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Gandalf The Grey. Sketches in my sketchbook. 

In Ron`room  by  Jim Kay 

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Memories of Eregion (#3)

@saurons-shadow requested angsty silverfisting. My headcanon does not include much angst during their time as sweethearts friends in Eregion; it comes later. In full power.  And Sauron ends up regretting being taken over by anger and impression of Celebrimbor’s betrayal after the latter created the Three Rings on his own. He killed someone who could have been so useful - the Elf’s undying love for Sauron could easily be twisted into obedience and support for the new, lone standing Dark Lord in need of his own Lieutenant. 

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Sketch versions under the cut:

Tolkien is my favorite author of all time, and I can begrudge him little. But I find it within my right to criticize the utter lack of eye color variation in those with Elvish blood

Its, GREY GREY GREY GREY GREY (it has to be noted that all of these characters are either Elfs, Half-Eleven, or Dúnedain heritage)

Regarding the LoTR series itself many of the important characters have grey eyes, including the following:

Aragorn

Faramir

Éowyn

Elrond

Arwen

Boromir

Galadriel

A/N: This imagine was made up by me.

⚠️Warning ⚠️ : None

Word Count: 645

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Lindir's POV

It was a quiet night in Imaldris. Lindir was completing some last minute work for Lord Elrond and a meeting they had just finished with another kingdom. Finally needing a break, Lindir laid his quill onto is desk and walked to his balcony for some fresh air. The moon was large and bright, like glittering silver resting in the clear night sky of Middle-Earth. Only when he had his eyes closed to listen to the crickets chirp and the slight dance of the leaves, did he hear an enchanting melody. It was the sound of a flute singing a calming yet mournful tune. With scrunched eyebrows Lindir opened his eyes and looked below him to see if he could find the source of the solemn song, but could not seem to identify where it was coming from. Lindir wanted to know who was playing such mournful yet beautiful music this late at night, so he walked back in his room, grabbed his dark crimson over coat, and left his room to find the source of the melody.

He searched the palace for what felt like hours, but was only a few minutes. He came to a two way corridor and stopped to listen for the melody. 'Left.' He thought to himself as he heard the flute once again. As he walked farther down the corridor the music became louder. Once Lindir reached the end of the hall he saw that it had led him to the meeting area where Lord Elrond, Lady Galadriel, Saruman The White, and Gandalf The Grey had a recent meeting about a blade Radagast The Brown had discovered in Dol Guldur. When Lindir stepped closer he saw an elleth in a (f/c) dress with (h/l), (h/c) hair. Of course he could only see the back of her. The mysterious elleth stood in the center of the platform surrounded by pillars playing her flute while unaware she had an audience.

When the song was finally finished Lindir applauded with amazement. The elleth jumped not expecting anyone to be up this late. She turned to face Lindir and when she did Lindir was astonished by her beauty. Her smooth (s/c) skin, her soft features, and her enchanting (e/c) eyes almost made him lose his balance for he had never seen such beauty before, moreover he had never seen this siren wondering around before. Finally for what felt like forever he spoke. "That melody was very lovely." He said quietly so has not to scare this majestic creature. She blushed and looked done with a shy smile. "Thank you my lord." She answered quietly. Lindir slowly walked forward. " what is your name my lady?" He questioned with curiosity while he now stood a foot away from her. "(Y/n), my name is (y/n)." She curtsied with her head bowed most of the time he had spoke to her. "I see that you already know I am?" Lindir smiled slightly at her shyness. "Yes my lord. You are Lord Elrond's steward." She answered while still looking down. Lindir chuckled while stepping closer. "Yes." He then used his index finger and thumb to lift her head up to him. 'So enchanting.' He thought. "Would you like to have a walk with me my lady?" He Asked while letting go of her chin and held his hand out to her. She looked at his hand and then to him, then smiled and replied with a yes.

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A/N: Okay that was the first imagine of this book I hope you enjoyed. Also this was just a quick write so if the plot seems everywhere I apologize and if you would like to read more go to my Wattpad account. Link is in my profile, but anyways until next time my elves. N'i lû tôl.

Translations: N'i lû tôl- Until then.

The Shadow Man (1936)

There was a man who dwelt alone

beneath the moon in shadow.

He sat as long as lasting stone,

and yet he had no shadow.

The owls, they perched upon his head

beneath the moon of summer;

They wiped their beaks and thought him dead,

who sat there dumb all summer

There came a lady clad in grey

beneath the moon a-shining.

One moment did she stand and stay

her hair with flowers entwining.

He woke as had he sprung of stone.

beneath the moon in shadow,

And clasped her fast, both flesh and bone;

and they were clad in shadow.

And never more she walked in light,

or over moonlit mountain,

But dwelt within the hill, where night

is lit but with a fountain –

Save once a year when caverns yawn,

and hills are clad in shadow,

They dance together then till dawn

and cast a single shadow.

The Shadow Bride (1962)

There was a man who dwelt alone,

as day and night went past

he sat as still as carven stone,

and yet no shadow cast.

The white owls perched upon his head

beneath the winter moon;

they wiped their beaks and thought him dead

under the stars of June.

There came a lady clad in grey

in the twilight shining:

one moment she would stand and stay,

her hair with flowers entwining.

He woke, as had he sprung of stone,

and broke the spell that bound him;

he clasped her fast, both flesh and bone,

and wrapped her shadow round him.

There never more she walks her ways

by sun or moon or star

she dwells below where neither days

nor any nights there are.

But once a year when caverns yawn

and hidden things awake,

They dance together then till dawn

and a single shadow make.

~J. J. R. Tolkien