crossingwinter:

When Bonifer rode, Rhaella’s heart thudded in her chest—not because she was nervous, but because for the first time in her life, she cared if someone won or lost a tilt.  When Bonifer rode, Rhaella pinched her dress between her fingers because she couldn’t show anyone how much it mattered that he knock Lord Royce from his horse, but it mattered more than anything in the world.  When Bonifer rode, Rhaella believed that her life was the stuff from which songs were born.

He gave her a crown of roses to wear, great white flowers that he likened to the shade of her hair.  She would have preferred them to be a pale pink, a color he had once likened to her lips, but it hardly mattered, because that crown of roses filled her heart with more joy than if they had been her royal grandfather’s crown.  The air was full of the scent of roses, and her heart was full of Bonifer and nothing in the world mattered, for on this day—if only for a day—Rhaella was a queen.


A queen she was of the woodland Elves








"Part of what is wonderful about acting is new experiences, but it doesn’t leave much room for anything else in your life. My ideal downtime is any downtime! but when I do get a chance to stop for a minute, I spend it with family and friends. Being with the people I love is the best way to be me.”


↳ Game of Thrones costume details, 11/?


But Haleth was proud, and unwilling to be guided or ruled, and most of the Haladin were of like mood. Therefore she thanked Caranthir, but answered: ‘My mind is now set, lord, to leave the shadow of the mountains, and go west, whither others of our kin have gone.



ophelies:

persephone speaks, by a.c.

"he calls me his lady
but he knows
i am a queen.”



If we don’t protect the galaxy, who will?


lotr meme: three races [3/3] » elves

They were valiant, but the history of those that returned to Middle-earth in exile was grievous. Their dominion passed long ago, and they dwell now beyond the circles of the world, and do not return.



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