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Gil-galad hardly ever wears boots. He goes around barefoot most of the time and his preferred footwear are some kind of soft slippers called nentellyn; being part of the Falathrim traditional attire, they’re water resistant and their soles allow the user to walk around sloppy grounds. 

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...I'm going to go out on a limb and say this: we know Tar-Aldarion gave Gil-galad some mallyrn seeds, and Gil-galad later shared them with Galadriel, who was able to grow them in Lórien. They never thrived in Lindon, but I think the show's Great Tree is, in fact, one of those seeds -or at the very least, a reference to that previous link between Númenor and Lindon (kudos if in later seasons, Gil-galad gives Galadriel a little box with seeds).

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Send 🍸+ a question and my muse will answer while drunk.

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What’s something you find weird on here?

What’s something you wish to improve?

What are your biggest (personal) Tumblr crushes?

What people make you happy when you see them on the dash?

What’s something you find weird on here?

I don't pay enough attention to judge anything weird around here, ngl.

What’s something you wish to improve?

Writing quality, always. Okay I'm gonna say it (I need like zero validation on this, though, I'm a big girl) but I really hate it when my mother tongue seeps through my English. Which is something totally normal when you use two or more languages at almost the same level. Then I remember I don't respect English enough, and all is cool and nice with the world (until I forget about it and it hits again with the silliest typo).

What are your biggest (personal) Tumblr crushes?

I think this answer is very linked to the next one, since the crushing here means: I enjoy your writing too much and I wish we can talk more in the future, so:

What people make you happy when you see them on the dash?

I read my morning dash as one reads the newspaper with their first coffee, so catch me smiling at my breakfast when I log in and see that (sorry for all the tagging, guys, it will happen again) @iriysse and all her blogs, @vardamaiden, @sungsilver, @warhornofgondor, @menelvagor, @pxnxply, @tidalhaired, @saltuary, @gatheringrust and a long et cetera have posted while I slept. You guys are my morning cup <3

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On what platform did you start to write?

What is the muse that you write for the longest?

Who was your first OC?

Who is your favorite OC?

In what fandom did you start?

Forums, then twitter, then forums again. Then tumblr. I remember a brief experience at ff.net, too, but it didn't last.

What is the muse that you write for the longest?

I think Tahl (Star Wars Legends), Gil-galad and Athos are throwing hands for number one, with various hiatus along the years. I first started writing Tahl in 2004-ish and until 2019/20, first on twitter and then on tumblr; my first Gil-galad was in forum/twitter around fall 2013, and until now. Second post goes to Athos, from 2011-ish to 2024, both forum and twitter. Kenobi would be right behind them.

Who was your first OC?

A jedi apprentice I cannot recall the name of for the life of me, back in like... 2003 forums? Then came Azrûbel, a gondorian lady soldier in the times of Falastur and Berúthiel. She then was recycled into Isildur's kid when I started writing over here with @/tallshipsandtallkings

Who is your favorite OC?

Bairdan, because she's such an adorable asshole. I still have her over at @/imbeorontiareare, but should reaaaaally get her her own blog for shenanigans.

In what fandom did you start?

Tolkien (where I'm still going ham), Star Wars Legends (though that fandom doesn't spark joy anymore) and The Three Musketeers (where I go back when I'm in need of men clad in leather with questionable morals and pretty rapiers)

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👣

The first rays of the morning sun peered through the window and shined on the wall on the opposite side of the room. Elena then realized she had been in labour for an entire day. She had not slept since the first contractions woke her the night before. Sweaty hair stuck to her face and neck, and she was tired beyond words, every fibre of her body spent in the effort to bring the baby to the world. So when Adanel her personal physician who was performing as the main midwife, commanded her to make one last push, she cursed loudly.

“You can do it.” Adanel looked every bit as tired as her, but rubbed her hands together as she knelt again between the Queen’s legs. “Baby is almost here, Elenna, come on!”

“I can see the head.” Isilmë, her trusty handmaid, was assisting Adanel. She leaned over and smiled encouragingly at her. Elenna took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and gathered what was left of her strength for that one last push.

Pain, unike anything she had ever felt before, and then… her body split in two, and part of her soul left her body. She had only began to acknowledge the loss, the terrible void that had just opened inside of her, when Adanel stood up, a small bundle in her arms. She began examining the babe, when a powerful cry broke the tense silence in the room.

“It’s a girl.” Adanel grinned. Carefully, she placed the newborn Princess in her mother’s arms. Isilmë came to take a closer look, and began weeping. Elenna could feel the tears streaming down her face as well, as she looked down at her daughter. She was but a tiny, wrinkled, red face that cried indignantly for having been brought out of her comfortable nest. Elenna put her to her breast, as Adanel instructed, and the little Princess grew quiet. Sharp, bright blue eyes stared up at her mother, as tiny hands moved and grasped the air.

“I will go get the King.” Isilmë announced, and marched towards the door, wiping the corners of her eyes in the sleeves of her dress. “Your Majesty,” she made a polite bow and moved to the side of the doorway “you have a daughter.”

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V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

When loudness is associated with him, it does not fare well.

Often soft-spoken, Gil-galad is the kind of person to keep his voice and other sounds always level. Even in the throes of passion he does try, because that's who he is, but the answer is: not always. His partner can elicit both curses and sweet moans from him if they know how to play with his body, and while at first he was ashamed of such noises of need coming out of his mouth, as though they evoked something both sacred and forbidden in him, he's come to accept them as part of who he is.

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Is there anything you would have changed when you started writing now that you have more experience? Is there any fandom you regret exploring?

What are rare-pairs that you’re passionate about?

Other than keeping all notes organised from the start? No, not really. I am quite tidy with my writing now, specially with original fiction, because we all know what happens with large amounts of worldbuilding, so the tip I'd give to my 11-year-old self would be to please, fucking please, indexed documents are cool.

And... no, I don't think I regret exploring any fandom in particular. There are good and bad bits in every one of them, but then again I tend to stay for the people.

Uh, I'm quite basic with shipping, ngl. It's a thing I find funny and enriching when we're playing Barbies together but I don't really think of them outside of a roleplaying setting. That being said, you will pry my four main ships (Elenna, Celebrían, Ilmarë and Gilithren) out of my dead cold hands.

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Are you happy with how your favorite canon muse was portrayed in canon?

I hate that Tolkien gave us about two and a half lines about Morwen of Lossarnach, so no, not very happy. And I'm also forever mad at the various parentages of my boy, when he's obviously so fingolfinian coded, but otherwise I love what we get to know about Gil-galad in text. Not his death, though.

If we're talking about adaptations, though... 20 odd years later and I'm still salty at how Faramir was depicted in the movies. And don't get me started on Boromir and Isildur.

And speaking of my boy, I have my issues with season 1 Gil-galad (but he's just a very stressed single dad). I'm glad he's more like the Gil-galad I had in mind as season 2 goes on.

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The Rings of Power | Season 2 | Aug 29 - Oct 3, 2024 Benjamin Walker as High King Gil-galad and Sam Hazeldine as Adar

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Questions for the mun. A series of questions for the mun / the person behind the muse(s)

Basics.

When did you first start writing?

In what language did you start writing?

If your mother tongue is not the language you write now, what caused you to switch languages?

What was the first muse that you��ve written?

Do you still write your first muse?

What is the muse that you write for the longest?

In what style did you start to write (First person, third person, *-style or novel-style?)

What caused you to start writing? What was your key point?

Do you regret starting writing?

Is there anything you would have changed when you started writing now that you have more experience?

Do you tell your friends / family that you write?

How do you describe writing / rp to others?

On what platform did you start to write?

Canon Muses.

What is your favorite canon muse?

Have you ever written a canon muse that you first thought of ‘meh’ when they appeared in their canon show/movie/book?

Are you happy with how your favorite canon muse was portrayed in canon?

How far do go with divergencies when it comes to your canon muse?

OCs.

Who was your first OC?

Do you still write your first OC?

Who is your favorite OC?

How would you describe your favorite OC?

Do you have developed dynamics with the OC of another mun that has influenced your OC or Canon muse?

How do you create an OC? What are your steps for developing an OC?

FC or story first when you develop an OC?

Fandoms.

In what fandom did you start?

What is your favorite fandom in which you write?

Is there any fandom you regret exploring?

Have you ever developed an OC for a certain fandom?

Ships.

What are you looking for in a ship?

Do you tend to focus on shipping or do you not care at all?

Have you ever developed a ship based on writing with a certain other character / mun?

Have you ever started to ship a rare-pair?

What are rare-pairs that you’re passionate about?

Do you plot a ship or see where it goes?

What are your favorite ships on here (feel free to tag?)

Do you ship someone’s muses on your dash?

Tumblr.

What are the trends when it comes to writing that you adore?

What are trends when it comes to writing that you dislike?

What trend would you wish to see on here?

What was your first blog / URL?

Do you still have your first blog / URL?

What’s something you find weird on here?

What’s something you wish to improve?

What are your biggest (personal) Tumblr crushes?

What people make you happy when you see them on the dash?

What are things that you don’t wish to see on here?

What are things you wish people would tag so you can block it?

What new addition would make your Tumblr experience so much better?

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❝  i’m staying.  ❞ from elendil (kingsfcil)

STAYING THE NIGHT PROMPTS || @kingsfcil

The flickering light of the candles did nothing but highlight the grave features of the dúnadan that had come from the foundered land over the seas, his crew a host of broken people bereft of a home. 

And while that was a kind of misery he wished he wasn't acquainted with, Gil-galad knew the worst was yet to come. It would be a compilation of little signs that would go unacknowledged until it was too late and then it would hit unexpectedly, like the tsunami that had battered their shores mere weeks ago.

There was something within this man that the High King couldn't quite place, like a word resting on the roof of one's mouth that refused the brush of tongue and teeth and avoided all attempts of pronunciation, that told him his fate would become entwined with that of the númenóreans again.

I'm staying, Elendil had said. I will keep you company, Gil-galad had offered. He then poured a glass of the amber liquid his people favoured for the númenórean, hoping its sweet bouquet would evoke in him memories of a better kind.

“It is in these hours of darkness when all our fears seem to endure, is it not?” the elven king mused, returning to his place near the high windows. There, down the gentle slope of his city, the lighthouses shed light on a tranquil sea, and the lamps along the docks allowed white sails to gleam in the night. “Light is slow to come, and when it does, its shine always comes first to all that which we have tried to ignore. It felt easier in the dark.”

Gil-galad's voice softened to a murmur and then died, as though those reflections were for himself only.

“Come light, my offer still stands,” he added. “Name whatever resources you need, and my people will deliver.”

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[   KNEEL   ]     ,     sender  gets  down  on  one  knee.

This was not the first time that Gil-galad beheld those well known features from above. Elrond's hair curled with abandon over sharp cheekbones and kind eyes, obscuring an expression that the High King held more dear than the stars. His palm cupped the back of his head in a brief caress before he offered his hand to hoist the peredhel to his feet.

“There is no need for formalities within the privacy of these rooms, Elrond,” Gil-galad said. “You have nothing to prove here.”

Sometimes, sometimes the threads that tethered them to each other either got too tangled, or they simply broke down and were replaced by newer ones. And sometimes they blurred from afar —where did the King end and the guardian began? The relative, the friend? Where did the subject go when the cousin came to play? Elrond was both friend and herald, ward and cousin, and the connection between them was a living, evolving thing.

They were both still young, and Gil-galad knew he was still trying to settle into a life that felt too peaceful to be true, one that felt half-built at times. These very rooms were a testament to that, since he had been deep into assembling his latest project when Elrond had arrived.

Sleeves rolled up and with the smile he reserved for just a few brightening his expression, the High King cocked his head towards the half-assembled study at his back, welcoming his friend and kin in.

“I gather you were in need of my presence, if you have ventured so up here,” he mused, and then his brow furrowed with a momentary concern. “It is not the Council, is it? Do tell me it is not.”

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"I believe your majesty made a request, " Gilithren purred from the doorway, one hand upon the frame as she leaned against the opposite side, her other hand holding one of his robes around her body.

Her bare leg stretched out in casual enticement,. Loose silver waves cascaded over a bare shoulder, hinting to the collar of his robe dropping rather low upon her chest. Her smile was playful, but in her eyes was affection, amusement, and desire. Her head tilted as she awaited his answer, though she took a moment of a lovers appreciation that always took her breath away at the sight of him.

"Unless of course, you are far too busy for the audience. I can always come back later."

The grey hours before dawn of every Isilya saw the High King sparring with his closest captains and friends, until mud splattered their clothes, the ordinary training gave way to one-on-one assaults and their cheering and betting coloured the morning breeze. 

And it was like this, with dirty boots, trousers that had grazed the ground a number of times and the smile that such encounters leave on one's countenance, that Gil-galad came back to his quarters. Sweaty, breathing hard, and using his balled-up shirt to pat himself dry, he headed for a bathing chamber that was already ready for his use.

It was perhaps the steam gathering over the ornate tiles and climbing up the walls, painting a hazy, dream-like version of his surroundings, what made him miss his betrothed's presence by the door until he heard her voice.

He turned, only to find Gilithren in a robe he had believed either lost or forgotten in her rooms, and couldn't help the grin across his features. He believed he would never get used to this playfulness of hers, to the way in which she held his heart with such tenderness that he never feared it would ever shatter. He noticed first her smile and the shine of those eyes, and then the way she'd draped his robe to expose as much skin as possible without revealing anything.

It was enticing, but what he loved the most was how, when either of them whispered the silliest thought in each other's ear with no plans to see it come to fruition, the other delivered in an equally silly, adorable fashion.

“I believe his majesty remembers it had to do with dancing?” he said, tossing his discarded shirt to the floor and approaching Gilithren's position. 

She was lovely like this, half clad in his clothes, and in the same spirit he spied in her eyes, Gil-galad dipped and hooked a hand under her stretched knee. His other arm closed around Gilithren's waist and he spun, quiet laughter in his throat as he pressed his smiling lips to the side of her neck. 

“That... will not be necessary, ithildim. Your audience was granted before you ever asked for it.” One turn, two turns, then three and he stopped. Gil-galad pulled back to look at her, both amusement and adoration mingling in his eyes, along with a desire that was quietly blooming inside. “Though I do remember a second statement, after which you will be able to resume your dancing.”

He was quiet as he returned her feet to the floor, lips grazing the soft skin of her exposed chest as he walked her back towards the nearest wall. His hands wandered up and down her torso, searching for the fingers holding the robe in place as one of his knees hit the tiles. For some moments, Gil-galad inhaled her scent, face buried within the silken pleats at her abdomen, and then looked up, his smile as playful and adoring as full of fire.

“You spoke of someone bending a knee, if I recall correctly, and you failed to mention who would do it.” He was still lost in the bliss of their earlier days, and had no wishes to find a way back to what life had been before he'd opened his heart to Gilithren. She was both friend and lover, cherished and ravaged in equal measure. And perhaps it was their previous relationship what gave depth to this new one, because Gil-galad couldn't help but giggle in this kneeling position, with his hands already tracing the muscles of her calves on their way up. “Would you have me, filthy as I am? You might have to bathe afterwards.”

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U

R

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

It comes with trust, but yes. At first he would need to be in absolute control, but then he'll let himself go.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The answer is: yes. I've responded to something similar here: x

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D, Q, R

Again, gonna respond with Gil and Cel in mind:

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's been known to walk around with her lingerie bunched up in his pocket. It does smell of her and everything they did so he could keep those scraps of lace as a trophy. He'll give them back later. Probably.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He definitely likes to take his time, build things up properly, but quickies happen. Gil-galad distinguishes between the ones that happen because he knows Celebrían's love of being swept away from a corridor and into a quiet nook, and the ones that are only a prelude (or warning, depending on the mood) of what's to come when they both find each other later. These latter ones are mostly playful and teasing, aiming to leave her longing for more than he'll give now.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes, but it would take time, building trust. Though it felt riskier when their relationship was still the worst kept secret across the realm, as their bond deepened, he's been keener on experimenting. Anyway I feel it is Celebrían who leads here, and he's quite happy to follow.