Niamh Cinn Óir

mary•●•she/her•●•aspiring writer

[valar-did-me-wrong]

Celeborn × Galadriel S3 reunion needs to go like this:

mustard field is a must btw 🏵️ idc if they have to add extra lore for its cultivation.. this needs to happen in style 🤌🏽

If they do this I'll personally make it go viral on Desi WhatsApp.. 1 billion views in no time, just give me something to work with Mcpayne!! 😂

Extra points if Jeff buys rights to the song too

Translation If they wanna go more crazy then:

[fantasyquests]

"Only in the blessed realm can that which is broken in you be healed" (Elrond to Galadriel, S1 E1). Have you considered that one day Elrond will say the same thing to Celebrian?

[sapphoismymuse]

i like to imagine arwen and eowyn finally meeting went smthn like this:

eowyn:

arwen:

eowyn, turning to aragorn: yeah, i would’ve turned me down with zero hesitation too

[a-bungle]

[rey-jake-therapist-deactivated2]

You know what else a time jump means?

We'll probably see Imladris/Rivendell all built and Elrond as Lord of Imladris...

[clusterbuck]

someone on twitter is trying to claim that use of an em-dash is an indication of AI-generated writing because it’s “relatively rare” for actual humans to use it. skill issue

[exhuastedpigeon]

I can admit this is a little out of hand, but I promise AI didn't write my 150k fic 😂

[fuctacles]

Reblog if you're a human that uses em-dashes

[valar-did-me-wrong]

FUCK THE RAGEBAIT LOOSERS WE ARE SO BACK!!!

ROP S3 ❤️‍🔥

[niamhcinnoir]

Weird random thought but what if Bryaxis was similar the Bone Carver in that she manifests herself as any person that represents a thing that someone is most afraid of, but with a shroud of terror and darkness surrounding her so that they didn't have to face them directly when they looked at her? But then Cassian saw what she actually looked like that one time Rhys dared him to fly down which was why he freaked out so bad. I imagine she manifested herself as his mother

[sihtryggr]

I was making something else and somehow landed on this lmao

[sonofarathorns]

faramir. you agree. reblog.

[emilybeemartin]

Hey you know how Pippin and Diamond had a son and they named him Faramir? And then they introduced him to his namesake and he immediately gained the biggest uncle ever? And how Faramir and Elboron would pal around together and became close lifelong friends? And how Faramir and Elboron both took after their fathers, in that Elboron became a gentle scholar who helped restore lasting peace between Gondor and Harad and Faramir became the fightingest Thain Tuckborough had produced in generations and carried his father's sword and was known for leading the defense of the Evendim Road in the goblin skirmishes following the restoration of Annúminas? Okay so only the first line is actually canon but the rest is also canon

[fantasyquests]

This is hilarous. Gil-galad edit narrated by Ben Walker (the excerpts are from his interview in Rings and Realms). source

[saubrimbor]

HAHAHAHA LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

The fact that he narrated this himself IM DYINGGGGGG

[sun-snatcher]

See i always thought TROP went the Elrond is sunshine and daisies route but then they surprised me with No This Is A Petty King and I went hell yeah!!

Like wdym he went and shouted at Galadriel and fucked off into a waterfall (should not have been surprised. It’s in his ancestry to do as such) and then quite literally tattled to Círdan like a child that Heyyyy your little shit of an adopted son— i mean High King— is making a terrible decision because they Refuse To Listen To Me.

And then the rest of the show is just his life Falling Apart™ and going I F*cking Told You So, and being genuinely petty about it to literally everyone (Read: Galadriel), and then going into war serving lethal face card and swordsmanship, and proceeding to go absolutely feral in defending literary scrolls that he’d literally offer His AND Gil-Galad his HIGH KING’s life in exchange for it.

Like yeah I fear this is indeed accurate to Elrond Peredhel descending into madness over everyone’s stupidity. Curly haired, young, feral ankle-biter Elrond Peredhel aka THE Half-Elf.

[fflewddur-feanorion-deactivated]

One-year (ish) redraw of this!

[thewritingrealm]

If you're reading this...

go write three sentences on your current writing project.

[rays-of-gold]

[konartiste]

Daily struggle

[konartiste]

Tolkientober 19: Avari

Barahir

(AO3 link to follow, unedited)

The door was open.

It was an old, familiar sight. A young man sitting behind a desk, surrounded by piles of books, scrolls and writing materials.

It had been Denethor once.

Then Faramir.

Followed by Elboron.

And now it was Barahir's turn to delve into the written history and legends of Middle-Earth.

Faramir knocked on the open door to announce his presence, and at once Barahir stood up to greet his grandfather.

"Lord Ada," he said, "come in, please sit!"

Faramir had a multitude of titles. He was the Steward to the King of Gondor. The Lord of Emyn Arnen was his birthright. Prince Ithilien he was too. Very fine titles they were, but sometimes they seemed paltry consolations compared to the identities he had before.

Son of Denethor II and Finduilas of Dol Amroth.

Younger brother to Boromir the Fair.

Briefly he even was Heir of the Steward of Gondor, though he had valued it bitterly.

The Spare.

Only old records, history books and emotional recollections gave importance to those parts of him.

Prouder he was of being the Husband of Éowyn, the Lady of the Shield-Arm, the White Lady of Rohan, Dernhelm the Brave. Of being father to his children. Grandfather to his grandchildren.

Momentarily, he was the fondest of the name given to him by Barahir, the second son of his firstborn Elboron.

Lord Ada he called him. As a child, Barahir had been confused by the many titles his grandfather held. In childlike simplicity, he had picked 'Lord' - for that was how most people addressed him - and also 'Ada' because that is what Elboron called him, and made a new title for the old Steward. Even now in his early twenties he used that name, for old habits died hard and the Steward always smiled whenever he heard him say it.

Now too he smiled as he sank down on the seat before the desk. With a light frown he observed the titles and materials spread on the desktop.

"My dear Barahir, you seem agitated. What are you reading?"

Barahir never needed to be reserved around his grandfather, and he immediately launched into his tirade. "I have been trying to find some sources on the Avari, but there is only this -"

He lifted up an open book.

"- And this much that tell me anything about them. I do not understand why they did not return to Valinor. Why did they prefer the night and the stars when they knew that Middle-Earth is a place where evil can subsist?"

The Steward listened on quietly as his grandson continued to lament the fact that there was so little information available about the Avari and their choice to remain in Middle-Earth. When the young man had said all he had to say, he threw himself back into his chair and sighed deeply.

"Why, indeed?" asked Faramir, his hands folded on his abdomen.

"That is what I am wondering about, Lord Ada."

"No," he smiled again as he privately enjoyed the glimpse of Éorlinga frustration he saw flash in the young man's eyes, "I mean to ask, why do you wish to know?"

Barahir stared at his grandfather in shock, unable to muster up a response.

"Do you not wonder about the reason why there is so little about the Avari and their decision to remain on Middle-Earth? They were all quite capable of sharing their thoughts in song and writing. Yet they did not. Or at least, not enough for their descendants to preserve that information."

Nodding slowly, Barahir looked down at his hands. "Perhaps they did not wish to share it with others."

"Yes. Maybe so."

Faramir stood up and walked over to his grandson, who also stood up, ever mindful of good manners.

"So if they did not care, they maybe thought that you should not care about it either."

"But they cannot decide for me!" Protested he, shaking his head.

"And yet they did. Now what does that teach you?"

Again, the young did not know what to say.

"Come let us go for a walk and think about it."

Together they left the study and began their daily stroll on the Pier. Eventually the young man had an answer, though he gave it wearily.

"It teaches me that it is now up to me to decide what is truly important. It is up to me to decide, which histories and legends are worth preserving."

"That is a wonderful answer, Barahir." The Steward was proud. "Now is there some tale you wish to preserve for the future of Gondor?"

Barahir looked at the White Tree, once a sapling, but now half a century old. Yet another source of history. Of legends. How could he contribute to its glory?

Just beyond the tree, two people stepped out of the White Tower, each with light in their eyes and on their brow. The people around them bowed in greeting.

Barahir's breath caught in his throat.

Faramir nodded approvingly of his choice.

(see tags for background info)