#roplaw2025

[letthefairyinyoufly]

RINGS OF POWER LADIES APPRECIATION WEEK day four: favorite wardrobe or outfit(s) ➺ Galadriel's wardrobe

[withered-rose-with-thorns]

The biggest thing I learned in this process was to trust the poetry of Tolkien’s work. For example, he describes heroes covered in the dust of diamonds, and it was exciting to try things like adding hundreds of rhinestones to the Elven costumes to try to visualize those words. I really wanted to create movement and light that reflected his text as a metaphor through the costumes. - Kate Hawley, costume designer RINGS OF POWER LADIES APPRECIATION WEEK (4/7) Favorite Outfits - Galadriel's green dress (insp x x)

[luzelms]

RINGS OF POWER LADIES APPRECIATION WEEK day one: favorite character ♡ྀི SOPHIA NOMVETE as DISA

[ohno-elrond]

RINGS OF POWER LADIES APPRECIATION WEEK day two: favorite dynamic ↳ disa & durin iv

[insp.]

[witheredgraphics]

What was that? It was a plea to the rocks. RINGS OF POWER LADIES APPRECIATION WEEK (3/7) Favorite Scene - Disa singing (insp)

[ropladies]

Welcome to RoPLadies' first event, dedicated to all the incredible women on Amazon's Rings of Power.

This event will take place from March 3rd to March 9th 2025 (to coincide with International Women's Day).

I have put up a prompt list but it's entirely optional. You can also mix & match the prompts, or switch them up. Say if you're a gifmaker but you're more inspired by a prompt in the writers list, feel free to use it!

All types of content are welcome, gifs and fics but also moodboards, playlists, art, etc.

Note: I only added the "not Galadriel" part for the favorite character prompt, but you can of course use any other prompt for her. Just keep in mind that there are already a lot of creations out there about Galadriel, and this is an event focused on all the women and not only her.

If you post something, please tag us @ropladies or use #ropladies, so we can reblog your creation.

GIFMAKERS

day 1: favorite character (except Galadriel; to encourage creating about the other fabulous ladies)

day 2: favorite dynamic (platonic or romantic; does not have to be f/f)

day 3: favorite quote(s) or scene(s)

day 4: favorite wardrobe or outfit(s)

day 5: lyrics & poetry

day 6: warm colors or experiment (try something new!)

day 7: free choice

WRITERS

day 1: sharing a bed or fix-it

day 2: fluff, happiness

day 3: alternate universe

day 4: power, strength, courage

day 5: hurt/comfort or angst

day 6: family, love

day 7: free choice

[hikarielizabethbloom]

Day 7: free choice (siblings)

Galadriel and Finrod - Somewhere only we know by Keane

[themalhambird]

ROP Ladies Weel Day 4: Power, Strength, Courage (@ropladies)

A Triptych of Drabbles for Disa, Princess & then Queen of Khazad-Dum (but not yet).

Power

In your earliest memories your mother sings, and the mountain sings back. As soon as you can speak, you try to mimic her vocalisation. She, laughing (not laughing at your haphazard efforts, but for joy that you make the effort) promises to teach you- when you are old enough. For, she says, stone-singing is no mere trick, picked up lightly. It is a sacred skill from Aulë, a power that makes you steward of the Mountain’s Secrets. Master it, and you shoulder a Duty to act in the interests of all dwarves in Khazad-dûm, not just you and your own. 

Strength

The first time your skill is tested, you are not ready. You are merely a person at hand who can, and when there’s a shaft collapse, time is everything- and so you step forward and start to sing without a second thought while runners go for a proper master. Fewer workers were trapped than immediately crushed– but by the time the real Stone-singer arrives, the bulk of the rockfall is cleared, the majority of the survivors pulled free. “Well done, love,” your mother says, an arm squeezing your shaking shoulders. “I have it from here- take a rest, well done.”

Courage

You do not sing at your mother’s funeral, for The Mountain reflecting nothing but the silence- the loss of that magnificent voice- feels a more fitting tribute than the echoes of your own grief. Afterwards, you venture alone to the surface and make your lament to the stars. It bursts forth from the very depths of your soul and when you are done you return to Khazad-dûm, and you place your hand upon the stone.  “I don’t know,” you say. “If I can be as good a steward as Mam was. But I promise I’m going to damn well try.”