With the braziers long gone cold, the night lies close and heavy, darkness impenetrable. It’s imôr - the deep night. Men call this time the bewitching hour and as Adar gazes on the apparition lying beside him, he can’t help feeling that they might have a point.
The Elvenking’s Herald looks unearthly in Adar’s bed, more like a mirage of grey starlight and hazy shadow than a creature of flesh. It seems there must be some trick of the light at play, one that makes an Uruk out of canvas tent walls and a Maia out of tangled sheets. But despite the guiles of dappled starlight, Elrond’s breath is warm and steady and undeniably real against Adar’s hand as he raises a finger to those sweet lips -
Lips parted and eyes closed in true sleep. Is it his mortal blood that makes him sleep so deeply? Or, like an Elf, has he collapsed into oblivion as his strength runs dry?
What is he - Elf or Man of Maia, all at once or something else entirely? Elrond Peredhel, half Elf, half other, descendent of Lúthien whose shadowy hair and radiant face have ever drawn the eyes of monsters. Kinslayers, Úmaiar… and Adar. Wonderous thing, he thinks. Wonderous, beautiful, hunted thing.
- from the fic I’m writing about Elrond from Adar’s perspective. I promised 5k of fangirling and I intend to deliver. Hang in there!
I feel like it's not addressed enough that Obi-Wan was so not ready for Anakin at the end of TPM. He wasn't quite ready to be a Knight, let alone take a Padawan, let alone Anakin.
Like, imagine you're 25 years old, already dealing with plenty of issues from your shitshow of a teen-to-young-adult experience when your Master - your father, your friend, your teacher, your guardian of 12 years, who you didn't always have the best relationship with but goddamn it you tried so hard and overcame so much to get to where you are - is literally murdered in front of you by a fucking demon, the ancient bogeymen of all your childhood stories who are suddenly very real and killing the people you love. Everyone looks at you now with so much awe and fear because, in a haze of grief and panic, you managed to become the first to kill a demon in a millennium - which is somehow that's enough of a qualification to immediately graduate your apprenticeship with full honours even though you never actually got the chance to finish it. Five minutes of pure terror turned your life upside down, and now you have to shoulder the burdens of a knighthood that you know you're not ready for, and find some way to live with the crushing expectations that come with your newfound, accidental and very unwanted semi-legendary status. And, if that wasn't enough already, within 24 hours of all this going down, you're also legally responsibly for raising a hyperactive 9 year old ex-slave Child of Prophesy with crippling CPTSD and more power than god. You somehow, somehow have to raise this boy to be both a good Knight - which you haven't had a chance to figure out how to be yourself yet - and a functional person - which was never and easy thing for you to be but is getting harder by the day. You desperately want to do right by your new Padawan and honour your Master's dying wish but you're not ready for any of this, you didn't ask for it, and you're trying so hard to not repeat Qui-Gon's mistakes whilst also being painfully aware that you can never live up to what he could have been. Then there's homework and missions and nightmares and you worry that Anakin isn't making friends and you haven't slept more than 3 hours a night in weeks and the President of the Galaxy is pressuring you for some Private Alone Time with your child -
How the fuck is anyone supposed to handle that?
tag yourself I'm notice me sin pi
Obi-Wan is Cal's father this, Obi-Wan is Korkie's father that, blah blah blah -
Hot Take: Cal and Korkie are twins.
the squad is not impressed by anakin
Notes on chapter 6: oh whoops this fic looks like it'll turn out a bit longer than i intended... ah well, just three more chapters Total number of chapters: 45
again, fanart welcome
The disdain, the eloquence - a masterful eyebrow raise!! He gets it from his dad 🥹
Aww, it's genetic! 🥰
Okay, BobaDinLuke but they have the same chemistry as Jack Sparrow, Will Turner, and Elizabeth Swan respectively
perfection
tag yourself im little miss fully developed frontal lobe
Fellas I have committed an oopsie
I in my ignorance assumed
That the train on the right platform at the right time would be the right train
Wrong!
I got on board sat down for a nap and now I am in Oxford?????
This is the Erestor that lives rent free in my head. anime ٩(๑`^´๑)۶ uwu man is cute and all but uh
This mf if older than the moon, older than Finwë, older than the Journey... Oromë first stumbles on the elves when this guy is already an adult, ok? This Erestor has been hunting dragons in Middle Earth since before Fëanor was even born. He's founded and overthrown Avari kingdoms that no one's even heard of by the time he rocks up in Rivendell. He has 20 something different names because that's how much language has evolved during his lifetime. Erestor is and absolute fucking badass and I will not stand his uwuification for a single second longer >:(
It starts with lotr let's see how this goes... random useless thoughts I must share with strangers on the internet or I will go insane
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