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camille-lachenille · 6 months
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I precise it’s a piece of jewellery you can wear either daily or only for special occasions like weddings, you choose!And there isn’t a ‘none’ option because this isn’t a post for cowards.
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velvet4510 · 6 days
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ettelenethelien · 3 months
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What must have Galadriel been thinking when she saw her brother's ring upon her granddaughter's finger?
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ayaosguqin · 2 months
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King of Nargothrond , Five Act Tragedy
“I go now to my long rest in the timeless halls beyond the seas and the Mountains of Aman. It will be long ere I am seen among the Noldor again; and it may be that we shall not meet a second time in death or life, for the fates of our kindreds are apart. Farewell!' He died then in the dark, in Tol-in-Gaurhoth, whose great tower he himself had built.
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Link to my Ko Fi
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thestaroffeanor · 1 month
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King of Nargothrond, Finrod Felagund
Or the unfortunate boy that earned himself a very stupid nickname with me during the process of this portrait... thing xD
I'm so sorry, he's actually pretty badass, but that didn't stop my sleep deprived mind
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greenlaut · 1 year
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on the way ! ✩°。⋆⸜ 🎧
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neldeathstar · 3 months
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🌹The oath of
Finrod to Barahir🌹
"Late in the night, in the night your shadow falls between us Nevermore, never know There, memories are sorrow, When there's no tomorrow
Sleep while the sweet sorrow wakes my daydream Sleep while you think of me with Kindness, please remember former days Sweet the song that once we sang, the silent parting ways
And you know, and you know And you know, long ago when first we made our promise"
//Gentle Giant- Think of me with kindness
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southfarthing · 9 months
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the hands of the king are the hands of a healer... Aragorn bringing Eowyn back to life from beneath the shadow of the black breath, his hand bearing the ring of Barahir... the ring that Finrod gave to Barahir as an oath to aid him in return after Barahir saved Finrod's life... the ring that played a part in the story of Beren and Luthien, and Elrond and Elros, and Numenor and Gondor, and Arwen and Aragorn himself... the ring of Barahir, kinsman of Andreth... Andreth, to whom Finrod's parting words were, "Whither you go may you find light. Await us there, my brother – and me." ... and then Eowyn, in the houses of healing:
And suddenly her winter passed, and the sun shone on her. 
'I stand in Minas Anor, the Tower of the Sun,' she said; 'and behold! the Shadow has departed!'
pity and hope and healing... light and love......
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eleanoraborealis · 1 year
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The Rescue
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queensabriel · 4 months
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Finrod would have loved Aragorn so much
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eldamaranquendi · 1 year
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Legendarium by  Christopher Nelson
Sauron: The First Age
"Sauron was become now a sorcerer of dreadful power, master of shadows and of phantoms, foul in wisdom, cruel in strength, misshaping what he touched, twisting what he ruled, lord of werewolves; his dominion was torment."
Revealed
"Then Sauron stripped from them their disguise, and they stood before him naked and afraid. But though their kinds were revealed, Sauron could not discover their names or their purposes."
Gaze of the Balrog
Finrod Felagund
Finrod, also known fully as Finrod Felagund, was a Ñoldorin Elf who was born in Aman, He was King of Nargothrond and the eldest son of Finarfin and Eärwen, and the brother of Galadriel, Angrod and Aegnor. Finrod was one of the noblest elves of the House of Finarfin and a friend of Men.
Finrod` oarth to Barahir
"It was Barahir of the House of Bëor who saved his life, and Finrod swore an oath of abiding friendship and aid in every need to Barahir and all his kin. As a token he gave Barahir his ring, which became known as the Ring of Barahir."
Minas Tirith of Beleriand
Minas Tirith was the tower on the island of Tol Sirion that guarded the Pass of Sirion. It was built by Finrod Felagund to prevent the forces of Morgoth from invading Beleriand from the plains of Ard-galen.
Isle of Werewolves
After Finrod built Nargothrond, he handed over control of the watchtower of Minas Tirith to his nephew, Orodreth, before it was captured by Sauron and renamed Tol-in-Gaurhoth, the "Isle of Werewolves".
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anghraine · 10 months
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It's time to ask the most pressing LOTR question of them all:
Faramir is excluded to give other Stewards a chance because he was only briefly Ruling Steward.
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*Best means what it means to you!
**Movie Denethor does not count for the purposes of this poll.
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velvet4510 · 10 days
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I’ve read some criticisms that Beren doesn’t listen to Lúthien and keeps trying to leave her behind even when she’s proven herself capable … and I’m like … are you even aware of Beren’s life story?
This man has lost everything he’s ever loved.
He had to part ways with his mother and sister for their safety, and then came back from a hunt to find his entire clan brutally murdered, including his father. He tracked down those responsible to take revenge and get his father’s ring back, because what else could he do? What purpose did he have without his family and his comrades? What was the use when the enemy was hunting him down 24/7? While his survival instincts won out, he was still a man who had no hope, afraid of love and attachment after what he’d lost, completely alone and isolated for years.
Then he met Lúthien. And she made him want to live. She gave him something to fight for: her. He found a new purpose, a new dream: he could be her husband, he could give her love and a family, happiness and freedom, everything she deserves.
He invoked Finrod’s promise to his father just so he could achieve his new goal…and how did that turn out? His entire group of helpers got captured and killed, because of him, including his dear friend. Every time he gets attached to someone in the heat of danger, he loses them. Every time. The poor guy must feel like he’s cursed.
And suddenly here’s Lúthien, in the middle of Sauron’s fortress, targeted by the sons of Fëanor, vowing to follow him into the lion’s mouth to end all lion’s mouths that is Angband.
And Beren just…can’t bear it. She is his hope, his light, his love, his Tinúviel…he can’t let that “curse” on him affect her. He can’t drag her into further danger when that has spelled doom for everyone else he’s loved. Not when the enemy has proven time and again that he can and will conquer everyone Beren cares for, no matter how strong.
He pushes her away not because he doesn’t respect her, but because he does.
He insists that she go back to Doriath and he go on alone, NOT because he thinks she can’t handle herself - he knows her far too well to believe that - but because he can’t lose her too.
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ayaosguqin · 1 year
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“When you save a thousand something year old elf , who is all sunshine and smiles”
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fistfuloflightning · 3 months
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When Curufin first sees the Nauglamir about the throat of the upstart king, it is Celegorm of all her brothers who keeps her from slaying Dior in his own throne room. They had come to treat for the silmaril, but even as the Oath eats away at her the longer she looks at it, all she can feel is rage.
It was a mortal who desecrated her husband’s city, pillaged her husband’s treasures, and it was an elf lord who took them and turned them into a mockery. Thingol had once called Arafinwe’s children kin, but through his greed he spat upon Finrod’s grave. It is a pity Thingol died when he did—Curufin can only hope the dwarves butchered him thoroughly on her behalf.
It is Finrod’s gift about the peredhel’s neck, and she wishes it were her hands. She knows every strand of gold and mithril, every jewel and crystal strung in glittering pendants. Green stones that Feanor had gifted them on their wedding day, two of which Curufin had wrought into a serpentine ring. Golden stones that glowed with the trapped light of Curufin’s forges, a meager attempt at replicating her father’s works. Shimmering pearls Earwen had crowned her son and grandson with at Celebrimbor’s birth. All these he had brought from Aman—treasures that he had been unable to be parted from, and that he had carried with him even over the Grinding Ice. That the dwarves had painstakingly crafted into a gift for him that he wore until the day he parted from Curufin for the last time.
It is her father’s silmaril the peredhel wears, but it is also her husband’s legacy. And when Dior turns them away and shuts them out of Doriath, she can only mourn all over again.
She continues to lose him, piece by piece. The things they created together—their children, their craftsmanship—all unraveling. And she can feel herself doing the same.
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airendis · 11 months
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My precious...)))
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