#galion

[unteriors]

Harding Way, Galion, Ohio.

#Galion #Ohio

[thranduilswifesblog]

Legolas, whispering : FUCK IT!

Thranduil : Legolas! What a foul mouth! I didn't teach you to say such a thing like that!

Legolas : but you never teach me. In fact the things that came out from your mouth is "FUCK YOU" "FUCK IT" "FUCK SPIDERS" "FUCK SAURON" "FUCK GALADRIEL" "FUCK ELROND" "FUCK GANDALF" "FUCK YOU FEREN" "WHERE IS MY FUCKING WINE, FEREN" "CHOP THEIR HEADS OFF!" "HANG HIS HEAD!" "GALION YOU OLD HAG! " FEREN YOU MOTHERFUCKER" "PARTY TILL WE DIE!" "I AM THE KING OF THE PARTY!" "FEREN GIVE ME BACK MY WINE!"

Thranduil : ENOUGH.... I'll send you to imladris.

Legolas : myeah...

#the lord of the rings #the hobbit #rings of power #incorrect tolkien quotes #incorrect lord of the rings quotes #feren #galion #elrond #legolas #hail thranduil! #our drunk king thranduil #thranduil #incorrect rings of power quotes #incorrect silmarillion quotes #incorrect hobbit quotes

[jolieterestrial]

Name Blending

A/N: Thranduil x Elf!reader : How i imagine Thranduil and his wife came up with « Legolas »…

Warning(s) : Too short; i promise to remake this; for now enjoy!

the practice of combining two existing names to form a new name…

"what about Fëanor? After one of the mightiest of our kin… " Thranduil asked carelessly before you objected. you considered the name before but never actually came to a solid conclusion as to why the name was not fitting and then it hit you " i’m sure you mean well with that but keep in mind what happened to his relatives… " "oh! I didn’t-" "it’s alright! What makes you think it’s going to be a Ellon anyways?! " smirking thran was quick to return a witty answer to his wife’s question "ada knows"

"ok “ada”…why don’t we consider names that can suit both?" "I’m listening…" "Legolas!" "That’s perfect as in our own little green-leaf" "I CAA-NT WAIT ANY LONGER" "me neither meleth!" "No, thranduil i literally can’t my water just broke" (or whatever the elven equivalent is) "GALION!" "What are you calling him for? Wine? Take me to the healers!" Thranduil paler than before picked his wife up rushing to the healers.

#thranduil x reader #thranduil x wife #thranduil #legolas #legolas greenleaf #mirkwood #galion #tolkien #the hobbit #fall of gondolin #lord of the rings #drabble #short imagine #imagines #lotr fanfic

[imagine-all-the-elves]

Imagine getting drunk with Elros and Galion and ending up having a threesome.

Author: @thatkgrl

#elros #elros imagines #galion #galion imagines #imagines #elves #elf imagines #tw:dni18 #mirkwood elves

[ginger-and-all-things-spice]

NO ONE TOLD ME HOW CUTE THE MIRKWOOD ELVES ARE IN THE BOOK!!! THEY JUST WANT TO EAT DRINK SING AND PARTY!!! I LOVE MY DRUNK WOODFAIRY’S!!!

#galion #thranduil #legolas #mirkwood #thranduil of mirkwood #mirkwood elves #elves #greenwood the great #the hobbit #tolkien #i love them

[growingingreenwood]

How would you describe Thranduil's individual relationships with Galion and Ferdan?? Whatever it is, im obsessed with it.

#answered asks #haleigh speaks #haleighs greenwood #thranduil #thranduil orophorion #galion

[windrelyn]

[Second Age and Third Age Parody 2022]

Part 9: Obsessed Father (read from the left)

Special thanks for my translator Eikyuu Yuki. Please do not repost without my permission ! ! ! (especially Facebook groups/pages)

#thranduil #oropher #galion #lord of the rings #the hobbit #tolkien #elves #4koma #middle earth #mirkwood #sindar #second age and third age 4koma 2022 #Part 9

[maraharme]

Can you do a scene for The wine elf, Galion from Mirkwood? He smiled while holding a glass of wine?

At your service, Galion from Mirkwood 🧝‍♂️

As usual, he drinks royal wine while no one sees

#galion #art #picture #tolkien #drawing #draw #silmarillion #illustration #arda #aman #middle_earth #elf #elves #mirkwood #wine

[aeonianarchives]

Feast

Fotfictober Prompts: 16 - Feast

Summery: Feast of starlight chaos

Pairing: Feren x Reader

Characters: (OC) Thalion, Thranduil, Legolas, Galion, Feren, Reader

Warnings: Mentioned! Drinking, Drunk Feren

Mereth Nuin Giliath also know as the Feast under the Stars or the Feast of Starlight, it was always a great event in the Greenwood, from its pre drinks to the feast itself and then the after party, it was always so extravagant and every year Thranduil managed to improve it some how, but each week before had was a festival crunch, the kitchens making sure they had enough food the winery making sure it had enough wine, the guards pulling double shifts and then there was you unlike the rest of the seamstress you had to work with Thranduil and Legolas making them the most extravagant and mystical clothes to wow the guest and to make sure they had something better than all the guests to wear.

"Y/n" you didn't look up at the king from the sewing of his long trail robe, he took a seat in front of you.

"I ran into some problems with fabics for your robes" you said Thranduil pushed your wrists down and held them, you looked at him, you had know the king since he was a young prince, you were always a few years younger than him, but you where a Silvan elf, your crush over the king soon left you once he married his wife and your attention turned to his commander, maybe you had just been in love with the idea of him and not him.

"You need sleep Mellon-nin you did not work well on little sleep, you can solve this in the morning" Thranduil said gently standing you up, you sighed and close your eyes.

"You are right as always on these matter mellon-nin" you said

"I cannot have my seamstress working herself to death, who would i find to trust enough to make my clothes to all my frustrating needs" Thranduil said you sighed

"But I will not be able to finish on time" you said

"I will just wear last times and then next time I will have this one" Thranduil said you agreed but little did the king know you snuck your work with you and finished it in your own rooms.

You delivered it to a guard and told him to give it to Thranduil before he made his grand entrance and made your way to the feast you had missed the pre drinks due to finishing Thranduil's outfit.

"Good to see you decided to show up Mellon, your doing that face again" Galion said

"What face" You said

"The face where you think their is a 50/50 percent chance the king will kill you" Galion said

"I finished the robes after he told me not to and got a guard to give them to him" You said

"Ah I see, good luck then" Galion said walking away

"Galion what do you mean of good luck, did he tell you what he would do to me" You asked going after your friend.

"I was not saying Good luck about Thranduil" Galion said you turned to were he was looking to see Feren approaching you, you sighed, you did everything to avoid him so why oh why did he have to find you now.

It was now Thranduil chose to save you, all eyes were on the doors he had just come out of, and the king walking down the stairs "Welcome to Mereth Nuin Giliath, Let the festivity begin" Thranduil said you used the gaze Thranduil held to escape Feren's you got to the king he caught your wrist.

"I though I told you to rest instead of finish it" Thranduil said

"My Mind would not leave me to rest without finishing it" you returned

"Join my table for tonight" Thranduil said you nodded and took the seat Thranduil wanted you to have, soon the food was on the tables and glasses were refilled.

"Aran Nin I must ask were you get your robes made they seem to get grander every occasion, I must invest in hireing them for myself aswell" a Noble said

"That do not take other customers they have enough work to do with Aran Thranduil's and Prince Legolas' robes they would not have time" You said the noble looked at you

"Or so i heard" you said looking back at your food

"Y/n is correct" Thranduil said gathering the hint you did not want to work for this noble no one liked him but he kept Thranduil in power so thats why he stayed

"I see such a shame" The man responded Thalion sighed

"I assume that means my request may also not be met" The man said Thalion was very much the opposite the the noble you had just turned down, his family had served in Oropher's Guard as long as anyone could remember he was the pretty boy of the nobles and the youngest given he became head of his house the same time Thranduil became king.

"That could be arranged" you said Thranduil glared at you, you just turned one noble down and took Thalion as a client right in front of him.

"Who does this seamstress think she is turning down my requests for his, who is it, I would like to put her down a couple of steps just because she serves the king doesn't make her so entitled to refuse service" The noble said

"The exact person who just accepted Thalion as her client" Thranduil said

"Y/n, It is a pleasure" Thalion said the other however started insulting you, before Thranduil could shut him up or Thalion for that matter Feren stood abruptly a pink dusting was over his cheeks due to how the drink was affecting him Thranduil turned his head to him and raised a brow at his drunk commander as did Thalion

"You will not insult lady y/n" Feren said

"And what will you do about it Silvan" The noble said

"I can do quite a lot like have you removed from this feast or have you forgot I am the commander of the kings guard" Feren said

"Why do you even protect the mongrel" the noble was right, Silvan and Noldor blood both ran in you and given how Sindar Elves hate the Noldor it was only natural to be insulted

"My lord, I believe the drink may have your tongue it maybe better for you to return to your room" Thalion said joining the two stood up

"You are excused from my table and you will not return to it until I say so" Thranduil said to the lord you cursed Feren for standing up for you it had only made you fall harder for the elf you covered your head in your hands on the table.

"This wine should be illegal" You muttered

"To the race of men it is" Thranduil said you groaned most of the table had left to join in the dancing all apart from you, the king, Thalion and Feren.

"Care for a dance my lady" Thalion said

"No thanks your not my type" You grumbled the lord got caught off guard, that you would say no to him, everyone swooned over him, dancing was one way to confess, it is an intimate moment having a partner that close.

Feren had disappeared off and soon came back, you were still moping about the wine, and Thalion and Thranduil were talking ideally, Legolas had pushed Feren back.

"Y/n" you turned your head up at the commanding voice of Feren with a groan, it was very clear Feren was drunk

"I don't wanna here it, say it when your sober if you mean it" You said

"I maybe drunk but my feelings are perfectly clear for you" Feren said leaning on the table in front of you, you put your finger to his forehead and pushed him back.

"To close" you said

"Gi Melin meleth nin I do not care if I am drunk, people say you say the things are are to scared to when sober and this is definitely the time for that, whenever I am sober I can never bring myself to tell you i seize up and then I can't find you again" Feren said you grabbed his chin

"Stop moving so much and face me" You said

"Your really annoying drunk you know, i prefer sober Feren" you said leaning over the table to him and connecting your lips

Elvish Translations:

Aran nin - My king

Gi Melin Meleth nin - I love you my love

#feren #feren x reader #tolkien #lord of the rings #middle earth #jrr tolkien #the hobbit #elves #lotr #thranduil #galion #legolas #reader #reader insert #middle earth x reader #tolkien x reader #fotfictober #fotfics october event #fotfics #october prompts #mirkwood #feast of starlight #feast

[kotya-zamuzykal]

Thinking about Galion and Elros (the guard) from The Hobbit <3

#the hobbit #galion #elros #tolkien elves #woodland realm #mirkwood #desolation of smaug

[mirkwoodcore]

[ID in alt text]

Silver-plated and glass Art Nouveau wine pitcher from 1910. Swedish, but I can imagine it on a table Doriath, Dorwinion, Mirkwood or Lothlórien.

#art nouveau #doriath #mirkwood #lothlorien #lothlórien #dorwinion #wine #galion

[thranduilswifesblog]

Galion the wine expert, and Elros the keys keeper...

Can't get enough of them literally bitching about their king's tantrum while stealing his wine 🤣

And then Bilbo stole the key right under their nose...

I can imagined all the horror they will endure 🤣🤣

#the lord of the rings #the hobbit #elros #galion #thranduil #bilbo #behind the scenes #nameless elves #karma is a bitch guys #never ever talking shit about your king #behind his back

[philoursmars]

Marseille. Sur le Quai du Port, l'étonnant café "La Caravelle", caché à l'étage d'un immeuble. Des peintures murales, des maquettes et des tableaux de galions, de caravelles et autres navires...

#marseille #vieux-port #quai du port #la caravelle #galion #caravelle #navire #nice

[coopsgirl]

The elves discover something fearsome near the mountains leading Thranduil to take a company of soldiers to dispatch it while Thalieth displays some interesting and very useful abilities. Thanks for reading!

@catz4ever @edensrose @silmscribbles @badluckmoony

#from a far away shore #thranduil #lee pace #thranduil fanfiction #thranduil fan fic #thranduil x reader #tolkien elves #greenwood the great #galion #elvenking

[growingingreenwood]

Btw, did ferdam and galion ever get married to someone in your fics? 'cause I was rereading Loyalty, and in chapter 5 there is an elleth that seems to get Galion's attention, but we never hear (as far as I can remember) what happened (or if anything) between them.

And also we never hear about anyone that Ferdan might be interested, is he asexual/aromantic or smth? It seems to fit him ngl

Nope, they haven't! I’m genuinely not sure if I’ve ever posted anything about what happens with her, I know I’ve outlined it somewhere in my journals and stuff but it's getting so hard to remember exactly what details have made it into my writing. (Especially with Snippets)  But basically, nothing ends up happening between them. Galion becomes way too focused on looking after Thranduil/Legolas/Everyone else to pursue anything romantic after the fall of Amon Lanc, so she ends up kind of being a fleeting crush more or less. I will probably never write it but I think it's likely that Galion would get married in Valinor after everybody is all reunited and on their way to healing.  

Good guess!! Ferdan is indeed Asexual and Aromantic. His romantic and sexual preference is literally “No thanks, I’m good.” Instead he’s found a platonic life partner in Thranduil and through extension, Galion and Mereneth. Plus, he’s got all of his ‘kids’ to look after for the rest of eternity.

#answered asks #Haleigh speaks #tolkien headcanons #Haleighs greenwood #galion headcanons #Galion #Ferdan headcanon #Tolkien OC's #Tolkien #Silvan Elves

[mimilind]

Healing Music

Summary: An elf with a shattered soul is dying. Her torturer is gone, yet he haunts her, but then she hears the soothing tones of a flute. Can music mend a broken heart? 

A one-shot where Thranduil's former butler Galion finds love through his music.

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Pairing: Galion (Thranduil’s butler) x OC

Rating: T

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Music, Healing, Soulmates

Warnings: Mentioned/implied sexual abuse

Word Count: 1900

Read the story in AO3, or below!

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Healing Music

Eryn Lasgalen, Fourth Age

The lyre called to her again. It sat in the corner, forlorn and silent, begging to be touched and made to sing. Celegiel turned her back to it, stubbornly gazing into the woven screen that shielded her bed from the breeze.

Her windows were wide open, it was a warm summer evening. A gust of wind ruffled her hair and the lyre strings, producing a hum from the latter. Was it going to call to her vocally now, as well? She glared at the offending instrument, willing it to be quiet. It refused, and with a resigned sigh she went to crouch before it. She stroked its smooth, rounded frame, touched the inscription her father had carved: Create Emotion.

Gingerly picking it up, she plucked a scale. Father’s voice came to her. “Never forget your daily scales, daughter. Practice makes perfect!” Thinking of Father almost had her drop it again.

With closed eyes, she began a lullaby, allowing the cascade of tones to soothe her, ease the tensions. Near the end she blinked away a lonely tear.

Clap-clap-clap.

“Beautiful!”

Celegiel jumped at the applause and strange voice, her heartbeat increasing. Turning around, she noticed a tall, copper-haired elf nimbly balancing on one of the branches that surrounded her treehouse.

How dared he! Her home was private, nobody was allowed up here, least of all an ellon, a male elf!

She glared at him and pointedly pulled the window shutters close. In the gloomy darkness of her room, she heard a slight rustle as the ellon climbed down.

Voices drifted to her from below.

“The elleth who lives there, who is she?”

“Ai, it is poor Celegiel Merenoriel.”

Nosy elf! What business had he, questioning about her? And the one he talked with was Niphredil, of course, that meddlesome old healer.

“She seemed sad,” said the ellon.

“Aye, she has not spoken to anyone in several moons. She has not long left, I fear.” Niphredil sighed dramatically. “Something happened on her way here from Lothlórien.” The healer lowered her voice, murmuring the rest.

Good. The ellon would not bother her again, not after he learned what had befallen her.

Celegiel lay down on her bed, eyes burning with unshed tears. Realizing she was still holding her lyre, she hugged it to her tightly.

She must have slumbered, for she woke to a slow, enchanting tune. A flute. And the melody was the lullaby she had played before.

The ellon again. He certainly was persistent!

Celegiel listened in silence, feeling the annoyance subside. He was talented, to be sure. She felt an urge to join, pluck harmonizing chords on her lyre and sing the words.

Sing we now softly, and dreams let us weave him!

Stoically Celegiel abstained. He would think she encouraged his unwanted attention. Instead she let the sweet tones lull her back to sleep.

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The ellon did not give up. He came back next evening, and the evenings after that, every time playing different melodies. Sometimes he sang in a pleasant baritone. He chose old, familiar songs which brought back memories of happy times back home. Festivals, weddings, begetting days – Celegiel and her parents had entertained in all of those.

Celegiel found that she had begun to look forward to the evenings.

Then came one time when she could not resist. The ellon played the Song of Beren and Lúthien, her absolute favorite. The lyre was in her hands before she knew it, thrumming out the familiar chords, weaving an enchanting harmony together with the tender voice of his flute.

She sang the ending verses out loud, surprising even herself. It was strange to hear her own voice after such a long time.

And yet at last they met once more / And long ago they passed away / In the forest singing sorrowless.

In the silence afterwards, Celegiel was surprised to feel a slight quirk to her lips.

A knock on the window dissolved her smile.

“Can you not come out? It is a beautiful evening.”

She hesitated. His endurance was intriguing, she had to admit as much.

Slowly she opened the shutter. The ellon was facing away from her, leaning against the wall of her house, one leg leisurely dangling over the edge of the platform it was built upon. Over his broad shoulders cascaded a mane of waist long hair, golden with a reddish tint, and in his hand she spotted the source of the bewitching music he had blessed her with: a small wooden flute, which he toyed with absentmindedly.

She turned her eyes to the small circle of sky framed by the foliaged canopy above. The stars were out and the air was pleasantly mild. It was indeed a beautiful night.

Her bare feet made no sound when she slunk out and sat beside him, copying his easy stance. He glanced at her, then returned his attention to the flute, twiddling it restlessly. He had big hands, strong. A warrior’s hands.

“I am glad you came. I do not think we met?”

Celegiel did not reply. She observed the ellon's downturned face. His complexion was pale, almost translucent, the fair eyes framed by golden lashes.

She recognized him then, she had seen him with Thranduil, the Elvenking. He was a former servant of the palace, now a Woodland guard. Celegiel had a notion there was a scandal involved, important prisoners escaping during his watch or something of that ilk.

“You are Galion.” Her voice was clear and it surprised her. It should have been rusty from lack of use.

His eyebrows rose in surprise and now he met her gaze. “I am. We have met, then?”

“Nay.” She did not elaborate, and he did not press the matter. Instead he put the flute to his lips and began a new tune. This time Celegiel joined in without hesitation.

“You sing beautifully,” he said after they finished the last cadence. “You are a musician?”

“You know I am. I heard you asking about me.” Her voice came out curt, cold even.

He blushed, his ears turning bright red all the way to their pointy tips. “Forgive my impertinence. It was not my intent to pry. The healer–”

“Aye,” interrupted Celegiel. “Niphredil talks too much. Whatever she told you was probably true, however.” She gave him a penetrating glare, daring him to return it. To her surprise he did, meeting her eye with open honesty.

“She said you lost your parents on your way here. That you came alone, unharmed, but…” He faltered, the gaze wavering. She almost felt sorry for him.

“But married, yes. You must have noticed this the first time we met. Why do you persist in coming? You behave like a would-be suitor, it is inappropriate.”

He did not reply.

“Before you ask – nay, I did not consent to the marriage. Nevertheless, it happened, and although my spouse is dead now, I could never remarry even if I wanted to, as you well know.”

His eyes were wide with surprise when they again met hers. “Dead?”

“Aye. Courtesy of your guard comrades.”

A succession of emotions flickered over his face. Doubt and disbelief were followed by shocked realization and finally white-hot fury. The ellon was on his feet in one smooth motion, tense and dangerous, the relaxed minstrel becoming a fearsome warrior. He held the flute like a knife, ready to stab an invisible foe, the muscles on his arm bulging.

Celegiel felt something then, a tingle, the tiniest of flutters. He looked so protective, so strong.

“Orcs!” Galion hissed. “Orcs caught you?”

She nodded, expecting to read disgust or pity in his eyes, but there was only blistering anger.

“That lair we cleared last month, aye? I was there, killed two of them myself. Filthy abominations!” The ellon breathed hard a few times, then slowly regained his composure. He sat down, closer to her than before. “You are not married. This does not count.”

“A union is a union, however forcefully formed.” Bile rose in her throat when she remembered just how forcefully it had been. Against the strength of an orc, her elven abilities had come to naught. She was a musician, not a fighter.

“But orcs are mortal, and wherever they go after their demise, it is not to the Halls of Mandos. You shall never meet him again, even in the afterlife.”

She pondered this. He had a point, certainly. Did this mean her soul was free, that it could safely leave this broken body? Her soul had been wanting to depart for many moons now, but she had forestalled it, anxious to avoid meeting her molester again. Yet, she had also been unwilling to stay among the living.

“Come, let us play something more. Get your lyre, I love hearing it.” His calmness had returned. Again he leaned against the wall gracefully, lazily even, as if the intimidating warrior she had glimpsed before was a mere figment of her imagination.

She obeyed, and they spent a few more hours in blissful song and music.

When Celegiel was alone later that night, she turned her mind inwards, feeling her soul. It was still restless, still eager to leave but much less so than before. When had this changed? She saw a face before her inner eye then, heard a beautiful flute tune.

Why was Galion so persevering? He had come every night, even before she had spoken a single word to him.

The next evening, after they had finished another piece in lovely harmony, she asked him about that.

“Your soul was calling to me,” he said, shyly looking down at his hands, rolling the flute back and forth over his palm. “The first time I heard your lyre, and saw you… I felt it.”

His answer surprised Celegiel. “Play something,” she said.

He obeyed, beginning the Song of Nimrodel, a delightful Woodland ballad. While he was occupied, Celegiel relaxed her breath and closed her eyes. Then she reached out to his soul. She found it almost immediately, surrounding him in a warm, rosy aura, homely and safe. It was beautiful.

A wave of tenderness engulfed her, and she felt her own soul settle down, once more finding rest in her heart.

When Galion had finished the song, she touched his hand. “Do you really think I would be allowed another chance?”

“I know it.”

“But I am torn. Ruined. I do not know when… if I could–” She broke off, feeling grief burn in her chest.

He put his other hand on hers, enclosing it. “I shall wait for you until you are ready. And if this never happens, I am happy to stay your friend.” He pressed a soft kiss on the back of her hand, sending a pleasant shiver through her body.

She knew then that she could heal. That this ellon’s warm, patient soul, his music and his love – they had power to mend what was broken.

“Please, sing the Song of Beren and Lúthien.”

As Galion complied, Celegiel lay down, resting her head in his lap, losing herself in those bright eyes. The enchanting melody seeped through her veins, reaching her very heart, restoring it.

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Niphredil the Healer nodded happily from her vantage point below. She had been right to lead the ellon hither that evening; music had a healing power even greater than her own gifts.

The song ended, and she saw Celegiel pull Galion’s face down to a tentative kiss. Niphredil knew for certain then; Celegiel’s voice was back and her lyre would be silent no more. She would live.

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A/N:

This was my first Tolkien one-shot, a spin-off from my long fic Horse Lady of Rohan where Galion is one of the characters. Hugs to @raider-k​ for beta-reading!

#lotr fanfiction #lord of the rings #lotr #galion x oc #hobbit #hobbit fanfiction #hurt/comfort #healing #soulmates #healing music #Galion #Mimi Lind