eccentricmya
Escapist Diaries
Tolkien blog. With a dash of cats and some sprinkle of flowers. Bit of birdies too. Mental health enthusiast. Sometimes a writer. Here there be wild headcanons and lame shitposts. And some half-baked metas. On AO3 as EccentricMya too! Original content/additions tagged #JustBizarre.
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I know we imagine a happy reunion for Elrond and Celebrían but I think it would be overshadowed by her grief over Arwen being out of her reach forever. Celebrían probably never even got to say goodbye to her only daughter.
She would be mourning Arwen while she's still alive, but the distance between them might as well be of life and death.
I just have a lot of thoughts about this mother-daughter pair.
If Elrond was ever against Arwen marrying Aragorn and choosing mortality, it would be for Celebrían's sake, who sailed West not knowing she was seeing her daughter for the last time.
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Éowyn: "...and love all things that grow and are not barren."
My mind for no reason: Would be funny if Faramir had trouble getting it up 💀
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@glorfindelweek
Glorfindel Week Day 1: Valinor | Childhood | Family
Little Glorfindel|Laurefindele with his father Ingil (Ingwion) on the mountaincastle of Taniquetil where many Vanyar live, where Glorfindels grandfather Ingwe lives. He grows up with wind in his hair and the clear voices of his people around him, with a loving family that shelters him, until his own ambitions carry him away to Tirion, where his mother Findis is from, and where his aunt Elenwe lives.
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Maitimo has visions, up on the mountainside. (I'd least, he'd like to think they're visions, and not hallucinations or figments of his scattered mind). He sees wide open plains, covered with spring flowers. Green forests full of birdsong, clear mountain rivers. Two children– who can only be his– with his gray eyes and proud, Finwean features, who follow him around like little ducklings.
Those visions are what keep him from succumbing to despair, during the long, cold nights on the cliffs. The idea that one day, he will be free again, that he'll roam Middle-Earth, that he'll have a family and children like he's always wanted to. That's enough for him.
He holds onto that hope, over the long years of his recovery, and the as the Long Peace grinds on, he really believes that things will get better. That he'll be able to fulfill the Oath, cast off the Doom of the Noldor, and live happily in the free lands of Middle-Earth.
And then the Bragollach happens, and the Nirnaeth, and the Second Kinslaying. And it dawns on Maedhros, slowly, and then all at once, that there is no way out for him. That there was never a way out for him. That the visions on the cliffside were never real and neither was his hope. After that, the only thing still dragging Maedhros on is the relentless pull of the Oath.
And then, after Sirion, Maedhros looks through Elwing's tower, searching vainly for the Silmaril. He doesn't find it. He does find two small children with dark hair, gray eyes, and their father's Finwean features. He recognizes them. He's not sure whether to laugh or cry.
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Bothersome beast, comforting friend
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‘GET OFF THE ROAD - QUICK!!’
Heylo darlins! This is what I’ve been working on this week.
Next up, Bilbo, as per the results of my last poll :D
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Sons of Fëanor and their mortifying ordeals
Amrod: the mortifying ordeal of being the first Fëanorion dead
Amras: the mortifying ordeal of being the alive Ambarussa
Curufin: the mortifying ordeal of being mistaken for your dad by your own mother
Caranthir: the mortifying ordeal of being known as red-faced
Celegorm: the mortifying ordeal of being the least fair of all fairs
Maglor: the mortifying ordeal of being the last Fëanorion wandering
Maedhros: the mortifying ordeal of being the eldest
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The Hill: Hobbiton-across-the Water by J.R.R. Tolkien
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Elrond and Celebrian style exploration? Ig? I just wanted to lol
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way to break my own heart with this
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The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002) dir. Peter Jackson
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Earwen and Finarfin are the most even-tempered noldo around and somehow spawned these total chaos rockets who bite werewolfs to death, fall in love with mortals, and run off with hippies in the woods. Since Finarfin is more straight-laced than Turgon, the only explanation is that Earwen is secretly also an eldritch diva who presumably brews moonshine and has even less sense than her children.
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So I was thinking about Ingwion's name today, as you do. It feels like a pretty bad name, as it just means "son of Ingwe" and doesn't give him much space for his own personality, history, etc outside of his father. I was also thinking about how Ingwe must not have any other sons then, as having one of your sons being named "my son" and another one(s) not being called anything like that is... favoritism? Something like that anyway.
But then I had a better thought - Ingwion isn't a singular elf, he's several elves in a trench coat. Allow me to elaborate.
"Ingwion" is just the name of Ingwe's heir/the crown prince of the Vanyar, and is just used by whichever of Ingwe's kids drew the short straw and had to do politics this time or who decided they needed to do something political. All of Ingwe's kids have actual distinct names, and they just pretend to be one person who doesn't actually exist for the sake of political expediency.
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Sons of Fëanor and their mortifying ordeals
Amrod: the mortifying ordeal of being the first Fëanorion dead
Amras: the mortifying ordeal of being the alive Ambarussa
Curufin: the mortifying ordeal of being mistaken for your dad by your own mother
Caranthir: the mortifying ordeal of being known as red-faced
Celegorm: the mortifying ordeal of being the least fair of all fairs
Maglor: the mortifying ordeal of being the last Fëanorion wandering
Maedhros: the mortifying ordeal of being the eldest
#sons of feanor#shitposting by dummies#silmarillion#maedhros#maglor#celegorm#caranthir#curufin#ambarussa
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