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skyeventide · 3 years

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my trsb fic has so many notes to the text that they didn’t fit within the ao3 notes’ section character limit lmao, so here is the lengthier version of it. you can consider it a teaser I guess? but either way, I need some place to store these and link them back in the fic.

contents here, cut for length

on the matter of the mother of Gil-Galad

Celebrimbor’s names

shibbolething all over Thauron’s name

actual quotes and canon

On the matter of the mother of Gil-Galad

Meril-i-Turinqi is a Book of Lost Tales character, lady of Tol Eressea, kin of In(g)we but also similar to the Solosimpi, which is to say the Teleri.

The character of "Meril" on the other hand, is a proto-Amarie, Finrod's love interest. In the early draft of Meril's appearance, Finrod is married and is father of Gil-Galad: this draft is obviously discarded and Finrod becomes childless, while Meril transforms into Amarie, who does not join the exile. Gil-Galad is instead transferred to Orodreth, which iirc is Tolkien's last word on the matter (I don't count the Fingon thing as even canon-adjacent, ChrisT was quite clear in admitting the mistake). Now I recall Orodreth is said to be married to a Sinda; why did I discard that? Cause I initally forgot it. Rip to me and Orodreth.

However, what I had was: a proto-Amarie, who is a Vanya, and a BoLT character who is of the family of Ingwe (so a Vanya), but also like the Teleri (so of the third clan, even though not a Sinda). And so Meril-proto-Amarie became Meril-i-Turinqi, wife of Orodreth.

The full headcanon on Meril here would have her as daughter of a Vanya who is kin of Ingwe and of Telerin nobility (or royalty? they're all big on intermarrying between royal families), which fulfills both sides of the coin and also stays true to the statement that Elenwe is the sole full-Vanya to join the exile (I'm gonna assume this excludes any non-royalty followers). Now regarding the parentage of Orodreth, he is here son of Angrod, as I feel that is a better option in almost all respects. This poses some issues with regard to age, as I recall Orodreth-son-of-Angrod and Idril as being named the only two non-adults to do the journey to ME (again... this surely excludes any non-royalty youngsters, but nonetheless). Obviously these issues grow even further if one also includes the matter of Celebrimbor being Aman-born to a wife who doesn't follow Curufin (and therefore the matter of his age at the time of exile), but reconciling these versions is borderline impossible with how the origins of Celebrimbor keep changing throughout the conception of the legendarium.

Long story short, I up the age of Orodreth to be at least old enough to speak softly with Finarfin (here his grandfather) during the flight of the Noldor, but I have him already married though childless. Finduilas is born early into the exile and Gil-Galad is her younger brother.

Meril returns to Aman at the end of the First Age and rules Tol Eressea for the exiles who are stuck there until the Ban is fully lifted.

Celebrimbor's names

FN = father-name, MN = mother-name

I do not claim to have come up with "Tyelperinquar is an epesse", that headcanon, which nonetheless I'm sure happened separately for other people, is one I first read in a fic by Tyelperintal on AO3. That of course means that I could no longer go with the FN Curufinwe MN Tyelperinquar option, and needed another mother-name, which I also borrowed from the same story, and went for Ilvanon, "the perfect". It's pretty, and also speaks of a mix of high expectations and love.

What in this story made me accept the epesse headcanon is the matter of the origin of "T(y)elperinquar" as a name. Vinyar Tengwar (and most recently also NoME) explains how "silver fist" is a name common among the Teleri, famous for their ability to smith silver even among the Noldor, and it is also mentioned how other similar names, such as Tegilbor "calligrapher", are given to people based on their skill. This, however, directly contradicts the fact that elves don't give the same name to more than one person. That statement is problematic in itself (impossible that all elves across all time are aware of all names that ever have been used -- and also of course there's the usual royalty exceptions, that however may well be exceptions because they are royalty), but if it is a common name among the Teleri and we are to keep the duplicate names lore in mind... my only solution is that it's a coveted epesse, given to the very skilled.

Celebrimbor picks it as his chosen and preferred name over FN, already shared by two people and preferred as chosen name by his father, and the potential arrogance of picking his MN with its meaning.

This still led me to problems of both spelling and language choices.

As far as spelling goes, there's several variations. I'm marking with * the one that is not canonically attested, but can be inferred.

Pure Telerin: Telperimpar

Quenya-Telerin compound that maintains the Telerin spelling of silver: Telperinquar

As above, but shortened: Telpinquar

Pure Quenya: *Tyelperinquar

Pure Quenya, shortened: Tyelpinquar

I use all these except the last one at various stages: I decided (though I go back and forth on this) that his household might have used pure Quenya, and his mother sticks to it; the person in Tirion panicks and uses the shortened version Telpinquar, which together with Telperinquar (Telerin spelling maintained) was more common among the Noldor. The Tirion passage exemplifies the uses and applications of these names, how they were given and altered.

This leads me to problems of language and POV, Celebrimbor vs Tyelperinquar. His mother, in her POV, always uses the latter, but Celebrimbor himself uses the former. The true problem here was adapting my feeling that Celebrimbor would be far more used to thinking of himself as Celebrimbor (as opposed to the Quenya name) vs Tolkien's statement that elves do not use names in another language when speaking in X language. This doesn't stay wholly true through the legendarium and the texts, so it's something I've decided to partially ignore when it comes to POV, though I tend to stick to it in first person dialogue. Something that again I try to tackle in the text itself -- when Galadriel tells Celebrimbor which language to speak and which name to use for her.

I am not entirely satisfied with all my choices here and I might revisit them in the future, but for the moment, here we go.

Shibbolething all over Thauron's name

Another language and spelling headache. As I encountered the problem of Sauron, I encountered that of the spelling of his name: the eternal TH/S issue. Were I to have Celebrimbor's mother, and Celebrimbor himself, stick to the Shibboleth? I initially attempted to circumvent this by using Gorthaur, but the issue described just above, about mixing languages, yet again bit me in the ass.

Of course it comes down to characterisation: would Mrs Curufin stick to the Shibboleth, and would Celebrimbor? The matter with Celebrimbor was that I don't believe he spoke Quenya with any real frequency after the Nargothrond business, not as a choice but rather due to circumstances and preferences of those around him. With Ercasse, the conflict is part of the character, and that sadly meant that the TH/S choice became less of a personal choice and more of a political one, as usual.

That got me thinking about the circumstances around her and something interesting came to me: Finarfin spoke Quenya with the Shibboleth, because of the Teleri. And in the Darkening he becomes king in Tirion, and also has to adjust things with the Teleri -- not an easy task, imo, when he turns back only after the pronunciation of the Doom, and not just after the kinslaying occurred. Additionally, the Vanyar spoke preserving TH. Additionally x2, by the Fourth Age, Exilic Quenya (which uses S) is associated with those who rebelled and returned to Aman -- meanwhile any Sindar preserved TH naturally, as it's a sound that never went out of use in Sindarin.

So I chose to take these things and make something of it. If Finarfin maintains TH to keep the Telerin influence; if the Noldor who remain in Aman decide to step closer to the Vanyar in an anti-rebellion reactionary manner and to conform to the speech of the king; if Exilic Quenya gains the lower status of language of the exiles; and considering the canon fact that in later ages the elves are more likely to preserve language rather than change it -- what are our chances that Shibbolething gains opposite connotations as time passes? My conclusion was high chances. So I decided to implement it.

And so Ercasse doesn't have to think about her personal allegiances anymore and has a path built in for herself in these social changes. And Sauron is Thauron. (Unless Galadriel is talking: she doesn't Shibboleth, and uses “Sauron” and “Sindarin”.)

Quotes and canon

Many things I wrote are based on canon snippets. Here I tried to collect them.

On Celebrimbor and the mention of the bath of flames in his speech. It isn't, in fact, a corny lineage reference, but rather a metaphysical or pseudo-physical concept of purification from the Lost Tales:

Yet now the prayers of [their parents] came even to Manwe [the highest Valar], and the Gods had mercy on their unhappy fate, so that those twain Turin and Nienori entered into ... the bath of flame... and so were all their sorrows and stains washed away, and they dwelt as shining Valar among the blessed ones, and now the love of that brother and sister is very fair;

On the naming of Mithril (appears in the upcoming Nature of Middle Earth, as well as already published in Vinyar Tengwar):

[Celebrimbor] was a great silver-smith, and went to Eregion attracted by the rumours of the marvellous metal found in Moria, Moria-silver, to which he gave the name mithril.

On Celebrimbor's ambition and assorted choices, from Letter 131:

In the first we see a sort of second fall or at least ‘error’ of the Elves. There was nothing wrong essentially in their lingering against counsel, still sadly with the mortal lands of their old heroic deeds. But they wanted to have their cake without eating it. They wanted the peace and bliss and perfect memory of ‘The West’, and yet to remain on the ordinary earth where their prestige as the highest people, above wild Elves, dwarves, and Men, was greater than at the bottom of the hierarchy of Valinor. They thus became obsessed with 'fading’, the mode in which the changes of time (the law of the world under the sun) was perceived by them. They became sad, and their art (shall we say) antiquarian, and their efforts all really a kind of embalming – even though they also retained the old motive of their kind, the adornment of earth, and the healing of its hurts. […] But many of me Elves listened to Sauron. He was still fair in that early time, and his motives and those of the Elves seemed to go partly together: the healing of the desolate lands. Sauron found their weak point in suggesting that, helping one another, they could make Western Middle-earth as beautiful as Valinor. It was really a veiled attack on the gods, an incitement to try and make a separate independent paradise.

Legolas and Aragorn and my choice to use the word love:

"[...]Yet whatever is still to do, I hope to have a part in it, for the honour of the folk of the Lonely Mountain." "And I for the folk of the Great Wood," said Legolas, "and for the love of the Lord of the White Tree [Aragorn]."

Celebrimbor and the Elessar. It must be noted that this Celebrimbor is not Celebrimbor son of Curufin, but I still liked the tidbit of lore. From there my choice to have three different Elessar stones, one made by Feanor, one by Enerdhil of Gondolin, one by Celebrimbor (in the fic redressed to Celebrimbor son of Curufin, and without the romantic love for Galadriel):

But he did not say to Galadriel that he himself was of Gondolin long ago. Therefore he took thought, and began a long delicate labour, and so for Galadriel he made the greatest of his works (save the Three Rings only).And it is said that more subtle and clear was the green gem that he made than that of Enerdhil, but yet its light had less power. For whereas that of Enerdhil was lit by the Sun in its youth, already many years had passed ere Celebrimbor began his work, and nowhere in Middle-earth was the light as clear as it had been, for though Morgoth had been thrust out into the Void and could not enter again, his far shadow lay upon it.Radiant nonetheless was the Elessar of Celebrimbor; and he set it within a great brooch of silver in the likeness of an eagle rising upon outspread wings.

On the vale and the stream where Formenos is located, I utilised this passage from Lost Tales:

[...] here the entire people of the Noldoli are ordered to leave Kor for the rugged dale northwards where the stream Híri plunged underground, and the command to do so seems to have been less a punishment meted out to them by Manwe than a pre-caution and a safeguard. In connection with the place of the banishment of the Noldoli, here called Sirnúmen ('Western Stream') [...]

Relevant LotR quotes about the Eregion passages, used for soil description extrapolations and other elements:

Suddenly Gimli, who had pressed on ahead, called back to them. He was standing on a knoll and pointing to the right. Hurrying up they saw below them a deep and narrow channel. It was empty and silent, and hardly a trickle of water flowed among the brown and redstained stones of its bed; but on the near side there was a path, much broken and decayed, that wound its way among the ruined walls and paving-stones of an ancient highroad. ‘Ah! Here it is at last!’ said Gandalf. ‘This is where the stream ran: Sirannon, the Gate-stream, they used to call it. But what has happened to the water, I cannot guess; it used to be swift and noisy. Come! We must hurry on. We are late.’ [...] "...there is a wholesome air about Hollin. Much evil must befall a country before it wholly forgets the elves, if once they dwelt there." "That is true", said Legolas. "But the Elves of this land were of a race strange to us of the silvan folk, and the trees and the grass do not now remember them: Only I hear the stones lament them: deep they delved us, fair they wrought us, high they builded us; but they are gone. They are gone. They sought the Havens long ago."

More TBA if anything comes to mind.

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warrioreowynofrohan · 4 years

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Lord of the Rings Character Thoughts - Gimli

Taking a closer look at Gimli’s characterization and character arc between Rivendell and Lothlórien, what stands out is how strongly it is defined by defensiveness. Gimli’s aware that elves - certainly the wood-elves, who live nearest to Erebor - mistrust dwarves. He is completely unwilling for his people to be seen as less trustworthy, moral, admirable, or knowledgeable than elves are. This comes up in all his arguements with elves, but there are signs of it even before his early exchanges of Legolas. Gimli, notably, is the one who debates with Elrond over oaths when the Company are setting off, whereas many people would be shy of openly arguing with an elven-lord who’s specifically renowned for his knowledge and wisdom.

Their first disagreement between Gimli and Legolas starts up when Gandalf mentions that in Eregion there was friendship between dwarves and elves.

“It was not the fault of the Dwarves that the friendship waned,” said Gimli.

“I have not heard it was the fault of the Elves,” said Legolas.

“I have heard both,” said Gandalf, “and I will not give judgement now. But I beg you two, Legolas and Gimli, at least to be friends and to help me. I need you both.”

(I find this first exchange quite ridiculous - as does Gandalf, clearly. They’re arguing about why their people aren’t friends! If you both recognize that’s an undesirable state of affairs, then just be friends! Which is basically what Gandalf says.)

The second exchange, outside Lothlórien, is similar in its dynamic, when Legolas is telling the story of Nimrodel:

“[The song of Nimrodel] is long and sad, for it tells how sorrow came upon Lothlórien, Lórien of the Blossom, when the Dwarves awakened evil in the mountains.”

“But the Dwarves did not make the evil,” said Gimli.

“I said not so; yet evil came,” answered Legolas sadly.

Both of these interactions are characterized by Gimli’s defensiveness - any time there’s something like even an implicit criticism of dwarven actions, he jumps in. This defensiveness shows up much more strongly in Lothlórien, when the elves insist he be blindfolded: “I will go forward free, or I will go back and seek my own land, where I am known to be true of word, though I perish alone in the wilderness.”

(Legolas, for his part, seems to be actively endeavouring to avoid an argument in both cases. In the first exchange, he says “I have not heard it was the fault of the Elves,” presenting it as a description of his own limited knowledge rather than a statement of fact. In the second one, he avoids arguing and switches to a neutral, non-dwarf-related statement when Gimli objects. I also noticed that it’s Legolas who drags Gimli away from Balin’s tomb in Moria, after the battle. He seems to be trying to heed Gandalf’s urging that the two of them be friends. This makes me think that Legolas does not have any personal animus against dwarves, or dislike of Gimli; what he does have are unthinking biases from growing up in a culture that’s hostile to them, and that’s what comes out under stress during the argument over blindfolds in Lothlórien. I do love the way Aragorn calls him on his racial generalizations, btw.)

Gimli’s defensiveness is the reason why Galadriel’s words are so transformative to both his attitude and to his friendship with Legolas. In the throne room of Caras Galadhon, Gimli is for the first time in a situation that is too overwhelming and intimidating for him to stand up for dwarves, even when he is offended:

“Alas!” said Celeborn. “We have long feared under Caradhras a terror slept. But had I known that the Dwarves had stirred up this evil in Moria again, I would have forbidden you to pass the nirthern borders, you and all that went with you. And if it were possible, one would say that Gandalf fell from wisdom into folly, going needlessly into the net of Moria.”

“He would be rash indeed that said that thing,” said Galadriel gravely. “Needless were none of the deeds of Gandalf in life. Those that followed him knew not his mind and cannot report his full purpose. But however it may be with the guide, the followers are blameness. Do not repent of ypur welcome to the Dwarf. If our folk had been exiled long and far from Lothlórien, who of the Galadhrim, even Celeborn the Wise, would pass nigh and would not wish to look upon their ancient home, though it had become an abode of dragons?

“Dark is the water of Kheled-zâram, and cold are the springs of Kibil-nâla, and fair were the many-pillared halls of Khazad-dûm in Elder Days before the fall of mighty kings beneath the stone.” She looked upon Gimli, who sat glowering and sad, and she smiled. And the Dwarf, hearing the names given in his own ancient tongue, looked up and met her eyes; and it seemed to him that he looked suddenly into the heart of an enemy and saw there love and understanding. Wonder came i to his face, and then he smiled in answer.

He rose clumsily and bowed in dwarf-fashion, saying: “Yet more fair is the living land of Lórien, and the Lady Galadriel is above all the jewels that lie beneath the earth!”

There are several things that stand out here. First, Gimli does not respond to Celeborn’s remark about the dwarves stirring up evil - the first time he hasn’t responded to a comment of that sort about dwarves. Both the surroundings and the company are overwhelming, and on top of that, Gandalf is dead as a result of the balrog being awakened and he may feel unable - emotionally or factual - to dispute Celeborn’s casting of blame for that on the dwarves of Moria. He’s “glowering and sad”, but he can’t manage to muster a defense.

Galadriel’s words are important because they offer both empathy and respect: she expresses that elves would do the same as dwarves in the same circumstances, countering the idea that the dwarves and somehow uniquely wrongheaded in wanting to return to Moria, and she recognizes the beauty and worth of Khazad-dûm and its surroundings (and implicitly, of the dwarven language). She’s defending Gimli at the very moment when he’s run out of words to do so himself.

And it’s that recognition and defense from Galadriel - that dwarves are both morally and culturally the equals of elves - that frees Gimli from his defensiveness and open him up to also appreciate and praise the beauty of Lothlórien. And Lothlórien is the point where he and Legolas first become friends, because he’s now in a frame of mind where he no longer needs the same kind of knee-jerk defensiveness, because he’s recieved recognition and respect and validation. (It may also be a similar turning point for Legolas, in terms of modelling that respect and admiration for dwarven creations and culture is not a fundamentally un-Elvish sentiment, which is the kind of idea one could easily internalize growing up in Mirkwood.)

This is very important to me, because often Gimli’s regard for Galadriel is placed in terms of admiration for her beauty, but it’s not physical beauty that makes him admire her, it’s her love and recognition and respect for his culture and people, and her empathy for them. (I’ve got another post to work on about the use/meaning of beauty in Tolkien’s works.)

#tolkien #the lord of the rings #gimli #galadriel #legolas #character thoughts

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artemisdesari-blog · 3 years

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Why I Find Tauriel Problematic; An Essay On My Thoughts, Feelings, And Why Ambivalence Has Turned Into Frustration and Distaste

Although I have only been back on the fanfiction horse for about two years, and what a wonderful two years those have been, my brief stint writing fanfiction for The Hobbit has shown me a great deal about the fandom, and one of those things is that Tauriel is something like Marmite. For those unfamiliar with Marmite, it is a British salty yeast extract spread that is either utterly delicious or utterly vile depending on the tastes of the one eating it. The marketing slogan for it is “You either love it or hate it”, so even the manufacturers are aware that enjoyment of their product is a very subjective thing. Tauriel seems to polarise the fandom almost as much as said yeast extract, although there is a little more mid range ambivalence towards her as well. For me, personally, I prefer to pretend that she never existed in the movies at all, something that I will get into at a later date. That ambivalence has, sadly, shifted to distaste.

It is no secret that in popular literature and culture there is a very glaring absence of strong female characters. To the extent that when your Captain Janeways, Samantha Carters, Natasha Romanovs and so on pop up they become worth commenting on. Tolkien, of course, is no saint where this is concerned. It is glaringly obvious that for every Lúthien, Galadriel, Arwen and Eowyn there are dozens of male characters who play far greater roles in the saving of the world. In fact, The Hobbit is without strong female characters entirely, being a novel completely dominated by the male Company of Thorin Oakenshield, including the title character. Considering who Tolkien is supposed to have originally written the tale for, the source myths that he referenced and prevailing attitudes of the time, it is unsurprising. In fact, that characters like Eowyn and Galadriel pop up at all, not discounting Lúthien whose romance with Beren was said to have some inspiration from Tolkien’s own marriage, is impressive all things considered.

With that in mind, let us consider the matter of Tauriel. She was not in the book, and while I can see why the studio wanted her added to the film they later made decisions about her which sat, and still do sit, very poorly with me. Generally speaking, as a writer, I prefer to try ignoring the fact that she exists in the movies, even if I reference the movie appearances of the dwarves to avoid writing about too many bearded males with white or blue or blond hair. If I do reference her it is usually in passing and with no intention to do anything further with her other than acknowledge that she was added to the cast. Frequently, however, I get asked the questions “Will Kíli and Tauriel be forming an attachment?”. “How do you plan to handle the romance between Kíli and Tauriel given the relationship you’ve been building with X character?”, “Why do you dislike her so much?”. I’ve even been accused of disliking her from the misogynistic view point of “the evil female who corrupts the helpless males,” which is frankly offensive and not at all the case.

To the first two questions: she is not book canon, I do not need to address the so-called romance because there is nothing in Tolkien’s canon to support her existence and thus the romance. To the last question… well, that one is a little more complicated and requires an in depth examination of her introduction, actions and interactions with Kíli, as well as his personality as established over the course of the films since we have precious little to go on in the books.

First, let us look at Kíli. He is a flirt. We know that, we see him flirting with various elves during dinner in Rivendell. Beyond that, however, we see very little of his tastes or preferences, although it is probably fair to assume that he is probably something of a romantic as well. As much as he is a main character, he is still more of a background character compared to Bilbo and Thorin. It is, after all, about the hobbit of the piece. He is young, either just about to turn 77 or not long having done so and that makes him young enough that we get the impression that he and Fíli both are still of an age where it is perfectly natural to idolise their uncle and be desperate for his approval. We see that the few times he is dressed down he feels it very keenly. We also see that he is playful and open, perhaps the most playful and open of all of them except, maybe, Bofur. He is curious, perfectly capable of giving his all when it comes to a fight and Gandalf refers to him as one of Thorin’s best alongside his brother and Dwalin.

We also see him flip from open and loving, though perhaps infatuated is a better word, to cold and murderous in a moment, so we can probably include passionate in all things in that as well.

Now, let us look at Tauriel. Unlike Kíli, we have no set age for her. We know that she is young for an elf, but the ages given range from somewhere around 600 to 1,400. There is one quote placing her at 1,347 but it is in a sea of conflicting information. Regardless, she is young, she is idealistic and curious. She has never left Mirkwood and has dedicated much of the last few decades to attempting to curb the influx of giant spiders which are spreading from Dol Guldur while arguing with Thranduil; who wants his borders kept clear but refuses to deal with the source of the threat. An attitude not unfamiliar to many of us, sadly. She has the friendship of a prince of Mirkwood but is declared not good enough for him. Also, not an uncommon attitude in those who could be thought of as nobility.

She, like any being that has literally had hundreds of years to practice, is incredibly good with her weapons and pings and flips around like the others of her kind. Given her youth and position we can conclude that she is considered unusually skilled for her age but she still has the advantage of living forever, unless she tires of life or is killed, to keep improving her skills.

Finally, let us look at the history between elves and dwarves. It is not a pretty one. They come together for the sake of occasional trade, or to face the threat of Morgoth, and later Sauron, and their armies, but otherwise they keep to themselves. The dislike is clear on both sides and occurs well before the day Smaug arrived in Erebor, during the First Age in fact. So it will be difficult for this young pair to overcome millennia of bad feeling between their people, some of whom actually remember the events that set the dislike in stone. Legolas and Gimli are later understood to be among only a very, very, few who become close enough to be considered great friends. Much of fandom would probably cheerfully have them be a great deal more given Legolas snuck his dwarf into Valinor after Aragorn’s death.

To the shoe-horned in romance, and I do mean that in the literal sense. Evangeline Lily has been heard in interviews to say that she was wary about the fan reception of Tauriel from the start and that she signed on under the explicit understanding that there would be no romance or love triangle. And at the end of the initial shoot there was not. When they came back for studio shoots and reshoots, however, she was presented with a list of scenes that had been added and some that needed to be reshot to accommodate, you guessed it, a love triangle. She was signed in, she had taken the money, done the work and was boxed into a corner. The love triangle went in and it became the part of the films that polarises the fans the most. Besides, if we want to ship something, we do not need to have it spoon fed to us. Bagginshield is the most popular ship in the fandom and we only get the odd hint towards it here and there. Then look at the multitude of other ships. We did not need to be given something we can make up for ourselves.

That out of the way, let us look at their meeting:

The Company is beset by giant spiders, destined to be dinner, confused and disorientated and more than a little desperate, weakened due to lack of food and the weird miasma of Mirkwood which has been playing havoc with their minds. None of them are in good shape but, as they do, they fight on anyway. They need to survive and reach the mountain so that they can take back their home. Enter the elves, arrows whistling, blades crunching into thick spider exoskeletons, performing all manner of acrobatic leaps and twists to avoid getting bitten or killed. It is impressive, eye-catching even to the older dwarves, and would likely be even more so to a pair of young dwarves like Fíli and Kíli. We do not see Fíli’s reaction, he is too busy frantically looking for his missing brother who has been cornered by a spider.

Enter Tauriel, who refuses to give him a knife to defend himself with and help her deal with the stragglers because she believes he may well be an enemy. She is, in fact, somewhat derogatory towards him. I would not say that Kíli is charmed, although he is certainly impressed, because were he charmed I do not believe he would have such a massively discontent expression on his face as she takes him back to the others. I suspect that, much like in Rivendell, he would have put more effort into turning on the charm.

As the dwarves are led away, we get the first indication that Tauriel has noticed him; she comments that he is not entirely unattractive for a dwarf due to his lack of beard and the fact that he is tall for one of their kind. Legolas is unimpressed, but we expect that.

Once they reach the cells we see the dwarves desperately attempting to avoid being locked up. Most of them are attempting to force their way free, Fíli appears to be in the process of having yet more knives removed from his person while he huffs and sulks, and Kíli is watching as he is taken to a cell of his own. A solitary one at that. Fíli and Kíli, it could be argued, are a little bit co-dependant. Not horrendously, but they have been watching out for one another over all the rest from the start, they are brothers after all, and in the life of a dwarf five years is not all that much of an age gap. So we can assume that Kíli does not really want to be locked up on his own, he is a social person regardless it would seem and I suspect that being alone would be a special kind of torture for him. He tries stalling.

“Aren’t you going to check me? I could have anything down my trousers.”

I’ll give Tauriel this, she is quick witted and this is possibly one of my favourite exchanges of the films. Her reply; “Or nothing” is cool, a little bit cutting and gives no indication of any sort of interest at all. If anything, she seems a little exasperated with all the fuss the lot of them are creating and she simply wants to be done with it. Away Kíli goes and off she goes to report to her king.

Who proceeds to compliment her on her good handling of things so far, order her to make it better faster, reject her proposal for exterminating the source rather than simply dealing with the fallout and then tell her that no matter what else she has done, she is not good enough for his son. Oof. She hesitates before replying, stumbles her way through a response and seems genuinely upset about it. Regardless of whether her feelings for Legolas are of friendship or if she had been hoping for a little more as well, being told something like that had to hurt.

We next see Tauriel patrolling the cells. Some of the dwarves are making noise, most seem pretty resigned, Kíli is fiddling with his promise stone. Which he promptly drops and loses through the bars, only for it to be stopped by Tauriel who demands to know what it is. As you do. Kíli, as you do, replies that it is a curse stone and any who is not a dwarf who looks upon it will suffer greatly. I forget the exact quote, I could look it up but I’m not feeling quite that dedicated to making my point here. Tauriel hesitates. I will not say that she is alarmed, she seems to take his words with a pinch of salt, but she is definitely wary and we have to remember that she is a very young elf who has spent all of her life in Mirkwood. She has not interacted with dwarves, has no reason to have done so and so she has no idea if what he is saying is true or not. And we have no idea how many of the old stories about elves and dwarves she has heard, although we know it is enough for her to have a generally low opinion of them. Her hesitation is enough to cause Kíli to come clean, perhaps fearing that she will take this precious memento of his mother from him. You can see the moment that Tauriel decides to return it, the flicker of surprise that a dwarf would mention a parent with such apparent fondness and it makes me wonder what stories she has been told about dwarves and their emotions. Regardless, she gives it back and the two begin a conversation which starts with Kíli’s opinion on starlight and moves on to become centred around Kíli’s travels.

It is a good, safe, sensible conversation which would ring no alarm bells. In fact, the only thing that hints towards the idea that we should be looking for a romantic angle is the shot of Legolas looking down upon them with a disgusted sneer.

This is where I began to feel uneasy with the direction the story was taking. Legolas is clearly jealous, Tauriel has clearly been hurt by the callous words of Thranduil and there was, perhaps, a little bit of flirting going on between the bars. This is Kíli after all. One thing we forget, however, is that she is his jailor. She is in a position of significant power over him. Let us flip the genders. The one behind bars is female, the one who holds the keys and is showing a marked interest in her is male. This is a familiar trope, and one which many of us shudder back from due to the power divide and the vulnerability of the female character, no matter how kind the male one seems. Why, then, do so many of us ignore the reverse scenario? Why is it alright for a woman, or elleth, in a position of power over a male, and especially a young one who might well be looking for a way out and a way to keep his friends and family safe, to pay such marked attention to a male captive?

The answer, of course, is that it is very much not alright, but we let it slide because it is not the reverse and society seems to have this thing for women in power seducing helpless males.

So, they have got their flirt on, spent an unspecified length of time languishing in the cells and now it is time to escape. The book would have us believe that they spent a month or so in the cells and rode their barrels out with relative ease. No gates, orcs, arrows or chases through the rapids. I can understand the movies needing something a little more dramatic. It would have been a dull escape otherwise, but we can already see the shift in Tauriel when the dwarves escape, even though she has known them at most a month, and the film makes it seem like they have only been in there a day or two which is what makes her actions later make even less sense than they would had she known Kíli a month. She hesitates. Her prisoners have escaped, her king is going to be very displeased, and still she hesitates.

I refuse to get into the thing with the morgul arrow, I find it very hard to believe that Sauron would have allowed the use of those and thus tipped others who were not Gandalf, Saruman, Galadriel and Elrond off to the fact that he was on the move. I am not even entirely sure they were a thing in book canon which is neither here nor there. It is believable that Kíli would have been hurt, that is a risk in every combat situation, and I will leave it at that.

The dwarves escape and head to Lake Town with Kíli in increasingly poor shape, Tauriel and Legolas take an orc to Thranduil for questioning which results in the elf king ordering the gates sealed. He wants nothing to do with whatever quarrel is between the orcs and dwarves. I hardly blame him. Legolas and Tauriel both object at different times and get shut down, and Legolas goes to obey his father’s orders, only to realise that Tauriel has already run off after this bloke she hardly knows.

I love Kíli, I do, but at this point he holds about as much of a permanent place in her life as the bloke I started to play Dungeons and Dragons with three months ago does in mine. And she probably knows him about as well as I do that guy.

She is idealistic, young, desperate to see the world. I get that. It is as good a reason as any to want to go out there and save it given that she is, to borrow from Guardians of the Galaxy, one of the idiots who lives in it. But saving the world, or that corner of it, was not what set her off in Thranduil’s throne room. Being told that Kíli was going to die slowly and painfully was. As much as the scene argues that she is going out there to save the world because she believes that they have a responsibility to do so, she has also already shown that Kíli is one of her primary reasons.

Four years ago, my then four year old, looked at this whole mess and said “But Elsa says you can’t marry a man you just met”. Where she got the idea Tauriel wanted to marry Kíli, I do not know, but that observation stuck with me.

Anyway, because this is getting rambling, stuff happens, the dwarves have a feast, Kíli gets left in Lake Town with Fíli while the rest go on to Erebor and Tauriel fights her way into Bard’s in time to get some athelas to heal Kíli, although not without a little bit of dithering about before hand as she tries to work out what, if anything, she can do to help him. It is not the first time we see the calm, collected and confident character we were introduced to take a backseat before she pulls herself together but it is quite prominent. Kíli, while being healed, spouts off some romantic gibberish about him and Tauriel being worlds apart from one another and wondering if she could have loved him.

It is very sweet. It is also delirious ramblings. I have said some things while feverish and sick that have had my Significant Other raising his eyebrows at me. It is not meant to be taken really seriously. For all we know, five minutes before he might have proposed marriage to Óin or been hallucinating a fight with Smaug. It is sweet and romantic, as we might believe Kíli to be, but can it be considered a true declaration?

Incidentally, this part is one of the changes that makes me really quite angry. Fíli and Kíli were always supposed to be at Thorin’s side when they entered Erebor. He leaves Kíli, and therefore Fíli, behind with barely a twitch, and callously does so after making him struggle his way to the dock and the waiting boat in front of the population of Lake Town who are waiting to see them off. It raises questions about whether the gold obsession that plagues the line of Durin had already started to set in, but I think it was a decision made to give a greater sense of peril to the scenes in Lake Town when Smaug is razing the place.

Either way, I do not like it.

The morning after the night before dawns, Kíli seems none the worse for wear after his near brush with death, though we know that Frodo was heavily weakened after his own such encounter in sixty/eighty years, depending on if you book or film timeline it. He is saying goodbye to Tauriel and effectively tells her he loves her by calling her “amrâlimê” which most of us here know means something to the effect of “my love”. Watch Fíli behind him, rolling his eyes and shaking his head as though this is not the first time he has seen his brother act like this. Fíli is the Darcy to Kíli’s Bingley, except maybe this time it really is not love at all and Fíli is right to be wary and frustrated. It is also the time we see Kíli go from adoring puppy to murder hound in about 0.6 seconds with the arrival of Legolas. This time he is clearly infatuated, but I would still hesitate to say “in love” for a couple of reasons. The first is that they really hardly know each other, and while love at first sight is a wonderful idea it is not necessarily the strongest foundation for a relationship. Especially one with such incredibly strong Romeo and Juliet vibes. The second is that she has saved his life twice at this point. It is a known phenomenon that when someone does such a thing gratitude can be mistaken for powerful love.

In fact, Aidan and Evangeline have both reported to have said that had Kíli survived the pair of them would have very rapidly recognised that this is not love at all. It is gratitude and infatuation and not something which could withstand the judgement of both of their peoples.

Here, they separate, and neither mentions the other at all. Tauriel is cast out of Mirkwood, Legolas vows he will not return without her which is a whole other host of problems on its own, and they go forth to Gundabad to see what the orcs are up to.

It is bad news, but then these things usually are.

Things go horribly wrong in Erebor, words and Arkenstones are exchanged, hobbits are nearly flung from very high places and battle commences while Dwalin attempts to knock some sense into a gold consumed Thorin. You can see why Kíli will not have had time to think about Tauriel at all.

With the battle joined, it is fight or die. Kíli is unaware that Tauriel is anywhere on the field, or that there is a trap waiting for him in that bloody tower and Tauriel… well she panics. Seeing that Thranduil is intending on withdrawing for the good of his people she stands before him and pulls a weapon on her king demanding that he stay and fight and help the dwarves. If not for the fact that Legolas comes and takes her toward Ravenhill I think Thranduil probably would have crossed a line into kinslaying right there and then. There is only so much disobedience and, frankly, treason one can endure from a subject before something more permanent needs to be done about them.

They get to the tower, Fíli is already dead and Kíli is desperately trying to hold his own against an ambush so that he can avenge his brother. And Tauriel, for some unfathomable reason, races through a tower full of orcs screaming his name. That… that is not how you do these things. At all. By doing that you draw the attention of every creature that is currently free to track you down and kill you.

Moving on.

Watch them fight against Bolg together. They do not do it well. Kíli is fabulous next to Fíli, and probably Thorin and Dwalin and any other dwarf for that matter. He probably would not do too badly with one of the Men beside him but the elvish style of combat and the dwarf style are very different and it does not mesh well for these two who barely really know each other. Legolas and Gimli fight in many of the same battles, but rarely side by side and they are certainly more in tune with one another than these two are. In this case, Tauriel is definitely panicking and I wonder if she would have done the same if it had been Legolas she was fighting with.

Somehow I doubt it.

Anyway, eventually they are overwhelmed, longing looks are exchanged and Kíli is killed. Tauriel breaks down to Thranduil who declares that it was clearly real love.

I just, there is so much wrong with this I hardly know where to start.

A lot of time is dedicated to this addition. It drives a wedge between Thranduil and Legolas that we had no reason to suspect existed, it deprives him of one of his loyal guards and it does absolutely nothing at all to affect the outcome of the quest for Erebor in a positive way. It adds nothing to Kili’s death, it does not make it any more of a tragedy than it is in the book. In fact, if anything I think it takes away from it a little bit. For those not in the know, in the book Thorin is felled on the field, fatally wounded by Bolg who is then crushed to death by Beorn. Fíli and Kíli, who do not wish to see their uncle’s body taken and desecrated, and likely hoping that there was some small chance he could be saved, fight over him as guards until they are overwhelmed and die side by side before help can come. It is, ultimately, a terrible waste of their lives. Thorin lives long enough to apologise to Bilbo in one of the healing tents, much as he does on the side of the mountain in the film, and then he dies.

So Tauriel has made no positive impact upon the outcome, it could be argued that her moment of hesitating to threaten Thranduil could have been the moments where she and Legolas might have reached the tower fast enough to save possibly Kíli, perhaps even Fíli, we will never know. What we do know is that the addition of the love triangle added extra time which could have been given to any of the rest of the Company, most of whom were given very little at all to do other than carry on in the background. We could have spent more time with Bilbo, who got shunted aside for the Legend of Legolas parts and, of course, the love triangle additions. We did not even get the funeral in the theatrical release!

It seemed to primarily be, well, filler. And the studio’s bizarre opinion that they were not going to get female viewers if they did not stick some form of romance in there. It seemed to almost be an attempt to mirror the Arwen, Aragorn, Eowyn triangle from the Lord of the Rings, except they missed the mark there spectacularly. Arwen knew very well what she was giving up in marrying Aragorn, and she ultimately made the same choice that her uncle had made thousands of years before as had her very nearly ultimate grandmother (bar Melian) before that. Tauriel could have had no concept at all of what she might have been tying herself to. And that does not even get into the political ramifications of it had Kíli survived, or if he and any one or both of Fíli and Thorin survived.

This next is, of course, speculation, because we have no real way of knowing.

Tauriel has sacrificed everything, her home and position for some dwarf she hardly knew. They think it is love, but in the coming weeks with Kíli dedicated to the mountain, whether alone as king or with his uncle and/or brother, distance begins to grow. Tauriel is an elf, she may have fought in the battle but she is still not completely trusted. Rumours from those who might have seen her interaction with Thranduil during the battle start to surface. Kíli might overlook them for himself, but could Thorin or Fíli? If they were to send Kíli to do something that Tauriel would not like, could they trust her not to do the same to them as she did to Thranduil? She owes them even less loyalty than she did him and she threw it all to one side in a heartbeat. If Kíli is the only one of the younger two who survived, where does that leave the succession? If he and Tauriel cannot have children together the throne is not secure, even if they could with all the millennia of bad blood between elf and dwarf will the general populace really accept a half elf on the throne? Especially one who might live forever. The answer there is very likely to be no, which will cause more problems further on and puts Dáin and later Thorin III Stonehelm on the throne again. So there was no point saving Kíli if the original timeline would come to pass anyway, if with a few more hurdles and a heap more unrest thrown in. In other words, it would cause a lot more contention than it would solve.

If they did grow apart, as the actors have stated they would, I think Tauriel would have come to resent Kíli for his role in her decisions, even though she was a grown elleth and perfectly capable of reasoning out possible consequences for herself. Evangeline says that Tauriel went back to Mirkwood after the battle and I suspect Thranduil forgave her out of pity and because he knew she had learnt a terrible lesson. I doubt, though, that she ever regained his trust, and I very much doubt she ever rose to any real position within the kingdom again. If Kíli had not died, I suspect her reception would have been less forgiving and more in the nature of “well if it isn’t the consequences of your actions” before being thrown from her home in disgrace.

Either ending is unhappy for her.

This whole diatribe actually makes it sound like I quite like the character, and there are some small parts of her that I do like. The film needed a strong female character, and this is perhaps one of the reasons that one of the more popular genderbends in the fandom is female Bilbo. Because either way, the story still works. And all the initial stuff with Tauriel worked. Her early interactions with Kíli, that snappy comeback which is actually a favourite because as a response to someone intending on unsettling her it is perfect, even that little bit of wanderlust that she lets seep out. Where it falls apart, and where my dislike stems, is the introduction of the love triangle, the huge power imbalance between them when it begins in the dungeons of Mirkwood, the fact that gratitude and love are allowed to blur over the line with no one questioning it. Except, perhaps, Fíli, who is the long suffering older sibling accustomed to his brother becoming infatuated with this or that pretty face or great warrior.

Had it been left at the wanderlust and the whole bit with the delirious confession been done away with, she could have still been great. Had she kept her head a bit better upon seeing Kíli fighting Bolg or even had a material effect on things for good I could possibly, possibly have overlooked how it all began. But that moment in the cells set my squick metre off and coloured my opinion of it from there. And even repeat watching has not helped me to see it in a positive light. It was filler, time wasting, and I find it hard to like a character who was introduced as someone that girls could look up to, and who became, instead, every cliché female love interest that I feared she would. They set her up, let her and us down, and as a result I prefer to pretend she never existed, or gloss over her entirely.

And because people are always asking me what my problem with her is I’ve grown to despise her.

Kíli is a grown dwarf, he is perfectly capable of making his own decisions and thinking for himself. Tauriel does not manipulate him into having feelings for her, she seems to be made uncomfortable by the confession in fact, but just as he is capable of thinking for himself, so is she. And I question every decision she made from the moment she locked him behind those bars, because that is where the Tauriel that Kíli met in the spider’s nest begins to vanish.

She could have been a great character and she did not need a love interest, or to become one, for that to happen. The studio handled her poorly, and that is why I would prefer to ignore the fact that she, and that stupid love triangle, ever existed.

#thehobbit #WhyTaurielisaproblem #Because I feel she is #fandom ramblings

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Keeping Secrets - Haldir x Reader

So you are Lord Elrond's child in this oneshot just so you know.

Warnings: none

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You were eating your breakfast with your family one day when your father, Lord Elrond announced that you were going to be visiting family in Lothlórien.

"Perhaps a nice trip to the forest will lift our spirits." he told you and your siblings. "Besides, your mam and dâd will be pleased to see you all in good health."

"I do believe that I'm up for a trip." said Arwen, your older sister. Your brothers, Elladan and Elrohir nodded at what the fair elven lady stated.

Then, you nodded. A trip to someplace other than your home would help you relax and create good memories. The last time you went to Lothlórien was long ago, before your mother sailed into the west.

"Pack your bags then, for we must part soon." your father said. "Go on, as we are leaving tomorrow morning."

In your bag, you packed several outfits, some hair ties, a few snacks for the journey, a brush, and a copy of your favorite book. You weren't too sure how long you were going to stay in the elven forest, so you just made an assumption that it was going to be for about a few weeks.

After you finished packing your stuff you went to where the rest of your family was to discuss the trip. It was so weird that you were going to go on a sudden trip, and you needed some plans. Plans would help you prepare for the stay.

"My children, we will remain in the forest for around sixty days." your father announced. Sixty days seemed to be a lot, but you knew that they were going to pass quickly. That's what always happens when you have a good time anywhere. Time flies.

Soon came the day that you first set off from Imladris. There was to be a long journey, and you hoped that no orc would attack you. It's unfortunate that Middle-earth is growing darker, but it's happening. In fact, the reason why your mother needed to sail to Valinor was because she was attacked and tortured by orcs.

As you went through the Pass of the Caradhras, your stomach felt sick. This was the place where your mother was attacked by orcs. The cold air stung your skin as you moved along, and you felt horrible. You knew that everyone else felt bad based on the looks of their faces. This terrible place gives you all terrible memories.

After many days of journeying, you and your family finally made it to the borders of Lothlórien. There, you were formally greeted by some of the marchwardens. One of them stood in front of them. He was handsome, and you were instantly interested.

Back at home, your father had been considering putting you in an arranged marriage. You didn't like it, but you listened to your father. He could make the right choice. Then you saw that one marchwarden. He had enchanted you.

The marchwarden began to speak to you and your family. He did that while staring at you. It made you blush heavily. His facial expressions as he spoke looked cool and calm. The elf seemed to be a pretty collected guy. He had to be, as he was a marchwarden. Keeping calm under pressure was something that he needed to do on the job.

"Welcome to Lothlórien, my lords and ladies." said the marchwarden. "I am Haldir, and I shall be leading you to the lord and lady of the forest." Even his voice was great. Valar, you wanted to be with him. You couldn't say that you were in love, but you were attracted to him.

Haldir had lead you and your family to Caras Galadhon. It took a while to get there, so you decided to get the guts to finally speak to him.

"Mae govannen, Haldir." you told him in elvish. "Goheno nin, ach lín gar thîr maer. Lín farthacened nin." You then began to blush madly, due to the words that you said.

"Hannon le, hiril nin. Eithro hirlín bain." Haldir told you. This made your cheeks turn redder. "Cí boem minnameleth rhû. Mein, man i eneth lín?" You then told him your name, and held his hand. His hands were cold, and so were yours. As you had his hand in yours, you tried to make sure that your father wasn't looking.

"Haldir, we need to hide this. My father cannot learn of this." you warned. "He's been thinking about putting me in an arranged marriage, and I don't think he'll like us."

The elf nodded sadly. "That is fine. As long as we can grow a relationship, we will be fine." he said quietly, letting go of your hand and walking away.

You now realized how you didn't want to marry for power or status or anything of the kind (although you never did). Right now, you wanted to marry for love. Obviously you didn't love Haldir, but you were developing an infatuation for him, and it was slowly growing stronger.

As you all slowly walked to Caras Galadhon, you continued to speak to Haldir. That elf had a voice that you could listen to all day. Hopefully, the others wouldn't notice you sneaking a little smile to Haldir and maybe brushing your fingers against his.

Finally, you all made it to Caras Galadhon. There were tall trees and plants everywhere. You were being lead to your grandmother and grandfather, Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn. They were very old and wise, for they lived during the Elder Days.

When you stood before the lord and lady of the forest, Haldir whispered into your ear, "Meet me by my home tonight. I'll be standing outside, waiting for you." You nodded, feeling a little excited for tonight.

Your grandparents began to talk to you and your family, welcoming you to the forest and telling you how much they missed you. Truly, you loved them. Sometimes, they would tell tales of the First Age and you were so fascinated by them.

The lord and lady told you that you were free to explore the place. That was when Arwen walked up to you. She had a sweet smile on her face.

"So, I saw you with that warden earlier." she teased. You gulped, realizing that she watched the handholding and the loving gazes. Hopefully, she was the only one who noticed. "Have you already began a love affair with him?"

Instead of lying, you decided to tell her the truth. "Well, sort of. It's not complete yet, and we're only trying this thing out to see if it works." you confessed. "If it does, then I'll consider courtship."

Arwen gasped. Of course, she knew that your father planned to arrange a marriage, meaning that he most likely wouldn't be too happy if he found out that you wanted to marry Haldir. "Courtship? What will ada think of it?"

"I don't know." you plainly stated. "That is why I am trying to keep it a secret. Do not tell anyone. Not even Elladan and Elrohir." Your sister nodded. She was trustworthy, so you knew that she wouldn't let a single word slip.

Later that day, you looked around Caras Galadhon in the dead of night. Everything looked to be silver, and the sky looked a very dark blue. Haldir must be waiting for you in his home, so you looked around until you found an elf sitting outside of a little home, all by himself.

There he was, sitting in a chair. As soon as he saw you, he smiled. Goodness was he the cutest. You ran up to him and greeted him. While he greeted you, you were lead inside his home. It was a neat place, with everything organized. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"Welcome to my home." Haldir told you. "I do hope that it is to your taste. You are a lady of Imladris and Lórien, so I suppose that this isn't as nice as your home."

"It's lovely." you said, looking around. "I love how tidy it is. So, where shall we go?"

"Perhaps we should sit on my little seat over there. There is enough space for the two of us to sit together comfortably." Haldir sat down in a soft couch. You then sat next to him. Your arm touched his. The elf's skin was cool, and you liked it. This was comfortable.

There was a moment of silence as Haldir began to pull you to his laps and braid your hair. Braiding hair was an elvish custom that can show love and adoration. Gently, he split your hair into three strands and began to twist each one beautifully.

While he braided your hair, he grabbed some gems from a little box and placed them in your hair. He was proud of his work. Nobody spoke as he braided your hair. You just sat there waited for him to finish. When he did finish, he stood you up and showed you your reflection in a nearby mirror.

You looked nice. "Wow... I love it." you muttered, giving Haldir a smile that he believes can outshine the Moon and the Sun. Slowly he was falling in love with you, and you did the same for him. "Now, let me braid your hair."

Haldir sat on a chair while you stood up and braided his hair. It was so soft, like all elves' hair, and you just wanted to mess with it all night long. With each twist you made, the more of a connection you felt with Haldir. As if you and him were destined to be together.

During the night, the two of you stayed together and chatted. You hadn't realized that your father was wondering where you were while you sat with Haldir. You were too busy having a wonderful time with the elf that you were now in a relationship of some sort with.

"Maybe we should do this every night." you said, giving Haldir your hand to hold.

"Yes, we definitely should." Haldir replied.

The next morning, you left Haldir's home after giving him a quick peck on the cheek and went to see your father. Based on the look of his face when he saw you, he seemed concerned.

"Where have you been?" your father asked. "I haven't seen you since yesterday afternoon."

"I was... exploring the forest all night." you lied. He couldn't know about you and Haldir. So you had to lie. "The thing is, I lost track of time."

"Alright then..." your father muttered. "As long as you come see me every morning, you can do whatever it is you do at night."

And so you took your father's advice. Every night, you would go into Haldir's home and spend the night laughing with and talking to him. Some nights you would flirt and grow to love one another. At one point, you two shared a quick kiss. No, it wasn't full of passion and desire, but at least it was a kiss. At least it was something.

You tried to spend every second that you can with Haldir before you had to go home. Sixty days with him was amazing. He taught you a lot about love and what it meant to feel it. That is because you ended up falling head over heels for him. He became the one elf that you are to love.

Then, there were only two days until you had to leave Lórien. You really didn't want to leave Haldir. Because you knew that if you left him, you would possibly never be able to see him ever again. And that would be a massive dagger to the heart.

So, that night, you decided to walk to his house for what you hoped wasn't the last time and saw him, happy to see you. You walked inside his home and the two of you sat on the floor with your legs crossed.

"Haldir, I understand that we have been in this relationship for many days now," you nervously began. "so I now believe that I can say this. I love you. And now I don't want to leave you. But alas, I might have to leave you, for my family and I are departing soon."

"I love you, too. And it is upsetting that you must leave." Haldir responded. "But, you said that we must keep this a secret. And if we must go separate ways to keep this hidden, then we have to do it, no matter how much we hate it."

You sighed. No longer did you want to hide this. You had to tell your father that Haldir was the one for you, and you wanted him, no matter what he says.

"What if I don't want to keep this hidden anymore? I don't want to keep secrets just to keep you, Haldir." you told him. "If I had to choose between keeping things secret and being with you, I'd always choose you."

Haldir then leaned in closer to you so his cool breath hit your lips. "Then we shall tell your father." He then grabbed the back of your head with one of his hands and brought you in for a kiss.

This kiss was full of passion. Your hands went to his hair, and you played around with it. His scent was of trees and flowers, which was one that you loved very much. The taste of his lips was one that you couldn't describe, but you liked it nonetheless. You and Haldir soon had to separate just to get some air.

"Wow, I never knew that you were a good kisser." you breathed. There was a feeling of butterflies in your stomach as your lips were on his, and a feeling of joy in your veins.

"What can I say, I am a natural." Haldir joked. You giggled at his remark with pink cheeks. "Now, let's go tell your father that we're in love..." He looked at how dark it was outside. "...in the morning."

Tonight, you decided to cuddle with your lover. Right now, you were a little nervous. About what your father would think of this. Well, you did, until Haldir distracted you by kissing your nose.

Then, morning came. It was time to tell your father the truth. With your hand grabbing your lover's hand, you ran to where your father was to tell him the news. You were so scared, but you needed to do this if you truly wanted to be with Haldir.

As soon as he looked at you, he noticed that you were holding hands with Haldir. So, he began to piece things together and realized what you were going to announce.

"Father, I have fallen in love." you confessed. "Haldir, a warden of Lórien, has taken my heart, and I might marry him in the future. I understand that you planned to arrange a marriage for me, so you may be upset, but I love him. And I want to marry for love. I'm sorry if I disappointed you, ada."

Your father had glossy eyes. His little elfling was all grown up now, and he could hardly believe it. "There is no need to be sorry." he said. "If you truly love him, then you can marry him. I would never stop you from marrying the one you love. I want to see you happy."

You let out a sigh of relief. "So, I suppose that I'll have to stay here." you said. "I'll miss you, and Arwen, and Elladan, and Elrohir. I'll miss home."

"I'll miss you, too." your father told you, with tears beginning to roll down his cheeks. "But if you're happy with him, then I am happy. And believe me, I'll try to visit you as much as I can. We all will."

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Translations

Mae govannen, Haldir. Goheno nin, ach lín gar thîr maer. Lín farthacened nin. = Well met, Haldir. Forgive me, but you have good looks. You satisfy my eyes.

Hannon le, hiril nin. Eithro hirlín bain. Cí boem minnameleth rhû. Mein, man i eneth lín? = Thank you, my lady. I also find you to be beautiful. Perhaps we should enter a love affair. First, what is your name?

#haldir x reader #haldir of lorien #haldir #lotr #lotr x reader #tolkien #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction

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emeraldskulblaka · 4 years

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What's LOTR the musical like? The only stage adaptation I've seen is the 2018 Turun Kaupunginteatteri one (I lowkey envy my mom, she's seen two different stage adaptations, one of which is the previously mentioned 2018 one, and the other being the 80s Ryhmäteatteri one she went to see as a teen)

First of all, thank you so much for introducing me to these two Finnish adaptations! I haven't found much for Ryhmäteatteri's (only that it was 6 hours long), but Turun Kaupunginteatteri's looks AMAZING!

Feel free to share your thoughts on this show with me! I'd love to hear more about it. Sadly, my knowledge of Finnish is limited. Your mum is so lucky!

As for The Lord of the Rings: On Stage ('the' LotR musical), it's a spectacle. It's far more artistically elaborate than what first comes to mind when you hear 'musical', in terms of costumes/props, set, choreography, music and cast. It was expensive as hell to produce, so 2006 Toronto and 2007/08 West End were the only two productions ever to see the light of day.

'What's it like?' you ask me, who can't ever shut up about it. I'll do my best to give you a quick overview of what you can read/watch for an impression of what it looked and sounded like. (beware: I haven't seen it - my opinions are just based on video clips, interviews, bootlegs, and other people's opinions!)

Music

Without a doubt one of the best features of the show. It was composed partly by Värttinä, a Finnish band, partly by A. R. Rahman, an Indian composer, and coordinated/supervised by Christopher Nightingale. Even though the musical isn't sung-through, large parts of the dialogue and action have music playing in the background, and it's used a lot for special effects. You can check out the London Cast Recording here, and if you're interested, I can send you the full piano+vocal score as well. My favourite songs are Lothlorien, Now and For Always, and Wonder.

Set/Stage/Costumes

Here's what you saw when you arrived in the auditorium of the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane (West End):

Here's the stage during the Lothlorien scene (check out this video):

During many fight scenes, the elaborate rotating stage looked like this:

Here are the main characters in their usual attire (l-r Gollum, Sam, Legolas, Frodo, Gandalf (the White), Gimli, Black Rider, Arwen, Boromir):

Bonus: Galadriel, Arwen&Aragorn, Pippin&Merry with Ents:

Plot/Length

Originally, it ran for 3h 45mins, but they eventually cut it down to 2h 45min. Obviously, they had to leave out 'major?' plot points like Rohan (still existent in Toronto) and Caradhras, and (obviously) Tom Bombadil. In my opinion, it works. Having too many battles would tire the audience even more considering what's still there: Black Riders, orcs, balrog, Shelob, Sauron, Saruman.

Critical opinion

The show received mostly negative to mixed reviews. Critics agree that it was just TOO MUCH. Too many effects, too many characters, too long. The script was weak in many places.

BUT: almost every person I've spoken to who saw it enjoyed it and would see it again. I often hear something like 'it was a mess, and I loved every second of it'. Major points of criticism are again the script, Aragorn's and Gandalf's characterisations, and the direction.

Discussions

See my tags #lotr musical and #lord of the rings musical!

I've compiled all relevant information regarding the Lord of the Rings musical in this masterpost and my tags #lotr musical and #lord of the rings musical! Feel free to check them out. Alternatively, here's a trailer (more like: clip compilation)! You can message me/send asks about it any time.

#ask #lotr musical #lord of the rings musical

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lendmyboyfriendahand · 6 years

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Gil-Galad “Fingon’s son” and how everyone had reason to lie

I’m working under the assumption that Gil-Galad is a descendant of Finwe, and that he was born at some point after the Dagor Bragollach, possibly even after the Nirnaeth Anoediad. I’m also assuming the Noldor don’t believe in ruling queens, which is all but stated in the text.

I don’t know whose kid he is, but I know why he went down in history as Fingon’s. Let’s look at potential parents (all living members of the house of Finwe). [under a cut for length]

The Feanorians are disinherited, and any children of theirs would also be so. Maedhros never meant to completely give up his claim, just step back one place (yielding the kingship to “the eldest here of the house of Finwe”), and his brothers didn’t even agree with that. It’s a plausible tale that Fingon entrusted his son into the care of his best friend Maedhros before the battle. Turgon arrived so late, and had been in Gondolin for years, he can’t honestly say he knows more about his brother’s life than Maedhros does these days. There’s a child here who is obviously of Finwe’s line. Silver hair is rarely seen on Noldor outside the line of Miriel, but perhaps his mother was a Sinda.

Celebrimbor has no one to turn to. Everyone in Nargothrond hates him for the actions of his father and uncle. He doesn’t exactly expect a warm welcome if he goes back to his father and says “I still hate you for killing Finrod, but your grandson needs shelter.” Doriath and Gondolin are closed to outsiders. That leaves the Falas, but even there a Feanorian will be viewed with suspicion. He does what he sees as the kindest thing possible for Gil-Galad. Celebrimbor will have to work the rest of his life to overcome his family; Fingon’s son, entrusted to his cousin’s care for the hazardous journey south, will be loved and trusted by all.

The death of Turgon’s wife Elenwe was well known. There has only been one remarriage in elven history, which was with the consent of the deceased and still led to trouble. Turgon’s bastard son leaves Gondolin at the same time the army marches off, but in the opposite direction. Many civilians of Hithlum are fleeing south as well, one more child with his mother will hardly be noticed. When the news of the battle reaches Balar, she takes the opportunity to claim her child’s rightful inheritance. If Turgon won’t acknowledge his child, his brother will have to stand in.

All of Gondolin knows the princess Idril is wed and has a child, you can’t keep a royal pregnancy secret in a closed kingdom. But if her husband (who finds the whole thing a bit amusing and a bit hot), and her father the king, approve of her courtship of Tuor, no one else has grounds to speak against it. Tuor is mortal and will die in a few years anyway, and the scandal will be but a brief incident in the life of their princess. Then Earendil is born, and the city falls, and Idril’s husband falls with it. The people of Gondolin have little left other than pride in their heritage and in their princess. Nothing is allowed to taint her reputation in front of the Sindar, so Gil-Galad becomes Fingon’s son. With Turgon sadly dead, it doesn’t even disrupt the succession.

Maeglin betrayed Gondolin to Sauron. The Gondolindrim won’t execute a child for his father’s crimes, regardless of any grumblings about tainted blood. With Turgon dead, the throne would normally pass to Earendil - if he were actually an elf. Erenion - called this because Maeglin, like Eol, refused to name him until he was twelve years old - is next in line. He would make a good king, or at least could be taught to be one by the time he grows up, if it weren’t for his origins. So Erenion is Fingon’s son. (If Erenion became just a random child instead, the crown would go to Orodreth, and the Gondolindrim aren’t going to be ruled by an outsider.)

Lalwen got left out the history books herself, as a woman who never ruled a realm. Gil-Galad inherited the crown, so he must be the son of the High King. A lack of information about his early life reflects the chaos that followed the Bragaollach and the Nirnaeth, not any oversight on the part of the historian.

Orodreth wants his son to be king. After the fall of Tol Sirion and then Orodreth doing absolutely nothing as Celegorm and Curufin turned Nargothrond against Finrod, the rest of the Noldor don’t really respect him. In addition, Gil-Galad would rightly be behind any children Idril or Maeglin have, if they ever emerge from Gondolin. Fingon might have sent his son to Finrod in his safe hidden city, and it’s a good thing the information was not widely shared - imagine what Celegorm and Curufin would have done had they known! Orodreth sends Gil-Galad to Balar not because he truly worries the city might fall, but to be prominently known as the Heir to the Throne somewhere people can’t compare their appearances.

The parents of a child being separated during a pregnancy is harmful for both the parents and the child. Findulias had tried to convince Gwindor to stay, and not go along with this foolish plan to challenge Morgoth. When he insisted on fighting, she comforted herself with the belief that he would return soon, after all, he was going to defend the capital city, that can’t be too dangerous right? He didn’t return though, and Findulias was left to raise their child alone. She got enough pitying looks over Gwindor’s death/capture (no one knew which) as it was, she couldn’t have borne the way people would look at her if they knew she was a widow. So she wasn’t, and therefore Gil-Galad could not be her son. The child of one of her cousins though, she would be his closest kin in Nargothrond, and it would be quite logical for her to raise him. Fingon was unmarried, and lived long enough he could have an infant son.

Galadriel crossed the sea to rule a kingdom of her own. She learned how to defend a kingdom from Melian, and scouted land east of Taur-im-Duinath to found one. She would be Queen, with Celeborn king beside her - not her beside him - and their son the crown prince. Erenion, scion of kings, has a claim to the thrones of Tirion, Aqualonde, Doriath, and perhaps even Valmar. Galadriel planned to keep her kingdom quiet until her reign was firmly established, but had notified her brothers and received assurances of their support, both politically and sending prospective citizens. Then the Dagor Bragollach happens, and Aegnor and Angrod dies, and she won’t found a new kingdom when the current ones are barely standing. Finrod dies, and then the Nirnaeth, and Galadriel realizes that her kingdom will not be founded this Age. But she is proud, and Erenion was born to rule. If her cousins’ foolishness means he will not rule Galadriel’s kingdom, he will rule the Noldor, for as long as they have left. Galadriel, Celeborn, and Erenion travel to Balar, where she introduces Erenion as Fingon’s son, heir to the throne of the Noldor, in her mind the least of what he deserves.

EDIT: I forgot Finrod. Finrod left on a quest that was nearly certain to lead to his death. Celegorm and Curufin have basically taken over Nargothrond. If Orodreth, a grown elf, can’t stand against them, what chance does a young child have? Orodreth feels a duty to stay and do what he can for the city, but he sends Gil-Galad away, as who knows the sons of Feanor are wiling to do to consolidate power. A ‘young kinsman of the High King’ arrives at the Falas, truth that distances the boy from any attempts at revenge.

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ellrond · 7 years

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May I ask for you to write a small thing with Elrond and Thranduil sipping wine together talking about their children's life choices?

send me ships / characters and a word / scenario!

“Legolas is leaving.”

“The twins are staying.”

Elrond leaned back on the soft couch and closed his eyes, sinking further into the cushions. He felt a hand run through his loose hair and sighed quietly.

They had a certain kind of intimacy, did Elrond and Thranduil, a friendship that had grown and flourished over thousands of years until they were closer to brothers than friends. Equals. Thranduil had always been tactile, and Elrond, usually reserved in his affections, found it endearing and comforting. Since Celebrian had to go, he found himself starved of touch and Thranduil was plentiful with his affections.

Thranuduil needed the steadfastness of Elrond, the stoic strength the other possessed that was a pillar when the Elvenking thought he might crumble. He let the silk of dark hair fall through his fingers and watched it fall like water, slipping away.

“What are you thinking?” Thranduil asked after a long moment. In front of them, the wood fire crackled and illuminated them with a soft orange glow. Elrond’s face was a sunset.

The half-elf sighed and opened his eyes slowly to look at Thranduil. “I am thinking… that you will keep an eye on my sons as I will keep an eye on yours. I am realising that you shall be the only family they will have left here after Arwen… after. Well. You know.”

Thranduil shifted and pulled up his knee to his chest, resting his chin on it after taking a long sip of his sweet wine. “I know. She loves him a great deal, doesn’t she?”

Elrond pulled the blanket around his shoulders closer and drained his glass with little decorum. “As much as one can love another.”

Silence fell between them comfortably. The sounds of the forest did not reach them in Thranduil’s private rooms but the atmosphere of it did. Warm, cool, close and crisp, all at once. Whilst water called Elrond, the earth kept Thranduil.

“I did not expect Legolas to go,” confessed the king eventually. His friend opened his eyes and looked over at him, silently asking him to continue. Thranduil took in a few steadying breaths. “He was more his mother than I. The blood of the Silvans runs through his veins more than yours and mine, and why would it not? He never knew Gondolin, never ached for Doriath. Valinor does not call him as it does us, yet he leaves before this year’s end. It’s… unfathomable.”

Elrond reached out and took his hand, squeezing it. “You will follow one day. You will go home.”

Thranduil shook his head slightly, smiling sadly. “My home is at the bottom of the ocean. I cannot return to the Glittering Caves, or feel the breeze of the Cradle, or walk my uncle’s great halls. That is the home I yearn for sometimes. I am tired. This place has tired me.”

Elrond listened and let go of his hand only to refill their glasses with wine. “When you sail, it will be easier, it-”

“But how can I leave? I cannot leave my people without a leader and with Legolas gone, I have no heir.”

“You have Celeborn. He lingers and he will for many years. I believe he feels as you do. He is weary, but this is as close to Doriath as can be. Seek out him, perhaps.”

Thranduil let out a gentle laugh and began idly playing with Elrond’s hair again. “I love him dearly but he is a shadow now. This world has ruined him but he does not know how to part from it. I cannot hold him up as well as myself.”

Elrond looked down at his glass and traced the rim with his finger. “Well, yes. That is why I am asking you to keep an eye on Elladan and Elrohir for I think their grandfather will not, despite his good heart. Once Galadriel leaves, I fear he may Fade. He… well, he copes poorly with loss.”

“He lost his only child, Elrond,” Thranduil murmured, eyes glazed over as he began to lose himself a little to memory. “It must be the worst thing in the world.”

“You don’t need to remind me,” the other replied softly. “She was my wife. Is. Is my wife.”

“She waits for you, doesn’t she? You have a future with her, a bright future in Valinor.”

“So do you,” Elrond pressed kindly. “When you come too, you will find Legolas waiting for you. You will be reunited with your child one day.”

Coming out of his trance a little, Thranduil turned his soft gaze to his friend, hand still touching dark strands of hair. “You will not. They have all chosen a different path. How… how are you still so strong?”

Elrond’s chest rose and fell with a deep sigh and he blinked a few times. “They are happy and safe and all have a purpose. What more could a parent wish for?”

Thranudil closed his eyes as hot tears spilled silently down his pale cheeks and he shifted until he could rest his head on Elrond’s shoulder. “I’m selfish. I just want him to stay with me. I don’t want to lose my son.”

#ask #ellie writes #idk if you meant it to be angsty or not but like.... im sad #thefallengondolin #elrond #thranduil

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maglorslostsilmaril · 2 years

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So some of my family members decided to watch rings of power and here is my review based on the snippets I saw:

first of all: the production quality is great, seeing as they poured millions of dollars into this

however they made some extremely questionable choices with a number of things that make it really hard to enjoy the show

(apart from the fact that amazon is massively benefiting from this already has my disdain)

NUMBER ONE: the character dynamics: galadriel, celebrimbor, gil galad and elrond treat each other as acquaintances at best. they’re literally cousins?? why are they described as nothing except friends???

NUMBER TWO: “elf lords only” wtf. elrond is literally heir to all three houses of finwe and all the great lines of men and he’s not important enough to be at a meeting for elf lords?? he’s literally the most qualified one there is.

NUMBER THREE: galadriel is treated as younger than everybody. gil-galad and elrond almost act like authority figures to her, and celebrimbor literally looks like he could be her father when in reality she probably has at least a century on him, and even more on elrond and gil galad.

NUMBER FOUR: aka issues surrounding galadriel. why did finrod call her galadriel in valinor. they don’t even speak sindarin in valinor yet. also, why is she sailing back to valinor in the middle of the second age. she’s literally exiled.

NUMBER FIVE: “there have only been two man/elf couples and they all ended in tragedy” sorry what?? beren and luthien: ended happily. idril and tuor: ended happily. aegnor and andreth and nimloth and dior ended sadly but that’s still 4 man/elf couples.

NUMBER SIX: celebrimbor in general. why does he look like a grandpa 😑

also, why do so many elves have short hair?? i get that that’s just a stylistic choice, so i’m not gonna add it to the list bc it’s just my opinion but really?

apart from those things, the show is…honestly just not that interesting to me. i love disa and nori, and the scenery is great, but honestly overall the show is pretty mid. i feel like it had a lot to live up to, and just didn’t really get there.

of course, i didn’t really have high expectations, and it’s amazon so i’m not really all that upset about it…

#rings of power #anti rings of power #anti amazon #the silmarillion #tolkien #lord of the rings

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doegred-main · 7 years

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If you could possess one single object that appears in the Silm/hobbit/Lotr/HoME, which one would it be? Here I am torn: on one hand I’d love to have the Palantìr to comunicate with others and see ahead during travels. On the other hand: the Silmaril would be an awesome energy source and scientific conundrum. Probably I would “settle” for a Silmaril. There are a lot of things you can do with a black body, even though I fear I would not like the “moral radar” placed on it by Varda at all.

As a mortal man arriving in Beleriand during the first age, would you have trusted the Eldar? I would have been incredibly fascinated and probably I would have given an arm and a leg to learn their technology, still I would have been very wary of their cultural perspective. At least of the one of the “very good guys”. I would have guessed that all the Noldor and Northern Sindar, were serious about defeating Melkor, but even in the best case scenario I would have seen a lot of possible problems arising from the afterward of a victory. A well respected vassal is still a vassal, especially when it is substituting its culture for the one of a more powerful people that claims to have seen and know more than any of my people could ever experience in their lifetime. I would have probably advocated for lending help to the Noldor in the war against Morgoth, quite vehemently once seen the situation in Beleriand and the Amlach scheme, but beyond that I would have guessed that even a victory would have meant an uncertain future for my kind and kept rather wary of them all.

You are on a long errand and eventually find yourself in Lothlorien. Before you leave, you are given to choose between Miruvor or lambas bread. Which one do you take with you? Miruvoir, naturally! Even uncooked root vegetables taste better if you wash them out with great booze!

Any opinion about the “petty-dwarves” and the way they were treated in Beleriand? The Petty Dwarves are a people that I feel a lot of sympathy for; they are the lowest of the low, the ones anyone feels entitled and justified to mistreat, thus I cannot help being rather fond of them despite their glaringly obvious flaws. I think that their position shows the ugly side of Khazad society. The dwarves are secretive and clannish, which leaves their exiled individuals (wether they are scapegoats or have definitely earned their punishment) without any help in the outside world, especially a feudal world like Beleriand. I think the history of the petty dwarves is very poignant because it is the story of the oppressed that aren’t “perfect” and “blameless”, it is the history of “guilty” people punished horribly and persecuted, left to be used by anyone as the convenient “victim”, to the point that the punishment itself ended up making them much worse than they were. Which only makes the petty dwarves more realistic and all the more worthy of a sympathy they will never be given in a world of moral absolutes like Tolkien’s. To feel for the “innocent lamb” is not praise-worthy, it is normal, what gives the measure of a person is how much they can see the injustice perpetrated on the ones who have committed their fair share of crimes. Sadly in Beleriand there is almost none that quite rises to this standard, except for (and even here: only up to a point) Tùrin.

What did you like the most the first time you read The Silmarillion? Wow.. it was so long ago! I was 15. I think the thing that I liked the most was the enormous scope of the story, the fact it was a history book of an inexistent world. I was positively overwhelmed by the multitude of people and histories, the glimpses of different cultures and their complexities.

Do you think a Sauron-Smaug partnership could have been possible if the dragon hadn’t been destroyed? Any opinion about it? Possible? Yes, but depending on its goal and its scope. I do not doubt Sauron would have tried to make use of the dragon, after all Sauron is SMART, to the point that the only way he is beaten is by concocting a plan that relies on “providence” rather than tactics. Stiil, exactly because Sauron is smart, I do not think he would have honoured his agreement with the dragon to the bitter end if he had thought it too “limiting” of his own power; Sauron is not keen on loosing control. As for Smaug he would have undoubtedly seen the possible advantages in allying with Sauron, but he might also have seen the possible drawbacks thus he might not have thrown all of his lot with the Maia. I think an alliance could have been indeed possible, but its scope might have been limited, both because Smaug is an indolent slob, and because Sauron would not have liked to promise too much to the dragon knowing of its greed. Likely the dragon would have been “used” to completely vanquish the Khazad and people of Dale, but not much more. As a trump card Sauron already had the Witch King, who was of comparable power and completely under his control: a much safer bet.

Should we talk about the portrayal we get of Finrod in the debate with Andreth? Absolutely! Everything should be talked about XD. All jokes aside, I think that analysing his positions in the Antrabeth is paramount to understanding Finrod. I do not like them at all, but it is exactly because of them and a few other details that make his character definitely much more gray than the author probably intended, that I find Finrod interesting. To be completely frank I find the idea of ”St. Finrod the wandering hippie” absolutely boring and a disservice to a character that canonically has a side that doesn’t appear, in my opinion, as flatly cardboard-cut likeable or accepting of others as it might seem at first glance. Tolkien to me is all more fascinating and engaging because I do not share many his values on a fundamental level and seeing them exposed and argued for helped me grow as a person. I considered the position he presented, thought about it, and, no matter the conclusions I reached, I think my inner life was richer for it.

Can you share one headcanon about Celebrimbor and Narvi’s friendship? I ship them with the brightness of a thousand burning swan-ships. Despite really liking each other they are more often than not challenging each other’s abilities and theories. Even as they worked together they were adamant about having each their own lab and started their own private “underground war” by snaeking in each other’s work space and leaving “corrections” on each other’s notes. Which quickly escalated in the forged being used to craft new and better locks to protect their doors. The fight ended when Narvi found Tyelpe knelling on the floor in front of his new lock, desperately trying to pick it. Sadly his triumph was short-lived as he realised that even his own key was NOT getting the door open. Two hours passed like that: with Tyelpe insisting that his colleague had just made a lock impossible to open, and Narvi replying that Tyelpe had just “messed it up with his butcher-like attempts at finesse”, until they both capitulated and ended up getting roaring drunk together and taking turns axing down the door with Narvi’s ceremonial weapon after a solemn promise of never invading each other’s work-space anymore. Narvi gifted Tyelpe with the lock they recovered from the splinters as a “sign of peace” and to “prove the elf that you are never too old to be wrong”. Years and years after Narvi’s death, in the time when Annatar was becoming more and more shady even in his own eyes, Tyelpe was playing around with the lock out of sheer nervousness and ended up dropping it. The impact dislodged a tiny piece of metal that had broken from Tyelpe’s lock-pick, unbeknownst to the elf. The lock opened immediately. Narvi adopted his young, brightest, dwarven apprentice and Tyelpe was adamant about “getting to be dad n.2 know the kid and be involved in his life”

Any thought about the idea of Maedhros wearing the dragon-helm? Why giving it to Fingon if it had already been given to him? Isn’t it rude? Is it even a good gift-idea? Here I’m biased.. XD Let’s say I do not think it was rude, but a sign of both friendship and a reminder to the Western Noldor that Himring had very important allies that knew how to make fire-proof armours, which the westerners had not and sorely needed. Smarmy gift, not exactly rude...

According to you, in The Silmarillion, which action is the most meaningful(/heartbreaking) token of loyalty? Bòr’s children and their people fighting to the end by the side of the Fëanorians.

If you could be fluent in one single tongue of Arda, and be clueless about all other languages, which one would you choose? (pick the age you prefer) I am already very much bothered by the fact I only know three languages and a half rather than “all of them”... Knowing only one would probably drive me to insanity. Yet: fair is fair, I have to answer. I would like to be a Noldorin Quenya speaker that got accidentally shut in the scientific section of Formenos’ library. Imagine all the books, project, technology, and ideas that could be found there!

tagged by @atariince (thank you so much! <3)

My stupid questions:

What do you think of Hurin and Huor’s last stand?

Thoughts on Maeglin going missing for so long and then being just allowed in with no questions asked?

Considering the events that ended WWII, Tolkien’s words in his preface to LOTR, and his “scientists on the slippery slope”: do you feel any sympathy for Saruman?

If you were an Hobbit of the Shire would you have voted for Sam as a major? Why?

If you could visit one and only one location in Beleriand which one would it be? Explain

How much do you think Gondolin’s nostalgia for Tirion influenced the depiction of the Exiles as eager for a chance to go back to Valinor?

If you could either be Galadriel or Elrond which one would you choose? Would Celebrian like that?

What do you think would have happened if “the Noldor had won the day” in the Nirnaeth?

First thought of Thorondor as Maedhros and then Fingolfin bled all over his plumage.

Your favourite Caranthir’s moment, can either be your head-canon or canon.

Would you like to have the Gaffer Gamgee as your father in law? Why?

tagging: @feanoriel, @eldochflamma, @hwarang, , @morgholoth @gultgull and whoever is interested and has not been tagged yet!

#meme #fandom sillyness

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joyfullynervouscreator · 7 years

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Song of Nimrodel pt 2

Imagine Haldir being shocked that you have an interest in him, because he’s nothing like other elves. Imagine Rumil introducing you to his brothers.

Why do small drabbles suddenly demand more chapters??

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You were singing, a joyous tune flowing through the mallorn trees.

“You seem happy today, mellon,” someone said. You spun, a happy smile on your face.

“Rumil!” you cried, smiling at your friend. “You’re back from the southern borders!”

“I am, but that is not what put a smile on my nightingale’s face,” he replied. “Tell me why you are singing today, Curulaeril?” You smiled, picking up the skirts of your green dress in a formal courtesy.

“I may have learned a new song to please my Lady Galadriel …” you teased. Rumil scoffed, obviously in disbelief. You laughed, a free and joyous sound as you one more recalled the look in his eyes when he kissed your palm. “Or I may have met a very handsome ellon,” you added coyly, knowing that your cheeks were afire as Rumil chuckled.

“I think I will believe the latter. Who is the lucky one to have caught the eyes of our beloved song lark’s heart?” an elleth interrupted.

“La-Lady Galadriel!” you curtseyed hastily, your patron lady smiling.

“Answer the question, lady Curulaeril,” she continued. “I am always in want of news of new love.” Your cheeks heated further. Beside you, Rumil was quiet. It wasn’t often that the border patrols found themselves in the presence of the Lady of Light; at least, not as often as you did, as the foremost minstrel favoured by the Lady’s patronage.

“Well, it is not love yet,” you admitted, your blush deepening under the Lady’s blue gaze, “for though he has turned my heart to song, I have met him but the once.”

“What is his name, child?” Galadriel asked. You blushed. She was not wrong to call you thus, being many millennia your senior, even if you had recently celebrated your 1200th birthday.

“He called himself Haldir, my Lady, one of your famed Marsh Wardens,” you said with a soft smile. Rumil gasped. You turned to glance at him, but he seemed frozen, unable to speak. “It is silly of me, perhaps, but…” you did not continue, but the Lady’s hand was kind when she raised your face to her ancient eyes.

Do not fear, Curulaeril, beloved singer… none will think you foolish for feeling joy in the company of a worthy ellon. Galadriel smiled as her words sounded in your head. You bowed deeply once more when she let go of your chin, and Galadriel disappeared as silently as she had arrived.

“You fancy… fancy… Commander Haldir?” Rumil croaked. You frowned at him.

“And why should you object?” you asked your friend waspishly. “Do you not think me beautiful enough that he might think fondly of our meeting as I do? Or do you simply consider me unworthy of your commander?” Rumil’s mouth opened and closed a few times, but uttered no words to defend himself against your angry accusation. With a huff, you stormed off angrily. Perhaps you were being foolish, thinking that look on his face meant something, you thought sadly, climbing the long stair to your talan in deep thought.

“Curu!” Oreliel met you as you stepped onto the floor of your home with a large smile. You ruffled her hair gently, but you were in no mood for company. You felt guilty for snapping at Rumil, but he had touched a nerve you had yet to discover with his thoughtless words. The way he had emphasized you made it sound like your small flame was as preposterous as if you had proposed wedding an Ent.

“I’m not in the mood tonight, Oreliel,” you sighed. Your sister’s face fell slightly, but returned a little when you bent to kiss her brow. “Go back to Naneth, pinig,” you murmured, watching as she scampered along the treetop walkway that connected your home with your neighbours’. With a sigh, you stood to stare across the vastness of the forest, spread out like a golden carpet beneath your eyes. You had chosen this tree because it gave you a clear view of the forest below – the favour of the Lady did have perks, and your home high up in the sky was one such perk – all the way to the river. You stood on the northern edge of Caras Galadhon; if you looked west you could follow the ribbon that was Celebrant all the way to Nanduhirion, and if you turned north you could see the waters of the great Anduin in the distance beyond the hill of Cerin Amroth. Tonight, you faced west, almost dreaming that you could penetrate the dense foliage with your eyes and catch sight of one of the elusive camps of the Marsh Wardens which dotted the perimeter of Lothlórien. A far-off sparkle was Nimrodel, where you had met Haldir only days ago. You wondered where he was now, whether he was still on guard facing Moria, or whether he had moved further north in the great circle the Wardens used to ensure that no part of the land was left unprotected for long.

“You have an admirer, brother,” Rumil said quietly, when he returned to the Western border camp. He wasn’t expected back yet – it was assumed that messengers to the Lord and Lady would spend at least a day in Caras Galadhon visiting with friends and family before returning unless their message was urgent.

“You are back already, Rumil?” Haldir queried, before Rumil’s words sank in. His eyes widened and he spun to face his oft-teasing brother. “I have a what?” he muttered, certain he must have misheard. Rumil looked uncommonly serious, however, no glimmer of a jest in his eyes or countenance.

“Remember I told you about my friend ‘Curu’?” Rumil began carefully. Haldir nodded. He did remember Rumil talking about the talented Curu, whom he had met at a feast some decades earlier.

“I do remember that. She is a singer, isn’t she? Favoured by the Lady, so you said.” Haldir searched his memory, but that was all he remembered of Rumil’s ‘Curu’.

“One of our finest voices, brother,” Rumil sighed, wishing that Haldir would actually agree to go to the official feasts every now and again – once a century, even – just sometimes. “She told me you met someone by Nimrodel.”

Haldir wondered if ‘his’ Lirien had told ‘Curu’ of their meeting – why else would Rumil know? Haldir would have been satisfied to keep the encounter as a beautiful memory, to be enjoyed only by him as a shield against the darkness that threatened their borders; a reminder that he was fighting for the beauty of his homeland. “I did,” he admitted. “A Lady most fair, who graced my patrol with her song. I found her by Nimrodel with her daughter,” Haldir had recognised the elleth’s features in the golden elfling, had seen the love she held for the girl in the way she played with her, sang for her. He had watched for some time, enchanted, before he had heard himself utter the next verse of her song.

“Her youngest sister, brother,” Rumil corrected. Haldir’s heart beat slightly erratically in his chest, as a tiny seed of hope burst into vivid life, only to be ruthlessly squashed by his rational mind an instant later. Even if she were not already wed, she would not dream to look at one such as you, his mind snarled. Such beauty will never be yours to claim, only to admire from afar, the same admiration you hold for the Lady of Light herself. “And I heard it – from her own lips, no less – that your meeting stirred something in her heart.” Not true, Haldir’s mind wailed, cannot be true. He knew, of course, that he was not like other ellyn in Lothlórien, his bulky build at odds with the slender bodies around him, corded muscle instead of wiry strength. It had never been said, but Haldir had wondered if perhaps he did not share true parentage with his brothers, who looked little like him aside from their blonde hair.

“You speak fancifully today, Rumil,” he rebuked harshly, feeling guilty for it but unable to stop his voice reflecting the pain of his thoughts. “Perhaps you have partaken too heavily of the sweet wine.”

“This is no jest, Haldir,” Rumil argued, his voice rising in volume as his temper flared. “I heard it. Spoken before me, as clearly as I hear you words now, and said in front of our Lady, no less!”

“A fanciful dream of yours, Rumil, I’ll hear no more of it!” Haldir raged, turning on his heel to march away from his infuriating sibling. Rumil stared after his broad shoulders, sadness in his eyes.

“Curu!” You recognised Rumil’s voice calling from below with a sigh. Since your argument, you had felt guilty for snapping at him, considering how rarely you actually got to meet because he was so often away with the Wardens.

“Rumil?” you asked, sticking your head over the edge of your talan. “I am sorry, mellon, for my outburst when last we spoke,” you added quietly. “I hope you will not hold it against me.”

“I forgive you,” he replied, a bright smile lighting his features.

“I had thought you returned to the borders by now, Rumil,” you noted when he began climbing the steps that would lead him to your floor, a strange blonde elf following him. Turning away, you picked up a pitcher of elderflower wine, pouring the delicious beverage into three silver goblets you had been given as part of your payment for singing at the silversmith’s wedding feast. “Who is your friend?” you asked, handing each of your guests a goblet and waving them to sit on the scattered cushions. Folding your legs gracefully, you sank down on your favourite cushion, a large and soft pillow made from embroidered green silk in your favourite colour.

“This is Orophin, my brother,” Rumil said. Orophin bowed politely. You smiled, the gracious hostess as ever, though you felt a little discomforted by the intense stare that seemed to take in every part of you, every flaw in your person.

“I am pleased to meet you, Orophin,” you nodded at him.

“As I am you, my Lady.” His voice was pleasant, you thought, though not as deep as the one that seemed to find itself wending through your waking dreams. You thought once more of the mysterious Haldir. You had heard his name mentioned, heard him hailed as a warrior of renown, but you had never met him before that day by the Nimrodel. You did not remember seeing him at feasts; even if you usually sang with your eyes closed, you thought you would have noticed his impressive physique in the crowds or during the dancing parts of the celebrations.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” you asked, fixing your gaze on Rumil who seemed oddly fidgety.

“Well,” he began, trailing off indecisively.

“We wish for a favour,” his brother interjected, elbowing him none-too-gently.

“A favour,” you repeated, feeling confused. “Certainly, I would grant you a favour, Rumil, if you ask it of me. What do you wish me to do?” Your words did not seem to still Rumil’s fidgeting, however, and you frowned lightly at his usually sunny disposition so warped he seemed almost scared.

“We wish you to sing, my Lady,” Orophin intervened once more.

“A special song?” you asked, beginning to think you knew why Rumil was so nervous. “Have you found your own small flame and wish my help to fan it?” you asked, with a pleased smile. “I should be glad to aid you, mellon, why were you so nervous about asking?” You laughed, reaching out to squeeze Rumil’s hand. “What is the song?”

“Lullaby,” Rumil replied breathlessly while beside him Orophin’s smile was like the sun appearing on a drizzly day. “We want you to sing a lullaby.” A peculiar request, you thought, hardly the most romantic of the songs you knew, but perhaps it was special to Rumil’s sweetheart?

Five days later, you were sitting in a tree, your usual flowing dresses and robes replaced with a more practical tunic of soft linen and wool over a pair of leather beeches. The knee-high boots were technically your naneth’s, but they fit well and you did not have a set of your own, preferring to walk barefoot or wearing your silk slippers. Orophin sat beside you, still and watchful, and Rumil had gone off – presumably to fetch whomever he wanted to woo with your singing. You had practised the song, humming the melody as you gazed down from your branch, hoping to spot Rumil and his ladylove so you knew when you ought to start. Orophin’s elbow in your ribs almost pushed you from your perch, but he managed to right your flailing easily. You glared at him.

“Sing!” he hissed. Your glare intensified.

“Sing all ye joyful, now sing all together! The wind’s in the tree-top, the wind's in the heather; The stars are in blossom, the moon is in flower, And bright are the windows of Night in her tower.”

You sang it slowly, the proper pacing for a lullaby, your eyes closed with the ease of a long habit as you let your voice sound among the trees. Dance all ye joyful, now dance all together! Soft is the grass, and let foot be like feather!

You heard a slight gasp, opening your eyes to finish the verse. You stared.

The river is silver, the shadows are fleeting; Merry is May-time, and merry our meeting.

Rumil had returned, indeed, though he had not brought an elleth to hear you, but his commander, Haldir!

“Yes…” Rumil began awkwardly, though you hardly cared, simply enjoying watching emotions play across Haldir’s face, which was somehow more chiseled than you recalled from the day at Nimrodel. “Err… this is my friend Curulaeril,” he gestured vaguely at you. “And this is my brother.” You turned your head to look for Orophin, but he had disappeared silently. “Haldir.” Rumil added helplessly.

“Commander Haldir is your brother?” you asked. Why had he not to- oh. You kept your face serenely blank, trying to hide the hurt you felt at realizing that your friend really didn’t think you were worthy of his brother.

“You know, when Rumil told me he had found a singing lark in a tree…” Haldir said. You chuckled, keeping the sadness off your face through sheer stubbornness. Leaping from your branch, you bowed to the two Ellyn.

“You did not expect myself,” you replied to Haldir, finding a small smile for him somewhere, but not feeling able to bear looking at the Rumil you had thought you knew, the elf you had called friend. No friend would have made you feel this ill-used, however, you thought, a sudden stab of fury in your gut. “I shall be on my way, Marsh Wardens.”

“I was… pleased to have heard your voice once more, fair Curulaeril,” Haldir mumbled, none of the interest in his eyes that had been present during your last encounter. You wondered if a heart once broken could continue breaking. Obviously, Haldir had no interest in you, and this was Rumil’s tasteless attempt at making a joke at your expense. “Perhaps I will hear you again at the next feast.” You did not think it likely. Even if he showed up, you could probably find a way to avoid him until you moved past your fanciful notions of infatuation. Nodding in polite disinterest, you turned for home.

“At least let us escort you back!” Rumil offered, sounding almost desperate.

“I need no favours from you, Marsh Warden,” you said, making a supreme effort at keeping your voice steady as you began to walk swiftly away from the two brothers.

“What was this, Rumil?” Haldir asked quietly, looking at his younger brother.

“I just wanted you to meet officially!” Rumil tried. Haldir’s stern look only darkened.

“I specifically asked you not to try to find the Lady from Nimrodel!” he roared. “Did you think – simply because I liked her song and she continued singing in my presence – that she would wish to be so invaded twice?!” Looking at her today, she was still fair, fairer than any he’d seen, but she had not had the same spark of joy as he had cherished at Nimrodel, and now that memory felt tarnished, less beautiful than before. “Why are all your jests so…” Haldir paused, struggling for the right word. “…cruel. What you did to her today was cruel, and what you did to me equally so.”

“But, I-”

“Rumil, I was happy not knowing who she was. She was a pleasant memory, simply a beautiful moment between two elves and you… you ruined it.” Haldir was angry, and sad, and hurt, and he didn’t even know he was able to feel all that at the same time, but mostly he was furious that Rumil had made him a co-conspirator. It seemed obvious to Haldir that Curulaeril – he had preferred it when he could call her Lady Lirulin in his mind and watch her blue eyes sparkle at him – sought peace outside the capital, and Rumil had broken her trust by leading a comparable stranger into her space to gawk at her like she was, well, a caged lark, made to sing on command. Haldir stomped off, calling back over his shoulder, “Go pester Orophin for a while, brother, and do not interfere in my life or hers again. I do not think she will call you her friend after today.” Haldir had caught the flash of betrayal on her face, though she hid it quickly, and the memory pained him more than he wanted to admit, feeling responsible for Rumil’s poor prank.

You nearly flew through the forest, though this time you did not feel like singing with joy. You felt like crying, but you held back the tears until you had reached your home, dragging yourself up the staircase that had never seemed too long before and throwing yourself onto your bed. The tears flowed freely.

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Imagine Legolas: Born of Shadows

Pairing: Legolas x Reader (Lena) Chapter 12 Abstract: Farewells .. Warnings: I do not.

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You kept running, narrowing your eyes trying to forget those visions and everything Galadriel said.

"Shit" you spit preparing for impact with the ground, you bumped into something, but strong hands supported you keeping your body in balance.

"Are you running from me Mela?" Legolas asked smiling, but then his lips furrowed as he realized tears in his eyes.

"What happened?" He asked worriedly, you cleared his eyes,

"I just miss Gandalf," you lied giving him a sad smile,

"I feel I can not do anything to help you," the prince replied by wiping his thumb trail of tears,

"Okay, if you do not mind I'd like to lie down now" you crossed the elf's presence walking toward his tent, the man in question followed in his footsteps and pulled her by the elbow,

"Lena , I'd like to give you a gift to make you feel better. "The elf's smile was brighter than the midday sun, you nodded expecting him to offer you the wrap, he held his hand closed and with the other he graciously grabbedhis hand and put a ring on his finger, it was a noble object with the frame made of black iron and a gem of the same color in the center, you looked fascinated and afraid of what that gift could represent, you would have been happy with the object if it had received only a few hours before, but now you were not worthy to be in the presence of the prince, let alone within the gates of Lórien, the elf seemed to recognize the feelings exposed on his face.

"It's just a Mellanin gift, it's not a marriage request," the prince said sincerely, "I love you, but I know you do not want to compromise now, I understand, this ring is just for you to remember that you do not have to be the lady brighter than the sun to hold me in his arms, and to own my heart.

"He lightly smoothed the skin of her hand and tightened the ring where it was.

"Did you hear my talk with Aragorn?" You asked in surprise as soon as you arrived you talked to the ranger about not being pretty much the same as the elf women and you felt strange about being in the middle of so many blond heads and blue eyes, and that she did not feel worthy of the elf's love for not being as beautiful as he. The same feeling returned, you were not worthy, not only by your appearance, but by who you were in yourself.

"Yes, sorry, I did not want to listen to you anymore, you speak very loudly, this jewel is as beautiful as the brightest gem, but it still does not need the light color." He smiled,

"Thank you, Legolas." You strove to convey joy in your smile, but the prince frowned and you raised your eyebrow,

"You called me Legolas" he made a pout in disapproval, you narrowed his eyes

"Oh! Do not be childish "you sniffed, but he did not change his posture,

" Thank you very much mela nin "you gave him a kiss on the cheek and returned to his tent.

** You felt even more unworthy of the presence of any person, you wished with all your soul to be with Gandalf, to be far from all.

Lady Galadriel promised to help me!

You held the ring on your finger and kept walking, you would have to warn the elf about your current situation.

Gandalf also promised, where is the wizard now?

A soft voice blew in his ear, his heart was racing fiercely, but a bad feeling ruled you, your soul was broken and stained. Legolas was propped up on the tree waiting for you, his loose hair left him even more like Thranduil, the luminous smile touched his lips and you can not help but do the same, but the thoughts returned to his mind and his smile broke, the elf prince He kissed her calmly.

"Hello Nick! Aragorn is talking to you and to Lord of Lórien, "he informed him, which made his heart race even more.

"I will not go with you," you said flatly.

"I already imagined, you told me that day at the gates of Moria," the elf gave him a sad smile.

"I'm sorry," you stammered, fighting the tears, the elf raised an eyebrow,

"Do not worry mela, we'll meet again," he smiled.

"We will not see each other again," you said, and Legolas let out a sore sigh,

"It was all a dream, Legolas, we can not be together, I'm sorry for feeding this love," the elf wrapped his arms around him.

“ Tell me mellanin, I love you and I know you love me, please, "he said without hiding the desperation in his voice,

" Stop Legolas! We know this will not happen, "

" Why do you put nonexistent barriers between us ?! "he grunted giving her a sore squeeze,

" Stop! Let me go, please leave me, "you begged through tears, Legolas let you go.

"Do you want to leave? Do not you want my love anymore? "He asked irritably,

" Go where you want to go! Get away from me! if that is your wish, I will never let you love me, but I wish with all my heart that you never cross my path again! "The elf stepped on hard, you sat down and allowed the tears to rest on the grass.

It's the best for everyone. ** You waited for everyone to be preparing to leave, then walked to the tent to say goodbye, Boromir was the first to rise, followed by Legolas who soon moved away from the camp, Aragorn knew what was happening and sighed as if all the blame belonged to him.

"I'm sorry I can not follow you," you said softly,

"I promised Gandalf to accompany you here and not go further" you smiled, Boromir was the first to come to you and give you a hug.

"I'll miss you, you're an important member, that journey was pleasant with your presence," he smiled, moving away.

"We'll miss you so much Lena!" Cried Pippin, who hugged you to Merry, they reminded you of Fili and Kili and you smiled as tight as you could.

"Good luck, I'm sorry for everything and thank you for following me here, I'll miss you," said Frodo, who also gave Sam a hug. "I know what an order of Gandalf means to you, I'm sorry for everything that distresses you, I wish the best," said Aragorn, kissing him on the forehead,

"Do not let the elf's posture grieve you, he loves you "I smiled sadly,

" I'm sorry, Aragorn, but your words only sadden me more, "

" I understand, and I believe there are no barriers about your love, but who am I to say something, I stood in his position and recoiled trying keep the being I love safe from all sorrow, "

" Tell this to your friend, I hope one day he can understand me, "

" Maybe if you told me I could help you in some way, "

" I believe thatyou already know my dear friend, Gandalf knew that you would be our leader and warned you of the dangers, contrary to what the magician said to you I am not foolish. "Aragorn smiled and gave him another kiss.

"I wish you luck and strength dear friends, keep yourself safe!" You gave a brief bow in salute, and slid into the forest.

** You watch from afar the elves give presents to the entourage, everyone seems happy by the contribution of the blonds of Lórien, their lungs warm up and without thinking you open your mouth and start to sing, your voice is clear and full, in a slow melody you start to let loose the uncertain words that appear in your mind as if your heart spoke for you.

Legolas recognize his voice and directs the gaze to you that is far more visible yes, his black hair covering his back, and his dress feeling soft against the breeze, the words touch the elf's ears in a painful way, he never heard you sing, and charmed yourself with his voice, he closed his eyes to and let the tears fill his blue eyes, he did not want to hear his cries, but he could not go without hearing them, his heart felt tight every time. a word that comes from his lips, a sore goodbye that comes from the lips that once belonged to him.

I can not say We came all this way We came all this way But now comes the day. But now comes the day. To say goodbye to you To say goodbye to you I give you all a goodbye.

English is not my mother tongue! If something goes wrong please correct me, tell me if you like it.

Mela - love

Melanin - my love

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