On his brow sat wisdom... in his hand was strength
Ulan | RL nerd and Tolkien geek, but otherwise a productive member of society | Glorfindel and Erestor have had me in a chokehold for over two decades now | AO3: Ulan | Twitter/Bluesky: @ulansahulyo | Tumblr RP blog: glorfindel-of-rivendell | icon by Magali Villeneuve
Anyway speaking of Glorestor household updates, they moved houses! I finally caved and bought Cottage Living—post-pandemic because I am always late to parties 😂
Glorfindel really went from Lord of the Golden Flower to full-on Disney girl because boy took to farm life like a duck to water. He's always had a full garden, but with Cottage Living, they now also have farm animals and just general animals running about. Here he is with his llama. They used to have a cow, and cows give milk, which is nice, but turns out llamas give wool, which Glorfindel needs because he has also taken to... embroidery 😂 Oh boy...
Glorfindel gets along well with all the animals, but Erestor, for the life of him, can't make any animal friends, HELP I'M LAUGHING—
Anyway, here are the rabbit friends Glorfindel has now. They conveniently help with the garden, although Glorfindel befriended them before I even knew about that benefit because that's just the kind of thing he does.
This dark one is Ecthelion (yes, they have been named after Glorfindel's friends what of it) and he is a nice lil bean. He was Glorfindel's first rabbit friend and the first to reveal that his favorite gifts are the paintings Glorfindel conveniently makes. A true match. 💛
This hard-working guy is Turgon. He is the most diligent of all the rabbits and tends to the garden everyday. Great guy to have around, he really earned that knitted jacket Glorfindel gave him.
This little nightmare is named... Erestor 😂 He is the most difficult of all the rabbits that ever visits Glorfindel, which is funny, because he got that name even before I found out how much of a diva he is. He only comes sometimes, he never lets Glorfindel hug or pet him, and any interaction with him will only be 50% successful. Most of the time, the things Glorfindel says just seem to piss him off... which, naturally, made him mine and Glorfindel's favorite 🥲 masochist behavior No, but Erestor-rabbit does give nice gifts, which makes me think he does like Glorfindel in his own lil snobby way!
There are two other rabbits, but I don't have their photo. Egalmoth suddenly stopped coming around, but he was Glorfindel's second rabbit friend after Ecthelion. Then there's Idril... who suddenly died two days after Glorfindel met and named her 😭 What a way to find out these guys die wth...
And just the other day, Glorfindel wanted to be best friends with Ecthelion, but I wasn't sure if Glorfindel could have two best friends and I didn't want to upset Erestor, so I didn't let him. I should've let him 😭
Anyway Sims 4 base game married poly option WHEN 🤲
I'm crying, somebody sent me this ask but it got lost in the ether 😭 It is neither in my drafts nor in my inbox anymore, and I did not even get to see who it was from so I cannot tag them.
To the sender, it has been a while, but I am going through the x + x fic prompts again. In case you remember asking for 6 + 11, this one is for you! 😭
(Rating: PG)
“You look good like this,” says Glorfindel, a smile teasing at his lips.
Erestor, far from pleased by this, only scowls up at him. “What, disarmed and defeated?”
Those things, yes, Glorfindel supposes, looking down at Erestor on his knees, sitting on his heels, red-faced and still catching his breath. Off to the side, the counsellor's sword lies haphazardly where it fell from when Glorfindel finally was able to twist it out of Erestor's grasp.
He also supposes that such an occasion is cause for celebration, for it is not everyday that Erestor would admit to being bested by anyone. Then again, the results of a duel are often self-evident—Glorfindel still has his sword, for one.
But truth be told, Glorfindel is thinking along the lines of Erestor being on his knees; flushed, yes; panting, also yes; but in a context infinitely more preferable than on a public training field.
A part of Glorfindel once again mourns that Erestor is so difficult, and so dense, that he doesn't see how Glorfindel looks at him beyond the disagreements and the teasing. What a shame, because it truly is a good look on him: Erestor's hair is always so pristine, it begs to be messed with; the colour on his skin, when it comes, crawls so high on his cheeks, it softens all his edges. And oh, his lips, when they draw breath the way they do, the thoughts they are inspire in Glorfindel are just so...
Glorfindel tilts his head, and the smile he throws at Erestor is—yes, smug, but also, just this side of bemused. He does not know how many more hints it needs to take. “Sure, let’s go with that.”
Erestor's scowl is fierce as he moves to rise, already turning to make for the sword he lost. Glorfindel sighs and looks away the moment his opponent bends down, because of course to stare would be rude, but also, he can only endure so much himself in a day.
“You’re smug now,” Erestor calls to him from across the field, “but I'll have you on your back in no time.”
Glorfindel looks up at the skies and bites his tongue, because surely he must know what he's doing. But all Erestor does is turn around and make his way down the path that leads to the main house, with nary a backward glance.
Glorfindel watches him go, and the words escape under his breath before he can stop them. “All this trouble when you need but only ask.”
If Erestor heard, he makes no sign of it, his steps sure and steady as he marches down the dirt path.
Glorfindel can only smile, shake his head, before he sets about clearing the field.
"Éowyn was slender and tall, with a grace and pride that came to her out of the South from Morwen of Lossarnach, whom the Rohirrim had called Steelsheen."
(Appendix A "The House of Eorl")
Éowyn with Shadowfax in the lush meadows of Rohan @megarywrites @sotwk :)
Glorfindel Week Day 2: Traveling to Middle Earth | The Helcaraxë | Bonds Broken, Bonds Made
Glorfindel walking with Ecthelion, who hadn't left his side since then. (You can take Friends to Lovers from my cold dead hands).
During the coldest and darkest time in their lives Glorfindel and Elenwe, who shone bright with the light of the Vanyar, were helping guiding the eldar across the ice, giving strength where their own failed. And while Elenwe had Turgon to rely on, Glorfindel had Ecthelion.
Please, I'm laughing, I have been sitting on that Glorfindel drawing, poking at it every month or so, since JULY 2023 and there is a very stupid reason why I haven't been able to finish it: I cannot draw Glorfindel solo.
It's my weird, frustrating quirk especially since Glorfindel is my One True Favorite Character. I just can't seem to wrestle him down when he's on his own. He draws just fine in shippy pieces, though. (Interestingly not out of character for the Glorfindel I write. He doesn't like bringing attention to himself and would probably struggle sitting for portraits of himself, but put him in a social/romantic context and he thrives. 💛)
I thought though that Glorfindel Week with the "Helcaraxë" prompt was the perfect time to brute force this piece out—and this was what I ended up needing to do to complete the piece finally akznsmms
Literally put the Erestor version of this theme beside him and pretend this is not a solo piece 🤣 Not only that, but I had to play a love ballad the whole time. This was the music that was playing in the background for *checks time* 8 hours today yep—
As far as art processes go, I always say I am helpless against both my art and writing muse. They come when they will and they bring with them quirks I sometimes just have to find and roll with. The music I play in the background are not necessarily my favorite songs, but they are songs that I play to get something drawn or written. I just did not expect this song for a Helcaraxë scene, Glorfindel please be serious 😭😂
A sad reminder that out of the people Glorfindel and his fellow lords and soldiers saved during Gondolin's fall, many more died during the Third Kinslaying at the Havens of Sirion, said to be the worst of all the kinslayings.