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4/12 (maybe 13?) chapters now up! This one’s my favourite :3

Happy Merrywyn day!

Thrown upon the same path by the whims of fate, Éowyn and Meriadoc’s differences are vast—but it is their similarities that bring them together as they ride to the White City’s rescue.

Read The Horse-maiden and the Halfling on AO3

Rating: T Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Word Count: 30k and counting Chapters: 12

Category: M/F Relationship: Éowyn/Merry Genre: Action/adventure, romance Additional characters: Théoden, Pippin, Éomer, Faramir, Elfhelm Tags: Angst, battle buddies, Théoden lives

(Forgive me, I threw this image together the midnight before publishing day while delirious with the flu lel)

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A servant of the enemy would look fairer and feel fouler

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Perhaps a bit of inspiration for those writers who, like me, spend an inordinate amount of time agonising over the exactly perfect words to use. From Once Upon a River by Diane Setterfield:

Newman, the Vaughans’ gardener—previously a regular at the Red Lion, where every Friday night he sang till he was hoarse—had now switched allegiance to the Swan and was trying his tongue at storytelling. He practiced on the regulars before trying his luck with the visitors in the summer room, and made the most of that aspect of the story only he had witnessed: the departure of Mrs. Vaughan from Buscot Lodge on hearing the news of the rescue of the child. “I saw her myself, I did. She ran down to the boathouse quick as could be, and when she come out in her rowing boat, the little old one of hers, off she went, haring up the river . . . I never seen a boat move like it.” “‘Haring up the river’?” asked a farmhand. “Aye, and just a little slip of a girl, too! You wouldn’t think a woman could row so fast.” “But . . . ‘haring,’ you say?” “That’s right. Quick as a hare, it means.” “I know what it means, all right. But you can’t say she was ‘haring up the river.’” “Whyever not?” “Have you ever seen a hare rowing a boat?” There was a burst of laughter that bewildered the gardener and made him flustered. “A hare in a boat? Don’t be daft!” “That’s why you can’t say ‘she went haring up the river.’ If a hare can’t hare up a river, how can Mrs. Vaughan? Think about it.” “What am I meant to say, then?”

“You have to think of some creature that do go swiftly up a river, and say that instead. Don’t he?” There was a round of nodding. “What about an otter?” suggested a young bargeman. “They don’t hang about.” Newman pulled a dubious face. “Mrs. Vaughan went ottering up the river . . .” The farmhand shook his head. “It sounds no better.” “In fact, it sounds a bit worse . . .” “Well, what am I supposed to say, then? If I can’t say ‘haring’ and I can’t say ‘ottering’ . . . ? I’ve got to say something.” “True,” said the bargeman, and a trio of gravel diggers nodded. “The man has to say something.” They turned to Owen Albright, who shared his wisdom. “I reckon you have to find another way altogether. You could say, ‘She rowed up the river, quick as could be . . .’” “But he have already said that,” protested the farm hand. “She ran down to the boathouse as quick as could be. She can’t run quick as can be down to the boathouse and row quick as can be upriver.” “She did, though,” corrected Newman. “No!” “She did! I was there! I saw her with my own eyes!” “Aye, so it might have happened, but you can’t tell it thus.” “Can’t tell it how it was? How d’you make that out? I’m starting to wish I’d not told it at all now. Telling a thing’s harder than I ever knew.” “There’s an art to it,” Albright soothed. “You’ll get the hang of it.” “I’ve got to the age of thirty-seven just opening my mouth and letting the words out, and never had any trouble so far. Not till I came and sat down here. I don’t know as I wants the hang of it. No, I shall go on by the old way: my words shall come as they like, and if I has her haring up the river, well, hare she must. Else I shan’t say anything at all.” There was an exchange of anxious looks across the table, and one of the gravel diggers spoke for them all: “Let the man speak. He was there.” And Newman was allowed to continue, in words of his own devising, his account of Mrs. Vaughan’s departure from the house.

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This is for my English project blenlebleblr basically a book review on the first lotr book!!! And i had the “brilliant” idea to draw the whole fellowship ahhhhhh ive never locked in so hard in my life

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Aragorn at the dawn, above the broken gate of the Helm's Deep ♥ (I am trying to learn drawing with a brush only...but I just don't have patience for it :D )

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“What could go wrong, you said.”

“I hate you.”

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Made this for my sisters birthday. It's verryyy strongly inspired by a work by @becky-cloonan

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‘Well, I have rather a rascally look, have I not?’

Oh what’s this? Another scrungly Numenorian?

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Happy Merrywyn day!

Thrown upon the same path by the whims of fate, Éowyn and Meriadoc’s differences are vast—but it is their similarities that bring them together as they ride to the White City’s rescue.

Read The Horse-maiden and the Halfling on AO3

Rating: T Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Word Count: 30k and counting Chapters: 12

Category: M/F Relationship: Éowyn/Merry Genre: Action/adventure, romance Additional characters: Théoden, Pippin, Éomer, Faramir, Elfhelm Tags: Angst, battle buddies, Théoden lives

(Forgive me, I threw this image together the midnight before publishing day while delirious with the flu lel)

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Holy Helm, look at this artwork!!! 😍 Makes me fall in love with this character all over again ❤️💕 Thank you so much @steelsartcorner 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 Honestly, everybody should go obsess over their art because it just gets more incredible with each and every post 💫

Fanart of one of my favorite OCs ever, @blueoncemoon’s Truva from Lady of the Rohirrim!

Do yourself a favor and check out her epic saga on Ao3 here. She’s awesome.

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éomer says “the horse that we lent [boromir on his way to Rivendell] came back riderless” so the only way I can live is if i assume boromir also met éowyn when he stopped in rohan

mourning the fact that éowyn and boromir never met

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This one I did today

This one I did back in 2023, in November

"So it is before the walls of Minas Tirith that the doom of our time will be decided."

I'd just like to say that I LOVE THEODEN MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE WORLD I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM

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"There will come a Ruler

Whose brow is laid in thorn"

O rei de Gondor retorna

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Truva and Aragorn set out to return Prince Imrahil to his homeland, and to celebrate the nuptials of Éomer King and Lady Lothíriel. Their subsequent journey northward brings many more reunions and partings, both expected and unexpected.

Fourth installment of The Hidland Chronicles

Read The Marriage of the King:  AO3 |  FFN (I no longer upload to FFN due to it being overrun by art commission spam/scam accounts.)

Rating: G Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Word Count: 50k Chapters: 8

Category: M/F Relationship: Aragorn/OFC Genre: Action/adventure, mild romance Additional characters: Elphir, Éomer, Lothíriel, Amrothos, Éowyn, Duinhir, Golasgil, Elfhelm, Gandalf, Galadriel, Círdan, Meriadoc Brandybuck, Peregrin Took, Samwise Gamgee, Will Whitfoot, Rose Cotton, Elrohir, Halbarad, Barliman Butterbur, Harry Goatleaf Tags: Post-Canon, worldbuilding, Dol Amroth, Edhellond, Belfalas, Paths of the Dead, Grey Havens, Shire, Annúminas, Bree, The Hidlands, Dunland, Helm’s Deep, The White Ship, established relationship, friendship, minor character death, grief

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😍😍😍

Twitter企画「トールキンワンツードロライ2024」で描いたものです。お題「歌」、作業時間は1時間半くらい。

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Haven`t drawn too much because i was away so here are some older Lotr paintings from my sketckbook, plus a Thorin pencil sketch

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Sam: It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were, and 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 so much bad happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. Because they were holding on to something.

Frodo: What are we holding on to, Sam?

Sam : That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.