#celrond week

[gemsoflasgalen]

home

@celrondweek day 2: prompt “home”. very quick rough sketch today, just had this thought in my head for a bit. yeah they’re mirroring aragorn and arwen. i won’t elaborate but there’s something there i fear

[starspray]

Autumn Breezes

a drabble-and-a-half written for the October 2025 SWG instadrabble session; posting now for @celrondweek!

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A sudden gust of wind blew through the open window, carrying in golden leaves to swirl around Elrond and all the books he had piled on the library table. Following them was a burst of laughter, and Celebrían appeared at the window, leaning on the sill. “It’s too fine a day to be cooped up inside, my love!” she said. Her hair was windblown and her cheeks were red as the apples of her orchard. Behind her the sun shone brightly down on the valley, making it glow, gold and red and orange. “Come walk by the river with me!”

“The King of Arnor expects a reply to his letter,” Elrond protested, but he was already standing.

“He can wait another day! I, however, cannot. Forget the doors, come on!” Celebrían reached for him and, laughing, Elrond left the leaves and the books and jumped lightly out of the window.

[gemsoflasgalen]

distance

elrond and celebrian

@celrondweek day 1. quick piece inspired by the visual moodboard

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[starspray]

The Moon was Shining

written for the October 2025 SWG instadrabble session, posting now for @celrondweek! for the prompt: Pallidly the moon was shining on the dewy meadows nigh; / On the silvery, silent rivers, on the mountains far and high

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The moon was round and full, gilding everything with silver—the leaves, the grass, the river as it flowed merrily over its stony bed through the valley. Music leaped up from the woods as a bonfire was kindled, a bright red spark in the night. The night flowers were all in bloom and the air smelled sweetly of them, and of the tangy pine, and of burning wood.

Elrond scarcely noticed any of it, for Celebrían danced on the pale lawn, luminous in the moonlight with her silver hair flying loose around her, and her laughter sweeter than any music.