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For pride requests: trans flag for idril? 👀
Happy pride! For the pride requests (only if you want!), maybe lesbian Arwen/bi transfem butch Aragorn please? Thank you! Wishing you an amazing June!
It's been 84 years since I last posted a pride request but here! I finally have another one done!
The Unfinished Drafts
Aka my thoughts on gender and elves isn't super concrete anyone and here's an exploratory draft I had going in themes of forcing myself to write more and get over my imposter syndrome and also it's pride
Aka Haldir is having Thoughts about Gender and Elrond is everyone's dad
Unfinished drafts are things I probably won't complete due to some reason. In this case, my stances on elvish gender have changed so it's not really relevant anymore to my thought process. But it also makes me happy so here it is.
Haldir had spent the better part of a year ruminating over this conversation and yet he found the words still wouldn’t come to him.
“I cannot Shapeshift.” He finds himself blurting out.
“No. I wouldn’t have supposed you could.” Lord Elrond responds, a small tilt of his head as he assesses the Warden. “That is a fairly restricted gift of lineage.”
“Yes, correct. But are there -“ Haldir pauses, his heart pounding in his chest. His hands flutter before he smooths them down at his side.
“Haldir.” Lord Elrond says gently, kindly. He is always gentle and kind; surely he would not think less of him even if it were not possible.
Elven gender is not like the race of Men; they are much more fluid. But he wasn’t changing his role in society or the wardrobe he wore. He was changing the very foundation of his gifts from Illuvitar.
“I - are there ways to change the body's form? Without shifting one’s body? Perhaps… permanently?” He focuses on the roses below the balcony. He finds himself unable to look at the Peredhel Healer.
He’s sure his brothers have guessed, maybe others, perhaps the Lady Galadriel even knows. She has had that mischievous look in her eyes for the past three weeks and his finding Lord Elrond without any additional guests at his side had been surprisingly easy for how busy he was.
But it’s different to say it out loud.
Different to say it out loud and mean it. Different to change things as they are. To change things to what they should be.
He hears Lord Elronds robes brush his legs as he walks away and Haldir’s heart drops. He closes his eyes. Perhaps the whole notion had been ridiculous. He supposes he could try himself, but it truly was a bit too ridiculous to contemplate. Battlefield medic he was, not an elf with the gifts of his Lady.
“There are more than you might think.” Elrond says warmly, squeezing Haldir’s shoulder reassuringly as he appears back in his line of site. Elrond presses a goblet into Haldir’s hand and firmly guides him to the settee. His legs are much less sturdy than he had thought they were. He finds the hand Elrond has on his shoulder the only point of grounding; he feels as light as air.
“Shifting one’s form magically is rare, which means that for ages, others have had to find other means to do. Usually surgically as magic is not precise enough and can cause a host of negative effects. To name a few who have undergone a form of transition to their bodies: Maeglin, Caranthir, King Fingon, Círdan. Elves who farm, and hunt, and clean the floors, and sew garments. Elves who prefer staying in the background; elves who rise in the ranks of the Galadhrim. Elves of all genders changing to what matches their feäs.”
Haldir nods, mind racing. He wasn’t alone. He wasn’t alone.
“I can reach out to some of the others for you? They often like to meet the new and assist with recovery afterwards.” Haldir nods again, eyes wide.
“Please.” He whispers, feä scrubbed raw.
Elrond hums softly and wraps an arm around the younger elf’s shoulders. Some of the tension seeps out of Haldir’s chest.
omg pride requests.... i am nothing if not predictable, so: nb Maedhros x transmasc Fingon??? ty I adore your art!!
Thank you so much for requesting them!!! I just adore drawing them so much.
pansexual Eowyn and trans Faramir for the pride month art request :)
i love them your honor
For the pride ask
Glitter Bisexual Thranduil ?
Kicked down the closet and never looked back very out and proud
he does this every single june.
Here's your actual art adslkgh
tysm I had so much fun with him!!! <3 Happy pride!!
for the pride requests, nonbinary narvi?
let's goooooooo
Ace Galadriel?
fuck yeah ace galadriel!