#alfirin

[ulmondil]

Nolofinwëans and the apology horse they said they didn’t want

I just wanted to doodle Idril and her horse I made up named Alfirin ♡

[fantasyquests]

Alfirin flowers, which will one day grow on Elendil's tomb, are mentioned in the very first episode.

[writingsheep]

I loved that „let us plant a seed before battle“ - it might be for nothing with this outcome, but it is a sign that the battle is for life and Not hate

[queenclaudiabrown]

A New Garden

Fandom: The Lord of The Rings: The Rings of Power

Pairing: Arondir x Bronwyn

Content warnings: brief mentions of the tavern scene from 1x07

Word count: 1,072

Author’s note: set after the first season, so contains some spoilers for it.  Can be considered AU because I’m writing this long before S2 comes out and I doubt we’ll actually get this scene ☹

     The people of Pelargir had opened the Southlanders and the Númenórean garrison with open arms.  A few members of the garrison had chosen to remain there, but the rest returned home after a fortnight.  Three Southlanders had taken their chances and gone with them, but the rest remained.

     The Pelargirians, for the most part, put up no fuss over Arondir and Bronwyn and Theo living together.  Both Southlanders and Númenóreans alike had spread truthful tales of all three’s heroism, even if Theo’s had been a brief few moments of brave fighting when the Númenórean army had arrived.  Soon enough, the Pelargirians had come to respect Arondir and Bronwyn, which had been unexpected and a little embarrassing, but a very helpful thing nonetheless.

     So now the family of three lived together in a small one-level home about the size of Bronwyn and Theo’s old home in Tirharad, chosen mostly for the large area of fertile ground that came with the house.  They had bartered- mostly their time and efforts- in exchange for seeds, which Bronwyn had quickly set about planting once Theo and Arondir had pulled all the stones from the earth.  It was early spring now, and soon enough, the ground would be sprouting herbs and fruits and vegetables, and it would almost be like it was in Tirharad.  He had been a grower once, back in Beleriand,

     But one thing was missing from their new garden- alfirin.

     There were three alfirin seeds left in the jar he still wore around his neck, the jar Bronwyn had given to him less than a day before everything started to go wrong.  Most of them had been burned to sear her flesh closed and save her life, which he would never regret, but even as he had poured them into his hand he had kept three inside- one for him, one for her, and one for Theo.

      Every day, he remembered his vow to Bronwyn, made the day of that great battle.  “The rest, we shall plant after the battle is over, in a new garden.  You and I, and Theo.  Together.”

     “Promise me.”  She had pleaded.

     He had taken her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky, and he had cared not that they stood exposed to the sight of many if any had come near enough.*  When they had parted, he still held her close, his eyes shut as he rested his forehead against hers.  “I promise.”  He had sworn, and every moment since he had clung to that vow.  It had helped keep him going and made every weary step he’d taken toward Pelargir had been another step closer to a home for them.

     Having chosen the proper place for the alfirin to grow, Arondir returned to their house, finding Theo sitting at their small table as he whittled a piece of branch.  “Where is your mother?”  The Elf queried.

     “In your room.”  He replied.

     ‘Your room’ was the same as ‘her room’, much to Theo’s discomfort.  It was typical of children his age.

     A moment later, Bronwyn stepped out of the room.  “Is something wrong?”  She asked.

     “No.”  Arondir assured her.  He moved forward until he was standing in front of her.  “I do not wish to rush you, but if you are ready, I am also.”  He began.  Her brow furrowed with a confused frown, and in explanation he untucked the jar from under his tunic.  “I have found a suitable place to plant them.”

     Now her face brightened with a smile, and she nodded.  “I’m ready.”

     “Ready for what?”  Theo broke in.

     They both turned to face the boy, but it was Bronwyn who spoke.  “You remember the white flowers I traded for, several months ago?”

     Theo nodded.  “You saved their seeds, and you gave them to him.  We burned them to save you.”

     “Not all of them.”  Arondir spoke.  “I saved three, so I could keep the promise I made to your mother.”

     “What promise?”

     “That we would plant them together in a new garden, the three of us as a family.”  The Elf continued.  “I would understand if you did not wish to, but I would be very glad if you would plant one of them.”

     Theo looked between them, silent for a moment, and then nodded.  “Alright.”

     So they went outside to the place Arondir had chosen, and Arondir went first.  He knelt on the ground, digging a hole about as deep as one finger, and took the jar from around his neck.  He carefully shook one seed into his hand and placed it in the hole, which he refilled.

     Bronwyn went next, taking Arondir’s place and making a hole about the same as his, a few inches away from his own but beside it.  He placed the seed in her hand, and she set it at the bottom of the hole, filling it back up before taking his proffered hand and standing.

     And then it was Theo’s turn.  He was accustomed to helping his mother in her herb garden, even if his skills were far less than hers.  He copied them when he made the hole, between and below theirs, and dropped the seed that Arondir placed in his hand into the hole.  He buried it and stood up again.

     Arondir laid a hand on the boy’s shoulder, his other arm already around Bronwyn and one of hers around his back.  Meeting her son’s eyes, the Elf spoke solemnly and seriously.  “Theo, I have no wish to diminish or cast aside your relationship with your father, but I want you to know that I do not look after you, take care of you, only because I love your mother.  I do it because I love you as well, as if you were my own son.”

     Theo smiled, a rare sight, and surprised them even further by surging forward to pull both his mother and Arondir into a hug.  “I never knew him.”  He said into Arondir’s shoulder.  “And I’m not putting up with you only because we both love Mother.”

     The Elf and Southlander smiled.  It wasn’t an exact reciprocation, but it was close enough to one, and that was all they needed.  Arondir and Bronwyn were not married or even betrothed (yet), but they had each other, and their love for each other, and their son (in blood or not, it was no matter), and that was plenty for them.

The quote marked by an asterisk is a Tolkien quote that I altered slightly.

*Original quote: “And he took her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky, and he cared not that they stood high upon the walls in the sight of many.” - JRR Tolkien (I thought it was fitting)

This was meant to be just fluff but it turned into fluff and found family and I'm not upset about that.

[endimion-issyl]

Oracle AU new OC

So, if you happen upon the list of AUs that has been published for Endimion, you’ll notice one of them is the Oracle AU. 

The idea here is that the protagonist (in this case Endimion) is a cleric in training, groomed to become the next Oracle, by virtue of being the reincarnation of the previous Oracle, who was, from the very first incarnation, the lover of the Moon God. At a certain point in time there would be a ceremony meant to “wed” the Oracle-to-be and the God. They would have intimate contact, and the chosen would officially become the Oracle and receive a portion of the God’s powers, potentially even becoming the God’s avatar under certain circumstances.

 I have taken that setting, and made it canon for a pair of new OCs. They are still in first draft stage, but here they are anyway.

The Oracle

Name: Alfirin (”immortal”)

Gender: female.

Age: 12.

Race: [undecided] either elf or half-elf.

Body type: petite/dainty.

Hair/complexion: albino. Hair is straight and long enough to reach the ground. Worn in many different styles according to mood.

Eyes: red.

Clothing/accessories: white chiton robes with grey sash belt. Simple silver jewellery with moon ornamentation. Sandals.

Personality: innocent; curious; kind; compassionate. Can be bossy, spoiled, childish and stubborn because of her status as Oracle-to-be.

Talents/skills: Singing, playing music, dancing (all ways of paying tribute to the gods). Being stealthy. Is in the process of learning other skills.

She does NOT have any past trauma or personality disorders. Was nervous about the wedding ceremony, but that worked out. Both parents are alive, well, and near by.

Started travelling to see the world, become a better cleric, and generally to “be ready”.

The Paladin

Name: Laerlas (”singing leaves”)

Gender: male.

Age: at least 10 older than Alfirin.

Race: [undecided] human elf half-elf

Body type: tall, muscular, athletic.

Hair/complexion: Fair skin. Chestnut hair, shoulder length.

Eyes: Chestnut brown.

Clothing/accessories: Practical. Simple clothes under silvered scale mail armour. Tabard with sigil of his order. Long sword. Medium sized shield.

Personality: protective; devoted; will fight you if you touch the girl. Can be overprotective, overbearing, and conservative. Can be hot headed. Is mostly “the big brother” type. Secretly very nervous about his job.

Is still new-ish at practical paladining: joined the order as a page one year before the previous Oracle died. Needs the Oracle to officially anoint him as official Paladin of the Order.

Has been tasked by the high priest to accompany Alfirin in her travels and protect her with his life from all harm. Is basically her bodyguard/babysitter.

And that’s it. That’s all I’ve got on this so far. Maybe i’ll use them in a game sometime. We’ll see.

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@chiefcouncilor-erestor

[gil-galad-ereinion-blog]

Simbelmynë -  Symbelmynë Also known as: Alfirin, evermind, uilos.

"How fair are the bright eyes in the grass! Evermind they are called, simbelmynë in this land of Men, for they blossom in all the seasons of the year, and grow where dead men rest.”  ~Gandalf

[readingreddingread]

I am seeing things or is Éowyn's circlet in the movie decorated with the simbelmynë/alfirin flower that grows on the royal barrows of the Rohan held by Bernard as Théoden King?

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[rptv-tolkien]

Alfirin

by Allan Curless

Golden bell-shaped flowers that grow on the plain of Lebennin and around tombs