, they’re the Gollum of internet opinions. They're lurking in the shadows, obsessed with something they hate, and bitterly clutching their "precious" canon while trying to lecture me on why my ship is somehow a crime against Middle-earth. But newsflash, honey—your opinion is like Saruman’s wisdom: it’s neither wise nor helpful, and nobody asked for it.

I couldn’t care less if Elrond did nothing but polish his armor for 300 years before meeting Celebrían—I'm not here to throw shade on his emotional development, I’m here for the ships and the fantasy! I’m not gonna lose sleep over the fact that there was like a 5-minute gap in Galadriel’s timeline where she wasn’t thinking about Elrond. Just because something didn’t happen in a 5-second window in the appendices doesn’t mean you have to come in here like you’ve got the One Ring of “canon knowledge” and start policing everyone’s fantasies.

Listen, I get it, you love your canon. Maybe you care if Elrond didn’t get a single hug until 300 years into his life (I know I do). But I’m not losing my cool over the minor details that the elves themselves probably laugh about in the White Council over some fine wine. You can live in your rigid little world where "facts" reign supreme, but I’m over here sailing on the Sea of What-Ifs, having a blast, and not apologizing for it.

You wanna lecture me about how things should be? Just know that your opinion’s gonna get filed right next to Saruman’s as “Unsolicited, Unwelcome, and Unnecessary”.

The only person I would allow to lecture me would be Gil-Galad—because, I mean, who wouldn't want that soft, stoic voice to tell them off? 😏 Maybe Adar too, if he’s feeling all dark and brooding, but only if he brings the whole "I’m gonna ruin you with my gaze" vibe and because I'm a sucker for middle age goth dads.

And okay, if Ben Barnes shows up with a lecture, I might listen for like, two seconds… because his voice alone might hypnotize me into agreeing with whatever nonsense he’s saying. 🥵

Also, Karl Urban? Oh, he can lecture me all day long. I’m just here for that rough, grumpy charm, and if he’s tossing out some hard truths while looking like that, I’d probably let him lecture me until the sun sets.

The lorebros? Nah. You’re not Gil-Galad-level. Step aside.

So yeah, thanks for the unsolicited critique, but I don’t need you or your “canon expertise” to validate my love for my ships, or my view of the show/book. If you want to keep your precious canon intact, good for you—go ahead and sail away on your own ship and let me do the same without bothering me.

But please, stop seeking out content you hate just to spread negativity. It’s exhausting for everyone involved, including you.

Bye Felicia 👋🏼

[maul-of-shame]

In reply to your last post, go for number 15 😍

Okay ngl, this one made me giggle, they're such loveable idiots- 🤣🤣🤣

So this one has also been requested by @everthestormbraver so here you go dear!!

[If you want to get your number, please check this post right here!! I update with the numbers taken and I'll post the links once I heve everything!! TW: I only do Elrondriel (Elrond/Galadriel) but I can add baby Arwen for family fluff!!]

You can find the post here!

15./ Kissing someone to keep them from blurting out a secret/something they'll regret.

The halls of the great elven stronghold were quiet, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun filtering through intricate latticed windows. The air was filled with the faint hum of life, servants moving in the distance, the soft rustle of banners in the breeze. But for Galadriel and Elrond, tucked just out of sight behind a towering marble pillar, the world had shrunk to the two of them.

“Well, if you’d actually listened to my suggestion earlier, we wouldn’t be hiding like a pair of mischievous elflings,” Elrond muttered, his voice low but entirely too sassy for the situation.

Galadriel, her golden hair a bit disheveled from their hasty retreat, shot him a sharp look. “Oh, I’m the problem?” she hissed. “You’re the one who decided to argue with Lord Belarion over his own map!”

“It was incorrect!” Elrond protested, his eyes gleaming with defiance. “Someone needed to point it out—”

“Someone needed to not call him ‘an incompetent cartographer with the navigational skills of a drunken squirrel!’” she whispered harshly, poking him in the chest for emphasis.

Elrond opened his mouth to reply—no doubt with another cutting remark—but before he could utter a single word, Galadriel moved. Her hands fisted in the front of his tunic, yanking him down slightly to her level. Then, without hesitation, she pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth.

It wasn’t a dramatic kiss, nor was it meant to be. It was quick and firm, the kind of kiss meant more to silence than to seduce. But it had its desired effect.

Elrond froze.

Completely.

His words died on his lips, and his brain seemed to short-circuit as his body went utterly still. His hands, which had been gesturing emphatically just moments before, now hovered awkwardly at his sides, fingers twitching slightly as if unsure where to go.

Galadriel pulled back just enough to meet his wide, astonished eyes, her hands still gripping his tunic. She looked almost smug as she whispered, “Much better.”

“Did you just—?” he started, his voice barely audible.

“Hush,” she said quickly, glancing around the pillar to check for any sign of pursuit. When she saw none, she turned back to him, her expression both exasperated and amused. “Do you want them to hear us?”

He blinked, still clearly struggling to process what had just happened. “You kissed me,” he said, his voice quieter now but no less incredulous.

“I silenced you,” she corrected, though her cheeks had gone faintly pink. “And it worked, didn’t it?”

Before he could reply—because of course he would—she reached up and tugged him closer, hiding them both more securely behind the pillar. Her fingers curled tighter into his tunic as she leaned into him, close enough that her breath brushed his cheek.

“Elrond,” she murmured, her tone soft but firm, “you have a very particular talent for digging yourself into holes, and I don’t feel like spending the evening apologizing for you. So, for the sake of both our sanity—be quiet.”

His lips parted as if to argue, but then she gave him a look—that sharp, unyielding Galadriel look that could silence even the most stubborn of warriors.

And maybe it was the lingering warmth of her lips on his skin, or the fact that she was still pressed so close, but Elrond swallowed whatever clever remark had been forming in his mind and nodded slowly.

“Good,” she said, her voice softening as her hands finally released his tunic, though she didn’t step away. Instead, she let her fingers brush briefly over the fabric, smoothing out the creases she’d left behind.

They stood there in silence for a moment, the tension of the chase giving way to something quieter, something unspoken.

“You’re blushing,” he said finally, his tone gentler now, the barest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

“So are you,” she shot back, though she didn’t meet his gaze.

“Perhaps,” he admitted, his voice softening even further. “But for the record, I was going to say something incredibly witty just now. You’ll never know how brilliant it would have been.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t quite suppress the smile that tugged at her lips. “Oh, I’m sure it would have been truly unforgettable,” she said dryly, brushing past him as she stepped out from behind the pillar.

As she moved away, her fingers lingered on his wrist for just a moment—a fleeting touch, but enough to leave him standing there, rooted in place and thoroughly disarmed.

“Are you coming?” she called over her shoulder, her voice light but carrying that unmistakable air of command.

Elrond exhaled a quiet laugh, running a hand through his curls as he followed after her. “You’ll pay for that, you know,” he said, his voice carrying just enough of a playful edge to make her glance back at him with raised brows.

“Will I?” she asked, a teasing smile curving her lips.

“Oh, you will,” he said, his dark eyes gleaming.

[maul-of-shame]

Hey hi hello there, my favorite band of chaotic elves, hobbits, dwarves and everything in between!!! 🌸✨🍷 Welcome to Fanfics & Updates n°2!!

We did it, besties. We PASSED 100 ELRONDRIEL FICS on AO3—on Valentine’s Day, no less!!!💘💫 Clearly, the universe agrees that these two deserve epic romance, pining, and enough poetic longing to make a bard weep. I’m so proud of this tiny but mighty ship for reaching this milestone, and honestly?? Here’s to 100 more!!!!!🍾💖

So let’s get into the week’s updates before I get distracted by something shiny!! Grab your lembas (or, let’s be real, your second breakfast), and let’s go!!💫✨

"Honeycakes & Tea", a cute fic with baby Arwen and dad! Elrond!

Summary: Elrond sat at his heavy oak desk, the gentle glow of a Rivendell morning streaming through the arched windows. Scrolls and books were spread before him, each page filled with intricate writing and diagrams, the kind of work that required careful concentration. Yet, no matter how engrossed he was, the moment he heard the soft creak of the study door and the unmistakable shuffle of small feet, he lifted his head.

“Daddeh!” came the call, high-pitched and brimming with excitement.

Arwen appeared, struggling with a tray that was far too large for her tiny arms. Her dark curls bounced with each determined step, her cheeks flushed with effort, and her bright grey eyes sparkled with mischief. On the tray wobbled a teapot with a mismatched cup and a plate of cakes, some of which were distinctly missing corners, no doubt from her sampling.

“I bringed yeh tea! An’ cakes!” she declared proudly, her accent thick and endearing, the vowels round and her consonants delightfully softened. “So yeh don’ starve!”

Number of Chapters: One-Shot.

The link is somehow not working on tumblr with the feature "share link", so click the link here and you'll be redirected to the fic on AO3!

"Snap, Crackle, Pop (But Make It Elven)", a cute Elrondriel with toddler! Arwen causing chaos!

Summary: Elrond had never been afraid of healers before.

He was a healer. A great one. A renowned one. People came to him for wisdom, for guidance, for life-saving treatments. He had stitched wounds, reset bones, and dealt with injuries that would have made lesser healers faint on the spot.

And yet, as he stood in the softly lit chamber of The Bone Elf—an esteemed realignment specialist—Elrond was shaking.

His hands were clasped tightly behind his back, his lips pressed into a thin, deeply unsettled line. His gaze darted between Arwen, lying small and snug on the healer’s table, and the elf currently preparing to snap her in half like a dry twig...

Number of Chapters: One-Shot.

Now. I wish I could say I posted a TON to celebrate this momentous occasion, but alas—I am both a perfectionist and a chaos gremlin.

However!! I did write!! A lot, actually!!!

In true on-brand behavior, I spent my entire Valentine’s night doing what any normal, well-adjusted person would do—writing a 10k+ word Elendilf— I mean, Elendil x Reader coffeeshop AU until ungodly hours, fueled solely by a big RED candy apple, a pink latte, and the sheer force of my father appreciation (read: daddy issues).☕

Because let’s be real—what is romance for me if not projecting all my unresolved feelings onto a sad, broody silver fox who's cuddly, warm, got gorgeous eyes crinkling with a handsome smile and the weight of Númenor’s entire tragic history on his shoulders?

I could have been on a date. I could have been indulging in actual Valentine’s festivities. But no, I chose to suffer for the craft (read: hyperfixate and have the best day ever) and pour my soul into coffee, longing glances, and the slowest of slow burns. Priorities.

AND!! I did write a Valentine’s one-shot with Elrohir & Elladan & Reader, which is peak doting elven boyfriend energy.💘✨ Because sometimes, you just need two ridiculously pretty, overprotective twin elves making you the center of their world. (Therapy? I don’t know her. But I do know how to write soft, clingy elves who will worship you like you deserve.)

That being said… I know I’m late with updates. Time is fake, schedules are meaningless, and my sleep cycle is in tatters. But!! I have all-nighters planned this week because sleep is a luxury I’m willing to sacrifice for fanfiction, and besties, we are FULL SPEED AHEAD!🚀 Expect fic drops, absurdly long author’s notes, and possibly some unhinged rambling as I descend further into madness.

Anyway!!! Grab your lembas, your tea, or whatever chaotic snack fuels you, and let’s get into the updates!! Love y’all!!! 💫💖

[maul-of-shame]

it will never get into my head why people are harassing each other like that. i mean, you do not do any harm? you just happily post things that you enjoy and like. i personally do not ship elrond and galadriel, but that does not mean i hate everyone who does or i send anonymous hate towards them. those crazy shippers who think their OTP is canon and THE TRUTH should sit down and shut up, really. it is all but fun. there are no hidden hints, and it is not canon and galadriel will (sadly for the elrondriel shippers) come together with celeborn, they will have a kid etc etc. sauron and galadriel will also never, ever be a thing. yet the haladriels are the worst out there... defending this ship like nothing is sickening. they should just leave others be. their ship is not canon, so why shoot against others. i hope what i want to say comes trough sorry, english is not my native language, but the core message is: spread love, not hate! and whatever makes you happy in this fandom is valid. sending hate is never cool!!

Absolutely, I completely get what you're saying, and don’t worry—your message comes through loud and clear! And honestly? You’re so right!!

The fact that people are harassing others over fictional ships will never make sense to me either. We are all here because we enjoy a story, because we love these characters, because we find joy in creating and sharing things that inspire us. Why would anyone waste their time turning that into something ugly?

And I really appreciate you saying that even though you don’t personally ship Elrond and Galadriel, you still don’t see a reason to send hate over it. That’s how fandom should be—people respecting each other’s preferences, even if they don’t share them. That’s the bare minimum of decency. It’s fine to not like a ship, it’s fine to not engage with it, but actively attacking people just because they enjoy something different? That’s where it crosses the line.

Now, as for Celeborn—yeah, I’ll be real, I’m not a huge fan of him in this adaptation. In the broader Tolkien canon, idk, but the way Rings of Power has framed things? They’ve left a lot of space open for interpretation, and honestly? If they do bring him back, I’m still gonna ship Elrondriel. And guess what? That’s fine. People can ship whatever they want regardless of canon—it's called transformative fandom, and it’s been a thing since forever.

But the thing is, even if I don’t particularly care for Celeborn and Galadriel’s dynamic, you know what I’m not doing? Harassing Celeborn/Galadriel shippers. Going into their tags. Sending them anonymous hate. Making vague posts about how they’re ruining the fandom. Because I have basic human decency. I don’t need to tear others down just to enjoy my own thing.

And honestly, the Haladriel discourse is exhausting. Like, I get that people are passionate about their ships, but the level of aggression, the entitlement, the genuine harassment that comes from some of them? It’s ridiculous. There’s a difference between “I like this ship and want to explore it in fan works” and actively harassing people who don’t agree with you, twisting canon to fit your narrative, and attacking actors, writers, and fans alike just because they don’t validate your headcanons.

And honestly, the “it’s not canon so why shoot at others” point? Exactly. The hypocrisy is so blatant. Haladriel is not canon. It never will be; in my opinion.

You know how I know that? Because Sauron is literally the embodiment of deception, corruption, and destruction. This man is canonically responsible for so much suffering in Middle-earth. His entire character is built around manipulation. Why on earth would Galadriel, one of the most powerful and wise elves to ever live, willingly fall for him? Even if she was drawn to him before the reveal, the second she knew who he was, she wanted nothing to do with him. So why does this ship demand that everyone bend over backward to validate it?

If you wanna ship it, go ahead, just do not harass other people.

At the end of the day, it all comes down to what you said: spread love, not hate. It’s fine to enjoy what makes you happy in this fandom. It’s fine to have different preferences. But sending hate? Trying to silence people? That’s never okay. And it’s especially frustrating when the people doing it are the same ones who constantly cry about being the victims.

So yeah. Keep enjoying what you love. Keep creating, sharing, and uplifting others. The people who actually matter—the ones who truly love this fandom and want to make it a welcoming space—are here, and they’re the ones who deserve support.❤️

[maul-of-shame]

4 plus Arwen ?

Heya Anon!!

Sure sure, there you go!! Honestly I think this one is pretty cute and funny, hope you like it!!

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4./ Kiss on the temple.

The sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden glow over the pristine beauty of Rivendell, but its warmth wasn’t enough to stop a certain little elf from feeling bored. Arwen, a restless ball of energy, had spent her morning exploring the garden, pestering Lindir for songs, and stacking stones by the stream. Yet none of it had satisfied her curiosity or her need for attention.

So, naturally, she sought out her father.

The council chamber was a place of solemnity and importance, where elves, men, and dwarves gathered to discuss matters of great consequence. Today, however, it would also be the setting for one small elf’s mischievous intrusion.

Elrond sat at the head of the table, his brow furrowed as he spoke in measured tones about the growing threat in the East. Maps and scrolls lay scattered before him, and the room was filled with a heavy air of focus.

But the mood shifted the moment the door creaked open, and all eyes turned to the tiny figure standing hesitantly in the doorway.

“Daddeh?” Arwen called, her voice sweet and uncertain, her thick accent turning the word into an endearing melody.

Elrond froze mid-sentence, his usually steady composure faltering as he looked up. His gray eyes softened instantly, and a faint blush crept up his cheeks.

“Arwen,” he said gently, rising slightly from his chair. “What are you doing here, my little star?”

“I wuz bored,” she announced, her words tumbling out as she padded into the room, her tiny feet barely making a sound on the stone floor. “An’ Lindir wuz busy, an’ da flowers weren’t talkin’, so I came ta see you.”

A ripple of suppressed laughter moved through the council as the elves exchanged amused glances. Even the dwarves present raised their eyebrows in surprise, though one or two allowed themselves a small grin.

Elrond cleared his throat, trying to maintain an air of dignity despite the smile tugging at his lips. “This is an important meeting, Arwen. You should be with your nanny.”

“But I wanna stay wif you,” she said, tilting her head and clasping her hands behind her back in a way that made her look utterly angelic. “Pleeeeease, Daddeh?”

Elrond sighed softly, his resolve crumbling in the face of her wide, pleading eyes. “Just for a moment,” he relented, gesturing for her to come closer.

Her face lit up with joy, and she skipped to his side, clambering into his lap without hesitation. Elrond adjusted her carefully, his arm circling her protectively as she settled against his chest.

The council’s attention remained fixed on the unexpected guest, their expressions ranging from barely concealed amusement to outright fondness.

“Hello,” Arwen said boldly, turning to face the gathered elves with a bright smile. “I’m Arwen, an’ I’m his daughter. Tis is my daddeh.” She pointed at Elrond with a tiny finger, as if this fact needed clarification.

“We are honored to meet you, young one,” one of the elves replied, bowing his head slightly.

Arwen beamed, clearly pleased with the response. “You’re all talkin’ ‘bout da bad stuff, huh?” she said, her accent thick and her words tumbling out without pause. “Daddeh says it’s important, but it sounds kinda boring ta me. Do you ever talk ‘bout da sparkly rocks? Or da birds?”

This time, the ripple of laughter couldn’t be contained. Even the most serious-faced elves smiled, their eyes twinkling with amusement at her innocent candor.

Elrond’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink, and he ducked his head slightly, murmuring, “Arwen…”

“What?” she asked, looking up at him with genuine confusion. “I like da sparkly rocks! Dey’re pretty!”

“And so they are,” one of the elves replied kindly, his voice warm. “Perhaps we should include a discussion of sparkly rocks in our next meeting.”

Arwen giggled, clearly delighted by the suggestion. “Dat’s a good idea! See? You should listen ta me more, Daddeh.”

Elrond shook his head, the blush on his face deepening as he pressed a hand to his temple. “You are certainly your mother’s daughter,” he muttered, though his tone was filled with affection.

Arwen leaned against him, her small fingers tugging at the edge of his robes. “I like it here,” she declared after a moment, her voice quieter but no less cheerful. “It’s warm, an’ you smell nice, Daddeh.”

Elrond’s heart melted at her words, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her temple, his lips lingering there for a moment. “And you, my little star, are a force to be reckoned with,” he murmured, his voice soft and full of love.

She turned her head to look up at him, her eyes bright with happiness. “Dat means you like me lots, huh?”

“More than words can express,” he replied, brushing a stray curl from her face.

Arwen leaned into her father’s hand and tilted her head to the side and squinted at one of the dwarves seated at the far end of the table.

“Why’s yer beard so long?” she asked, her thick accent making every word sound as though it were dipped in honey. “Does it get stuck in stuff? Like food?”

The dwarf, clearly caught off guard, raised an eyebrow but quickly grinned, stroking his beard with pride. “A good question, lass,” he replied, his deep voice tinged with amusement. “It’s a symbol of strength and honor among my kin. And no, it doesn’t get stuck often—I’m careful.”

“Hmm,” Arwen mused, her tiny nose scrunching up as she pondered this. “I think I’d trip on it if it wuz mine.”

Her innocent comment elicited a deep, booming laugh from the dwarf, who thumped his hand against the table. "Aye, lass, but dwarves are built sturdy—we don’t trip so easily."  

Arwen leaned forward, her curiosity unquenched. "Do you ever braid it? Like da elves do wif their hair? It looks like it’d make a big braid. Maybe a fancy one!”

The dwarf chuckled again, stroking his beard thoughtfully. “Indeed, it does. Braids show respect and status among our people. Each braid tells a story, like runes carved in stone.”

Her eyes went wide, and she looked up at Elrond in awe. “Daddeh, do you have braids dat tell stories? Or is it just long an’ boring like yer talkin’?”  

A ripple of barely stifled laughter swept the council again, and Elrond sighed, his cheeks turning a soft pink as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Arwen, please—”  

“What?” she interrupted innocently, her little hands thrown up in an exaggerated shrug. “I’m just askin’! Stories are important.”  

One of the elven councilors, his expression serene but his eyes dancing with humor, leaned forward and addressed Arwen. “Stories are indeed important, young one. Your father’s hair may not be braided, but he weaves tales in other ways—through his wisdom and guidance.”  

Arwen tilted her head, considering this explanation with a grave seriousness that only a child could muster. “So, Daddeh’s head is like… a story book?” 

Another chorus of muffled chuckles rippled through the room. Elrond groaned quietly, resting his forehead against his hand, though his lips twitched with a suppressed smile. “Something like that,” he muttered.  

Undeterred, Arwen turned her attention to a tall elf seated near the middle of the table. She squinted at his robes, her nose scrunching up. “Why do ya wear so much blue? Don’t ya get tired of lookin’ like da sky?”  

The elf, taken aback but clearly amused, placed a hand over his heart in mock offense. “I wear blue to honor the waters of our rivers and the sky that watches over us. It is a color of peace and clarity.”

Arwen considered this, tapping a finger to her lips. “Hmm. I like red better. It’s fun and makes people look like berries!”

The entire council erupted into laughter at this, the sound echoing through the chamber like music. Even Elrond couldn’t help but smile as he gently adjusted Arwen on his lap.  

“Arwen,” he said, his voice caught between exasperation and fondness, “perhaps we should let the council return to their work now.”  

But Arwen wasn’t done yet. She pointed to a human seated near the edge of the group, his armor polished to a shine. “What about you? Why’s yer shirt so shiny? Does it hurt if ya poke it?”  

The man, startled but clearly charmed by her curiosity, laughed and held up a gloved hand. “t’s armor, young one. It protects me in battle.”

Her eyes widened in alarm. “Battle? Like fightin’? Why don’t ya just ask da bad guys to stop instead?”

The room fell into stunned silence before several elves dissolved into helpless laughter, their melodic voices filling the chamber. Even the man couldn’t contain his grin as he leaned forward.

“If only it were that simple, little lady.”

Arwen huffed, crossing her tiny arms. “Well, it should be.”  

Elrond buried his face in his hand, shaking his head. “I apologize for the interruption—”  

“No need to apologize, my lord,” one of the council members interjected with a warm smile. “Your daughter is… illuminating.”  

“She’s somethin’,” Elrond muttered under his breath.  

Finally, Arwen looked back up at her father, her eyes sparkling with triumph. “See? They like me!”  

With a weary but affectionate sigh, Elrond leaned down and kissed her temple again. “That, my little star, is beyond question.”  

As the council continued to humor Arwen's endless stream of curious questions, the door to the chamber suddenly burst open, revealing a flustered Lindir. His usually composed expression was replaced by one of mild panic, and he clutched the doorframe as though he'd run the entire way.

“My lord, I—I apologize for the interruption,” Lindir stammered, bowing hastily. “I was attending to the morning arrangements, and I turned away for but a moment—only to find Lady Arwen had disappeared! I’ve searched the gardens, the halls, the stables, and—”

He froze mid-sentence as his wide, worried eyes landed on the very subject of his frantic search. There was Arwen, perched on Elrond’s lap, looking entirely unbothered and as though she were meant to be there. Her tiny fingers were curled into the fabric of her father’s robes, and her smile was a picture of mischievous innocence.

“Dindir!” Arwen squealed delightedly, pointing at him with one small hand. “Dere you are! I wuz wonderin’ when you’d show up.”

Lindir’s face turned an impressive shade of crimson as the entire council erupted in laughter. He opened his mouth to respond but quickly shut it, his lips forming a thin line as he struggled to process both the nickname and the scene before him.

“Dindir?” Elrond repeated, raising an eyebrow in amusement as he turned his attention to his daughter. “Is that what we’re calling Lindir now?”

“Yes,” Arwen declared with utmost confidence. “He looks like a Dindir, don’tcha think?”

Lindir sputtered, his composure hanging by a thread. “M-my lady, I—”

“You were lookin’ fer me, huh?” Arwen interrupted, tilting her head innocently as she beamed at him. “Well, I’m right here wif Daddeh. So no need ta worry! You can sit down now, Dindir.”

The council erupted into a fresh wave of laughter, and even the usually stoic Elrond couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “It seems your search has come to an end, Lindir,” he said, his tone laced with teasing. “You may relax.”

Lindir glanced at Elrond, his expression caught between mortification and exasperation. “Yes, my lord,” he managed, his voice tight but respectful.

“I’m fine, Dindir,” Arwen added sweetly. “I just got bored, dat’s all. Da flowers weren’t talkin’ ta me, so I came here ta see Daddeh. You don’t hafta fuss so much!”

Lindir’s lips twitched, but he wisely chose not to argue. Instead, he inclined his head toward Elrond, his voice barely above a whisper. “I trust you have things well in hand, my lord?”

Elrond’s gray eyes twinkled with humor as he glanced down at his daughter, who was now attempting to braid a loose strand of his hair. “As well as they can be, Lindir.”

The poor elf could only nod, his face still a deep shade of red as Arwen gave him a cheerful wave. “Bye-bye, Dindir! Don’t get lost next time!”

Lindir quickly excused himself, his exit followed by the faint sound of suppressed laughter from the council. Arwen, oblivious to the chaos she’d caused, turned her attention back to Elrond, holding up a tiny braid she’d made.

“Look, Daddeh! I made it pretty!”

Elrond sighed, his smile soft. “Yes, you did, my little star. Very pretty indeed.”