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𝐆𝐈𝐋 - 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐃

LAST HIGH KING OF THE NOLDOR IN EXILE AND OF THE ELVES OF THE WEST

Independent, selective & private portrayal of Gil-galad of Tolkien's legendarium The Silmarillion ft. other works • Headcanon based • Trop friendly Written by Nin • 30s • Est. 2017 Guidelines + verses (mobile edition) • Headcanons • Playlist

'Rings of Power should die in a fire' The Rings Of Power haven't even been made yet and you already want them to die in a fire??? Like my god can't y'all just wait until the Third Age so Frodo and Sam can have their moment destroying the One Ring?

Silly headcanon courtesy of me being tired (what? Who said that!-)

Tiny Elrond has a lisp, and Maglor and Maedhros struggle to understand a word the poor child says at first. They just look at each other in confusion, meanwhile little Elrond is standing there with the sweetest and purest little puppy dog eyes and the cutest smile with his hands outstretched because he was just asking for some sweets to snack on.

Requests are open!

Since holidays are approaching, I'd like to open requests! In about a week, I'm going to be starting my school holidays, and I'd like to take the time to relax and unwind from school before starting on holiday assignments. Writing does that for me, so requests!!!

Rules

What won't write: NSFW, gore, sensitive topics (you can DM to ask)

How to request

Send me an ask in my inbox, and I'll see to it!

I'll be writing for Silmarillion and Rings of Power elves, Valar and Maiar.

When requesting, please include:

Name of Silm/RoP elf (if it's characters like Elrond, Celebrimbor etc, specify if you want Silm or RoP version)

Nature of relationship: platonic or romantic?

If you want me to write an OC, give me all the details about your OC (race, gender, appearance, backstory, relationships with other characters etc, everything!)

Prompt! (very important, what is the premise of the story? angst, fluff? what exactly)

Note: I won't accept anonymous requests, because I may need to follow up with the user about their character. If you don't want your username to be shown when I post your request, you can tell me in your request. However, when you request, I need you to do so with a username!

I have the right to refuse requests! I'll be going overseas, and with assignments, I may not have time for everything. Especially if requests are inappropriate in nature, I'll have to turn them down and delete from my inbox.

Have fun sending requests, and give me time to process everything, okay?

Namarie! Happy holidays all!

Love, Lady of Lindon

The High King and High Queen of Lindon are trying to have some downtime (they've just woken up from a nice long sleep) and some elf walks in.

Gil-galad is understandably pissed off (but trying not to show it) while the High Queen (Itarille, in my story she's Elrond's sister) is trying not to smile or laugh.

A scene from a book I'm writing, High Queen of the Noldor.

@queenmeriadoc (because I think this would fit well with Lady Merry and High King Gil-galad), please let me know if this is in character for them, but I think in her case Celebrimbor is the one who walked in on them

THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RINGS OF POWER (2022 - )

1.01 "A Shadow of the Past" 2.08 "Shadow and Flame"

anyone would be a fool to say no to him

starting a new little thing called

Textpost Tuesday™

because who doesn’t love a good acronym am I right?

enjoy, xo

He looks so happy with himself, so happy with his little bow

Listen you can have opinions on ROP all you want, but you can’t deny that this was the perfect casting ever for Sauron 🥵❤️

Hello ✨I hope you are doing well)You can request Glorfindel (if you are not writing for him, then Gil Galad/Celebrimbor/Eonwe. For whomever you feel more comfortable🤗)Some light melancholy with the atmosphere of the phrase "In a room full of the best works of art, I would still look at you." The reader says this to the elf and calms his worries and insecurities.Reader Maiar Namo.I want to surround these elves with maximum comfort, support and strong hugs🥹🫶🏻English is not my native language, I apologize in advance for mistakes😅

Work of Art (Glorfindel x female Maia of Mandos)

Glorfindel had a hard time adjusting to the Halls of Mandos. He had been there since the Fall of Gondolin, and he had to come to terms with dying, since he had been raised to believe that the lives of the Eldar were eternal, that they wouldn't end.

Yet, here he was, in the halls of the dead. He had a hard time accepting his new reality, but there was one who made it easier.

Nolwendë, she was called, the lady of wisdom. A Maia of Mandos, an ethereal being. Her alabaster skin shone even in the gloom. Her hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall. When he had first laid eyes on her, his only thought was: she's beautiful. As time went by, however, she became so much more than that.

In Glorfindel's view, she saw far beneath the surface of his thoughts. In her presence, he always felt that she understood him better than any other ever had. And so he found himself spilling his thoughts and confiding in her, even more so than to his close friend Ecthelion of the Fountain.

"You're deep in thought, Laurë," Nolwendë noted. "What troubles your mind so?"

"It is nothing," Glorfindel sighed, though he knew it was pointless to hide his thoughts from her. In truth, he had felt this way for a while now, the feeling of not being enough. Especially in the Halls of Mandos, where the souls of elves far greater than he rested.

Why did she keep coming back to him, when there were other souls she could have tended to? He could understand why she stayed away from the sons of Fëanor, but what about Fingon the Valiant? What about Finrod Felagund? Why him?

"Your mind wanders far," she spoke softly as she walked, almost like a glide, up to him, her fingers reaching to trace his jaw. "You're tense."

"Why do you stick with me?"

Her grey eyes widened, and Glorfindel stared into their depths, mesmerised by the ethereal colour of her irises. "Why I stick with you?" she murmured.

"Your thoughts are fascinating, for one," she replied. "You've had an interesting life, crossing the Helcaraxë to Middle-earth, living in Nevrast and finally Gondolin."

She reached out and caught one of his long gold locks in her hand, playing with his hair. "You have beautiful hair, and its radiance far outshines that of Fingon or Finrod..."

"But the most beautiful thing, Glorfindel the Golden, is your soul," she finally looked at him, her eyes boring into his. "You're thoughtful, kind, compassionate. To me, those qualities matter far more than anything superficial."

She shifts to lean her forehead against his back, her arms coming to encircle him. "In a room full of the best works of art, I would still look at you. You're beautiful, in every way possible. Your heart is as golden as your hair."

She presses a kiss to his forehead, which elicited a small smile from him. "You're precious to me, Laurë, and that's all that matters. Until the end of time, I will look at you."

"Even if the Valar choose to return you to Middle-earth, I will go with you. I will never leave you, never leave your side."

Her lips curved gently upwards. "Because I love you, Laurë. And you're the most precious to me. Don't you ever forget that."

Bonus: Glorfindel brags to everyone he encounters in the Halls of Mandos, and later when he gets re-embodied, that the Maia of Mandos loves him

the one i referenced for my edwards!brimby drawing

I will miss him being on the show, but he will never be gone from my heart. I genuinely think he was one of the most kindest characters on the show. Beloved 💚

Please a thousand times over

Please

Please

Please

PLEASE

"It is not strength that overcomes darkness, but light." - Lord Celebrimbor

I'm sure this has been said a thousand times over, but Charles Edwards has done a phenomenal job playing the Lord of Eregion, and I thought it would be nice to try drawing our beloved elven smith.

Thank you, Sir Charles Edwards, for bringing him to life on the screen.

(Ps: I didn't intend for the first ever drawing I did of Edwards!Celebrimbor to be so bloody...but still)

Tagging the people who may like this: @queenmeriadoc (because I know you'll love anything Celebrimbor) @annahiril (thanks for the support, both on here and on Instagram!)

Additional note: I've got a sweet drawing with Edwards!Brimby planned, so stay tuned!

this is the face he drew

It’s that time of year where I rewatch everything, so I painted some Elrond to get in the spirit. ✨my favorite.

wowwww

Ereinion Gil-Galad

Comissions open !

10$-ONE character CHEST UP with color( every fandom, oc’s, etc)

15$ ONE character WAIST UP with color

20$ TWO characters CHEST UP with color( every fandom, oc’s, etc)

30$ TWO characters WAIST UP with COLOR

35$-ONE character FULL BODY WITH COLOR

50$-TWO characters FULL BODY with COLOR

60$-i don’t want put the word with nsxx or i will be flagged lol + COLOR + FULL BODY

i don’t do, mechas,background or armors too complicated

*only paypal

(Reader is Maglor's wife who had followed the Host of Fingolfin to Middle-earth after promising Nerdanel to bring Maglor home)

One day in the Third Age, she was exploring the shores of Middle-earth when she saw a solitary figure wandering in front of her. He sung mournful melodies, his fingers plucking the strings of his harp.

"Maglor," she breathed softly, then took off in a run towards him. "Maglor!"

Freezing at the sound of his name, the mournful notes of his harp faded into silence. He turned slowly, his eyes wide and filled with disbelief as he caught sight of you. “It cannot be,” he murmured, his voice breaking like a fragile thread. But when you reached him, your arms wrapped tightly around him, he clutched you as though you might vanish, his harp slipping from his fingers to the sand. “You found me,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, trembling. “After all this time...you found me.”

Overzealous Herald (Elrond Peredhel, Rings of Power)

Author's note: Written with my OC Eleniel but can be a reader insert too

Summary: Elrond is an overzealous herald, and some day, he burns out. His darling wife nurses him back to health.

As the daughter of High King Gil-galad, Eleniel knew the pressure was on for her to maintain a graceful and elegant front as the Princess of Lindon. She knew the pressure of the court, to live up to everyone's expectations, but never in her life had she seen someone so...committed to it as Elrond was.

She knew that he always felt inferior, due to his half-elven heritage. Many a night, she had spent with him in their bed, reassuring him that he was more than enough as she pressed soft kisses to his shoulders. But it seemed that she had failed to actually convince him.

She saw the emotion he hid behind his perpetually lingering smile and his sweet words. Deep down, Eleniel knew one thing.

Elrond wasn't okay.

----

"Elrond," Eleniel spoke as she entered his study, shutting the door gently behind her. He was bent over his desk, scribbling madly, a fire burning in his eyes as his quill scratched the parchment. On the ground, she saw several broken quills, no doubt swept away in anger.

"What?" Gone was the shy, sweet herald she'd fallen in love with. In his place was a tone of vindictiveness, pent up anger. Eleniel was a little taken aback by his tone of voice, but she needed to get around whatever it was Elrond was experiencing this time.

"Elrond," she spoke softly, fiddling with a lock of her long hair. "Are you alright?"

He didn't answer her. Eleniel could hear her heart shattering, but she ignored the pain and continued to linger in his study. She moved closer to his desk, her steps feather-light, and reached out to pick up a particular document to read it.

Almost like lightning, his hand shot out to catch hers. Elrond snatched the document out of her hands and slammed it on the desk so hard the quills rattled in their inkwells.

"Leave it," he growled.

Eleniel's blue eyes widened at his words. What had happened. "Elrond, I-"

Her sweet herald snapped. "If you have nothing to say, leave!" He got out of his chair, grey eyes blazing and a stray strand of brown hair falling in front of his face. Elrond was glaring back at her, his eyes ablaze with a fury she'd never seen.

However, he saw Eleniel's eyes, blue like the boundless sea. They were wide open, perhaps with shock and a little fear. Instantly, Elrond's eyes softened, and he took a step towards his wife. "Melda, I...I apologise," he murmured, his eyes downcast. "I don't know what came over me, I..."

Tears pricked the corner of his eyes, and before he knew it, they started cascading like pearls broken from a chain down his cheeks. Eleniel's heart clenched and she pulled him into her embrace.

"Talk to me, Elrond. What's happening?"

"I...I push myself too hard..." he sniffled, burying his face in her shoulder. "It's my fault...all of it."

"I hear them talk, you know," he continued, "that I'm not worthy of you, not even worthy of being here, because I'm a peredhel. I'm trying to prove them wrong."

Eleniel pressed a kiss to his forehead, and pulled away just enough to look into his eyes. The beautiful grey eyes she so loved. "Elrond," she sighed, "you don't need to prove yourself to anyone. If those...idiots cannot see that you're more than your heritage, the fault lies with them and their poor judgement."

"You think so?"

"I know so, Elrond," Eleniel agreed firmly. "Your kindness and sincerity far surpass any flattery the courtiers utter. You're genuine, you love helping others no matter who they are...need I go on?"

She pulled him to her again. "Okay, I'm officially relieving you of your duties for the rest of the week. You're to take a break, away from your work."

Elrond looked up at her, unintentionally flashing those puppy eyes. "What about the High King?"

Eleniel laughed. "Whatever objections the High King has, he can run them by me, because my lovely herald needs a break!"

She tackled him to the ground, pressing kisses to any inch of him she could reach, namely his face. Elrond laughed as he felt a knot in his chest unravel.

He needed this. To heal, to rest. As he looked down at his wife, still kissing him fervently, he knew something.

Elrond had all he needed right here.

Tolkien Masterlist

Hey everyone! Here, I'll be putting links to all my writing and art so you can go see them. Also, for convenience.

I just want to say, to all of you who have been so supportive here on Tumblr, hantanyel ("thank you" in Quenya) from the bottom of my heart.

Also, requests are OPEN! For those who've sent in requests, I'm working on them, please give me some time.

Multi-chapter series

High Queen of the Noldor

Characters: Gil-galad, Elrond, Itarille (OC, High Queen of the Noldor and sister of Elrond)

masterlist (tba)

Rude Awakening (art)

Noldoriel of Eregion

Characters: Annatar (Sauron), Celebrimbor, Mirdania, (eventual) Glorfindel

masterlist

Characters

Ereinion Gil-galad

Across the Seas Stressful Night My Heart in your Hands (tba)

Elrond Peredhel (Rings of Power and Lord of the Rings)

I've Got You Overzealous Herald

Celebrimbor of Eregion

Not Strength, But Light (drawing)

Glorfindel

Work of Art

Small brain moment, but is this red hair or blond, or a secret third option?

Asking for a friend

I have a lot of feelings about Ereinion Gil-galad Last High King of the Noldor

If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

yes my lord

One of the best gifs of all time

A Recommendation and Statement

(This will be long, so the rest is under the 'read more'. It's important, so IF YOU ARE A FANFIC WRITER OR READER, THIS APPLIES TO YOU.)

Typically, I don't get political on my blogs, but as this will definitely affect us, I don't really have a choice. Given recent events, I would highly recommend that you download from AO3 any and all fics that you don't want to lose, whether you are American or read fics from American authors, and perhaps back them up to something portable/disconnected from the internet like a flash drive/usb stick.

With the plans that have been put forward, if they are put into action by the incoming administration, people who write smut, both published authors and fanfiction authors, could be arrested as sex offenders. Undoubtedly, as a result, their works - books and fics - will become unavailable.

I have written smut and would be included in this, should it come to pass. Personally, I feel that if smut becomes an arrestable offense, then shouldn't those who write murder mysteries be arrested for premeditated murder? Shouldn't those who write about theft be arrested for theft?

In this life, we all have choices to make, some more consequential than others. This is mine. Until such a time as those laws are enacted, I will continue writing, for as Ray Bradbury said "We write so as not to be dead." I have had no solace in my life as great as writing. It is a world in which I can make anything happen. I could be a hero, or a wizard, or a dragon rider - hell, I could even be listened to, for once.

So, consciously, and knowing full well the potential ramifications of my actions, I, who have never had so much as a speeding ticket, a dress code violation, or a detention, do choose to keep writing. I choose to defy those who would rather decide, yet again, to silence me. I have been a people-pleaser all my life. I felt as though I would die of shame if I disappointed those around me, and instead I lived in a way that would make those same people happy.

There were things I felt I couldn't tell my parents, but I could tell a blank piece of paper. Paper never judged me for wondering idly what it would feel like to be movie star or to meet an alien. Paper never judged me for wanting to do something with the cacophony of stories running through my head every minute of every day. Paper never complained when I dampened it with tears the day I finished a novel-length fanfiction and realized that I could, in fact, write a book.

So, in my solitude, I turned to the only thing I knew would help me process those things which I felt others would not understand. Yes, I write romance. Yes, I write smut. Yes, I write about violence and tears and love and stolen kisses and regrets and fear...

Because I hoped that one day, I would not have to write about some of those things. Yes, there are elements to my stories which I hope I will never need to face - violence, in particular - but I hope I will be able to experience the positive aspects for myself, one day. The certainty of having a partner who loves you no matter what; feeling desirable, not to those who would use or harm me, but to those who care for me; the knowledge that when I start a sentence I can finish it, because those around me care enough and respect me enough to listen.

So yes, I have written explicit scenes, but who in this life has not had a fantasy? Even when we are in romantic relationships doomed to fail, do we not seek solace in fantasies of life being better? Is that not why writers write? To give voice to visions of something better? Of something hopeful? Or joyful?

I do not write for something as grandiose as the betterment of mankind when I write my smut, it is true. However, in envisioning something better for ourselves, in allowing ourselves to explore those aspects of ourselves in fiction, we open the door for introspection which allows us to make the best choices for us, and to have empathy for others and their situations. Through my writing, I have found that I am a kinder, more mindful person than I ever expected to be. Far moreso than I was taught to be.

Thus, I will keep writing. And dreaming. And thinking of the possibilities for the future, which I hope turns out brighter than this election makes it seem.

Even if you disagree with the content, my writing is my soul, and I will not give it up for anything. I would never dream of telling other writers what they should do when facing such dangers - every situation is different - but this is what I will do. Today, I 'screw [my] courage to the sticking place' and face the world as myself. Undiluted and uncensored.

If nothing else, remember this: "Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something is greater than fear."

So, do it afraid.

All my love, all my hope, all my courage 💖💜💙

P.S. - I'm posting this on the 2 sideblogs where I'm most active, so if some of you follow both, you might see this twice. Sorry, not sorry lol.

Attention all LOTR fans!

I believe myself to have been f-cked by the tumblr algorithm from the time of my blog's inception.

When I first started, just over a year ago, I made a "like or reblog this post if you like LOTR," to seek out people to follow, and to announce my presence.

I got notes in the very low double digits, whereas another LOTR blog that was also new at the time got HUNDREDS. Both of us barely had any content at the time.

I believe that tumblr users are simply not seeing my content due to something I did early on my blogging course. I don't believe myself to be under a shadow ban -- I think it's something else.

So prove me wrong, tumblr. If you see this post, please like or reblog if you are a LOTR blog, post about LOTR, or are simply interested in LOTR.

I am not necessarily looking for more followers. I just want to conduct an experiment to see if people are seeing my posts.

If I do not get a substantial amount of engagement on this post, I will simply delete my blog and start over. But I need to know if it's necessary before I pursue such a substantial undertaking.

ahahahahahaha

You think if someone told this guy:

He'd be defeated by this Hobbit:

That Sauron would shake and quake and fall to his knees crying saying it's fake news.

Celebrimbor laughing all the way from the Halls of Mandos with a spear in his gut.

Inspiration for my Noldolantë drawing

i need someone to send me fanarts of will fletcher finrod STAT

“The most important truths often are (simple)” - Finrod

Here’s a simple sketch of Finrod Felagund as seen in Rings of Power! He’s the eldest son of Finarfin and brother to Galadriel. Honestly, no one talks about him (or sketches him) enough. Great job to Will Fletcher for portraying him.

“The most important truths often are (simple)” - Finrod

Here’s a simple sketch of Finrod Felagund as seen in Rings of Power! He’s the eldest son of Finarfin and brother to Galadriel. Honestly, no one talks about him (or sketches him) enough. Great job to Will Fletcher for portraying him.

Being "kind as summer" means Elrond always gets the benefit of the doubt...

Elrond (sidling up to Gil-galad during a break in an important conference): I thought I should tell you: I punched one of the lords from Greenwood.

Gil-galad (arches a brow): My! You have had a much more interesting day than I have! Oh, well. I'm sure he deserved it.

Noldolantë, “Fall of the Noldor”.

Maglor plays the harp on the shores of Middle-earth, singing laments of regret, until his fingers bleed. Even then, he doesn’t stop playing, for all the blood his fingers shed can never compare to that which he had spilled over the ages.