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the-dwelf-ao3 · a day ago
Cinnamon rolls Fellowship edition
Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you: Sam
Looks like a gourmet cinnamon roll but could actually kill you: Legolas
Looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll: Gimli
Looks like a cinnamon roll and is also a cinnamon roll: Frodo
Looks like he could kill you and he could indeed kill you: Boromir
Looks like he might kill someone with a cinnamon roll: Aragorn
Has accidentally smoked cinnamon and that has almost killed him: Gandalf
Ate the cinnamon roll: Pippin
Scolded Pippin for eating the cinnamon roll but has secretly eaten two: Merry
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leavespics · a day ago
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Inspiration comes from the sculpture in Rivendell. It could be any mother and her twin kids in the middle earth.
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warrioreowynofrohan · 2 days ago
Today in Tolkien - October 25th
The Council of Elrond
It’s easy to lose track of who’s talking in a lot of the conversations, because so much of the chapter is big pieces of exposition, so I’m going to try to organize it in my head. For minor elf characters we have:
Beside Glorfindel there were several other counsellors of Elrond’s household, of whom Erestor was the chief; and with him was Galdor, an elf from the Grey Havens who had come on an errand from Círdan the Shipwright.
1) Gloín describes the messages the dwarves have had from Mordor seeking information on hobbits, and “a little ring, the least of rings”, with dwarven rings of power offered in exchange.
2) Elrond recounts the history of the Rings of Power, of Númenor, and of the Last Alliance. The information that Isildur took the Ring after the defeat of Sauron is news to Boromir; it is not known in Gondor (despite the fact that Isildur’s account of taking it is in the records of Minas Tirith - Gandalf found it there, but in a language that few now know). Elrond tells in brief of the history of Arnor and Gondor.
3) Boromir tells of his dream, and the needs of Minas Tirith. Aragorn shows the Shards of Narsil, and Elrond identifies Aragorn as the descendent of Isildur. Frodo shows the Ring. Aragorn asks whether Boromir wishes for the House of Elendil to return to Gondor. Boromir is skeptical about Aragorn and the sword’s identity. Bilbo gets annoyed and recites his All that is gold does not glitter poem. Aragorn is not offended by Boromir’s skepticism, and elaborates on himself, and points out that people other than Gondor, the rangers included, are fighting against evil in the world, and Gondor is only playing one of many parts. He commits to coming to Minas Tirith.
4) Boromir questions how they know that Frodo’s Ring is the One Ring, and if so, how he got it. Bilbo and Frodo give their accounts.
5) Frodo and Galdor ask about what’s been up with Gandalf, and Galdor asks for further evidence of the Ring’s identity, and for news of Saruman. Gandalf tells of his investigations into the Ring - including his finding of Isildur’s scroll in Minas Tirith (in records that few now can read, even of the lore-masters, for their scripts and tongues have become dark to later men - probably Quenya?), likely unread by, in Gandalf’s estimation, anyone but Saruman and Gandalf. Right after this discovery, he learned that Aragorn had captured Gollum, and Gandalf interrogated Gollum and learned of how he obtained the Ring. Gandalf also tells of the inscription on the Ring that he read, and also of his certainty that Gollum had been captured by Sauron.
6) Legolas tells of Gollum’s escape.
7) Gandalf tells of Saruman’s betrayal, and of captivity in Isengard.
8) Upon Gandalf’s mention of being in Rohan, that land is discussed. Gwaihir told Gandalf they pay a tribute of horses to Mordor; Boromir disputes this (though Aragorn is willling to believe it). [We later learn that Boromir is right - Mordor raids Rohan for horses, but they do not send them willingly.]
9) Gandalf continues his account with his return to the North, his conversations with Gaffer Gamgee and Butterbur, and his encounters with Black Riders and arrival in Rivendell.
10) The remainder of the chapter is the conversation about what to do next. Erestor suggests sending it to Bombadil; Gandalf, Glorfindel, and Galdor counter with why that wouldn’t work. Glorfindel suggests casting it into the Sea; Gandalf and Galdor counter that. Elrond states that they must take the Ring to Mordor to be destroyed. (He also gives an indication of his own committment to Middle-earth [bold mine]:
But it seems to me now clear which is the road that we must take. The westward road seems easiest. Therefore it must be shunned. It will be watched. Too often the Elves have fled that way. Now at this last we must take a hard road, a road unforeseen.
The Elves have reacted to troubles and darkness throughout the Second and Third ages by departing for Valinor. Elrond doesn’t like that; he wants them to stay in Middle-earth and contribute to solving its problems.)
Boromir advocates wielding the Ring against Sauron. Elrond tells him why that cannot and should not be done. Boromir is disappointed, and regards this as Gondor being left in the lurch.
Gloín asks if other Rings of Power could be used - first of the Seven and then, when Gandalf tells that Thrain’s ring was regained by Sauron, then of the Three, which Elrond tells him are in use but not for combat, and that they will likely lose their power if the One Ring is destroyed.
Erestor asks how they could actually get the Ring to Mount Doom, as it seems hopeless. Gandalf says that at least it will be something Sauron isn’t expecting. Elrond says “This quest may be attempted by the weak with as much hope as the strong,” which prompts Bilbo to volunteer (“It is plain enough what you are pointing at. Bilbo the silly hobbit started this affair, and Bilbo had better finish it, or himself.”) Gandalf declines the offer. Bilbo asks the Council to come to the point - who will go on the quest? There is a long silence, and then Frodo volunteers. Elrond recognizes that this is what needs to happen. Sam, who has been sitting unnoticed in a corner all this time, insists on going with Frodo.
But That’s Not All!
The Council ends sometime in midafternoon, and the hobbits have a meeting of their own after that, in Bilbo’s room; Merry and Pippin want to go with Frodo. Gandalf pipes in through the window that he thinks he will come as well, to Frodo’s delight, and that they will not be departing for some time, until scouts have reported back on the fate of the Ringwraiths.
Aragorn has left very quickly - Gandalf says he “has gone with Elrond’s sons,” which means he must have left pretty much immediately after the Council ended. But at some point later they must split up, because when the scouts return in December we are told that Elladan and Elrohir went to what we can recognize as Lothlórien (“passing down the Silverlode into a strange country, but of their errand they would not speak to any save Elrond”), while “others…with the help of Aragorn and the Rangers had searched the lands far down the Greyflood, as far as Tharbad, where the old North Road crossed the river by a ruined town”. Given that “Many Meetings” also said that Elladan and Elrohir were away from Rivendell, this may be an inconsistency that Tolkien missed in editing.
Also, the conversation between the hobbits and Gandalf gives me the impression that Gandalf is actively enjoying teasing Pippin:
“We hobbits ought to stick together, and we will. I shall go, unless they chain me up. There must be someone with intelligence in the party.”
“Then you certainly will not be chosen, Peregrin Took!” said Gandalf, looking in through the window, which was near the ground. “But you are all worrying yourselves unnecessarily. Nothing is decided yet.”
[Later in the conversation, Gandalf says:] “Someone said that intelligence would be needed in the party. He was right. I think I shall come with you.”
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Another photo of my Legolas cosplay!
This time a closer up, I am surprised with myself that I actually do like my expression here!
I am very humble about how well you received my previous photo of the elven prince!
Legolas cosplay made and worn by me
📷 @karachiel
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elisethewildwolf · 2 days ago
Can I request a Haldir x female reader please :)
So Haldir and the reader have been friends for a super long time but are too shy to admit their feelings and the reader sheds her shy personality and starts to be playful and stuff.
I hope this works 🙂
Thank you so much for the request! I hope I'll be able to write the story you want :))
Dive (Haldir x Reader)
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Credits for the image go to Pinterest and whoever made it and posted it. (I think it comes from we heart it so yes). :))
If any of you want to read more of my stories, here’s the link to my master list: Masterlist
Y/N - your name
h/c - hair colour
You laughed lightly as he attempted to crack a joke and, like always, didn’t succeed but that didn’t make you love him less.
Yes, though you were too shy to admit it, you loved him, you were in love with him.
And you had a feeling he was too.
Ever since you became friends, you knew that you were in trouble. His kind eyes and knowing smirk along as happy chuckle and serious yet loving disposition suited you perfectly and, for once, that made being shy not fun. You wanted to be fun and open and gracefully flirtatious…and you weren’t any of that on the outside.
You knew though that you could be fun and bubbly if you were comfortable enough and you knew that it was time to relax yourself around him, not be so uptight and quiet.
I can do this, you chanted to yourself, I trust him, I love him, I want to be my whole self around him, including my fun side.
The next day…
Like everyday, Haldir knocked on your door to wake you up for your shift as a lieutenant.
“Come in!”
Opening the door, he saw you with a wide smile on your face and bright eyes, h/c hair tied in a half pony.
“Hey,” you greeted, butterflies and nervousness in your stomach, “Let’s go?”
You skipped out the door, grabbing two oranges and tossing him one as you began walking to the different areas you had to check.
“Well you’re jolly this morning,” Haldir chuckled beside you, opening his orange and taking a bite of it, “Had a good sleep?”
“Mhm,” you agreed, mentally noting that more guards needed to be added in a certain area you just passed for further security, “Like the orange?”
“Mhm,” he mimicked you, a small smile on his lips, “It’s sweet.”
Your courage rose.
“Like me?”
He nearly choked on his orange and his eyes widened in surprise, unused at your boldness.
Thinking for a moment that you went a bit too fast with being open, a healthy blush that appeared on his face quelled it.
“Of course, Y/N,” he answered, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “You’re even sweeter though.”
You flushed at his compliment.
“Let’s carry on with rounds?”
“Alright,” you said, “Let’s go to the river area, I want to check if there’s been any breaches or trouble just in case.”
When you reached the river, you heaved a sigh of relief that the entire place looked calm and untouched in its peacefulness.
Approaching the banks of the river, you grinned as you bent down and wet your hands, opening it quickly in the direction of Haldir to make a spin role of water hit him.
Momentarily stunned, he quickly recovered and bent down, cupping his hands, scooping up a handful of water, and dampening your entire attire.
“Haldir!,” you complained even if the smile on your face betrayed you, “I’m going to have to change now!”
“You attacked me first,” he pointed out, a smile playing on his face.
Acting annoyed and disappointed, you sighed to fool him and crossed your arms. Believing you were genuinely upset, he took a step towards you and, in a fast move, you leaned down again and flung water at him, making him as damp as you were.
Giggling at the fond annoyance on his face as he shook his head, you took heart and pecked him on the cheek.
“Come on, we can dry off as we continue our rounds.”
So, the rest of the day (and the week) carried on in that way, you teasing and lightly flirting and being vivacious and light, the part of you that was very private and only for very trusted people to see.
It made Haldir feel honoured that he was one of them and when he told you yesterday, you gave him a glowing smile and replied, “How could you not be?”
Today though, you were feeling slightly nervous since you wanted to tell him that you wanted to take the dive, it was time to be openly in love.
“Are you alright, Y/N?”
The soft spoken question drew you out of your thoughts and you blushed at having been so obviously not present in the moment.
He had observed you the past week and had hoped your openness and exuberance with him meant that you were going finally lower down your walls and take the dive.
“Yes, thank you for asking.”
“I, I just want to say that I’ve fallen in love with you,” Haldir confessed, taking both your hands in his hopefully, “And I would like to court you.”
Your breath caught in your throat and you felt your heart soar.
Nodding, you laughed and flung your arms around him, joy filling your entire being.
You finally took the dive, and you couldn’t be happier.
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featherburnt · 2 days ago
When 'The Bridge of Khazad-dûm' starts fucking playing
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avenger09 · a month ago
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Lord of the Stars by Jake Bartok (not the official name) 
The Lord of the Rings × Star Wars
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warrioreowynofrohan · a day ago
Today in Tolkien - A Parenthesis (Lotho’s Shire)
Before we get into the Scouring of the Shire, it’s worth looking at what’s been happening while we’ve been away. It’s important to remember that Saruman only reached the Shire on September 22, five weeks before the Scouring. He did a lot of damage in a short time, but a lot of what happened was long before that, and was the work of Lotho and other hobbits. Lotho’s the one brought the ruffians in. Lotho’s the one who started using the Lockholes as prisons. Time periods are bolded.
“It all began with Pimple, as we call him,” said Farmer Cotton, “and it began as soon as you’d gone off, Mr. Frodo…he already did own a sight more than was good for him, and he was always grabbing more, though where he got the money was a mystery: mills and malt-houses and inns, and farms, and leaf-plantations. He’d already bought Sandyman’s mill before he came to Bag End, seemingly. Of course he started with a lot of property in the Southfarthing, which he had from his dad; and it seems he’d been selling a lot o’ the best leaf, and sending it away quietly for a year or two.
But at the end o’ last year he began sending away loads of stuff, not only leaf. Things began to get short, and winter coming on too. Folk got angry, but he had his answer. A lot of Men, ruffians mostly, came with great waggons, some to carry off the goods south-away, and others to stay. And more came. And before we knew where we were they were planted here and there all over the Shire, and were felling trees and digging and building themselves sheds and houses just as they liked. At first goods and damage was paid for by Pimple; but soon they began lording it around and taking what they wanted.
Then there was a bit of trouble, but not enough. Old Will the Mayor set off for Bag End to protest, but he never got there. Ruffians laid hands on him and took and locked him up in a hole in Michel Delving, and there he is now. And after that, it wpuld be soon after New Year, there weren’t no more Mayor, and Pimple called himself Chief Shirriff, or just Chief, and did as he liked; and if anyone got “uppish” as they called it, they followed Will.
So while the hobbits are travelling to Rivendell, and in Rivendell, Lotho’s already brought ruffians to the Shire, and exported a lot of the food and other goods that people need. By the time the Fellowship is at Moria, he’s carried out a coup d’état and established himself as dictator.
And, with all the references to the evils of central planning during the Scouring of the Shire, it’s worth remembering that this is not communism in any form, but capitalism run amok - with a side of hypocritical moral puritanism, seen by the closing of the inns (except for the Chief’s Men). The Shire got here by one large landowner buying up vast swaths of industrial and agricultural property, and making more money through international trade by exporting things that people in the Shire needed, to enhance his person wealth. And bringing in thugs. Lotho has effectively turned the Shire into a giant company town.
It’s little wonder that Elrond, who has foresight and knows many people in Eriador, wanted to send Merry and Pippin back to the Shire rather than with the Fellowship, saying:
“The Shire, I forebode, is not now free from peril; and these two I had thought to send back there as messengers, to do what they could, according to the fashion of their country, to warn the people of their danger.”
Then from January through to September we have the Shire under Lotho’s rule:
“So things went from bad to worse. There wasn’t no smoke left, save for his Men; and the Chief didn’t hold with beer, save for his Men, and closed all the inns; and everything except Rules got shorter and shorter, unless one could hide a bit of one’s own when the ruffians went round gathering stuff up ‘for fair distribution’: which meant they got it and we didn’t, except for the leavings which you could have at the Shiriff-houses if you could stomach them.”
And the thing is - I expect that Lotho, from his own perspective, is making ‘improvements’. He’s knocking down the old, obsolete mills and putting in new, efficient ones. He’s making people more productive by preventing them from wasting all their time at inns. He’s increasing the Shire’s place in global commerce. He’s reacting to unforeseen shortages by equitably redistributing what’s left. Tolkien writes, in his letters
“The basic motive for magia [meaning either magic or machienery, of a certain type] - quite apart from any philosophic consideration of how it would work - is immediacy: speed, reduction of labour, and reduction almost to a minimum (or vanishing point) of the gap between the idea or desire and the result or effect…Of course another factor then comes in, a moral or pathological one: the tyrants lose sight of objects, become cruel, and like smashing, hurting, and defiling as such. It would no doubt be possible to defend poor Lotho’s introduction of more efficient mills; but not of Sharkey’s and Sandyman’s uses of them.”
And I think that’s useful context for Tolkien’s statement that Sauron in the early Second Age “was not indeed wholly evil, not unless all ‘reformers’ who want to hurry up with ‘reconstruction’ and ‘reorganization’ are wholly evil, even before pride and the lust to exert their will eat them up.” The world as a larger and more impressive version of Lotho’s Shire is about the best that could have been expected of early-Second-Age Sauron even if he hadn’t turned as fully to evil as he did; it’s a representation of his ideology, prior to full corruption, writ small.
(I also find this definition of magia, which I hadn’t registered before, a very illuminating insight into Tolkien’s personal perspective. Magia is concerned with moving as rapidly as possible from idea to execution; it doesn’t care about the process of creation, or rather dislikes the process, considers the process inefficient, desiring maximization of outputs. Tolkien values craft - the process of creation, the labour and skill (and collaboration) that goes into creation, whether the form of that creation is gemwork or architecture or gardening - and so dislikes the soullessness of a magia that is bent on removing this.)
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