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the rings of power + references to women in art

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Thranduil's Shadow: Chapter 43

Art Source: Ancalagon the Black by AnatoFinnstark on DeviantArt

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Chapter 43: Ancalagon the Black ~The situation in the caves becomes grave when food is lacking. The war nears its end and the greatest dragon is released, but there is hope and light even in the darkest times.~

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Story Summary: Impulsive and young, Thranduil brings back Aerneth to Doriath as his wife, making his abusive father furious. Through the Ages their hasty marriage is shadowed by war and death, dragons and dark lords, betrayal and kinslayings. How can they ever find healing and love?

– Or, the Silmarillion from Thranduil’s perspective.

Pairing: Thranduil x Canon Wife

Rating: M

Tags: Drama, Romance, Angst with a happy ending, Young Thranduil, Complicated Relationship, Slow Burn, Worldbuilding, 1st Age, Dysfunctional Family, War, Dragons, Canonical Character Death, Married Life, Getting Back Together, Healing, Mutual Pining, Elf Culture & Customs, The Battles of Beleriand, Fandom Blind, Kinslaying, Mirror of Galadriel, Prophetic Visions, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Compliant.

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Minor Character Death, Loss of Parent(s), graphic injuries/blood

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Made for amazing @mithrilandvilya ❤ Thank you so much for your support on Buymeacoffee, it means a lot to me and a huge help in my current situation. I am very very grateful.

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Thranduil's Shadow: Chapter 42

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Chapter 42: Healing ~Oropher must seek refuge and the roles are reversed; neither he, nor Fëanor’s sons are met with friendliness. Thranduil is in dire need of a healer but hesitates to see her.~

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Story Summary: Impulsive and young, Thranduil brings back Aerneth to Doriath as his wife, making his abusive father furious. Through the Ages their hasty marriage is shadowed by war and death, dragons and dark lords, betrayal and kinslayings. How can they ever find healing and love?

– Or, the Silmarillion from Thranduil’s perspective.

Pairing: Thranduil x Canon Wife

Rating: M

Tags: Drama, Romance, Angst with a happy ending, Young Thranduil, Complicated Relationship, Slow Burn, Worldbuilding, 1st Age, Dysfunctional Family, War, Dragons, Canonical Character Death, Married Life, Getting Back Together, Healing, Mutual Pining, Elf Culture & Customs, The Battles of Beleriand, Fandom Blind, Kinslaying, Mirror of Galadriel, Prophetic Visions, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Compliant.

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Minor Character Death, Loss of Parent(s), graphic injuries/blood

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Random Legolas Greenleaf moments: 195/?

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Thranduil’s Shadow: Chapter 41

Art: Thranduil by onisakiakika.

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Chapter 41: Dragon Fire ~It is a long way to safety for the survivors of the dragon attack. When they face the most terrifying foe yet, unexpected help arrives.~

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Story Summary: Impulsive and young, Thranduil brings back Aerneth to Doriath as his wife, making his abusive father furious. Through the Ages their hasty marriage is shadowed by war and death, dragons and dark lords, betrayal and kinslayings. How can they ever find healing and love?

– Or, the Silmarillion from Thranduil’s perspective.

Pairing: Thranduil x Canon Wife

Rating: M

Tags: Drama, Romance, Angst with a happy ending, Young Thranduil, Complicated Relationship, Slow Burn, Worldbuilding, 1st Age, Dysfunctional Family, War, Dragons, Canonical Character Death, Married Life, Getting Back Together, Healing, Mutual Pining, Elf Culture & Customs, The Battles of Beleriand, Fandom Blind, Kinslaying, Mirror of Galadriel, Prophetic Visions, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Compliant.

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Minor Character Death, Loss of Parent(s), graphic injuries/blood

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Random Legolas Greenleaf moments: 193/?

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Father and son.

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Chapter 41: Dragon Fire ~It is a long way to safety for the survivors of the dragon attack. When they face the most terrifying foe yet, unexpected help arrives.~

Thranduil’s Shadow (WiP)

Summary: Impulsive and young, Thranduil brings back Aerneth to Doriath as his wife, making his abusive father furious. Through the Ages their hasty marriage is shadowed by war and death, dragons and dark lords, betrayal and kinslayings. How can they ever find healing and love?

– Or, the Silmarillion from Thranduil’s perspective.

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Pairing: Thranduil x Canon Wife

Rating: M

Tags: Drama, Romance, Angst with a happy ending, Young Thranduil, Complicated Relationship, Slow Burn, Worldbuilding, 1st Age, Dysfunctional Family, War, Dragons, Canonical Character Death, Married Life, Getting Back Together, Healing, Mutual Pining, Elf Culture & Customs, The Battles of Beleriand, Fandom Blind, Kinslaying, Mirror of Galadriel, Prophetic Visions, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Compliant.

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Minor Character Death, Loss of Parent(s), graphic injuries/blood

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Attention Tolkien Writers

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Can I just say how much I enjoy that almost everyone in Lord of the Rings is an adult. Like a grown ass adult. I do realize the hobbits are relatively young for their species, but there’s no chosen one teenagers, they’re not a group of random twenty something’s who also happen to somehow be geniuses, no childlike drama or super honed abilities that have somehow only been developed before high school. Just a bunch of old, weary adults getting shit done, honing their craft after years and years and being badass regardless of age.

Editing for the new folks reblogging: Pippin is the exception this. I mentioned the hobbits are young for their species, with Pippin being the youngest. Still, the main idea is that overall, this isn’t a YA novel with all twenty-something protagonists.

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Just finished yet another marathon of lotr (extended edition of course) and realized that I haven't yet made any lotr fanart! How sad! anyway always loved how much Boromir and Faramir really loved each other. God I wish they could have had more interactions :((((

(hope tumblr fixes the goddamn resolution ughhhhh)

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A Magical Classmate - Part 1

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Rating: T

Chapter Word Count: 1900

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1. The New Student

It was over a month into term and the morning lecture had already started when a strange young man sauntered into the hall, taking a seat among you as naturally as if he owned the place. You were a big class and you would probably not have paid attention to him if not for how out of place he looked, wearing a black suit with a striped tie in green and silver, and with his blond hair combed backwards like a rich Stureplan brat from Stockholm. 

Was he an economics student who lost his way? But even they didn’t look that snobby in this city. Gothenburg was for average people. 

The teacher only gave him a brief look before he continued to write on the whiteboard, and you turned your attention back to the lecture.

In the break, Catrine immediately went over to the newcomer and shook his hand. “Welcome to the class! I’m Catrine.”

She was one of those hyper social persons who knew everybody, and if she didn’t she made sure to get to know them as soon as possible.

He stared blankly at her. “Sorry?”

“Oh, you speak English!”

“How perceptive of you,” he deadpanned.

“That’s super cool! What’s your name and where comes you from?” She was assaulting the language badly, but in her defense she studied chemistry and not English.

“Drake Marley. From America.”

You narrowed your eyes. America? Absolutely not. His accent had made you think of English royalty and BBC reporters, and no Americans you ever heard spoke like that.

“Nice. Why are you in a Swedish university if you’re American?”

“Exchange student.” He glanced at the pile of textbooks in his open briefcase; all of them were written in English. “It’s not necessary for me to understand anything; I already know the required course book by heart. But I thought lectures were mandatory?”

Of course the guy had a briefcase and not a backpack… a snob through and through, it would seem.

“Not at all. Labs are, though.”

“Good to know.” 

“Tell me more about you. Where in America? Why pick chemistry? Do you live in a dorms?”

“I like chemistry.” He was looking at the door as if planning an escape route. Catrine had a rather overwhelmingly inquisitive personality that could take a while to get used to.

“Do you really know all the textbooks by heart?” Martin, your dorm neighbor, cut in. He had been ogling Drake with a starry gaze since he arrived.

You could see why. Drake was tall, wide-shouldered, and he had a nice face. Straight nose, dark eyebrows, chiseled jaw. His eyes were an unusual pale blue color that matched the silver in his tie.

If he hadn’t looked so cocky and upper-class he would have been handsome.

“Do you think I make stuff up?” he scoffed rather arrogantly.

What a jerk! You were convinced he was just bragging; nobody read the textbooks in advance. 

“Then what is the second law of thermodynamics, Mister Know-it-all?” you challenged.

He smirked. “Depends on who you ask. Kelvin? Planck?”

“Kelvin,” you picked at random. A tendril of doubt stirred in you. Why did he look so confident?

A group of students had gathered around you now, clearly curious about the outcome of the confrontation.

“According to Lord Kelvin, ‘a cyclic transformation whose only final result is to transform heat extracted from a source which is at the same temperature throughout into work is impossible,” he quoted.

“Wow!” Martin clapped his hands and was joined by a few bystanders.

That was taken directly from the textbook. You shifted your stance, beginning to feel a bit too hot. So, maybe he had photographic memory then, but he probably just memorized the phrase and didn’t understand what it meant.

“Say that in simpler words.”

“It means entropy always increases – and that means for example that a hot item will become cool, unless you heat it.”

You knew you must be blushing now. ”Okay,” you muttered, defeated. 

“Some are both hot and cool at the same time,” said Martin, eyeing him appreciatively. “I say, you must join us tonight at the dentist students’ pub!”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“Because their pub is the best,” said Catrine. “Cheap drinks, great music. Try it. It’s fun.”

He hesitated. “Maybe.”

The break was over and there was no opportunity to talk for a while, but you had a hard time focusing on the teacher. Who was this genius, British-sounding, American rich guy? Despite the mortification that he beat you, he intrigued you.

You hoped he would come to the pub so you could get to know him better; not because he seemed very likable but because you were so curious. 

Or at least that was what you told yourself.

When you arrived that night, you saw Catrine and Martin with a group of fellow students at a corner table. There was no sign of Drake.

You ordered your usual pear cider and joined them. 

“Do you think he will come?” asked Martin, sipping his rum and coke. He was nicely dressed in jeans and a shirt with the top buttons open to expose part of his tanned chest.

“I don’t think he will,” said Catrine. “He seems like a fancy restaurant kind of person. He probably only drinks champagne.” She wore a simple, comfortable sweater as always, but with her curvy shape and blonde ponytail she tended to attract guys’ eyes anyway. Not Martin’s obviously, he wasn’t into girls. 

Leaning against the wall, you slowly drank your cider, listening with half an ear at the others’ chatter and the catchy music. 

The dentist students’ pub was small, only two rooms, and the chairs and tables simple and not very comfortable, but the DJ was good and made the most of the cheap equipment. He always put together a perfect mix of new songs and old favorites from the eighties and early nineties.

After a while the others around the table went over to the dance floor in the next room, but you were getting drowsy. Instead you closed your eyes and let the music and alcohol relax you after a long day.

You all but jumped when you heard the door open and shut firmly. Drake strolled in with the same confident air as that morning, and just like then he looked slightly out of place. This time he wore an actual dress coat with tails and everything. Did he think he was going to a ball? 

Ignoring everybody in the room, he ambled over to the bar. “Dry martini,” he ordered. 

“What?” asked the bartender, a gangly dentist student with braces on his teeth.

Drake sighed. “Never mind. Do you have whiskey sour?”

He shook his head. “We have vodka…”

“No.” He leaned over to read the short menu. “I’ll have a gin and tonic.”

He paid rather clumsily for the drink, peering at the coins and twenty-crown note like he was unfamiliar with them, but that was of course expected for an exchange student.

When he scanned the tables for a place to sit, you waved awkwardly. “Here!”

”Oh, it’s you.” He looked down his nose at you.

His arrogant look made you feel like it was you who were out of place. You squirmed uncomfortably, crossing a leg over the stain on your jeans and wished you had dressed nicer. 

To your surprise he chose your table anyway, but first he wiped the chair with a green silk handkerchief. Then he sat, elegantly crossing one leg over the other. His trousers had perfect press creases, and his leather shoes looked expensive and were spotlessly polished.

Nobody dressed up like that to a simple student back alley pub! Was he royalty? An English prince in exile? You tried to recall all the members of the royal family you knew but could only think of the queen and Lady Di. The former was too old, the latter dead, and neither of them was a guy anyway.

If Drake noticed your glances he didn’t show it; he paid no attention to you and could just as well have been sitting alone. He was staring blankly into the air with a bored expression, taking long gulps of his drink. Whenever there was a new song on, you noticed him wincing slightly. 

He finished the drink fast and put down the plastic cup with a suffering look; he would probably have preferred a crystal glass with an umbrella.

If he hated the company, music and drinks so much, why did he even stay?

“Another,” he called to the bartender. “Please,” he added, almost as an afterthought.

The bartender poured it, leaving it at the counter. 

“I think you must get it yourself,” you prompted a bit shyly.

With a resigned sigh Drake fetched the cup. He emptied it equally efficiently as the previous one, but if the alcohol affected him it didn’t show. 

You wished the others would come back but they were still dancing. The silence between Drake and you grated on your nerves. 

You couldn’t stand it.

”I’m sorry I doubted you,” you blurted.

He raised one eyebrow. “Okay.”

New silence.

Your mouth continued rambling against your volition, desperate to fill the void. “But I mean, it’s not strange I did, right? Normally people don’t learn these books by heart… I thought you were just bragging. How did you even have time to both read and learn it? You must be very smart.”

Great. Why had you said he was smart? He didn’t need his ego stroked. If only the greasy linoleum floor could suck you into it and take you away now.

His lip turned up ever so slightly and for the first time he was actually looking at you. “I am, yes. A know-it-all, like you said.”

You dropped your gaze. Damn. Must he remember that?

”Uh, sorry about that too.”

”And actually I do have plenty of spare time; that’s why I memorized the book. But only the first half. I was lucky you picked thermodynamics.”

Slowly you looked back at him. He was smiling for real now and no longer looked arrogant at all. 

”What? So if I had asked about something near the end you couldn’t reply?”

”Nope.”

You giggled nervously. ”You asshole.”

”If you say so.” He nodded at your empty cider bottle. ”Want another of those?”

The offer immediately raised him several notches in your eyes. You never said no to a free drink. Plus, he had a charming smile now that he had dropped the superior air.

Or perhaps he had never meant to be superior, and it was just your interpretation because he looked so wealthy. Thinking back, he hadn’t been impolite to anyone, and just the fact he was willing to attend a pub like this was proof he wasn’t putting on airs.

“Why do you sound British?” you asked when he came back with your bottle and a third gin and tonic for himself.

“Oh.” He hesitated. “I have been living in London a lot.”

London! That’s where the queen lived too! You wanted to ask more, but now the other students returned, and soon Catrine took over the questioning like a twenty-first century version of the Spanish Inquisition.

Drake only replied to half of it and clearly grew more and more uncomfortable under the barrage. Not long afterwards he rose to leave, excusing himself with being tired.

You looked long after him as he walked out. Damn Catrine and her curiosity!

But you could understand her, too. There was something highly mysterious about that young man, and you couldn’t wait until you saw him again and had a chance to find out more.

A/N:

Hey all, thanks for reading! This is a completely new fandom for me to write in. Let me know what you think. :)

/Mimi

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Looking for the active Silmarillion fandom! Where are you guys!! Like/Reblog so I can follow!

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Chapter 40: War of Wrath - The great war against Morgoth begins and Aerneth tries to do her part from the colony in the mountains. Thranduil faces his own problems; when the Dark Lord releases his most deadly weapon nobody is safe.

Thranduil’s Shadow (WiP)

Summary: Impulsive and young, Thranduil brings back Aerneth to Doriath as his wife, making his abusive father furious. Through the Ages their hasty marriage is shadowed by war and death, dragons and dark lords, betrayal and kinslayings. How can they ever find healing and love?

– Or, the Silmarillion from Thranduil’s perspective.

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Pairing: Thranduil x Canon Wife

Rating: M

Tags: Drama, Romance, Angst with a happy ending, Young Thranduil, Complicated Relationship, Slow Burn, Worldbuilding, 1st Age, Dysfunctional Family, War, Dragons, Canonical Character Death, Married Life, Getting Back Together, Healing, Mutual Pining, Elf Culture & Customs, The Battles of Beleriand, Fandom Blind, Kinslaying, Mirror of Galadriel, Prophetic Visions, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Compliant.

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Minor Character Death, Loss of Parent(s), graphic injuries/blood

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