#Elfwine

[essenceofarda]

if "To Be Loved" was a cartoon Saloon movie heh 🥰

Spoilers i guess??? Cause of little Elfwine... this is also a scene from the fic itself... takes place in the chapters leading up to the climax of Part 1 of the fic,, before, y'know... the ~Great Tragedy~ strikes 😳😬

#eothiriel #eomer x lothiriel #eomer eadig #lothiriel of dol Amroth #elfwine #lotr #lord of the rings #tolkien fanart #lotr fanart #i don't usually draw in such a stylized exaggerated style but it was fun :) #also YES the great tragedy... let's just say halfway through the fic uhhh VERY tragic things happen #i'll leave it at that lol

[themoonlily]

I have a headcanon that Elfwine, Eldarion and Elboron (and their sisters too) are all rotated in a kind of foster-parenting ring between their aunts and uncles (and yes, Aragorn and Arwen ARE considered uncle and aunt to Éomer&Lothíriel and Éowyn&Faramir's children because Imrahil is Dad to them all and also because Éomer and Aragorn take turns in who is the Big Brother today) to the point where they are not really "my kids" but "our kids".

#Éomer #Eomer #Lothíriel #Elfwine #Aragorn #Arwen #Eldarion #Imrahil #Éowyn #Faramir #Elboron #headcanon

[vorbarrsultana]

And Gandalf said: “This is your realm, and the heart of the greater realm that shall be. The Third Age of the world is ended, and the new age is begun; and it is your task to order its beginning and to preserve what may be preserved. For though much has been saved, much must now pass away; and the power of the Three Rings also is ended. And all the lands that you see, and those that lie round about them, shall be dwellings of Men. For the time comes of the Dominion of Men, and the Elder Kindred shall fade or depart.”

— ELDARION TELCONTAR was the only son and heir of Aragorn and Arwen, and the second High King of the Reunited Kingdom of Gondor and Arnor.

— ELFWINE THE FAIR was the son of Éomer and Lothíriel of Dol Amroth, and the second King of the Third Line of Rohan.

— ELBORON was the son of Faramir and Éowyn, the Steward of Gondor and the second Prince of Ithilien.

#tolkien #tolkienedit #lotr #lotredit #eldarion #elfwine #elboron #* #*gif #oneringnet #tolkiensource #i hate the way coloring turned out #but i will post that one anyway because i adore the 4th age el squad

[velvet4510]

Clarification: how many do you THINK they had? Elfwine is the only one named, but we don’t have a full family tree to confirm he’s the only one…

#eomer #lothiriel #elfwine #lotr #jrr tolkien #lotr books #lord of the rings #lotr theories #lotr poll

[tathrin]

Oh look it's time for Whumptober, isn't it? This will be my first time participating in something like this, I think, and I'm very excited!

This first entry is for the prompts swooning and safety net, and is a story of Legolas and Gimli in the years after the War of the Ring. The first chapter follows below, or you can read it on AO3 here.

Will The Waves Carry Me Away?

Thirty-five years, and Gimli still disliked riding horseback. The long years of experience showed in the comparative nimbleness of his dismount from the back of Elfwine's saddle, at least; they also showed in the variety of complaints that he grumbled on his way down off the back of the feisty beast.

"And here I thought you liked the spirited ones best, Lord Gimli!" Éowyn laughed at him as she walked forward, arms already opening for her nephew. Elfwine swung down from the back of his steed as easily as one might rise from a low bench, and Gimli scowled at both fair-haired humans as they exchanged fond embraces and merry greetings. He rubbed his knees and straightened up, back crackling in its own complaints.

"I like my own two feet best, Lady," Gimli retorted, although his frown could not hold-out long in the face of Éowyn's smile. "But if you are referring to a certain horse of note—well, Arod was a special case, and one that I fear none of these sacks of bones can or will ever match."

Éowyn laughed again as Elfwine and the rest of the riders protested this slight on their noble steeds. Gimli waved their outrage away. "Peace, peace! I am grateful for the ride, as ever. I will be more grateful once my bones stop bouncing, and my rump does not feel quite so beleaguered."

Gimli saw Elfwine open his mouth, the words of a no-doubt lewd comment already trembling on his lips, and then his ruddy cheeks paled and he went silent with a sort of gulping bullfrog noise of distress.

"Remembered that your aunt's in hearing distance, have you lad?" Gimli murmured, and Elfwine's cheeks turned tomato red as Éowyn howled with laughter.

"Ah yes," said Éowyn drily. "Because I certainly cannot fathom what sort of jest you would have made in response to the Lord Gimli making such a comment before his reunion with the Lord Legolas," she teased her poor blushing nephew while the rest of the Riders laughed at their unfortunate prince's misery. Éowyn shook her head, then caught Gimli's eye and nodded towards the sprawling complex behind them—half old stone restored, half fresh wood to fill the gaps in the former ruins—and said, "Go on, Lord Gimli; we can see to stabling the horses and unpacking the carts. Lord Legolas has been waiting for you since he spied the first traces of your group's travel at dawn. Indeed," she added with a frown, "I am surprised that he was not here to greet you before me…"

"Ah, no doubt he has since been distracted by a songbird or some other such frippery," Gimli sighed affectionately. He smiled at Éowyn and gave her a heartfelt bow. "It is good to see you again, Lady."

"And you as well, my friend," said Éowyn, "but we will speak at supper; there is, as usual, a feast of welcome prepared for you all. Until then, my lord."

Gimli nodded to them all and pretended that he did not see the knowing smirks or winking gestures of the Riders as he made his perfunctory farewells and hurried to the Citadel of Emyn Arnen. The guards at the gates nodded to him without making any attempts to hide their grins; Gimli held his head high and pretended not to see those, either.

Like dismounting, his feigned ignorance was a skill he had accrued a great deal of practice in over the years. His dwarves were no better when Legolas made his visits to Aglarond, and as for the elves of Ithilien—well, the less said about that, the better. Gimli would count himself fortunate if he could put off enduring their merry looks and coy observations until supper, and be glad of it.

He was still half-grumbling and half-chuckling over thoughts of their nonsense when he finally reached the high floor where he and Legolas kept their rooms during their shared seasons in Ithilien. Technically they were Legolas's rooms all year long, but he rarely used them unless Gimli was in Ithilien, preferring otherwise to dwell among the trees like most of his fellow Wood-elves. Gimli had developed a great deal of appreciation for trees over the three decades since Sauron's fall, but he still wasn't going to sleep in one.

(The climb up all those stairs usually felt much shorter, because usually he was absorbed in conversation with Legolas while he was climbing them. It was strange, now, to do it alone; he could not recall ever arriving in Ithilien without Legolas flitting immediately to his side. Whatever songbird had stolen Legolas's attention today, it must be a truly enthralling one.)

He pushed the door to their chambers open and pulled his satchel off his shoulder, hanging it and his axe on the lower sets of pegs beside the door. A glance above told him that Legolas was almost certainly within somewhere, for the Bow of the Galadhrim and his quiver of arrows were hanging in their customary place. Gimli kicked his boots off and propped them neatly below the weapons, then padded inside on stockinged feet to find his elf.

It was surprising that Legolas had not already bounded forward to greet him, having surely heard his entrance; as surprising as his absence at their initial arrival. With his keen eyes and swift feet, Legolas was usually the first to run to meet any riders, especially ones he would have been awaiting as eagerly as Elfwine's company today. Gimli hoped that there was no trouble distracting him—a sick tree, or an injury to one of his elves, perhaps.

Ithilien was a peaceful place these days, growing rich and green as the Shadow that had long lain over the lands like a poison or a curse dwindled a little more into memory each year; but it was a place like any other, subject to the same ills or mischances that one might find anywhere in Middle-earth. Gimli certainly was not selfish enough that he would feel slighted if Legolas had to attend to something of the sort, but it would be disappointing for their reunion to be marred by such a thing. It had been nearly a month since they last saw each other, Legolas having returned to help his people with the spring planting as soon as the weather warmed as he did after every cozy winter in Aglarond, and Gimli missed him dearly.

Now they should be together, but Gimli could find no sign of Legolas. He walked through their rooms, bewildered by their emptiness. Legolas was such a vibrant presence, usually: all movement and joy and light and laughter, like a songbird himself. It did not seem possible for these rooms to feel so empty when he should have been so near.

Perhaps there was some problem out in the forests to which he was attending—but then why was his bow hanging beside the door? Ithilien was a land at peace, yes; but it was a wild place still, in many ways, and Legolas was in even more ways an elf of Mirkwood still. His people did not walk the woods unarmed. Which meant he had to be in the citadel, at least; but if so, why had he not come out to greet Gimli?

Worry was steadily replacing the merry anticipation in Gimli's heart.

He peered into their bedroom, into the washroom, into the little workroom where he kept tools for gem-cutting and wire-shaping; even checked inside the wardrobe, as though Legolas might be curled up inside like a cat nesting in their pile of winter cloaks. Eventually he made his way out to the balcony, and there—

There, Gimli's heart stopped.

He stared at the crumpled body on the stones, long limbs splayed limp and boneless beneath a pool of golden hair, unmoving; unmoving; unmoving…

Gimli lurched into motion, his own breath catching raw in his chest like a scream as he stumbled forward and dropped to his knees at Legolas's side. "Legolas—Legolas!" He nearly choked on the word, on his own heart, as he clutched at the motionless elf. "Legolas, my love, what—! Please—!"

Breath, so faint that Gimli could barely feel it over the thunder of his own pulse, stirred Legolas's narrow chest. The relief of the slow rise and fall of his ribcage twisted in Gimli's own heart like a knife and he sobbed with it. "Legolas! Please!" he cried again, but the elf did not move; did not so much as twitch.

Hands trembling, Gimli searched him carefully for injury, but he could find no blood; no broken bones. He turned Legolas over carefully—and again he froze, staring numb with horror at the sight before him.

Legolas's eyes were closed.

Gimli could not have said later for how many breaths he simply sat there, staring, rapt with shock and horror. Three? Ten? Three hundred? It might have been a moment; it might have been an hour. Finally he came back to himself with a ragged cry and gathered his elf up into his arms.

Legolas lolled, long-limbed and listless as an empty corpse. Gimli arranged the lanky elf as carefully as he could, head tucked down against Gimli's shoulder so that it would not strain his neck; hands folded in against his chest so that they would not slip loose and drag; knees hitched up high over Gimli's arm so that his long brown toes would not scrape the floor.

He pushed to his feet, shaking not with the effort—Legolas generally weighed so little that Gimli teased him often about hollow elvish bones, as though he were one of his swift songbirds—but rather with the tight grip of fear that had latched around his heart like ragged claws. He stumbled for the door, trying to suck air into his lungs past the terror that closed his throat; trying to get breath enough to shout for aid.

Trying to watch the reassuring sight of his beard stirring under the soft flutter of Legolas's breath without dwelling on the horror of those flat, closed eyes.

"Help!" Gimli finally managed to rasp as he shouldered his way out into the hallways. "Éowyn, lady—help!"

[to be continued]

#whumptober2023 #no.1 #safety net #swooning #lotr #fanfiction #lotr fanfiction #gimleaf #gimli #legolas #sea longing #my writing #eowyn #elfwine

[frodo-with-glasses]

If Eomer doesn’t spend the rest of his kingship playing polo and becoming the best juggler in Rohan then what is even the point??

#eomer #eomer of rohan #eldarion #elboron #elfwine #lord of the rings #lotr #my art #fig tree au #the boys here—in case you don’t recognize the names—are: #aragorn and arwen’s son #faramir and eowyn’s son #and eomer’s son #first person to identify all of them by that information alone gets a cookie! 🍪

[absynthe--minded]

Eldarion of Gondor // Elfwine of Rohan // Elboron of Ithilien

the kings and princes of Men in the south of Middle-Earth

#lord of the rings #tolkien #eldarion #elfwine #elboron #tolkien moodboard #absynthe's graphics #silm fancast

[dalleyan]

Elfwine Chronicles (new LoTR stories, Pedagogy posted, 3-20-24)

Elfwine requests training from his father  (Family)

(Dec, 6 IV)

The door to Eomer's study nudged slowly open, and he glanced up when it gave a creak.  For a moment, he saw nothing.  Then, as he lowered his gaze, a tiny figure entered and trotted over to stand beside his chair.  Laying down the papers he had been reading, he looked down at his son, Elfwine, who was leaning on the chair.  The boy's attention was not focused on his father, however, but on the contents of Eomer's desk.  Patiently, Eomer waited to see what had inspired this visit and, at length, Elfwine peeked up over the chair’s arm to ask, “What are you doing, Papa?”

Eomer's brow creased at the curious question, but answered, “I am working.  I have papers I must read and then respond to in some fashion.”

Elfwine fell silent, fidgeting slightly in place until his father gently urged, “Why?”

The boy raised his eyes, brushed his long blond hair back from his face, and entreated, “Will you teach me?”

continue reading on AO3:

               (https://archiveofourown.org/works/54044257/chapters/138392500)

#eomer #lothiriel #lord of the rings #elfwine chronicles #lotr #elfwine

[colinnoahmayhare]

WIPs game

tagged by @camille-lachenille

So, as I have been tagged, so shall I play! 🙃 Life has a way of getting in the way of my writing. It's not exactly writer's block. It's more like ... very crusty procrastination, I think. At least one of those stories is definitely IN PROGRESS. The others are either on pause or still in the conception phase.

But yeah, here it is. Bon appetit, bitches:

The Day the Horse-Lord wed the Lady of the Seas (Éomer & Lothíriel)

The Pirate Prince and the Fishmonger's Daughter (Amrothos & OFC)

The Shield-maiden and her Ranger (Éowyn & Faramir)

The Tale of the Seahorse (that's Fourth Age stuff that would be too spoilery for my main fic, so I can't disclose anything really!)

Shadows cast by Light (Elfwine the Fair mixed with a crime thriller idea for the Fourth Age that Tolkien discarded!)

The Golden Son (Elboron of Ithilien)

And I tag ... @demonscantgothere

#LOTR forever #eomer x lothiriel #eowyn x faramir #amrothos #elfwine #elboron #ask game #wip game #my writing stuff #my wips

[lesbiansforboromir]

thought if anyone would know the answer to this, you might

anyways back in like middle school me and my friend were looking through the appendices of return of the king and we found out eomer named his son 'elfwine' and we thought that was the funniest thing (like the 'your sister is named rose cause ur mother loved roses' jokes)

long story short, 'elfwine' ended up becoming like, my online name pretty much everywhere but tumblr because its usually not taken and is unique enough to be like a Thing

so long story short. is it literally just pronounced 'elf-wine' or is it like 'el-fwee-nay' or something fancy did eomer literally name his son after his fav wine

This is very funny and sweet of you but I do feel I have to inform you that the etymology of Elfwine's name is on his wiki page 😂 It actually means 'elf-friend' so you could actually say that; 'I named you elfwine for the most beautiful woman I know' 'my mother?' 'no the queen of Gondor'

As for the pronounciation, it's old english! So it'd be something like 'elf-win-uh'.

Sorry to tell you you've been calling yourself elf friend all this time :(

#chats #elfwine #kvothe-kingkiller

[themoonlily]

Firefoot with everyone else: chooses violence every day

Firefoot with Éomer, Lothíriel and Elfwine: the goofiest horse that ever existed

#Firefoot #Éomer #Eomer #Lothíriel #Lothiriel #Elfwine #House of Eorl #Eorlingas #Rohirrim #Gondor #headcanon #Tolkien #Lord of the Rings

[marblecarved]

sleepily thinking grandma théodwyn thoughts,

#tbd. #and they are all focused on one thing #théodwyn singing to elfwine and elboron #just as she used to do with éowyn and éomer

[velvet4510]

By “first Queen,” I mean the first Queen regnant.

#lotr #jrr tolkien #lotr books #lord of the rings #tolkien legendarium #rohan #rohirrim #eomer #elfwine #fourth age #eomer of rohan #king of rohan #lotr poll #lotr theories

[swordoaths]

@starsspin spoke: i didn't even realize i was bleeding. for eomer from elfwine

Slipping a foot from his stirrup, Éomer King swung from the saddle and landed a father. Peeling his helmet off, he strode toward his son, eyes ablaze with the sickening fear that he had felt many times before. His horse joined Elfwine's, together shielding the King of the Mark and their future King.

Though it was true that the darkest of days were long ago--- long before his son had sung the wailing cries of a newborn-- it did not mean evil was entirely defeated. And so it was that Éomer King had fulfilled the Oath this day, and the Rohirrim answered the call to aid. And so it would be that the White Horse upon Green would remain flying in the wind. But victory came at the price of the wounded.

Éomer knelt down beside Elfwine, and having caught sight of the wound, immediately set to work ripping at the hem of his cloak. "Lie still," he murmured. "I must wrap this until we can get you to the healers."

'I didn't even realize I was bleeding.'

He paused for only a moment before he began to wrap his wound. Elfwine's words evoked memories of kin whom he met only in the songs Éomer sung to him. Éomund, who defended the Free People and the land they loved. Théodwyn, who held on longer than the strongest of hearts... all for her children. Théodred, who, when all seemed bleak, rode out to keep the darkness at bay. Théoden, who answered the call to defend not only the Mark, but all Men--- departing this world only after naming who would take his place.

And you, their memory all seemed to say. And now, your son. It is how the Free People remain--- each generation a chorus that repeats the tale of folk who look after one another, though sometimes at the price of the one's own well-being.

"Because you were looking to the safety of others before considering your own." Finishing the wrapping, Éomer lifted a hand to cup Elfwine's face. His eyes were softer then--- full of a knowing that he was coming to his own, even if it meant Éomer would once again feel the lurching of his heart. "Tell me, can you stand?"

#starsspin #starsspin / elfwine #&. éomer interactions #thank you for this! #set this vaguely at some point in the fourth age whereupon elfwine might join eomer in battle #also kept the wound vague so you could take it where you wish! #hope this works!

[myrtaceaae]

Tbh I think if a character has a speaking role in lotr/the Hobbit, it should not be considered obscure.

#about me #yes I'm vaguing about it I'm sorry but it's been inside of me sonce i saw the list. like some of them .... full scenes delivering important #information and decently fleshed characters in the main books are not obscure #esp ------. who has a critical role #i will call silm borderline obscure but again. some pretty major characters are in the poll #glad to see elfwine in there though. should submitted meril i terinque i think #tolkien

[starsspin-a]

but a tiny eilfwine trying to pick up his father’s sword

#the way elfwine looks up to eomer i cry #II elfwine II general