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Reading the Silmarillion, the elves seem so active and full of life.They’re always doing things. When you get to the Lord of the Rings, they just seem so tired. Elrond holds a meeting and then he’s out. Galadriel has some guests stay with her. They’re so done. They just wanna leave.

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Vinyamar by Alan Lee

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It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.

the lord of the rings: the two towers (2002) dir. peter jackson

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Gondolin in winter by LadyElleth

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Aiya Eärendil Elenion Ancalima by Aglargon

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Galadriel: But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me, What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?

*Later*

Galadriel: Well apparently Círdan has a ship so that answers that question.

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Thranduil’s Halls by John Howe

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I would honestly watch an LotR movie where some trout finds the One Ring after Isildur loses it and becomes the Trout Ruler until Deagol accidentally steals the ring from him in the river.

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Alqualondë by Alan Lee

Their halls were of pearl, and of pearl were the mansions of Olwë at Alqualondë, the Haven of the Swans, lit with many lamps. For that was their city, and the haven of their ships; and those were made in the likeness of swans, with beaks of gold and eyes of gold and jet. The gate of that harbour was an arch of living rock sea-carved; and it lay upon the confines of Eldamar, north of the Calacirya, where the light of the stars was bright and clear.