Nessa, the sister of Oromë and spouse of Tulkas, is lithe and fleetfooted. Deer she loves, and they follow her train whenever she goes in the wild; but she can outrun them, swift as an arrow with the wind in her hair. In dancing she delights, and she dances in Valimar on lawns of never-fading green.
"Look, ada, I look just like you!"
Little!Legolas plays dress up with Thranduil’s autumn crown for August 27th’s Daily Doodle Sketch.
Tolkien is careful to note that children are precious to the elves, so my head-canon gleefully has Thranduil doting on his golden son and indulging him at every possible turn…
Red and white pencils on tan paper. 9x12”
Remus and Harry make me so sad. Think about the first time Harry met Remus, on the Hogwarts Express. Remus is staring at this teenager, this boy that is so painfully Lily and James’ son. In another life he would have been ‘Uncle Remus’, swinging by every Sunday for supper, babysitting Harry with Sirius. Instead he’s a complete stranger.
RIGHT IN THE HEART
I really!!!! want!!!! queer spaces!!!! that aren’t nightclubs!!!!!!
Ladies of Middle-earth + Name Meanings
no but could you imagine one of the quidditch team members saying “knock on wood” and they all just hit oliver before a big match
I’m almost a thousand percent sure the Weasley twins did that at some point
Third Age Glorfindel.
you don’t need
- to bind your breasts
- outie genitals
- a superiority complex
- butt hair
you do need
- to be as swift as a coursing river
- with all the force of a great typhoon
- with all the strength of a raging fire
- mysterious as the dark side of the moon
THIS IS MY FAVORITE FUCKING POST ON THE PLANET