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You were surrounded by people far more fit than you.
Caleb's friends from the DAA all visibly maintain a strict diet. Whether they were reluctant or it was easy for them to accept, as it seemed to be the case with Caleb, they were incredibly disciplined.
Patrick, Blythe, and Caleb barely skim their menus. It doesn't take longer than a minute for them to search through the short salad selection. It felt sinful to even glance at the desserts in your own menu.
"Has everyone decided what they want to order?"
The waitress swings by your table, carrying your drinks on a black platter. All four of the glasses were filled with ice water. Yes, you were planning to order yourself a nice carbonated beverage when you first arrived at the restaurant. But when all three of your companions chose to drink water, you got silently peer pressured.
"Can I have the caesar salad please? No dressing." Patrick is the first to give his order.
"I'll have a garden salad." Caleb was a part of this too? When did the boy you grew up with turn into such a health freak?
"A chef's salad for me, please and thank you." Blythe begins to gather the guy's menus, stacking them up for the waitress. She patiently waits for you to give the waitress the last order.
It would be one thing to be the odd one out and not order a salad. But you just had to be the last order out of all of your friends. Every eye was focused on you now. They would all be watching you, wanting to know what you were about to eat.
You were a hunter in training. Maybe this was the wake-up call you didn't know you needed. If you want to succeed, you'll have to be in the best shape possible, just like them. From now on, you'll stop eating so carelessly. Opening your mouth, you copy Caleb's order to stop thinking about it.
"I'll have the garden-"
"She would like the chicken sandwich, please."
Before the word salad can escape your mouth, Caleb cuts you off. You can feel the weight of the table's attention shift away from you and over to Caleb as he speaks up. He doesn't let it distract him, meeting your eyes only.
"That's what you were eyeing before, right? You want fries or onion rings with it?"
"Caleb..."
"Fries or onion rings, pipsqueak." It wasn't a question anymore. He wasn't giving you the opportunity to order a salad as your side either. Fries or onion rings. One or the other.
"Fries please," you mumble. You've always known Caleb is observant. But how in the world had he managed to see right through you? He knew exactly what you wanted to order without you having to say a word.
Caleb wasn't just observant. You're starting to wonder if he's psychic as well.
"Chicken sandwich and fries." With finality, Caleb slides the menu from your side of the table over to Blythe's.
Scribbling your order into her notepad, the waitress walks away from your table, heading out of sight to give the chefs your orders. Nervous, you peek at Patrick and Blythe through your eyelashes, anticipating their judgment.
And there was judgment. The two students are quirking their brow at Caleb. Like he had just done something unusual but not something unexpected. Caleb doesn't appear bothered by the exasperation coming from his friends.
"You brought your wallet, didn't you? Don't worry about it. Me and you are sharing a bill."
"Caleb, my chicken sandwich was like double the price of your salad. That's not fair at all. I'll pay for my own meal."
"Shush. You came all this way just to pay me a visit. Eat whatever you want. I'll take care of it." Under the table, his foot nudges yours.
"And since when did you feel guilty about forcing me to me pay for you? It feels like yesterday a grumpy little apple would call me a cheapskate if I didn't donate my allowance to buy her candy."
"Mmn?" Through half-lidded eyes you watch Tara tuck your phone into the safety of your purse. Did you give it to her earlier? You don't recall giving her the password either.
Though, your memory wasn't the most trustworthy at the moment. When you close your eyes, the rest of the world fades into nothingness around you. The party was an assault to the senses. The room reeks of sweat and booze, the music pounds in your ears, and everything was far too bright.
When Tara had invited you for a night out you assumed the two of you would swing by a bar, grab a few drinks, order some food, and catch a back home. Instead, she took you to a 'friend of a friends' house. Stepping through the front door made you think you had time traveled back to your college days.
How had a grown adult managed to turn their abode into a frat house? But also- why would anyone ever want that?
The party continues. Your body slumping over in your seat, neck crooked at an odd angle, wasn't enough to catch the concern of partygoers. The music thump, thump, thumps the walls of the hideous house. The glittering disco sloppily attached to the ceiling flashes nauseating colors, illuminating the cold sweat beading on your brow.
"Tara?" Blindly, you reach out for your best friend. You couldn't be sure she was still close to you. Your eyes have been closed since you saw her return your phone into your bag. All you know is that you were tired of astral projecting. You need to hold onto someone before you float away for good.
"I think someone spiked my drink." Blessedly, Tara takes hold of your fumbling hand. Her soft skin cools your overheated body. God, even if Tara is the one who brought you to this shitty party in the first place, she was still a perfect angel in your hazy eyes. You'd be all alone if she wasn't here watching over you.
"I don't think so baby. I was with you all night. You feel sick because you threw back three shots."
Maybe you let a little too loose tonight. In your defense, there was alcohol at every corner in this place. You weren't even able to take a bathroom break without someone stuttering drunk shoving an old, warm beer bottle into your hands.
Places like these were not your scene.
"Caleb's coming? When's he gonna be here?"
Forget whatever you were just talking about. Tara's words from earlier had suddenly clicks in your mind. She called Caleb to come pick you up. That must be why you gave her your phone.
Right now, what you want more than anything is to be at Caleb's side. With the music making your head pound, sweaty bodies brushing past you, and the puke bubbling in your empty, acid filled stomach, you want your safe space to come save you from this madness.
Ignoring the fact Caleb might be a little upset with you for not letting him know you were going out drinking tonight. It hadn't seemed important earlier when you thought you were going to a regular bar. Your mistake was when you neglected to give your location. Or pick up your phone the entire time you've been out.
Whatever. You'll accept the consequences of a disappointed Caleb. As long as he brings you back home to an actual bed.
He won't leave you alone when he's upset. He would never abandon you. Somewhere deep in your soul you know it to be true.
"You never told me he lives in Skyhaven. I was ready to find someone else in your contacts to come. But he seemed pretty insistent about being the one to pick you up. He said it would be thirty minutes tops."
Tara's mouth twists into a thoughtful frown.
"It's pretty late. There aren't going to be many trains running at this time. How is he sure he'll be here that fast?"
"He's Caleb. Caleb always finds a way." Or rather, Caleb owns a personal aircraft he can use as he pleases. But you don't feel like opening up that can of worms to Tara right now.
The playlist shuffles to another song. The bass thrumming through the radio shakes you down to your skeleton. Idly, you wonder how many times the owner of this house has received noise complaints from his neighbors.
Whoever was behind this stupid party is incredibly lucky they don't live anywhere near you. You put up with enough in your day to day life. One thing you would not tolerate is your neighbors blasting music at two in the morning.
Leaning your heavy head against Tara's shoulder, you try to let the world go quiet around you.
"Hey. Wake up."
Ah, there he is. The person you've been waiting for. The warmth of his large hand seeps through the strap of your dress. He's gentle as he shakes you awake.
It's a fight to peel your heavy eyes open, trying to regain control of your blurry vision. The world has been spinning around you for hours now. You kept your eyes closed, blocking out the dizziness to the best of your ability. But now, you have something you really want to look at.
"Hm. My hero."
The tension in Caleb's face is highlighted by the glittery lights strobing on the ceiling. Tara's call must have really worried him. It hadn't even taken him half an hour to fly all the way from Skyhaven to this strange, rundown property that neither of you will be setting foot on again.
It was probably just the alcohol. But the lighting makes it look like there's a halo floating over Caleb's head. Weirdly, you don't question it. It feels fitting. Like it's always been there, hidden from view.
Your drunken mind accepts Caleb's angelic appearance. Just as quickly as you accept it you're already moving on. Your body didn't have the energy to keep up with all these divulging trains of thoughts.
The worry creasing Caleb's face stutters. His purple eyes widen when his ears pick up on that single, precious word.
Hero.
"Silly girl."
He shouldn't take you seriously right now, he reminds himself. Your friend told him over the phone just how much you've had to drink tonight. You were bound to say pointless, silly things you didn't truly mean in such a state.
Caleb could replay that short moment over in his mind later when you're safe. This worry that's been building in his chest since he picked up the phone will only go away once he sees you tucked into bed, snuggled under the blanket like a sleepy kitten after drinking too much milk.
He'll think of how relieved you appeared when your eyes landed on him. How happy you looked just because he showed up. How that voice he loves so much called him your hero.
Some other time. Right now, all Caleb wants to have you home with him. These people were all too careless around you. He has to get you away from them.
Your slumped position doesn't cause him inconvenience. The booze had already convinced you that you've suddenly become weightless. You feel light as a feather as your large boyfriend sweeps you into his loving arms.
"I'll get her home safely. Thank you for calling me. And for looking after her."
Only half paying attention, Caleb bids Tara farewell with a grateful nod. It's unfair how easy it is for him to be charming. Everyone in your life is drawn like a moth to a flame with your Caleb. Yes, you should be grateful that your friends get along so well with your boyfriend.
Telling yourself that doesn't make it easier.
"Bye Tara..." Not wanting to leave without saying goodbye, no matter how sleepy you are, you lift your hand to give Tara a weak wave.
"Bye! Make sure to take it easy tomorrow, okay?"
"Mhm. I will." As if Caleb would let you do anything but have an easy day. You're a little afraid he might put you on a twenty-four hour lockdown for being so reckless.
Keeping you safe in his arms, Caleb starts to weave through the dancing, mindless drunkards stumbling all around the room. With your head leaning against his chest you're able to catch strong whiffs of Caleb's familiar cologne. The cologne manages to protect your nostrils from the pungent, musty stench you've been suffering for hours.
"Oh, life is worth living again."
The comforting embrace of freedom comes in the form of a cool night breeze, tickling along your flushed cheeks. Caleb pushes the front door open with his foot, releasing you from that hell disguised as a fun time. Even if it isn't enough to sober you, it's certainly an improvement in environment.
"I figured you'd be warm. I kept it cool in my aircraft on my way here. You'll be comfortable."
Caleb carries you a good distance before the two of you arrive at his personal vehicle. The craft was far too large for the humble parking lots of Linkon or the narrow street of the party house. It was best to keep something like that tucked out of the public eye anyway. He's careful as he sets your limp body in the passenger seat. He does the work of buckling you up.
A while ago, you noticed Caleb doesn't have a matching seat belt installed into his own seat. You haven't asked him. There was no point in answering when part of you already knows he built a buckle on the passenger just for you.
"Open your eyes for a sec, pip. I have some water for you." Carefully prying your fingers out of their clenched position, exposing the sticky sweat clinging to your palms, he passes you a cup. One of those fancy cups that can keep your drinks cold for hours.
"Drink up. We're not going home until you've had at least half the cup. I also have refills if you get thirsty on the way home."
"You filled the cup to the brim. Can't I just drink a third of it then we go?"
"Nope."
"You're the worst."
Wrapping your lips around the straw, you do your best to take slow, easy sips. Water probably won't make you anymore nauseous than you currently are. But it never hurts to be careful.
"Yup. Turns out I'm not a hero at all. I'm an evil monster who makes sure this little flower stays hydrated."
Caleb's hand reaches out, looming ominously over your head. For a second you're convinced he's about to tousle your sweaty hair.
You should start giving him more credit. Instead of worsening the matted tangles already beginning to form on your scalp he brushes away the strands sticking in front of your eyes.
"I drank half."
"Did you?"
Caleb's eyes drift to the cup in your hand. He's not able to see inside of it. But he can hear the water sloshing on the inside when you shake the bottle, proudly showing him that yes, you were actually behaving.
You've had a decent amount, even if it wasn't exactly half.
"Good job." Temporarily satisfied with your easy obedience, Caleb quits crowding your space. Checking to make sure you're properly buckled one last time, he makes his way over to the driver's seat.
The aircraft thrums as it lifts off of the ground. Less than a decade ago Caleb was happy to earn his first car through long hours of work, through blood sweat and tears. He's been the designated driver since that day, letting you tag along in the passenger seat nearly every time.
It was odd how much life can change in such short amounts of time.
Flying like this with Caleb had made you dizzy the first few times. But after so many times sitting in this seat, it feels no different than taking a ride in a car.
The trip home, the home in Skyhaven that was slowly becoming yours, was mercifully quiet for the first few minutes. Caleb must sense that the worst headache of your life is starting to creep up on you. It's starting to tickle around the edges around your skull, warning you of what's to come.
Whether you would survive tomorrow morning's hangover was up in the air.
"What were you doing at a place like that anyways?"
Nevermind. Caleb was an inconsiderate jerk who would scold you hangover or no hangover. This was just the beginning stage of the healthy dose of disappointment heading your way.
"Tara invited me. I thought we were just gonna go to a bar."
"Your friend from work? She brought you there?"
"Don't be mad at Tara, Caleb. I wasn't in any danger. Everyone at the party was just really rowdy. I'm fine."
"And what if you hadn't been?"
Caleb never raises his voice. Never escalates these rare arguments that barely pop up in your relationship. It's only the arguments regarding your safety that ever manage to grow tense.
His voice is level, his posture remains calm. But you see as his worn hands begin to squeeze the life out of the poor wheel.
Caleb rarely gets angry. But Caleb is afraid. All of the time.
"You didn't even text to tell me you were going out tonight. Did you check your phone at all? You should know the kind of people who go to parties like that. If something had happened to you, it could have been hours before I knew anything was wrong. I'm not trying to insult your friend. But I don't trust her to keep you safe like I can."
Caleb has a habit of making you feel like a child. His care for your safety is always so sincere. Sure, he could be controlling, possessive too. And he keeps your best interest in his heart through it all.
"Caleb? I'm really, really sorry."
Caleb has the power to tell when you give him fake crocodile tear apologies and when you give him true, honest atonements. You truly mean this apology. Arguments with Caleb used to drag on for days at a time all because you refused to let go of your pride and just say sorry. Even when most of those times you had been totally in the wrong.
You were both adults now. Your relationship was only just beginning to blossom. You aren't willing to trample over this budding seedling because you couldn't let go of your childish stubbornness.
"That... Was unusually fast. Are you sure you don't have something else you need to tell me?"
"No. I just know that I was wrong. And you deserve an apology. So, I'm sorry Caleb."
Leaning forward, the seat belt tightening slightly around your chest, you try to catch his gaze. He's been staring out of the windshield this whole time. Even though there clearly wasn't any traffic in the open sky.
"Drunk words are sober thoughts, right? Ask me anything. I want to start being honest."
You can nearly see the thoughts running wild through Caleb's head. It never used to be this easy to get you to agree with him. Clearly, your easy apology has caught your boyfriend off guard.
But the offer you've laid willingly at his feet is too enticing to ignore. His white knuckle grip on the steering wheel begins to ease.
"How are you feeling?"
"Really, Caleb? I said you could ask me anything you want. Why is that what you want to know?"
"Because you said you would answer honestly. I want to know."
One of his hands departs from the wheel. It finds its way onto your thigh, as it always does when you're his passenger princess. He's only waited this long to touch you this way tonight because you needed to have this conversation.
"How are you feeling? Tell me, please."
"Honestly? I don't know if I've ever felt worse. I haven't gotten this drunk since college. I want to puke my guts out, dig my own grave, and crawl into the ground for the next hundred years."
"Hmph." Caleb's hand delicately squeezes your thigh through your wrinkled skirt.
"I can't offer you a grave. Can I offer a long night of sleeping together in bed instead?"
"Not quite the same. But I suppose I can settle." Sighing for dramatics, you tilt your tired, heavy body to the side. You don't realize how nearly all of your weight was being supported by Caleb. He was bearing the majority of the burden, as he usually does.
"One more question. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better before we get home?" The atmosphere gets a little less playful when Caleb asks you this. Seeing you like this, drunk out of your mind, worn to the bone, pulls on the heartstrings that only respond to you.
"Hm... There's one thing. Say 'I forgive you, baby.' I'll feel all better again."
What a little trickster Caleb had raised. Your ready apology earlier was almost successful in convincing him that you've matured. Turns out, you were still an annoying little kid at heart.
Spoiled. You've been taking advantage of this weakness of his since you had met. You'll be worming your way out of trouble for a long time yet.
Fantasy Guide to Employment: Household of a Castle
The castle does not run itself. The castle would remain a pile of stones without servants to keep it running. The guide below focuses on the private household of the lord himself, anybody who worked inside the main keep of the castle. I will be expanding outside the walls in a future post.
The Steward/Seneschal
This person was the head of the household staff. They would have the task of running things on the Lord's estate. They are the managers, so it is up to them to keep the staff in line. The steward would keep the castle accounts and keep the lord informed of all of the goings on of the lands and tenants. They would have to be educated needing to do accounts and write letters. Though the castle's Lady would be expected to do all these things, the steward served as a backup and assistant in all the tasks even representing the lord and lady when they were unavailable.
The Chamberlain
The chamberlain is the servant employed to look after the Lord's bedchamber. He would look after the Lord's clothes as well and keep track of the other servants' liveries, the official uniforms of the guards, pages and squires. This was not always the case, some larger households had a separate office but most medium seized manors and castles lumped them together. The chamberlain's main task was ensuring the lord was kept happy. He would even be the last servant a lord would see at night before he went to bed at night. They would be educated.
The Marshal
A Marshal was in charge of the stables as well as the military presence in the castle. They would oversee the household's horses, carts, wagons, and containers. He oversaw blacksmiths, horse grooms and stableboys. He also oversaw the transporting of goods. The Marshal was sometimes in charge of disciplining servants. They would likely come from a middle class background as well as having military experience and education.
The Page
A page was a young noble boy about seven years old who would be sent to serve a Lord. He would be in charge of tidying up after the lord, carrying messages to other servants and occupants of the castle and serving him at meals. Unlike others on the list, the page would not be paid. His experience was his payment as he would learn the running of a castle and manners of a lord.
The Lady's Maid
The lady's maid is be the female body attendant of the castle's noble women. She would be in charge of caring for the lady's chamber and her things. She would dress the lady and attend her wherever she would. (The lady's maid would basically do all the work a chamberlain would but you know the wage gap...)
Maidservant
A housemaid/maidservant works to clean the castle. She would be among the first to awaken every morning. Her first task would be sweeping the floors. The thing with mediaeval floors a that they were often covered with a thin layer of rushes, a kind of grass. Weekly if not daily, a maidservant would be expected to change out the rushes and scatter new ones. If it really needed it, she would scrub the stone floors which would be done with a soap called lye, made from ashes and lard. The maidservant would also be expected to go into the bedchambers when the occupants awoke. She would empty the chamberpots if need be. She would get rid of the ashes from the fire and ready the fire for later. She would make up the bed or strip it for the laundresses. She would wash anything that needed washing including furniture and ornaments.
Laundress
The laundress was responsible for the cleaning of anything made of fabric in the household. The laundress would have to fetch their own water either from the castle well or from a nearby river. They would heat the water in large vats and add lye soap (the most popular of the cleaning agents). The constant exposure to soap and hot water was physically tough on the hands of the laundresses and their backs. When the detergents were added to the water, the laundress would dump them into the vat and stir that shit like soup. To dry it they would pin it out on lines or beat the water from it. The laundress might make money by selling secrets. Since they are handling unmentionables, they knew what happened behind closed bedchamber doors or what didn't.
Nursemaid
The nursemaid was in charge of the castle's children. They would ensure the child was fed, washed and generally kept alive while the parents would either be away at court or busy with the lands. The nursemaid would be a common woman from the surrounding lands who would come in to care for a noble child in the stead of the mother who would be expected to get on with other jobs. The nursemaid would be an underlying of the noble governess, a sort of hands-off nanny.
Cook
The cook was one of the most important servants in the castle. They would have the task of overseeing the running of the kitchens and keeping supplies in order. They would likely be on call at all times. Henry VIII's cook was often woken in the night because his royal master wanted a midnight snack. The cook was a valued member of the household and would have been highly sought after if they were a very skilled cook. Cooks would have been paid a handsome wage.
Scullion
The scullion was the lowest member of staff. They would be responsible for scrubbing and cleaning the servants quarters and the kitchens. They would scrub floors with lye, scour pots with sand, sweep put the fireplace and clean up after the other servants. They were the first to rise in a castle and tasked to light all the fires in the kitchens.
Payment & Lifestyle
Within the mediaeval household, payment came from the hand of the steward. As the Lord's manager of accounts, he was in charge of paying staff.
The grander jobs in the castle such as the marshal, the chamberlain, nursemaid and lady's maid would pay better. They would have certain privileges including better bedchambers.
A nursemaid who was breastfeeding the Lord's children would be a valued member of staff. She would be fed better than the other servants.
The page would sleep in a chamber off the lord's bedchamber or sometimes at the foot of the bed. A page would wear the Lord's livery so he would be dressed on the Lord's coin.
The chamberlain would have rooms close to the lord and lady, just in case they were needed by the master in any kind of emergency.
The cook would sleep near the kitchens so they were close enough just in case they are needed in the night.
The other household servants would all sleep in chambers together. The women would sleep in one and the men would sleep in another. Nightly dalliances were frowned upon massively.
Most servants came from the surrounding lands of the castle. When the lord and his family were away at court or somewhere else, there would be a drop in employment. Everything would be cut down ex. Instead of three laundry maids, only one might stay on after the lord goes. The steward, the marshal, the chamberlain, the page, the cook, the nursemaid and the lady's maid were all important staff so their job would be permanent.
J. R. R. Tolkien: no, my books aren't about the war I experienced. It's just a story
J. R. R. Tolkien's works: you cannot go home, war ends entire bloodlines, you are mourning the death of your brother alone, you dug into the earth and permanently scored the land, you cannot explain what you have been through, you cannot go home, "that wound will never fully heal. He will carry it the rest of his life", leaving the women behind does not save them, the young die first, you cannot go home, the parent will bury their child, you have lost the wives and you will never connect with them again, "how shall any tower withstand such numbers and such reckless hate?", you are not the same, you cannot go home, you can never go home, your father will only side with those he sees as worthy bloodlines and you cannot change his mind, it is more meaningful Not to kill, sometimes your sacrifice accomplishes nothing, you cannot go home
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Here is a collection of Geneology I have been able to discern based on my own research.
1 - Olwe is the father of Earwen (Galadriel's mother)
2 - Finarfin is the son-in-law of Olwe
3 - Earwen is Elmo's niece
4 - Finarfin is the half brother of Feanor?
5 - Maedhros is the son of Feanor, making Finarfin Maedhros' half nephew
6 - Finarfin married Olwe's daughter Earwen
7 - By marriage, this makes Finarfin the nephew-in-law of Thingol
8 - Oropher is the biological nephew of Thingol (Oropher being the son of Elmo), making Thranduil into Thingol's great nephew, making Legolas Thingol's great grand nephew
Speculations, not solid on these at all:
1 - Oropher and Earwen are cousins?
2 - Thranduil and Galadriel are 1st cousins once removed??
3 - Legolas and Celebrian are 2nd cousins twice removed???
4 - Oropher and Celebrian are 1st cousins twice removed????
This is what I have thought of so far. Please please please let me know If I'm correct, or what's wrong with any of my assessments. I also thought up a question that I've been thinking about for days but I just cannot for the life of me figure out the connection. If Finarfin is the nephew-in-law of Thingol, and Legolas is Thingol's great grand nephew, then HOW are Legolas and Finarfin related? Is it even possible that they are??
I prefer Oropher being somewhat more removed generationally myself. If he was Celeborn’s brother it’d put him closer to the throne even if he was further away in the line of succession you know? He’d be pretty far away in either case, (especially if he was a younger son and let me tell you with how he acts I sometimes suspect…) and I mean keep in mind that elvish policy on succession seems to be ‘there is no policy’ because nobody ever expects their kings to die so there’s ALL KINDS OF UPROAR when they do. One of my main reasons though is despite the fact that we know BASICALLY NOTHING about Celeborn he’s more of a major player in the legendarium than Nimloth is and certainly more than Galathil, and brother to me felt like it might be too close a connection. I’m probably just being silly here because lbh if you know much of anything about ANY of these characters you’ve long since entered the realm of deep tolkien but w/e w/e I kept worrying people would accuse me of shoving him in too close.
I also tend to headcanon that Oropher can’t stand Galadriel and so I guess a generational gap would make for less awkward family dinners there, though admittedly it would have been way worse after the fall of Doriath than before but oh my gosh don’t get me started on my headcanons and theories I HAVE TOO MANY.
I definitely agree that Oropher is fairly young comparatively. I’m fairly sure my tree would make Celeborn his uncle unless I’ve gotten my whos mixed up, but regardless I’m pretty well convinced that Celeborn is older. I don’t have really firm birthdays nailed out for any of these guys but generally I tend to think of Celeborn as having been born in the years of the trees and Oropher as actually having been born in the first age. I think he got married early-ish and probably had Thranduil when he was like 3-400ish, and that Thranduil was born very shortly before the Fall of Doriath, like he was 30-60 or so when it happened. Young enough that he would have been more likely to survive, old enough for him to have a good memory of what things were like and for everything to be that much more traumatizing.
My own headcanon Oropher wears his heart on his sleeve, is a terrible liar, and cares way too much for his own good about all sorts of things. He’s very *passionate* all around but yeah no I don’t think he was ever really groomed as a king but more just he was close enough around those who were or who were acting as kings that he still had a pretty good idea of politics and something. I have like an entire essay I wrote on Oropher and the Silvan and the Noldor and the like quasi-colonial aspects of the Noldor coming over and how he wanted to protect the silvan which is flawed but darn it he tries. I have sunk way too much time into thinking about the Sindar and especially the line of Oropher, who Tolkien gave so little of his love oh my gosh.
Trying to make this more palatable as a reblog, we’ll see how much tumblr does/doesn’t fuck it up. *fingers crossed*
I actually originally headcanoned Oropher as being one of Olwe’s sons that decided to stay in Middle-Earth instead of continuing on to Aman, but eventually decided that would make him older than I see him (along with the names thing). I don’t think Oropher would have been born in the Years of the Trees, but instead early-ish in the First Age. We don’t really have dates for how old a lot of the characters are, but I would put money on Galadhon and both his sons having been born (in the Years of the Trees) and probably Nimloth as well.
I think we agree that Oropher probably would have been about 300-400 when Thranduil was born, since I see him (Thranduil) as being born around FA 400 or so, so he would have been relatively young during the Second Kin-Slaying (I usually go with about ~100 years old), but still an adult at that point. I’m definitely willing to wiggle around on this, though, I could see him as young as 30 at that point, but I definitely think he was alive to live through it. So Oropher was born either at the very beginning of the First Age or up to FA 100, then Thranduil at about FA 400. (So I think we’re largely agreed on that, too! It makes sense to me, because I see him as distrusting of the Dwarves and the Noldor, but not to the point that Oropher was, who would have been older and probably had more time to be simmering up his rage about all of it.)
And, I mean, a lot of stuff happened in those early years, but it was also relatively quiet, all things considered, so I think that would have been the perfect time for Oropher’s parents to decide, sure, let’s have a kid! (Oropher, on the other hand, being as passionate and intense as he is, as defiant as he is, could well have decided to have a child during tense times as a giant fuck you to the Noldor, like they will not repress him, he’ll practically throw it back in their faces that he’s going to continue to live.)
I think it also makes a lot of sense that Oropher would have an idea of how to organize a kingdom well enough that they made him king because he was of Elmo’s line, but that he wasn’t groomed for it, hence why Thranduil is considered the better king between them (being “[The Silvan’s] greatest king”) because he would know that there was a possibility that he might die and Thranduil would need to take over.
This is also why I tend to think that Legolas was the baby of at least two sons, but preferably three kids. Obviously he has some excellent leadership skills, given that he became lord of the colony of Elves at Ithilien, but he just never felt like he was being groomed to take over Eryn Galen, if he so easily left for Ithilien. (Of course, I do think a lot of that was because he knew their time was limited, that the Elves of Eryn Lasgalen would either sail or fade, so he was more needed in Ithilien, which was in desperate need of healing, whereas Eryn Lasgalen was in the hands of Celeborn, the Beorning, and Thranduil.)
And yes yes yes that Oropher wears his hear on his sleeve! I see him as someone who really thought the Noldor were full of themselves and had gotten way too up their own asses, that they thought their way was the only way, and Oropher instead preferred leaning more towards the Silvan way of life. But he was definitely not a free spirit sort of person, but instead really intense and really charismatic and a little bit… larger than life, in personality. I’ve always seen him as fitting in with the really intense Elves of the First Age, the kind that were just sort of destined to get themselves killed, instead of the ones that managed to be calmer and more rational in times of stress.
Elwe (Thingol), Olwe, Elmo #1 by h-muroto
I was originally going to write a SO LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY OROPHER HEADCANONS post, but it pretty much quickly got taken over by a SO LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THRANDUIL BEING THINGOL’S GREAT-NEPHEW post instead and well. I’m just gonna go with that.
As always, much of this is pretty much circumstantial evidence at most, this is all headcanon territory, but I’m pretty firm on this having a strong possibility as being true. I mean, we’ll never actually know, but here’s why “I think this is what makes the most sense to me” rather than “here’s what I think would be a cool possibility”.
Now, Thingol’s important because:
a) he’s one of the very first original Elves, one of those that just woke up at Cuiviénen
b) he was THE king of Middle-Earth for a long time, like imo Thingol was actually a really pretty good king until that fucking Silmaril came around/until Beren came around his daughter and Thingol kind of lost his shit
c) he was one of those who went to Aman (along with Ingwe and Finwe) when the Valar first invited them to take the tour and report back that, yeah, the Blessed Realm seemed like a cool place
d) the Sindarin line all started through him
Thingol had two younger brothers–Olwe and Elmo (because we’re going with the version where Elmo is Thingol’s younger brother). The brothers’ fates are:
- Elwe/Thingol - got lost in Middle-Earth, decided to stay and build a kingdom
- Olwe - continued on to the Blessed Realm, became king of the Teleri Elves, he’s still kicking around over there iirc
- Elmo - stayed behind when Thingol got lost, but we don’t really know much about him at all
I hardcore headcanon that Oropher and Thranduil are related to Thingol somehow, which is for a handful of reasons:
Oh my gosh you are an absolute genius thank you!! I LOVE this because it’s actually plausible unlike some headcanons that just throw around names because they like them. And there’s actual evidence to back it up. Great work!
Legolas bby are you ok?? Liiiike in The Hobbit he gets thrown against so many walls. I actually counted and in his fights with Bolg alone, his back gets heavily abused about 6 different times! Anyways the hc is that ever since then, he’s had chronic back problems and back pain. I’d like to think that after the battle of the five armies Legolas returns to Mirkwood to recover. Upon arriving back at first, he immediately goes to shower and take off his blood stained clothing. When he takes it off, he sees massive purple bruises littering the pale skin of his back. He gasps both in shock and pain. Also just imagine that some days he’ll just be walking around the halls of Mirkwood, and then BAM sciatic back pain out of nowhere and he puts a hand to his back in great pain. Some days it’s so bad that he doesn’t leave his chambers
His love language is 1000% words of affirmation and physical touch
Absolute romantic. Like have you seen the way he always wanted Tauriel to be by his side and how he raced to protect her constantly?? Dude’s a lover
Thranduil braided Legolas’ hair and you can’t tell me otherwise. Yes Thranduil is cold most of the time, but you can tell that he genuinely loves his son more than anything. So yes, Thranduil braided his son’s hair in a loving gesture and Legolas has never taken those braids out because he cherishes them so much
As Legolas’ s/o, he would constantly place his hand on your check in a loving gesture. Never firmly, always softly and cutely
He didn’t like Aragorn when he first met him. Not because Aragorn was a man (human), but because he was jealous that Aragorn could live his life out in the wild as he pleased for so long
He doesn’t like snow all that much. Not because he feels the cold (elves aren’t generally susceptible to the elements) but due to the fact that he’s used to eternal warmer seasons and he’s not really used to cold seasons and hadn’t seen snow all that much
Ok so I just finished my like… 10th rewatch of this series and here are my thoughts of the series atm:
Ouch Legolas is your back ok?? You’ve been slammed into sooo many walls. Like he must have an old man’s back at this point
the 5 armies are: Man, dwarves, elves, orcs and the like from Dolgudor, and orcs and the like from Gundabad
No matter how many times I watch Five Armies, and no matter how I exactly know what’s coming next, I sob uncontrollably from about Fili’s death to Bilbo leaving Erebor. Like this movie is so emotionally devastating, idc if the Studio ruined what could’ve been an amazing movie series, this movie is best of the Hobbit
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Ok so hear me out. So I’ve been rewatching the movies because I love them, and a question came to mind and I need answers 😭 Azog the pale orc rides a white Warg right? And it is directly stated that Sauron does not have the power to create, only corrupt what is already there. And where did the wargs come from? My guess is that they used to be the great wolfhounds, the hunting dogs of the huntsman valar, but were corrupted into what we now know. But my question is, where did Azog’s warg come from? In the canon, his warg is the only one to ever be white. Who else had a white wolfhound? Celegorm the 3rd son of Feanor, who, was favored by Oromë the huntsman of the Valar. Soooo my theory is that Azog’s warg is either none other than Huan (Celegorm’s hound since Huan is immortal and can speak) OR a descendant of his. Do you think this is a good theory? Did I think a smart thing?? Someone please tell me if I’m close 🙏😅 I actually would really love to know! {Azog’s warg in the left image, and Huan in the right image}
Terrible Fic Ideas #24: LotR, but make it half-Maia!Legolas
I honestly thought I was done with Legolas headcanons, but then this one hit me over the head: what if Legolas’ mother was a Maia?
Bear with me:
We are given little-to-no information about Legolas’ background in canon. The only thing we know for sure is that his father, Thranduil, was originally from Doriath and has been ruling Mirkwood since his own father, Oropher, died of his own poor tactical thinking in the War of the Last Alliance.
But what if we know nothing about Legolas' background because no one in Middle Earth has any idea either?
Just imagine it:
After the War of Wrath, Oropher led his people into the Greenwood and established himself as king over the local population. However this came about, "The few Sindar who had come with him were soon merged with the Silvan Elves, adopting their customs and language and taking names of Silvan form and style. Oropher and his household wished to return to a simple existence natural to the Elves before they had been disturbed by the Valar" [x].
I'm not quite sure what Silvan elves got up to before Greenwood became Mirkwood, but I imagine it involved a lot of frolicking and hunting in the woods, and generally living up to the stereotype forest-dwelling immortal spirits at one with nature. And Thranduil, being the prince of this realm, would be naturally be the best of them all.
I imagine this catches the eye of one of the more minor Maiar sometime in the Second Age - a hunter in Oromë's retinue, most likely, but someone in Vána's retinue could possibly work too.
Thranduil strikes up a relationship with this Maia whenever she passes through, because unlike Melian a hunter of Oromë wouldn't be content to stay in one bounded woods when there are things to hunt across Arda and Aman. It is the epitome of a long-distance relationship.
Key to all of this is that Thranduil never tells anyone her identity. Oh, he very obviously is in a relationship and will disappear for weeks at a time throughout the Second Age to be with his wife, but no one ever meets her - or, as they assume she's just some Silvan elf with no interest in being princess or queen, admits to being her.
Thranduil goes off with his father to fight in the War of the Last Alliance. Unlike his father, he lives and returns to the Greenwood as king of his people.
Shortly after he returns, his Maiar wife presents him with baby!Legolas to raise and rejoins Oromë's hunt. Depending on his actual age when given to Thranduil, Legolas may even have some youthful memories of hunts he spent on the back of his mother's horse and/or of hunts in Aman.
Their relationship continues much as before, and though she makes the effort to be more present for Legolas' benefit it's dealer's choice whether she's successful at it. Maybe as a Maia of the hunt she's not good with children and is able to salvage her relationship with her son when he gets old enough to spend all his days hunting too; maybe she's a really good mother despite her frequent absences and the family dynamics just work for everyone. Who knows?
Legolas' mother is only a minor Maia, and so he's not quite as extra as Lúthien. He's noted for being the best hunter of his age - but most assume that's down to genetics, because of his father's legendary skill, and because of a lifetime of practice, because Mirkwood is Mirkwood.
And, honestly, a Mirkwood filled with spiders to hunt is probably all a half-Maia elf could ever want, particularly when their Maia parent is a huntress of Oromë.
The events of The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings go as in canon, with the exception of Galadriel saying that she cannot give Legolas a better bow than his mother made for him, and so granting him a different gift. This prompts several questions about Legolas' mother, particularly when Aragorn admits that not even Elrond knows her identity.
The hobbits responsible for The Red Book of Westmarch never learn the truth.
But, as I'm an inveterate Legolas/Gimli stan, Legolas admits the truth to Gimli sometime after that relationship forms - maybe Legolas' mother shows up at some point while they're in Ithilien to check up on her son after the war ends and the truth comes out; maybe it comes out when Legolas is trying to reassure Gimli theirs wouldn't be the most unusual marriage in the family - but no one else ever learns the truth.
It's Legolas' Maia heritage that allows Gimli to sail with him to Aman - either his mother requests it as a boon from the Valar for her son, or something about his ancestry allows him to grant others access.
Bonuses include: 1) Everything that might point to Legolas' Maia heritage is written off as elfish weirdness by non-elves, Silvan weirdness by non-Silvan elves, and Sinda weirdness by Silvan elves; 2) Despite all this, Legolas talks about his mother a lot and so by the breaking of the Fellowship everyone has this idea that his mother is the Greatest Hunter Ever To Live; and 3) the question of just who Thranduil is married to being a big source of betting and speculation for elves, and all the elves the Fellowship encounters try to use them to get the inside track.
And that's it. As always, feel free to adopt this plot bunny, just link back to me if you do anything with it.
Other Legolas Headcanons: First Age | Second Age | Third Age | Half-Maia | Half-Elven
Terrible Fic Ideas #22: LotR, but make it Second Age!Legolas
Although I'm rather attached to the idea of Legolas being born in the First Age, the idea of him being born sometime in the Second Age has its perks.
Just imagine it:
I love the idea of Oropher, his wife, and Thranduil were apprentices of Melian before the Fall of Doriath - it would certainly explain how Thranduil held Mirkwood against the darkness without a ring of power - and the idea of Celeborn’s mother being Oropher’s sister, so that remains the same as in my First Age headcanon.
By pushing back Legolas' date of birth, however, we allow for the possibility that his mother was a Silvan elf and that her marriage to Thranduil was almost as big a scandal as Galadriel, a Noldo, marrying Celeborn, a Sinda.
Here I like the idea of giving him two older brothers, born sometime between 1000-2500 SA, with Legolas being born in 3319 SA as Númenor sank beneath the waves. He's very much the baby of the family.
When the War of the Last Alliance started in 3429, Legolas was left behind to rule the Greenwood as regent while his parents, grandparents, older brothers, and nearly every one else in the kingdom went to fight. Barely an adult by the standards of elves, he managed admirably, though he would be the first to admit that ruling a barely populated kingdom whose overriding mission was sending supplies to the front is much different from ruling that same in peacetime. (For some reason my mind montages this as an elvish Wartime Farm.)
Legolas loses his mother, grandparents, and eldest brother to the war. His father comes back king and grief-stricken. His middle brother, now heir, battles both grief and PTSD and, though he tries to stay in Arda for his remaining family, he sails for Aman no later than 1000 TA.
So Legolas and Thranduil are all that’s left of their family by 1050 TA, as darkness settles over the Greenwood.
Legolas here is not a the elvish veteran of many great battles, as in the First Age headcanon, but instead a veteran of the battles of the home front - there is something very WWII Britain about this take on Legolas' background in my mind. His battles are all of survival, of keeping the home fires burning so that others may march off to war, of defending the borders, of mend and make do, of keep calm and carry on; of loss and privation and the shadow of war, but not war itself.
The events of The Hobbit go according to canon - by which I mean instead of the movie nonsense Legolas was, IDK, left at home to rule again or on his way to Rivendell and missed crossing paths with the Company because they fell down the Goblin's front door. Anything but the movie canon.
The events of LotR go mostly according to canon as well, though a lot of the focus is on Legolas finally confronting war as much as death for the first time. This Legolas has seen war take much of his family and irrevocably change those who managed to come back. He knows all too well that even if he survives this, he may end up having to sail west like his middle brother because of what he sees, and has absolutely no idea how to cope with any of it.
Naturally there is Legolas/Gimli, because they are my original OTP. Here I imagine Legolas gets hit by a clue 2x4 fairly early on and it's Gimli that's hesitant because 1) he doesn't understand that elves only love once, 2) thinks its nothing more than an infatuation brought on by high emotions which will pass once they get home, and 3) even if the feelings are true, he doesn't want to tie an immortal elf to a mortal dwarfish lifespan.
Bonuses include: 1) at least one heart-wrenching conversation between Legolas and Eowyn, mostly involving Legolas sharing his own memories of being the person who has to remain behind while everyone he loves marches off to war and death; 2) exasperated but deeply invested Aragorn playing increasingly-less-reluctant yenta; and 3) a surprisingly supportive Thranduil, who doesn't care who or what Legolas loves so long as his son is happy and not taking any more road trips to Mordor.
As always, feel free to adopt, just link back if you do anything with it.
Other Legolas Headcanons: First Age | Second Age | Third Age | Half-Maia | Half-Elven
🦌 and 💍 for the ask game? *excited giggle* I loooove your headcanons
Hello, dear Callon! Thank you for this ask and for your endless patience! I will combine your two requests of 🦌: "HC about one of Thranduil’s personal likes or dislikes" and 💍: "HC about a family tradition" into one discussion about:
Thranduil and Hunting
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Thranduil has been participating in hunts ever since his youth in Doriath, and received his initial instruction not from his father, but from his uncle (his mother’s brother), the legendary Beleg Cuthalion, Chief Marchwarden of King Thingol.
Thranduil developed an interest in archery from about 10 years old, but only Beleg would agree to take a student so young, headstrong, impulsive, yet extraordinarily gifted under his wing.
Even as a child, Thranduil possessed exceptional physical strength, and could already pull the draw weight of an average Doriath archer.
Beleg had a special bow designed just for him, measured for a child’s height but with an adult’s draw weight, and trained him using this.
Thranduil greatly admired his uncle’s famous bow, Belthronding, and hoped to earn it as an inheritance one day.
Thranduil’s natural-born gifts, which also included horsemanship, keen aim and eyesight, and a relentless pursuit of any chosen target, led to Queen Melian remarking that he would have been a favored companion of Oromë, Huntsman of the Valar, in Aman. This did not exactly please Thranduil’s father, Oropher, who preferred his son not be quite so wild-hearted and adventurous.
Thranduil was merely 14 years old during the Hunting of Carcharoth, and was very upset at being too young to participate in that great adventure. From that day onward, he insisted on participating in as many hunts as he would be permitted to join.
As a young hunter, Thranduil was particularly adept at navigating through rough, unfamiliar terrain. He was also fearless at hunting down dangerous predators such as wargs, wolves, wildcats, and bears.
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However, the arrival of Túrin Turambar greatly affected the close relationship between uncle and nephew. Much of Beleg’s time and attention redirected to King Thingol’s foster son, which made Thranduil jealous and resentful of the human outsider.
After receiving news of his beloved uncle’s death, Thranduil (then 37 years old) blamed Turin and the curse he carried with him. He was also angry that Belthronding never returned to Doriath, and believed that Turin had stolen it himself.
From that time on, Thranduil’s interest in archery fell drastically, and he refocused his training towards swordsmanship instead. He stopped going on hunts completely, and did not return to it until his father took the kingship of the Woodland Realm nearly a thousand years later.
Thranduilion Family Hunting Traditions
Thranduil rediscovered his love for hunting some years after he began living in the Woodland Realm. The vast landscapes between Rhovanion and the Rhun provided bountiful hunting grounds for all kinds of game, and he often rode out with the Silvan hunters on long expeditions. He soon became as familiar with those lands as the native Wood-elves who had lived there since the Awakening.
Thranduil personally oversaw the training in archery and hunting of his two eldest sons, Crown Prince Mirion and Prince Turhir. By the time Princes Arvellas, Gelir, and Legolas were born, he had delegated this task to the elder brothers, wishing for them to become role models and mentors to their younger siblings.
Although all five sons are skilled at hunting and tracking, Prince Gelir is by far the most naturally gifted, and is often bragged about by the Elvenking as the “greatest huntsman across the realms”.
Prince Turhir is noted for preferring to use various-sized spears instead of bow and arrow as his choice of weapon, for game even as small as squirrels.
The king and princes would sporadically and spontaneously group up to go on their own recreational hunting trips. Southeastern Greenwood, between the East Bight and the Old Forest Road, was particularly rich with game during the autumn through winter months.
They did not use hunting dogs, local guides, traps, or baiting tactics and relied solely on their own stalking and archery skills.
Hunting was one of the most favorite bonding activities between father and sons, and amongst the brothers, and involved a lot of playful challenges and bets.
The Hunting of the Rhûn Lion
Every four years during the summer, from about TA 300-1300, the entire royal family (including the Elvenqueen) would assemble a small party and go on an expedition to hunt the Rhûn Lion, the dangerous and unchallenged apex predator of Rhovanion. The hunt would last for an entire month and was celebratory in nature, involving other games and feasting traditions. It was considered a great honor to be invited to this hunt with the royal family, but rarely was anyone invited more than once, since the intention was for every Greenwood hunter in the kingdom to be given a turn at participating.
The resulting kills were either taken home by the guest hunters, or gifted to the Northmen residing in the area, who prized the pelts and meat.
Part of the reason why they culled the Rhûn Lion in particular was to prevent their numbers from overwhelming the populations of wild horses and wild kine that roamed the plains of Rhovanion. The Kine of Araw were a valued species of oxen that legends claim descended from the cattle of the Valar Orome. The Great Horn of Gondor was made from one of the Kine of Araw, by Vorondil, one of Boromir’s ancestors who famously hunted them. (A connection that Legolas and Boromir later bonded over.)
summary: how they court you/act around you based off of the research i did on their animal counterparts
cw: none, mostly fluff, g/n reader
a/n: ik i could’ve added gorou and yae but dogs and foxes don’t rly have courting behaviors other than humping each other and I WANNA KEEP THIS PG 13🤬 and yes ik cyno rly isn’t a jackal but he’s based off of an egyptian god who’s a jackal, i also just wanted an excuse to write for the sumeru characters lol
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Tags: fluff, established relationship, cuddles, literal sleeping together, neck kisses, sleepy kisses, Reader being held down
A/N: Felt like writing a little fluff for Cyno, I don't write much for him so now I wanted to.
He always sleeps almost naked, cold nights don't happen often so he sees no need for much clothes
If you want to cover up a little more that's fine by him, but you can enjoy his muscles all you want
Doesn't really care what position you fall asleep in as long as he can have his arms around you, that's good enough for him
When cuddling he will spontaneously kiss your neck, and introduce soft tongue flutters over your skin that break up your words
Snores but very softly, almost like purrs when you're laying on his chest
Moves around a lot in his sleep and takes you with him most of the time because he just does not want to let go of you, you're his pillow, his cuddle buddy
When he can't sleep due to stress he likes to listen to your breathing and your heart beat
Loves it when you play with his hair while cuddling
A good head massage will put him right to sleep in your lap
Super clingy in his sleep, you're not even getting up to pee without waking him up
Even if you do he will sleepily follow you and wait for you while leaning against the door, his eyes barely open
Once you're done he'll follow you to bed and then its right back to sleep until morning, or until he decides to let go