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Listen I know Tolkien gives us 'strong-voiced' as the sense for Can- in Canafinwe but it's very important to me that cáno means commander.

I also know Tolkien softened (imo) Macalaure to 'Forging Gold' but I really think 'Gold Cleaver' is superior.

Feanor's second son shows up in the Noontide and it's like, "Here's Commander Gold Cleaver!" And everyone's like, "Whoa there, that's a bit of an intense / warlike name, don't you think?" And Finwe does some damage control like, "Oh, no, you see what my son and daughter-in-law meant was that he is a very powerful singer and talented harper!" And the people of Tirion are like, "Oh, right. Yes, very nice. Very poetic." And Maglor, who as it turns out does have a mighty voice and deft fingers, embraces that version of his identity because yes, it is very poetic, and he likes the musical connotations much more, thank you.

... but that's not what Feanor and Nerdanel meant, and they were right, and Maglor gets thrust into the role of a warlord whether he likes it or not. But they were also not right, because Maglor never stops being the mighty singer, never stops playing golden melodies, either.

Maglor and dualities. Yes.

Ëarwen is the housewife only because Finarfin cannot cook.

I hate the “open floor plan” that everyone is obsessed with in houses now. I want nooks and crannies and bizarre floor plans. I don’t need to be able to see what someone is doing on the other side of the house. I want places to hide and lurk and dwell in the shadows. I am the beast who awaits in the labyrinth

best friends of nine years :) 💛

You know what I think would be a cool concept for a horror novel? A light monster.

Here’s a preface: I’ve been reading several horror novels recently (my favorite one being Craven Manor) and I’ve noticed that the monsters are all creatures of shadow and darkness, and like, that’s great and all. Super spoooky

BUT, what if it was a creature that thrived on light? And the main character would have to befriend the darkness in a way and it’s really weird and wacky bc the thing that is usually perceived as scary and evil suddenly becomes a safe haven and the thing that is considered a savior is suddenly trying to kill you.

the problem with watching doctor who as a child is that a small part of your brain can never completely give up the idea that the doctor exists. if i saw a blue police box materialize out of thin air i would not be anywhere near surprised enough.

someone please write a Bran Myricks/Daniel Kane fanfic I'm begging you

finished craven manor and i’m losing my mind. fellas is it gay to use ur last strength to summon rain for ur homie as u both lay in the dirt just because he likes ur house and doesnt want it to burn. fellas is it gay for ur homie to then bridal carry u back to his cottage. fellas is it gay to then watch ur homie sleep to make sure he’s safe. fellas is it gay to then live in a fancy manor together and adopt ur little sister’s ghost and a flock of crows and a cat. fellas?

Y'all ever open a book on a new subject, read a little bit, and have to put it back so you can process the way in which your mind was just expanded?

One of my favorite Elrond headcanons is the idea that he starts out looking very much human and elvish. He has ears too pointed to be a man's, but not nearly long enough to be an elf's, his father's (grandfather's, really) blue eyes and brown hair that shines like an elf's, but gets tangled far too often.

Sure, some weird things happen around Elrond as a child– the birds that seems to follow him, the way some injuries mysteriously resolve in his prescense, the unusual flowers that bloom outside his windows– but really, it's easy to see those as distant remnants of an ainuric power that Elrond clearly didn't inherit. When he comes to Gil-Galad's camp, it's much easier for them to see Tuor or Beren in him than it is to think he's descended from Melian.

But then time passes. The changes are slow enough– happening over decades or centuries– that no one really notices at first. Elrond's hair darkens until it is as black as the night sky– as black as Luthien's was. His eyes leach color until they are gray– not Noldor gray, mind, but a strange, starry gray that some of the Iathrim whisper about. His voice changes, almost seems to take on an echo of itself, sometimes.

The strange things that happen around him only get stranger– the trees bend to shelter him, during storms, and sometimes when he sings, the birds sing with him. Elrond got a cat, right at the start of the Second Age– a gift from Gil-Galad. Somehow, it never seems to grow old or die. The parts of Lindon Elrond most often visits always seem to be in full bloom, no matter what season it is. His healing abilities surpass what is to be expected of a man– an elf– eventually, of what seems possible at all.

At the end of the First Age, it would've been hard to believe Elrond had more than a trickle of ainur blood in him. By the beginning of the Third Age, many have started to whisper about Rivendell– a new Doriath, ruled by a Maiarin lord with all Melian's grace, and her eccentricities.

Elrond doesn't realize just how much he's changed until the day, late in the Third Age, when he finds Maglor wandering on the shoreline. Nothing he says will convince Maglor that he isn't Luthien's spirit, returned from death to haunt him.

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i LOVE enemies to lovers and mix in wattpad vibes? i'm sat.

this movie is so bad, it's so good. if you enjoyed through my window and my fault, this is right up your alley.

the plot? shit. i laughed through most of it. the tension though??!!! through the roof.

Happy birthday to Samwise Gamgee (April 6th)! The hobbit, the myth, the legend.

I love how he's just there. He's peeking. He's peek-a-booing. He's looking over his father's shoulder staring at Ryan going "Beef Boy are you paying attention... Are you listening... This may come up in your pop quiz Beef Boy are you paying attention"