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So wait are livestock guardian dogs to their flocks like… Clark Kent among the residents of Smallville? He’s been here since he was a baby, we all know him, and he’s… generally one-of-us shaped, uh, approximately. And then when something goes wrong he suddenly leaps into action and does some terrifying impossible shit none of us could do. And then comes back home and settles in like nothing happened and he’s one of us again.
Hmm.
HMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
that is CLEARLY two completely different dogs
personally I think elrond and gil-galad's relationship in the second and third ages should just be gil-galad constantly vacillating between "why would you call me old i'm not that much older than you :(" and "don't sass me young man I helped raise your parents"
#gil galad becoming a teenage foster dad while also being older than elronds human grandpa will never not be funny to mw (via lya-dustin)
it's so TRUE. because. like. the events of beren and luthien happened within gil-galad's lifetime. he was alive for the first meeting of elrond's literal great-grandparents.
and yet all maglor sees is the equivalent of a human 24yo demanding the custody of two high schoolers
what the fuck was this direct
I’m in Maine again, so naturally I was thinking about Reccarfinwë the war-moose, and I realized there must have at some point been a scene like…
The scouts brought word to Himring at dawn one early winter day: the night had brought not just a fresh sprinkling of snow, but also that pale beauty’s instant marring, in a regiment of armored orcs approaching from the northeast. Maglor, breakfasting with his brother the lord of the fort, immediately offered the strength of the troop that had accompanied him on this visit. A single orc-regiment wasn’t a real threat—this was a test of the Siege-line’s defenses; they still came every few years. But it was enough to serve well as a trial for the joint capabilities of Himring and the Gap.
Thirty minutes later, Maglor was striding into the forecourt in full armor, looking out for his people and half-listening as Maedhros gave additional orders to his aides and captains. Maglor was certain that Himring ran like Aulendilin clockwork no matter who was in residence, yet Maedhros always seemed to find extra orders to hand to his staff—especially when there was a training battle to be had!
“…the arrows. Remind Beorwen to keep the lines—I’ll take my moose; her squad must adapt to—”
Maglor had been beckoning his own lieutenant, about to instruct her on how they’d fit into the riders of Himring. He gasped with joy instead.
“Good Reccarfinwë yet lives? I thought moose only had fifteen years!”
Maedhros, armed and armored for battle, shot him a stern look. “Nenpadron passed away some twenty years ago. However, we managed to find him an acceptable mate ere the end, and so on. Today I ride his grandson, Guruthos.”
Maglor felt alight with, if possible, even more glee. The orcs were completely forgotten.
“Nelyo-Reccarfinwë?!”
A hint of an older brother’s scowl crept into Maedhros’s cool commander-face.
“No. Guruthos.”
“Nelyo-Reccarfinwë!” Maglor countered.
“No.”
Yet even Maedhros at his sternest could not silence the greatest Singer of the Noldor. Maglor called after the departing aide with a voice that rang like crashing bells across Himring’s muster-ground and beyond, “That honorable moose is named Nelyo-Reccarfinwë!”
“For stars’ sake,” Maedhros hissed, “at least use Sindarin!”
“I mean Nelregfin!” Maglor corrected hastily—then dodged, no less hastily, his brother’s kick to the back of his knee.
“Hey,” he complained. “Leave something for the orcs—ah! Okay! I must attend to my own troop, now!” He narrowly dodged an earnest Himringer’s attempt to grapple him for their lord, ran toward his own horse and called over his shoulder, “We’ll ride ahead and meet you at the ambush! I can’t wait to see your new mighty steed in action!”
Has anyone else drawn the Maedhros with war moose thing yet?
Edit - inspo post
@Silmarillion fans: everyone knows the “Maedhros rode a moose in battle” headcanon, yes? Great headcanon. Important question: what is the name of Maedhros’s war moose? I may have purchased a new small stuffed moose (because more stuffed animals is definitely what I need), and I’d love to name her/him/?? after Maedhros’s war moose—but I have no solid ideas for what name that is!
Please comment with your ideas. Sindarin, Quenya and English all welcome.
I'm getting some GREAT ideas on this, from "Moosey" to "Shadow of Death". I'm currently leaning toward @idkwhatimdoing1000's suggestion of [adj]finwë, but reblogging to invite more!
I was going to choose something with more dignity, but i think my eternal joy at cooperative creativity is going to force me to go with Reccarfinwë here, S. probably Recfin(?), for “drooling Finwë.”
May I present: Reccarfinwë the Great, War-Moose of the Lord of Himring!
(headcanon origin here, for those curious. It’s not actually a well-known idea; I just love it.)
Also a concept: Maedhros riding a moose because if you’re that tall and armored you’re heavy as shit.
1. Yes.
2. “Orcs fled before his face” wasnt only a hint at his prowess in battle but also a hint that he rode a moose (7ft shoulder height and ¾ of a metric ton of weight). I’d book it too if a giant redhead rode toward me with fire in his eyes on a spiky horse which’s natural predator is the orca whale.
3. That implies also that Maglor could ride reindeer or moose in the Gap, especially during winter. What I’m thinking is reindeer army. Or kinslayer Santa.
having seen a video of a moose running through six feet of snow like it was air, i am 100% willing to believe they might use moose as transportation and/or snowplows
moose are not what i would call “domesticated” so i don’t know i’d say they’re the standard option up there, that’s still probably horses (and maybe reindeer? i kind of like the idea, now that im thinking about it. they’re rideable, adapted to the climate, AND have antlers (built in anti-orc defense system!!), and im pretty sure theyre hardier than horses because most things are, though i couldnt speak to how well they’d do being ridden into battles), but elves do have a way with animals and i wouldnt be surprised if there were a couple hanging around the gap and himring that someone had made friends with
No but literally they Just Make Sense. The saddle would take some work but it’s like riding a tank. The moose could plow through orcs as easily as a seven foot snowdrift.
This thought literally hasn’t left me alone all day so ugh rough sketch
can we reintroduce “disturbing” back into the popular lexicon in place of most uses of “traumatizing”
“This experience puts me in a worse mental state and my well-being will be compromised…”
• Annoyance: "...not really, I just don't like it and will sort it out as soon as I can." ("It was raining and while I'm wearing a good raincoat I got some water droplets on my glasses.")
Then there's the "my well-being and mental state are briefly worse, for a few minutes to a few days, and also this will change my mental state for months or years or potentially forever, but not in a bad way"
adolescent feanor bleaching his hair to make it look like miriel's. is this anything
As an alternative more aligned with his skills, please consider a wig of the silver wire, pulled as fine as spider silk.
I like this!!!
The Battle of the five Armies countdown - day 21 of 30
Bonus:
This thing from 2014 is my legacy. It’s got an insane number of notes and it still gets reblogs and likes everyday. I see people tagging it as #aclassic and I’ve met people in real life showing it to me not knowing I did it.
I was looking at it and realised that today, after 10 years I’d have done it the other way round.
I haven’t been in the Tolkien fandom for literally all of these 10 years so I don’t know if it’s been done already but here’s my updated version.
It’s…much funnier to me now lmao
But I just thought: Sam and Rosie get married and have kids, and one is scared there’s a spider in their room, and Sam’s just completely, “I got this.”
Every time I see this I lose my marbles I love it so much. "For some reason I yelled who is in here as I was falling" is the point where my soul leaves my body. God I love.
