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[almostlookedhuman]

[simstomaggie]

The Horsey Pack

I usually don't talk about follower numbers, but this one felt cool and fun: over 3000 people follow this blog now!! I've never had as many followers on a blog, this is big for me! I'd like to say a big thank you to all of you, and to celebrate this milestone, I want to share this little pack I made for you! It's all items that were either frankenmeshed with parts from the Horse Ranch packed, or inspired by ranch life. None of the items need the pack though, so anyone can use them in whatever context you want ;)

The pack includes 6 items:

I'm going to list them here below with download links:

Asfaloth Dress

24 swatches

normal polycount

disabled for random

basegame compatible

Download on Curseforge

Hasufel Outfit

20 swatches (15 swatches with patterns on the vest, 5 with solids)

normal polycount

disabled for random

basegame compatible

Download on Curseforge

Arod Overall

20 swatches (10 swatches with patterns on the shirt, 10 with solids)

normal polycount

disabled for random

basegame compatible

Download on Curseforge

Roheryn Blazer

10 swatches with patterns on the blazer (5 white, 5 black turtlenecks), 10 swatches with solid patterns on the blazer (5 white, 5 black turtlenecks)

normal polycount

disabled for random

basegame compatible

Download on Curseforge

Windfola Pants

15 swatches

normal polycount

disabled for random

basegame compatible

Download on Curseforge

Snowmane Hair

24 EA swatches

basegame compatible

Hat Chops

disallowed for random

Credit for the technique for this hair goes to @buzzardly28 whose idea of spreading out the uv map to the hat area finally solved some issues I had, so. THANK YOU!!!

Download on Curseforge

I hope you have fun with this pack, and that you enjoy the actual horse pack as much as I do if you have it ;)

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Thank you so much!

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[lotrmusical]

time for a race but it's lotr horses and ponies! 🐎

[emyn-arnens]

For the meme if you please: 24, eomer and Eowyn??

“Windfola has grown slower in his days spent grazing among the gardens of Emyn Arnen,” Éomer called over his shoulder to Éowyn, and a broad grin stretched over his face as Firefoot’s hindquarters passed Windfola’s head.

“Oh, really?” Éowyn cried, and she urged Windfola faster, bending low over the horse’s neck and looking sidelong at Éomer, who had now fallen a stride behind, and the ground blurred beneath Windfola’s hooves until the two horses galloped neck and neck.

“Truce, truce!” said Éomer, laughing, and he slowed Firefoot’s stride and waited for Éowyn to do the same. He watched her with a fond expression and said, “It brings me joy to see you happy again, sister, for there was a time not long ago when I feared I might never again see you glad and hale.”

Éowyn smiled at him and looked out at the verdant land around them, awash in the bloom of spring and faintly scented of green and growing things, and she said, “It is impossible, I think, to be unhappy here, for despair cannot linger where life grows in abundance and is cultivated and protected by many hands.”

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[frosticenow]

This is a mood board I made for @officialtolkiensecretsanta event 2022. I also wrote a small fic to go with it! I hope you all enjoy it! This was my first time writing and publishing LoTR characters and my first time writing Éowyn and Éomer.

There were not many places with enough trees to form a forest near Edoras.  The plains of Rohan’s land were more suited to growing grass and wheat.  Every so often though, a small grouping of trees could be found.  Éowyn found had found a private little copes of trees.  It was her own special place and she had told no one of it.  Privacy in the Golden Hall was scarce especially for her.  Wormtongue had her followed by maids and other spies and Éomer had his own people follow her to ensure that Wormtongue never did anything.  She constantly had at least two people watching her.

It was exhausting and she just wanted to be left alone.  Practice her sword play sometimes, or ride by herself or even just sing with friends. 

This afternoon was a rare treat in that she managed to get away from all of her various minders.  Everyone seemed to forget that she was still Eorlingas, even if she was a woman and a woman of the court no less.  But she rode just as well as any of her brother’s best warriors.  In some cases, much better.

Éowyn had managed to sneak out with her horse, Windfola, and some food for a small picnic.  She was pretty sure she had a few hours before someone would come looking for her.  Only her brother would be able to find her, and he was supposed to be back from patrols tomorrow.  Walking around the trees she tried to find a comfortable spot to sit.

One of trees seemed to have a suitable spot and she loosed Windfola’s reigns and sat down to feel the sun of her skin. . . .

A while later, Éowyn could not tell how much later, the sound of a horse could be heard riding up on her spot.  She knew she was slightly hidden from the field, and she was not unarmed.  She waited holding her breath before she hear.

“Éowyn!  Where are you?”

She almost laughed.  It was Éomer, returned home early!

“Brother! How did you find me?” she foisted herself up from her tree and ran to hug a quite worn down Éomer.  He still had on his armour from patrol, only missing his helm.  Dirt was smudged on his face; it looked as though he had ridden straight here without cleaning up from patrol.

“Well I rode hard last night and this morning hoping to get to you a day early, sister dear.  Only to find that when I get home, you are not there to greet me,” he lifted and brow and Éowyn blushed at the slight censure in his voice.

“I just wanted some time to myself.  I am always watched.”

Éomer knew well her dislike of being followed everywhere and they had discussed it many times.  Most of the time she even agreed that someone needed to be with her to make sure Wormtongue never tried anything.

“I know, my dear sister.” He smiled a little then and released her from his embrace, “so tell me what have you been up to, other than missing me?”

She laughed, “What I normally get up to when you are away.  Someone must mind the healers and run the Golden Hall.  Though I suppose I should go back.  The feast welcoming you home was organized for tomorrow night and . . . .”

He cut her off as she started to fret.  Éomer knew she worked hard, “That is of no concern.  We shall have the welcoming feast tomorrow.  Most of my riders are wanting to be with their families more than a formal feast in the hall.  As I want as well.”

It was a small piece offering.  He would stay with her, and she could enjoy the little bit of time she got to herself, even if it was not so private now. 

Éowyn grabbed his hand and started to lead him to the tree she had been resting under.  They sat together, as she started to hand him wrapped bits of food.  Some dried fruit and nuts, a small roll or two and some dried meat.  In truth she had probably brought too much food for herself.

“Well what a welcoming feast this is!” Éomer declared as they both started on the food together.

[dernhelmalso]

[ pluck ]  –  for the sender to pluck a foreign object ( twig / leaf / etc. ) out of the receiver muses’ hair. ↳ @luminescenc1e (aragorn) — memes / accepting.

The road from Edoras to Helm's Deep is a long and arduous trek for the people of Rohan, but Éowyn has her sturdiest travel shoes on as Windfola carries packages for herself and a handful of families with whom she shares the journey—those who have no horse of their own to carry things for them.

Every few hours, they stop to rest, and it is during one such time that she finds herself sprawled in the grass alongside Windfola, watching the clouds pass over the crystal blue skies. Perhaps she even catches a few minute's rest, little as she'd had for so many months before the coming of Gandalf the White. When she hears the call to start again, Éowyn rises swiftly from the ground, and brushing down her dress, takes her horse to rejoin the line.

Aragorn approaches, and her heart could be as light as air for all the hope that fills it. She cannot help the feeling he gives her: That their people may yet survive, and she may yet achieve all that she aspires to. In a moment, she bows her head slightly.

"My lord," she says.

He reaches out a hand past her face, and she does not flinch away as his thumb brushes her ear, though a strange warmth arises in her not long after. He draws his hand away and, rubbing his fingers together, lets a few blades of grass fall that he must have found in her hair. The mysterious heat rises further, the slightest shade of pink appearing in Éowyn's fair cheeks.

"I—thank you," she says, watching his face with sharp grey eyes. "I left my mirror back at home, in Meduseld. I did not think it worth the weight of carrying."

[ofrcgency]

For Faramir w/ @everythingheard

A young maiden of Rohan should never be familiar with grief and despair, but that is what Éowyn experienced when she was seven. Life for the young maiden was not easy as she grew up. Not only did she have to experience losing her father and then her mother just a few years apart, but being raised in an age full of anger, hate, and wars was enough to frighten any child. Despite the dangers outside Rohan, or even within, Éowyn was fortunate to learn how to hold a sword and defend herself. The hardships she faced made it so she didn't fear the cold hand of death or pain, but that didn't mean each day she lived was an easy one.

To add more to her plate, Éowyn constantly avoided the presence of one man when her uncle grew mysteriously ill. Grima Wormtongue, Counsellor of the Court under a weakened King Théoden, watched Éowyn's every move and often cornered her in private speaking poisoned-filled words to her. Even within the walls of Edoras, Éowyn never felt safe with this man working so closely alongside her uncle. She needed an escape for she grew more bothered and even fearful of his presence with every day that passed.

Despite the dangers outside Edoras, Éowyn found riding Windfola and risking her own safety better than being trapped in a cage that was her home. She couldn't remember the last time she genuinely smiled or laughed. Riding Windfola despite the present dangers around her gave her a sense of peace.

Not keeping watch over how much time had passed, Éowyn found herself approaching Mering Stream. Pulling back on the reigns to slow down, Éowyn let out a sigh of contentment. "I suppose I should let you catch your breath and drink water from the river ahead of us? What do you think, Windfola? I'll take the nod of your head as my answer then." Smiling, Éowyn reached up to pet the neck of her beloved horse only for something to spook him. Her eyes fell on a snake that moved nearby, and her eyes immediately thought of Grima as he was very much a snake to her also. "Whoa, boy! Windfola! Easy! It's alright." Despite Éowyn being a skilled rider, her beloved horse was spooked to a level where even she couldn't control him. Despite trying to calm him down, Windfola threw her off, and she landed on her left arm. "Windfola, no! Come back!" Windfola ran back towards Edoras, leaving behind an injured young maiden on the edge of Mering Stream.

[starsuncounted]

first words meme

@tortoisesshells tagged me in this too many weeks ago—thank you!

Rules: Post the first lines of your 10 most recent fanfics.

“Windfola has grown slower in his days spent grazing among the gardens of Emyn Arnen,” Éomer called over his shoulder to Éowyn, and a broad grin stretched over his face as Firefoot’s hindquarters passed Windfola’s head. (and the sun shone on her)

“Éomer!” Éowyn cried, jerking upright and clutching the sheets, gripped by dread—the dark whispers in her mind of her brother’s death were slow to fade, and her heart hammered in her chest in fear. (all things that grow)

Andreth stood by the shores of the Aeluin, watching the glimmer of the morning sun dance upon the surface of the lake, when she heard a soft footfall behind her, and a glint of gold appeared in the water next to her reflection—and at once, her breath caught in her lungs. (in the light of morning upon the high hills)

Celebrían stands upon the shore of the Bay of Eldamar, looking east across the Belegaer, where the fingertips of the morning sun brush the horizon. (long are the waves on the last shore falling)

Merry settled back against the trunk of the willow, stretching his legs out in front of him. (Many Paths to Tread)

Nerdanel paused by the forge that Fëanor labored at, eyeing with curiosity the dark, glass-like sphere that he ran his hands over, checking for imperfections. (of sorrow and of ruin)

The stars had sprung into the sky above the gardens of the Houses of Healing by the time Faramir and Merry’s conversation fell into a lull, and Merry peered up at the Man who walked beside him, his gaze distant as he mused over what Merry had shared. (nor bid the stars farewell)

Vasya rode hard through Midnight, bent low over Solovey’s neck as his hooves drummed over the earth in a fierce staccato of beats, until she spied her destination approaching and whispered to the horse. (the frost and the flame)

Elizabeth came up beside him and leaned her elbows on the railing, her gaze pinned on the shimmering path the moonlight clove through the dark expanse of water, and the silence between them magnified the creaking of the ship’s lines and timbers and the slap of the waves against the hull. (as boundless as the sea)

Inej scampered up the rigging to the crow’s nest and, peering through the tendrils of her hair that the breeze twisted around her waist, looked down at Kaz standing on the deck and called, “Are you ready?” (one foot in sea, and one on shore)

Tagging: @halfelven @musicboxmemories @starry-mantle @dreamingthroughthenoise if you'd like to do this!

[whatmathgodwrought]

Lord of the Rings Horse Ranking Tier

S-Tier:

Fatty Lumpkin. Tom Bombadil’s horse. This speaks for itself, and I will hear no debate.

A-Tier:

Wise-Nose. One of Merry’s five ponies. Descriptive name and probably good at sniffing out food. I know what I’m getting with this horse.

Asfoloth: Because the line “Noro lim Asfaloth” always gives me the shivers. (“Ride fast" in Elvish.) Also kind of sounds like ass-fall-off, so my bad Elvish translation is “ride until your ass falls off.”

Nahar. Blinding white horse of a literal god (Oromë the Vala). Apparently this horse was the first one to notice that the elves had woken up and tipped off Oromë. Not a bad biography for a horse.

Rochallor. Heroic horse of Elven-king Fingolfin. Actually stayed while Fingolfin challenged Morgoth to a duel, and stayed until Fingolfin died of his wounds. Attacked by wolves but ran swiftly home, where his heart gave out. You wish you were as metal at this horse.

Sharp-Ears. One of Merry’s five ponies. The safety warning about handling the ears is appreciated.

Shadowfax. Lord of the Mearas, it was said that no man could tame him, and he wouldn’t take a bridle or saddle, so minus some points for general utility. Luckily he was a bro to Gandalf, could understand speech and ran faster than all horses in Middle Earth. Gandalf took him to Valinor.

B-Tier:

Bill the Pony. Loses points for name originality (come on Samwise!), but gains some points back for being a memorable horse that somehow survives finding its way home from Moria despite being released and not getting eaten by the Watcher in the Water and crossing lands teeming with orcs.

Brego. A horse in the movies, but not in the books. Saves Aragorn by waking him up with horse kisses and carting him back to safety. Viggo Mortensen bought the horse after the movies.

C-Tier:

Roheryn. Aragorn’s personal horse, a gift from Arwen. That’s sweet, but it sounds too much like Rohirrim, and they might have to sue the horse for copyright infringement.

Bumpkin. One of Merry’s five ponies. You know, you’re just trying to copy Fatty Lumpkin, without the fat. We can see right through that. Bonus points for being one of Merry’s ponies.

Snowmane. Theoden King’s horse. Unfortunately got shot, fell, and crushed Theoden, so minus some points for involvement in regicide. Also sounds like a cat’s name TBH.

D-Tier:

Firefoot. Eomer’s horse. Sounds kind of metal, but also sounds like some kind of disease that horses in Middle Earth get.

Felaróf. First of the Mearas. Reportedly as intelligent as any human and could understand the speech of Men. Yet somehow this is what he decides to choose for a name, so how smart is he really?

Arod: A horse gifted to Legolas from the Riders of Rohan (so you know he did not look in its mouth, but maybe kind of wanted to…)

E-Tier

Hasufel. Aragorn’s horse gifted from the Riders of Rohan, but is only a placeholder horse until Aragorn gets his original horse back. Tough luck horsey.

F-Tier:

Stybba. Loaned to Merry from Theoden King, after the Battle of the Hornburg, this pony was better suited to rough terrain, and was too slow to keep up with the Rohirrim, so a bit of a raw deal for ole’ Stybba.

Windfola. Éowyn’s horse at the Battle of the Pelennor Fields, which ran away when the Witch King of Angmar showed up. Come on buddy, I know you are kind of helping to fulfill prophesy and all, but be a bit more brave like Rochallor.

Obligatory shout out to:

https://lotr.fandom.com/wiki/Horses

[kissmedcadly]

vic's car (during ST verses) is just the absolute shittiest '72 ford pinto that looks likes it's being held together by hopes and dreams and tbh,,,, she calls it windfola after the horse eowyn rides

[greensiqhted]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊 , 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴' 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.

UPON  HER  HORSE  ,  THROUGH  PETAL - FRECKLED  FIELDS  ,  lyra  was  carried  into  pastures  and  passed  clear  waters  where  she  and  her  small  band  of  attendants  from  house  reed  could  drink  their  fill  on  the  way  to  kings  landing.  at  one  of  these  rivers  she  and  her  companions  stop  for  a  short  break  of  water ;  windfola ,  who  is  in  a  rather  gentle  and  pensive  mood  upon  feeling  sunshine  and  the  halter  gone ,  feels  the  frisson  of  joy  that  freedom  bestows.  the  horses  the  group  rode  over  the  tundra ,  that  carried  them  onwards ,  were  family  too.  they  put  their  hearts  into  the  travels  just  as  much.

the  alarming  sound  of  another  horse ,  one  that  does  not  belong  to  the  group ,  captures  her  attention  with  acute  sharpness.  quickly relacing  herself  on  the  large  horse ,  lyra  pulls  ahead  for  inspection.  through  the  thick  brush ,  she  finds  a  small  clearing.  lyra  wasn't  sure  what  she  was  going  to  find.  mostly ,  she  was  still  thinking  about  the  sound  of  the  startled  horse , thinking that a wild mare may have become a victim of a hunting trap.

thus ,  when  ameila  stark  came  into  view  dark  brows  furrowed ,  and  light  eyes  flickered  around  the  area ,  observing  and  assessing  for  potential  danger  now  that  the  princess  of  winterfell  was  in  her  sight.  ❝  what  are  you  doing  out  here  alone ?  ❞  the  seer  asks  amelia  without  thinking  about  saying  a  proper  hello  first.  however ,  lyra  has  known  the  young  wolf  since  she  was  a  small  babe , even looked after her when she was sick and fussy and would step in when the wet nurse had had enough.  her  eyes  harden  but  it's  not  directed  toward  amelia ,  more  like  the  situation  itself.  ❝  it  would  be  best  if  you  were  with  the  rest  of  your  house ,  amelia.  ❞  it  isn't  uncommon  to  find  ameila  alone ,  much  like  herself.  but  as  the  princess  of  winterfell  and  the  youngest  who  is  on  the  way  to  a  foreign  city ,  how  did  she  end  up  by  herself ?

[simstomaggie]

Are the names of the items from the Horsey Pack taken from the Rohirrim of the Lord of the Rings?

eyyyy someone paying attention ;)

the names in the Horsey Pack are not all from the Rohirrim, it's horse names overall.

Asfaloth is Glorfindel's horse, Hasufel and Arod are the horses that are given to Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli by Éomer, Windfola is Éowyn's horse, Roheryn was a gift from Arwen to Aragorn and Snowmane is Théoden's horse :)

you're the only one who ever picked up on it, so congratulations!

xx

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[emyn-arnens]

dark is it eastward

written for the Three Sentence Ficathon on Dreamwidth, also crossposted to AO3

prompt: LOTR, Eowyn & Merry, conversations on the road to war

“I don’t want to die here in this strange land, far from my home and my friends,” Merry said quietly, more comfortable confessing his fears now that the thudding of hooves and jingling of tack could hide his voice from the riders around them, and feeling as if he must say these things now because the army had broken camp for the last time, and the end and his doom drew nearer with every stride Windfola took toward Minas Tirith. Merry felt small and out of place among all the tall, fearless riders who rode to battle and death with grim faces; his courage flagged now that war waited on the horizon, and not even Dernhelm’s steady presence at his back could comfort him; and as he waited for the rider to speak, he felt suddenly foolish that he had spoken so before one of Théoden’s riders. At last, Dernhelm spoke from behind him, his voice quiet and even: “Stay with me, and I will protect you as I can,” and Merry wondered at the young rider’s lack of fear in the face of certain death; but then he remembered with a chill the expression he had seen on Dernhelm’s face, the look of one without hope who sought death, and he wondered how one so young and so kind could be burdened with such deep despair.

[allxthingsxglxtter]

@lcnelylcves​ || For Eowyn

Today wasn’t one of Hugo’s good days.  The Macula was giving him a hard time, his bones aching with the pain and the visible signs of it had creeped up his neck.  He was bundled in his favorite scarf and long-sleeves, despite the warming weather, just to keep the dark veins hidden.  So once he was done with class he’d come home, tucked onto a haybale in the stables with some flowers around him that he was weaving into a crown for a horse.  He just wanted to keep his hands busy, and keep out of the way for a little while when Eowyn came into the stables.  

Hugo smiled brightly seeing his older sister, loving her near as much as he loved Amicia.  His life had been different here in this fake world, but they would always be family, real lives or no. “Hey Eowyn!  I’m just making a flower crown for Windfola.  See?”  He held it up for her, the nearly finished ring bursting with blue and gold flowers. “I thought these colors would look nice on her.”