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reblog if you're hoping 472 of the First Age in Beleriand will be a fresh start
i love how Gandalf invested in Hobbits in year one and has been pushing them ever since. Thorin, i hear you need help with a breaking and entering. Can I recommend one of these little cunts? Silent as fuck, trust me. Elrond my dude i know you're skeptical but these four chucklefucks just transported a weapon of mass destruction all the way here. Theoden, you've gotta get yourself a hobbit man, I've got a spare one here. Denathor you big prick, take a hobbit - literally this is the bottom of the range but listen to him sing. Beautiful little bastard.
“Tyelkormo 'hasty-riser'. Quenya tyelka 'hasty'. Possibly in reference to his quick temper, and his habit of leaping up when suddenly angered.”
This is such a batshit unhinged thing to name your child. My beautiful five year old son Anger Issues. Ms Nerdanel Istarnie I need to understand your mind
and what’s more insane is that everyone but curufin PREFERRED their mother names. “Prince Strong Finwë which bow should I retrieve for you” “no no I prefer my mom’s name” “of course Prince Anger Issues”
And in Lace Tolkien imagined that there would be a naming ceremony held when the child was around ten years of age during which they would have to publicly declare which name they would elect to be known by ; it seems to be a family tradition for the Fëanorians to go by their mother-name (Miríel did and so of course does Fëanor) , so we have to imagine :
10 yo Maedhros having to state that yes, he would really want to be known as "Well-Formed" ;
10 yo Maglor going "Yeah, Striking-Gold, that's me" ;
10 yo Tyelko : "We all know by now that I do actually have anger issues, well chosen, Mom" ;
10 yo Caranthir "yeah, whatever, I'll take "Red-face""
10 yo Curufin "You know what ? Fuck that family tradition, I'll keep Curufinwë"
10 yo Ambarussar "We know our mum couldn't be bothered but we'd really like a name each".
Meanwhile, at the Nolofinweans and Arafinweans naming ceremonies...Yeah, of course they are more chill.
I love the idea that Maglor was a famous singer in the years of the trees like imagine you go to war and get killed by Beyoncé
WHOSO:
hideth 🙈🧝🏼♂️
hoardeth 💰✨
in hand taketh ✊😏
finding keepeth ✌️🤪
afar casteth 🌊💎
a silmaril 🔪
High King Fingolfin. The Anfauglith sky.
A gorgeous Fingolfin!
Gil-galad son of clone of Maedhros which Sauron made from the hand left behind on Thangodrim. I have no fucking clue how he ends up High King of the Noldor, but I guess you can’t argue he doesn’t have a qualifying bloodline.
Osse sketch
a summary of the consequences of my life because I read percy jackson
1. I steal my older brother’s PJO books, read them, and download Pinterest on my Kindle to get my first taste of fandom
2. I spend a lot of time online, secretly, and am exposed–for the first time–to the fact that it’s weird that I share a room and bed with my dad and am not allowed anywhere else
3. My dad brings me to a corn field and tells me obama is the anti-christ who’s been sent by god to end the world, as foretold by the bible. I believe this and cry when he’s elected because i don’t want to die
4. I begin googling and discover that my situation is not great. I begin a careful attempt to ~distance~ myself from my father by sleeping anywhere else through any means possible. Eventually, I’m allowed to sleep in my own room
5. Now that I’ve been exposed to the real world and the fact that I’ve been groomed, I’m not ~obedient~ anymore and my dad Dips(™) to find a new kid. We lose our house and have to move to government housing in a new city
6. Eventually my parents divorce because of this. My dad moves to a horse ranch. I visit him on the horse ranch, think it’s cool, and invite my friends over for a sleepover. I have my first gay kiss with a girl in a tent. The next day my father tries to ~kill~ me on the horse ranch(™) with a golf cart
7.My dad disappears from the face of the earth. He forgets his phone is connected to the family iMac. We know all about the crimes he is committing. He fakes a heart attack in a Wal-Mart at some point, idk
8. The FBI is onto his life of crime. He flees to Romania to escape them and lives with a millionaire Romanian woman. She’s suspicious of him after a while. She hires a private investigator and unearths his life of lies and crime. He flees to Alaska. He gets a roommate in Alaska. The roommate goes to federal prison. We never hear from my father again. He is, perhaps, dead.
9. It’s revealed to us that my grandmother is also involved. She’s been smuggling drugs from the hospital. She also goes to federal prison. Also apparently my older brother and I aren’t related. This was another scam from my father
Understandable response
uhhhh hh hh hhh
Me reading from point 2 to point 3:
The Hunt for Red October + The Onion (Part 2)
(pt. 1)
Kind of silly that the silmaril that was stolen off of Morgoth’s forehead just wound up on someone else’s forehead.
Do we think Amras has ever had the thought that his father burning to death was just punishment for burning Amrod alive? Because I think that would be so tasty
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every week I dread the “how was your weekend” question because what am I supposed to say? “oh yeah I’m an active participant in this online group of people who really fucking love elves and so I spent most of my weekend finding textual evidence to further support my own meta readings of Tolkien’s histories and writing fanfiction” absolutely not