Elrond Elros

is anyone else wondering how annatar managed to get so much alone time with celebrimbor without GalGilCírlrond busting down his door to blow his cover orrrrrrrrrr

“ɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴀᴍ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴏʏᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅꜱ”.

Elrond in 101 lockscreens

OPPENHEIMER (2023) | dir. Christopher Nolan "And now I am become death. The destroyer of worlds." ​​​

𝐆𝐈𝐋 - 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐃

LAST HIGH KING OF THE NOLDOR IN EXILE AND OF THE ELVES OF THE WEST

Independent, selective & private portrayal of Gil-galad of Tolkien's legendarium The Silmarillion ft. other works • Headcanon based • Trop friendly Written by Nin • 30s • Est. 2017 Guidelines + verses (mobile edition) • Headcanons • Playlist

in honor of thanksgiving, please reblog with a character(s) you’d rather feast on instead of a traditional turkey dinner

Remarkable

30 Prompts: Smile

Summary: One should not bet on the High King, under any circumstances.

“I have a slight concern that we perhaps shouldn’t be betting on the king.” Daemor whispers, frantically checking to make sure that Gil-Galad wasn’t behind him as he spoke. He bites his lip as he draws level with Camnir, whose hands Rían just thrust the pouch of silver into. “How much have you got so far, anyway, and on what bets?” “Galadriel bet the High King wouldn’t smile until Midwinter,” Rían murmurs, “but I think she’s out by a month, he surely can’t wait that long --” “Sauron is back, though,” Camnir says, doubtfully, “so he doesn’t have much cause to show any positive emotion.” Really, he thinks this whole bet is ridiculous in the first place, and Gil-Galad was going to rake them ‘cross the coals if he heard about it, like as not, and he really doesn’t fancy getting into trouble. He tries to push the pouch of ill-gained silver back into her hands, frowning in discomfort. “I also haven’t smiled in a while. Are you going to bet about me?” “You’re different,” Rían assures, “you’re not the king, so you don’t have to -- as nobody is looking at you.” She takes the pouch back contentedly, and Camnir isn’t sure whether to feel relieved or insulted. Rían, though, only beams as she peeks inside the drawstring purse, a little skip in her step. “I almost have enough to buy some new oil paints.” “Who else betted?” Vorohil cuts in, curiously. “Lady Galadriel, and --?” “We asked Master Círdan,” Rían chirps, “but he just arched a brow and told us to go along and get back to our duties. We could ask Herald Elrond --” “Bad idea,” Daemor says, shaking his head. “He’ll tell the King, for a start. You know he will.” 

“He’s a spoilsport, then.” Rían hums, considering their next move. “We could ask Erestor.” 

Vorohil shudders at the thought. “Are the rumours true about him, d’you reckon?” 

“He’s not a kinslayer, if that’s the one you mean.” Camnir doesn’t know why he steps up to defend the dark, quiet scholar with the way of moving that brought to mind a panther on the hunt. “And he doesn’t eat younger elves for breakfast, either. I don’t know who started that one, but it’s just silly.” Rían decisively heads over to the dark-robed elf where he sat reading in a tree. “Come on! Lord Erestor, would you like to participate in our betting pool?” A delicate brow rises, before eyes as black as coal lift to meet her own. She gulps. He smiles. “If you are betting on the king’s chances of a positive expression,” he murmurs, deceptively quietly, “then I shall bet that he is about to have plenty of reason to smile while thinking up your punishment.” He drops a silver into the pouch. “Considering he’s right behind you.” Rían freezes. Vorohil jumps. Camnir makes certain to distance himself bodily from the others. Gil-Galad sighs, shaking his head. “Really? If the lot of you have so much energy for mischief and nothing better to do, then you can all help me reorganise the library. Come along.” He beckons the little group to follow him. “As for the silver, I shall consider that a tax to be used in the effort to pay the weaponsmiths in defense for our land - considering, as it is, that you all are betting on me.” Rían’s shoulders slump as she hands the purse over, and she gives Vorohil a playful little shove; this had all been his idea.

(She does find the oil paints wrapped up just inside of her room door when she finishes her day of working, though. As she unwraps them, their gifter does, indeed, smile.)

Celebrimbor 😂

High King Gil-Galad: I have noticed something as of late, and I need to ask you something.

High Queen Merry: Yes, dear?

High king Gil-Galad: Why are you only wearing black?

High Queen Merry: It’s a thing we did in the world I am from, to wear black clothing while we are in mourning.

High King Gil-Galad: I should do the same.

High Queen Merry: You don’t have to.

High King Gil-Galad: I have too, I need to. I miss him, I mourn him, I loved him, I -

High Queen Merry: I know sweetheart, I know.

Alternatively,

Lord Celebrimbor: I AM NOT DEAD.

High Queen Merry: Sometimes I can still hear his voice.

wow

Hello there! I just wanted to say I love your art, I especially love the art and comics about Finwëan wives because Eärwen's swans destroying Nerdanel's sculpture is peak comedy. I also love your OCs especially Marildë because holy moly a Vanya marrying into Fëanor's family?

*Fëanor puts on his 'father-in-law from Utumno' jacket*

Also my heart just breaks at the thought of Maglor never meeting his baby, I was wondering if you could share what happened to Marildë and the child when Maglor left Valinor?

Thank you <3

sjsjHAH HELLOOOO thank you so much ahhhh!!! First off, I'm really really stoked you like my stuff about the wife squad! I love them too ahhh I wish we knew more about them in canon... but oh well, that's why headcanons exist eh!! 💕

Onto Marildë! GAAAH i was so tickled to hear you liked her! I honestly wasn't expecting to hear anything on her after that one post, but i am weEPING because you are!! absolutely right!! Maglor marrying a Vanya would have not pleased Feanor I think (brings back his memories of the whole Finwe-Indis spiel), so even though he did accept it I think the apprehension would stay... leading to the whole them living separately thing 🤷‍♀️ 'Father-in-law from Utumno' thoOOO.... omg you are a GENIUS 😂 I am getting that printed onto a mug ASAP and no one can stop me!!!

Hehe so I did some thinking per your prompt, and honestly I am a big fan of Marildë moving in to stay with her mother-in-law. Although she does have Vanyar family living on the slopes of Taniquetil, I like to think Nerdanel would be one of the first (after Maglor) that she tells of her pregnancy to, leading to Nerdanel assuming her maternal side and inviting her to stay with her so she take care of her.

I enjoy adding on to the narrative of Maglor's track record with pairs of twins lmao, so what's the irony of him having biological twins of his own without ever knowing? Admittedly, I ended up going on a whole other tangent with the concepts of Maglor's non-canonical kids when I was dong these sketches for stress-relief... so bear with me lololol

I think they'd be raised primarily by their mother and grandmother in Valinor, staying primarily with Nerdanel and Mahtan or their maternal Vanyar relatives interchangeably. I suppose there's not much Marildë would do except try to be a good mother, though her kids would form opinions of their own of their absent father as they grow older (with Lindion growing more disdainful, and Laurelotë more curious). When Arafinwë leads his host to Beleriand for the War of Wrath, they'd both follow along to fight and ultimately return empty-handed to their mother and grandmother without their father... Though what happens if Elrond returns with Maglor in the 4th age is a story for another day!

Thank you for this amazing prompt ahh!! I had so so much fun with it and I'm very flattered that you were interested in my OC hbjdsd 🙈🙈 Thanks again, you lovely person, and have a wonderful rest of your week! 💓

for all the elrond girlies out there (including me!!!)

and a bonus for gil-galad girlies (including me again):

Elrond appreciation post - The Rings Of Power S02E07