Dwarf lolita, guys. Think of the potential.
What could you call it though? Dwarf Kei? Khazad Pretty? I don’t know, but it would be AWESOME.
Pronounced "ska-lya." A little curated space for my interests. Primary fandoms: Spider-Man and Doctor Who. Proportion of political content may vary.
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The Lord of the Rings Meme | ten scenes (2/10)
Farewell to Lórien.
This is my favorite fucking scene.
If you’ve read the Silmarillion, you know who Fëanor was. If you don’t, Fëanor was the dickhead who created the Silmarils: three indescribably beautiful and magical jewels that contained the light and essence of the world before it became flawed. They were the catalyst for basically every important thing that happened in the First Age of Middle Earth.
It is thought that the inspiration for the Silmarils came to Fëanor from the sight of Galadriel’s shining, silver-gold hair.
He begged her three times for single strand of her beautiful hair. And every time, Galadriel refused him. Even when she was young, Galadriel’s ability to see into other’s hearts was very strong, and she knew that Fëanor was filled with nothing but fire and greed.
Fast forward to the end of the Third Age.
Gimli, visiting Lorien, is also struck by Galadriel’s beauty. During the scene where she’s passing out her parting gifts to the Fellowship, Galadriel stops empty-handed in front of Gimli, because she doesn’t know what to offer a Dwarf. Gimli tells her: no gold, no treasure… just a single strand of hair to remember her beauty by.
She gives him three. Three.
And this is why Gimli gets to be an Elf Friend, people. Because Galadriel looks at him and thinks he deserves what she refused the greatest Elf who ever lived—- and then twice that. And because he has no idea of the significance of what she’s just given him, but he’s going to treasure it the rest of his life anyway.
Just look at that smile on Legolas’s face in the last panel. He gets it. He knows the backstory. And I’m pretty sure this is the moment he reconsiders whether Elves and Dwarves can’t be friends after all.
don’t make me go re-read all the legolas/gimli fics. I’ll frickin do it!!!!
Books that own my soul → The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. TolkienAnd we shouldn’t be here at all, if we’d known more about it before we started. But I suppose it’s often that way. The brave things in the old tales and songs, Mr. Frodo: adventures, as I used to call them. I used to think that they were things the wonderful folk of the stories went out and looked for, because they wanted them, because they were exciting and life was a bit dull, a kind of a sport, as you might say. But that’s not the way of it with the tales that really mattered, or the ones that stay in the mind. Folk seem to have been just landed in them, usually – their paths were laid that way, as you put it. But I expect they had lots of chances, like us, of turning back, only they didn’t.
[SEAN ASTIN: I’ve had several people ask me, in all sincerity, if [Elijah Wood’s] eyes were digitally enhanced.]
|Aragorn:||You have some skill with a blade.|
|Eowyn:||The women of this country learned long ago, those without swords can still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain.|
|Aragorn:||What do you fear, my lady?|
|Eowyn:||A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them and all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire.|
|Aragorn:||You are a daughter of kings, a shield maiden of Rohan. I do not think that will be your fate.|
Finarfin and Galadriel reunite, by Gold-Seven.
This reminds me it’s been far too long since I last read The Silmarillion. Also, the artist notes this piece was painted with coffee, which is not something it would ever have occurred to me to try but seems scintillatingly obvious now that I think about it. You learn something new every day.