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Tonight, we remember one who lent his enormous talent to telling the story we have all come to love. Hail, the victorious dead!

May the Simbelmynë cover his tomb as it did the tomb of the one he so accurately portrayed.

Bernard Hill Dec 17, 1944 - May 5, 2024

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Omg thank you I forgot about this drabble and just made myself sad again rereading it 😭😭😭😂

Hi, may I request a quick drabble where Legolas is dying on the Pelennor Fields and Aragorn is there comforting him, cradling him? (character death please) Thankyou!!! Love your work! Keep it up

Two things! First of all, in my quest to empty out my inbox of requests my brain seems to have decided to pick requests at random to have spurts of inspiration for, rather than having inspiration for the oldest ones first, so I’m sorry to those of you who have already been waiting ridiculously long amounts of time.

Secondly, ANON PLEASE TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR HOW EMO YOU HAVE MADE ME, this is the angstiest thing I have ever written. And I’m proud of it, but I hate it. So here it is. I hope you enjoy it.

Leaving Legolas

word count: 643 content warning: severe angst, character death

His fingers, slick and crimson wet, scrabble for purchase. They find another hand, a cold hand, and Aragorn well knew the cool touch of Elven skin, but his friend's hand was unnaturally cold... So, so cold.

“I feel cold, Aragorn… Is it cold?”

And Aragorn can’t speak, not when he can hear the unmistakable death rattle in his friend’s chest.  Some clinical, detached part of his brain notes how strange Legolas looks now, mortal, as the lifeblood drains from his veins.

“I am never cold. Not even on Caradhras…”

The Elf’s words trail off abruptly, followed by a sickening wet cough that leaves blood around his lips and on his cheek. It’s shockingly bright against parchment coloured skin.  Aragorn steels himself, pressing his free hand against the gaping wound in his friend’s stomach without looking at it, and he does his best to ignore the gushing sensation between his fingers, the liquid viscous and warm. It’s a feeble attempt to stop the bleeding. He knows it, Legolas knows it.

“It is too late, Aragorn. I can feel myself fading.”

And all Aragorn can smell is iron, the metal scent invading his senses and he can almost taste it. It’s all he can do to stop himself from throwing up.

“No.. no mellon, this is not your last day.”

Legolas coughs again, the sound brittle, and it’s a feeble attempt to expel the blood pooling in his lungs.

“Aragorn..”

The Elf trails off. Words don’t come easy to him now.

“You... take my body to my father... Promise me?”

Aragorn nods, feeling the cooling track of a tear making its way down his cheek. But this isn’t about him, this is about comforting Legolas, his dearest friend.

“I promise you by all that I am, by the very throne of Gondor.”

“Your word is enough.”

Legolas fell silent, and it was all Aragorn could do to watch the unstable rise and fall of his chest to convince himself that his friend had not yet passed. It was an almost impossible task to stay calm, but Aragorn was managing somehow, the tears falling silently - but freely - the only external sign of his anguish.

“Aragorn.. I can’t see, is it raining?”

There’s a droplet of salt water on his brow, moving slowly as it traces the contours of his elven face. Aragorn swallows to keep his voice from breaking. It’s not raining.

“I believe so my friend.”

“The rain will wash everything away.”

Legolas turns slightly, and Aragorn holds him closer. They both fall silent. Aragorn doesn’t know what to say, everything he thinks of feels so inadequate. He waits for Legolas to speak again. He doesn’t. Aragorn looks down at his friend, and his chest is abnormally still. He panics, fingers fumbling to remove Legolas’ leather bracers, to expose his wrist, to find his pulse… And there’s nothing, no steady beat, not even a stutter beneath his corse fingertips.

He turns his face up to the sky and screams his pain to anyone who will listen. Aragorn had internalised Boromir’s death, Boromir was a good man and a good fighter, and his loss had struck a blow somewhere deep inside him, but this felt so much worse. Legolas had been by his side constantly for the better part of a year, trusting him, respecting him, and there was some other thing, some strange sense of wrongness that came from seeing one of the fair, immortal folk pass on in a way that was so inherently mortal.

Gimil had heard his cry, had looked in his direction, had seen the body cradled in Aragorn’s arms, and had let out a cry of his own. He was running towards them now, sprinting over the fallen bodies of orcs and men alike. But it was too late, too late to do anything that mattered. Legolas was already gone. 

Forever tags: @sweeticedtea @cd1242 @strongandfreedc @pixierox101 @jotink78 @luna-xial @underthemoon-n @anangelwhodidntfall Legolas Tags: @dark-angel-is-back

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some old Aragorn sketches back in 2021

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If you are living right now in 2023 and are still a big fan of LOTR please reblog bro where are my fellow Tolkienites (Tolkieneers?)

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Those are the exact ones I’m getting 😫 I report them as spam as soon as I see them but then more come through it’s so annoying

Is anyone else getting a ridiculous amount of spam messages at the moment??

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Is anyone else getting a ridiculous amount of spam messages at the moment??

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Aragorn

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he's just a little guy

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So you’re saying that in about one and a half weeks the perm dream could be realized

TELL ME NOT TO GET A PERM THERE ARE SO MANY REASONS WHY I SHOULDNT

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Fem!Bagginshield

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Here's just. Some old garbage that I had intended as replies to some of the asks in my inbox. It's all I have. *drops them into the poor box*

The 35th birthday ass-kicking incident, when Eowyn rides over the top of Boromir's guard for the first time and Faramir suddenly knows what it means to feel true love

Sharpe and Teresa in a nutshell

Candy for the people salivating about Boromir wearing his hair up.

I drew a little bit today for the first time since surgery! I still can't angle my arm to work on my Cintiq, but at least I can use my sketchbook for short periods. Progress, progress, progress.

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I have been perceived.

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An attempt was made for sure

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well actually, my library of alexandria is burning RIGHT NOW

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mmmmm for the second year running bo burnham has been in my top 5 Spotify artists… aha, my mental health! it’s broken !

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