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thorinsghivashel · 2 months
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Thorin was waiting for Bilbo when he reached the Undying lands, followed by hugs,and confessions. Aule, Mandos and Yavanna and the elves made an exception for them.
I think they have their own afterlife place that either looks like the Bag End or Erebor.
Or they made an exception for Bilbo to be with Thorin in the Halls of Mandos
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tathrin · 8 months
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Hey. Hey, do you ever think about the fact that if Legolas hadn't been stricken by the Sea-Longing, if he had still had "peace under beech [and] elm," he would almost surely not have gone to the Undying Lands until many, many years later, long after all his mortal friends were dead?
Do you ever think about the fact that if he hadn't heard those gulls, if he hadn't spent the whole length of Aragorn's reign plagued by the ache in his heart ever pulling him West, he wouldn't have gone until long after Gimli was dead, too? And Gimli would have surely never even thought about asking to go with him, if Legolas's heart wasn't being ever drawn away by that call; it simply wouldn't have been a thing that would have ever occurred to either of them, without the weight of the Sea-Longing hanging over them both for so many years.
Do you ever think about how the only reason they get to have their forever-ever-after happy ending on the other side of the Sundering Sea is because of the wound that the cry of those gulls lanced through his heart?
Because I do.
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velvet4510 · 8 months
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The fact that Gimli went with Legolas to the Uttermost West is beautiful storytelling in and of itself. Aragorn had just died. Merry and Pippin had died not long ago. Gimli was just sick and tired of saying goodbye to people he loved. He never married, so he had no family tying him to Middle-earth. If Legolas left him there, he wouldn’t really have had anyone left. He would’ve been alone. But by going with Legolas, he didn’t have to say goodbye to his best friend, and indeed, moving to the Undying Lands meant that he was able to say hello to his beloved Galadriel again, and possibly Frodo and Sam if they were still alive by then (I like to believe they were). He had so much more to gain by going than by staying. An inspiration to us all, really, to make sure to keep ourselves surrounded by people we love and who love us, even if that means moving a long distance away to a new home.
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theworldsoftolkein · 1 year
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Grey Havens by Breath Art
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rptv-tolkien · 1 year
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The Grey Havens
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melian-tolkien · 2 years
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Elwe & Melian 
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sapphyreopal5 · 1 year
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The Day I Met the Faye King
Hello my name is Ellie, I am a psychic who does a lot of divination work mainly with a pendulum and printable ABC chart. This is how I obtain a lot of my information that is not otherwise available through books, internet searching, scholarly texts, etc. In this particular post I am sharing about the day I saw/met the Faye King about 16 years ago. On a summer day in 2007, I was at a state park with my family. At one point while we were at this park, we were standing near an open field with some trees in the distance. While my family were talking to each other, I turned another direction and I saw a man standing on a rock looking across the field at the trees in the distance. He had long blonde hair that was partially pulled back in a ponytail, and was wearing a white dress robe, brown boots, and had slightly pointed ears. Looking at him, it looked like he was glowing. I couldn't make out his face as I was a bit too far away to see him up close and I was seeing his side profile. I really couldn't believe my eyes but I also found it hard to look away. I was completely mesmerized when I saw this man and in complete awe. I felt a profound sense of joy looking at this man. Like a fool, I thought to myself when looking at him "marry me". After I had this thought, I looked away for a second back at my family who for some reason were oblivious to the fact this beautiful man was standing on this rock. When I turned back around he was still there for a moment.
When I looked back again and then turned around once more the man was gone. Not much longer later my family and I continued walking through this park. A little later before we left the park, my mother said one of the strangest things I've ever heard. She started to talk about "seeing turkeys on the water". Mind you, my mother is not someone who "sees things" nor does she have a history of hallucinations or any medical history indicating schizophrenia or other illnesses of the sort. This is one reason why we were so puzzled when she kept insisting she is seeing turkeys on the water. What on Earth could she be talking about, there weren't even any birds in sight nor was there any water nearby.
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For some reason I felt heartbroken when I saw he was gone. I couldn't understand for the life of me why I felt like he left me. I never felt as much happiness in my life as I did in those 7 minutes or so I was looking at him. I'm sad to admit that as of today (3/18/2023) this moment was still the happiest 7 minutes of my life. I have seen him a few other times since that day 16 years ago. All of these incidents were times when I was nearby a wooded area. There have been some other times where I felt like someone was watching me (not in a creepy way but in a loving, protective way). The last time I saw him was last summer when I was driving to pick my son up from my parents' house after an overnight stay. He was running around in a wooded area near my house. He also mentioned to me that I'm the only mortal person he has ever shown his true self to. Others tend to see just a bright light or something else in a dream or vision or something.
When I saw like I fool I said marry me, it turns out the man who is a guide of mine was able to hear me thinking this. I admittedly keep asking him things like "Why did you leave me on Earth? Why couldn't you bring me with you? Why did you even show up only to disappear and leave me to live this life I don't really like at all?" Just today as I am writing this (although he has said this many times in past readings too), he said to me "I heard you say 'marry me' the first time you saw me at that park with your family. When you're done with your mission on Earth, I will marry you." He always tells me that he has a physical incarnation on Earth that needs me who "will come to me when you are both done with your life on Earth".
This is where I tell you that "The Undying Lands" where the Faye King I am speaking about here lives is called Vanalfheim. In Norse Cosmology 2 realms called Vanaheim (Vanir gods) and Alfheim (light elves) are discussed. It turns out they are both one and the same realm called Vanalfheim, aka one of "The Undying Lands" (called this in the Lord of the Rings movies), and Avalon in Supernatural. Interestingly enough, I discovered just today (3/18/2023), one of the cities in the Lord of the Rings' Valinor is called Avallónë, which in some of J.R.R Tolkien's books is known as "Haven of the Gods". There was also a War of the Wrath in J.R.R Tolkien's texts where Men, Elves and Valar fight against Morgoth aka Melkor.
A divination reading I got from the Faye King back towards the start of January (I want to say perhaps 1/5/2023 or so) where he said "Really, Avalon is only part of the Faye realm. There's a reason it is separate from the rest of the Faye realm, as it did get invaded by unwelcome guests from Earth" when I asked why there was war in Supernatural's Oz (which is part of Avalon) as mentioned by Charlie since the Faye realm is in reality alive, well and thriving with no war. It seems this in Supernatural's Avalon for control of Emerald City against the Wizard is very similar to the War of Wrath against The Lord of the Dark Melkor but the victors differ (dark Charlie and evil Wizard won in Supernatural, Elves and allies won in Tolkien's world).
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For some further reading https://supernatural.fandom.com/wiki/Avalon https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valinor https://norse-mythology.org/cosmology/the-nine-worlds/alfheim/ https://norse-mythology.org/cosmology/the-nine-worlds/vanaheim/
https://lotr.fandom.com/wiki/Melkor
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nuzgulpaddock · 1 year
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an elf who transitioned after the rest of their family died or returned to Valinor, crossing the Sea 1000+ years later and knowing that none of the people they're reuniting with will recognize them and their new name. is there some kind of ceremony for re-introducing yourself? or can elves just recognize you by your soul anyway? ...or, alt: would you fuck with people by asking for gossip about yourself to see what they'll say before telling them who you are? elves with 1000+ year transitions pls
Great thoughts, anon. So many wonderful options to play around with there, we love it.
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tenth-sentence · 1 year
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The Eldar they summoned to return into the West, and those that hearkened to the summons dwelt in the Isle of Eressëa; and there is in that land a Haven that is named Avallónë, for it is of all cities the nearest to Valinor, and the tower of Avallóne is the first sight that the mariner beholds when at last he draws nigh to the Undying Lands over the leagues of the Sea.
"The Silmarillion" - J.R.R. Tolkien
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grondds-and-roses · 1 year
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Tolkien really said samwise gamgee is my favourite character and I will make sure that all of you know that <3
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perplexingly · 5 months
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"East of the sun west of the moon" is such an incredibly good line even Tolkien had to use it 🤭
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ancientbread · 1 year
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I am simply choosing to believe that gimli became immortal in valinor
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tathrin · 1 year
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This doesn’t feel nearly complete enough to be worth posting a whole entry on AO3 for, but I don’t know what else to do with it so...have another fic-snippet, tumblr folks.
This one is set in the Undying Lands shortly after Legolas and Gimli break down the doors of heaven with the power of their love arrive and is inspired by this weird idea I had once about elves and food. And also, unintentionally but unsurprisingly, by Tamora Pierce’s Realms of the Gods.
❧ Ever The Taste of Ashes In Our Mouths ☙
Legolas took a bite of the apple and was so startled he spit it back out.
"What—that—!?"
"Ah!" Angmeril looked torn between amusement and apology. "I had forgotten. Yes," she said, "things taste…different, here in Aman."
Legolas held the apple out before him and stared at it, as though it might be about to transform into some strange and treacherous shape. Gimli looked quickly back and forth between his stricken face and the fruit.
"What is it?" he asked. "What's wrong?"
Legolas shook his head, apparently beyond words.
Gimli looked down at the plate of food in his hands and slowly, carefully, eased it back onto the long table.
"Do not be afraid!" Angmeril told him. "You can eat it. Just—perhaps eat less than you think you want, to start with? The taste can be…" Her smooth, beardless face did something complicated as though she were struggling against some terrible weight to find her words. "Overpowering," she said at last.
"Overpowering," Legolas repeated numbly. "Yes."
Gimli looked at the apple in his hand. The archer's fingers were gripped as tight upon the round red fruit as they had ever been upon his bow.
Galadriel drifted over. Gimli noticed her at once, of course; even here in the Blessed Realms, her presence was like a sunrise. He turned towards her like a flower moving to face the morning's light.
"The Queen of Greenwood speaks the truth, Lockbearer," she told him. Gimli did not see the grimace pass across Angmeril's face at Galadriel's use of her long-defunct title, but he knew it was there; it was always there, when anyone referred to Legolas's mother by anything but her own unadorned name. "Nothing here will harm you, but until you are used to the bounty of Aman it would be prudent for you to exercise moderation."
"I know not why I am surprised, my lady," Gimli said, bowing over a warm smile, "to find that the food here is different than it is in Middle-earth, when even the light itself shines so much more brightly than it ever did at home."
"Different, yes," Galadriel said. "This is almost—almost!—what fruit tasted like before the Fall of the Two Trees," she told them, and her smile held a sadness so ancient as to be almost unfathomable. "All food since then," she explained in answer to Gimli's startled look, "has tasted a little of ashes and loss to elven tongues. Even now, I can taste the trace of ashes in the fruit of Aman—but less, so much less, than that which is grown in the ravaged soil of Middle-earth. Ah, but you," Galadriel continued, cupping a gentle hand around Legolas's cheek, "you have never tasted food from before the Fall, have you child? So you would not know."
She drifted away, leaving Legolas staring after her with wide eyes.
"Well," Gimli said, "I'm going to find out."
He took the apple from Legolas's unprotesting hands and bit off a hearty chunk. He almost choked on the sudden explosion of taste upon his tongue. "This—but this—!" he cried, rather incoherently before managing to swallow. It was an apple, yes, but an apple such as he had never dreamed of before; or an apple, perhaps, that was the very essence of every dream of apples distilled to its strongest, purest essence. He had never tasted the like, and did not know if he would dare ever to again for fear of how it sent him reeling.
The sound of Hobbitish laughter helped to ground him again, and he turned to find old Bilbo walking up, his smile bright and his small eyes gleaming with mischief. "Ah, the first taste! You'll never quite forget that shock, lads," he told them. He looked up at Angmeril. "What did they start with?"
"Apples."
Bilbo's grin broadened. "Apples! That's a very good one. Apples, yes I like that. A splendid choice. Poor Sam, the first thing he put in his mouth when he got here was some of Frodo's potatoes. I thought he was never going to stop crying, thinking that Frodo had so outpaced him in the cooking department!" The old Hobbit chuckled. "It was quite a nasty trick to pull on him, although utterly unintentional of course. He can still barely eat potatoes without grumbling about it."
Gimli laughed and clapped Bilbo on the back. "Well, given that one bite of an apple was enough to nearly knock me off my feet, I'm not sure I'm quite up to Samwise's potatoes yet—but tell him that as soon as I can get myself settled, I'll be more than happy to taste his efforts and delight in them. It has been far too long since I've eaten Hobbit cooking!"
"I can see that just by looking at you, Master Gimli," Bilbo retorted. "But we'll soon get you sorted-out, never you fear. You and your longshanks there!"
Still chuckling, the Hobbit ushered the dwarf away to one of the other tables, no doubt eager to watch him sputter over some other overpowering delicacy of the Undying Lands.
Legolas turned to his mother. "I—I never realized—!"
"That the world you lived in was full of ashes?" Angmeril said gently. "Yes, my little leaf. Ashes and regrets—but joy, too. Was there not joy, too? Bright as Aman is, it has never held the sort of joy that Middle-earth did for me, ashes or no ashes." She clutched his shoulder, her worried eyes fixed on his face. "And you were happy there, weren't you? We tried so hard to see that you were happy."
"Of course I was happy, naneth," Legolas said, sounding almost indignant at the question even as he wrapped his arms around her. "How could anyone fail to be happy under our trees?"
Angmeril thought of all the stories she had heard of the Greenwood since she had been forced from Middle-earth's shores, all the grim whispers and dark tales brought over the Sea after her about Shadow creeping through the trees and driving her people ever farther from the rotten heart of Dol Guldur, the dark citadel that laired like a great and terrible spider in their woods; she thought of the steady trickle of wounded elves sailing to join her here, with their stories of constant battles against fell creatures and fouler things that her people had been forced to fight without her; the battles that her son had grown-up knowing as the only way of life there was. She thought of her Thranduil, desperately trying to hold the Shadow at bay and keep their people safe in the heart of that darkness; thought of her family left behind, beyond the reach of her love or her protection, ever fighting against the dark that had driven her from them. And she thought of her people telling her also of Legolas laughing in those dark trees, unafraid.
She smiled. "I truly do not know."
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velvet4510 · 2 months
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theworldsoftolkein · 5 months
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Elves - by Kagalin
Galadriel, Celeborn, Legolas, Thranduil, Elrond, Arwen, Elladan & Elrohir(LOTR)
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rptv-tolkien · 2 years
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Haven of Alqualonde
by Sue Porter
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