Númenorean Hobbit Lass at your service

as of yesterday, my longfic reached 300k words. appreciate the three people still reading it very much. y'all keep me going.

Hi hello! I have not become a missing person; I'm just in the middle of my ranger season and haven't had reliable access to WiFi. Daily activities have included! Night hiking, hunting for aquatic macroinvertebrates, quilting, mimicking gray-cheeked salamanders, mimicking fireflies, inadvertently attracting owls, avoiding elk, wrangling chickens, dressing in 19th century garb and baking cornbread on the hearth of a 126-year old house, other duties as assigned. A standard season!

Anyway, I saw this ren faire photo from user Shakespeare922 on reddit and had to turn it into twentysomething Boromir suited up for tournament. HAD to.

+ the Good old clonazepam :3

Deathbed Gown

Éowyn — The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

Nienna

Obviously Celebrían goes on to create her own legacy as the lady of Rivendell, but I can’t help but wonder if she ever felt the strain of being bound to such a great figure as Galadriel.

Three years after their wedding, Erendis gave birth to their first and only child, a daughter whose beauty was striking even from an early age (her name, Ancalimë, translates to “brightest”). Erendis, hiding her fear of Aldarion’s longing to sail yet again, hoped that the birth of their daughter would keep Aldarion from his journeys, as he might desire an heir (as at this time, the custom was that the Sceptre would pass to the eldest son, and Ancalimë was a girl ).

However, in this she was wrong. Aldarion’s mind was set far ahead and had dreams of the glory and wealth of future Kings of Númenor. When Erendis learned that Aldarion had been building ships without her knowledge, she confronted him about the matter.is answer that he “planted more [trees] than were felled”, however,  put an end to the discussion, and they didn’t speak of it again. 

Once Ancalimë reached four years of age, Aldarion openly declared his desire to sail once more. Erendis could not respond in words; clearly she felt she had already said all that needed to be said. Aldarion celebrated his daughter's birthday before he left, but when Ancalimë  asked where he would take her that summer, he didn’t reply.The next morning, he was gone. He returned only when all was prepared, and he came to bid them farewell. 

This time, Erendis did not come to the harbour to bestow the Bough of Return, marking a distinct shift in their relationship. This troubled Aldarion, and separately a new pain grew in Erendis; now she did not only hate the sea — she hated the trees too, as they reminded her of masts of great ships. And so shortly after Aldartion’s departure, Erendis left Armenelos to live in Emerië, in her white house given to her as a gift. There, by the sound of sheep alone comforted her. There, she distanced herself and her daughter from any man that might do them harm.She began to pass down the bitterness she had in her heart toward men to her daughter.