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🟢 You are still a writer even when you haven't written in a while.

🟢 You are still a writer even when you feel like you aren't writing enough.

🟢 You are still a writer when you feel like your work isn't good.

🟢 You are still a writer when other people don't like your work.

🟢 You are still a writer when you aren't published.

🟢 You are still a writer when you only have works in progress.

🟢 You are still a writer if all you write is fanfiction.

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me waiting for my tolkien mutuals to message me so we can become friends because i’m too nervous to reach out myself

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OMG!! 🤣😍

He still does it perfectly!

They're taking the hobbits to Isengard!!

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Pocketsess Precious

Hi there! After sharing a quick comment thread with @hastyhobbit I had the idea of Glorfindel finding pockets and taking extreme joy in it. He's one of my favorites and deserves pockets and to be happy. Enjoy!

Glorfindel never understood why his husband seemed to love the many sets of formal robes he wore. They were heavy, restricted movement, and worst of all there were no pockets. The golden warrior agreed that they looked nice, and he quite enjoyed seeing Erestor strut around in the beautiful, but often times ridiculous things, he looked amazing in them. Glorfindel on the other hand...would rather fight a balrog (again) than be stuffed into something that had no pockets.

He was a busy man, he had thing to do! Like chase after trainees, or fight orcs, or ride Asfaloth, or carry things! and how was he supposed to do that if his clothes were woefully pocket-less and heavy, Valar forbid that he needed to tuck a pretty rock that matched his love's eyes away if he didn't have pockets! Glorfindel has long since decided that practicality was more important than beauty (minus his hair) and was most often seen in a tunic and trousers rather than robes, Erestor has tried valiantly, much to the amusement of their friends, to get his husband into a set of fine robes, he always fails...they often bicker over the topic before dissolving into giggles. 

So when he was gifted a formal robe as sign of gratitude by a new seamstress that he had helped guide and get settled when she had gotten lost, he barely held back a grimace of dismay, there was a festival in a few weeks and now that he had a new outfit, he would be unable to escape the dreaded pocket-less nightmare. Erestor was delighted. His husband had thanked the seamstress, then hauled him and the admittedly beautiful robe to Elrond to help style it with jewels and all other sorts of finery, Elrond was equally delighted to help his friend (and watch his friend suffer at the hands of pretty clothes) with the masterpiece of fabric and thread, Glorfindel had resigned himself to be clucked over as the two vain little creatures he called husband and lord draped him in a multitude of jewelry, muttering about "How this would match his hair better." and "Oh! That one! It goes so well with the buttons.”. They even found matching shoes! He already missed his tunic and trousers...and his beloved pockets. He was saved two hours later by his second coming by to beg for help with paperwork and he jumped at the chance and fled for the safety of his office. As he fled Erestor and Elrond share a mischievous grin. 

"Are we gonna tell him that its Silvan made and therefore, has pockets?"

"Nah. Let him suffer for a bit."

He was miserable, without a bag or pockets he had to leave his things behind in his rooms, and it was only half-way through the celebrations, he had been wearing the dreaded thing off and on for two weeks to get used to it...he missed his ability to store thing on his person. He had reached for his bag many many times and each time he was reminded that he was in a robe, no bags, no place to put his things and in a fit of frustration he shoved his hands down at his side, his hands went through holes on either side of the ridiculous garment...he looked down. Had he ripped it? There where his hands disappeared was a stitched and embroidered pocket...

He sunk his hand deeper, it wasn't a shallow one! It went to mid-thigh! On both sides! He let out a laugh of utter glee and tore off to find his husband. He swerved through people and came to a screeching halt in front of Elrond and Erestor with a grin, the two looked at him like he had lost his mind. He giggled "Look! Look!" he cried and shoved his hands deep into the pockets "It has pockets!" he pulled his hands out and then shoved them back in as if to demonstrate the marvel of pockets on a formal robe "Pockets!!!" he cried with delight. Erestor snorted, unable to help himself in the presence of his ecstatic, giggling blonde (Affectionate) oaf  "Indeed it does, Dandelion! I take it you're pleased." the advisor laughed at his husband's antics, Glorfindel nodded excitedly "I can carry my stuff!" he practically squealed, before he pressed a kiss to his husband's cheek and darted off, no doubt to collect the things he had been forced to leave behind in their rooms.

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Happy Tolkien Reading Day!

A Tolkien Ask for You:

If you were an Elven citizen of Rivendell, what occupation do you think you would have? Which famous resident there would you be hanging out with?

Happy tolkein reading day! 💚

I would definitely be hanging out with Elrond in the healing halls, because I have a good bit of knowledge on medicine and I love books and stuff, I feel like we'd be besties with our dark medical humor. Or I'd be taking my costume and sewing knowledge to make pretty elvish robes (with pockets!) for my favorite characters!

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The Feral Lady

He watched as tawny hair flew behind her like a squirrel’s tail, busy and wild and free. The woman he loved more than life itself, he knew that his soul would forever be bound the tawny haired woman. Her laugh caught the very breath from his lungs and her smile sent a warmth through him that even a blazing fire could never hope to achieve. He hung on every word, every breath, like they were worth more than gold and mithril and silver, her movements when she twirled in the wildflowers outside of their home sparked joy from his very being. She was like a dream, His dream, she was his and he was hers.

The Lord of Rivendell and his Feral lady. That's what their people called them with such fondness, for where he was known for his calming grace and peaceful nature, she was known for the laughing, and the adventure, and the mud trails through the halls. He led their people in knowledge and healing, never really leaving the borders of his realm, a constant comforting presence if you will. Like the moon, a calm light that chases away the dark. She led their people in nature and in song, always leading the hunts and adventures, the dancing and the playing, her presence was like the sun warm and bright and ever changing. Sun and moon they were, and often they could be seen dancing beneath both. 

They called her The Feral Lady, (for all that she was polite and mannered) because she seemed to be at one with nature, a wildness, in such a way that they say that Yavanna herself had blessed her. There was no better a hunter than the lady of the valley, nor was there ever an elf in the valley more willing to be coved in mud and leaves than she. It was often that the halls had trails of mud from entry to dining as she came back home from amongst the earth. To the new comers she irked them to no end, how could a lord let his wife behave as a wild elfling! but to those that have seen the ages pass from their homes in the valley they looked upon her with fond hearts, for all they knew that under the mud and leaves that she had vowed to make sure no mouth went hungry under her watch, and that her hunts were led with her people in mind.

It was their beloved Feral Lady that brought life to their precious Lord, for she was always dragging him from his solitude and paperwork to dance with her and his people, and to remind him of the wonders and beauty of the world. Where he was the tall tree that held firm, she was the vibrant flower that danced in the wind. Their people who have seen the days before her watched as their kind, but distant Lord smiled and laughed more often and as his eyes would brighten when she came home trailing mud with a new herb that he was looking for, their lady brought out the life in him that they had long since thought faded.

It was he who taught her the way of the courts, for all that she was mannered and taught, politics and paperwork was never her craft. It was he who she came home to each night, and it was his arms she found safety in. Their people would watch when her eyes would light up like stars when he brought simple gifts, how she would laugh when he whispered in her ear, and how she softened around him in the quiet evenings. He was the reason for her blooming joy, how he often left flowers or little letters where he knew she would be and how he would sneak an extra of her favorite treat just to see that radiant smile. 

Often, they were seen curled around each other in the library, content to just be with one another, often they were seen racing through the streets giggling and laughing. They kept each other young in spirit, even in a life so long as theirs. The Feral Lady and her Lord, ever was their love sung of in the Hall of Fire and throughout Middle-Earth. Ever was there the warnings of threatening the Lord of Rivendell, for his Feral lady would get her surely revenge, and if the lady was ever to be threatened...one would surely hope for a quick death.

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I'm moving and was getting all of my prop and larp weapons together when the thought hit me. My brother is a chef and has that cloth knife roll for his expensive chef knives. Me being the little sister that I am, had to annoy him just a bit. And sent him this. "My knife roll is bigger than yours"

This is not all of the weapons, just what I could fit in the roll.😅

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I imagine that Maedhros hanging on a rock for thirty years got really really good at insulting Sauron and getting under their skin.

Sometimes the insults were so stupid that Sauron was insulted by the sheer lack if intelligence it took to make up the insult.

Maedhros hanging in there like those cute cat posters Maglor kept in his room: Ah ha! If it isn't the Ginger-Snap-of-Death

Sauron: *le gasp* Ok now that's just rude! Seriously you’re the one actually named Copper-Top!!! My hair isn't even ginger! It's the color of fire!

Maedhros: If your hair catches fire, Imma roast marshmallows over you, you glorified campfire.

This ultimately carried on through the ages as Maedhros taught Elrond how to torment a dark lord. This eventually became a tradition in Rivendell where Elrond taught every single one of his children and fosters this as well, and Aragorn Son of Arathorn, heir to the throne of Gondor, descendant of Elros (who was unhinged enough to bite the eldest son of Feanor over a brownie) took to this tradition extremely well...

Sauron being an unhinged flaming eyeball making weird bad guy noises: 👁 🔥☄️💀

Aragorn, just wants to be done so he can marry his girlfriend: Yes, yes flame, death, suffering, whatever you say oh Great-Shooter-Marble-of-Doom. I hope you get sand in your eye that you can't blink out. 

Sauron: *sobbing* Maedhros taught you that didn't he. 

Aragorn grinning: I bet your vision got bad enough that you needed bifocals before thirty. 

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Just passed "Marion Co." In Kansas!

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The Lord of the Thingamajigs. Everything's the same but legolas and frodo and everyone (but boromir, he's the one nerotypical) have ADHD or autism and forget what the ring is called so they all call it the One Thingamajig. Elves are nerodivergent and I will die on that hill. But imagine!

"I lost the Thingamajig! "

"Boromir, give the Thingamajig to Frodo"

"It's the Thingamajig isn't it?"

"The Thingamajig must be cast back into the fires of which it came"

"Bring forth the Thingamajig, Frodo. "

"I would offer you the One Thingamajig."

They also all agree that elvish cloaks are the best because the texture is amazing for those with sensory issues. 

Frodo: disassociates, hates tomatoes (they're squishy), language nerd, would deeply benefit from noise canceling headphones.

Sam: hyperfixated on gardening, comfort food is potato anything, emotionally attached to frying pan (it has a name).

Pippin: chaos incarnate, makes weird noises.

merry: chaos incarnate, bites.

gimli: crow brain (need I say more).

Legolas: randomly bursts into songs that make no sense whatsoever and is awkward™️.

Aragorn: boot knife as a fidget toy and most likely had an emo teen faze.

Gandalf: has a big stick and knows way more than he should, likes moths.

Boromir: is normal (nerotypical) and frightened, why did Merry just randomly bite him? What is legolas singing about? Has Gimli really been talking about the chemical makeup of a river rock for the past hour? What is a Thingamajig? What is frodo staring at? Should he be concerned? 

Elrond: elder millennial, built a valley that no one can find unless he wants them to, knows way more than he should, runs on monster energy drinks and spite.

Sauron: has hyperfixated on ruling the world for literal ages, lost his fidget ring (The Thingamajig) and is losing his mind. Is the organized one that will kill you if you don't put the thing back where you found it.

I have ADHD and do all of these things (including refusing to get rid of the very dead fryingpan because it's my favorite". So either I'm an elf (possible)  or just a typical nerodivergent, tall, tree hugging human, that wild animals love.

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I'm not feeling well so it's not my best but, I had to do one more fanart for “The Harrowing “ by @chthonion its still one of my favorites that lives rent free in my head! I couldn’t get the amazing scene of these two meeting after Annatar made it out of the halls, so I had to draw it.

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Traditions

Pure tooth rotting fluff because Adar deserves it.

Summery: The resident elf in Adar's camp teaches the Uruk about her family's yule tradition.

Warnings: fluff, female reader, author's first time posting fics on tumbler.

Adar was drawn to the excited chatter and laughter of his children, it was rare to hear such joy in the cold months, and to hear them laughing brought warmth to his chest. He expected to find a sparring match or some typical game that was played to cure the boredom, so when he rounded the corner and came face to face with a large group of uruk huddled around their resident elf who was showing them how to make little embroidered ornaments, he was surprised. He watched as she patiently helped one of the younger ones untangle their thread and showed them how to hold it, so it didn't get tangled again, she showed Glug how to make little stars, and helped with making a tassel for someone else, all with an easy smile. He felt warmth bubble in his heart when a child proudly showed her his lopsided star, and she examined it exclaiming how beautiful it was and sent the little one bouncing away with a bright grin. 

"Oh, other way my dear, don't want the needle to poke you! There you go!" she directed, too focused on the uruk to notice Adar approach and only popped her head up when Glug greeted him. "Oh! Adar! have you come to join us?" she flashed him a bright grin, her eyes sparkling and cheeks slightly flushed from the cool air, he shook his head "I don't know, what are you doing?" he asked, feeling a grin of his own tilt his lips when the whole group excitedly told him that they were making ornaments, showing him what they had made, (Y/N) laughed, bright and clear. "As they said! We're making yule ornaments out of cloth scraps, a good way to enjoy a break. Are you joining in?" she asked, the Moriandor sat down crossed legged next to her "I fear that I am inexperienced when it comes to embroidery. I'm rather poor at it." he said, (Y/N) shook her head "Nonsense! That's only because nobody taught you! Here! I'll show you!" she said and handed him a needle and thread. She showed him how to do simple stiches and how to make little stars and leaves, laughing with him when he managed to knot the string and guiding his hands gently until he got the hang of it, before turning to praise a warrior who had made a little ornament in the shape of a sword, giggling when he puffed out his chest in pride, Adar watched as she fell back into the chatter of those around them "Why are we making ornaments anyway? It's fun, I'm just curious." he asked and had the pleasure of seeing the tips of her ears turn red.

"it's my family's tradition. Every year we'd each make ornaments and hang them on the evergreen in our yard, for yule. It was always something that we had done. And well..." she blushed brighter and looked down "There's an evergreen on the edge of town, and I wanted to share the tradition cause' you're my family." she trailed, Adar melted and he was sure that the others did the same, she saw them as family, loved them enough to share a precious tradition with them. A fond smile tilted his lips as he watched the shy elleth fidget with the ornament her hands for a moment before taking her hands in his own "We are honored that you would share this with us. We would be honored to hear more of your traditions if you're willing to share." he said and the uruk around them cheered their agreement, that got her distracted and she launched into all that her family did during the season, from making sweets with her mother to how she snuck around in the late hours of the night and left little gifts for her younger siblings. Her eyes sparkled as she excitedly told them of her people's songs and dances, the mulled wine with cinnamon and cloves and the candied pecans, and Adar fell deeper on love with the woman next to him, as she sang silly little tunes about snowmen and jingling bells told his children about her life and culture, she softened his heart when she stitched a little Warg wearing a silly scarf, he fell even deeper when she pulled a little girl into her lap to show her how to stitch a snowflake, praising the little one when she got the hang of it, the perfect representation of someone whose heart was full of joy and kindness. He laughed when she gasped in mock offense and launched the stuffed Warg at a teasing Glug's head, they sat and stitched until the dinner bell rang and the crowd raced off for their share of the warm stew.

It was later when they were walking back to their home with a handful's worth of ornaments each, that Adar brought up a thought he had "What if we pulled the evergreen into the center of camp tomorrow, that way everyone can see it." his proposal had the desired effect, (Y/N) seemed to shine with her joy "Really!" she asked, her tone going a pitch higher with her excitement, he nodded as they entered their home "I think it would be good to start new traditions now that we're settling. Winter has always carried cruel memories, it's time to change that, I think." (Y/N) gave an ecstatic squeal and hugged him "Oh! Thank you!" she cried before skipping off to put away the ornaments. Adar watched her go with a fond smile; she truly was the greatest gift he had ever been given. 

They settled, covered by a warm blanket with a book in hand, basking quietly in each other’s presence warmed by the fire that casted a gentle orange glow throughout the room. "You know, I left one tradition out." (Y/N) suddenly said from her place curled into his shoulder, he looked down at her and saw the mischievous grin that only worn when she had planned something, he raised an eyebrow "Oh?" she lifted her arm above them. He looked up and saw the single sprig of mistletoe and felt his own grin take over his face and bent down to kiss her. "I believe I like this tradition most of all." he breathed when he pulled away for air, before pulling her in for another kiss.

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HEY.

I had the most interesting dream after falling asleep switching between the latest chapter of The Horrowing and a time travel fix it in another fandom. I thought you might enjoy a brief summary?

Post fic canon Annatar, Finrod, Celebrimbor, and Frodo getting the most hilarious do over of the First Age.

Finrod and Celebrimbor got dropped in their past bodies, bc same souls. Which has Finrod JUST captured by Sauron, before any of his 10 have been munched.

Celebrimbor is of course having a surreal not quite panic attack in Nargothrond.

Annatar, well. Annatar is CHANGED. He is quite literally too different from what he once was for them to qualify as the same soul anymore. Which is gratifying. If inconvenient bc there are now TWO of him, Annatar and full on Sauron. But they're similar enough that Annatar was dropped very close to Sauron.

Frodo is an elf. Dream logic was that hobbits do not exist yet, and his soul has touches of Annatar and Aman. He looks disconcertingly like a mix of Annatar and Celebrimbor, and they are NOT thinking about that right now. Hopefully ever.

Most of the dream centered around all of them doing their best to set aside freak outs, while getting Finrod and his merry band (plus Beren) OUT of Sauron's grasp.

There was a FANTASTIC moment where on the way out, Sauron comes face to face and soul to soul with Annatar and he's just like;

Sauron: *jaw dropped fully horrified face* WHAT are YOU?!?!?

Annatar: *shoving elves behind him, nose in the air* Wouldn't YOU like to know, weather boy. *uses Song to blast him through a wall while he's distracted*

The whole thing featured 10 other elves and Beren as a baffled peanut gallery.

Meanwhile Celebrimbor is weighing the pros and cons of just- drugging his uncles and shoving them in a back room somewhere where he can bolt the door. He thinks he can maybe get Huan to help if he explains?

It was SO much fun.

(hope you have a good day!)

Oh my god. This may be the best ask I've ever gotten, for so many reasons.

The fact that your subconscious was like "Yeah if Frodo's getting a new body it looks like Annatar For Some Reason"

The image of future!Annatar getting into a fight with Sauron in front of Finrod (probably happy about this development) and Beren and the other 10 (INCREDIBLY CONFUSED)

The fact that the dream was partially centered on everybody trying not to panic, which is in fact what the Harrowing is all about for a while

Absolutely incredible.

...I feel so bad for poor Celebrimbor dealing with Nargothrond all by himself while the others are off having adventures. I hope their next stop after the rescue is to swing by and pick him up. Also, I dearly want to know what Annatar has to say to Beren on the subject of his current Luthien-and-Thingol-and-Silmarils situation.

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I’ve been addicted to “The Harrowing “ by the amazing author @chthonion ! The muffin scene in chapter 8 had me cackling and so I had to draw it!

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Yes! I need this in a book Stat!

Daughter of fantasy villains decides to rebel against her parents by actually going through with her arranged marriage to a local golden retriever of a prince instead of running off with some local villain-to-be or conquering said golden retriever’s kingdom and ruling it solo like her parents expect her to. Plus, sue her, she’s into the clean-cut earnest look.

At the same time, local prince charming discovers that he’s actually very into the gothic fiance his parents have landed him with in order to try and establish peace with the local evil lair down the lane, he would never have guessed a spiderweb pattern could look so fetching on a ball gown…?

Meanwhile, two pairs of parents in a tizzy because they both expected their offspring to whole-heartedly reject this union and give them an excuse to conquer their goody-two-shoes/evil neighbours, they’re not supposed to actually like each other-!

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Charlie vickers is Australian. He plays Sauron.

Therefore, Mordor is basically Middle Earth's version of Australia.

Think about it. It's hot, has giant spiders and Everything there wants kill and eat you...

Mordor is Australia.

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Modern Middle Earth headcanon!

Hobbits dye their foot hair like how we dye our hair. Hot pink, purple, blue, all the colors to express themselves!

Like imagine a hobbit with hot pink foot hair!

Hair salons offering the full foot style and dye services.

It would freak Thorin out when Bilbo first came home with dyed feet! But he would melt because Bilbo made sure the color was Durin blue.

Lobelia Sackville Baggins would have the hobbit version of the Karen dye job (the super blond highlights).