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#Estel
nvd94 · 6 months
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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
I love drawing young Aragorn strolling around in Rivendell
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dumblefairy · 3 months
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finally drew my boy estel
etsy link here
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idontcarecarebear · 6 months
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‘He will never love me, I fear; for he bit me, and I was not gentle’
Aragorn saying this about Gollum reminds me of every cat owner including myself.
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aotearoa20 · 4 months
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Aragorn: You brought an entire suitcase full of whiskey?
Legolas: No
Legolas: There's wine in there as well. I'm not a savage
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redandblacktac · 6 months
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Flat color commissions
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camille-lachenille · 9 months
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Aragorn’s elvish name is Estel, high or enduring hope. He’s the personification of hope against all odds in a world slowly falling apart.
Éowyn doesn’t have any estel left in her. She sees hope in the person of Aragorn and tries to catch it, this fleeting glimpse of hope. And when he rejects her, she rides to her death, heart full of despair. Because of this, the Black Breath has a strong hold on her, and Aragorn, estel, brings her from the brink of death.
Faramir too, is under the Black Breath, and he has little reasons to hope. Yet he stil has estel, and he accepts readily Aragorn as his king. He continues to hope when he and Éowyn are almost alone in left behind in Minas Tirith and the world is on the verge of destruction.
And it’s this enduring hope, Faramir’s estel, that Éowyn sees. She accepts his words of comfort because he has estel enough for the two of them and she is beginning to understand for herself, what hope really is. Aragorn was a projection, a personification of everything she didn’t have, but Faramir is her hope.
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symphonyofsilence · 2 years
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Bilbo Baggins doesn't always socialize, but when he does, it's with The King under the Mountain & his royal family, an angel, the de facto High King of the Noldor, The King of the Woodland Realm, The King of Dale, & The King of the Reunited Kingdom.
The guy left his home one (1) time & became the most politically influential person in Middle-earth.
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southaway · 8 months
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A young Aragorn in Lothlorien
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thenerdyalchemist · 2 years
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The sons of Elrond! Elladan, Elrohir and Estel 🙏
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beginnerblueglass · 11 months
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Aragorn’s childhood name being Hope (Estel) is one of my favourite things cause like,
Boromir: “It is long since we had any hope”
Hope: *is standing right in front of him*
Aragorn: “(Arwen) stays because she still has hope.”
Elrond: “She stays for you!”
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grondds-and-roses · 2 years
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Kid Aragorn, running around Rivendell:
Elrond: Let me see what you have there :)
Aragorn: A KNIFE
Elrond, running after him: NO!!
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mirach · 3 months
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"The destruction of Thangorodrim", or some winter fun in Rivendell with Elrond, Glorfindel and little Estel.
(“he said that if I had the cheek to make verses about Eärendil in the house of Elrond, it was my affair.” … sounds like personal experience, right, Aragorn?)
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Plentiful as Sand is Plentiful. LoTR. on ao3.
There was for many years an hourglass upon Elrond’s desk, a tall ivory-and-glass thing from sunken Númenor. 
As a little child Estel liked to turn it and turn it, and would sit for hours upon his foster father’s lap following the mother-of-pearl etchings on the handle with his fingertips and watching the sand shift softly. 
For a time it was too heavy for his small wrists to turn; but Elrond with his keen hearing would know when the last grains came with an end, and knew when to turn it without lifting his eyes from his papers.
 Elrond had given it for him to hold, when he told him the truth of his name: Aragon, son of Arathorn, heir to Isildur’s line and Isildur’s grim failure. 
“Yet also to the courage of his people, and their skill,” Elrond told him. “Your forefather it was who made this time piece as a gift to me. From the glass-rooms of Armenelos it came, the last of Isildur’s works of beauty. It has been of good use to me, and good memory; I give it to you, that you should remember him with gratitude, as well as bitterness.”
“Yet bitter is it what you say to me,” said Estel, who was Aragorn. He was startled still, and yet not surprised entirely; for the blood of kings ran in him, and had at times left an uneasy premonition upon him. 
Still he would have remained been Estel, and no lost kingdom’s wayward heir; least of all in this century, this Age of the world, with an evil reckoning brewing in the distance. 
He turned the hourglass in his hands; a Mannish means of counting time, not to be found in other elvish kingdoms, but common enough in the house of Elrond Peredhel. “Keep it, Master Elrond. I cannot have it as my own, ere I am Isildur’s heir truly. These hurrying moments that are my lifetime shall be a heavy load to carry, I judge, and my course too rough for such a delicate thing.”
“Then keep it I shall, until you wish to reclaim it, or your score of years are run to their course,” said Elrond; and laid upon Estel’s shoulder the heavy comfort of his healer’s hands, which he felt for a time like a yoke as well as a kindness. 
It rested between a tall orchid Celebrían had found once in her expeditions in the wilds of Ennor, a narrow and tall and very orange creature, the last of its kind on these shore - and on the other side was his pile of used quills, which he tended to keep until they were worn through into stumps, too blunt to be sharpened.
He used it little, after that day; but at times Arwen his daughter came, and stood by the chair where Aragorn had sat with bent shoulders to her his name. 
Her fingers, long broideress fingers, touched the waves and leviathans Isildur had carved, with careful deliberation, in the last days of his youth, the dying of his empire. Her eyes grew clouded, then; not with the memory of the past, but her own designs, a future seen with the force of her want. Her own lord of man, his dear face not like any other’s; her own cities crowded with the smell of stone dust and salt.
She left it there, warmed by her skin, and went away from it but for rare and secret visits; but Elrond at times looked heavily upon it, as once he had not. 
That was another Age of the world. There is now an hourglass amidst Tar-Elessar’s instruments - behind the inkwell of Gondorin silver, besides the whittling of an eagle in flight his eldest daughter has wrought him. 
Many gifts have been to him, the king well-returned; but none quite as ancient. Elessar turns it in his hands, when a heavy ruling keeps him at work long into the night; Isildur’s hourglass, grown light with the strength of his manhood, feels always a little terrible to hold.
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idontcarecarebear · 5 months
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“So old that i almost feel young again, as i have not felt since i journeyed with you children” Legolas to Gimili age 139 and Aragorn age 87
Which is me talking to anyone 6 months younger than me.
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aotearoa20 · 2 months
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Legolas and the twins ‘helping’ little Aragorn prepare for his history test
Aragorn : Valar, it's morning already! What am I going to do?
Elrohir: Well, maybe we could start with calming down.
Aragorn: Calm down? I’m still on the Sack of Sirion! We haven't so much looked at the War of Wrath
Legolas: You've got the gist. There was a war, people were mad
Aragorn: Well, I still can't remember which Aduanic ruler names match up with which Quenya ones
Elladan (getting stressed): And whose fault's that? If your lot had just stuck to one naming system it’d be a lot less to remember!
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peregrintook · 2 years
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“I gave Hope to the Dúnedain, I have kept none for myself.“
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