Legolas : he is Aragorn II

Legolas : son of Arathon II

legolas : son of Arador

Legolas : Son of Argonui

Legolas : son of Arathon I

Legolas : son of Arassuil

Legolas : son of Arahad II

Legolas : son of Aravorn

Legolas : son of Aragost

Legolas : son of Arahad I

Legolas : son of Araglas

Legolas : son of Aragorn I

Legolas : son of Aravir

Legolas : son of Aranuir

Legolas : son of Arahael

Legolas : son of Aranarth

Legolas : son of Arvedui

Legolas : son of Araphant

Legolas : son of Araval

Legolas : son of Arveleg II

Legolas : son of Arvegil

Legolas : son of Argeleg II

Legolas : son of Arapthor

Legolas : son of Arveleg I

Legolas : son of Argeleb I

Legolas : son of Malvegil

Legolas : son of Celebrindor

Legolas : son of Malor

Legolas : son of Beleg

Legolas : son of Amilaith

Legolas : son of Earendur

Legolas : son of Elendur

Legolas : son of Valandur

Legolas : son of Tarondur

Legolas : son of Tarcil

Legolas : son of Arantar

Legolas : son of Eldacar

Legolas : son of Valandil

Legolas : son of Isildur

Starbuck's employee : ...

Also starbuck's employee : with all do respect sir. You son of a bitch.

sometimes you really do just have to think about how Aragorn II son of Arathorn II son of Arador son of Argonui son of Arathorn I son of Arassuil son of Arahad II son of Aravorn son of Aragost son of Arahad I son of Araglas son of Aragorn I son of Aravir son of Aranuir son of Arahael son of Aranarth son of Arvedui son of Araphant son of Araval son of Arveleg II son of Arvegil son of Argeleb II son of Araphor son of Arveleg I son of Argeleb I is crowned king of united Gondor & Arnor and immediately uses it as an excuse to rename himself Elessar because yes yes twenty-four generations of chieftains of the Dunedain & kings of Arthedain is all well and good but he wants to sound like Elrond’s kid dammit. if it would bother his forefathers that he wants to ditch the ar(a)- prefix then maybe arathorn ii should have stuck around to have a say instead of getting himself killed when aragorn was two but instead elrond’s the one who actually raised him thanks and he wants to be really really really unsubtle about that and there’s nothing anyone else can do about it so there. also he’s extremely extra and figured out how to name himself after elrond and elrond's dad at the same time and also do a matchy thing with his wife in the process (because the shared ar(a)- prefix wasn’t enough because aragorn, like everyone else in his entire family in the entire history of the world, is extremely extra sometimes) so like really how could he not

anyway then aragorn and arwen went on to look at that whole twenty-four generations of chieftains & kings shared ar(a)- prefix again later and again said “hm no thanks we're gonna stick with the “elrond's family” thing thx” and named their kid son of the elves. just in case anyone was wondering whether aragorn had had second thoughts at some point.

like i just. think about that a lot

the line of elros ◈ chieftains of the dúnedain ◈ headcanon disclaimer

          Arahad was the son of Araglas, and the seventh Chieftain of the Dúnedain. During his rule, the Watchful Peace came to an end when Sauron returned to his fortress of Dol Guldur and spurred his orcs to multiply. Arahad was wearied by these struggles and leaned on his wife, the wise-woman Silivreneth, for support.           The son of Arahad and Silivreneth was Aragost, who was firmer of will than his father and more active in fighting against the rising turmoil in the North. Though Sauron focused his efforts on Gondor and Rhovanion, not Eriador, he was ever vigilant in his defense of his lands. His wife Alphalas was dear friends with Lord Elrond’s wife Lady Celebrían, bonding with her over their shared love for swans, for which Alphalas was named and Celebrían honored as a symbol of her mother’s Telerin heritage.           Alas, Arahad’s wisdom and Aragost’s guarded watch upon the Misty Mountains were, though valiant, imperfect, and Celebrían was waylaid by orcs upon her return from a visit to her parents in Lothlórien. All her companions were slain, including Alphalas, who had been eager to meet the great Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood. Celebrían’s twin sons Elladan and Elrohir found and recovered her, but she was deeply affected by her time in bondage to the orcs and not even Elrond’s medical abilities could save her. The next year, she departed for the West in search of deeper healing.           Alphalas’ young son Aravorn was only twelve years old at the time of her death, and before she sailed, Celebrían made sure to pass along his mother’s love to the child. He was the last Heir of Isildur to know the Lady of Imladris. He carried this sorrow all his life, marrying an equally solemn woman, Sírdhem, whose own parents had been slain by orcs.           The son of Aravorn and Sírdhem was Arahad II, named for his great-grandfather. Despite his parents’ melancholy attitudes, Arahad was a boisterous man of great cheer. He frequently traveled westward to the borders of the Shire, and though he never trespassed upon the land of the periannath he took great heart and comfort from watching their flourishing community, knowing his and his fathers’ efforts to fight against evil were doing good in the world.          It was on one such journey that Arahad met Ellother, a hunter from a small community of Men in the Hills of Evendim. They became fast friends, and soon Ellother asked to be Arahad’s spouse. Though Ellother had a lesser lifespan than their Dúnadan husband, their love was great and from it came an heir, Arassuil.           In the first part of his rule as Chieftain, Arassuil established trade with the hobbits of Bree, delighted by their recent development of pipe-weed. But soon troubles increased in the North, with the orcs of the Misty Mountains growing bold enough to raid Eriador. Arassuil and his rangers fought tirelessly to hold them back, but one party managed to reach the Shire where they were fought off by a brave band of hobbits.           Upon hearing tale of their leader, Bandobras “Bullroarer” Took, Arassuil was greatly impressed and traveled to honor him in person, though Bullroarer had only a vague idea of who this strange Man was. However, this friendship was fortunate, for soon the Long Winter arrived. Many lives were lost throughout Eriador, and with the aid of the wizard Mithrandir, Arassuil and the Rangers of the North brought supplies from Rivendell to the Shire to aid the hobbits.           As he aged, Arassuil grew weary from his wounds, and was forced to spend more and more time in Imladris where his grandson Argonui was growing into a young man. Though he cherished this time with his family, Arassuil worried that he was not doing enough as Chieftain. His wife Glórineth, a few decades younger than him, bravely took up the task of leading the Rangers in their journeys alongside their son Arathorn I. Glórineth and Arathorn continued to aid the hobbits of the Shire and also to the dwarves of the recently-sacked Erebor as they made their long pilgrimage westward to the Blue Mountains.

anyway aragorn II, son of arathorn II, son of arador son of argonui, son of arathorn I, son of arassuil, son of arahad II, son of aravorn, son of aragost, son of arahad I, son of araglas, son of aragorn I, son of aravir, son of aranuir, son of arahael, son of aranarth, son of arvedui, son of araphant, son of araval, son of arveleg II, son of arvegil, son of argeleb II, son of araphor, son of arveleg I, son of argeleb I, son of malvegil, son of celebrindor, son of mallor, son of beleg, son of amlaith, son of earendur, son of elendur, son of valandur, son of tarondor, son of tarcil, son of arantar, son of eldacar, son of valandil, son of isildur i is actually a trans lesbian

"Créa, were you to choose three of our past rulers to accompany you in battle, who would you chose? Me? Valandil for he reigned when his father fell to the south and that takes courage. Aranarth, for he was no king, but first of our chieftains. Heavy must his heart have been at the death of his father, and for that I shall add him to my list. Then, bravest of all is Arassuil for he stood against the orcs during the Long Winter."

      For a moment she stood there, flustered at the sudden question thrust upon her. She had not been expecting it whatsoever, and she listened to the thorough reply the other woman gave, shifting uncomfortably.

     It wasn’t as though it was asked with malice; they were of similar age and both naturally curious. But such a question reminded her that she had not been raised with the extensive history and knowledge of the Dúnedain, and especially not about their long line of leaders. Anxiety twisted her stomach, still not nearly as learned as the many who were here, and only furthered her worries of being an outsider, despite her blood. She would have to study much harder to avoid this in the future.

      “I-I, well-” she stammered, already off to a wonderful start- she was not happy to be put on the spot like this, and she felt the warmth on her cheeks. “I guess I’d agree with Aranarth, and have him in battle.” Names! They all started with ara-, and yet so stressed was she she could not recall, and she hastily packed the crate she had been filling with food before taking it up into her arms, any excuse to cover for her floundering.

     “I’m sorry, Sidhen, but I’m in the middle of work and really need to get this to Gelirwen.” It was true, at the very least. “I’ll think on my answer later, okay?”

anyone: questions aragorn’s paternal lineage

legolas:

legolas: this is no mere ranger!!!!!!!1 this is aragorn, son of arathorn ii, son of arador, son of argonui, son of arathorn i, son of arassuil, son of arahad ii, son of aravorn, son of aragost, son of  arahad i, son of araglas, son of aragorn i, son of aravir, son of aranuir, son of arahael, son of aranarth, son of ara

Headcanon of the day

Arathorn I takes after his mother in his appearance, tanned skin and dark eyes and hair, and face shape. Arathorn did inherit his father Arassuil’s nose, and his height comes from his paternal grandmother Naersireth. 

Aragorn ll, son of Arathorn ll, son of Arador, son on Argonui, son of Arathorn l, son of Arassuil, son of Arahad ll, son of Aravorn, son of Aragost, son of Arahad l, son of Araglas, son of Aragorn l, son of Aravir, son of Aranuir, son of Arahael, son of Aranarth, son of Arvedui, son of Araphant, son of Araval, son of Arveleg ll, son of Arvegil, son of Argeleb ll, son of Araphor, son of Arveleg l, son of Argeleb l, son of Malvegil, son of Celebrindor, son of Mallor, son of Beleg, son of Amlaith, son of Earendur, son of Elendur, son of Valendur, son of Tarondor, son of Tarcil, son of Arantur, son of Eldacar, son of Valendil, son of Isildur

Aragorn's full name (ish) for if you needed it

Deep Roots Are Not Reached By The Frost (Dunland)

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by Meysun

Teenage Thorin is trying to settle in Dunland with his family. When Thrain is forced to offer his services to Men during the winter, Thorin promises to take care of his siblings and people. But the Raven Thrain swore to send with news never arrives. As Thorin fears for his father, and worries for his grandfather, two tall strangers reach the settlement. Could they have news, and answers?

Words: 37043, Chapters: 6/6, Language: English

Series: Part 6 of The King of Carven Stone

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Thorin Oakenshield, Frerin (Tolkien), Dís (Tolkien), Dwalin (Tolkien), Thráin II, Thrór (Tolkien), Balin, Óin (Tolkien), Roäc (Tolkien), Arassuil (Tolkien)

Relationships: Dís & Frerin & Thorin Oakenshield, Dwalin & Thorin Oakenshield, Thráin II & Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin Oakenshield & Thrór

Additional Tags: Thorin-centric, Thorin Feels, Young Thorin Oakenshield, Dwarves In Exile, Brother-Sister Relationships, Father-Son Relationship, Family Feels, Teen Angst, Fluff and Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Rangers

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the line of elros ◈ chieftains of the dúnedain ◈ headcanon disclaimer

          Arathorn I was the son of Arassuil, and the twelfth Chieftain of the Dúnedain. The first years of rule were spent warring against the orcs of the Misty Mountains, who had emerged during his father’s rule and continued their attacks relentlessly. He was aided in this task by his wife Dravoriel, a fearsome swordswoman, and their two children Argonui and Eithiar.           But when the Longbeard dwarves of fallen Erebor attempted to retake their ancestral halls of Khazad-dûm, this War of the Dwarves and Orcs thoroughly depopulated the orcs of the Misty Mountains, most of whom were slain or forced to flee. Though ultimately the dwarves won the war, their losses were heavy and they turned back to Ered Luin rather than settling once more in Khazad-dûm. Arathorn and his family, impressed and grateful to King Thráin and his people, aided the dwarves in their long journey westwards.           For many years Arathorn ruled in relative peace. But though orcs were much less of a threat than they had been before, small bands still roamed the mountains and made their way into Eriador from time to time. Whilst out riding with Dravoriel and some friends, Arathorn, now in his old age, stumbled upon such a band of orcs unawares and was slain.

When Judgement Comes || Closed Starter

Arathorn folded and unfolded the letter in his chilled hands, busying himself with movement; another man might pace up and down, or rock his knee. It was to chase away his nerves, to try and dispel them through his hand and out via his fingertips. The contents of the letter had been read over at least three times, and the message was so clear that even a child who had only just learned to read could decipher it’s meaning. 

He finally put it away in his saddle bag and encouraged his horse forward, guiding her through the sheet of rain coming down quick and fast.

Arathorn’s father had collapsed two days ago, fallen with chest pains so serve the breath had been knocked out of those rattling, old lungs. He had not, and would not be able to stand up again. It was amazing how quickly these things progressed. 

Arathorn was to come quickly, and to bring his boy; to say their goodbyes, and, according to tradition, claim the old man’s title when his body was cold.

Arassuil’s encampment was a ten mile ride eastward, through sparse forest and some low sloping valleys that had turned into mudslides due to the persistent rain. The river had swelled and water crisscrossed over the well worn roads like veins; pulsating with thick, dirty blood.

The old man picked a grim time of year to die.

@bornfromhope