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Ahhhh how did I not see this earlier 😩 Wonderful as always! Gildor is such and underrated character and I love him ❤️
imladris lads :D it started off as a few doodles of gildor bc of a great prompt i received from an anon a few weeks ago, and then spiralled into something else entirely bc i havent really taken the time to explore much of anything imladris-related? i really like the lindir-is-maglor concept so heres my take on how it couldve happened haha
as always, credit to Cartoon Network for the sparkly pink BG
thanks so much for the ask!! here's my take on gildor :DD i really like the way anon asked the question and it was what inspired me to draw finrod in the mix too strangely enough?? the vibes are similar 🤭
Long after everyone else had left the beach, Erestor remained, patiently waiting for his young charge standing knee deep in the waves. The light faded from the sky and the stars rose, but he stood still as if he could see the path his brother sailed, as if he were determined to wait until Elros set foot on his new lands.
Elrond didn’t stir as he drew closer, gray eyes fixed in the horizon.
Erestor knew there was little he could say to offer comfort, so he remained silent, letting his presence speak more than his words ever could.
He had sworn to Maglor years ago that he would remain with the twins, had promised his lord that his children would be safe as long as he drew breath. It had seemed logical to remain with Elrond after Elros had made his choice. Middle-earth was still full of great peril even after Morgoth’s fall, and Elros would soon pass from the world while his brother remained behind. Elrond was the one who would need him, though he would never admit it.
“You could still go with him, if you wished.” His voice was quiet, barely audible over the rush and murmurings of the sea.
Erestor snorted at the ridiculousness of such a statement. “So could you.”
Elrond looked at him at last, his features carefully schooled into a neutral expression. “No, I’ve made my choice.”
“And so have I.”
“Have you?”
“Yes, I have. I have no wish to dwell in a realm of Men in Numenor, nor to go back to Valinor yet.”
He had no desire for Valinor, not as long as the Valar barred his lord from returning home nor as long as his young charge needed him. His place was with Elrond, to serve and protect, it was what he wanted.
Elrond’s brows furrowed, but before he could set out another attempt, Erestor shook his head.
“No, no more well meaning attempts to set me free, I made a promise, and I intend to keep it. I shall continue to nag and plague you and keep Gil-galad’s books in order until you set up a household of your own for me to manage.” Brow arching, Erestor added dryly, “You cannot be rid of me so easily.”
A blink, then Elrond laughed, the sound like starlight, and he at last turned away from the sea.
In that moment, Erestor knew he would be all right.
LotR Imladris Crew (+A few other people) Height Headcanons
I know Elrond is canonically 6'2, but it would be so much funnier if he was, like, 5'4.
(All headcanons) You have:
Gil-galad, 6'5
Maedhros, 7'6
Maglor, 6'6
Celebrian, 6'3 (Tall girlboss short malewife who is also a girlboss)
Elladan and Elrohir who are both 6'4
Legolas, 5'11
Thranduil, 6'3
Glorfindel, 5'6 (My height)
Erestor: 5'10 (Very bitter about being shorter than the twins, possibly very happy about being taller than Glorfindel)
Aragorn, 6'1
Lindir, 5'9 (My mom's height, shocked every time he realizes that he's taller than Glorfindel)
Elros, 5'8
MAJOR Cannibalism TW
The journey across the Helcaraxe took far longer than the elves expected it to. They had nowhere near enough food, and even the elves need to eat. So they did what they had to do.
Fingolfin did what he had to do because he was stubborn.
Fingon does what he must because he has to survive long enough to see Maedhros again.
Turgon does what he must because he will not let his daughter be orphaned.
Galadriel does what she must because she still needs to punch Feanor in the face.
Argon and Elenwe did not live long enough to need another food source.
Glorfindel, half frozen to death himself from repeatedly diving into the frigid waters to rescue others, didn't even have the capacity to choose whether or not to take the actions he took until they had already begun, and once you start, you don't stop until there's a better option.
When it is finished, they will never speak of it again.
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Feanor's army is left without food a great many times.
Before the sun's first rise and set, the Feanorians have created a way to determine who lives and dies in times of starvation, and they too refuse to speak of what happened to their dead.
They refuse because Maedhros, for all his protest of killing other elves, was the first to slit the throat of the elf chosen to die.
They refuse because not even Maglor can bring himself to sing of this, and Maglor could sing of his own family dying.
They refuse because Caranthir, for all his brutality and cruelty, believes that they are wrong.
But most importantly, they refuse because the first elf they ate was Amrod.
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The second most important time the Feanorian army is left starving is in F.A 548. This is the event with the most guilt around it.
Survivor's guilt from Elrond, because for all intents and purposes, the stolen twins should have been the first to die.
Inequality guilt from Elros and Erestor, because they knew that they weren't going to be harmed and they did not step in to suggest something better.
Existential guilt from Maglor, because he cannot bring himself to think that this is their fault.
And the overwhelming, self-loathing guilt of Maedhros, because at the end of the long, bloody day, he knows he should have done something to stop this. To make sure two sixteen year old half-elves didn't have to choose between starving and sinning. To make sure his brother didn't have to make that decision for them. He should have done anything.
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By the late Third Age, the few elves who know all of what happened are together in a city. Odd behaviors surround them like shrouds, concealing a much darker past. The people of Imladris have learned not to try to pull back these shrouds.
They don't ask questions when the mere sight of a red drink forces Erestor to hide in his chambers and cry.
They don't ask questions when the mere sight of meat has a good chance of making sure Glorfindel won't be able to keep anything down for days.
They don't ask questions when a particular word or phrase has Elrond refusing any food altogether for days.
They don't question, because they don't want the answer. They don't want to know what can break a man like Erestor, who acts like a glacier made of intelligence. They don't want to know what makes a Balrog slayer feel sick. They don't want to know what manages to drive a perfect person like their lord to the brink of complete collapse.
Tolkien's characters: *minding their own buisness* Me, holding the Trans Hammer: *ba na, ba na, ba na, ba na, terrible Jaws theme continues*