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Chapter Update: Beneath a Boundless Sky

LOTR fanfic | Elrond Centered with Ensemble Cast | hurt/comfort and action/adventure | Part 2 of the And the Stars Shine the Same series

20: Lothlórien

Elladan and Elrohir rest, consult their grandparents, and receive a surprise tool that will come in handy later ;)

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I’ve always thought that while it’s Noldor who pay the most attention to the concept of crafts people specialize in, Sindar do in fact have a field they put a lot of attention to. Not the thing they do for work, not fighting when they need to, just hobbies. They are less extra about that than Noldor and don’t make it their whole personalities, so it may get glossed over but it’s almost always there (not to say that they don’t experiment with new things, they definitely do! They just usually have hobbies they are known for at least among their friends).

One of my oldest headcanons is that Celeborn draws. He sketches people around him with surprising realism, usually capturing the specific events. Thingol is talking way too long at some kind of council meeting? You get a drawing of him gesticulating and Luthien trying not to show how bored she is. Baby Nimloth is trying to eat her father’s hair? That too gets captured on a paper. He often sketches from memory too, especially when he needs to think about something and wants to keep his hands busy.

When Earendil starts his voyages, he gets the whole pile of drawings, most of them featuring Elwing, their sons and the other inhabitants of the Havens, but some showing his other relatives that have already died. When he and Elwing reach Valinor, they bring an equivalent of a photo album with them.

I just want Earendil and Elwing having the pictures of their sons always with them. I want Anaire and Earwen crying over the pictures of their babies. I want Elwing to force Olwe to see the pictures of his family that is dead dead dead now when Teleri are debating if they should let them use the ships.

#celeborn

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the life of Celeborn, in color

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Some more thoughts on the idea that Elrond gets more eldritch as he ages. I'm gonna make another post about this that's more fun Eldritch Peredhel stuff but I felt the need to address some of the implications of this headcanon first.

Like I said, Elrond changes slowly, and most elves don't notice at first. When they do, though, things get interesting.

See, Elrond looks increasingly like Luthien over time. As a child, he had similar facial features, but didn't really resemble her otherwise. But when his hair starts to darken and his eyes turn gray, it becomes clear that he's almost an exact replica of Doriath's princess.

The Sindar find this amazing and wonderful– for a lot of them, their feelings of grief over the loss of Doriath are very connected to the loss of Luthien and Melian (who kept Doriath safe), and "having Luthien back" is great. Of course, this puts Elrond in a very strange position. On one hand, it's nice for him to have elves who encourage him to push the limits of his Ainuric power and tell him stories about his mother's family, who he knows so little about. On the other hand, he can't deny it's a little unsettling sometimes, the way that people can stare right at him and see someone else. He also doesn't like how... possessive some of them seem of him, expecting him to act like his ancestors, even though he's his own person.

It's a little more complicated for the Noldor. Some of them find Elrond's increasingly obvious powers creepy– they're a lot more inclined to be distrustful of the Ainur. But it's worth noting that for all Elrond looks like Luthien, his gray eyes and dark hair also make him look very Noldor, a lot more than he did as a child. And while some of the Noldor are uneasy about Elrond, lots of them see him as one of the finest jewels of the Finwean family– a healer who's dedication to his craft is almost unmatched. They can also be a little bit weird about seeing his ancestors when they look at him, or about expecting him to dress, act, and present himself in a certain way. Especially the old Feanorians, who care deeply about Elrond but do not always express that care in normal ways.

Gil-Galad is a huge help here– he's older than Elrond, but was too young to have any memories of most of the people the other elves compare Elrond to. And he has a very low tolerance for people making his herald uncomfortable. Sometimes he enlists Galadriel and Celeborn (who cared about Elrond for who he was long before he started looking like Luthien) to deal with particularly stubborn elves.

#elrond #gil galad #galadriel #celeborn #eldritch peredhel

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do you ever think about how fucked up some (most) family trees are in the silm (and lotr especially since it's a remnant) like.

finarfin is celeborn's father in law, and elladan, elrohir, and arwen's great-grandfather. the twins who do nothing all day but hunt orcs endangering the royal family (you go kids! die young and/or lose a hand and/or get tortured by orcs and/or by your own kin and/or), can claim that fëanor is their great-great-uncle or something? and wouldn't he be PROUD, and wouldn't he remember that their grandfather is eärendil, and how he's also, somehow, in addition to great-great-uncle, their adopted great-grandfather through his sons?

like. I don't think someone else but elladan, elrohir, and arwen could claim that family tree. fëanor, fingolfin, and finarfin, by either adoption or blood, or both.

and it only gets worse with aragorn and arwen's children, I mean, but I refuse to fry my brain further

#elrond #lotr

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Feanor Walking You Down The Aisle

Request: Hello, Mina darling, can I please request some small headcanons about asking Feänor to walk you down the aisle? The reader is marrying one of his sons (unmentioned) and she has no family in her life to do it, so she asks Feänor? Thank you for considering, darling. - Anon

A/N: This was fun to write! Thanks for requesting this!

◈ Growing up without a stable family in your life left you with no one. Not once had you ever felt welcomed or a part of the community until you met one of the Princes of the Noldor. A son of the Crown Prince Fëanáro fell in love with you without questioning your background at all.

◈ His family did all that they could to make you feel welcome, not to mention his brothers ensuring that you were a victim of all their daily bullying and antics to make you feel even more like family.

◈ His mother pitied and loved you tremendously, wanting nothing more than to take you in immediately. Nerdanel was ecstatic when she learnt of the betrothment news, meaning that you were about to become an official family. However, there was just one issue at hand, a lack of a father to walk you down the aisle and give you away to your husband.

◈ The only stable male figure in your life was your betrothed’s father and you were unsure if he would be willing to walk down the aisle and give you away to his son. Not once were you on the receiving end of his temper or ill-manners a few people had spoken about, so it seemed all well to make the request.

◈ You’re nervous about the request, so you ask your betrothal if he could arrange a brunch or tea for all three of you to meet as the wedding is approaching. There, you sat, appearing like a bag of jitters before Feanor who was confused at your uneasiness.

◈ In the beginning, everything was running smoothly at the behest of your beloved. Aware of your nerves, he took over and got the conversation rolling between him and his father, occasionally including you at certain times appropriate to throw the question out there.

◈ But you’re unable to for the greater part of the conversation. So Feanor interjects, aware that you have something on your mind and requests if he should depart to give you and his son alone time to deal with the matter.

◈ At his thoughtfulness, your words tumbled out your mouth before you even knew it, and there you confessed your wish to have him walk you down the aisle as your father.

◈ On Feanor’s end, he was appalled that you would have considered him so high in your eyes to fulfil that offer. Being seen not only as your father-in-law but as an actual fatherly figure makes him forego considering and directly accepting.   

◈ He ignores the fact that you blurted it out in a vomit of random syllables and removes himself from his chair to usher you into a stance. He is gentle and soft as he celebrates your request with a fatherly embrace and soft words that put him into a chokehold.

◈ “You have brought great joy to me onya. It would be foolish of me to reject your wonderful offer.”

◈ On your big day, any nerves that you had were all washed away by Feanor’s presence at your side as he stood at the end of the aisle bequeathing courage and reassurance that he won’t let you fall or slip up. “It is a father’s job to never let his child fall.”

◈ Your entire wedding ceremony passes in bliss as Feanor takes his time to guide you down the aisle, he even offers his handkerchief to you when you teared up at the altar. During the entire ceremony, he sits patiently with a smile at the memory of walking you down the aisle as his child.

◈ Furthermore, to sink it in that you consider him as a father figure, for the father-daughter dance, you request that he join you on the floor to share that moment with you.

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#feanor x platonic!reader #feanor x daugther!reader #this is so sweet 😭

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Eyes that fire and sword have seen and Erestor please! ✨

Anon, after over two months, I finally wrote a fic in response to your prompt! I hope you enjoy it. ♡ Also on Ao3 here!

Eyes That Fire and Sword Have Seen (1k, Glorestor)

“Elrond!”

Glancing up from his paperwork, the Lord of Imladris found the captain of the guard suddenly in his office, looking concerned. Honestly, Elrond had expected this moment, and he was surprised that Glorfindel hadn’t come by earlier. He gestured for the other Elf to sit down, but Glorfindel shook his head, blond curls whirling around his shoulders.

“It’s urgent,” Glorfindel said. “Erestor has been in his room with the door locked all day.”

At that, Elrond sighed. He did not have to guess at why. Last night, a traveling Elf had recognized Erestor as one of Fëanor’s former followers. Needless to say, the ensuing conversation had not gone well. Erestor had fled, and since then, he’d apparently been in his room, unwilling to come out.

“Can you blame him?” Elrond asked.

“No, but he can’t sit in there forever. He hasn’t had breakfast or lunch. And I’m sure there’s work he wants to get done instead of ruminating.”

Elrond smiled. The captain of Imladris was always so concerned about his chief counselor. If he didn’t know better, he would have said that Erestor and Glorfindel were courting – but Elrond knew better. Those two could dance around each other for a century without either of them making a real move.

“Have you tried talking to him?”

“Unsuccessfully. I don’t think he wants to talk to me.”

Of course. Elrond doubted that Glorfindel had known about Erestor’s past until last night; it was a topic that the counselor rarely discussed. Elrond was only privy to that information as Lord of the Valley, and as someone with a personal connection to the Fëanorians. Erestor and Glorfindel were close friends, but the chief counselor had never wanted the reborn Elf to know about such things.

“Eyes that fire and sword have seen are ever on guard.”

“Elrond...”

“Don't give up,” he urged Glorfindel. “Just take what I said to heart. And keep being yourself."

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Deep breath, Glorfindel told himself, before knocking on Erestor’s door. He tried to make the knock sound as friendly as possible, but to no avail.

“Go away,” Erestor called. Although the counselor appeared to be sulking, his tone had lost none of its sharpness.

“It’s Glorfindel.”

“Oh,” came a voice, smaller than before. “Definitely go away, then.”

“Come on,” Glorfindel pleaded. “I just want to talk to you. Look, Erestor, you shouldn’t–“ he caught himself, knowing that Erestor loathed being told what to do when he was in a bad mood. “The opinion of some random elf doesn’t matter. So what if he made a fuss about you being a–“

Suddenly, the door opened, and Erestor flung out a hand to grab the collar of Glorfindel’s tunic and pull him inside.

“Don’t talk about it in public, Glorfindel,” he hissed, slamming the door behind them. “For Eru’s sake.”

Glorfindel blushed. He straightened his collar, fingers brushing against the spot where Erestor’s touch had been.

“I thought you Fëanorians had a messy relationship with Eru.”

Erestor gave him a look that made sweet, sunflower-like Glorfindel feel as though he would wither on the spot.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Erestor murmured, yet he was playing with the edge of his shirt sleeve in that way that signaled to Glorfindel that no, he wasn’t fine.

Glorfindel ventured a smile and took a step toward him.

“I just don’t like seeing you like this.”

“What do you expect, Glorfindel?” Erestor scoffed. “They called me a kinslayer to my face. And before you state the obvious, yes, it’s true; I’m certainly aware. That still doesn’t mean I’d like to be reminded of it. I do not feel proud of that time in my life.”

Glorfindel nodded. Then an idea took hold inside his head, and he beamed.

“Well, instead of wallowing in unpleasant memories, let’s go for a stroll through the gardens.”

“What?” Erestor asked flatly.

“Let’s go for a walk!”

“I don’t want to appear in public right now–“

“Come on!”

“Glorfindel, I swear–��

“Fëanorians are banned from swearing!”

****

In the end, after much protest from Erestor, they went for a walk. Glorfindel insisted on putting his arm around Erestor’s, which initially annoyed the counselor, but he relented. In the end, Erestor could not object to being close to Glorfindel. While the captain spoke at length about all of the beautiful flowers in the garden, many of which he’d planted himself during his spare time, Erestor stayed quiet.

“And these daffodils really took off this year. I’m delighted. Last year, they were kind of… I don’t know, droopy? Like Lindir’s face after someone insults his lute playing.”

“Glorfindel,” Erestor began, stopping in front of a bench. He kept his gaze fixed firmly on a rose to his right, not meeting the captain’s eyes. “Why are you trying so hard to cheer me up?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Erestor hesitated. He sat down on the bench, and Glorfindel followed suit. His mind was still racing with thoughts of last night. Of the Elf that had spat in his face and hissed, Kinslayer. Which, understandably, brought… Other thoughts to mind, of staring down at his blood-soaked hands and not being able to recognize them.

“I suppose I’m not used to–” Someone looking at me like I’m Arien shining in the sky, his mind supplied, but he didn’t voice the words.

“You are dear to me,” Glorfindel said, “As you are.” It was so honest and open, Erestor felt himself holding back tears.

“You’re going to make an old Elda cry,” Erestor said, managing a laugh instead.

“Oh, come on. You’re not that old.” Glorfindel reached for Erestor’s hand and pressed a small kiss to the inside of his palm. “I would very much prefer to hear you laugh again.”

At that, Erestor’s small smile widened. For a long time, he had thought that he’d followed Fëanor to a place past the point of no return. It was only after living in Imladris that Erestor realized there was a place beyond that one: somewhere he could call home. And Glorfindel was essential to it all.

“Spend more time in my company, and maybe you will.”

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And if Elrond, admiring the gardens from his balcony, happened to see his chief counselor and captain share a kiss, then he simply grinned and said nothing.

#glorfindel #erestor #elrond

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Elrond Peredhel; in Imladris

Elrond Peredhel, in the Second age, in the newly established Imladris which stood finished in S.A. 1700 Of the Sun (1697-1700)

#elrond #tolkien art #the hobbit #lord of the rings

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🟥 Maedhros 🟥

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#Maitimo #maedhros #noldor #tolkien

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I loved both of your new updates, with the Hobbit characters and Fellowship reacting to you calling them pretty. How do you imagine the elves replying when you call them pretty? Such as Lindir, Arwen, Haldir, Elrond and Figwit?

Lindir and Figwit are one and the same, that’s why there's only one :) here’s how I think it would go:

The Elves’ Reaction to You Calling Them Pretty

Gets sappy: Arwen, Lindir, Legolas

Shock: Elrond, Haldir, Feren

No you: Galadriel, Thranduil

Slowly, widely grinning, Arwen’s gaze falls from yours slightly, only to slide back. “You flatter me,” she says, voice lowering to a near-whisper as she steps closer, “especially for one who knows my heart is in your hands.” Flustered is the only word you could use to describe the look that crosses Lindir’s face, especially as you reach over to tuck a strand of his long dark hair behind his ear. A smile creeps across it, oh yes, but what can he do besides respond that no word that he knows can begin his description, no song he could write, would do you justice half as proper as he should like. Legolas bursts into a big, bashful smile before you even finish your sentence, reaching to take your hand and hold it against his chest. At first he says nothing, his dark eyes simply swimming in yours before he speaks. "I know not what I did to deserve such a love as you have given me, but I hope I do it again and again."

Taken aback, Elrond nearly leans away from your touch before seemingly thinking better of it, pale skin of his cheek resuming contact with your palm and bringing a rush of warmth with it. "You see beauty in the strangest of places," he chuckles, "in all things and every face you look upon. If only all of Middle-Earth could see as you do." And with that, his lips are on yours. Haldir tilts his head in- confusion? before his eyes are searching the gaze upon them, finding nothing but sincerity swimming in the beautiful color of your eyes. A smile breaks across his face, small but deeply affectionate, as he shakes his golden head. "I know not what to say beyond thanking the Valar for the gift of your love." You almost burst into a laugh at the way Feren's big brown eyes widen, turning like saucers as if you'd shifted to some unheard tongue mid-sentence. "Yes, you," you reiterate, reaching up to caress his face, the gorgeous arch of his cheekbone, "do I not make it apparent enough all the beauty I see in you?" Flushing, Feren simply shakes his head and leans into your touch before thinking better of it, turning instead to take your hand and press a kiss to the back of it. "Not at all. I was simply thinking of all the ways I should be returning the favor."

Amusement plays upon Galadriel's lips, loving glow overtaking her at your compliment, tinging her cheeks and glittering in her fair blue eyes. “Would that you could see through my eyes, meleth nîn,” she chuckles, reaching up to trace a pale hand along your hair, down the rise of your cheekbone, and to gently brush your lips with her thumb. Each motion a silent affirmation that has your heart singing as you grant her the kiss she asks for. “Well, aren’t you charming?” Thranduil teases, but all you can see in his eyes is pure, brimming love. “These are not your words, love, but mine.” His smile is wide, welcoming as the arms that pull you against the king’s back, elegant lips pecking your neck, then your cheek. “Your sincerity is a gift to this world, though. You say what you think whether it is what I wish or not. I suppose we can say I got lucky this time, did I not? As I do every day I have you by my side.”

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#lindir #arwen #legolas #elrond #haldir #feren #galadriel #thranduil

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Celebrimbor with forearm crutches

#celebrimbor

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some Extremely Soft Glorfindel headcanons:

He would be the best boyfriend 11/10

And he'd be so good if you were feeling sad or stressed or upset?? Like ultimate comfort champ. Would definitely be sweet and gentle and would talk it out if you wanted but is equally ok with holding you until you feel better if you don't wanna get into it.

A+ kisser would not just immediately go for maximum tongue like the guys I've been on dates with Would probably cup your face to keep it tilted up toward him or would have one arm around your waist and one hand on the back of your neck, keeping you close. Soft and intense kisses.

Sometimes sweet and playful ones too, on your cheeks or forehead or hands or nose.

Loveeeees hugs and is very good at them. They are solid and warm without feeling like you're being crushed.

Likes when you braid is hair or just having his hair played with in general. Run your fingers through it, braid it, just sit there and pet it, he likes it all. Just please don't pull.

He's always a bit warm and it makes him very nice to sleep next to. The fact that he glows a little bit? Less so, but you get used to it.

Will usually let you lay all over him, but sometimes wants to be held too and will lay with his head on your chest or shoulder. He looks extremely content like this.

Likes hugging you from behind and kissing your shoulder.

Will leave you flowers if he has to be away for a while, little yellow ones of course. They are often accompanied by a sweet note.

Freaks the fuck out if you get sick or hurt but tries to hide that he's freaking out. Gets a little overbearing trying to take care of you and you eventually have to tell him to sit down and stop worrying and just let you cuddle with him because that will make you feel better and he relents and lets you, but he's still kind of worrying about you anyway. You can still tell, but you don't mention it. At least he's still now and not running around bringing you every medicine or remedy he can get his hands on.

Smells v nice. Warm, cozy scent most of the time. Like sunshine and leather and just a little hint of vanilla or something.

He'd probably be all about holding your hand or just playing with your hands if you're lazing around because his hands are much bigger and he likes how small yours are in comparison.

#glorfindel x reader #glorfindel headcanons

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Elrond Week

Hello all Middle-Earth fans! I've been thinking about an idea for a while now, and I've just decided to throw it out there and see if it sticks:

Would anyone be interested in a week-long fandom event centered around Elrond Peredhel? His life is so long, and so rich, that I think there is a well of potential there worth exploring and celebrating!

I don't really know how to organize an event, so it might take me some time to figure out how it works (any help and advice would be much appreciated)! I do really like this idea and I hope that I can make it a reality in the future if any of you would want to participate and support it!

#this would be AWESOME

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Glorfindel! My love! Just because I am on my period does not mean you must carry me everywhere! No I do not need to lay in bed all day!

“So don’t carry you around? Leave you alone? Give you space? Go away? That is what you want me to do?” he whines as he slowly and dramatically walks out of your room, pausing every second to turn around and sigh with fake tears in his eyes. “I’m leaving now. I’m walking out the door. Farewell.”

#glorfindel #♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {glorfindel}

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1. Normal Námo 2. Námo without his cloak 3. Local doomsman and weaver still madly in love with each other, even after ages of marriage

#namo #vaire #tolkien

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Commission for @namo-the-plague-doctor of Namo and a ghostly Fëanor!

#namo #feanor #tolkien