the gift of galadriel

Things that crack me up about Legolas:

  • Okay, so maybe the film guide says he was born in TA 87, but looking at clues from HOME and the Silmariilion, he’s at the very most a bit over 2000 years old at time of The Fellowship of the Ring. He’s the youngest elf that we know about in that time period. ARWEN is older than him. He’s creeped out by Fangorn being so old but he calls all mortals children because he’s a little shit.
  • Tolkien would get super pissed off when Legolas was shown in illustrations as “pretty or lady-like” and insisted that he was the biggest, roughest, toughest of the elves and the most hardcore of the Fellowship. Legolas is like the freaking Schwarzenegger of the elves, nbd.
  • Best friend is a dwarf whose father was literally imprisoned by Legolas’ father and yet he still brought him to the Undying Lands for the most awkward family reunion because screw you Thranduil. And let me remind you that a) Gimli is the only, only dwarf who got to make the trip and Legolas invited him. Other people had to get permission from like the literal Valar and Legolas was like I want to bring my mortal bff yeah he wasn’t a ringbearer but whatevs. Also b) most of the people who left in TA 3201 went on like these fleets of beautiful vessels with a master shipbuilder but Legolas was like nope, going to build one myself, never built one before but it can’t be that hard, right?
  • While Sindarin is the most common Elvish language by the time Legolas is alive, it’s considered really ugly and unrefined, but here Legolas is running around probably not even able to speak the language of his ancestors, and I imagine him super proud of what must sound like an awful accent to his people.
  • Also super explains how useless he was at Moira trying to decipher the door because he doesn’t have time to deal with those snobs.
  • All the Fellowship got useful gifts or ones with spiritual meaning but instead Galadriel was like no, Legolas, I’m going to give you this big ass bow that’s bigger than the Mirkwood ones and it’s going to be so sick yeah it’s like taller than you are BUT ITS GOING TO LOOK SO SWEET.

The stunning Cate Blanchett

I am of the firm belief that Galadriel has spent the past three ages living the rock and roll life–she partied with Nessa and had an ill-fated fling with Eonwe, basically grew herself Faerieland like a chia pet, led armies led people, threw down the walls of Dol Amroth, is definitely doing Gandalf on the side (or at least exchanging snarky running commentary with him) and yenta'ed that whole Aragorn and Arwen business–

But she always comes back to Celeborn, who has been puttering around Lorien and…watering the trees, probably, looking after their grandbabies, and he just kisses her cheek and asks how her day went, if she wants any tea, did she hear about the new entling in Fangorn? such a sweet sapling…

gift for tommyg

@yourtommyginger happy birthday! sorry this fic gift is so tiny!

His lady wife was smiling so brightly and was so excited about her surprise for his fiftieth namesday that he had to smile although there was a small part of him (nay, a rather large part of him proportionately speaking) that was a tad disappointed.

It was that in ev'ry prior namesday of his she shared with him some new intimacies, that she gleaned from the wondrous gift that her sister cousin, Lady Galadriel, gave to her in the form of an illustrated book. Boromir knew that he should not be reading ahead and he was not one who was wont to reading and learning (that was more his brother), but he did peek in that book (and found his peaks many times visualizing his wife practicing those tantalizing positions with him).

“Daddy, I knew how much you missed your brother. You talk of him all the time, not only to me, but to Eomer, sweet Sam -” Sansa babbled with excitement in her eyes as she finally truly surprised him with the greatest gift of all!

Boromir muffled her words with deep passionate kisses and with his hands groping her round bottom as his blushing brother Faramir quickly looked away and Faramir’s fierce lady wife Lady Eowyn laughed at their display. Although it had been ten years since Boromir and Sansa first met, their passion and love had not diminished but seemed to only grow. It was quite hard for Boromir to keep his hands off of his sweet and succulent and insatiable wife.

“My lady love, you are a gift for inviting my brother and his wife to our private meal,” he whispered to his thoughtful wife. He hoped that he was able to keep the slight disappointment from his voice.

“Daddy, they are also to be our dessert. Page 333,” she whispered with a twinkle in her eyes. Boromir looked at both his brother and Lady Eowyn, who were wearing less clothes than usual, and looked back at his beaming wife.

*bow chicka wowow and fade away*

Hello there and Merry Christmas, @charonkatharsis! I’m your @tolkien-secretsanta and here’s your gift :D I call it “Lady Éowyn meets her idol, Lady Galadriel, who might have drunk a bit too much wine at this point, at King Aragorn and Lady Arwen’s wedding” :D (Also Tauriel is there mainly for the free food :^D)

I hope you have a great Christmas and that you liked the gift :D

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Meriadoc Brandybuck was a hobbit of the Shire, He is a Brandybuck but also half Tookish through his mother. He is best friends with Frodo Baggins and first cousins with Peregrin Took. The hobbits of Buckland were different from others in that they were fond of boats, and some could swim. Before the events of the Lord of the Rings he was a respected hobbit of Brandy Hall, and he knew of the Ring’s existence having seen Bilbo use it to avoid the Sackville Bagginses. He was greatly involved in Frodo’s conspiracy to leave the Shire, including finding him a hideout home in Crickhollow and using his knowledge of the paths to escape unheeded. He helped lead the party through the Old Forest, and with them was captured by Old Man Willow. Rescued by Tom Bombadil, and captured again in the Barrow Downs by the Wights - and following Frodo’s call to Tom rescued again. Here he received a Barrow Blade, which to a man was simply a dagger. It was forged in Westernesse which gave it ancient power. In Bree he was attacked by a Black Rider but not injured, he was rescued by Nob. He accompanied the hobbits to Rivendell, where he was then appointed as a member of the Fellowship Of The Ring, for his cunning and loyalty to Frodo. He had to be carried by Aragorn in the failed attempt to pass Caradhras. At the entrance to Moria he was credited with helping Gandalf remember the pass through the Doors of Durin. In Lothlorien he was gifted a silver belt from Galadriel. During the Skirmish at Amon Hen Merry and Pippin were captured by the Orcs, after Merry had slew a few goblins. They were spared because the orcs’ orders were to capture halflings, in pursuit of the Ring. Outside of Fangorn Forest they escaped during a battle between the Orcs and the Riders of Rohan. Their journey through Fangorn included Merry and Pipping drinking the Ent-Draught, making them the tallest hobbits in legend. In Fangorn they met Treebeard and accompanied the Last March of the Ents, which engaged in the destruction of Isengard. Upon reuniting with The Three Hunters and the Rohirrim he rejoined the remnants of the Fellowship. Here he was separated from Pippin, and wanting to contribute to the war effort swore fealty to Theoden of Rohan. He was made a squire in a ceremonial sense. As they marched to Gondor to aid Minas Tirith he was denied the ability to fight as he was not big enough to ride a horse. However a knight named Dernhelm took him upon his horse, and he went to the Battle of Pelennor. During the Battle the Witch-King scared Merry’s horse, causing him to fall, however he remained next to the duel between Dernhelm and the Witch-king, fighting over the body of Theoden. Dernhelm reveals herself to be Eowyn, but is almost defeated by the Nazgul, until Merry uses his ancient sword to stab the Witch-king down the back, undoing his armor and he pierced the Ringwraith’s ethereal form, but by doing this he is gravely injured by the Black Breath. He is healed by Aragorn after the battle. After the destruction of the Ring he returned to the Shire and lead the hobbits in the Battle of Bywater, ensuring success and a reconquest of the Shire. He became the Master of Buckland, married a Bolger, and had no children. He visited Gondor with Pippin where they both died peacefully and were buried in the King’s Tomb, next to King Aragorn Elessar.

“You can trust us to stick to you through thick and thin - to the bitter end. And you can trust us to keep any secret of yours - closer than you keep it yourself. But you cannot trust us to let you face trouble alone, and go off without a word. We are your friends Frodo. Anyway: there it is. We know most of what Gandalf has told you. We know a good deal about the Ring. We are horribly afraid - but we are coming with you; or following you like hounds.” - Merry speaking for the hobbits and their loyalty after revealing they have known about Frodo’s plans. Fellowship of the Ring, A Conspiracy Unmasked.

Chapter VI: From Mirkwood to Eryn Lasgalen: Legolas’ Return (Pt. II)

“I mounted my horse and looked around to see elven soldiers proudly awaiting my command.  At my side waited Celeborn smiling serenely.

“Shall we,” he asked.

I smiled in return, motioned to move forward. As our procession began it’s slow move home, I looked back at the smoldering ruins of what was once Dol Guldur. Though it would be a long time before it would once again resemble Amon Lanc, the darkness was gone from my kingdom forever.

For a time, we traveled in silence—each of us savoring the victory filled the air and fell over the whole of Arda. As we made our way closer to the palace, a faint sound of cheers was heard.

“Word still travels quickly among our people,” Celeborn remarked.

“It is just as well,” I said. “We return victorious as I told Galadriel we would.”

“Seems Galadriel is not the only one with the gift of foresight,” he said.

“Not so much foreseen as promised, Celeborn.”

As we came to the path leading to the bridge, my kingdom welcomed us with glorious fanfare. Under a shower of flower petals. I could see my court waiting for us joyfully on the bridge. Galadriel stood before them with Nenduîl and Tárimë. As we stopped, I dismounted as they came running to me.

“Ada,” they squealed as I knelt down to embrace them.

“You are home,” Tárimë said.

“Yes, I am,” I answered, as I noticed they were dressed in their finest court attire. “And how did you manage to greet me dressed so elegantly?”

“Lady Galadriel,” Nenduîl said pouting. “She told us it would please you.”

“I am well pleased,” I said as I saw Galadriel approaching as Celeborn and the rest of the princes began to great their loved ones. I stood up and bowed to her.

“You must be weary,” she said embracing Celeborn. “Let our warriors take their rest before we return home, if they may, Thranduil.”

“Of course,” I said. “Fëaluin, prepare the court for celebration if you will.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” he said smiling, his wife Linurial in his arms. “It would be my pleasure.”

As everyone made their way into the palace, I remained behind with Nenduîl and Tárimë.

“Tell me, children,” I began. “Did you mind yourselves while I was away?”
“I did,” Tárimë said. “I cannot say the same for my brother.”

“I was well-behaved,” Nenduîl said defensively. “Much more than my sister.”

“If I were to ask Galadriel, what would she say to me?”

There was a moment of silence and I could not help myself but to laugh. I took each by the hand and head inside the palace. I was happy and home again.

Inside, the twins went their way and I made my way into my study where waited the many faces of my lifetime. To thunderous applause I was received. I approached Celeborn as he stood beside Galathil, Eärmîr, Haldir, Rúmil and Orophin. We stood for a moment looking at one another as the praise subsided. It was then that we embraced one another. Cheers returned again—the sound rising louder than the falls behind us.

“Let no more time fall between us now that darkness has fallen from the rest of our days,” I said. “It is a day I never thought I would see but for my father I am his eyes from the grave. He would be proud.”

“Yes, he would, Thranduil,” Celeborn said. “Tonight we celebrate and tomorrow you will face the world as King of Eryn Lasgalen.”

“What,” I said taken aback. “What are you saying?”

Celeborn smiled as Galathil patted me on the shoulder.

“You were never one to take anything without bewilderment,” Galathil said. “Or so I have been told.”

“Yes, I am afraid my cousin is often taken aback,” I heard Elranduil say as he approached. “Good news or bad, it does take him a moment to find the words to say anything.”

“Well, then. He has the rest of the evening to find his words,” Celeborn said. “In the meantime, I believe your court is being prepared for celebration and I shall take my leave to do likewise.”

I never heard the study empty nor had I realized I had regained my kingdom. It was a moment I would never forget—after so long under the curse of Sauron, I had come full circle to see my kingdom through sorrow and pain to joy and peace.

For as long as there is a kingdom to rule, you will. My father’s words rang true—as I heard them spoken once more from my heart.

“Thranduil,” I heard my name called. I turned to see Nimlos.
“Yes,” I asked. “What is it?”

“Time to get ready for the celebration,” he said. “You are not going like that, are you?”

I looked down at myself. I was still in my armor—stained with dirt and the dried blood of orcs.

“I could use a change of wardrobe,” I answered. “And a bath.”

I went to my bath and noticed I was alone. I looked forward to having a moment to myself. After my armor was removed, my dressers left to prepare my wardrobe for the evening. Once in the bath, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and felt myself release all the tension of the day.

“You never cease to amaze me,” I heard a voice say to me.

“Elranduil,” I answered. “Who allowed you in here?”

“Amusing, Thranduil,” he answered. I opened one eye to see him sitting nearby in his robe and fresh from his bath. “I wanted to see to your well-being.”

“What do you want,” I asked.

“Not a thing,” he answered. “Though father wanted to know how you were. You seemed beyond his reach for a moment What is on your mind?”

“I am in need of rest is all,” I answered as I closed my eye. “Nothing more. Uncle mustn’t worry himself although I am quite sure it is you that would like to know more.”

“No,” he said. “Though your son wishes to speak with you before tonight’s celebration.”

I opened my eyes and sat up.

“Tarthôn,” I asked. “Is something the matter?”

“Not at all,” Elranduil answered. “He is quite well. There is no hurry. He is with Ëariâth just now. He has something he wishes to tell you. He refuses to tell anyone but you.”

“I have raised him well, then,” I said reclining once more. “He knows you can never keep a secret.”

“I can so,” he said rising. “I kept many of your secrets. Is it my fault Ardúin could get them from me? She can be quite persuasive.”

“She is not persuasive, Elranduil. You are afraid of her.”

“I am not,” he began as a servant entered and bowed.

“Yes,” I asked.

“I was sent by Her Highness, Princess Ardúin,” he said quietly. “She wishes for His Highness Prince Elranduil to join her immediately.”
“Tell her I shall be with her in a moment,” Elranduil said.
“Now, Elranduil,” a voice came from across the room. It was Ardúin. I could not help but laugh.

“If you will excuse me,” Elranduil said. “My wife requires my presence.”

He hurried away with the servant. I took another moment to enjoy my solitude until I rang for servants to come. I stepped out of my bath and was dried and dressed in a robe and I made my way to my room. The guards opened my door and I entered. A moment later, my dressers entered and began to prepare me for the night. I was placed in the colors of spring—rich greens with silver embroidered leaves on my coat. A knock came to my door.

“Enter,” I said as one servant began combing my hair. It was Tarthôn with Aranduil close behind.

“You have a shadow with you, son,” I said.

Tarthôn turned and picked up his grandson.

“Well what do you know,” he said. “How did you come upon me, Aranduil?”

“I followed you,” he said. “I wanted to come.”

“I think he wanted to see you as much as I did,” Tarthôn said. “You look fine this evening, Ada.”

“As do you,” I said noticing he was already dressed for the evening. “Elranduil said you wished to tell me something.”

“Yes,” he began. “There was word from Gondor.”

“Gondor,” I asked. “What of it?”

“Legolas has survived the war,” he said. “He is there with Aragorn. I was told of it before we left Dol Guldur. It would appear Legolas sent a messenger ahead of the news.”

I turned slowly toward Tarthôn—who was straightening Aranduil’s little buttons on his robe. When he looked up, his face was smiling as brightly as my own must have been.

“This is wonderful news,” I said. “Wonderful. I have both of my sons and I could not ask for more.”

“Me,” Aranduil said angrily. “I am here too.”

“Yes,” I said. “You are here as well, Aranduil. How could I have forgotten?”

In overwhelming joy, I embraced them both. I knew I would see my sons together again some day soon.”–Excerpt from TKWR Book III: To Eryn Lasgalen by J.M.Miller 04-26-17

Images: ©2012, 2013, 2014. Warner Brothers Pictures. The Hobbit: The Unexpected Journey, The Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug, The Hobbit: Battle of the Five Armies. All Rights Reserved.

When I Looked...(ThranduilxReader)

for fandomximagines, who made the fic request

Pairing: ThranduilxReader

Words: 878

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You didn’t understand it, not one bit.

After being part of the punctual, attentive royal staff for years, many of them involving engaging conversations with King Thranduil about your mutual interests, he gave you “the look.”

All you did was move a hand mirror that you’d never seen before from one side of his bureau to the other in order to do a bit of dusting, when he walked in.

His face turned red as fire, his voice nearly monotone.

“You need to put that down.”

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I love this scene:

If you’ve read the Silmarillion, you know who Fëanor was. If you don’t, Fëanor was the dickhead who created the Silmarils: three indescribably beautiful and magical jewels that contained the light and essence of the world before it became flawed. They were the catatlyst for basically every important thing that happened in the First Age of Middle Earth.

It is thought that the inspiration for the Silmarils came to Fëanor from the sight of Galadriel’s shining, silver-gold hair.

He begged her three times for single strand of her beautiful hair. And every time, Galadriel refused him. Even when she was young, Galadriel’s ability to see into other’s hearts was very strong, and she knew that Fëanor was filled with nothing but fire and greed.

Fast forward to the end of the Third Age.

Gimli, visiting Lorien, is also struck by Galadriel’s beauty. During the scene where she’s passing out her parting gifts to the Fellowship, Galadriel stops empty-handed in front of Gimli, because she doesn’t know what to offer a Dwarf. Gimli tells her: no gold, no treasure… just a single strand of hair to remember her beauty by.

She gives him three. Three.

And this is why Gimli gets to be an Elf Friend, people. Because Galadriel looks at him and thinks he deserves what she refused the greatest Elf who ever lived—- and then twice* that. And because he has no idea of the significance of what she’s just given him, but he’s going to treasure it the rest of his life anyway.

Just look at that smile on Legolas’s face in the last panel. He gets it. He knows the backstory. And I’m pretty sure this is the moment he reconsiders whether Elves and Dwarves can’t be friends after all.

The Most Fabulous Elvish Hair

Many elves are known to have fabulous hair - whether known for its length, shine, or color. But, if we were to have a contest to decide which elf had the most fabulous hair, I think it would come down to three final contestants (listed here in no particular order):

GALADRIEL: Tolkien makes a big deal about Galadriel’s hair. I mean, sure, in Lord of the Rings it’s described as being very beautiful (and in fact Gimli seems to be especially take with it, given the gift he asked of Galadriel on leaving Lorien.) But it’s not until reading The Unfinished Tales that we find out just how fabulous Galadriel’s hair is. There he says:

Even among the Eldar she was accounted beautiful, and her hair was held a marvel unmatched. It was golden like the hair of her father and of her foremother Indis, but richer and more radiant, for its gold was touched by some memory of the starlike silver of her mother; and the Eldar said that the light of the Two Trees, Laurelin and Telperion, had been snared in her tresses. Many thought that this saying first gave to Fëanor the thought of imprisoning and blending the light of the Trees that later took shape in his hands as the Silmarils.

With hair that was compared to the light of the Two Trees of Valinor, Galadriel’s hair was definitely the most fabulous of Valinor. But upon arriving in Middle Earth, she would find herself a couple of rivals…

GLORFINDEL: Glorfindel’s hair had to have been pretty fabulous, because Tolkien just won’t stop talking about it. First of all, Glorfindel’s name literally means “golden hair” - or, in one particularly poetic translation from The Book of Lost Tales, “Goldtress.” Of course, Glorfindel wasn’t the only elf whose name came from a description of their hair. But Glorfindel’s hair is brought up again and again, usually emphasizing the golden color. Which is sort of understandable, since blonde hair was rare among the Noldorin elves. But it wasn’t unheard of - in fact, several members of the ruling family of the Noldor had blonde hair, including Idril, the princess of Gondolin. So for Glorfindel’s hair to be so emphasized, you sort of imagine it had to have been fabulous. In fact, his hair was so fabulous that it killed him. No, really. He was fighting a balrog along a cliff-face, and when he managed to stab the balrog, it fell off the cliff. But as it was falling, it reached up and “clutched Glorfindel’s yellow locks”, and the two fell to their deaths.

LUTHIEN: Okay, so Luthien’s cheating a bit - her hair’s fabulousness is partially due to her Maiar heritage and some fancy magic. In it’s “natural state”, Luthien’s hair is said to be extremely beautiful, the dark color often referred to as “shadowy”, and at one point Tolkien says “the light of the stars was in her hair”, which I’d imagine is a reference to it’s shininess. But when the chips are down, Luthien can take her hair to never-before-seen levels of fabulousness. For example, she was briefly locked in a treehouse, and in order to escape, she makes a hair tonic and sings about “all the names of things longest and tallest” - the tonic and the song make her hair grow ludicrously long (in a ludicrously short amount of time), which enables her to weave a robe “that wrapped her beauty like a shadow, and it was laden with a spell of sleep.” And she then used the leftover hair to make a rope, and escaped from the treehouse. Rapunzel, move over. Luthien’s fabulous magical hair is coming through.

SOURCES: The Silmarillion, The Book of Lost Tales (Part 2), The Unfinished Tales (“The History of Galadriel and Celeborn”), LOTR

Exceptional Mothers of Middle Earth

It’s true that there is an above-average trend of maternal abandonment in Tolkien’s stories (you can read more about that here), and aside from those cases there are plenty of mothers who, through no fault of their own, did not live to see their children grow up. And there are plenty of mothers whose relationships with their children are simply never described. But there are also, dear Anon, several excellent maternal role models in Middle Earth. Just a few of my favorites:

Idril Celebrindal

Much of Idril’s story shows her as a woman under immense pressure from all angles, and yet her actions consistently show her to be wise and level-headed. She married Tuor, a mortal, and together they had a son, Earendil. And when Idril suspected that Gondolin would not remain as safe as her father insisted, she took matters into her own hand and had an escape route prepared in utmost secret. And she thought not only of the safety of her people, but for her son as well - when the city is under attack, we discover that she had also had a tiny coat of mail made for Earendil (also in secret.) When, during the fall of the city, she and Earendil are taken by Maeglin (who plans to kill Earendil, and then marry Idril I guess, his end game wasn’t too clear), Tolkien says that “she fought, alone as she was, like a tigress for all her beauty and slenderness” and manages to slow him down long enough for Tuor and his soldiers to arrive. 

Despite the fact that her city falls, and her father dies with it, Idril leads a retreat of whatever survivors they could find, and gets her son and her people out of Gondolin, and far south to the Havens of Sirion. There she lives with her family until her son is grown and married, and then she and Tuor sail west to find Valinor. Idril has many qualities to be admired, but as a mother she shows great dedication to her son’s protection, and manages to balance her duty to her people and her family (something that a few of Tolkien’s mothers struggle with…)

Gilraen

Gilraen married when she was young, and she and her husband Arathorn soon had a son, Aragorn. However, only two years later Arathorn is killed, and Gilraen left a widow. She then does something extraordinary. When she has just lost her husband, and is probably most in need of the love and support of her parents and people, she leaves to bring Aragorn to Rivendell, where the two live from that point forward. Her exact motives aren’t described in detail - while it was customary for the heir to be fostered in Rivendell for some time, there’s no reason to believe that they usually arrived as toddlers. It’s often assumed that, with Dunedain leadership probably in disarray, Gilraen felt that Rivendell would be the safest place for her son, and so that’s where she brought him.

When Aragorn grew up and fell in love with Arwen, Gilraen cautioned him against the relationship, not approving for an elf/mortal romance. She goes on to say “Without the good will ofMaster Elrond the Heirs of Isildur will soon come to an end. But I do not think thatyou will have the good will of Elrond in this matter,” basically saying that she thinks he should give up on his love for Arwen for the sake of the Dunedain’s alliance with Rivendell. A hard thing to say to your 20 year old son in love (presumably) for the first time.

It was only when Aragorn was completely grown and off traveling the world that Gilraen finally left Rivendell and returned to her people. The last time she and Aragorn meet she tells him that she will die soon. When Aragorn tells her to have hope, she replies “I gave Hope to the Dunedain; I have kept no hope for myself.” This quote perfectly encapsulates the devotion that defines Gilraen’s character. We see her make several sacrifices to not only keep her son safe, but also to raise him as a strong man and wise leader. All excellent qualities in a mother.

Galadriel

Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that Galadriel was an exceptional grandmother, since we really don’t know too much about her relationship with her daughter (except that they were likely close, as Celebrian visited her parents in Lorien often.) But grandmotherliness is still maternal, so I’m keeping her onl the list. Not only does she basically set Aragorn and Arwen up (she literally takes Aragorn in from the wild, cleans him up and dresses him in fine clothes and jewels, before he just so happened to meet Arwen for the second time), but she clearly offers the two all the support that Gilraen and Elrond didn’t (Tolkien says that Aragorn and Arwen spent a season together in Lorien, and there’s no way that would have happened without Galadriel’s blessing.)

However, my favorite maternal moment with Galadriel is when she gives Aragorn the Elfstone during the fellowship’s stay in Lorien. She tells him that she originally gave the stone to Celebrian, who gave it to Arwen, who left it in Lorien for Galadriel to give to Aragorn if she saw him. It’s a nice enough moment in the book, but it’s “Laws and Customs of the Eldar” that we learn of it’s true significance. Tolkien says that, among the Noldor, it was customary for the mother of the bride to gift the groom with a jewel, and that “thus the gift of Galadriel to Aragorn, since she was in place of Arwen’s mother, was in part a bridal gift and earnest of the wedding that was later accomplished.” While Idril and Gilraen show us the strength of mothers devoted to their children’s protection, Galadriel shows us the strength of a mother who, having learned that health and safety is never a guarantee, finds her own way to guide her children to true happiness.


SOURCES: LotR, LotR Appendices, The Silmarillion, The Book of Lost Tales Part 2 (”The Fall of Gondolin”), The Histories of Middle Earth vol. 10 (”Laws and Customs Among the Eldar”)