#aaotverse

can you imagine how far the lines would blur if you didn't need to rush to meet any of your needs? no need to go to bed when you can spend the next few days sleeping constantly to catch up. why maintain hygeine if its more practical to dedicate all time to something else? you can just clean yourself once you're done. it's not like anyone is going to need to see you in the next month, anyway.

so they observe astrological events. they celebrate every new year, every spring. they meditate and reflect and focus on improving themselves by a self-imposed deadline. they learn new skills. they care for animals with drastically shorter lifespans. they craft things that require maintenance. they could go weeks without speaking but make an effort to sing.

they create enrichment for themselves, otherwise their captivity in the enclosure of time would dull the pursuit of their natural behaviours.

Lothlórien's Royal Family:

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Lady Galadriel [Cate Blanchett]

Lord Celeborn [Leo Vlasic Klasan]

children by blood,

Celebrían [Saoirse Ronan]

Malrían Rawoneth [Sienna Guillory]

children by adoption,

Amrúhil [Myha'la]

Círamath [Luke Ishikawa Plowden]

i have a running gag wherein Celeborn, with a bleeding heart only made more sensitive by the loss of Doriath, ends up taking many elflings under his wing over the centuries. (only the two here choose to officially join his family.) Galadriel likes kids fine but is mostly like 'oh, another one? ok'

was gonna put some values down but tbh i just. i just did not have the energy

Pale brightness shone from a crack at the end of the lava tube. Bowed to avoid the low arch of the ceiling, Alphes squeezed through the last narrowing. Light burst across her eyes; she gasped deeply in fresh air. Ash hung on the warm thermal that caught and tossed her hair.

She had arrived at last. The Roost -- a jagged valley cut deep into a long-dormant volcano's slim crater, far in the northern reaches of the Misty Mountains.

Wings darkened the sky, casting shifting shadows over her face. Attracted by an outsider's presence, a convocation of eagles many times larger than her amassed on the cliffs above Alphes. Talons scattered stones, sending them tumbling and cracking down cliffs. They hit the lake below and sunk, splashes amplified as the sounds raced up the steep valley's bowl.

Standing upon the lip of a whale's jaw of rock riding out of the vent, Alphes found herself at the dock of a great tribunal.

The Lord of the Eagles settled with a shuffle of his great heavy wings on a small plateau opposite and above her entry point. His talons gripped the stone with enough force to carve furrows in its face.

"Why does an elf come before us on this day?" The Westron clicked from his beak in guttural rumbles, his dark throat feathers quivering.

this all to say, the Great Eagles interest me so much.

Oropher’s death at the Battle of Dagorlad, circa SA. 3434

language | culture | beauty

pedes moventes, sed corde saltas (it is with your feet that you move, but it is with your heart that you dance)

greenwood elves love to dance 💃 did we really think i could get through lotrweek without art of these two?