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glorfyndel:

I wanted to practice character expressions and someone on the tolkien chat suggested I draw Maedhros so I combined the two and did some sketching
the younger this elf is the happier he looks

It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered, full of darkness and danger they were. Sometimes you didn’t want to know the end, because how could the end be happy. How could the world go back to the way it was when there’s so much bad that had happened? But in the end it’s only a passing thing, this shadow; even darkness must pass.

Dor-lómin was the southwestern part of Hithlum, bordered in the east by the Mountains of Mithrim, and in the north by the river which formed the Rainbow Cleft, also known as Annon-in-Gelydh. It was first colonised by the Noldor shortly after they arrived in Middle-earth, and for a long time was ruled by Fingon son of Fingolfin, before he took over as High King of the Noldor after his father was killed.

By this time the Edain known as the House of Marach had entered Beleriand, and Fingon granted them the land of Dor-lómin as a fief.After the Nirnaeth Arnoediad (“Battle of Unnumbered Tears”), the House of Hador was destroyed or scattered, and Easterlings dwelt in Dor-lómin.

Like the rest of Hithlum it was destroyed during the War of Wrath.

Anonymous

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*emotional gasp* I’m… very glad that I can somehow make you happy, dear. Thank you. :)

ringbearing:

Silmarillion mood boards (4/?)

~Remember Him~

star-vault-ofthe-heavens:

            She came sweeping into the large, airy sitting room, a smile resting easily on her lips. Her vibrant red hair was artfully pinned up onto the top of her head, a pair of jeweled pins holding the twisting locks in their intricate bun. The dress she wore was simple enough in cut and cloth, although fine embroidery had been worked into the collar and the edges of the trailing sleeves. A thin belt made of interwoven links of gold lay on her hips, and her slippers made barely a rustle upon the tiled floor.

            He rose and bowed as she drew near. “My lady Nerdanel,” he murmured.

            “No need for such formalities,” Nerdanel replied, her tone kind. But even so, he could not help but sense an underlying current of…what? Bitterness? Anger? Annoyance? He could not say. “I apologize for having kept you.” She did not expound.

            She sat, and motioned for him to do likewise. He perched on the edge of the couch, folding his hands in his lap as his eyes fell upon the lady sitting across from him. Silence fell, awkward and heavy, as the two regarded each other carefully.

            “I came to bring you something,” he said at last, trying to swallow the sick, dry feeling in his mouth. He fought to keep from grimacing at the harsh, strained quality of his voice. “To return that which is yours by rights. I have kept it carefully, until I could bring it hence to you.” He reached down and lifted the leather case from beside his feet, resting it on his knees as he unbuckled the clasps.

            He drew out a small, silver harp, and then held it out to Nerdanel. He could hear her gasp, her breath catching in her throat, but he did not look up at her face. Not yet. He was not certain he could bear to.

            “Is this…” Nerdanel began, hands reaching out to take the harp.

            “It is,” he said, once more trying to hold his voice steady. “Maglor left it in my tent on the night that he…that he left.”

            She cradled the harp, fingers dancing across the silver wood, and at last he chanced a look up. Her eyes were hidden by her bowed head, and yet by the ever so slight tremble in her hands, he could sense that she was fighting to control her emotions just as much as he.

            “You have taken good care of it,” she noted. Her voice was surprisingly steady, and yet he thought he could sense, somewhere beneath the iron control, a note of amazement. Of shock perhaps, as if she could hardly believe such a thing. And in an instant, he understood.

            “Your son was a good man,” he said, suddenly rising and going to kneel beside her, “no matter what any others may say. When my mother abandoned me and my brother, your son took us and cared for us.” He settled a hand on her arm, stilling her restless movements. “We loved him, in our own way,” he said softly. “He was not the evil beast that he is so often made out to be.”

            Nerdanel looked up at him, and he was startled to see that her eyes were open and unveiled, giving him an unguarded look into her heart. He saw pain and sorrow there, hidden beneath years – thousands of years – of time. But he also saw joy, and laughter, and a brightly burning flame that seared away darkness and despair. He saw anger, and with that a dominating will powerful enough to command even the greatest of Elves.

            Her hand cupped his cheek, and he blinked, looking back to her as her mask slid back into place. And then she smiled at him, but gone was the hard steel beneath the gesture.

            “I thank you, Eärendilion,” she said softly. “Both for your words and for your gift. But I can only accept one.” She carefully lifted the harp, and then placed it in his hands once more. “My son gave this into your keeping,” she said. “He trusted you with his most prized possession, and I will not be the one to break my son’s trust. It is yours, until he returns to claim it for himself. I only ask one thing,” she went on.

            “Anything,” he replied instantly, cradling the harp carefully.

            “Play for me?” she asked, and once more the veil lifted from her eyes, and he could see down into her heart. And then, even more softly, “Help me to remember?”

            “Of course,” he said. And, smiling, Elrond, the youngest prince of the Noldor and the heir of Thingol, sat at Nerdanel’s feet, and he played for her.

Young Maglor, Celegorm and Maedhros by Kamuna via Dreamworlds.ru

Anonymous

hi!! that female elven warriors gifset is amazing!! could you maybe possibly tell me what movie is the first and fifth gif from??

Hiii! Yaaayy thank you sooo much! And let me use this answer to thank everyone who liked/reblogged this gifset and said very nice things in the tags. ;___; <33 It took me waaay too much time (surprisingly?) and i’m really happy that you like it guys. :) 

For the first gif I used Arya from the Eragon movie and a scene from the Fellowship of the Ring. Fifth one is a woman from the Forbidden Kingdom movie with elven archers from the new BOFA trailer.

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adambrownslefttesticle:

me @ orlando bloom rn

Female Elven Warriors.

boromirs:

He had seen the horror of Mordor and could not forget it.

hattedhedgehog:

In BoFA, instead of Tauriel dying in the battle with Kili, I want her to survive and make it a personal mission to return Kili’s rune stone to his mother. Even if she travels to the Blue Mountains by herself, I just want Tauriel to step out of the boundary of the forest and cross that gap of adversity between elves and dwarves, and assure Dís that Kili thought of home and was brave and loved.

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