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…

Undercover? Not so much.

@purple-possibilities The writing bug bit me, and I saw you tag that one post with Madakaka. Something happened. And by something, I mean nearly 1,000 words of nonsense. I love you?

Also tagging @madakaka because I’ve been a bit light on the tribute, recently.

A stranger asks Madara Tolkien Trivia. Friendship ensues…maybe?

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Redefining Comfort Food

My doctor recently told me I need physical therapy. “PFFFT” I responded. “I can get around fine.” “Sharon,” she said gently, “you fall down a lot. Like…a lot. Falling down is bad for you. PT will help you not fall down and break a hip.”

So, to physical therapy I went.

It was horrible. I knew it would be. My body is in pain all the time, and I knew they would add more to that. Fortunately, the guy who examined me today was pretty cool. He looked like one of those lumpy, rumpled, saggy couches, all wide and squishy but broken in and comfortable. And he absolutely did not know how to deal with my sense of humor.

“Stand straight and look at the top of my head,” he said at one point, bending over to check out my ankles. “Yeah…both of them,” he muttered to himself.

“But you only have the one,” I quipped, wincing as he squeezed my Achilles tendon.

He blinked up at me. “Um. What?”

“Head,” I said lamely. “You only have one…you know what, never mind.”

A minute and a half later, he burst out laughing. “Two heads!” he chuckled, and I laughed, relieved that he wouldn’t think I was just an insane English professor who made no sense.

(I hope.)

At the very beginning of the appointment I told him I was extremely anxious. Didn’t even try to hide it. I said that my coping mechanisms (such as cracking stupid jokes) were on at full power pretty much 24/7 and so adding anything to make them work harder was kind of terrifying to me.

“Coping mechanisms maxed out,” he said, writing on my sheet. “No extra pain. You know what? I’m going to write that at the very top. In really big letters.”

And then for the next hour he proceeded to move my body in ways that caused rather extreme amounts of pain.

I understand why. He had to see where my thresholds were, how much my joints could move (”GAD, your right ankle can manage a 24 degree flex, but your left will only go to 15!”), and what movements I could and could not do in order to determine the best course of therapy for me. Every now and then he’d pat me and say something encouraging, like, “Good news!! Your right wrist is in good shape!” or “Hey, you can still lift your hands over your head..that’s good!”

These are things I never expected anyone to say about my body. That part was hard, too. He was seeing and feeling up close and REALLY personally just how broken I really am, and no jokes could make that any easier. And he kept telling me I was broken in ways I didn’t even know about.

“Ok, your left ribs are at risk for dislocation, but your right ribs are solid!”

“I….wait, what?? I can dislocate a rib?”

Apparently I can. I need to be careful about that.

“You have a wandering toe,” he said at one point, examining my feet. 

“I know,” I laughed. “It decided to go walkabout around four or five months ago. Dunno where it plans to go, though.”

“We’re going to have to have a serious talk about your shoes.”

“Pretty sure Crocodile Dundee Toe isn’t going to come home just because I renovated her house.”

*squinty, strange look*

Me: *sigh* “Okay. We can talk about my shoes.”

All in all, I’d have to say it went well. I moved the way he told me to, said “Ow” when it hurt and cracked jokes to keep myself from hyperventilating. Only once I had to ask him to stop so I could put myself back together a little (I’m not speaking to my hips right now). I didn’t break down, but by the end of the exam I was covered in sweat and trembling all over. The physical therapist (whose name was Hal, btw) popped a yoga ball under my knees (don’t worry, I was lying down), said “Relax for a few minutes, I’ll be right back” and left the room. I positioned myself so I was relatively comfortable and tried to stop shaking.

Wow. This ball is REALLY comfortable, I thought. I like this yoga ball. I took one home with me.

Eventually Hal knocked and came back in. He didn’t say anything. He just walked up to me and put a large, warm hand on my leg and waited.

“I’m okay,” I finally said.

“I know,” he said, and went and sat down and we got down to business.

I’m going to need these interesting devices on my hands. They’re actually kind of cool looking and are designed to keep the joints from going “walkabout” too much. I have to have them custom made for me…I hope the person making them can make them pretty.

Why yes, I DID get a gift from Galadriel! Thank you for noticing!

I also have a few easy exercises with the yoga ball I need to do for about 10-20 minutes per day, so that’s not too bad either. It’s all good, and I’ll be okay, but I still desperately needed some comfort food after that ordeal, so OF COURSE I stopped by the grocery store on the way home.

I’m trying to eat healthier these days, and I didn’t want to soothe myself with something junky. So I bought a whole mess of vegetables and they are roasting in the oven right now. Roasted veggie soup sounded perfectly comforting on a cold day after a painful, difficult, and stressful appointment. Nothing of note happened at the store, alas, but I felt the need to write all this out and had to connect it to a grocery story in SOME way.

Be kind to yourselves, my peeps, especially on the days that aren’t particularly kind to you.

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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.

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

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

sent to: Galadriel

[12:21:13PM] Mind stopping by later? I have something for you.

received from: Galadriel

[12:23:00PM] really

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[12:23:09PM] They don’t call Annatar the Lord of Gifts for nothing :)

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[12:24:16PM] I prefer to think of you as Lord of Suspicious Dicks
[12:24:26PM] but that’s just me