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wildwren · 1 year

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Arondir and Bronwyn // The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power

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morfyddclarkdaily · 11 months

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Morfydd Clark & Ismael Cruz Córdova L.A. Times, June 2023 Photography by Jennifer McCord ◼ Morfydd Daily

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morannon · 2 years

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Now that the footage of the costumes is lingering before me in gif form, it stands out how terrible the Elven armour designs are in Rings of Power. I know most of the costumes are pretty shit, but when something is mostly fabric or looks simple as if it’s worn daily and for practical purposes, it perhaps stands out less. The armour however looks either unfinished or like it’s made of plastic.

The ceremonial armour worn by Galadriel and her company is shockingly uninspired. Like that’s ceremonial armour. It looks completely unworn and like it has never and will never see battle. They wore it for the ceremony in Lindon and then when sailing to Valinor. That’s it. Its function is not practical but purely decorative. Ceremonial armour is the most elaborate kind. It’s to show off the skill of the maker and it often includes materials that are lavish shows of wealth and craftmanship. I’m looking at this and... what is this recycled hubcap shit?

Also the armor of Arondir and that other guy in his company. It looked even worse up close. I hate all these Roman elements for Elves. Who came up with that idea? First the civic crown and next these wooden abs. Like what the hell is that. And they’re like “we were inspired by the Green Man blah blah”, according to Ismael Cruz Cordova he asked the costume department and they gave him the vague answer that the face “references the being that gave Elves life”. No, you weren’t *inspired* you literally stuck this playdough Green Man on this piece of shit and made the reference literal. And Green Man didn’t give Elves life, it was Eru. I feel like all of the costume designs are an AI compilation of random Pinterest boards. And because everyone working on this turd is incompetent, absolutely no one can offer actual explanations for their choices beyond a) “ask the person next to me” or b) youRE RaCiST!!!

#Rings of Power #The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power #Game of Rings #lotrrop #Rings of Disappointment

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joannamjohnson · 1 year

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Chapter 2 - With Child

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She had waited until after missing a moon cycle before fully putting stock into the idea of pregnancy. After that, it was a few more days before she had the opportunity to speak of it to Arondir (and guessed she may have needed to build up the courage either way). He’d left on a hunt a couple days ago with several men, and Theo, and she’d somehow become one of the most respected voices in their little village, after their battle against orcs and her seemingly miraculous recovery from a wound that should have killed her. Involuntarily, she placed a hand to her chest, lightly tracing the scar she knew lived beneath her clothes.

It rarely hurt these days, but the memories remained. The first months had been so hard, just surviving through the pain that seemed to never get better. It had slowed, and all but ceased eventually though. It left a daily reminder that – as she’d noted some time ago to Arondir – was nothing short of hideous. Not that anyone would see it save for him and herself, but he was the one she most cared about – everyone else’s opinions be damned.

“What do you love about me?” She’d asked Arondir some months ago, laying beside him in the dim candlelight. He’d raised his head and blinked a few times, trying to rid his eyes of sleepiness. She wasn’t unsure of his love for her, just wanted to hear the why.

Why me?

He was quiet for a few minutes. His way was quiet pondering, and she loved knowing everything he spoke would have been well thought through.

“Tenacity.” He said, raising himself up on one arm and resting his head in his hand. The other he placed gently in the middle of her chest, directly over the scar. “Your heart.”

She didn’t realize she was grimacing until he pulled his hand back all of a sudden and asked “What’s the matter? Did I hurt you?”

“Oh no, no!” She said, putting her hand on his. It took a few more moments to fully catch her thoughts and interpret the feelings. “I guess… I was just thinking. About the scar.” Why was this so hard to talk about? She hated feeling insecure with herself.

“What do you think about it?” He asked, his eyes so intently searching hers. She could look into those eyes forever.

“I…” she blinked and looked away, couldn’t keep his gaze with self-deprecation in mind. She shook her head. “I don’t know.” It was avoidance, she knew.

“It bothers you?” He asked, placing his hand there again, its gentle warmth seeping through her nightgown.

“It’s…” she turned to lay on her back and put a hand over her eyes. “Hideous.” Now, she felt tears pricking at the edges of her eyes and she couldn’t even figure out why. It wasn’t the sort of thing that really mattered, not really. Not in comparison to the diplomacy they’d been attempting throughout this whole week, or trying to be the best support for Theo she could, or dealing with the struggles of a young farm. She couldn’t understand why she was even feeling bothered to begin with.

She finally looked at him and found him aghast.

“Hideous?” he asked.

“Yes, I suppose so.” She said quietly.

“Never think that.” He said, bending down to lightly kiss her lips. “Hideous is for orcs. Never you.”

His arm wrapped around her back and he scooted down, kissing her chest.

***

He had kissed, and caressed, and whispered to it many times more over the next hour, making love to her soul as much as her body. She looked up and dropped her hand, unsure how long she’d been in reverie and hoping she had not called undue attention.

“Mariam!” She called out, waving to the younger woman. “How are your potatoes growing?"

"Quite well." Mariam beamed. “You saved my hide. I’d have pulled them out far too early, knowing what kind I’m used to.”

Bronwyn nodded, proud she could help. “When you do harvest, let me know what you would like to trade for, I seem to have an abundance of lavender.” Her stomach turned at even the mention of it. Perhaps Mariam would take all of it off of her hands. She could only hope.

She made sure to mention lavender several more times as she moved through the makeshift town, perhaps she’d even be able to get someone else to harvest it, if it didn’t stop triggering nausea. With Theo it had been the color white, which meant she had to double toast any bread before she could eat it, and a particularly bright cloud on a particularly difficult day had made her retch, once.

She stopped for a moment to look out at the wildlands on the edge of town. Mountains rose in the distance, surrounded by a wild and unyielding landscape. Hills and rivers, rock formations and bramble patches. Trees standing proud throughout it all, pine and cedar and maple and oak. They had done well enough creating a space for themselves among the wilderness, bending a small piece of it to their service.

Out there, though… out there was beautiful in its unrestrained growth. The unchecked power of nature was breathtaking to behold. She turned around, taking in their little town. There was beauty here, too.

Her eyes roved across the town, hoping to catch a glimpse of Arondir, though she knew that was unlikely. They should be back today, but, it seemed, not yet.

She was halfway through town on her way back home when a shout of victory sounded from somewhere on her left. The hunting party had arrived back, hauling multiple wild boars, grouse, and two elk. Quite the success. She waited, beaming, for the hunting party to present their prizes. The whole town lit up into cheers and excited chatter. There would be celebrations tonight.

“This is yours?” Bronwyn asked Theo as he set a boar to the ground.

He nodded. “It’s not an elk, of course.” He said, looking pointedly at Arondir, who in turn shook his head.

“Smaller game is just as important.” He turned to Bronwyn, “he was exceptional.”

Theo flushed at that, kneeled in apparent desperation to undo the ropes binding the boar.

“That’s my boy.” Bronwyn said. He was quickly becoming less and less of a boy. He was nearly a man already, and that thought alone brought a sudden rush of tears to her eyes.

She grasped for images of him as a baby, nestled in her arms, forming his first words, pulling himself to stand for the first time. The years had dimmed all but the brightest memories, and even those were hazy at the edges. She remembered how it felt to hold him against her chest, his breath steady and slow as he slept. Heavy but not heavy. How her hands rested on his back and bum, stroked his wisps of baby hair and let his tiny hand grasp her thumb.

Every memory was a moment she missed, desperately wished she could relive just once more, and yet was grateful to have moved past them because it meant that she could be here, right now, bursting with pride at the man her son was growing into.

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The festivities lasted long past sundown, and one whole elk was feasted on, each person getting their portion. Once they’d finally made their way home and readied for a well earned sleep, Bronwyn was reminded there was something particular she needed to tell Arondir. She’d put on her nightdress and sat gingerly at the end of the bed.

“My love.” Her breath seemed to almost disappear, heart pounding so loudly in her chest. He came and sat beside her, immediately aware that she had something that needed saying. She focused on his face for a long moment, trying to picture what features of his their child might have, how those features would mingle with her own to create a whole new face.

“I…am with child.” She said, simply. She preferred to just bluntly speak rather than chasing one’s tail.

“I thought…” he trailed off, surprised, but he did not seem displeased.

“I did too.” She nodded. “I thought I could not, after Theo. And yet.” She looked up at him and smiled.

“With child.” He said again, as though trying to make sure it was real. He was grinning now. “Our child.”

She nodded again and he let out a very uncharacteristic whoop of elation.

Bronwyn laughed, then pulled him close for a kiss and a muffled “Shh, Theo!”

“Well, he’s to know, isn’t he?” Arondir asked, wrapping his arms around her to keep them close.

“Well, yes, but… not yet.”

“Not yet?” He pulled his face back to look into hers.

“I just… don’t know how he’ll take it.” She looked away. “I just want to make sure he’s all right…” she looked back at him, reaching a hand up to stroke his cheek. “With us. With everything.”

He nodded and leaned forward for one more kiss.

“I love you.” He whispered, just before their lips met.

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queenunderthatmountain · 1 year

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My thoughts about rings of power (cuz i love having an opinion yay enjoy)

1. It was kinda...boring? Look, it took me legit 5 months to finish it. ... (I do lord of the rings marathons extended every three months or so. I'm NOT easily bored.)

But the plot just kinda...wasnt really existent? The scenes seemed to take hours each. Still nothing really seemed to happen for the most part.

2. So dramatic

The conversation were so extra and for what? Like, obviously they talk different in middle earth than in my daily life. I have no problem with them talking in methaphors or anecdotes from time to time. But literally EVERY sentence had to be meaningful and deep. I remember Galadriel asking Elendil "where we going" and it took him five minutes to say "home" which stillll doesnt answer the questions.

also not only the dialoges. like there was one scene in which Arondir and Bronwyn were like fleeing from orcs, it was literally slow motion, most tragic music ever, almost identical to Boromirs death and then...nothing happened? They just escaped? Like for what, it was about 10 minutes?

3. I really didnt care about everyone

Sooo that doesnt mean I didnt like anyone. I did like Elrond (idk he was so pretty) and his dwarf besties, Nori was cute, Halbrand was hach alright i just had to give him pretty privilege I'm sorry.

However the other ones... I just didnt like. Like Arondir and Bronwyns storyline I just didnt care about (Sorry, no hate though) and I couldnt stand Isildurs little ass

4. Galadriel

Soo I have to admit I have just started the silmarillion, so I dont really know much about Galadriels depiction in it, but from what I've seen online it wasnt like here. I just...really didnt like her. I wanted to so badly though. But she was just...really annoying? Maybe if I didnt know her from lotr I wouldnt mind finding her so flawed and selfish and proud,( to which she got to feel the consequences after all). But I feel like they just depowerd her by trying to create a stereotypical young adult girlboss. Hey look, she can fight, she's arrogant and needlessly very mean yass girlpower. But Galadriel was already a strong female character. She was wise, powerful (swordfighting or not), she was Lady of Lothlorien, more important than her husband (sorry) and, importantly, respected. Now she just seemed like a brat that noone took seriously.

5. I hated the armour of Numeror knights. So ugly. Looked like an army of fish.

6. Sauron

Well. I'm weak. So, I don't really know anything about him in the silmarillion yet, so I cant rly judge on that (though I'm pretty sure the Haladriel thing was new). Still i kinda like him. Don't get me wrong, lord of the rings is absolutely perfect and I never really minded it, but in it Sauron really only is depicted as like the ultimate definition of evil. I do kinda like to see more of him, to make him more complex, feeling and ahh. Okay so charlie vickers? wow, just wow. Also really well acted I think. I actually still believed he was babygirl till the last minute despite like a thousand theories.

The Haladriel thing? I dont know about it. It is kinda clichee. But interesting. not sure about that.

7. The way the actors and crew were treated is actually horrible and disgusting

So, even though I said lots of negative stuff here it is still a project that many people were passionate about and worked hard on. Saying things like "complete trash" is just mean, and pointsless anyways. I also kinda wanted to like it because Elon Musk didnt.

The racism that the actors were faced with is just so disgusting and straight up dumb. People will buy immortal magical beings as long as theyre no poc. yeah that makes sense right. I'm so sorry for the actors for having to go though this and experience all that.

OVERALL

While it was to be honest somewhat of a disappointment I'm still looking forward to season 2 :)

Anyways everyone should have their own opinions, noone is a truer or better lotr fan because they like or dislike it, and hate against the cast and crew is unacceptable regardless of your opinion.

Sorry for the essay