Theories, Fic and Cute Animals

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔

Hello everyone and welcome to another year of Glorthelion week! An entire week dedicated to Glorfindel and Ecthelion relationship.

The event will run on Tumblr from November 16th to November 22nd. All creations are welcome, as long as it is created by you. Don't forget to tag #glorthelionweek and mention the blog (to make sure I can see your creation in case tags don't work).

Prompts are not mandatory! You can follow them, be inspired by them or let your imagination go wild and create whatever you want! Event rules can be found here.

Prompts 2026:

↳ Day one: A Glance across the Square | The Bells of Festivals | Gifts of the Heart

↳ Day two: Words in the Dark | Following the Star | The Weight of the Sword

↳ Day three: Silver and Gold | Sun and Moon | The Roar of the Waterfall

↳ Day four: Silver Flutes | The Language of Flowers | Water Mirrors

↳ Day five: A Final Glance | Entrusted Secrets | "I will find you again"

↳ Day six: Ashes and Sorrow | Waiting in Mandos | Forever Changed

↳ Day seven: Beyond the Circles of the World | Constellations | The Promise Kept

BUT

peach moon

Source

Image 1: screenshot of a news article from the Intercept. It says:

The origin of student debt: Reagan adviser warned free college would create a dangerous “educated proletariat”. In 1970, Roger Freeman, who also worked for Nixon, revealed the right's motivation for coming decades of attacks on higher education.

Image 2: screenshot of tweet by MC Squared (@/mcsquared34)

Student debt was created to instill discipline in students, when you graduate from college with >$100,000k in debt, it may take a lifetime to pay off, you have no choice but to enter the capitalist machine, all that stuff about hope or changing the world disappears really quick.

i am scouring the internet like the victorians scoured and destroyed all trace of joy and color from stolen relics for the LOST NAME OF THE ANCIENT PROCESS of textile-creation akin to knitting/crocheting/nålebinding that at least one academic/crafter used to recreate the leggings on this Glorious Motherfucker:

Archer statue from the Temple of Aphaia (ca. 480 BC) next to a reconstruction of its original paint job:

The leggings and sleeves would have created using a method called SPRANG which predates knitting and is over 3,000 years old. What's even sexier is modern artisans managed to recreate the entire outfit using the original method!

Mmm-HMM, love me a shapely thigh in harlequin hosiery. Put👏men👏in👏clingy-ass👏clothing👏again👏👏👏

Unfortunately english sources are hard to find, partly because Google's a shithole, but also because this textile project comes from a German museum, in Germany, where people tend to speak (and publish) in German. That said, the original link is to a short-but-sweet article I would have had no problem finding in 30 seconds a mere few years ago. fortunately i have clever beautiful insane people following me, but alas not everyone has such luxury. thanks to everyone in the notes who shoved themselves down this rabbithole with me!

The Sons of Feanor and their relationship (or lack of it) with violence.

Maedhros isn't a violent person by nature, not before his capture and not after either. He's a politician, with passive aggressiveness the closest and more egregious of the violence others accuse him of. He's kind, definitely kinder than all his brothers, and the necessitated violence against Morgoth and the orcs only comes out of a duty to his family and his people. He is and never was a violent person - not during the first, second, third, and even the accused fourth kinslaying - and he finds the acts that constitute violence terribly constricting, in the same way the Oath is.

Maglor, for all that he was hailed as the mildest of Feanor's sons, has far too much of his father's fire. Perhaps, had they been less hated and more understood, people would have eventually realized that the reason Maglor was said to have less of that hot-headedness that ran in the family is because he was far too similar to the sea. His songs start out as laments and odes to those he considers his, and they devolve ultimately, involuntarily, and inevitably into battle songs. He's not proud of it, not ever, but he is comforted by the power of his voice on the field; he is thrilled by the black blood of their enemies seeping out of their eyes and ears before his sword removes their heads from their bodies; he is angered by the traitors, the ones who drown themselves in guilt for their choices and actions, the ones who shame others for actions they too would have taken. He is far angrier than his brothers, and far angrier at them in turn, than anyone would ever understand.

Celegorm the Cruel they call him, and they are not wrong. He was named for his hastiness, his temper, his impulsiveness. He was hailed a hunter, a friend of Orome the Vala. It's funny that they don't connect the two and realize how contradictory the statements are. A hunter can't afford to be impulsive or hasty, not when they stalk their prey, wait and watch, and follow, as it goes about unknowing of the danger following it. He enjoys the hunt in a way perhaps only those of Orome's train understand. He's been impulsive occasionally, hunting under time constraints, and even then, something in his blood thrums against it. He earned his title of The Cruel, he knows that well, and sometimes, pride is the only emotion he can muster up at the thought. He is a hunter; he enjoys the slow, taunting, cruel violence of the hunt; he enjoys the kind, merciful, speed of the kill. There is no crueler torture in the hunt beyond that of a prey trying to outrun the predator, even when they know they'll lose. He might be hot-headed, but he has never been violent when he loses his temper, and perhaps, that causes others to be warier around him.

Caranthir valued brute strength to the slow taunting that Celegorm preferred, or the gruesomeness Maglor did. He was perhaps more a fan of efficiency than violence, as concepts. He did not care for the kill; he did not care for the adrenaline. If it furthered his goals, and made for a quicker resolution, then he was willing to engage in nearly anything to achieve it. He cared little for the guilt associated with it, nor with the regret. It mattered not to him if they called him apathetic or cold-hearted, he was well aware of what he was, well aware that they were right.

Curufin, contrary to popular claim, wasn't a violent person. He never advocated for violence, especially not when he had to commit it, although he certainly incited the urge in others. He much preferred words. The sight of them seeping into others minds, of them questioning and doubting and acting rashly based merely off rumours, of them being affected enough that they would resort to the kinds of acts they never would have dreamed of being capable of, that thrilled him far more than the acts themselves. He never wanted to be the cause of violence, although he rather enjoyed being a voyeur of it. 'Adding fuel to the fire' is what Maedhros once accused him of, and Curufin had never bothered trying to refute that statement.

【UNWAVERING】