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"Once upon a time in a far away land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the Prince was spoilt, selfish and unkind. But then, one winter’s night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the Prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman’s ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The Prince tried to apologise but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart. As punishment she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful spell over the castle and all who lived there."

(Source: someonelikehugh)

House of Haleth Family Tree Fun!!!!

Sooo Brandir’s parents were interesting.

Handir (son of Haldir and Gloredhel daughter of Hador) married Beldis of the house of Beor.

Who was thirty years older than him.

I’m not being thick, right? Someone check my maths and the family tree. She was born in 411, he was born in 441. That’s…a pretty unusual situation, right?

Oh my gosh wait, she’s older than both his parents!!

Okay but there must be an interesting story there. Had she been married before? If not, why not? Was it an advantageous match? I’m not convinced - what, at that point, could they hope to get out of each other? By the time their son’s born, it’s five years after the death of Barahir. The house of Beor is well and truly scattered.

…did they just fall in love and decide why the heck not? That would actually be really sweet. As long as both parties are above a certain age - I’m thinking above twenty - I really like relationships with an age difference (yes, Beren/Luthien, Idril/Tuor, I knooooooow I’m stupidly predictable).

But I dunno, maybe there’s another reason I haven’t thought of.

She was fifty four when she had her son though, wow. Sorry love, I think you really can’t appear in this fic, you’re almost certainly dead :(

nerdynell asked:

What if the reason Idril doesn't wear shoes is because she slipped on the ice because her shoes were too big and she was really unsure in them and she fell in and her mom came in after and that's why she doesn't wear shoes because it's better to blame footwear instead of herself (but she does anyways)

How dare you.

So, yeah, maybe? I do think she partly (completely wrongly) blamed herself for a while - hopefully not forever, but initially - just because Turgon rescued her first, and couldn’t go back in for Elenwë (he was already “close to death”, and well by that time Elenwë could have been more than close).

And I do think the shoes and the name “Celebrindal” are linked to the Helcaraxë, although that’s just headcanon. So…headcanon under consideration?


My March sketchbook project was actually a fan rendition of the Lay of Leithian. :) I’m going to be posting the entire thing on Smackjeeves, and you can read it »here!«

It will be updating once daily until it’s done. The style is pretty loose and sketchy, mostly because I really thought I’d be able to do the whole thing in one month, which I now realize was an insane overestimation of my abilities, ha.

I used band lyrics wherever there’s singing in the story because I am crap at coming up with that kind of thing on my own. :)

kaywinnet asked:

my mother said, Fingolfin

Late meme the 3rd.

The Helcaraxë - early in the journey.


  Finally the ice gave way, and Findekáno nearly lost his balance.

  ‘Steady,’ said Nolofinwë, unnecessarily.

  Findekáno bit back a cutting reply, and together they levered the square of ice out of the way.

  ‘How big is the thing you’re planning to spear?’ Turukáno asked. ‘I don’t think the hole needs to be that big, the light will change and the prey will be scared off-’

  With his brother, Findekáno didn’t bother holding back. ‘Thank you, Turno, that is so helpful now we’ve finished.’

  ‘Well I couldn’t see the dimensions of it properly before you moved it-’

  ‘Noise will not help,’ Nolofinwë interrupted. ‘I suggest three of us try making another hole, a short distance away, we can’t all crouch around the same hole with a spear.’

  ‘Who gets the decent one?’ Arakáno asked.

  ‘The person who’s the best shot,’ said Nolofinwë.

  There was an awkward pause.

  Irissë reached over and hefted the best spear.

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'They buried the body of Felagund upon the hill-top of his own isle, and it was clean again; and the green grave of Finrod Finarfin's son, fairest of all the princes of the Elves, remained inviolate, until the land was changed and broken, and foundered under destroying seas. But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar.' - Of Beren and Lúthien, The Silmarillion.

Death of Felagund, by lyazgina


A fic lottery request for iwantedtoadoreit .

Níniel, >1000 words

Níniel, specifically, not Niënor…that’s interesting.

Because of course – this is still the woman who backchats dragons. This is definitely still the woman who won’t let someone she loves go off into peril on their own.

And yet, losing all the experience of her life as Niënor…how could she not be a different person, in some ways?

Annnnnd, yeah, technically incest warning, because Níniel. No details, but she is already pregnant soooo.

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