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[queers-gambit]

Match Made in Grey Haven

prompt: ( requested ) you find yourself in what feels like a distant relationship through penned letters. overcome with shyness during his visits, you avoid Herald Elrond - until your grandfather (and co.) steps in as matchmaker.

pairing: Elrond x shy!female!reader

fandom masterlist: The Rings of Power

word count: 2.9k+

note: it's not much, i'm so sorry.

warnings: takes place BEFORE the events of TROP, abrupt ending, small hurt mostly comfort, feelings are hard, author is very abrasive and isn't sure this is conveyed fully as "shy" so i'm sorry, anxiety, unedited, wonky brain goes wonky, fluff, small drama, lost + healthy family relationships, romance, friends-to-lovers.

part two: The Risk

"You appear ill at-ease," Círdan mentioned as he casually strolled from the shadows of his workshop, the last of the day lingering in a warm glow, "which I am not accustomed to seeing on a face such as yours."

Elrond, busy at work carving one of the perfect ships his old master was crafting a fleet of, barely slowed down but did glance up in acknowledgment. He sniffled hastily, looking back at the pliable wood under his hands.

"Merely focused, my Lord, nothing more."

"Hm," Círdan hummed, pacing around slowly, hands clasped behind his back, chin up, shoulders back, grey locks glistening in familiar waves, "interesting choice of words."

"How so?" Elrond paused to pet the curve of the wood, trying in vain to hide his true bubbling feelings. He went straight back to work, aware Círdan watched him closely.

"Y/N said the exact same." This made the High King's Herald pause in full, Círdan smirking, "Ah, just as I suspected."

"I do not think - "

"You fool nobody but yourself," Círdan chuckled, waving off Elrond's words and stepping closer to admire the boat carving. "She cares for you, too, you know?"

"With respect, my Lord... But you are mistaken," Elrond deflected. "Your granddaughter and I, we are merely friends - if that. We only exchange letters - "

"And feelings," Círdan pointed out, watching Elrond flush under his interrogation. Just outside the doors, you approached, thinking you would fetch your grandfather for supper; slowing when the older, wiser Elf tisked, "Ah, come now, Elrond, do not look so forlorn, there are worst fates than that of emotional - "

"With respect," Elrond repeated, cutting Círdan off, your hand hovering over the door handle, "there are no emotions involved when it comes to your granddaughter."

You froze.

"Yet I will not believe that," Círdan shot back.

"There is little to be said that might sway you, my Lord, but it is true. We are..." You listened as Elrond took a sharp inhale, "We are friends, nothing more. Our foundation lays in companionship, we exchange letters - share our thoughts, ideas, and feelings. There's nothing more."

Círdan hummed in amusement, "That so? Then... Why, in the past 6 months, have you come here - what is it? Six? Seven times?"

"Eight," Elrond corrected automatically, wincing when your grandfather chuckled and you lowered your hand. Yet you did not walk away yet.

"You claim business with the High King brings you to us so frequently," Círdan continued, "yet, the matters discussed can be solved through letters alone. Nothing that deems an emissary. So, tell me in truth... Why?"

"My Lord?"

"Why do you come? I know it is not for Gil-Galad alone, so, tell me in truth, why the frequent trips?"

You could hear Elrond resume his wood carving and you became acutely aware of your position. Backing away, you fled the scene, petrified over the idea of being caught; yet your mind was stuffed full with what you heard. It'd been years since you first met Elrond, the young, fresh, baby-faced Herald of the High King; and while initially fascinatingly attracted to him, you were detrimentally shy.

Like, so shy, it makes you mute - to an extent.

He wasn't a Herald yet, though, and came to apprentice under your grandfather. Elrond became a constant presence around the Grey Havens - a talented, shining star of a student who studied diligently. You admired his work from afar at first, then, Círdan asked you to row one of Elrond ships around the harbor.

It was well known you were the apple of Círdan's eye; his favorite thing in the material world, the reason he refused to give himself over to the Valar yet. He was supposed to sail... But his daughter was soon to give birth, so he waited; and thankfully, because plague claimed your father and mother from complications of your birth. So, Círdan raised you.

Elrond panicked at Círdan's request, stepping into your pathway without thought and gasping, "No!" You shied back into your grandfather's side, the dark haired Elf amending swiftly, "I apologize, I-I did not mean to be so - so abrupt. But... Let me work a few more days, ensure it is to perfection."

You smiled gently and nodded, Círdan smirking and leading you away - the start of a formal friendship. After testing Elrond's boat (when ready), you sent him a note that expressed your impression and complimenting his woodworking skills, even saying you looked forward to his future creations.

His first letter back to you was one of thousands, and the start of his Heraldry.

Yet now, in present day, you wondered if these letters weren't enough and if he thought you untruthful in your declaration of affection. While your companionship had now lasted decades, you were still insecure enough that you lose wit, cheek, and tongue when he's around. And now, the past half a year, you've seen him eight times and couldn't muster your courage, and perhaps, it wasn't enough for Elrond anymore.

You just expressed yourself better in words! And you didn't leave Círdan's side; you did not venture around Middle-earth, never left your sanctuary. You adored Elrond's accounts of adventures and travels and work, it was your only time to "live", even if vicariously.

Now, worriment set in; anxious that you weren't enough.

"Ah," Círdan hummed as he and Elrond entered your humble home for supper, "it smells divine in here, sweet girl."

"Thank you," you whispered, setting the table for the meal as Elrond was the one who would not meet your eye.

"I'll be a moment, I need to wash up," he excused himself, always presentable; forever perfect.

You just sighed as he slipped from the room; a typical guest in your home, especially with his...recent increased business from the High King. "You seem pensive," Círdan noted, taking the bowl of salad to the table for you. "Is there anything on your mind you wish to discuss?"

"Nothing of note."

"Then speak to me of something not of note."

"If it is of no note, Grandfather, why give it voice?"

"Because it still takes up room, be it in your head and heart - which gives it validation to speak of."

You paused at the table, finding him grinning, offering an unamused glare. "I told you not to do that," you reprimanded softly.

"Do what?"

"Your - little - your pearls wisdom!" You groaned childishly, collapsing into a chair. "You can let me stew and figure things out for myself, we do not always have to speak of matters. It is an unfair advantage that I am inundated with your pearls and others toil for direction!"

Círdan chuckled, folding his hands before his dinner plate. "To complain of such an advantage is - "

"I know."

"Then why do it?"

"Because..."

"You are frustrated with your own emotion that you refuse to give life to?"

With a huff, you nodded, "Exactly."

"What is the matter?"

Your head shook in deflection, "Perhaps, I am just overwhelmed. I think I'll take a walk - "

"But supper - "

"I'll eat later," you promised, reaching out to lay your hand on his and smile, "I just need a few moments to breathe. Eat, enjoy, I'll find you later."

You left before another word could be spoken. When Elrond reentered the kitchen, he only found Círdan and wondered, "Where's Y/N?"

"She seemed distraught, saddened by something. She decided to go for a walk, clear her head a bit."

"Right," Elrond nodded, feeling awkward just standing there.

"Come, sit, eat," Círdan invited with a small smirk, "she's probably gone off to the workshop, she likes to write there. Says it's more inspiring than the library. Come, Elrond... She'll be awhile."

Elrond frowned and looked to the door, Círdan knowing his words were replaying in the half-Elf's mind. "Perhaps I should check on her?" He asked his old Master. "It would be wrong to eat without the chef, would it not?"

"I was thinking the same," the older, greying Elf nodded, "though you waste your time, that girl is stubborn - trapped in her mind too often."

"How do you mean?"

"It's why she writes," Círdan explained, "at least, why she writes you, I imagine. She often loses her voice, feels as if she is not entitled to it's very being - so, she writes, uses her words... And seemingly, you understand them best - relate to her, in a way. So," he took a breath, "go, if you wish, but know, she's unlikely to speak."

Elrond was out the door before Círdan could uncork the bottle of wine left on the table. He smirked to himself, musing, "Oh, these kids..."

You had left your home and made a beeline for your grandfather's workshop, shutting the doors with a great big breath of relief before groaning in emotional frustration. "Oh, how silly!" You snipped to yourself, "This is all so silly, it makes no sense! I mean, the way I just shut down? It's so silly! Losing my voice? Over a man? Oh, just rubbish!" Your hands shook out violently. "I just need to say it, you know? I just need to say it - then he knows, he'll know and I can get rid of this silly feeling. He deserves to hear me say it, else he might think he's unwelcome, he might not want to visit..." You were unaware of Elrond approaching the door, opening it as you groaned once more, "OH! He's just a lad! He's just like you, you silly lass! Well, not entirely just like me - but he's just - he's just Elrond! What is there to fear!?"

"Is there someone else here I should address?" Elrond smirked gently as he stepped forward to make himself known, "Or do you often speak of me, to yourself?"

You squeaked and came to a halt, dress twirling around your ankles when you spun to face him. Hands came together, instantly threading your fingers and wringing them together nervously as your visitor smiled gently and slowly (so slowly) stepped forward. With a deep breath, you greeted, "Lord Elrond."

"Oh, please," he sighed, "are we not past formalities?"

"Far beyond," you agreed, shaking your head and facing the open wall that showcased the harbor and horizon; the last of the sunlight streaking the sky with water-painted color.

"It felt wrong to indulge on such a gorgeous creature without the architect being there to experience it first," he told you, coming to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with respectable distance still between you. "Yet you fled before..."

"I'm sorry," you blurted out, feeling suffocated briefly, "I could not linger."

"Is there a reason to feel unwelcome in your own home?"

You took a breath, "Well, um, it's just - it's you... You are the reason..."

Elrond startled, "What? I-I'm sorry, what have I done? What did I do?"

"You're you," you turned to him, "and that's not your fault, but you're you, and it drives me to insanity."

"I don't think I follow? I thought - in our letters, I thought we had a connection. That we understood one another...? And now that I'm here, you shy away from me, have I truly offended you so gravely?"

"No, Elrond, you have not offended me - it's the opposite," you risked your own comfort and reached out for his bicep first; which, in turn, made him step closer. "You are not betrayed, nor are you mistaken. There's a connection, of course there is. I do not know anyone who could fake such affection for such an extended period of time," you scoffed.

"Perhaps Sauron - "

"But you nor I are he."

"No," Elrond smiled gently, shifting his arms downward to hold your elbows and caress you into his chest as your hands were rearranged to his chest, "we are not, thank the Valar."

"I do not deceive you. The affection I hold for you, it's authentic and genuine. It's real, Elrond, it's real..."

"It is?" He asked, lifting a hand to hold your jaw; thumb caressing the apple of your cheek.

"It is. I was just... You disarm me. You make me small again, you make me tongue-tied, confused, excited - like everything is new again. And it both scares and invigorates me that I do not know what to do in those moments, so I hide from you. In your letters, I can plan my words; but when you're here, in front of me, under my hands," you cooed, petting his velvet tunic, "I lose my nerve. My senses..."

Elrond chuckled, hands drifting down to hold you by the base of your ribcage, "This... This is a relief to hear. I worried I offended you, that I had upset you in some way. That I ruined this before it had a chance to take shape."

"Hardly," you mused. "I lose my nerve around you, I feel so silly - so young and green to love..."

"'Love'?" He repeated.

"Oh, I just - I only meant - "

"Take comfort in the fact that the feeling is mutual, my sweet." Elrond chuckled, caressing your cheek lovingly, "I fear the High King may grow tired of me asking to personally deliver Círdan his letters."

"Perhaps I will have to find reason to visit you?"

"I would like that, perhaps more than I should admit," he whispered, slowly lowering his lips onto yours for a much awaited kiss - giving you every opportunity to back out, but it's not like you ever would. Not when you've waited for this for so long. His hand now cupped your jaw, sliding sweetly towards the back of your neck. Kissing Elrond was everything you thought: soft, gentle, evenly-paced, commandeering, all encompassing, and mind-numbing; you never wanted this to end, you never wanted to stop kissing him.

However, your moment was cut short by a loud crunching; pulling back as Elrond did, both turning to the main doors to spy your grandfather, Círdan, standing there smugly. He was holding a bowl made of bamboo, eating a crisp salad, barely holding back his grin. Upon seeing his mirthful expression, you deflated into Elrond's chest; his arm coiling around your waist to keep you anchored in place while the other dropped to open his stance - proving he didn't feel defensive.

"Grandfather?" You questioned softly.

"Mh," he swallowed his bite, "don't mind me, just appreciating the fruits of my labor."

"I beg your pardon?" You laughed.

Círdan shrugged, "You are both young and intelligent. Wise. Insightful," he listed, "yet you are so naïve to think this union was yours alone."

Elrond glanced down at you in confusion, brows furrowed, asking, "What do you mean, my Lord?"

"Grandfather, it was Elrond and I who penned letters for decades - "

"Indeed," Círdan agreed, "but why do you think the High King has sent Lord Elrond to us so often these past few months?"

You were both stunned into silence, Elrond asking, "You? You asked him to...to send me?"

"I did," Círdan nodded, "it is disheartening to see my granddaughter, whom I love so utterly and dearly, driven into isolation because emotions can be so complicated and difficult. It was time for you two to finally confront your emotions, and after three months, we both knew we had to up our efforts..."

"The High King was in on this!?" You squeaked, feeling embarrassment seize your heart.

"You know, despite being High King, Gil-Galad is still fun," Círdan defended with a smirk. "So, he devised new engagements to send Elrond here for - giving the two of you longer days together between my responses. He agreed to send Herald Elrond himself here upon my encouragement. From your first interaction, I saw what you two have always felt. It's good of you to admit your feelings, is it not? Relieving, I mean?"

"Terribly," you agreed, Elrond rubbing your waist in support.

"Well, then you'll be happy to know, I've begun my response to Gil-Galad, so you'll have a few more days here, Elrond. I expect that boat done," he teased, "and upon your return to Lindon, I will be sending my granddaughter to accompany you as my own emissary."

"What for?" You breathed in shocked happiness, lips turning up brightly.

"It is time you begin a new education, my girl," he grinned, "and the High King has granted his blessing."

"Why would the High King be involved for my education?"

"I want you on a tour of Middle-earth," he explained, "meeting dignitaries, taking notes on what you see, hear, experience. I want detailed accounts, my girl, for our records so the King has agreed to send Herald Elrond to guide your tour."

"You've done all of that... For me?" You couldn't help the tears that sprung to your eyes, pure glee lightening your heart and head. Then, a sudden thought made you worry, "Why? Do you wish to away with me?"

"On the contrary," Cirdan set aside his bowl and approached you, Elrond letting go so you two could meet in the middle of the workshop, "I despise the idea of letting you go, even to carry my work back to the High King... Knowing you'll return shortly... But sending you on this tour is a necessity, sweet girl, because I only trust your written accounts. It's time... It's time for you to see the world I've long protected you from as it truly is and bring us back update records and accounts, and who better to show it to you than Elrond Peredhel?" He smiled, looking over your shoulder at his ex-student. You felt Elrond near your flank, Círdan looking at the two of you fondly; even reaching out to caress your cheek as he breathed in deeply. "What joy my heart feels, knowing you two have found one another."

"What joy we feel you decided to play matchmaker," you chuckled.

"Well, they say perfection only exists in Valinor, but I was determined to challenge that."

part two: The Risk

requesting rules and masterlist

TROP masterlist

[someoneslightlygay]

Me and the apprentices on a night out

[unavidas]

As strong as a warrior

[kasagia]

Halbrand's Masterlist

One-shots

Skin and bones

Ever since Galadriel revealed Halbrand's true identity, you've been having some very strange dreams… dreams that aren't the innocent figments of your imagination you thought they were.

Flesh and blood

Centuries of running away, fighting with what is right and what you should do, have left their mark on you. In time, you begin to realise that the war between good and evil, light and darkness, will never end. And you are tired of all of it. Especially since HE never leaves you alone. Not even for a short moment. Not even when you're about to marry someone else.

In death's arms

There was nothing Sauron regretted doing. Every nasty thing he did to gain power paid off for him, and given the choice again, he would do it all over again. Or so he thought, until his path was crossed with someone from his past. It turns out that some of his mistakes are destined to haunt him forever.

Tolerate it

You were with him from the beginning of his existence, from the first break of the silence. You blindly and faithfully followed him—your great, epic love, doing everything to help him, to stay with him no matter what. Sauron was Morgoth's shadow. And you were Mairon's shadow. What will you do when you realise that your devotion is no longer valued and desired by him?

[halbrannatar]

Daily reminder he IS The Lord Of The Rings 👑

We are soooooooooooooo lucky.

[redrosesandcharmingsouls]

I just can’t stop thinking about Miriels prophetic vision .Shes not alone like in Galadriels one ,she’s with women and their babies ,to talk about how much of a blessing it so have new life on the island .And even as she’s waking towards the giant wave she’s still holding one of the women’s babies .

I think it’s supposed to be a reference on how not even the most innocent creatures like literal babies will get to escape the gods wrath .And the writers were very evil in this .

[t-u-i-t-c]

Kuon in No. 1 Sentai Gozyuger 01x09 Unbreakable Wolf

+ bonus

[wereshrew-admirer]

The Figure goes to Phrygian for some rest and relaxation and what do they get? Chine and Duvall and the Baby, (mostly) tragedy free!

[available as a PDF for easy viewing]

EDIT (01/30/24): updated to correct some missing dialogue!

This year's secret samol for @thelostlarrikin! I chose to combine two of his prompts (queerplatonic Figure&Phrygian + "Chine, It, and Duvall being a cute weird family"), and hopefully delivered (I, like Phrygian, don't always know what counts as "cute".. but i think i've got a handle on weird!)

content warnings for: body horror (not treated as horror), reference to past trauma and shitty (read: homo/transphobic) family member(s)

[martanis]

[on the fan response to the Galadriel v. Sauron scene from the trailer] "I think that’s a really fun and exciting part of this show that people have latched on to. I hope it keeps going for everyone. I hope they find enough inspiration and little crumbs of things like that bit in the trailer as this season goes on." — CHARLIE VICKERS for Schön! Magazine  📷 Photographed by Lee Malone

[marilynshamu]

I have so many pictures of Sam Hazeldine on my phone that Google Photos said, "Spotlight on Sam."

[checoleclerc]

Random Galadriel moments: 76/?

[fflewddur-feanorion]

I've watched one episode of Rings of Power season 2, and I am seeing parallels.

[baddybaddyadardaddy]

adamant light

[the tiniest possible glimpse of Adar with a ring of power]

The clamor and chaos of battle fades away as the ring of adamant falls at his feet.

Adar’s world shrinks down to the size of this one single, shining trinket, distinguishable from the muck and rubble and the bloodstained cobbles of the city streets by its ethereal sheen.

He stoops to take it in his hands, enraptured by its perfect light. It seems to him the very light of Cuiviénen, the light of the million stars to which he had awakened so many long centuries ago, shimmering and brilliant against a sky of velvet black.

The sight soothes his world-weary eyes—witnesses to the progression of unspeakable horrors that had begun with his imprisonment in Utumno and continued, battle after battle, slaughter and after slaughter, until the breaking of the very foundations of the earth itself.

On the eve of the siege of Eregion, he had found himself staring deep into the firelight, longing for the hour when his eyes might close forever, when his fëa might be at last released from the weathered cage of his body. Yet as he gazes down at the ring, cupping it carefully in his hands, he feels hope blaze to life within his breast.  

Nenya, Galadriel had called it—the word dripping from her lips like a powerful incantation, its mere mention casting a glow that filled the dingy uruk tent.

He had heard whispers of the power contained within the three elven rings, but now he feels it, flowing through his body like a swift current. His blood sings with promise as he slips the band onto his finger. Though he is certain that it had been forged to fit a hand far daintier than his own, he finds that it glides over his gnarled knuckle with ease, as though the band itself had stretched perfectly to fit him.

The light glows brighter, and though it is the dead of night and a wintry chill hangs over the battle, he feels suddenly enveloped by brilliant sunshine. His eyes close, his head tilting back on instinct, as though inclined toward the great orb—the same sun that he had set out to blot from the sky in the name of protecting his children.

They are far from their ashen home now, yet he feels the same exhilarating rush he’d felt when he’d heard the waters flowing off to awaken the fire-mountain.

This ring, he is certain, will provide him with the power that he alone lacks—the power to drive Sauron’s darkness from the world once and for all, the power to end the maia’s tyranny over his long-suffering children. The power of a god.

As if responding to his very desire, every sinew in his body seems to strengthen—the light is coming from within him now, as though there is a star being forged in the place of his heart, pulsing and threatening to burst him open with its incredible power.

He opens his eyes, expecting to see the ring on his mottled hand. Instead, he finds himself gazing at hands of alabaster white, unblemished, and he realizes that they are his own.

Astonished, he watches as the color of his black, tarnished, ill-fitting mail begins to change to the most radiant silver, his armor refashioning itself to fit his body in a way that his salvaged pieces could never have done.

He puts a hand to his cheek to find the familiar twist of scars replaced by delicate, unbroken skin.  

He raises his sword arm, transfixed at the sight of the now-shimmering blade, imbued with the adamant light of Nenya. With this blade, he will end Sauron, he will liberate his children forever…

A terrible cacophony of sound erupts from behind him as the rage of the battle breaks through.

He turns to see a cavalry of his sons and daughters charging toward him, crying death to the elves, and there is not a hint of recognition in their eyes.

[rings-of-power-realm]

GUYS IM DEAD

[numenoria]

The Rings of Power S1 EP5 Thoughts ✨

Okay soo I was planning to do a condensed post of my thoughts for episodes 5-8 like I did for episodes 1-4, but oh boy that was not the case. These next four episodes kick the plot into high gear, so they get their own post. I have many thoughts/observations.

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Episode 5: Partings

Poppy sings her mother's song. It's very moving 💙

Three very pale and bald-headed people are looking for Gandalf/Stranger.

Gratuitous shot of Adar in the Sun:

Wait they call him dad? Is he really their progenitor?

Adar shows compassion to his orc-son

Bronwyn rallies the people of the Southlands

Old loser creep wants to get swallowed up by Sauron so he decides to pledge his allegiance to Adar. These other poor souls follow him.

Yeah this is not going to end well for these folks

Numenor scenery porn:

Elendil got them pretty eyes 😍

Isildur baby boy, you sweet summer child you have got to earn your spot (then you can chop off Sauron's fingers)

The Numenorians object harshly to Queen Miriel's decision 😬

Halbrand is hard at work in the smiths shop. We love a hardworking untrustworhty man mmhmm 💅🏾

Galadriel has NOT informed Halbrand of the plans to go to the Southlands.

Back w/the proto-hobbits. What's this big paw prints in the dirt? Oh no, that can't be good.

Elder lady hobbit does not like the Stranger.

Stranger saves Nori, Poppy and Elder lady hobbit from...idk wtf this creature is. a wolf

Stranger/Gandalf vs The Wolf reinacment:

Galadriel and Valandil engage in some awesome swordsmanship ⚔

Valandil gets promoted! Love that for him!

Halbrand watching Galadriel slang that sword:

Pharazon is ultra super shady...I don't like his son either..

Miriel's dad gives her a warning. Yeah this is definitely an omen or sumn. 👀

Durin IV swindles Gil-Galad out of a table 🤣

I knew Gil-Galad was hiding something!!!

So that's how Mithril was made?? Holy fucking shit!

Gil-Galad Rises gracefully from the table. Very kingly Very demure.

Wait fading?? As in dying?? Like poof??

Elrond don't you say nothin!!! 🤐

Elrond doesn't break his oath. WHEW!!

Gil-Galad still wants to fuck Elrond

Evidence:

Kemen attempts to set fire to the ship...his plan backfires (no pun intended) as Islildur catches him in the act.

I almost called Kemen..Kermit 🐸

Stowaway Isildur saves Ker-Kemen.

Elendil does not believe the cover story...

Galadriel and Halbrand have an extremely intense moment. I love the camera shots in this scene.

Adar brands the creepy old man. Creepy old man has to kill a boy!?? I think??

Arondir and Theo bonding moment <3

The elves nearly drop the Elfkea table

Durin and I laugh at the same time 😂

""GIVE ME THE MEAT AND GIVE IT TO ME RAW!" Sir I-

The evil trinket is apart of something bigger and more evil. A bigger eviler trinket.

Bronwyn wants nothing to do with this devilry. I don't blame her. Arondir calms her down.

Durin and Elrond bond over their shared burden. 💜

A concerned Gil-Galad spies looks on

Numenor marches out in style. Rip the runway battle babes!

Queen Regent Miriel-- I am again *Looking Respectfully*

Elendil I am also *Looking Respcfully*

I think Pharazon is feeding Earien some bullshit

Oh no Isildur's on pooper scooper duty 🤣

Galadriel looks majestic as hell!

Halbrand I still don't trust you!

Mhmmm okay...Nope don't trust him

Galadriel and Halbrand are on another big boat 🚢

Ships are symbolic of journeys, transformations, life and death. The paring of certain characters onboard represents how intertwined their journeys will be over the course of the Rings of Power. Many of the pairings (and trios) represent yin/yang, the past present and future and destruction/renewal. Idk I might write something about this later.

It's interesting that Galadriel and Halbrand are on a ship and they are shipped together in the fandom.

Someone is def not coming back alive or they're coming back changed.

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That was A LOT of thoughts! Overall I enjoyed ep5. There's some interesting character dynamics developing. I'll post Ep6 when I regain some spoons. Thank you reading this jumbled up mess.

-Davi ☽♡☾

[apparentlyautistick]

something something i feel really bad for Celebrimbor