Finch in Moria

Hi, I'm Finch. Gender fluid. Disabled. Queer. Internet Old (38). This blog is for my LOTR fixation. Main: @Finchxs-reverie

[from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras]

It’s never a bad day for my Rohirrim Pride shirt, but an 80 degree day in early June seems like an especially good time. I just walked a mile and a half home from the train station in stuffy work clothes, and now I shall cool down with shorts and my beloved queer Rohirrim (Queerhirrim?).

[finchinmoria]

I have the tote bag! 🐎🏳️‍🌈💘

[azuree1733]

If the Silmarillion was written a few thousand years earlier we probably would’ve developed a religion around it. Instead we get gay fanart, and I think that’s beautiful.

[beef-jaquet]

queer elves

no feathers bc i lost my reference sheets.

this is based on a picture that i cant show bc it has minors in it, the quality is fucked because things happened. i'm dearly sorry and i will try my best to fix it.

anyway (from left to right):

lindir (genderfluid/achillean) -in my head elf gender is super shifty and there aren't really gender roles, it's all purely personal preference. poor thing has to sit next to thrandy... i ship him and elrond an unhealthy amount, you will be getting more art rest assured.

thranduil (pan) - probably dgaf about the gender of his partner. if they're hot, they're hot. def loved his wife (rip) but i also ship him with bard. lcae can get fucked ig. his color is purple bc let's be real guys, green/silver were just not it. his feathery form is red/black, though, which i think looks way better.

elrond (trans/bi) - i know you can't tell but he's lighting a cigarette, imh most elves are casual smokers because they can't really get sick. elrond can, though, but nobody told him about cancer.

glorfindel (aroace) - i always have to give him the fluffiest, prettiest hair that i can i love him sm. tbh he seems like the tupe to jokingly flirt with people and when they think he's serious he's like "ew. no." also, i need more ace characters that aren't total introverts! also, hard to tell cuz we don't believe in quality in my house, he has a lot of birthmarks, like me :) because 1) i like projecting and 2) birthmarks are cool

erestor (non-binary) - not much to say about them yet, but my impression is good. i want to learn more about them. however, they have their design really solidified (ignore the john deere vibes guys) so i put them in here :)

[finchinmoria]

Genderfluid Lindir my beloved 😍

[finchinmoria]

LOTR characters at Pride 🏳‍🌈

(A little silly and out of character but aren't we all.)

(Also, I headcannon them all queer but left out my specifics so they could be read how anyone wants them to be.)

Speak friend and enter the pride fest:

Frodo, Sam, Rosie and Rosie's girlfriend/theyfriend (Who? You? Me? Reader's choice!) are a powerhouse polycule with a YouTube channel. Even though Frodo made a list of events they were going to hit, they keep getting sidetracked by fans who want to talk and take selfies. So they mostly just wander and enjoy the day. Sam does have a backpack full of necessities to keep everyone comfortable and makes sure everyone, even complete strangers, are wearing enough sunscreen.

Arwen and Aragorn may not be 👑royalty👑 in this timeline, but are still pretty high profile so they keep it pretty open and casual. They set up all day in a shady spot at the public square on a bench with blankets laid out on the grass so they can talk with anyone who passes by. It's the pit stop for their friends to come cool off or relax when they need a break. Arwen brings a bag full of hair supplies and makeup so people can come in for touch ups throughout the day. She can do anyone's pride flag eyeshadow look flawlessly in under two minutes. (So could Aragorn, probably.)

Pippin's main goal is to eat something from every single food truck, deli, and coffee shop in the area. He says it's so he can post actual helpful reviews but he ends up only posting one Instagram reel where he speaks incoherently with a mouthful of vegan chili fries and that's it. Takes a bunch of pictures of different food items with different pride flags but forgets about them and doesn't post them until September.

Merry will buy from every single vendor at every event. You have flags? T-shirts? Jewelry? Art? He's going to buy one of each from every artist and organization. (He then donates most of the things he buys to the local lgbtq community center.)

Boromir doesn't want to wander around too much by himself because it's his first pride, but sticking with Merry and Pippin means he becomes responsible for carrying all their stuff. Within an hour he's absolutely covered in merch with three tote bags on each arm. He knows his flag is one of the 27 he now has hanging on or tucked in every available space on his body but if you asked him which one it was he would have to ask Merry. Pippin does keep him hydrated at least, a new flavor of iced lemonade always appears in his hand whenever the last one runs out.

Éowyn and Faramir run the table for the local non-profit advocacy group that educates citizens on important legislation that impacts the queer community. They can explain the details of different bills and current issues being tracked in the legal system, organize volunteer groups for different causes, and hook people in need up with outreach and activist organizations.

Gimli and Legolas disappear on June 1st and don't emerge again until the month is over. People will catch glimpses of them pretty much everywhere, and when they do there is always either a lot of glitter or alcohol involved (and let's be honest, most of the time both). No one can figure out how they managed to be on multiple floats in the same parade but after a while no one questions it. 

Haldir saw once a long time ago that some orientations weren't represented very well and has been on a mission to rectify that ever since. Even though things have gotten better, he now always has a table where he gives away stuff for the underrepresented identities. He's got all the genderqueer flags, tons of neopronoun pins, and whole decks of cards with just aces in them. If you're demi or flux or anything else not widely represented, Haldir's got you.

Gandalf loves the drag shows but since they are all either outside or in very crowded loud clubs, he usually hits one then spends the rest of his time in a very air conditioned, quieter, industrial style bar with elder queers and some bears.

Bilbo coordinates all the literary events like the queer banned books mobile, drag story times, poetry readings, and elder queer panels. Definitely tells his own activist stories from back in the day to anyone who will listen (and many do!)

Elrond goes just to check things out for an hour or two, but ends up having the time of his life and signing up to drive the queer banned books mobile for the rest of the summer. 

Happy pride, everyone! 🌈

[finchinmoria]

My annual reblog for pride month

[glorf1ndel]

Happy pride month, y’all! 🏳️‍🌈 Boromir says “for Gondor and the gays!” 🌈

[endortbc]

This is based on the idea that for both Dwarves and Elves, braiding has a special meaning, and it is something shared between those who love and trust each other.

I imagine they got married soon after the war. Later, Legolas moved to Ithilien and Gimli to Aglarond, but they found ways to get together. This is when they got a chance to reunite and braided each other’s hair.

Kindred.

[finchinmoria]

Lindir/Elrond fic "Not Like Me"

I'm really excited to have written a fic in the first time for a while! My victims this time are Lindir and Elrond. I adore this pairing.

Title: Not Like Me

Pairing: Lindir/Elrond

Rating: Teen

Summary:

Lindir finds out what happens when you repress your anger and anxiety for a few centuries. Fortunately, Elrond is there to love him anyways.

Hurt/Comfort (emotional), meltdown, crying, first kiss, repressed anger, new relationship, nothing graphic or violent

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Lindir didn’t like himself when he was angry. Fortunately, he never actually got angry because he also did not like himself when he was disagreeable, or irritated, or anxious, which were all stepping stones on the path to angry that he never allowed himself to take.

This had been the case for as long as he could remember. From a very early age, he was a patiently good listener, exceptionally organized, and excruciatingly cognizant of details. Thus many around him, family or otherwise, leaned on him and, truly, he took pride at being an Elfling with just as many responsibilities and roles of the adults around him. He enjoyed supporting others, and he was quite talented at it.

However, the double edge sword of the situation seemed only to cut Lindir. There was no room for him to talk about things that were bothering him, or let even the slightest detail go lest it would mess something up. This was a lot of pressure and he was not (much to his dissatisfaction) perfect. He let his less than cheery emotions show once in a while, and they were never well received.

The truth was, Lindir never actually knew how bad he was when he got upset, just that no one around him had much of a tolerance for him when he wasn’t agreeable. He didn’t remember who said it to him, but he remembers one incident in which the person who he had become short with narrowed their eyes and delivered one sentence that felt like a dagger into his heart:

“This isn’t like you.”

Lindir never knew why those four simple words filled him with so much shame, but he did know he never wanted to feel like that ever again. His guard went up, and he tamped his frustrations down where no one else could see them. Where they belonged.

Fortunately, Lindir found an outlet in music, particularly in stringed instruments. He loved to sing, and he seemed to be able to release a lot of pent up energy when he sang ballads about love and war and sometimes just the frivolous stuff in between. And even when he couldn’t sing, he could still get away somewhere to play a harp quietly by himself. The gentle reverberations of plucked strings would center the heaviness in his chest and help him carry it on a little bit further.

It wasn’t until he was well into adulthood that he found one person he could let his guard down around, just a little bit. Maybe it was the fact that he was half-elven, but Elrond was never bothered by Lindir’s fluctuations in mood.

Of course, by that point Lindir’s fluctuations in mood were barely perceptible and it was Elrond who noticed they were even happening in the first place. They grew closer over the years, Lindir being one of the few people Elrond could trust with helping him navigate the terrain of diplomacy through wartime and peacetime. Of healing those hurt so badly that Elrond was the only being in Middle Earth who could help them. Of dealing with the sorrow and pain that came when Elrond couldn’t heal them.

By now, they had been through so much together, entire lifetimes, the fact Lindir felt a bit anxious sometimes was comfortable enough to reveal within their relationship. He even let Elrond see a few dark glances or irritated expressions throughout particularly bad days.

That was all Lindir ever intended to let Elrond see.

So how Lindir ended up standing in front of Elrond screaming at the top of his lungs in unmitigated rage was a complete surprise.

Elrond had always encouraged Lindir to be more open and usually Lindir just ignored any such suggestions, and Lindir genuinely didn’t know what was different this time.

It had been something very stupid, Lindir was sure, some small irritation that came out a bit more assertively than he would have liked and Elrond had the audacity to listen to him and actually ask what was bothering him. Of course it was nothing, yet Elrond’s gentle questions felt like prodding, and the pressure was building and Elrond made some absurd proposal that there was perhaps something under all this that Lindir needed to let out, and Lindir let Elrond know that, no, he didn’t need to let it out, thank you, he didn’t want to let it out, it was never getting out, and then there was a flash of lighting behind Lindir’s heart and then it was all just pouring out, with nothing to stop it and much to Lindir’s dismay and confusion, Elrond wasn’t trying to stop it.

After an initial round of shouting incoherence mingled with a few coherent profanities, Lindir started on a second round which then prompted Elrond to step in and close the space between them. At first Lindir though Elrond was pulling him close to try to muffle the abhorrent sounds Lindir was making but even with Lindir’s face buried in Elrond’s chest, his silky smooth robes were next to useless in volume control.

Elrond’s chambers were slightly more isolated than some others, but certainly someone in Rivendell would hear him at this rate, and Lindir wanted more than anything for Elrond to just tell him to shut up and get it together already before you embarrass us any more than you already have. Instead, Elrond’s arms simply wrapped around Lindir’s shoulders, steady and warm.

Lindir then registered that Elrond wasn’t trying to stifle him, Elrond was trying to soothe him.

It wasn’t really working. Lindir knew he wouldn’t be able to sing for at lest three days if not a whole week with how he was treating his voice right now. Lindir’s whole chest and throat burned with centuries old anger.

Eventually Lindir needed to breathe and the silence that filled the void was more deafening than his screaming had been. He somehow found control over his vocal chords again and let his gasps pass silently out of his body without screaming again. Progress.

But now Lindir just wanted to sink to the floor and just lay there in a puddle of shame and dust, but Elrond wouldn’t let him go. His arms held Lindir firmly, not in reprimand, but in something else. Safety? Belonging?

Home.

Oh.

Now Lindir wasn’t screaming anymore, but he was sobbing, and he didn’t know if that was better or worse, but it was happening, and Elrond still wasn’t leaving.

Everything had happened so fast, and in his reeling mind Lindir decided to use the words that could most hurt him before Elrond could.

“I’m sorry,” he managed to choke out, then said between heaves, “This. Isn’t. Like. Me.”

“Ah. Is it not like you, or is it just a part of you no one likes?”

Well. That didn’t help. Another wave of grief and shame and anger and every other bad emotion one could experience at the same time dumped over him and Lindir just surrendered to it, letting Elrond hold him up.

“You don’t have to hide parts of yourself from me,” Elrond spoke softly into Lindir’s ear. “I love all of you.”

Though Lindir knew Elrond wasn’t using any words of magic healing like he did on wounds of flesh or sorrows, the words soothed the thunderstorm in his chest as though they were magic. For the first time Lindir felt the heaviness in his chest rise out of his body instead of sinking further into his bones. The tears were still falling but he wasn’t sobbing anymore, and the fists he had been clutching to Elrond’s robes loosened.

They had already told each other they loved each other a few times now, though it was still new. It wasn’t just the newness though, Lindir realized, perhaps he didn’t think Elrond really would love him until this side of him was out in the open. Lindir had been so afraid of letting this part of him out and yet, here they were. Lindir felt a part of his soul that had gone untouched for so long reaching out and being met with nothing but soft acceptance.

Sensing the emotional release that had been achieved, Elrond gently guided Lindir to the edge of the bed and held him as they sat there and Lindir cried some more before settling into a tremble. Elrond gently rocked him until that too subsided and Lindir was finally able to sit up straight and show his face again.

It wasn’t pretty. Lindir could feel how swollen his face was, sticky from tears and snot and drool and more tears. He could only squint through his puffy eyes.

“Here, let me help you,” Elrond said, taking a moment to squeeze Lindir’s shoulders to indicate he should stay put. Elrond padded across the room and returned a moment later with a cloth soaked in warm water which he used to gently wipe off Lindir’s face and press away the inflammation under his eyes.

“There,” Elrond whispered when he was done, setting the cloth aside and turning his full attention back to his vulnerable little song bird.

Elrond tipped Lindir’s chin up gently. It was an invitation, and Elrond leaned in closer to make it clear but still give Lindir enough room to choose. Lindir accepted, surging forward and pressing their lips together, messy, but tender, raw but comforting.

Lindir had imagined ten million other ways their first kiss could have been: at sunsets, at sun rises, at the first snowfall in winter, at the first rose bloom in spring, stolen in a dark corner of the library.

But no, it was on a random Tuesday night, tear stained in the echoes of the curse words that Lindir had flung into the high ceilings of Elrond’s chamber, and it was real and it was better than anything Lindir could have imagined or read about in a book or sang about in the most poetic of ballads.

Still, Lindir couldn’t help throwing in a self-deprecating comment.

“After all that, I can’t believe you still wanted to kiss me,” Lindir managed to croak out with the last shred of voice he had left.

“Mm,” Elrond said, nuzzling his face into the soft hair at Lindir’s temple. “After all that I want to do much more than just kiss you.”

Lindir felt his whole body blush at that statement. The thought had never occurred to him that perhaps his more turbulent side could be put to good use, in the right time, in the right place, in the right arms.

He found he quite liked that idea.

[gay-pippin]

the saga: x | x | x

[gay-pippin]

Happy Birthday, Hobbit Love!

[influencerpippin]

[glorf1ndel]

Okay, Tolkien fandom. It’s time. Fellowship assemble. March 25th is the day Frodo and Sam (and Gollum) destroyed the One Ring! Sorry, Sauron, but it just wasn’t working out. Happy Destruction of the Ring Day! 💍 🔥 🦅 ✌️ It’s also Tolkien Reading Day, so be sure to leaf through your favorite Tolkien book today. 📚

[glorf1ndel]

It’s the day!!! 😃

[eowins]

An Alliance once existed between Elves and Men. Long ago we fought and died together. We come to honor that allegiance.

[oneswordstyle]

Hormone imbalances that make me hate everything n myself are temporary gimleaf is forever

[officer-lahit]

the book core:

[catz4ever]

WHAT?!?!

I did not think we would get any Adar content in 2026 but here we are .... 😭

HE. IS. SO. BEAUTIFUL. 😭

[metamagic-adept]

the unbreakable bond between a trans person and the lotr character who gives them the most gender envy

[tolkien-queer]

made Another one

[deheerkonijn]

Twitterpated 🌿🌸🦌

[goodoldmoon]

middle earth meme: [3/5] elves “he was as noble and as fair in face as an elf lord, as strong as a warrior, as wise as a wizard, as venerable as a king of dwarves and as kind as summer.”