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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 1 year

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OK sweet M

I have a request

A steamy make-out scene with Lord Galdor and fem reader

Maybe it takes place in his garden. Against a tree? In the berry patch? Idk but it's both sexy and fluffy 🍓

(Only if you're up for it, of course! I enjoy your writing! And also I need more content with him)

Well hello, hello! Now I'm assuming this is for Galdor of the Tree? If yes, awesome. And if you want more content, I'll be more than happy to write on it.

"Berry Picking"

Summary: After some time away, Galdor comes home and finds you picking strawberries. What a reunion it turns out to be.

Rating: 🔥 | Minors DNI | 18+

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Author's notes: I have only just started reading the Fall of Gondolin, so I'm mostly going on what I could glean from the web and Tumblr and what I remember from the Silm. Apologies in advance for any epic screwups.

It was a beautiful day. Then again, all the days had been beautiful now that summer had finally arrived. The days were warm, and the sky was a gorgeous clear blue. And the gardens bloomed. Oh, how they bloomed. There were flowers everywhere, of every kind. Gondolin was bathed in a riot colour and the air would always smell fragrant and sweet.

The House of the Tree was no exception. Well, maybe it was, after a fashion. There were more trees here than anywhere else in the city. More flowers and fruits, too. And it was here, in these gardens, that this story takes place.

"Where are you, little rose?" Galdor called out—sweet and clear—as he searched for you in the gardens.

He had just returned after some time away, still bright-eyed and full of energy. And he searched for you, looking all over his manse, the little courtyard in front. Finally, he went to the one other place he knew you would be. The gardens. Galdor looked and looked, near the fountains and around the rose bushes. Finally, after much searching, he found you. There you were, under the shade of old oak trees, near a wild strawberry patch, helping yourself to the ripe little berries that hung on little branches.

And you had not seen him, you had not heard him. He had the element of surprise. Galdor moved as swiftly as the wind and as silently as a cat. Within a few quick steps, he reached you, wrapped his arms around you, and swung you around while you squealed and giggled.

"My lord!" You cried, giddy and breathless, your arms hooking around his broad shoulders, your feet dangling over the ground while he effortlessly carried you. "How many times must I ask you not to sneak up on me like that?"

"One more time, little rose, as always," Galdor said, and hugged you tighter. He had missed you. He had missed you terribly. Rumors of orcs, goblins, and worse things roaming outside the boundaries of Gondolin had led to an increase in patrols and in watches all over the city, and as Lord of the House of the Tree, he had to be away a lot, overseeing his men. Now he was home and wanted to make the most of it. Oh, how he was going to make the most of it. "Did you miss me?"

"I did," you sighed softly, your fingers curling around hair that shone like polished copper in the dappled sunlight. "More than anything."

Galdor swallowed and pulled back, his lips barely hovering over yours. "Then kiss me, little rose," He eyed your lips, now stained a soft red from all the berries you had eaten. Oh, how he craved to taste those lips. "And show me how much you missed me."

You smiled—a deep, satisfying smile—before closing your eyes and leaning in.

That first kiss started out light, soft, and airy. Galdor savoured it—the softness of your lips, the sweetness of strawberries against his tongue. And you shivered when his arms tightened around your waist, when his tongue licked past your parted lips. You couldn't breathe or even think. All you wanted was more of that kiss, and you clung to him, hungry and needy, like you had been starved for weeks.

Galdor's moan was deep and throaty when you pressed yourself to him, your kiss just as needy and hungry as his. Slowl, he sanked to his knees, and settled over the soft earth of that strawberry patch. He heard nothing, not the soft breeze that blew through the trees or the birds that sang merrily. He gave no thought to the possibility of anyone seeing—not that anyone could, anyway. Not with all those oak trees and bushes around you both. All he felt, all he craved for, was you. And how you rewarded his craving. How you made him tremble when you scrambled over his lap and your legs hooked around his hips, when your fingers tugged at his hair, and when you returned his kiss with equal fire. He felt it, that tug at his gut, dark and primal, urging him to take. Galdor tried to fight it, to be gentle, but that urge kept growing and growing, and all he was filled with was the savage need to possess, to ravage and plunder, until you had nothing left to give.

"I missed this. The taste of you—" he hummed sweetly, his hands roaming over your hips and waist, his lips gliding over your chin, down your throat. The softness of your skin, the warmth and scent of it, overwhelmed him. "—The feel of you. The scent of you. How I missed all of you, little rose."

A gasp ripped through you when teeth grazed over and tugged at soft flesh, leaving patches of lavender and blue to spread in their wake. Galdor was always gentle, so very gentle, but this new side of him, his rough kisses, his greedy hands gliding all over your body, set you aflame. And the way your name rolled past his lips, the way he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, softly and repeatedly, like a prayer. "M-my l-lord," you moaned, a soft, needy moan, when heat pooled in your core. "I- I cannot get enough of what you're doing to me."

How those simple words undid him! Galdor growled approvingly, his mind going blind to all else. "Then will you permit me to take you, here, now?" He murmured and pulled back, to give you time to think. "Please let me. I have dreamed of nothing else but being one with you."

You looked up at him, and all you could see were desire and lust burning bright in those beautiful moss-green eyes of his. You went over his suggestion, to let him take you here, in the gardens... making love to you in the open, with nothing but the trees for protection... why the very idea was incredibly shocking, and so very erotic. To feel the grass against your back, him over you, and the sun shining down on you both—the image alone was tempting enough. And you had missed him, you had missed him terribly, and ached to feel him with you again. It was only the briefest of moments before you smiled, really smiled, and gave him your answer. "Yes," you said, sighing dreamily when he leaned in and kissed you on your forehead. "My answer is yes."

With a triumphant smile, Galdor picked you up and carried you deeper into the thicket of those oak trees, to a place where nobody could disturb either of you.

#galdor aldaron #galdor imagine #Galdor #galdor x reader #galdor of the trees #X reader #x reader insert #reader insert request #reader inserts #the silm #the silmarilion #Gondolin #writeblr #a world of whimsy writes

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silhouette-cosplay · 5 months

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✨Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen, yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron!✨

so glad we were able to catch the last of the autumn leaves for Galadriel!

photos by @sennedjem

#galadriel: ceremonial silver #galadriel #galadriel cosplay #lotr #lotr cosplay #lord of the rings #tolkien #rings of power #trop #morfydd clark #my cosplays

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drawulan · 5 months

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Aldaron

#silmarillion #silm art #oromë #valar #fanart #tolkien #jrr tolkien #tolkien fanart #art commissions #commissions open #illustration #book illustration

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the-elusive-soleil · 4 months

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Some random headcanons I have for a Silm modern AU:

Feanor is the son of Finwe's ex-wife Miriel (they split more or less amicably due to the more kids/no more kids thing). There are more resources to help deal with this than in canon Valinor, so while Feanor isn't happy about the Indis and half-siblings situation, he's able to get to a place of mostly getting along with them.

Finwe made his money in investments--Aule Industries, Elentari Electric Co., Sulimo Aerospace...you get the picture.

Feanor could have gone to work for Aule Industries, but instead he struck out on his own as an inventor, and holds patents for several now-common items.

He's married to the famous sculptor Nerdanel. They've had their disagreements, but they're in couples therapy and working on sticking together.

Fingolfin is a state-level politician. He and Feanor mostly sort of get along provided everyone avoids certain topics.

Maedhros works for Fingolfin as a political fixer, which he is very very good at. Feanor has mostly made his peace with this.

Maglor went through a classical musical education, but eventually his hobby band Noldolante took off to the point that he went full-time with it. He's the lead vocalist and songwriter. Currently thinking their sound would be something like heavy metal but with the instruments and volume of acoustic folk.

Their musical rivals are the folk duo Nightingale Shadow, the brother-sister pair Daeron and Luthien Gray.

Celegorm got a job through his grandfather's friend Orome Aldaron at Aldaron LLC, an outdoor gear company resembling Cabela's, as a spokesperson/sponsored rep type of thing. He has a huge dog and tells a different story every time someone asks where he got him, and keeps trying to ask out Luthien from Nightingale Shadow (which drives Maglor nuts).

Caranthir is a stocks trader and financial advisor, which has made him wealthy enough on his own to rival Finwe. At some point, he announces his engagement (despite no one in the family knowing he was dating) to a small business owner named Haleth who takes none of his guff.

Curufin works with his father as a fellow inventor. He married an epidemiologist several years back, and they have a small son, Tyelpe, who is already being brought to an unbelievable number of "take your child to work" days. Everyone's bracing for the mad science to reach critical mass once Tyelpe's old enough to wield a screwdriver.

Amrod and Amras are still in high school and haven't confirmed a path in life yet, although they do quite a bit of Celegorm's social media stuff with him.

Fingon used to work with his father and Maedhros, but eventually decided that politics wasn't for him, and now runs a nonprofit to aid disaster victims. He and Maedhros frequently tease each other about how exhausted their respective careers are making them.

Turgon works in some capacity for the city government, which he claims is the level of politics where things actually get done.

Aredhel also works for Aldaron LLC as a spokesperson; sometimes she and Celegorm will collaborate on posts.

At some point, she starts a relationship with a guy named Eol, but leaves him when he turns out to be a controlling jerk. Post-breakup, she finds out she's pregnant, and ends up keeping the baby because Eol doesn't want her to do so and make him pay child support. She turns out a better mom than anyone expects.

Finarfin is some kind of lawyer working in conflict resolution and mediation. He is very good at it; he ought to be, given all the practice he's had.

Finrod owns an ethically sourced jewelry company. His brother Orodreth works for him.

Aegnor and Angrod are college students; Angrod is undeclared, but Aegnor is studying anthropology.

Artanis is in high school and the most politically minded teenager ever. She's in student government and on the debate team and Model UN, you name it. The family used to joke that someday she was going to rule a small country. They still say it, but it's become less and less of a joke over the years.

#silmarillion #modern au #headcanons #house of finwe #house of feanor #house of fingolfin #house of finarfin #not tagging all these characters #to maybe write someday?

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himemiyaaah · 9 months

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Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen, yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron! Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier mi oromardi lisse-miruvóreva Andúnë pella, Vardo tellumar nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni ómaryo airetári-lírinen. Sí man i yulma nin enquantuva? An sí Tintallë Varda Oiolossëo ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortanë, ar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë; ar sindanóriello caita mornië i falmalinnar imbë met, ar hísië untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë. Sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar! - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring, "Farewell to Lorien"

@lotrladiessource | HAEJIN LEE as GALADRIEL for lotr ladies week day 5 | elves + pastels + grief

#lotrladiesweek #lotredit #tolkienedit #lotr #lord of the rings #tolkien #usertoi #userlyndeth #userindomiel #usersari #usertilions #mepoc #galadriel #oneringnet #tolkiensource #lotrladiessource #userhaleths #usersansa

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ceruleanwhore · 6 months

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I know the Tolkien fandom really loves Yavanna and has these lovely theories about her making the hobbits and the ents, but I had another idea regarding the ents that makes more sense to me, which is that Oromë was actually the one to make them. This is partially because the Valaquenta says that "all trees he loves, for which reason he is called Aldaron, and by the Sindar Tauron, the Lord of Forests," which clearly tells us that he specifically loves trees. We also know that he spent more time in Middle Earth than any of the other valar, so it's not unreasonable that he could grow attached to some of the forests there and create shepherds to care for them.

More importantly, I actually think that he and Vána are Tom Bombadil and Goldberry, because of a slavic deity called Leshy (also Leshi or леший). His domain is the forest and he's a great hunter, like Oromë, but he's also a bit of a forest cryptid who tends to mislead travellers, more like Bombadil. Now, Tolkien was into all kinds of stuff like older European mythologies, so it isn't unreasonable to think that he could've encountered this deity in his scholarship and then used him as inspiration for these characters. The way I see this working is that, at some point after the first age, Oromë and Vána were sick of everything so they fucked off to the forest in Middle Earth and started over as Bombadil and Goldberry.

The ents tie into this because Bombadil clearly cares about the ents in the text. If he was the one who created them in the first place, then that would further explain his interest in receiving news about them. Oh and the last thing I'd point out is all the singing with Bombadil because Lord knows that singing is a pretty big thing with all the valar, since that's how they created and shaped Arda.

Idk, what do y'all think?

#tolkien #silmarillion #oromë #vána #yavanna #ents #tom bombadil #goldberry

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marietheran · 1 month

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LotR reread - book 2, chapter 8 - Farewell to Lórien

Oh, you can see Tolkien fought in a war and now makes sure his heroes need not eat army crackers...

Galadriel's song...

The geography of Aman seems a bit weirdly squeezed together if I was to analyze it though? "by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree"... strand is shore, Ilmarin is the palace of Manwë and Varda, the golden Tree can only be one thing, and then it is said to shine "beside the walls of elven Tirion"... And Galadriel knows how all of it fits together. Hmm, I suppose it's best ignored. But the poem is beautiful.

"But if of ships I now should sing, what ship should come to me/ What shop would ever bear me back across so wide a Sea."

"Hythe" - new word. Apparently means "small port, landing place"

"Drink, Lord of the Galadhrim! And let not your heart be sad, though night must follow noon, and already our evening draweth nigh."

Aragorn/Arwen Allusions Counter at 3.875

All this talk of ending and fading is :(

This is really interesting, but, while it is properly the domain of elves, it seems that dwarves also care for the stars -- as much as Men, I suppose. Or Gimli at least.

"Then I say to you, Gimli son of Gloin, that your hands shall flow with gold and yet over you gold shall have no dominion."

"Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen, yéni únòtimë ve rámar aldaron!" is the part that I can both recite from memory and understand. Or at least, I understand almost every single word on itself, not bothering about grammar, and know how they fit together.

Quenya is pretty...

"Varda is the name of that Lady whom the elves in these lands of exile name Elbereth" <- here, and only here, upon my first reread of LotR after the Silm did I finally realise that Elbereth = Varda.

"I do not wish to drown my grief in cold water."

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If you look at the timeline in the appendices, the irony of it all is that Gandalf (now, Gandalf the White) arrives in Lothlorien exactly one day after the Fellowship leaves...

#lotr reread #original post #the professor's mythopoeia #lotr

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doodle-pops · 1 year

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Galdor SFW Relationship Alphabet

Request: Would you be open to doing a Galdor relationship alphabet?I wonder how people would feel about that one. I just think he doesn’t get enough love lol. 💕 - anon

A/N: This was enjoyable to write. Something soft among the heavy writing.

A is for Affection – how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?

My sweet and gentle Lord of the House of Trees treats you as if you are one of his flowers – with tender-loving care. It is shown in all his actions, from the gift-giving to the words of affirmation to his signs of physical affection. As Galdor is a gentle-natured elf who adores nature and would love to share that part of his life with you, expect lots of flowers to be delivered swiftly to your doorstep or personally by him. He uses plants as a way of expressing his emotions and feelings towards you. From sunflowers to tulips to roses, Galdor has them all and understands the heavy significance that each plant bears and wants to share their meanings. There is always a smile and a compliment or praise that follows as your flowers are handed over. Galdor never runs out of the sweetest words to make your day and he always compares you to the rarest and the most beautiful flower of them all – the one that blooms once in a lifetime, and he was most blessed to have found them.

B is for Best friend – what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?

A very calm and gentle level-headed friend Galdor would be for and to you. There isn’t any need to feel left out or neglected, Galdor does his best to always be around and provide warmth and sunshine in your life as a friend. The most philosophical advice is provided and sometimes it makes you wonder if he’s secretly a loremaster from his speeches, very articulate and uplifting. He isn’t strict will the rules like his other friends, he believes that there are times a little rule-breaking can be done so long as it isn’t severely dangerous – he hates the idea of you jeopardizing your life. He will swoop in to save you, followed by a serious talk about your safety. A very loyal friend who would stand at your side and defend you to the last, you could not have asked for a better friend than Galdor.

C is for Cuddles – do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?

Your favourite time to cuddle Galdor is usually when he returns from the garden. You’ve claimed that he has the most aromatic scents of all the flowers he’s mingled with. It has caused you far too many times to bury your nose into his body (clothes or not) and inhale his scent which takes him off guard each time. To you, his scent is peaceful and alleviating, it takes away all the stress and worries you would have had on your mind all day or week, and Galdor could not be any happier to assist. When he cuddles, at first, he’ll let you be the one to contort your body around his and then wrap his arms around you. He loves when you lie atop him, your weight is nothing in comparison to what he could manage, and this leads to you both falling asleep on evenings like this.

D is for Domestic – do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?

As the Lord of the House of the Trees, I do believe that Galdor is capable of cooking and cleaning given that his house deals with medicine, thus a clean and healthy environment. There are times when he’d walk in and observe you tidying, and should he not be busy, Galdor would happily assist without a care in the world. To him, once he’s with you, it doesn’t matter what crazy or strange actions you’re performing, he’s at peace and his happiest. Domestic life does not bother Galdor at all, if anything, he would love to have a domestic life with you and because of this, he cuts out a portion of his week or month for the two of you to cook and clean among yourselves.

E is for Ending – if they had to break up with their s/o, how would they do it? why would they do it?

I can’t imagine Galdor wanting to openly end things with you because there is literally no reason presented for such actions to exist. However, let’s say that something did come about to cause a split, Galdor would be frozen, and all senses would have left his mind, body and soul. He would just be standing there as you explain tearfully why you have to leave him, unable to comprehend a word after ‘I think we should end our relationship’ flew past your lips. It wouldn’t be until you finished and were making your way out, you would feel two strong yet soft hands gripping yours silently. He would be shaking as tears flowed absentmindedly from his eyes with a look of a kicked puppy (why would you leave/hurt this elf?).

F is for Fiancé(e) – how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?

Nervous but ecstatic about marrying you one day. It’s been his dream and the first vision he saw the moment he laid eyes on you – your future with him. He does this little countdown in his head until the right moment to propose to you and makes himself jittery. The moment Galdor decided that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, nothing could and would ever be allowed to stand in his way. He’s an elf of sheer will and determination and will make his dreams could through. The thoughts of being your spouse, your forever and always would always make him float above the clouds with the sweetest smile on his face.

G is for Gentle – how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

The same way he tends to his patients and garden is the same way Galdor handles you both emotionally and physically. With the utmost care and patience in the world – he is an extremely patient person. If you were emotionally or mentally hurt, you can count on Galdor to care for and nurse you back to proper health, he has a way with words that heals the soul when he speaks – a sweet aspect of being a healer. Your emotions are a part of you, and he would never disrespect or bring about hurt intentions to you and them, both you and your emotions are treated like his plants, with delicacy and love. As for the physical aspect, Galdor understands that he’s a warrior and that means he buff, so there need to be some borders drawn with it comes to his touch. He doesn’t want to accidentally injure you with his weight or roughness when he’s play fighting.

H is for Hugs – do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?

To Galdor, your hugs are the cure to his world of problems, just throw your arms around his shoulders and bury your face in his neck or litter his face in millions of kisses and watch as he melts. I’m serious, he’ll literally melt into a puddle of mush in his seat with a blush on his face. When Galdor reciprocates, his hugs are full of love and warmth. Just like him, you melt in his arms – it’s like you both become cats when you hug each other. The quiet purr that he’d let out as your hand strokes his hair and raked your nails through his scalp. He loves to give you little twirls when he hugs you, just lift you into the air and listen to your laughter.

I is for I love you – how do they say the l-word? when do they say the l-word?

Galdor’s most famous way of saying ‘I love you’ is through the gifting of flowers. From tulips and sunflowers to red roses, Galdor knows every flower and every meaning, thus he uses them to his advantage to speak about his undying love. He loves to use ‘the actions speak louder than words’ saying to prove that he doesn’t have to say the words for you to know his love is there. The little twinkle in your eyes as he gifts his flowers to you creates butterflies in his stomach and sprout wings from his back to fly. However, this does not mean that Galdor does not say ‘I love you’ verbally, he does very often indulge his speaking such sacred and devoted words. The power of his words how could make your entire day turn into rainbows and sunshine.

J is for Jealousy – how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?

Not a jealous person due to his friendly disposition and understanding of you having friends and requiring time with them, just please don’t attempt to make him jealous. Galdor isn’t one of those persons who the prank would work very well on, he’d take it as you being unsatisfied in your relationship with him. He doesn’t see the need to make him jealous and play with his emotions like that, if you have something to say, just say it. Upsetting him to that extent would prompt him to reduce his interactions and talks with you, he might go out of his way to avoid you if he learns of your reason being so, but if it’s someone making a move on you, then Galdor becomes protective. His stance beside or behind you as the person doesn’t get the hint would change into him wrapping an arm around your waist and respectfully prying you away from the conservation.

K is for Kisses – what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?

Galdor’s kisses are heavenly, they’ll give you wings and make you sore high above the clouds – his soft petal-like lips feel heavenly once they touch yours. First, Galdor would bring a hand to cradle your face, swiping his thumb tenderly across your cheeks while staring lovingly into your eyes. His lips would hover over yours, brushing against each other like snowflakes causing a faint blush to appear on either face. With a hand around your waist and the other cupping your chin, Galdor would lean in to place a feathery kiss before deepening and adding greater emotions. The number of somersaults and backflips your stomach had done, you were surprised you were still standing. His kisses leave you breathless, not because of the intensity, but because of the raw emotions behind them – he pours his heart and soul into his kisses.

L is for Little ones – how are they around children?

Galdor becomes somewhat of an overexcited puppy when he’s around children, he resorts to his once younger self, remembering his childhood days and is quick to interact and play any amount of games. Children flock to him because of all the flower crowns he makes for them, making them feel like they’re little princes and princesses. Singing songs and holding their hands while running around the gardens or playing hide and seek, you see Galdor in a blissful state. It’s not a chaotic sight like for other lords, but you can see the peacefulness on his face when he’s surrounded by them, he hasn’t need to worry about war or politics, just playing with children.

M is for Morning – how are mornings spent with them?

Mornings are quiet and filled with soft whispers and touches as Galdor would pull you into his embrace and shower you in affection. He opts to spend extra time in bed with you when he hasn’t any meetings or sparring with other lords. The soft morning light seeps through the curtains and Arien’s rays tickle your skin as you cuddle against his side. The light snores as he’s lulled into another sleep because he’s tired from paperwork. His hair sprawled out around him, some on his face but Galdor doesn’t care because you’re in his arms as he rests.

N is for Night – how are nights spent with them?

Nights have been spent either dancing with him in the kitchen as the chefs have returned home and a pot is bubbling away on the stove, or you both sit under the night sky discussing millions of things. Galdor doesn’t mind; once he’s with you, you’re happy. The pot is bubbling away and Galdor has you in his embrace, twirling you carefully before pulling you back in with laughter with tender hands on your waist. Perhaps, he will take you to dance in his garden under the starry night sky and fall in love with you again.

O is for Open – when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

A very patient fellow who doesn’t believe in rushing things (he’s a healer and gardener, everything has its time). He believes that when the time is right, all things will reveal themselves when necessary. If you've to know his favourite colour next week and not today, he wouldn’t rush, in due time you would know. He doesn’t believe that he has anything to hide since he’s never done anything terrible, the most he’d be reluctant to reveal might be an embarrassing memory from his youthful days. But Galdor is still ever-so excited to reveal all his tidbits about himself. In return, he hopes that you can reciprocate the same without hiding or lying.

P is for Patience – how easily angered are they?

Making this elf crack requires excellent levels of strategic thought because he isn’t the type to be angered over the simplest things. You could prank him, and he’d smile or laugh or ask questions if he’s confused about the idea. Things like war and Morgoth or kinslaying are just some of the topics that he refuses to engage with because his temper rises at the mentions. What would truly make Galdor break down a wall without any problem is you. Your safety is his biggest concern and whenever he learns about your life being in danger, every cell in his body tells him to go berserk. He once saw another elf threatening you in broad daylight and the speed at which he moved to save you was unbelievable. Galdor was about to get physical.

Q is for Quizzes – how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing? Or do they kind of forget everything?

Galdor keeps the very memory of you alive whether you’ve left him or not, he never wants to forget you even if it costs him an arm or leg or even his heart and soul. Every flower of his reminds him of you, your smile or a memory of you both. His heart breaks when they flood his mind at random moments, and he can’t help but break down. he’s very in touch with his emotions and isn’t afraid to show them openly. He’s in pain at your loss, why should he hide it when everyone is aware. Nothing slips his mind, even down to the colour of the hairpins you wore during your first date and how many beads they had, he remembers, and he curses himself for his perfect memory. This was the one time he wished his memory wasn’t great.

R is for Remember – what is their favourite moment in your relationship?

He remembers during your time together; you had once asked him when his date of birth was catching him off guard. It’s not that he doesn’t remember, it’s just that he didn’t see the purpose given that he had already passed maturity centuries ago and there wasn’t a need to celebrate. But when you managed to coax the answer out of him, you woke him up on the morning of his birthday with flowers, cake and breakfast, singing him ‘Happy Birthday’ in your mother tongue. It was the first time he experienced a human custom of yours and he was overly touched by the thoughtfulness and effort you when into making him feel remembered. Now, he looks forward to his birthday every year because of you.

S is for Security – how (over)protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?

This all depends on the situation because Galdor isn’t one for being overprotective like the others. Gondolin was one of the safest kingdoms in all of Beleriand at the time so there wasn’t any need to become paranoid. However, if it was during the time Eol made his appearance in the city, then Galdor would station no less than four of his best men to your side. He doesn’t want you near the palace or Eol of the sort, he’d ask for you to stay indoors until everything was dealt with. Other than that, you haven’t to worry about Galdor stationing guards to your side everywhere you go about in the city, he’s a free-spirited person and understands the requirement for freedom.

T is for Try – how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?

He never does anything half-assed, as do all of the other elves. Nothing unpleasant and only the very best for you. Even if he cannot obtain a particular gift for you, he manages to outdo himself by receiving a new and improved item you didn’t believe you needed. The environments for all your dates are quiet, he’s a bit of an introvert and enjoys the peace and tranquil ambience that his gardens or estate provide, so more of your dates are held around the area. Galdor ensures that everything he does for you is deep and meaningful, he wants for you and hopes that you feel every emotion he’s pouring into every action he does – even the simplest.

U is for Ugly – what would be some bad habits of theirs?

This is a hard nut to crack because I doubt Galdor has an ugly side to him, however, I can say that he might be a bit too optimistic with his view on life but not to the extent as Glorfindel. As a healer and a gardener, his perspective on life is that everything can be fixed and cured,, thus it’s a bit hard for him to grasp that at times not everything can be. He tries his best to help you to see that nothing is forever stuck in negativity, leaning into understanding your side of thoughts, but it isn’t forever. As a very bubbly and lively person, he despises that you never attempt to see that everything can be better and save.

V is for Vanity – how concerned are they with their looks?

I don’t precisely see Galdor being heavily concerned about his looks as others but that doesn’t mean that he’s not in touch with his appearance. Galdor is a warrior who has gained a multitude of scars from all the battles he fought, thus worrying about his looks is the last thing he’d focus on. He does ensure that his attire is neat and clean, not wanting to give off a lackadaisical aura. You don’t have to worry about him slacking off with his looks because he’s not an untidy person, he’s just not flamboyant with his attire like others.

W is for Whole – would they feel incomplete without you?

You know that the look on dogs' faces whenever you’re gone for only two minutes, they act as if their entire world has returned to them because they would have died had they not, that’s how Galdor feels on the inside when he sees you. Imagine how broken he will be when you’re gone from his life, just imagine a broken-hearted animal. His entire aura diminishes, and he sags. His actions become lethargic, and he eases up on the amount of heart and soul he puts into his work. No ear-splitting smiles or tinkering laughter, it’s now forced smiles and quiet chuckles that sound like scoffing. His other half has left his life and all he is left with are memories – memories he wishes he could hold and talk to and get a response to.

X is for Xtra – (a) random headcanon(s) for them

Every morning you wake, a flower crown lays on your doorstep or vanity with a poetic note attached. Have no fear, Galdor also wears a matching flower crown and hopes that you wear yours that way, the two of you can be a matching couple. Because of this, he’ll ask you what colours you’re going to be wearing the following day so he can make a crown to match your attire.

Y is for Yuck – what are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?

He wouldn’t like an overly aggressive and controlling lover. Galdor ensures that he gives you all the space you require to avoid choking you and hopes you also make time for him. He does his damn best to be the most faithful love to you (and he is) so please don’t attempt to rile him up with pretentious flirtations to make him jealous. Galdor draws the line and isn’t tolerate being belittled because you want to spice things up a bit or you enjoy seeing him jealous and angry. You can say goodbye to his faith and trust in you, so please don’t be someone like that.

Z is for Zzz – what are some sleep habits of theirs?

He sleeps on his back or side and would have you in his arms, either on top of him or curled up at the side. His arms would be lazily thrown over you allowing you to roll around the bed if it pleases you, though he hates when you roll out his arms. Galdor has the tendency to search for your body during the night whenever you roll away from him and once he finds you, he’ll shuffle close to pull you back into his embrace. He does this little grumble when you leave his arms as he snuggles you.

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Mm Galdor *tightens grip on the collar of his tunic, pulling him closer* p-please keep kissing me

A light giggle slipped pass his lips at your plead. He found it cute how much you were whining for his lips when earlier on, you were ignoring him. It wasn't a part of his nature, but it was a fun thing to experiment with, “I don't know about that lossanya, maybe if you beg a little more, I just might.” He teased you with his lips ghosting over yours, gently brushing like feathers over your plush ones.

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {galdor}#galdor #galdor x you #galdor imagine #galdor x reader #galdor aldaron #galdor of the trees #house of the trees #lords of gondolin #gondolin #middle earth imagine

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ebaeschnbliah · 1 year

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‘In this phial is caught the light of Eärendil's star’

`And you, Ring-bearer,' she said, turning to Frodo. `I come to you last who are not last in my thoughts. For you I have prepared this.' She held up a small crystal phial: it glittered as she moved it, and rays of white light sprang from her hand. 'In this phial,' she said, `is caught the light of Eärendil's star, set amid the waters of my fountain. It will shine still brighter when night is about you. May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out. Remember Galadriel and her Mirror! '

Frodo took the phial, and for a moment as it shone between them, he saw her again standing like a queen, great and beautiful, but no longer terrible. He bowed, but found no words to say.

Now the Lady arose, and Celeborn led them back to the hythe. A yellow noon lay on the green land of the Tongue, and the water glittered with silver. All at last was made ready. The Company took their places in the boats as before. Crying farewell, the Elves of Lórien with long grey poles thrust them out into the flowing stream, and the rippling waters bore them slowly away. The travellers sat still without moving or speaking. On the green bank near to the very point of the Tongue the Lady Galadriel stood alone and silent. As they passed her they turned and their eyes watched her slowly floating away from them. For so it seemed to them: Lórien was slipping backward, like a bright ship masted with enchanted trees, sailing on to forgotten shores, while they sat helpless upon the margin of the grey and leafless world.

Even as they gazed, the Silverlode passed out into the currents of the Great River, and their boats turned and began to speed southwards. Soon the white form of the Lady was small and distant. She shone like a window of glass upon a far hill in the westering sun, or as a remote lake seen from a mountain: a crystal fallen in the lap of the land. Then it seemed to Frodo that she lifted her arms in a final farewell, and far but piercing-clear on the following wind came the sound of her voice singing. But now she sang in the ancient tongue of the Elves beyond the Sea, and he did not understand the words: fair was the music, but it did not comfort him.

Yet as is the way of Elvish words, they remained graven in his memory, and long afterwards he interpreted them, as well as he could: the language was that of Elven-song and spoke of things little known on Middle-earth.

Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen, yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron! Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier mi oromardi lisse-miruvóreva Andúnë pella, Vardo tellumar nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni ómaryo airetári-lírinen. Sí man i yulma nin enquantuva? An sí Tintallë Varda Oiolossëo ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortanë, ar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë; ar sindanóriello caita mornië i falmalinnar imbë met, ar hísië untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë. Sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar! Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar. Nai elyë hiruva. Namárië!

`Ah! like gold fall the leaves in the wind, long years numberless as the wings of trees! The long years have passed like swift draughts of the sweet mead in lofty halls beyond the West, beneath the blue vaults of Varda wherein the stars tremble in the song of her voice, holy and queenly. Who now shall refill the cup for me? For now the Kindler, Varda, the Queen of the Stars, from Mount Everwhite has uplifted her hands like clouds, and all paths are drowned deep in shadow; and out of a grey country darkness lies on the foaming waves between us, and mist covers the jewels of Calacirya for ever. Now lost, lost to those from the East is Valimar! Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar. Maybe even thou shalt find it. Farewell! ' Varda is the name of that Lady whom the Elves in these lands of exile name Elbereth.

Suddenly the River swept round a bend, and the banks rose upon either side, and the light of Lórien was hidden. To that fair land Frodo never came again.

The gifts for:

Boromir, Legolas, Merry, Pippin, Sam: ‘I have brought in my ship gifts’

Aragorn: 'Now it is time to drink the cup of farewell.'

Gimli: `And what gift would a Dwarf ask of the Elves?'

JRR Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring, Farewell to Lórien

JRR Tolkien reads ‘Namárië ’:

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‘Namárië ’ - setting by Donald Swann, sung by William Elvin, recorded 1967:

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lunamagicablu · 1 year

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Il canto elfico di Galadriel Ai! laurië lantar lassi sùrinen, Yèni ùnòtimë ve ràmar aldaron! Yèni ve lintë yuldar avànier mi oromandi lisse-miruvòreva Andùnë pella, Vardo tellumar nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni òmaryo airetàri-lìrinen. Si' man i yulma nin enquantuva? An sì Tintallë Varda Oiolossëo ve fanyar màryat Elentàri ortanë ar ilyë tier undulàvë lumbulë; ar sindanòriello caito mornië i falmalinnar imbë met, ar hìsië untùpa Calaciryo mìri oialë. Sì vanwa nà, Ròmello vanwa, Valimar! Namàrië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar. Nai elyë hiruva. Namàrië! Ah! Simili ad oro cadono le foglie al vento, lunghi innumerevoli anni come le ali degli alberi! I lunghi anni sono fuggiti, come rapidi sorsi del dolce idromele, in aerei saloni oltre l'Occidente, sotto le azzurre volte di Varda ove le stelle tremolano al canto della sua voce, una voce sacra di regina. Chi riempirà ormai per me la coppa? Ahimè! la Vampa, Varda, Regina delle Stelle, ha innalzato le sue mani al Monte Semprebianco come nuvole che ascendono al cielo,ed ogni sentiero è immerso nella più cupa oscurità; fuori dalla grigia campagna, il buio sovrasta le onde spumeggianti che ci separano, e la nebbia ricopre per sempre i gioielli di Calicirya. Perso! Perso è ormai Valimar per coloro che vivono a oriente. Addio! Forse un dì tu troverai Valimar. E forse anche tu lo troverai un dì. Addio! Tolkien by SYLVIAsArt *************************** The elven song of Galadriel Ai! laurië lantar lassi sùrinen, Yèni ùnòtimë ve ràmar aldaron! Yèni ve lintë yuldar avànier you command me lisse-miruvòreva Andùnë pella, Vardo tellumar nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni òmaryo airetàri-lirinen. Si 'man i yulma nin enquantuva? An yes Tintallë Varda Oiolossëo ve fanyar màryat Elentàri ortanë ar ilyë tier undulàvë lumbulë; ar sindanòriello caito mornië i falmalinnar imbë met, ar hìsië untùpa Calaciryo mìri oialë. Yes vanwa nà, Ròmello vanwa, Valimar! Namàrië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar. Nai elyë hiruva. Namàrië! Ah! Like gold, the leaves fall in the wind, long countless years like the wings of trees! The long years have fled, like quick sips of sweet mead, in air salons beyond the West, under the blue vaults of Varda where the stars flicker at the song of his voice, a sacred queen's voice. Who will fill the cup for me now? Alas! the Vampa, Varda, Queen of the Stars, has raised her hands to Mount Everwhite like clouds that ascend to the sky, and every path is immersed in the darkest darkness; out of the gray countryside, darkness hangs over the foaming waves that separate us, and mist forever covers the jewels of Calicirya. Lost! Lost is now Valimar for those who live in the east. Goodbye! Maybe one day you will find Valimar. And maybe you too will find it some day. Goodbye! Tolkien by SYLVIAsArt

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bringerofdeathandtheapocolypse · 11 months

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Spoilers for 100 years quest

I don't think I've seen this said anywhere else but has anyone noticed how Merciphobia is the only dragon we've seen that still retains dragon features in their human form.

Like Acno and Irene I get because they were originally human so it at least has some sense as to why they wouldn't have their dragon features transfer over (Although it would be cool if it did tbh)

But Selena and Ignia don't have dragon features. Ignia has his markings but they just look like tattoos.

I'm sure some people know this but I like the idea that dragons in human forms have noticeable aspects. For example, my human form Metalicana still has his little ear fins and scales on his hands. I also like the idea of wings and tails being represented in the outfit they wear with ribbons, capes, ect. Again, My human Metalicana wears a cloak around his shoulders with a trail at the back which is styled similar to his wings.

I honestly might do possible designs for other dragons (I already planned on doing the travel 5) just as a possible option.

I dunno it just feels like they look too human. I know Selene's whole thing is she wants to be human and get rid of dragons but wouldn't that be a bit more fitting if her human form looked less human?

And why is Merciphobia the only one who has his horns carry over? Like why only him. The only one we can't say for sure is Aldaron since he never takes on a human form at any point like the other four. But I still don't understand why Merciphobia is the only one.

Because if it was how they perceive others or themselves then it still doesn't make sense since Merciphobia is pretty content with who and what he is and was pretty chill about the whole ordeal outside of when Touka caused him to act out and he was being attacked by Diablos.

Plus why just horns and the mark on his eye? Like he could have scaled hands but since he's wearing gloves there isn't any way to confirm or deny this. We can't see his ears either so no way to say if he actually does have cool ears which is another idea I like.

Plus markings travelling over is common for dragons. Even for dragonised slayers. It happened for Acno and it is the same for the dragon gods. But markings aren't enough to when not only do they just look like tattoos but Laxus also has a tattoo that could look like a dragon marking because of the design.

Hell, my hybrid Gajeel design and my dragon force designs look more dragon than the canon transformed dragon designs.

#fairy tail #Merciphobia #fairy tail 100 years quest chapter 125 #fairy tail 100 yq #100 years quest #Rant

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the-elusive-soleil · 4 months

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since you've been away, dear

(Set in my modern Silm AU!)

Caranthir glares out his office window, down at the dark and empty storefront across the street. Snow is falling, as it has been on and off all day, and most businesses have been working hard to keep their portions of the sidewalks clear and salted, but this one still has several days worth of snow piled in front of it, and accumulating on the “Haladin Supply Co.” sign that no one’s bothered to take down yet.

He hadn’t even noticed it was there, when it first opened the previous year. Caranthir prided himself on minding his own affairs, and paid little attention to the smaller businesses that came and went in the neighborhood of his office. It had only come to his attention about a year ago, when he was Christmas shopping and needed something for Celegorm.

Let it never be said that Caranthir did not love his brothers--he would kill for them in the unlikely event that the situation called for it--but it was also one of the small pleasures of his life to give them gifts that they would find useful, but just slightly irritating. In Celegorm’s case, this usually meant outdoor gear of any origin other than Celegorm’s sponsor Aldaron LLC. So when he’d spotted that Haladin had an archery section, he’d made a mental note to stop by after work for what he thought would be a quick purchase.

Instead, he’d walked in to find the place overrun with customers, and the only employee in sight, a slight woman with curling blonde hair, nearly run off her feet. He hadn’t meant to help. He’d only snapped at a couple of people who were being particularly rude, and the woman had heard him and decided he must be on her side, and he’d been pressed into service before he quite knew what was happening.

In the course of the evening, he’d learned that the woman’s name was Haleth, and that she was the owner and manager of the place, and that all other employees had called out sick that evening. They’d ended up having a mutual snarking session about the terribleness of people in general, and by the end of it he’d found that he liked her. He didn’t often like people, so this was something of a surprise, but there was something about Haleth’s stubbornness and grit and no-nonsense attitude that appealed to him.

Under normal circumstances, he would never have gone back. It wasn’t like there was anything he needed from an outdoor supply shop besides biannual gifts for his next oldest brother. But he did keep coming back, just to chat with Haleth, and she didn’t seem to mind, seemed to enjoy it, even.

She just was so stressed all the time, trying to keep her business afloat against steep odds, and Caranthir realized, sometime in the late spring, that he wanted to help her. He’d invested in small businesses before, helped them find greater success than they would have on their own through a combination of money and advice. There was no reason at all why he shouldn’t do the same for Haladin, for Haleth.

Except that she apparently took exception to it for some reason. When he offered, her temper flared up as it had never before done at him, and accused him of trying to control her, of thinking that she couldn’t make it on her own. Nothing could have been further from the truth--he just wanted to make her life easier--but she wouldn’t let him explain. Not long thereafter, she’d announced she was going to move locations, and that he shouldn’t try to find her there. He’d sent over a letter of recommendation to deploy if she decided she wanted someone else investing in Haladin, but doesn’t know if she received it, or anything else that might have happened to her.

This year, he’s found another source for his annual needling of Celegorm, but it’s not the same, and consequently he’s found himself glaring at an empty storefront from a dark office on Christmas Eve even though he knows perfectly well that it’s a futile endeavor.

Someone clears their throat behind him, and he turns sharply, thinking it’s his secretary come to nudge him to go home, but the figure silhouetted in the doorway is shorter and slighter, and has her arms tightly crossed in a particular, familiar way.

“So here you are,” Haleth says, flicking the office light on. “Isn’t this a bit dramatic, even for you?”

Caranthir can’t quite breathe. “Haleth,” he manages. “What are you doing here?”

“Giving you a piece of my mind,” she snaps. “Wasn’t it enough that you had to turn mercernary on me, and try to undermine my independence, but you had to try and sabotage me when that didn’t work? I thought you respected me more than that, at least.”

He has to take a moment to confirm that, yes, he did hear all of that correctly. “What?”

“That blasted letter of recommendation! Why I ever used it, I’ll never know, but things got tight this past fall and I...finally went to the Doriath Group.”

This time Caranthir genuinely reels. “You went to Thingol Gray for help instead of me?”

“And a lot of good it did me!” Haleth shoots back. “The moment I name-dropped you, he all but threw me out, and when I tried to find other investors, I found out that he’d poisoned my name with every other possibility.”

Some unnameable, formless emotion tangles in Caranthir’s chest. “So you came to me for help after all?”

“I came to give you a piece of my mind. I haven’t been minding Haladin as I should have been the past few months, and between that and not being able to get help, it’s going to go under--”

“And this is my fault how?” he demands, voice rising without his strictly meaning to. “If you’d just let me help you months ago, this could have all been avoided.”

“If it had been you,” Haleth says, voice laced with venom, “it would have been pity. I don’t need pity. I was looking for a business arrangement, strictly professional, but that’s got no chance now.”

This is such a preposterous statement that Caranthir sputters uncharacteristically for a moment before getting out, “I wasn’t pitying you, I wasn’t trying to do whatever nefarious thing you were imagining, I just wanted to help. I thought that would have been obvious.”

She’s crossed most of the office in the course of their conversation, and now she’s only a few inches away from him, face tilted up to keep eye contact as she glares. “Why would you make an offer like that if it wasn’t out of pity? You’re a lot of things, but you’re not just generous for the sake of it, and don’t try to tell me it was all strictly professional, so why--”

The empty thing that’s lurked in Caranthir’s chest since she disappeared from his life shoves him forward abruptly, and he moves and cups Haleth’s face and kisses her like that can stand for all the words he hasn’t gotten to say.

It takes her a long few moments, in which he could swear she kisses him back, before she breaks away to stare at him like he’s grown a second head. Two or three different sentences seem to die on her tongue before they can be spoken, and finally she says, “That was your idea of a romantic gesture? An investment offer? Really?”

“Not as such,” Caranthir says disjointedly. “I’m not sure I knew that was what it was either at the time. Be fair, this isn’t exactly my strong suit.”

“We’re going to need to get better at communicating,” Haleth mutters, which despite her tone sounds very promising indeed, especially since she follows it up with kissing him again.

“Does this mean,” he asks, when he next gets the opportunity, “that you’re finally going to let me help you?”

She thinks about it for a second. “We would need to set up some conditions,” she says, “especially if we’re going to be doing this,” with a gesture between them, “and a business relationship. But I think, yes. Happy?”

“Ridiculously so,” Caranthir says, and it’s entirely true.

#silmarillion #modern au #caranthir #haleth #caranthir x haleth #halenthir #christmas fluff

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