Elrond's curls in S3
Elrond's curls get bigger and more defined each episode throughout S3, until by the end he's sporting giant anime girl pigtail ringlets.
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Elrond's curls in S3
Elrond's curls get bigger and more defined each episode throughout S3, until by the end he's sporting giant anime girl pigtail ringlets.
@valar-did-me-wrong: For making (not just) me cackle uncontrollably for hours with your text posts I present you with...
(turn on the sound)
It's midnight & I couldn't find anything to send you some cheer so I decided to make something instead (the words didn't work out though 🥲 need more practice 🙈)
Here's a little heart for you my friend and I'm sending lots & lots & lots of love with this 🫶🏽
Your presence here is cherished 🖤
Oh, thank you so much, my dear. It's very much appreciated, believe me.
Hope you're okay too. ❤️❤️❤️
I absolutely ADOREEEEEEE your profile pic 🤎 It's so cute I'm going into overdrive!!!!!!!!!!!! 😭💗
hehe thank you!!! it’s from this post & was a tough choice between the two but i saw it & was like That’s Me
it also just seemed like the right time to retire my old pfp of sonya from great comet with the yee dinosaur photoshopped over her face 😆
No. 29 for the ask game :3
👑✨💍s This is for Gil-Galad btw <3
The Rings of Power Ask Game <3
I'd ask 8 & 68 🙈🤭
8) Bengal, India, Earth
68) History and Geography and Political Science help I can't choose
I'm back with no. 13 for the ask game :3
Hehe, thanks! :-)
And nobody has asked this before!
13. There is a lot of music in Tolkien. What character would you wish to sing in RoP? What would they sing about? To whom?
This is a tough one. I would have loved Halbrand to sing something sad and melancholic, but we never got it and it's too late now.
So, realistically...
I would love a fun Dwarf song, the kind you'd sing when drunk. Durin, Disa and Narvi seem like they would be up to it. :-) If they would talk Elrond into joining, it could be fun!
And I would totally love to hear Poppy sing again, too! Could be something fun AND sweet for Merrimac. :-)
A little snippet of Past Progressive please?!
@valar-did-me-wrong Of course! Thanks for asking. :-)
It's just a draft, so it's very basic, and it will have to be polished and possibly (certainly) re-written several times.
I can share the basic idea of the story, too, if you want to. :-)
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She had feared rejection when she reached out for his mind, but he let her in. What she sensed was a tired, almost serene resignation, and it made her heart ache much more than if what she had found was hatred.
(It was a lie, beloved. All of it… What we had was true. My love was true.)
Time was her enemy, so she wasted no words as she unravelled the web of deception they had been trapped in.
(Forgive me, please.)
(It is I who should ask for forgiveness. I should have known.)
She cried, then, at the sheer absurdity of those words, and even more at the knowledge that soon he would be forever out of her reach, for the Gift of Men was not hers, and she was bound to this world until the end of days.
He must have sensed it, and, stubborn as ever, insisted that they would meet again, no matter how long it might take.
(Do you truly believe that possible, Hallane?)
(Hope, meldonya, is the strongest of allies. Weren't those your very words, all those years ago? Lúthien was given that grace. So can we.)
Could they indeed?
(Have faith, Lossetári.)
She knew he was smiling. It was then that the darkness tore him away.
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And this is a draft of the ending. Takes place years after the first segment.
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Her heart was in turmoil as she faced the West at the prow of the ship, striving to chase away the bitter enemy that was doubt. Have faith, Lossetári. She clinged to those words, and found comfort in their embrace.
“No matter how long it might take,” she whispered.
Little did it matter that no songs were ever made about her true fate, for her story was but hers to sing.