#rivedell

[horseshoehate]

Into the House of Elrond Gandalf Goes

a/n: This is part 3 of my Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, and Phish fan fiction. It's getting a lot more serious in tone haha

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Gandalf steps out into the soft grass leading away from the concert venue. He hears cheers as the band comes out. He quickens his pace, not particularly happy to have to miss a good show, but nonetheless unwilling to risk the corrupting influence of Evil Trey's awesome licks.

Gandalf walked past his own van, a 1991 Toyota Previa, sitting in the parking lot, knowing he could not drive it as it would draw too many unwanted eyes. He begrudgingly sold it on the lot to a strung out hippie for a week's worth of grilled cheese sandwich rations. Gandalf slipped out on foot unnoticed by the sentries of Voldemort that now patrolled the lots at the behest of Evil Trey, selling nitrous to anyone who was desperate enough for it and causing no small amount of trouble at the drop of a hat. "No doubt the influence of Sauron caused that one!" scoffed Gandalf.

So Gandalf journeyed over many days and lands far and wide, coming ever closer to Rivendell, the land of Elrond the Wise. Gandalf knew that Sauron would stop at nothing short of total domination of Middle Earth. Wise as he was, he still could not see all ends, and needed the help of the very best counsel he could conjure.

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As he arrived in Rivendell, Gandalf was welcomed with warm smiles, but he could see behind the mask of friendliness, there was a certain warriness. It was as if the elves already knew why he had come, or at least that it was no pleasure visit to the land of Elrond.

"Come elf-friend Gandalf, we have a seat prepared for you at our feast." a welcoming elf said, adding "Elrond will meet you when he is ready to do so."

"Very well, though this matter is urgent and cannot wait much longer," Gandalf said "I'm afraid that this matter is of the upmost importance. It concerns the black keeps of the Dark Lord."

A look of of terror flashed in the elf's eyes, but was soon replaced once more by a friendly smile. "Very well," the elf said, "right this way."

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As Gandalf sat at the table, finishing the last of his elven wine. He had eaten enough to feed 3 elves at least, having had naught but old grilled cheeses from the lot for the last 10 days.

Hearing quiet footsteps behind him, Gandalf stood from his chair and bowed to the esteemed figure of Elrond, the wisest amongst the elves, whom even the greatest wizards seek the counsel of.

"Gandalf," Elrond said with a smile, "to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Elrond my dear friend, I'm afraid that i am not here at my own leisure." Gandalf said with a worried frown.

"What troubles you, friend Gandalf?"

"It is Trey Anastasio. I believe that he is under the influence of the Dark Lord Sauron himself." Gandalf said heavily.

Elrond turned his head dismissively, "You know I left this life behind me after the 2.0 years. How do I know that the Phish community has not just soured on its own once more, like milk left to spoil?"

"This is not that. Those were dark times, yes, but these stand to be far worse than even Coventry." Gandalf said forebodingly. Gandalf went on to explain everything that had happened.

"Very well, Gandalf. What would you have me do?"

"I need your help friend, advice. What power do we now possess that can break the hold on Evil Trey's mind and break him from his mental prison which he now resides?" Gandalf asked.

Elrond thought for a few moments before turning to Gandalf, "I may have an idea," he said slowly. "But it will require some… subterfuge."

Gandalf raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Elrond started with a serious look in his eyes, "On Durin's Day, the last day of your Autumn, we elves celebrate our alliance with the Dwarves of the north."

Gandalf interjected, "I hardly see how tha-"

"If you'll allow me to continue," Elrond said sharply, raising an eyebrow, "each year we host a festival of bands from across Middle Earth in a celebration of cultural diversity. It would not be unconventional for us to book a musical act from the world of men."

"I see," Gandalf said, thinking it over, "and they won't find this suspicous?"

"I would think that playing this far in the heart of elven territory too bold for even Sauron, but they may credulous enough to think that their evil jams will turn the hearts of elves. It may seem a tempting victory waiting to be snatched from us before the war has even begun." Elrond considered.

"Very well then," Gandalf said slowly, "it is decided. Phish will headline Durin'sFest. It is not without risk, but I trust your judgement, Elrond. We must act quickly if we are to save Trey."

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As the day of Durin'sFest neared, preperations underwent for the festival. Already, the campgrounds were starting to fill and stages being built. Countless food stands were set up, selling anything from Lembas bread bratwursts to potato and rabbit stew.

As the day drew nearer, Gandalf grew restless. He thought of his tour buddies and wondered then how many of the had already been lost, either succumbed to the darkness of Phish's new evil jams, or been killed at the hands of Lord Voldemort's nitrous mafia. He wept for his friends, but held out hope that he could, at the very least, save his favorite band from the clutches of Sauron.

[ramyun-monster]

Rivendell elves realizing their human is sick part 1/2

for @runawaymun

Elrond needed a moment for himself, he wanted to stare at the fire and let the thoughts flow through his head. He entered the Hall of Fire hoping for a moment of solitude. Unfortunately his spot by the hearth was taken, Elrond approached slowly a figure curled up on the floor. Actually, at that point – whoever it was – they looked like a fat mountain beecause of all the blanket they’ve been wrapped in. You heard his quiet footsteps when he approached you.

‘What are you doing here this late?’ normally hearing Lord Elrond would make you jump, but you were too weak, so instead you peeled one eyelid open and looked at him standing right next to you.

‘I’m warming up.’ you replied.

His face frowned with concern.

‘Are you quite alright?’

‘Yeah, just cold.’

The elf didn’t seem to believe you. Either his touch was sudden or the time inside your mind was passing too slowly to process reality fast enough. You felt his touch on your forehead first and the on the back of your neck.

‘You’re running a fever.’ he stated dryly.

‘Am I?’ you were actually surprised, you had touched your forehead a few minutes before and it was cold.

‘Yes.’he sighed. ‘It would be better if you didn’t sit on the floor right now. Please, come with me to the healing halls.’

He helped you get up steadying you and making sure you didn’t melt into the floor. You remained wrapped up in a blanket and followed him without complaining. You didn’t feel like questioning his orders right now. You were slowly realizing that anything that kept your attention away from your body’s sensations was a blessing at that moment. You entered the healing halls. You couldn’t see much, because all the lights were out, you figured it was because if there were any sick people here, they were all asleep by now. You could smell fresh air, cleanliness and a faint hint of incense. One door was open. Orange light was crawling on the floor.

‘Glorfindel, please come here.’ said Elrond.

You didn’t notice the second elf, who was probably the only healer on duty now. They led you to a small room, Glorfindel immediately lit a candle, the same dancing and crawling light filled each corner. It was a tiny flame, but it still felt too intense for your aching eyes.

‘Lie down.’ commanded the elf lord and someone took away your blanket. You did as you were told. The calloused hand touched your forehead once again, you shivered, but the shiver seemed to dance under your skull and then drip down your spine and you felt it spread to every part of your body.

‘Sorry.’ muttered Elrond, but it seemed insincere. ‘I’ll be done in a minute. Glorfindel, bring a wet cloth and a bucket, please.’

‘A bucket?’ you thought to yourself and then it hit you, you felt a wave of nausea gathering in your stomach.

‘It will be here in case you need it.’ replied Glorfindel as you heard a metalic clinkon the floor next to the bed.

Someone lifted you up gently and slipped another pillow under your head. You were thankful for that, but too weak to say „thank you”. A wet cloth was laid upon your brow.

‘Go to sleep now.’ whispered Elrond. ‘Someone will come and check on you soon.’<

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get well soon.

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[bikedweeb]

(via Rivendell Bicycle Works on Instagram: “🌀 head tube lug on an #rbwcustom”)

[facts-i-just-made-up]

[ineffablynoldor]

Waking up in Rivendell

I'm watching Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring, and I just started the second half (extended edition). 

It begins with a scene in early morning Rivendell, with birds chirping, sun rising over the mountain, and the sound of water in the background. I'm thinking that Rinvedell would be the best place to wake up in. Ever.

It could only get better if one woke up in the arms of the Lord of Imladaris. Yum.