Poppy: Poppy symbolizes death and loss, as well as remembrance and mourning. They are used for healing
Healer braids contain five braids which I headcanon concealed under a coif and pined long veil so that only the ends of the braids, tied off in ribbons, can be seen seriously if there´s a big wish for this I am ready to make a long post of it with drawing reference - different kinds of healers can be told by which color their ribbons are as well as under tunic and how loose or tight the veil is (their uniform is also different depending on if it´s a nurse or a doctor)
Looks like baby girl took off his gloves :/ I usually draw him with stars but not this time as it made the drawing to light
Rambling over healer clothers:
The robes are might out of bleached linen and are combined by deer leather gloves at times
I haven´t decided on a look for them as I would like for them to have visible buttons down, but that way it wouldn't have the slits that shows the color of the under robe, so I´ve decided it goes with a button down jacket if needed.
The colors are meant to be soothing but blood and dirt also need to be visible on them, and they have to be able to handle boiling.
They are meant to be easy to take on and off so they are assembled by an underrobe, a shirt, and then the tunic on top.
The veil are meant to cover all hair - except the tips - and keep it from getting in the way. It is also used to get hair away quick if you need to treat someone fast but don´t have the time to braid your hair away. The five braids are nearly for keeping as much out as possible but also to wear when not wearing the veil to show you have medical experience
- I haven´t figured out the colors yet so this is all I have currently
Hello! Here’s a last-minute handful of Elrond-centric fic recs to wrap up Elrond Week 2024. (Time got away from me this week!)
These fics are all rated G or T, and I’ve loosely categorized them into groups so it’s a bit easier to parse through them. I also noted ones I recc’d in my 2023 Fic Recs list, which I posted on my main blog, @awwyeah107. I'm tagging each author in this list once (if they have a Tumblr account), although there may be more than one story from an author in the list.
Also, to clarify, none of these were written *for* Elrond Week—these are all simply fics about our beloved peredhel that I've enjoyed and wanted to share/recommend.
Massive shoutout to @meluiloth for putting on Elrond Week! I’ve greatly enjoyed seeing all the posts this week cross my dash. Also, thank you to all of the fic authors, fan artists, and meta writers out there who celebrate Elrond ❤️
Elrond & [Biological or Married] Family
The Complexities of Avian Biology by @runawaymun
Celebrían takes on a charity case. Elrond helps, because of course he does. Some Celrond fluff by request.
(Oneshot, G, 776 words)
Without depth or bound by waitingfover
Love is never an easy emotion to navigate, particularly if you also hate the other person's guts.
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Elrond doesn’t like Celebrían’s attitude, Celebrían hates Elrond’s guts, Gil-Galad is determined to play matchmaker, and Celebrimbor just wants to be left out of this drama.
(23 chapters, complete! T, 29k words)
Wealth Enough of Joy by @starspray
Elladan and Elrohir are born at twilight in summer.
(Oneshot, G, 1.6k words. Recc’d this in my 2023 Fic Recs list)
Athelas by erulisse_starchild
Estel gets a lesson in herb-lore from Elrond.
(Oneshot, G, 831 words)
Hiding Places by @sweetteaanddragons (Drag0nst0rm on AO3)
It had been a long time since Elrond was last under a bed.
The novelty was probably good for him.
(Oneshot, G, 437 words)
Kind as Summer by @arofili (starlightwalking on AO3)
Elrond and his family, after the First Age. A collection of ficlets from tumblr prompts, loosely related to one another.
(8 chapters, complete! G, 2.1k words)
More than the Stars Above by sweetteaanddragons (Drag0nst0rm on AO3)
Elrond had lived without his parents for this long. He could certainly continue to do so if they proved to be indifferent. That didn't stop his hand from shaking when he reached out to knock on the door.
(2 chapters, complete! G, 5.6k words. Recc’d this in my 2023 Fic Recs list)
Blossoming Red by @bralesscommie
Snapshots of Elrond throughout his life. A character study. Elrond dealing with his trauma, and finding his rare moments of joy.
(Oneshot, T, 4.9k words)
Elrond & Friends
Demons by @theheirofashandfire (ScribeofArda on AO3)
On a dark night in Imladris, with the Watchful Peace having come to a bloody end, one elf finds that the darkness brings back unwanted memories of flames and fear. And Glorfindel can remember all of the fall of Gondolin.
(Oneshot, T, 4.5k words)
Old Swords by StarSpray
Elrond and Gandalf chat about Glamdring.
(Oneshot, G, 661 words)
Primary Sources by @cycas (bunn on AO3)
Bilbo Baggins, now living in Rivendell is working on his Translations from the Elvish and needs some help. He learns a few things about Elven board games, plumbing and housework in Rivendell, a little bit about the War of Wrath, and something about Elrond's family. It might just be that making songs about Eärendil in the House of Elrond was not something that Elrond himself considered to be over Bilbo's head.
(Oneshot, G, 4.4k words)
Kidnap Fam
Note: All of the Kidnap Fam fics here are Elrond-centric—either they are from his perspective, or they primarily focus on Elrond and Maglor and/or Maedhros.
And Love Repaid by sweetteaanddragons (Drag0nst0rm on AO3)
It was never about owing.
(Oneshot, G, 2.3k words)
See How They Grow by @grundyscribbling (Grundy on AO3)
Elrond wasn't born a great healer. Some would have said living among Feanorians was an unlikely place to start that journey. (Maglor probably would have agreed with them.)
(Oneshot, G, 11.7k words)
Rosemary, Fennel, & Rue by grundyscribbling (Grundy on AO3)
Maedhros stumbles onto an unhealthy secret Elrond has been keeping. Elrond is surprised to find Maedhros has experience in these matters.
(Oneshot, G, 5.7k words)
Once They Were Wolves by @elentarial (BaccaratBlack on AO3)
After receiving an unexpected Midwinter gift, Elrond learns something new about one of his captors fathers.
(2 chapters, complete! G, 2.4k words)
Quiet by sweetteaanddragons (Drag0nst0rm on AO3)
Dust blanketed Maglor’s harp where it sat undisturbed in the corner.
(Oneshot, G, 566 words)
Series
On Elrond Peredhel by @elvinye (leodesic on AO3)
A series examining Elrond's kidnap-adoption [and Elrond himself] from a variety of different perspectives.
(In-progress series of 13 works, each between 1-2 chapters, all rated T or G. Only AO3 users can read this fic.)
(Note: For anyone who does not ship Russingon—like me—the series does contain it, but it is minor and can be skipped over fairly easily.)
Return to Aman by cycas (bunn on AO3)
A series of stories about Elrond's return to Aman at the end of the Third Age. All these assume that Maglor son of Fëanor was one of the other unnamed Elves who accompanied Elrond, Galadriel, Gandalf, Frodo and Bilbo on the ship when they left Middle-earth. Point of view is usually either Maglor or Elrond, but occasionally someone else (Celebrian, Lalwen, Nerdanel...)
(Complete series of 15 works, each between 1-5 chapters, all rated G. Recc’d this in my 2023 Fic Recs list)
AUs
The Last Homely Hostel by sweetteaanddragons (Drag0nst0rm on AO3)
Barin was nearly entirely sure this hostel wasn't supposed to be here. It won't be the last unexpected appearance of the night.
(Oneshot, G, 5k words)
we will make this place our home by @leucisticpuffin
Elrond and Elros are sent to live with their distant cousins in a house that is crumbling slowly to pieces. They aren't especially happy about this. For Maedhros and Maglor, the twins are a rare chance to start living again. It will take a lot of work to turn a house full of ghosts into anything resembling a home.
(70 chapters, in-progress! G, 259.5k words. Only AO3 users can read this fic. Recc’d this in my 2023 Fic Recs list)
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Other Fic Rec Lists:
2023 Fic Recs (on my main blog)
2024 Fic Recs (on my main blog)
Purple Carnations: the purple Carnations are used in flower arrangements to represent leadership, royalty, and nobility
I talked about my Noldor braids Headcanon before and I want to make another post about it soon again, but here´s Elrond in soldiers/healer braids:
The soldier braid is the bun, and the braids on top keeping loose hair from getting in the way and the healer braids are the two four strand braid in the front, the braid showing his of nobility is the detail on top of his head, where a normal soldier would just make two normal braids to set in a bun
Before he departs for Valinor, Elrond spends a moment in the library of Imladris
If Lord Elrond spends long hours pouring over ledgers, if he recalculates the count of grain and the weight of the orchard harvest, and if he combs the most recent census for familiar names, he thinks he can withstand these last days. In a fortnight he will journey from Imladris, where every detail is touched by his vision or by his hand, and he will not return. He will board Círdan’s ship with the ring bearer and the others and he will leave Arda. He will leave his daughter, now mortal and in the early delight of a young marriage. He will leave too his sons, who will watch over her and over their Valley, keeping it safe for an age of Men.
Celibrían, the missing remainder of his soul, awaits him in Valinor. Some days it seems to him that she is in the next room, just out of reach. Other days he thinks he dreamed her. The closer their reunion draws, the greater his anticipation, until it feels dangerously close to the desperation that marked their parting. So he makes plans for those who will pass through Imladris and revises them endlessly and drives Erestor mad with his questions. Have we enough wood for the winter to come? It will be colder now. Did I see we have children in the last census? Have we any toys for them? Is one cook enough for our expected guests?
One morning Erestor tells him that the librarian of Imladris wishes to speak with him and it is only then that Elrond realizes he’s not thought of the library. The omission shocks him; he wonders that he could have overlooked something so important.
His librarian sits alone at a reading table surrounded by piles of books. lanthir is the last of the large staff that once kept the collection organized, fetched scrolls and folios for visiting scholars. He agrees at once with Elrond’s suggestion to send the healer’s collection to Minas Tirith and has also taken the liberty of pulling these, a selection of volumes that he hopes will travel to Aman. There are exactly one hundred and at first Elrond sees no theme or order to his choices, but as Ianthir describes them he finds himself nodding. There are the histories of course, twenty that cover the events of the past two ages. There is epic poetry but there is also a forge plan with the architect’s notation in Khuzdul, an illustrated field guide to the plants of Rhovanian, and a Mannish children’s fable about chickens.
lanthir does not intend to leave Imladris, or rather, he says he does not intend to leave the library. Elrond searches his face, asks him gently if he would not like to see the Blessed Realm, to explore its immense collections of knowledge. The other librarians have sailed one by one, drawn by this promise. They were each allowed to take one book from the library; Elrond wonders which ones they selected.
lanthir will not sail. He feels, he tells Elrond, more comfortable among these books than among his kin. There are so many in the cities of Aman. He seeks quiet. And there will still be visitors to their valley. They will be Men, likely as not, but does Elrond know that they have over 1532 items in Westron? Elrond does not know. He smiles despite himself and does not argue. After so many years of being left, he is finally learning how to leave. Already the weight of Ianthir’s fate sits lighter on his shoulders.
When they have finished talking Elrond walks into the open gallery and sinks into one of the high-backed chairs scattered throughout. He can see gardens through a nearby window, and he closes his eyes and allows himself to imagine the hedgerows becoming wilderness, the library walls crumbling under the work of root and vine.
Twenty yeni past he entered the library and, as he hurried through in search of a map, found the Lady Celebrían ensconced in the chair in which he now sits. Elrond cannot recall a time when he did not love her. That he tell her was impossible then, so he satisfied himself with small moments in which he could watch her unobserved. And then he walked into his library and she was before him, lit by rays of late afternoon sunlight. She raised her eyes to him over the cover of her book and he was ruined, all his carefully considered arguments for silence buried under the weight of her presence and the sliver of hope afforded by her smile.
He rises to search the nearby shelves and inhales sharply when his hand closes over the slim volume, still in its place.
“I wonder if you could recommend something for me to read, my lord?”
What possessed him, Elrond will never know, but he had selected this book of poetry. It was not one of the Elvish canon but a mannish book of poetry, one whose tone might be described as earthy. It had taken him another three months and the knowledge of her imminent departure to gain the courage to speak to Celebrían plainly, but that day in the library had been the unofficial beginning of their courtship.
When Elrond sails he does so with Ianthir’s collection and, wrapped in a cloth of Celebrían’s weaving, the little book of poetry. He will give it to her as they begin again, a reminder that even in their shared grief for those they leave behind, they are rooted in joy.
