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[ UNDER HEAVY CONSTRUCTION ] independent Tolkien multimuse: Aragorn, Celebrian, Glorfindel, Thandir | Written by Tara

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note: all muses have moved to a new blog, @nerevoite

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all muses from here have over to a new account @nerevoite

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slowly moving this blog to its own account so I’ll be following people from there :)

[gilithrin]

“…and she was called Undómiel, for she was the Evenstar of her people.”

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LINDIR

THE MINSTREL found himself leaning against the trunk of a tree – hands pressed against his wounds, fat tears dribbling down his face. He was normally not one to cry, but to be suddenly accosted by orcs should be ample reason for his tears. Lindir squeezed his eyes closed, breathing harshly through the pain – he knew he should’ve trained more for scenarios like these, but he had underestimated the orcs && he was paying for it now.

        The PASSAGE back to Rivendell through the mountains was bound to be ROUGH, but Glorfindel had not expected an ambush of this SIZE. A group of perhaps ten Orcs would not have been an issue if the group they traveled in was larger, but they were only two. If he had not had his bow so close to him to dispatch arrows QUICKLY into the skull of each of the foul creatures, they would surely both be DEAD.

       Unsheathing his SWORD to put an end to the last of the beasts, Glorfindel ran the blade through its chest in one SMOOTH movement. He remained mostly unscathed, other than a shallow cut on his right CHEEK. With the way that his heart was racing from such an encounter, he could hardly FEEL it. He turned SWIFTLY, looking around for Lindir in the small clearing. The Minstrel’s distinct BROWN head was visible near the treeline, and it did not take long for Glorfindel to rush towards him, making light work of hopping over the BODIES beneath his feet. His arrows could be retrieved later, should he find any of them to be salvageable.

       There was BLOOD, an unfamiliar sight on the docile Elf, and Glorfindel knelt beside his friend as SOON as he reached him, delicately placing a HAND on his upper back. All of the tension left the Golden Lord’s shoulders, and the IRE left his mind, replaced only with concern and GUILT. He could not bear the thought that he had FAILED to protect another friend. “Are you hurt, mellon-nin?” he whispered, almost cautiously, for he FEARED the answer. “Did they hurt you?”

[coconutmilkyway]

figuring out where to go next is DIFFICULT when you’re split three ways.

i cant stop doodling the three hunters aka Aragorn and his annoying pet gremlins 

[daenerys-stormborn]

I am the blood of the dragon.

[redoutlxw-deactivated20170114]

atomkind:

‘do u have kinks’ yeah like five in my neck

[chiffonandribbons]

Zuhair Murad Couture S/S 2014

[adventures-of-thy-pagan-sou-blog]

[thrcnduils]

They never listen … (+ bonus)

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@bowxflorien

[contentious-shrew]

Doodle that got a bit out of hand and suddenly became my first foray into Tolkien fan art?  Idril being perved at by her cousin in Gondolin.

[cuilpantielthesleepyscribe]

@elrondxfimladris @lindeaewen I know it’s supposed to be Idril but it kinda looks like a modern-ish Celebrian too?

[kidrauhlswonderland]

[vomitingvioletroses]

[andantegrazioso-deactivated2018]

In my seashell | Paolo Sebastian

[pas-de-duhhh]

Daniel Durrett dancer with Houston Ballet

[brolinjosh]

make me choose: anonymous asked aragorn or newt

Hold your ground, hold your ground! Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you *stand, Men of the West!*