summoned by the lovely @sallysavestheday. Here's a throwback to Elrond the poet, Elrond the besotted, Elrond who comes home, at last.
On this day, a day he had not dared dream in his long winter, Elrond finds himself in Celebrían’s home. She had not waited for him upon the docks of Tol Eressëa with Elwing, nor welcomed him with fresh bread and sweet water beside Idril.
He stands now in Celebrían’s small house, a green-roofed cabin between the trunks of ancient trees. All windows and doors are open wide as if inviting any beast of the wood to dwell as a guest here. There are few things but the house does not feel empty.
A neatly folded piece of paper sits on the small table in the only room. It is for him, Elrond knows.
Winters and summers
Will come and go but
You will come to me.
The world shall change
And the roads curve but
You will come to me.
None shall remember
The people we were but
You will come to me.
Tho Tilion descends
With Arien from the skies
You will come to me.
His hands shake by the time he reads the last verse. And when he looks up from the paper, she stands there watching him, renewed and more beautiful than in any of Elrond’s memories.
I have no poem for you, he wants to say but does not dare speak, afraid that he shall shatter this moment and never regain it again.
‘I knew you would come to me,’ his beloved says and spreads her arms wide.
Elrond lets his heart open and be slowly filled with wonder and delight as he steps forward to fall into Celebrían’s embrace. They do not need words for this.
For more Celrond poetry: filled with wonder and delight
@polutrope @elentarial @eilinelsghost if you'd like, give a snippet of something that's been standing on the shelves
I've been in a Maglor mood this week, so here's a little one-two tragedy-comedy punch of him from September 2022.
From 4'33":
His great works are lost to him, after the fall, after his long, dreamlike submersion. For what felt an endless time, he floated like waterweed at Ossë’s whim, his body just one more strange calcified structure in Uinen’s halls. But the sea spat him out, eventually, the cool depths fundamentally unwelcoming to one who has touched fire.
And the B side (Avant Garde):
“I’m here, if here is anywhere, really.” Makalaurë is puddled on the floor in a shadowy alcove off the main walkway, blinking miserably up at Findaráto from within a welter of scarlet robes. His jeweled circlet is askew, and his braids have begun to unravel. The smoky eyes he affects for triumphant premieres have made their way damply down to his chin, and he reeks of 100-proof despair.
Something for everyone! Enjoy :)
@a-tehta @thescrapwitch @starspray @melestasflight @tilion-writes feel like sharing something from your dustier old parchment piles? Show a little love for those fics that are old.
Throwback Thursday: It was 5 years ago when we were celebrating award season for The Shape Of Water, and I got to live my dream of being in an old musical dance number (dressed as an Amphibian Man, of course) with the amazing Sally Hawkins.
Throwback Thursday: This 1860s greeting card sent to Princeton student George Sheldon, Class of 1863, proves it isn't just our own generation that is obsessed with cats.
12 years ago today I took this picture on a short walk from my house with a really cheap camera, and for the first time it occurred to me that you don’t have to go to some exotic place or have an expensive SLR camera with lots of lenses in order to take beautiful pictures. Just show up somewhere while the world is being beautiful and do the best you can. And that’s what I’ve been doing ever since.
Mantis Shrimp, Seamount High,
Sea-nior Class of 1984
Voted: Best Eyes & Most Likely to Start a Fight
Favorite quote: “Party on, dudes.”
The mantis shrimp is truly bodacious—its radical colors and totally tubular eyes (they can move each eye independently!) are out of this world. It also packs a gnarly punch—capable of cracking glass—making it one of the baddest stomatopods around 💪😎
Rock on mantis shrimp, don’t ever change, and let’s hang out this summer!!
For Throwback Thursday if that’s still a thing: a Bridget baby picture with her mother and brothers, taken by @sunken-standard. She was born to be a star I guess. 😸