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fistfuloflightning · 7 months
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Gil-galad | star of radiance
rough sketch for Day 5: Gil-galad for @nolofinweanweek
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thelolthsworn · 2 months
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Act 1 Bloodfrost
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astarion and aeglos (my main tav)
the pair started out as friends with benefits but as their adventure progressed aeglos began to develop a soft spot for the vampire. (aeglos is neutral evil)
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ofmiceandwomen · 1 year
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Aeglos the apothecary, an awesome OC of @thistlesandstories. He plays an important part in the Steampunk Silmarillion.
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grey-gazania · 11 months
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welcometolotr · 2 years
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more TFO headshots to flesh out the appendices haha 😅 still working my way through the few that don’t have illos!
(aeglos is the maia in gil-galad’s spear; ailios is olwe’s granddaughter; dailir is the maia in beleg’s arrow; elessar is the maia of the elf-stone that eärendil & aragorn carry)
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an-eldritch-peredhel · 2 months
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The thing that draws me most to this fandom, and the things that makes it unique, is that by the mere nature of the works we love, everyone's Arda is different. And not just in the usual headcanon-y ways that are typical of every story, but even down to important plot and characterization points.
Who is Gil-Galad? What is the Oath and what does it have power to do? What really is the Dagor Dagorath? How do the Laws Of The Universe work?
And beyond that- what parts of HoME do you pick and choose? LaCE? Does anyone try and work with Tolkien's horrendous math? Have you taken parts of your Arda from older or other worlds, with the Cottage of Lost Play and the exile of the Gnomes?
Have you given names to the wives and daughters? What do they mean- who are they? Mother-names or father-names for those who only had one?
I just really love how even when two interpretations of the same world seem utterly incompatible, they aren't. I'd love to see other additions/headcanons!
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mellorian-art · 2 years
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Excuse me but I enjoy a lot this ROP Gil-Galad despite I am not really enthusiastic about all the show’s mithril thing.
I’m fond of this ‘I am not here to deliver candies’ High King and I especially like how Benjamin Walker plays with eyes movements and harsh stares. I really really hope for a better character development in the next season and I am looking forward to his 1st meeting with Elendil (played by another badass actor btw).
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smilingdawn · 2 years
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OFFICIAL GIL-GALAD PICTURES
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dialux · 1 year
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I'd love a director's cut of 'just a pinch of salt in the wound, you'll be fine', especially your thoughts on Gil-galad's mother!
The fic in question!
Ask for a director’s cut on my fics!
Ooooooh this is so recent that it's all right there in my memory lollll but like YES. Most of that story was because I kept seeing poll after poll on tumblr of what Gil-galad's real parentage was, and while I think that's a fascinating question maybe there's a story there, right? A story of this little kid who's the youngest son of a youngest son of a youngest son and manages, somehow, to become High King for the longest of everyone else in his family: who manages to do an incredibly good job of it as well.
So Gil-galad is very very ambitious, and very certain that he can do a better job than anyone else even though he's so young. And to succor that ambition, he leaves behind his family: he leaves behind his father and mother and sister, and in doing so he sheds the trappings of common concerns like love or duty or passion; Gil-galad walks into the gaping maw of kingship and never looks back. He wants to be king because he cannot bear to have someone else control him, and everything else that comes with that freedom- like responsibility, or hatred, or loneliness- is a cost he'll pay willingly.
And all of this is, at least partially, a response to his mother.
I'd never thought much of her before this story tbqh. We know Orodreth married her in Beleriand, and that she had two children (or, if you think Gil-galad was someone else's kid, then she had one child) in war-time Beleriand. At the same time that Finrod is telling Aegnor he cannot marry Andreth, Orodreth is having a grand old fuckfest with Legrin in Sirion. It's... jarring.
I also think there's this interesting niche between Sindar safely tucked behind Melian's girdle and the rest of the continent, well before the Noldor arrive. Surely that's a source of tension, particularly if families are split between safety and danger: I just racketed that up a notch, and imagined the resentment a Sinda soldier might have for Doriath if she was forced to watch her family die on the walls of the girdle while she was, by pure chance, saved. All of which means that Legrin is very... motivated to defeat Morgoth, and very singularly focused on that; she's a mother, yes, but a mother second to being a general.
So! A Sinda with no love for Doriath and no claim to Thingol's throne... and yet Gil-galad, in uniting the Havens of Sirion under one throne, has most of Doriath's refugees kneel to him, despite Thingol's living heir being right there. He's Legrin's son: he's inherited her focus, her determination, and her grit. Another way to put it: if Gil-galad inherited greatness from his Finwean father, he inherited his propensity for success from his mother.
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grimwcr · 2 years
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Okay, I will admit Aeglos looks awesome. 
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haleth · 10 months
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The Bachelor: Nargothrond coming soon! (The Bachelor is Túrin. Everyone dies.) Flower meanings under the cut!
Aeglos (I based its appearance off of gorse flowers)- A fictional flower that grows near her grave and has the same name as Gil-Galad's spear (cause who doesn't love a Fin-Galad hc)
Carolina Roses- Love is dangerous (this one feels self evident)
Hemlock- You will be my death (...)
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thelolthsworn · 19 days
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save me aeglos
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ofmiceandwomen · 10 months
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Steampunk Silmarillion: Daeron
The Sindar managed to break into Sauron’s secret research facility. They have found their kidnapped fellows in miserable conditions and managed to free them from their cells. Aeglos and Daeron were almost captured. Who knows how would they end up, if Daeron hasn’t grabbed his flute.
The music filled the cold room. The air feels…different. Dense, as if dozens of men were here, fighting for life and fighting for their right to breathe. As if all the elves who died in the room returned for their revenge. The lights are getting brighter and brighter as the light is getting almost unbearable. The effect it had on both the doctor and the nurse is beyond shocking. They stare at the musician, eyes wide and full of utter fear. (Narrator, played by me)
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And this is how the elves rediscovered the power of music.
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pansen1802 · 2 years
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Aeglos
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sluttyseacadet · 1 month
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“Against Aeglos the spear of Gil-galad none could stand”
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that-angry-noldo · 8 months
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Gil-Galad has been sitting by Finarfin's sickbed for almost a day now.
The King was recovering smoothly, the healers assured. He will be back to his feet in a few days. He only needed some time.
Gil-Galad shivered, and curled further into his cloak. Aeglos was on the ground beside him; Finarfin lay on the crude bed, pale face solemn in his sleep. He was sleeping for so long now, Gil-Galad thought. Ten hours spent without any movement; ten hours spent keeping watch instead of actually being useful.
In the small tent, looking at his grandfather's still face, Gil-Galad felt cold and lonely. He shivered again.
It was supposed to be a simple scout mission. Finarfin was not supposed to go; he joined the last moment, and the next time Gil-Galad saw him, he was bleeding, leaning heavily on his guard. People were sent immediately to deal with the orcs who set the ambush which, aside from wounding Finarfin, took the lives of three more soldiers; but Finarfin was given to the healers and —
He lost a lot of blood, the medics said. The wound itself would heal soon, but the King needed rest.
Gil-Galad dropped his head to his knees and bit his lip. It was not right, for something so ordinary to bring him to such state. They were at war. People got wounded every day, people died every day — Gil-Galad was used to it, should have been used to it by now, but it was Finarfin, and—
He looked so pale.
Gil-Galad saw too many deaths to mistake a living man for a corpse, but now he reached to put his fingers at Finarfin's pulse point, and held his breath until he felt the steady beat of the king's heart beneath his fingertips. Only then he breathed again, withdrew his hand, and leaned on the bedframe, closing his eyes.
He was trembling. It was cold.
Finarfin stirred, then groaned weakly. Gil-Galad opened his eyes; he turned around to face his grandfather.
Finarfin looked at him. His eyes struggled to grasp the lines of Gil-Galad's face; they darted from his chin, to his brow, to his hair, and Gil-Galad leaned into the touch when Finarfin cupped his cheek.
"Eönwë?" Finarfin whispered, uncertain, and Gil-Galad's heart dropped; but then, recognition flickered in the King's eyes, and he smiled — softly, lovingly: "Gil. It's you."
"It is me. Eönwë is not here." After a second of consideration, Gil-Galad added: "I am sorry."
"No, it's — it's alright, indyo," Finarfin whispered, and smiled. "Grandson. You are here."
Gil-Galad breathed, shakily. "I — I am. I was so worried, I—"
His voice dropped. He bit his lip, taking Finarfin's hand into his own and pressing it to his face.
He inhaled.
"Don't do this anymore," he whispered. Finarfin's thumb brushed a tear from the corner of his eye away.
Finarfin looked at him for a few more seconds, his eyes full of worry; then, his hand dropped down, and he gripped at the sheets, face breaking into a pained grimace. Gil-Galad hurried to his feet.
"I will call the healers," he said, wiping his tears quickly. "I am sorry, Grandfather, I—"
"Gil," Finarfin rasped, looking at Gil-Galad. "Stay. Please."
Gil-Galad's face softened. He smiled.
"Of course. But I will call the healers first. I will be back in no time."
Finarfin nodded, and closed his eyes, face strained with pain. Gil-Galad wavered for a second more, then hurried out of the tent.
The world was cold, and he shivered; but he no longer felt so alone, and if the only thing he could do to help his grandfather was to find healers as soon as possible - well. Then he will do just that.
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