#(tolkien verse)

[chainsxwsmile]

Finally after weeks of slow progress, this 3-second clip is finished 😆 such is animation

Animated on 1s and 2s at 24fps

Audio is ‘Inside Outside’ from Paris: The Rock Odyssey

Program: roughanimator app

Ft. Bruce and Marlin in their tolkien verse / AU forms (as an Olog and hobbjt, respectively)

[alatarielqueen]

[numenoria]

Kili: You forget we have a wizard in our company! Gandalf must've killed thousands of dragons in his lifetime!! Right Gandalf?

Gandalf: Well not thousands..

Dori: How many have you killed? Give us a number.

Gandalf:

[eunoiaastralwings]

characters celegorm x reader, celegorm, y/n and their daughter

fandom tolkien- the silmarillion

a/n @doodle-pops and i were talking about this and i really eanted to make it into a fic. here you are hun i hope you like it

notes (y/d/n) - your daughter's name.

You rolled your eyes at your silly pouting husband — it seems he lost yet another time in his attempt to pull your beloved daughter outside for a hunt.

But it filled you with immense warmth and pride when Celegorm never pushed past your quiet daughter's boundaries — he finally learnt.

It took many times to teach him about it and many more times to quote:

"Celegorm! Vero, just because our daughter inherited your hair and other features does not mean she is exactly like you!" (Husband).

It took many attempts — but he finally learnt to accept that your daughter was more like you — shy, quiet and insecure — rather to put yourself in creative and safe works of arts, such as writing, drawing or reading.

Many — including yourselves — found it surprising how the two of you two fell in love.

It seems the phrase of opposites attract really explained your relationship with Celegorm. As he was the wild hunting prince — with an aloof and chaotic nature, you were the quiet working maiden preferring the busy urban city's libraries and researching, than anything the forest had to offer.

In fact — the your first (and all) hunting trip and camping with Celegorm was filled with your screams every 3 seconds — not used the wild bugs and spider crawling the grounds.

More than thrice — you scared away all of Celegorm's hunts.

Now — seeing your beloved daughter was becoming another you, it disappointed the poor hunter.

To others — it was surprising to see Celegorm act so quietly and calmly beside his daughter — even sitting down next to her — interested in whatever she could be reading — and it could be the stupidest story in his opinion but in honesty he loved watching his daughter be in her own element.

"My love. . ."

You cooed — then wrapped your arms from his shoulders from behind. He stayed seated on his chair, but his hands came up to hold your hands — and drew soft circles on them.

Both of you were watching your daughter draw something on the piece of paper she had secretly gotten from her father's study.

Celegorm knew very well of the little thief that kept stealing of his blank papers and scrolls on his desk — sometimes little sparkles and little pieces of tinsel she accidentally dropped and left behind as evidence— whatever that was his mother had gifted her with.

Oh — but didn't he not have a fun time explaining to his brothers and father where they came from.

"She awfully quiet today. . ."

His narrowed — though not sharply but in concentration — at his daughter, who perched herself on the windowsill to draw.

"It's just one of those days — where she wants peace and quiet — you know I want those days too — but you rarely ever give them to me."

He turned his head slightly and smirked — you giggled like a little maiden finding love was for the first time again — at that his smirk only grew and he reached across to leave a promising kiss on your lips — controlling himself, not to left it slide past that.

But the sound of light talk perked up the both of you.

You turned back to see your daughter quietly chatting away with a blue bird — before she started petting him.

You almost let out a startled yelp when your husband suddenly stood from the chair — then stalking closer to the bird she was petting — before it flew away at the sound of Celegorm approaching.

Your daughter gleefully watched it fly.

For some time — you darted your eyes back and forth from your husband to your daughter.

"Tyelko-"

Before you got to ask anything — your husband was already the door — muttering something about coming right back.

You rolled your eyes again— and made your way to your daughter.

"Amal!" (Mother).

She smiled and happily wrapped her arms around you— eager to be picked up by you.

"My little dove. . ."

As you and Celegorm always fondly called her.

"Look— I drew the blue birdie!"

She said — very happily as she showed you the drawing.

"Oh — it's beautiful, (y/d/n). I love it."

You said — a little surprised in seeing it was a rare bird that barely ever associated themselves with any other spices — and your daughter was just petting one — maybe that explained your husband's abrupt leave.

"You must be hungry after all this hard work."

"Yes."

She answered — smiling up at you with her big pale eyes — the split image of her your father's.

By the time dinner was ready — you were just about to help the servants place the plates on the dinner table — when you heard a low whine followed by a howling sound.

Your servants and you exchanged odd looks — you set down the plate back on the kitchen counter and almost ran to the dinner room.

"Oh my, valar!"

Your eyes widened when you saw a huge wolf pup on your dinner table — his tail wagging very happily and your daughter petted and hugged him — her laughter soon echoing through the room as it started licking her face.

Celegorm was on the other end of the room — his arms crossed leaning against the wall beside the 9door — looking all too smug.

"Celegorm Tyelkormo Turkafinwë! Get that thing off our dinner table!"

You shouted at your husband.

"But Amal— he's my pet!"

Your daughter giggled.

"Oh, my love — a wolf isn't something to keep as a pet."

"Why not?"

Celegorm made his way over to you.

"Her father has a magic, gigantic hound— only fair his daughter gets to have something of a sort."

"But a wolf! Celegorm!"

You rubbed your forehead — feeling annoyed at your husband.

"You said she was exactly like you dearest — but she adores these creatures as much as I do."

"Then why didn't you marry of those creatures!"

You retorted back — your husband frowned down at you before he chuckled and leaned close to your ears.

"Because, one — that's a little outside of nature law — and because a sweet innocent maiden had caught my eyes and only she is capable of handling the beast that I am."

His whispered — his lips brushing against yours ears and hands possessively wrapping around yoour waist — sending shivers down your spine.

"Am taking her out hunting tomorrow."

He said — smirking again seeing how he turned you into a flustered mess.

"She won't come with you — (y/d/n) doesn't like it, Tyelko!"

"She will now."

The day Celegorm's hunt go unplanned would be the day he cursed his life as a hunter — and that's exactly what was happening.

From the minute, himself and his daughter entered the forest hand in hand — with Huan and the little wolf pup — something was . . . different.

It caused him to be on high alert — he had checked these parts before — making sure it was safe while he was with his daughter.

But something about the forest made him feel uneasy — he wondered if he should turn back — but sensing no actual danger. . . just that odd difference he decided to stay.

He had been teaching her how to set camp — and careful not to wander off too far — even if Huan was keeping a watch over her.

But by the time he returned to the camp with the firewood — he was beyond surprised and amazed to see the camp surrounded by little critters and his daughter in the center of it all.

For a second — he really thought his eyes would fall off from their sockets.

He spent amount the next hour or two trying to shoo away the rabbits, birds, owls and squirrels that nestled and gathered around.

Celegorm noticed how some would wander and follow the steps of his daughter — but he paid no heed and finally sat on a log to sharpen his arrow.

At least she wasn't screaming like her mother every 3 seconds when something crept up.

When his daughter quietly walked up to him — he discarded his work for a moment to give her his full attention.

She smiled at him — he recognized the smile — her mother smiled like that whenever she was hiding something. . . or trying at least.

"Atar!"

She spoke — despite gaining his attention already.

"Yes, little dove?"

"You wanted this deer, right? — Here you go!"

His eyes widened as his daughter stepped aside and revealed the deer walking up to them.

In all his years as a hunter — he never seen his prey so willingly draw near him and drop their head in submission and sacrifice.

Celegorm had to be dreaming. . . right?

When you saw your husband and daughter return rather quickly — you knew it couldn't be good.

"I told you – but you still dragged her out."

You crossed your arms at your husband.

"Oh no — we did hunt and we got a deer."

He said — and gestured to the deer strapped to Huan.

"Oh— that was fast. . ."

"Unusually fast. . ."

Your husband replied.

He was right — hunts and camping at least took him 3 days — the fact they returned by the evening of their departure was a surprising sight to behold.

"So what happened-"

Before you had the chance to ask — the sounds of those little critters and the giggles of your daughter caught your ears.

She talked to them — her animals friends and you never seen her so happily engage in a conversation.

With each step she took towards her parents — they followed

"Vero. . . Are you. . . — seeing this?"

You asked not believing your eyes.

"Those little nightmares were following her around the moment we entered the forest."

Celegorm sighed.

"Well they are certainly not getting into our house!"

You crossed your arms at your little girl.

Even though she pouted so much like her father — she still, turned around and told her little friends.

The low whines and groans made your heart ache— but you stood your ground.

The next few days — they were a nightmare more than anything else. You would find owls perched up on your door — or birds singing happily in the early morning by your window.

Sometimes frogs on your sink and squirrels in your tub— you screamed startling your poor husband awake.

If you weren't already so dazed and ready to faint — you would have hard time believing birds were — indeed— braiding your daughter's silver hair.

But you watched — defeated and accepting your fate as your daughter giggled and spoke softly to them — while you sat on the other side of your table.

Unfortunately — due to the silence your husband was pouring out — you knew, this was your job.

"Little dove, what did we say about animals in the house?"

You gently asked your daughter.

"They missed me, amal."

"I know, (y/d/n)— but they have to stay outside — you can meet them while out on hunts with your father."

That — definitely perked up your husband's ears and he instantly joined.

"Yes— and we will have plenty of hunts, so you can meet them all the time!"

You pushed down the urge to roll your eyes— but you were happy when your daughter agreed.

Thankfully — your daughter's little friends seemed to understand and took their leave— however not before giving both you and your husband some glares.

Wheh Celegorm and his daughter returned for another hunt — her animals friends never forgot her.

In fact— one or two steps into the forest, birds flew out the trees and instantly placed flower crowns on their heads — even the mighty Huan had a beautiful flower crown.

"In all my years. . ."

Celegorm groaned inwardly — thankful none of brothers were here to see this.

Sometimes it annoyed the hunter — he hadn't even began to set up his camp or weapons and his daughter had already brought forth the best kill, again, willingly!

It took away the thrill of hunting for him — and so the days came without his daughter — her little animals friends followed him throughout the forest — demanding the whereabouts of (y/d/n).

Sometimes — he would setting up camping or making his weapons and they would gather around him—just staring at him as if he could magically make his daughter appear.

Some rabbits even tried getting into his gear — wondering if he was hiding or storing her away in his bag.

"Alright— alright! I'll bring her next time."

He said— in the tongue of the birds and they happily delivered the message to rest of animals.

Celegorm even picked up how they were calling her — the princess of the forest — and he chuckled with pride.

"The princess of the forest — she sure is."

tags: @mslizziesblog @sorisooyaa​ (I know you love Disney) @doodle-pops @aeonianarchives @antares0606 (I know you wanted this too— I hope you like it) @spidergirla5

[autumnmobile12]

If bending existed in the Tolkien world...    -Water for the Elves and their love of the sea.    -Earth for the Dwarves and their mountains and metalwork.    -Fire for the courage of Men.    -Air for the Hobbits and the peace and harmony they cherish. ...but Orcs are Elves corrupted by the darkness...so they are Bloodbenders.

[ramblingsofamoonwatcher]

Starter for @tiefliing

The sun rose, a radiant beam of colors over the frosted landscape. The morning was calm in the countryside, eagles soaring in search of prey, other than that, Adelaide did not notice much else.

The Gondorian woman placed her hand upon her head, it throbbed violently, blood upon her fingers from where she touched. Sitting up her entire body ached. She recalled being on her horse but not much more. Now her steed was nowhere in sight, the flowers in her wicker basket spilled around her.

[telperion-and-laurelin]

Welcome to the Compendium

Hi guys, it’s @themerriweathermage. I made yet another side blog, but this one is mostly about a book I purchased, called Flora of Middle Earth. It’s written by botanists!

As a writer myself, I’ve often come across the dilemma of whether or not to use real world plants in the Tolkien verse, because it seems that all we ever hear about is Athelas. But this book features over a hundred plants and also has information about what the most likely real life comparison is. I hope that you’ll find it as useful as I do.

I also may occasionally post pictures of the only plant I’ve managed not to kill, (it’s a pothos), and you can ask me questions about plants and horticulture and I can do my best to answer them.

[heedthemountain]

The Dragon and The Warrior

Closed starter for @arawynngoldwing​

Smoke rose in the distance as the old warrior neared the clearing of the northern forest. It had been days since he had left the Elves, now burdened with their light and filling food, hands still ringing from working in their forges. A new sword shimmered at his waist, the jeweled and leather hilt peeking out from beneath his cloak.

Ears perked for any sounds, Slade slowly worked his way into the clearing, stopping short at the sight before him.

Acrid smoke burned his nose, leagues of broken bodies and spears littered the valley before him. Orcs of every shape lay mutilated, the smell of death permeating the air. The battle was only hours old, bodies still twitched, groans echoed across the broken field. Skilled eyes flitted over each patch of them, looking for any signs of life.

Once satisfied, he sat, waiting for any reinforcement, determined to destroy the filth with his new gleaming Elven sword.