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Galadriel @lady-of-the-light.bsky.social · 1d

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Galadriel @lady-of-the-light.bsky.social · 1d

Ósanwë: The door is shut. She has slammed it, latched the lock, dropped the key into the depths. But, now and again, drifting in the outer corners of her awareness, the light slipping through the cracks distorts, shadow moving on the other side. She reaches out a hand, draws it back.
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Galadriel @lady-of-the-light.bsky.social · 1d

Ósanwë: The door is shut. She has slammed it, latched the lock, dropped the key into the depths. But, now and again, drifting in the outer corners of her awareness, the light slipping through the cracks distorts, shadow moving on the other side. She reaches out a hand, draws it back.
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Galadriel @lady-of-the-light.bsky.social · 1d

He is worried after Sauron’s death, yes. We sought to find a means to make it last. But the High King can be prone to shortness of tongue when stressed, although I am told I am prone to sharp tongue when I am the same, so we have made quite the pair.

So perhaps some time apart will do us good…

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Galadriel @lady-of-the-light.bsky.social · 1d

I hope that between the blades and battles you find time to lower the sword and find the pen, now and again, by the river. I myself have quite forgotten how to put it down; and I wish no such fate on you. Your idle flattery is much too charming.

Galadriel @lady-of-the-light.bsky.social · 1d

We have a shared hope in the end. But my mind could not truly recall the glow of peace until you spoke of it that day. It had been too consumed by the darkness.

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Galadriel @lady-of-the-light.bsky.social · 2d

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Galadriel @lady-of-the-light.bsky.social · 2d

Seafarers: The song of the sea whispers in her heart, a never-ending call. They are not seafarers, the elves, but the foam of the tides whispers of home. Once she lived across the ocean. And yet in this land she has been born anew, once, twice, again. The ocean calls, but roots sink into the earth.

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Galadriel @lady-of-the-light.bsky.social · 2d

Seafarers: The song of the sea whispers in her heart, a never-ending call. They are not seafarers, the elves, but the foam of the tides whispers of home. Once she lived across the ocean. And yet in this land she has been born anew, once, twice, again. The ocean calls, but roots sink into the earth.

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Galadriel @lady-of-the-light.bsky.social · 3d

Encountered a few messengers of the forest not too long ago.

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Galadriel @lady-of-the-light.bsky.social · 3d

OOC: Thank you 🥰🥰🥰

It’s a play on what she tells Adar in the barn scene in season one! It felt to me like the corruption of the crown hinted at how the Uruk were made and how Adar was created 🖤

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Galadriel @lady-of-the-light.bsky.social · 3d

OOC: Thank you so much!!! I love these little promptlets 🥹

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Galadriel @lady-of-the-light.bsky.social · 3d

Nor could I have imagined any soul on Middle-earth would willingly surrender the Ring for the good of the whole. A light beyond understanding.

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Galadriel @lady-of-the-light.bsky.social · 3d

Crown:

Morgoth’s crown sears darkness as it cuts through skin, through flesh, through spirit. Pain floods her; the traditional kind, an agony of body, and the kind beyond that, a meeting of the fëa with its exact opposite. It seeps into the light, leaving what it touches—Tortured. Twisted. Ruined.

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Galadriel @lady-of-the-light.bsky.social · 3d

Alas, there is little rest in these days. The High King believed he had found a means to ensure that our next attempts at… his death… might be more permanent, and so I was called away at once. But the trail, in the end, grew cold like so many others. But I am gladdened now, to return to… to return.

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Galadriel @lady-of-the-light.bsky.social · 3d

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Galadriel @lady-of-the-light.bsky.social · 3d

Hope: Adar extends the ring to her on his palm and her fingers close over it, brushing his skin, the dancing light of his fëa, stirred to the surface, but always, she understands now, present, and hers, tested in its own way, and the ring between them, a promise. A lasting peace. A lasting hope.

Tolkientober prompt calendar day 5: hope

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Galadriel @lady-of-the-light.bsky.social · 3d

Hope: Adar extends the ring to her on his palm and her fingers close over it, brushing his skin, the dancing light of his fëa, stirred to the surface, but always, she understands now, present, and hers, tested in its own way, and the ring between them, a promise. A lasting peace. A lasting hope.

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Galadriel @lady-of-the-light.bsky.social · 3d

Armor: Elrond exchanges his robes for armor, and she finds she does not very much like the shift. Not so long ago, she had accused him of playing courtier, of not knowing evil as she has known it. But she does not, in the end, wish for him to. A sword in his hand where a pen should be.
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lyblacktea.bsky.social @lyblacktea.bsky.social · 4d

#Tolkientober Day 4: Armor

Sauron in the First Age, when he was Morgoth's lieutenant👁️

PS: I love armours so I think this prompt should appear in every Tolkientober 🦾

#Sauron #Armor

A color illustration depicting Sauron in full body, all cladded in a dark armor. He is holding a spear in his right hand, and wears a small, spiked crown on his loose hair, which glows as fire. He also wears a cape that flutters in the wind and shimmers slightly. His face is tense and his gaze glows.

The color of the background and also the tone of the figure es bright red.

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MGCoco | Tolkientober 🎨 @mgcoco.bsky.social · 4d

#Tolkientober Day 4: Armor

Life, in defiance of death #art

Adar’s armor on the ground, worn from time. Simbelmynë and other wildflowers grow around it

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Galadriel @lady-of-the-light.bsky.social · 3d

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Galadriel @lady-of-the-light.bsky.social · 3d

Creation: The ring on her finger whispers as it slips back into place—a quiet, tinkling murmur, like the hush of a river. Nenya, a creation made to save her kind, perhaps his, all kinds of Middle-earth. Visions of peace dance for the first time in her mind. That too, a creation entirely new.

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Galadriel @lady-of-the-light.bsky.social · 3d

Crown:

Morgoth’s crown sears darkness as it cuts through skin, through flesh, through spirit. Pain floods her; the traditional kind, an agony of body, and the kind beyond that, a meeting of the fëa with its exact opposite. It seeps into the light, leaving what it touches—Tortured. Twisted. Ruined.

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Galadriel @lady-of-the-light.bsky.social · 3d

Gardens:

The scent of flowers floating on the wind awakens memories long-buried by ash, dust, sand—blood. Her hair had caught the golden light of the lanterns as she’d spun and laughed. A garden. A glade. She’d been dancing. And there had been the scent of flowers on the wind.

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Tolkientober prompt calendar day 2: gardens

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MADIlusttra @madilusttra.bsky.social · 5d

#TOLKIENTOBER Day 2: GARDENS💜

Sage flowers
Acrylic on sand paper 🖌️🎨

#Tolkientober2025 #Sage #Flowers #Arondir #Belerian 🌸

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MADIlusttra @madilusttra.bsky.social · 4d

#TOLKIENTOBER Day 3: CROWN👑

The iron crown
Acrylic on sand paper 🖌️🎨

#Tolkientober2025 #crown #sauron #morgoth

Alternate version of morgoth crown with pastel colors

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Galadriel @lady-of-the-light.bsky.social · 3d

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Galadriel @lady-of-the-light.bsky.social · 3d

Creation: The ring on her finger whispers as it slips back into place—a quiet, tinkling murmur, like the hush of a river. Nenya, a creation made to save her kind, perhaps his, all kinds of Middle-earth. Visions of peace dance for the first time in her mind. That too, a creation entirely new.

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Galadriel @lady-of-the-light.bsky.social · 3d

Creation: The ring on her finger whispers as it slips back into place—a quiet, tinkling murmur, like the hush of a river. Nenya, a creation made to save her kind, perhaps his, all kinds of Middle-earth. Visions of peace dance for the first time in her mind. That too, a creation entirely new.

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