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Thank you for this Lord father, I didn't expect such a beautiful answer. 🖤🫂

Lord Father, were you born beneath the light of the Trees, or under the stars before them?

That is a time so long ago, I hardly know if I can recall. *I sit pensive with a look of determination. Wading through the many lifetimes of memories is quite the task. However, my eyes suddenly widen.*

Yes! It was actually closer to twilight. When the day bids the earth goodnight, and the last sprinkle of sunshine closes its eyes, only for stars to dust across the sky. I believe that is how it was.

It is fitting for one such as myself. I feel as one who walks between darkness and the light, should be born during such a time. Perhaps it was that day that prophesized my current life? *I take a moment to think deeply about all the implications. I nod in agreement with myself* Yes I do believe so.

I recall watching the sun sink often as a child. I still do even to this day. It is like the dawn for my children and I now. *But I can't deny the yawn that escapes my lips. Perhaps as of late my body and soul yearn for the break of day far more than I'd like to admit.*

*Still a look of bliss draws itself over my face as I remember kinder days.* Oh to have such again. Perhaps this can be a reality one day? Though be it in a different sort of way. *I long for the bliss nostalgia brings*

*I shake my head.* I must look to the future. The twilight is where I will find the most peace of mind. Perhaps, other answers I seek can be found there? It is written for me since my birth. So let it be.

*I begin to think of all that has been going wrong. All that I have done that has caused problems for others.* I think I will look for solutions at twilight time.

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🤣🤣🤣 👆 is the boss

Happy Spring Hi-Hi Kawaii King!

I like to think your basket is definitely blue with a lot of blue eggs!

Thank you, @wowstrawberrycow this is absolutely adorable!! 🐰🎨✨

The art, the detail... The… bunny. 🐇 I am genuinely touched. 👑💙✨🫡 Thank you so much! . . I… I have questions. 🫣

Am I being… offered to the bunny? 🎁🐇 Is this a ritual?? 🕯️🥚 Am I the gift?? 🎀😳 Oh Valar... the candy IS flying  🍬💨💥 Then chaos. Utter chaos:

Elrond bows to the egg and says, "So… when’s the ribbon-cutting?" Then LAUGHS. Drops his teacup. ☕💥 ROLLS. INTO. A WALL. 💥🤣🧱 Dignity: none. Volume: maximum. ( Ha. Ha. 👑 )

Galadriel just says, "The Fluffle has chosen."🐣🌿 (Wait. What??) She sets an egg on my desk. Winks. Walks away. 🥚😉🚶‍♀️ The egg vibrates. Slightly. It… blinks. I think it's blinking (Why do things keep blinking at me?!)

I am afraid. 😐✨ The egg radiates authority. 🥚🌟 The crown bows. I bow. 👑➡️🙏 (I didn’t mean to!!)

In any case... this is canon now. 📜 I fear the bunny has formed a council. 🐰👥 The eggs are voting. 🗳️🥚 The crown is… facilitating. 👑✅ Why. Why is this my life. 👑🍬

…But truly, thank you, @wowstrawberrycow. It's chaotic. It's adorable. It's perfect. I love it. 💙👑✨

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Passing the phone, to all my lovely moots @littlemissaccurate @greenleaf4stuff @ghost-of-morrowbright @hikarielizabethbloom @daughterofthesunlands @gauntletgirlie @valar-did-me-wrong @cottoncandiescupcakes

Passing the phone tag game

Rules:

Tag your moots and other random ppl and if any comply they have to reblog with a scenario and tag others

Passing the phone who believes we should respect the fact that marvel gave us a strong independent Aro/ace female character

@immastealyourfood @annathemcuandstlover @thatone-midgardian @narwhals-randomness @thund3randrain @alliestatefanficworld @lucegoose-the-second @thescarleteevee @crazyinlovewithfandoms

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Yes… Adar can absolutely dissolve you with one stare. And you’ll thank him for it. 🖤🖤

Why do you look at everyone like you want to kill/fuck/marry them all in one go?

😘

*His cheeks blush slightly and his eyes widen in embarrassment* I'm unaware of what you mean.

*He suddenly is aware that hundreds of his children's eyes are blinking curiously at him. He back tracked his thoughts.* What am I doing... Regardless of how insignificant the question I ought to set a good example for my children via honesty.... As it is the best policy.

*He sighs and rubs his temples looking to the side with a typical stone expression. However his cheeks grow redder* What I meant to say is that not all whom are greeted with my intense gaze are... *He pauses finding his words* Well, I don't wish to kill everyone one who meets my intense gaze.

It gets rather lonely. I yearn for a companion to share my... *He clears his throat* personal time with.

I don't recall feeling so awkward even in casual situations. How embarrassing... No wonder my children lack social skills. They must have learned it from me! *He laments inwardly.* It has been far too long since I've seen civil company on a regular basis..... *He shakes off his thoughts.*

*He clears his throat again. Then speaks honestly* Outsiders find Mordorian flirtation off putting.

For example, keeping eye contact is a sign of deep intimacy. And to do so amidst battle is to recognize the other as an equal. That is the highest sort of intimacy that is acceptable for the public to witness. One might say it is akin to hair braiding in other cultures. *His cheeks darken as he speaks*

*His eyes soften as he recalls how beautifully Elrond's eyes sparkled when they met amidst the carnage. They gleamed with strength and endless kindness.*

-Flashback-

*Then he recalls Arondir... Such a handsome glow-hmmmm.*

Glug- *Raises a brow in response to his Lord Father's relaxed daydream like expression* Sir?

Adar- *He is brought back by his son's confused voice* Yes, well... Let's say our dinner customs are also needing work. Inviting strangers from a new land and keeping them in place also did not seem go as swimmingly as I expected. *He makes a face of disgust as he remembers his meeting with Galadriel* She did not see the binding as a gesture of binding as a way of being bound to the dinner host as we do in Mordor.

-Flashback-

*He sighs and continues* My chances with her are rather slim.

*He shakes off the unease as he speaks of her* I believe that answer should be as good as any. Enjoy the rest of your visit in Mordor. I have other matters of which I must attend to. *He stands from his throne and walks away in haste out of sight*

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Spreading the stardust

Sprinkling some Stardust onto my moots heads to transfer all the smut ideas I have for various rop characters into their brains

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Denial the best strategy 😂

TROP x social media text posts (screenshots via cap-that.com) (my other trop memes)

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🤗 thank you for tagging me @greenleaf4stuff @askereiniongilgalad and @starstruck-mortal

No pressure tag @valar-did-me-wrong @gauntletgirlie @ohno-elrond @partfae @cottoncandiescupcakes @wantingsweetmeringues

haaii i saw this quiz n i immediately thought abt u ! https://uquiz.com/quiz/fOjkwO?p=5742788

Ahh this was fun! Thank you for sharing!

Which Little Jellycat are you?

I got this and it is accurate...

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Elrond in s2e4:

Galadriel in s2e4:

Context. This is the aftermath of Lexi founding out her former (girl)friend was actually a wannabe tyrant ready to destroy the world 😂 and she, her future husband and they're merry group of friends have to stop her!

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Thanks for the tag @ghost-of-morrowbright @daughterofthesunlands @askereiniongilgalad @small-carbon-lifeform

tagging no pressure @gauntletgirlie @valar-did-me-wrong @partfae @greenleaf4stuff and all my other moots! 🫶🫶

Thank you for the hug @ghost-of-morrowbright and @askereiniongilgalad 🤗🫂❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Tagging @gauntletgirlie @sailon-ishmael @numenoria @mcpayne @marshmellin @dilettantefeminist @partfae @inkdusth and all my other moots! 🫂💙

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Illustrations from J.R.R Tolkien's THE LORD OF THE RINGS and THE HOBBIT, painted by the legendary Brothers Hildebrandt (from the 70s and 80s)

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I wish we could have moooore lore about this.

Ingaran,

Can you please tell us the backstory of Aeglos? When did you start using it, and why is it your weapon of choice?

What the Frost Remembers

My friend, many tales surround Aeglos, but this I know: it was born in fire and tempered in ice. Forged not in war, but in the quiet before it, by hands that knew what was coming. A shield in the shape of a spear, meant not for conquest, but for defense.

Once, it was wielded by a king before me. But history is not as whole as we wish it to be, and the full tale of Aeglos is obscured by time. What is known is this: it was raised in defiance of the dark. And then, in the ruin of war, it was lost. For years, it was thought gone forever. Or so I thought.

But Círdan, wise as he is patient, knew better. When others mourned, he searched. He walked through the battlefield until he found it, wreathed in frost, untouched by time, waiting to be wielded once more. And he kept it, not as a relic, nor as a weapon for war, but as something greater: a trust not yet ready to be claimed.

I did not wield Aeglos as a child, nor as a youth. Not when I first took up arms, nor when I proved myself in battle. Only when I was crowned High King did Círdan come to me. He stood before me in the golden light of the harbor, spear in hand, and said:

“This was not meant to be lost. And neither are you.”

And so, I took up Aeglos, not to reclaim the past, but to carry it forward. When I first held it, I felt its weight in my hands. Not just the weight of steel, but of what it meant to bear arms at all. To hold the past, and the duty that came with it. To swear that if I must wield it, then it will be for something greater than myself.

For those who fought and fell, though their names are lost to time.

For those whose swords and spears carved the road I walk.

For those who did not seek war, but met it all the same.

Aeglos was made for war, but it is not war itself. And if it must be raised, then let it be raised in defense, in defiance, and in the name of all who stood before, whose hands bore steel, whose voices are now silent, but whose courage remains.

And if I fall, if Aeglos is lost once more, then I can only hope that someone, somewhere, will walk through the echoes of battle and know:

It was never just the weapon that mattered.

It was the hands that held it, and what they held it for. Yours Gil-galad

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thank you for the tag @small-carbon-lifeform (lol at jelly, it happens the same to me) I’m 5’4” (164cm), though I´m still the shorter one in my house :3

no pressure tags @cottoncandiescupcakes @valar-did-me-wrong @greenleaf4stuff and anyone else who wants to play!

@ mutuals rb this w how tall you are i wanna know

i’m 4’11

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( I’m sorry, Ingaran, I couldn’t help it, but this fits perfectly. 🤣🤣🤣)

What other colors would you wear besides gold?

My dear questioner... what wouldn't I wear? 👑✨ The possibilities are endless!! Imagine... When words fail. 📝❌ When diplomacy crumbles. ⚖️💥 When all seems lost. 😱🫠

The colors activate. 💥🌈 Like a tactical response. 🎯 Like divine intervention. 🌟

Like a Kool-Aid superpower. 🥤💥🔥

1- 💖 Pink - The “I Will Absolutely Get My Way” Kool-Aid Effect 💕👑 Flavor: Bubblegum power. (or: Oops, did I just manipulate you?)

“Please? you wouldn’t deny me, would you?” 🥺🥺🥺👑 (A tactical nuke of charm)

Elrond folds instantly. 🫠📜 (Poor boy never stood a chance.) Galadriel mutters but obeys. 😒 (She KNOWS this game. And she HATES it.) Celebrimbor: Signs before realizing what happened. ✒️😵 (He blacked out.) Círdan just sighs and gives him a knowing look. 🍷 (He’s seen this trick for centuries.)

2- 🟠 Orange - The “Not My Problem” Kool-Aid Effect 🧡👀 Flavor: Tangy citrus. The taste of expertly dodging responsibility.

🚨 CRISIS INCOMING. 🚪 EXIT LOCATED. 🚶‍♂️ HE’S ALREADY GONE. 🚨

“Elrond, deal with this.” 📜💨 (He wasn’t even in the room!!!)

Elrond: Materializes out of thin air. ⚡😰 (There is no escape.) Celebrimbor: Somehow gets put in charge. ⚒️🫠 (Disaster pending.) Galadriel: Steps up. ⚔️🔥 (We are now at war.)

Círdan: sighs and begins preemptive damage control. 💀 (He’s already writing the apology letters.)

3- 🟡 Yellow - The “Sunshine and Lies” Kool-Aid Effect ☀️🍋 Flavor: Tastes like optimism. But there is something… sinister.

“No, no, everything is fine.” 😇👑 (HE IS: L.Y.I.N.G.)

Elrond: Visibly sweating. 📜😨 He knows. He has never NOT known. (His instincts are screaming. 🤨) Galadriel: Already plotting five moves ahead. (She KNOWS.) 🔪✨ Celebrimbor: (Muttering) He is fixing the problem. This is worse. ⚒️👀 Círdan?: Unbothered. Unshaken. Unmoved🍷 (Has seen worse.) ☀️ “If I smile, they won’t notice the crisis.” (Narrator: They noticed.) 4- 🟥 Red - The “Oh No, Oh NO, OH YEAH” Kool-Aid Man Effect 🔥🚪Flavor: Pure Fëanorian Energy. We Are All Going to Die

🚨 RED LIGHTS. HORNS. WALLS CRUMBLE. 🚨

“You did WHAT???” 👑💢 (Full-body crisis loading… 99%… 100%.. 120%.) Celebrimbor: stutters. ⚒️😨 (Mithril is definitely involved.) Elrond: Opens mouth. Closes mouth. Blinks. 📜😶 (I need a drink. I need a new job.) Círdan: downs his entire drink. 🍷💀 (And orders another.) Galadriel: Cracks knuckles. Sharpens sword. ⚔️🔥  (Assassin mode: ACTIVATED. Bloodlust: LOADING…)

🔺 Somewhere, a wall explodes. 💥🚪👹 🔻 A Balrog may or may not be involved. 🐉🔥

🥤 OH YEAH. 🥤 (---Sauron, probably grinning in the distance. 😈🥤.)

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Annatar didn’t just lie, he made it an art form. And that’s sexy.

Part: 205/?

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@valar-did-me-wrong's inner Melkor called out to the inner Melkor in me, so I'm just going to drop this bit of discord into your Monday. I have no idea where I got these, probably Pinterest, but since this is meant to be discordant anyways, I'm gonna post anyways, proper documentation be damned.

@fantasyquests, @small-carbon-lifeform, @daughterofthesunlands, @xximmortalkissxx, @iwanderbecauseimlost, @gauntletgirlie, @partfae @inkdusth, @thrillofhope, @thevalarvarda, @gil-galadaddy, @erulasse23, @yaemludei and so many others I am forgetting right now I'm sorry it's 5:00am here

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Thank you @greenleaf4stuff and @askereiniongilgalad for the tags!!!

Hugs goiing to @daughterofthesunlands @ohno-elrond @ghost-of-morrowbrightand @cottoncandiescupcakes @valar-did-me-wrong @small-carbon-lifeform @laurieloflindon and sending hugs to anyone I may have missed.

Hug time! Pass this around and hug whoever you think is an amazing mutual 🎉🌹

@emoscot @laismoura-art @scentedcandleibex and the person who sent this ask!

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thank you!!

Dearest High King,

Can you tell us what words you used to comfort Elrond after the fall of Eregion?

The Ashes We Stand Upon

My dear friend, of course… but first, I must tell you this: Comfort is a fragile thing in the wake of ruin. Words alone cannot mend what was lost, nor can they turn back time to undo the weight of grief, especially when it carves itself deeply into a heart. And for some, that weight is a familiar burden.

Yes, Elrond has known loss before. He was born into it. He has carried it since childhood, as a son of two worlds, as a child of war, as the one who stayed behind. And yet, despite it all, I saw in him something unbroken. A hope, an innocence that had withstood time.

But Eregion… Eregion was different.

And so, Elrond stood before me after its fall, not broken, but burdened. This loss was heavier, not only because of the city that burned but because of the weight left in its ashes. His father foresaw it: Celebrimbor’s fate, the burden placed into his hands. And when the moment came, he could not change it.

He could not stop it.

Neither could I.

I warned Celebrimbor. I told him Annatar was not what he seemed. I cautioned patience, restraint, and wariness. But I did not force his hand. I let him choose. I sent Elrond with reinforcements. But by the time he arrived, Eregion was already lost.

I did not act soon enough.

I could have stood before Elrond and told him this, that he was not alone in his grief, that I, too, carry the weight of failure.

But I did not.

Because I know this pain is not one that words can mend.

But pain does not dictate the end. Loss and defeat do not dictate the end.

I have seen great kingdoms fall, their names fading into memory, their halls turned to dust. But I have also learned this: the measure of a leader is not in what they lose but in what they build from the ashes. That is what I told him, not in so many words, not in grand speeches, but in the quiet certainty that the path before him had not closed… only changed.

“Eregion is gone. But we are not. You are not, Elrond. And where there is still breath, there is still hope.”

I did not leave him to mourn what was lost without offering him a way forward. If all we had left was ruin, I would see that ruin turned into something new. So I gave him that choice, not as a command, but as a path. To remain in the past or to forge something that could rise as a beacon of light.

What he is building will not be born of fire or ambition but of endurance. Of the refusal to let history end in sorrow. A place that will always remind him he must stand, no matter what.

Because even when all seems lost, there is always a spark of hope.

Yours Gil-galad