It’s a family tradition to binge either the Hobbit or LOTR for New Year’s and you guys. The Fëanorian star is EVERYWHERE in Rivendell.
Especially the spaces that are meant to be highly political.
The floor of the Council of Elrond:
The table AND pillars of the White Council pavilion in the Hobbit:
Elrond. Buddy.
Anyways I was actually looking for Elwing/Earendil references in Rivendell’s architecture, but I LOVE that the film directors snuck these in. This is the first year me and my parents are both caught up on Silm lore so we were just
The entire night. Shoutout to the set designers for doing the research man.
Now Melkor began the delving and building of a vast fortress, deep under Earth, beneath dark mountains where the beams of Illuin were cold and dim. That stronghold was named Utumno.
And though the Valar knew naught of it as yet, nonetheless the evil of Melkor and the blight of his hatred flowed out thence, and the Spring of Arda was marred.
Green things fell sick and rotted, and rivers were choked with weeds and slime, and fens were made, rank and poisonous, the breeding place of flies;
and forests grew dark and perilous, the haunts of fear; and beasts became monsters of horn and ivory and dyed the earth with blood.
we will make this place our home - Chapter 105: Chocolate Crumbs
The spring term ended in a haze of unexpected sunshine and a pile of chocolate crumbs. True to his word, Elros woke up early Friday morning and dragged me into the bakery before school; it was the only shop already open, the door propped ajar and the delicious smells of freshly-made bread and cake wafting down the street. The shopkeeper was busy arranging the window to tempt in passers-by: golden-orange loaves still warm from the oven, sugar-dusted biscuits, crisp white meringue, iced buns, dense brownies scattered with chocolate chips, rich ginger cake, sticky buns shining with sugar. Under the round window the bakery cat was washing her paws. We propped our bikes against the wall, spared a brief moment to fuss over the cat, and hurried through the door with its jingling bell.
It's the end of term, and Elros has Plans. Read the whole chapter here on A03.
we will make this place our home - Chapter One Hundred and One
We spent our evenings and weekends helping Maglor put the kitchen garden to rights. (At least I did; Elros came and went, far too busy playing football and climbing trees and pulling sopping-wet dogs out of ditches and whatever else Laerher-and-friends got up to to spend all his weekends digging up dandelions.) Sometimes Maedhros joined us, restless after months cooped up, pacing the gardens in search of a purpose. We planted all the packets of seeds saved in previous years: green beans and lettuces and spinach, an assortment of mystery seeds Maglor forgot to label, a whole bucket of forgotten seed potatoes sprouting and trailing pale roots across the shed. Maglor came home one afternoon with a basketful of baby strawberry-plants.
As new life springs up in the garden, the twins are busy. Read the full chapter here on AO3.
There was no home after Sirion: no gentle garden of fruit trees, no guarding walls, no shutters bolted against the dark. Maedhros’ flag hung ragged over huddled tents, stubborn red fading in the wild woods, a new tear in the cloth each time they broke camp. Tangled treelimbs gave shelter and choked out the stars. Fires flared briefly and were stamped out. At midnight the twins were hoisted onto horseback, wide-awake captives in nightclothes and blankets, held close to Maglor’s chest as they outran Morgoth’s searching hands.
Bedtime after bedtime Elros threatened to run away. There was nowhere to run.
At their first camp they left behind a crab-apple tree. A small, twisted thing, branches reaching out for lost friends, unhappy roots pushing out of mossy earth; the fruits would be small and sour, Maglor said, good only for preserves. Elros cared not. He climbed it every day, barefoot-balancing on wobbly branches, bark rough under tender toes. Keen-eyed guards forbade him climbing taller trees, but the crab-apple was his: he hauled his small body skyward, perched in the crown of branches like a throne. Scraps of sunlight coaxed tightcurled leafbuds from bare twigs. Elrond counted the days, waiting for blossom.
The tree burned, the night they left. Orcs found the tents uprooted, the Elves escaped, and set their torches to the trees. Through left-behind shadows Elros saw the blaze. He howled and kicked and pummelled Maglor’s breastplate, yelling stop! Stop, we have to save it!, while horses galloped and arrows flew and new leaves shrivelled and charred. Maglor rode one-handed, gripping Elros tight, soothing words useless to the boy whose home he burned.
“This land is dying,” he said, in the grey morning of a camp with no apple trees. “Nowhere is safe long. You must be each other’s home.”
Still Elros loved – skittering lizards, hollow-tree hideaways, secret waterfalls – and wept over every Left Behind. Clinging to Elrond could not steady him, not when the slow death of Beleriand crawled behind them inch by inch. In Elros’ nightmares the animals fled, the trees wrenched free their roots, and floodwater shattered the earth underfoot.
“Are we to die running?” he whispered, shivering under Elrond’s blanket. Elbows and knees knocked together, growing too fast to fit. Training swords waited, unready, beside the bed. Anything could happen in darkness.
Elrond grasped his hand. “Perhaps our task is only to save what we can.”
They kept whatever fit their pockets. Apple pips, a furious kitten, a three-legged lizard. The lizard scuttled quietly into death; the kitten grew into a snarling wildcat, beheading Morgoth's bats, buried in a warrior's grave; the pips hid in Elros' pocket, waiting for earth they could grow in.
He planted them in Numenor, in a blanket of soft new earth, overlooked by the shining stones of a home he never need lose. Sturdy garden walls sheltered his fragile saplings. Elros watched their leaves unfurl and their first blossoms swell into tart red apples.
Only one week left until LOTRWEEK 2025 begins! (22nd-28th September) See the prompts and updated FAQs below the cut for more info, and have fun!
PROMPTS
Day 1 (22nd Sep): brown | hobbit day | there and back again
Day 2 (23rd Sep): silver | the people | have you ever been called home?
Day 3 (24th Sep): blue | the water | thy heart shall rest no more
Day 4 (25th Sep): green | the land | dreams and legends spring to life out of the grass
Day 5 (26th Sep): gold | the woods | it grows perhaps the greater
Day 6 (27th Sep): red | the home | but I can carry you
Day 7 (28th Sep): black/white | the night/day | above all shadows rides the sun
FAQs
What is LOTRWEEK?
LOTRWEEK is a week-long event to celebrate The Lord of the Rings here on Tumblr. This year, it’s taking place on 22nd-28th September 2025.
How do I take part?
Each day of the week has three prompts. Create an original work (e.g. gifset, fanart, fanfic) inspired by a prompt or prompts, then post it to Tumblr! The prompts for each day are related, but you do not need to make something that responds to all three prompts – how you respond to a prompt or prompts is comletely up to you. The prompts are deliberately vague and open so that they can work for gifs, art, fics, etc.
Will you reblog my works?
Yes! Tag your works with #lotrweek in the tags section of your post (I won't be checking mentions) so that they can be reblogged here, and follow @lotrweek for updates on the event and to see everyone else’s works. If there’s anything nsfw or that may need a warning, make sure to do this responsibly and put said parts under a read-more.
How much can I participate?
As much or as little as you’d like! You can take part just once or every day (or even multiple times a day if you’re feeling particularly hasty). It’s up to you – just make sure you’re enjoying it!
Can I create any type of work?
Yes! Gifs, graphics, fanart, fanfic, video edits, meta – all are welcome, as long as it’s your own original work and you’ve put some love and effort into it.
Does my work have to be based on the LOTR films?
Any works based on LOTR (book or film) are welcome.
Can I include other Tolkien books/adaptations?
You can, but LOTR should be the focus. So, for example, a gifset of just The Hobbit films wouldn’t work, but a gifset including shots from both The Hobbit and LOTR (e.g. to draw parallels between characters/events) would work great!
Is there a collection on AO3?
Yes, here. Make sure to share a link to your fic as a post here on Tumblr too, though.
This new blog is dedicated to hosting a fandom event, Tolkien food week, where we share recipes we love and link them to Tolkien's works in one way or another. Recipes, fanfics, fanart or other.
Date of the event week: 3 to 9th november 2025, when all is cold and we all need soups and comfort foods and comfort characters.
My main is @assortedvariety btw
to participate, post a recipe and tell us which character would like it best and why, or what place of Middle-Earth it would come from, tag me @tolkien-food-week and tag it with #tolkien food week.
Or post a fanfic about food, or fanart, or whatever you like, and i'll reblog it here. Please follow this blog to be kept in the loop.
Rules are simple : no hate, no ship wars, no AI.
I'm tagging all the people who liked or rebbloged the first post proposing this once, and then I won't bother you anymore. Be sure to follow! I won't post much until November.
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