The Lord of the Rings II The Fellowship of the Ring “The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was, is lost. For none now live, who remember it. It began with the forging of the Great Rings. Three were given to the Elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven, to the Dwarf lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else, desire power. For within these Rings was bound the strength and will to govern each race. But they were all of them, deceived. For another ring was made. In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the dark lord Sauron forged in scret a master ring to control all others. And into this ring, he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life. One Ring to rule them all…“
Fuck, there goes my hot body. Time to change my name to The Abhorred Terrible Dread and go hide in my spiky goth fortress of doom forever. I’ll see you bitches when they invent Visine, and every second until then. Peace out!
- Sauron, still shaken by the destruction of Númenor, the Akallabêth
“…and it was then that Elrond first saw Celebrían, and loved her, though he said nothing of it.” - History of Galadriel and Celeborn.
(totally ridiculous and ooc I’m sure but just let me indulge myself in cheesy romantic subplots haha… I also have a Thing for nerdy, lovesick, lovingly-and-adorably-awkward-around-his-crush Elrond okay??)
Don’t imagine the elves of Mirkwood watching their king change after their queen’s death.
Don’t imagine Thranduil going mad with grief and loss and putting on a stone façade so nothing will be able to hurt him as much as this did.
Don’t imagine him chugging wine down to erase all the good she gave him.
Don’t imagine him drowning in alcohol to erase the memory of her.
Don’t imagine him working himself half to death every day to distract himself from coming back to an eternally half empty bed.
Don’t imagine young Legolas, still grieving over his mother, having to put his feelings aside and care for his father, emotionally unavailable and delusional, because he’s the only thing close to family that he has left.
Don’t imagine Thranduil quietly asking young Legolas to sleep in his room to fill the other side of the bed because he can’t stand subconsciously waiting for his wife to fill it.
Don’t imagine him panicking because the smell of her is fading off of her pillowcase and clothes; and no matter what he does, he can’t make or preserve the same smell and feeling that she left behind.
Don’t imagine him sobbing into her pillow, cursing himself for not being able to be the safety blanket he promised her he’d be and not being able to keep the one good thing in his life alive.
Don’t imagine him in a drunken stupor, stumbling around his room and crying out for his wife to “please come back” because he just can’t take it anymore.
Don’t imagine Legolas standing outside of his father’s bedroom and hearing his father’s cry out elvish words of immeasurable agony and thinking that this is what love really is.
Don’t imagine him and all the times he’s come dangerously close to fading because he got too sober to bear the weight of life on his shoulders.
Don’t imagine Thranduil not being able to tell his son that he loves him because he’s too scared of being attached to someone that might break him all over again.
Don’t imagine Legolas bottling every one of his emotions up for the next hundreds of years because he can’t afford to feel when trying to heal his father.
Don’t imagine Legolas knowing that, despite everything he might say, that deep down, his father loves his little leaf more than he can say.
Happy Trans Day of Visibility guys!
I tried to write some long sappy message to all of u but I’m not that good with words so I’m just gna leave it at this: I love you all and you’ll get to be you’re whole authentic self at some point. whether it be within yourself or publicly. You’ll get there. Don’t worry. And if there are any trans kids out there that have nobody to turn to, please know you can come to me anytime. I’m always here for you.
[he/him pronouns btw]