so comes snow after fire—

& even dragons have their endings just a tolkien sideblog where i stan (1) majestic lawn gnome i follow from ✰ here✰

[ooakenshield]

hear ye, hear ye @ tolkien blogs

just started this wacky thing and am in desperate need for Tolkien-centered (or related) blogs to follow so if u would be so super kind as to rb this if you post...

The Hobbit (movies and book(s) bcos i'm a nerd 🤷‍♀️)

Lord of the Rings (same as above)

the Silmarillion, Children of Húrin, Unfinished Tales, etc.

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Please may I request, Barduil treat, for the Trick or Treat writing prompt?

Yes!!! Absolutely my friend, you can!! Goodness, I've not written Barduil is almost a YEAR, and let's just say, I wrote three different things for this, didn't like them, but have settled on some good ol' modern au!! I went a little above that 500 word mark, but I couldn’t stop myself. I hope you enjoy it!!

Bard hadn’t realized just how much time had passed since he’d gotten saddled up at the bar after his shift. Working the docks made for a tiresome work schedule, and with his kids nicely nestled in the homes of others for various sleepovers, it meant time wasn’t of great importance. It was one of those rare weekends where he was without his children, much as he loved them, but being a single father of three was tiresome. Just as it made him feel secluded from the outside world.

A careless evening of sitting at the bar, sipping away some drinks and munching on food he normally would have taken home, but something kept him rooted to his seat. Or rather, someone, but that didn’t matter. He had nothing but time.

He’d seen the blond in here a time or two, typically with a glass of red wine in hand, and he oozed elegance. There was just something so proper and so pristine about the man who Bard didn’t even have a name for as he kept stealing glances from across the room. Was it the long blond hair that had him ensnared? Those captivating blue eyes? Or perhaps it was how the blond fellow practically glowed anytime he laughed.

It was always such a soft sound, drowned out by the sounds of a lively neighborhood bar, but Bard picked up on those sounds all the same. Once, he’d even made eye contact with the gentleman, and locking with those striking blue eyes had been a mistake. A flush of mild embarrassment rose high on the bargeman’s cheeks, turning back around to tend to his drink that he’d been nursing for the past twenty minutes, before it all led to empty disappointment. Save for a few ice cubes.

“Pathetic,” Bard huffed to himself, giving the ice in his glass a little swirl as he focused more on the cup than his surroundings, at least until the barstool next to his was scooted out, and a thin wine glass entered his peripheral vision. A wine glass filled nearly to the rim with red.

“I hope you don’t mind.” That calm and yet vaguely familiar voice broke through whatever concentration on anything else that Bard had, forcing the bargeman to look up from his empty glass towards the man he’d been ogling for some time now.

“Oh, no, please, go ahead.” It was the polite and friendly thing to do, though that focus on being friendly withered away in favor of confusion as another long stemmed glass appeared before him.

“Red or white?” The bartender asked expectantly.

“Excuse me?” Bard’s brows rose a bit as he shifted his hand to push the glass away. “I didn’t order this–”

“He did.” With a small nod signaling to the tall blond that had seated next to Bard, the bartender scooted the glass back. “So, what will it be, red or white?”

Bard bit the inside of his cheek for a moment as one brow arched, his eyes flickering between the glass and he who ordered it. “Red, then.” To better match his new company. As soon as his glass was filled and the two were left in silence, Bard finally found a few less fumbled words to leave his lips. “Thank you, that wasn’t necessary–”

“I know, I wanted to.” The blond took a sip from his glass, the crystal shadowing a bit of whatever small grin he was sporting. “Thranduil, and you’ve been watching me for a greater portion of our evening, Mister…?”

“Bowman,” Bard blurted quickly before clearing his throat. “Bard Bowman, and I wasn’t staring, there was a television right over your head, the game was getting good.”

“Mhm, who was playing?” Thranduil asked with an arched brow of suspicion. “Ah, no peeking.” Shifting a bit so that he could block Bard’s view, the dark haired man came up with no reasonable response, leaving Thranduil to chuckle lightly. “Don’t mistake my words, I’m flattered, not offended. If I was offended, I wouldn’t be sitting here buying you a drink of all things.” Mister Bowman was quite easy on the eyes as well if Thranduil did say so himself.

“That makes way more sense than being offended and trying to charm me with wine,” Bard sighed, rolling his eyes, but finding his faint laughter joined with that of Thranduil’s.

“Then it’s working.”

“What?”

“I’m charming you.”

Bard bit his lower lip for a moment. It was hard to argue that, especially considering the flush still on his cheeks and the butterflies roaring in his stomach that he hadn’t felt since his school years. “It’s nice to meet you, Thranduil,” Bard spoke while lifting his wine glass and holding it over towards the blond in a toast-like-manner. When Thranduil slowly complied with the gesture and their glasses clinked, Bard truly couldn’t have been more grateful for tonight’s fast-paced turn of events. “And yes, you’re charming me.” Easily.

And despite the fact that he wore confidence well, Thranduil himself had nerves fluttering about in his chest, and the fact that his bold behavior to do something about those longing stares from across the room bore fruit, made all those stomach knots worth it. “Well then, tell me about yourself, Bard Bowman. If you have the time, I’d love to hear everything.”

Luckily for both of them…

“I have nothing but time.”

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Thompson Lake, September 2021

[ooakenshield]

thoughts on the LoTR series from amazon???? 👈👈 👀 👀 👀

[dennybitte]

last touch of light

by Denny Bitte

[antoniettabrandeisova]

Flowers details from The Birth of Venus ca. 1485. Sandro Botticelli.

[herhmione]

there is NOTHING better than a true power couple… the only two people who can keep up with each other, constantly testing one another, intimidating together, intimidating apart, an unrelentless, unstoppable force, the only two characters able to truly mellow and understand each other, god damn

[sunlian-deactivated20180906]

sinnoh-af:

JUST BURY ME IN PAIRINGS WHERE ONE PERSON’S BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH HELL AND HARDSHIPS, BUT LOOKS AT THEIR LOVER LIKE THEY’RE THE SUN, HOLDS THEIR LOVER CLOSE LIKE THEY’RE THE WARMEST THING IN THE COLDEST SNOW STORM, AND KISSES THEIR LOVER PASSIONATELY LIKE THEY’RE THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN THE WORLD. 

[valtsv]

“accidental co-parents of the found family group to lovers” is an underrated trope that i really want to see more of

[valtsv]

bonus points if they’re both utter morons who are woefully underqualified for any leadership position but everyone else in the group is even more incompetent so they’re the voices of reason by default

[thequotejournals]

“Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.”

— Emery Allen

[o-fortunate-adulescens-deactiva]

“Εἰ δὲ καὶ νὺξ γένηται, δύο βλέπω μόνους ἀστέρας, τὸν ἕσπερον καὶ σέ.”

— And if night comes, I only see two stars: the evening star and you. (Philostratus, Letters, 1. 10)

[teenagerposts]

[beautanol]

I find the concept of growing in love so much prettier than love at first sight?? like one day you look at someone and you suddenly realize you see them in a different light than you did the night before. that’s falling.

[loupsgarou]

crownless kings and lionhearts // ch vii (10,009)

Feeling as if the collision had made her very bones quake, the elleth gave a slight yelp when a hand pulled her head down by the clasp of her cloak. She calmed when her blue met his as he had shielded both of their heads with an arm before they heard and felt the stone shards raining down.

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[loupsgarou]

Scowling when she beat him to the inspection, Thorin snatched the arrow from her hand and regarded its fine make before grumbling, “elves.” He looked at her as habits that were bone-deep resurfaced and he accused, “you knew they would come.”

[ghisborne]

url gifsets → shutupthorin