I haven’t drawn Fingon in so long that I feel like I’ve forgotten how to draw him.
Also, I’m perfectly fine with people using my art as profile pics or the like, as long as you don’t repost or claim it as yours.
tauriel on the banks of the anduin, bidding goodbye to legolas (this is as far as he would come, too afraid to further defy his father)
tauriel stopping for rest in rivendell, and being welcomed by arwen undomiel herself, feeling very young and clumsy and wild around her noldor cousins. but there are men of the west there, and a child called estel whom admires the sheen of her hair and follows her like a pale shadow for days. she only draws him out with stories of spiders and dwarves and dragons, and he repays her by calling her naurfinel, the flame-hair, and making her feel less like a child herself.
(there is starlight on the bruinen when the lady arwen comes to her, and asks about the stone she carries. starlight is memory, the lady says, and tauriel feels an ache so deep her bones could shatter of it)
tauriel on the east-west road, staying again in bree—she likes the children of Men best, she discovers; something about their wild innocence, the untaught strength of them. (the elves of mirkwood have been at war too often, too long, for any children to have been born since legolas greenleaf came of age. watching bree’s children play in the street, tauriel mourns.)
tauriel first stepping in eriador, and thinking on the stories of the war of wrath, and how she walks in the lady galadriel’s footsteps.
tauriel coming to the dwarven stronghold in the blue mountains and pleading with the guard—dis the lady dis sister to the king under the mountain and mother of its princes I must speak with her I have sworn a promise.
tauriel told to wait, told that she may not enter without leave of the lady dis, and going to sit on a rocky outcropping—sitting there still as the stars come out above her, stars from the other side of the world, and she wonders if kili might have told her their dwarfish names, if it is not elwing’s wings and the anvil of feanor that he looked upon, if his had been an entirely different sky.
what do you call that cluster of stars, near the northstar? she asks, when a dwarf comes to sit beside her on the stone.
those are the seven fathers, the lady dis says. (she is of such a likeness to thorin oakenshield that she can be no other—but there is something soft about her mouth that reminds tauriel more of kili than his uncle.) why, what is your name for them, elf?
and tauriel holds the promise-stone, thinks of the starlight of other worlds and who walks in it now. says, we call them—we call them the tears of nienna.
she uncurls her hand, and offers out a stone.
Anonymous said: Drabble/Fic Prompt: Susan Pevensie and Peggy Carter having tea. :)
(you are a wondrous being, dear nonny)
It was the accent that first caught Peggy’s attention. Adrift in the halls of the newly-built, not-yet-named agency— no, wait, that’s not right. Not adrift.
Even stuck amidst all these boys, with their posturing, and flirting, and dismissive stares, Agent Carter had both feet firmly on the ground. She clacked down the halls, chin high.
But the accent caught her attention— a London lilt, not too posh, rounded a bit by some time in the country. And, more than that: a woman’s voice.
Peggy was not adrift in this old boy’s club full of young soldiers, not lost, not intimidated— but she was lonely.
"Excuse me, ma’am," she called and the woman turned around. She had a single run in her nylons and a smirk of perfect lipstick. Her badge read "Pevensie."
"I have a spare pair if you want to change," said Peggy.
"Does this place even have bathrooms for women?" A curved eyebrow rose as Pevensie asked. Peggy liked her immediately.
"Not in this wing," said Peggy. "Come on, we’ll kick the boys out of theirs."
The woman was Agent Pevensie, but “call me Susan.” She worked steadily and hard. They had tea in each other’s apartments, good, proper, correctly brewed tea, and talked about leadership and comfortable heels and combat with a lower center of gravity.
Susan’s clearance was so high that Peggy had to wonder what exactly she had done in the war. She couldn’t’ve been much out of her teens then, if that. Susan wasn’t much out of her teens now, honestly, but Peggy kept forgetting. They’d shared too many exasperated “these young bucks” glances at each other over conference tables at this point.
Susan flirted with the Howling Commandos and she and Peggy tormented Howard together. The poor inventor needed it, honestly. Peggy found herself telling Susan about the war, including more and more of the more absurd bits as she went on and Su continued not to bat an eyelash.
"What were you up to in the war?" asked Peggy. "That this doesn’t startle you. Mad experiments gone wrong. Most people gawk a little."
Su laughed. “Oh, I lost my ability to startle long before the war.”
Peggy shook her head and topped off each of their tea cups.
"There was this blue energy cube," Peggy went on. "I’m not sure what it quite did, but Howard mutters now and then about interdimensional travel, wormholes, other universes…"
Her guest had gone very precisely still. Peggy wondered again what sort of combat experience this woman had. “Do you have access to it?” Susan said. Her mouth shaped the words oddly, as though she was considering taking them back even as she said them.
"It went down with St— Captain Rogers."
Peggy could see Susan abruptly switch gears from whatever that hungry light had been in her eyes to comforting a friend in need. In a snap Susan went from looking like her own heart was breaking to reaching out to comfort Peggy’s.
It looked so instinctive that Peggy wondered if Susan was used to being the one who did the comforting, and if she was, what was she doing here in this empty apartment? It looked so instinctive, that warmth, that hand reaching out to comfort, that Peggy wondered if Su had a little sister somewhere.
narcissa malfoy was probably the most powerful occlumens in hogwarts history and nobody knew
she literally stood up to lord voldemort and lied that harry potter was dead and i don’t know about you but if i were an evil ruler i would probably want to triple-check that my nemesis was, you know, actually deceased
voldemort had actual doubts about snape
narcissa swans on by without a whisper, without a second glance
In all other cases except the Triwizard cup, portkeys only go one way at one specific time. Touching them again does not activate them to return to their place of origin. Also, when Harry grabs the cup a second time, it does not return him to the middle of the maze. It takes him to the entrance of the maze, in front of everyone.
Therefore, when Crouch Jr. (as Moody) bewitched the cup, he planned to have it take anyone who touched it first to the graveyard, then to the front of the maze.The cup was probably supposed to be a portkey to take the winner to the front of the maze anyway, so they wouldn’t have to try to fight their way out again.
Voldemort obviously planned to kill Harry. He had to. That was the whole point; to kill Harry in front of all his Death Eaters, all the ones who had deserted him and doubted his power to return.
There’s the possibility that he wanted to send Harry’s body back, either to divert suspicion somehow or to intentionally flout his victory in Dumbledore’s face. Except Voldemort had promised his precious Nagini several times she could eat Harry, and it seemed like a promise Voldemort was going to keep.
So who was meant to take that return trip?
Voldemort could use it as a ticket into Hogwarts for a surprise attack, but he’s freshly reborn, his Death Eaters are 13 years out of practice, and there’s a flock of powerful wizards there for the Triwizard. That would be an idiotic move.
Or what if Harry—or someone who looked like him—had returned to Hogwarts as if nothing had happened in that maze? As the victor of the Triwizard Tournament AND the Boy Who Lived, Harry would be able to go anywhere and do anything. Everyone trusts him.
Two words: POLYJUICE POTION.
There was one Death Eater already waiting at Hogwarts who had very carefully been spending a whole year getting to know Harry, watching his every movement: Barty Crouch Jr.
So here was Voldemort’s complete plan: Use Barty Crouch Jr. to infiltrate Hogwarts as Moody. He gets to know Harry and sets him up to be selected for and eventually to win the Triwizard Tournament. He makes sure Harry touches the cup first. Harry is then transported to the graveyard where Voldemort is waiting. Voldemort uses Harry to rise, calls his Death Eaters to him, and then humiliates and kills the Boy Who Lived in front of them.
Then Voldemort strips Harry’s body, takes his hair, and transforms into him (or else has one of his DE’s do this—but really, who would he pick? Lucius is an idiot, Bellatrix is still in jail, and he believes Snape has deserted him). He then takes the cup and goes to Hogwarts as Harry. Later that night, Moody disappears, and Crouch takes Voldemort’s place as Harry Potter. Then, when the moment is right, Voldemort-Harry or Crouch-Harry will assassinate Dumbledore (incidentally gaining the power of the Elder Wand, though he wouldn’t know it), stage a coup of Hogwarts, and take over the wizarding world.
Heck, he/they might not even drop their disguise as Harry. The wizarding world has faced Voldemort as an enemy before, but if their savior Harry Potter suddenly turned out to be just as powerful a Dark Lord as He Who Must Not Be Named? It would be a far scarier prospect than simply dealing with Voldemort’s return.
It solves the problem of why Voldemort went to such lengths to get Harry through the Triwizard, when there were far easier ways to capture him: Voldemort didn’t just need Harry’s blood; he needed Harry as the world’s hero.
And all that time in Hogwarts would give Voldemort time to search for a relic of Godric Gryffindor, the one founder he never made a horcrux from.
Of course, none of this could have worked because Voldemort could never in a million years fool Ron or Hermione or Dumbledore, not even for a minute. But there’s Voldemort’s greatest weakness again—he doesn’t understand love.
#CUT TO: nick fury’s daydream #someone knocks on the door of his office #’sir we have a situation’ #’what is it johnson’ #’it’s….. kittens!!!’ #she produces a box full of sleepy kittens #SUDDENLY #iron man lands #’oh god what now’ fury thinks #the armor disassembles and inside #ARE 100 KITTENS #fury’s office is full of kittens #he’s so happy (septembriseur)