❝ I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it. ❞
— Hanamoto Hagumi, Honey and Clover  (via teenager90s)
queen-legolas asked: DO YOU KNOW HOW HAPPY I AM YOU'RE BACK BECAUSE I AM VERY VERY HAPPY

lulasseth:

SIRI OMFG BUT WHY WHY ARE YOU SO HAPPY LIKE EXPLAIN THAT TO  ME PLEASE WHAT IS IT S THAT EVERYBODY ARE SO HAPPY I LOVE YOU FOR THAT OK BUT WHY <3 

WELL OBVIOUSLY IT’S BECAUSE YOUR AWESOME AND BEAUTIFUL AND WE MISSED YOU

❝ Shall we mourn here deedless forever, a shadow-folk, mist-haunting, dropping vain tears in the thankless sea? ❞

Fëanor, “Of the Flight of the Noldor”, the Silmarillion.

I always thought this was a really beautiful turn of phrase, in Fëanor’s speech to the Noldor. But I just realised it’s also horribly ironic because it’s basically exactly what happened to Maglor, in the end.

(via beleriandings)

|| Yes, thank you for the afternoon feels. Thank you. Now add the sentence: “The deeds that we shall do shall be the matter of song until the last days of Arda.”

(via macalaures)

Now, can we please talk about how vital this parallel makes Maglor to the entire story and how it makes his eventual fate not a bittersweet afterthought to the story but the ultimate conclusion of the flight of the Noldor? 

(via dreigoldenehaare)

 When I first looked on her and perceived her unhappiness, it seemed to me that I saw a white flower standing straight and proud, shapely as a lily, and yet knew that it was hard, as if wrought by elf-wrights out of steel. Or was it, maybe, a frost that had turned its sap to ice, and so it stood, bitter-sweet, still fair to see, but stricken, soon to fall and die?

Loyalty. Honor. willing heart. I can ask no more than that. 

spader7:

and here’s a profile i never get tired of drawing 

beguilingblackness:

sycamoreleaf:

Good luck, big brother!

Turin and Lalaith in no.1 (kiss on the forehead) for the kiss art challenge suggested by beguilingblackness. It was supposed to be sweet but then it started to hurt and now I think I hate myself. 

*internal screaming*

*actual screaming*

SHE IS A GHOST OH MY GOD JESSY WHY??

ems-uitwaaien:

Thranduil, Maglor, Feanor, mmm. 

So everyone (including me) is wishing for Thranduil being a mother hen to Legolas in Botfa but please take a moment to consider the opposite

Thranduil recieving a sword-cut but insisting he has much more important things to do than bothering the healers with a mere scratch. Legolas picking up the blade that cut him, taking one look at the faintly greenish liquid smeared over it and going: “Ada, that wound has to be cleaned. This blade was poisoned and I know what kind of poison it is. The orcs in Greenwood use it all the time.”

"It can wait."

"It can not wait. If you don’t clean it you’ll die. Sit down. I’ll fix this. No excuses.”

Thranduil muttering something about insolent elflings before he sits down, knowing his son is too much like him to change his mind.

she-ranger-fromthenorth said: D: I’m sorry dear that’s terrible :cc

yes it is :( I know it happens all the time, but it’s so heartbreaking to actually see it!