Galadriel
@lady-of-the-light.bsky.social
Commander of the Northern Armies, Lady of Light, Alatáriel, Artanis, etc. TROP-ish canon.
You have not seen what I have seen.
(RP account, of course✨)
You have not seen what I have seen.
(RP account, of course✨)
Colors: The autumnal forest is awash with life. Galadriel feels keenly every note of it, Nenya humming along with every breath. In the ground she plants a tree, a gift from the waves. Green and silver leaves wreath the sapling, but many shift into gold. They are bright the colors, filled with hope.
November 24, 2025 at 2:17 AM
Colors: The autumnal forest is awash with life. Galadriel feels keenly every note of it, Nenya humming along with every breath. In the ground she plants a tree, a gift from the waves. Green and silver leaves wreath the sapling, but many shift into gold. They are bright the colors, filled with hope.
November 24, 2025 at 2:16 AM
Colors: The autumnal forest is awash with life. Galadriel feels keenly every note of it, Nenya humming along with every breath. In the ground she plants a tree, a gift from the waves. Green and silver leaves wreath the sapling, but many shift into gold. They are bright the colors, filled with hope.
November 24, 2025 at 2:16 AM
Colors: The autumnal forest is awash with life. Galadriel feels keenly every note of it, Nenya humming along with every breath. In the ground she plants a tree, a gift from the waves. Green and silver leaves wreath the sapling, but many shift into gold. They are bright the colors, filled with hope.
Relic: There are more relics in Galadriel’s life than she would wish for. In her hands, the phantom of her brother’s blade. In a chest, locked away, a pouch bearing the seal of a dead man she never, in the end, met at all. And somewhere, in a room for two abandoned, a different ring gathers dust.
November 24, 2025 at 2:04 AM
Relic: There are more relics in Galadriel’s life than she would wish for. In her hands, the phantom of her brother’s blade. In a chest, locked away, a pouch bearing the seal of a dead man she never, in the end, met at all. And somewhere, in a room for two abandoned, a different ring gathers dust.
November 24, 2025 at 2:03 AM
Relic: There are more relics in Galadriel’s life than she would wish for. In her hands, the phantom of her brother’s blade. In a chest, locked away, a pouch bearing the seal of a dead man she never, in the end, met at all. And somewhere, in a room for two abandoned, a different ring gathers dust.
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1.1: "Home" for #TROPrewatch + #TROPreforged
One of my favourite scenes of TROP. And it was perfect for the prompt!✨
The conflict in Galadriel is so huge and Valinor feels so imposing (almost terrifying) that even the first time I watched the show (still not very convinced) it gave me the chills👀
One of my favourite scenes of TROP. And it was perfect for the prompt!✨
The conflict in Galadriel is so huge and Valinor feels so imposing (almost terrifying) that even the first time I watched the show (still not very convinced) it gave me the chills👀
November 7, 2025 at 6:59 PM
1.1: "Home" for #TROPrewatch + #TROPreforged
One of my favourite scenes of TROP. And it was perfect for the prompt!✨
The conflict in Galadriel is so huge and Valinor feels so imposing (almost terrifying) that even the first time I watched the show (still not very convinced) it gave me the chills👀
One of my favourite scenes of TROP. And it was perfect for the prompt!✨
The conflict in Galadriel is so huge and Valinor feels so imposing (almost terrifying) that even the first time I watched the show (still not very convinced) it gave me the chills👀
OOC: A very Adariel day at the Christmas markets ✨🖤
November 22, 2025 at 6:59 PM
OOC: A very Adariel day at the Christmas markets ✨🖤
12. Brotherhood. Survival forged a brotherhood amongst survivors. The elves that live now in Rivendell, the that fled a sinking city, and, though she could never have envisioned it not so long ago, the Uruk who seek peace. Evil does not sleep, it waits. But good sleeps not either, it swells.
November 12, 2025 at 2:37 AM
12. Brotherhood. Survival forged a brotherhood amongst survivors. The elves that live now in Rivendell, the that fled a sinking city, and, though she could never have envisioned it not so long ago, the Uruk who seek peace. Evil does not sleep, it waits. But good sleeps not either, it swells.
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Sting: “This will sting.” She cautions, her voice terse though her fingers are gentle as they press along raw edges of skin seeping black. The corner of his mouth curves up at the words, bleakly amused in the way she likes least. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺.
But this one, she vows, will heal.
But this one, she vows, will heal.
October 26, 2025 at 3:19 AM
Sting: “This will sting.” She cautions, her voice terse though her fingers are gentle as they press along raw edges of skin seeping black. The corner of his mouth curves up at the words, bleakly amused in the way she likes least. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺.
But this one, she vows, will heal.
But this one, she vows, will heal.
OOC I will respond to all non Halloween posts anon! I was sick this week and fell behind @elrondoflindon.bsky.social @gilgadaddy.bsky.social and anyone else!
October 31, 2025 at 11:50 PM
OOC I will respond to all non Halloween posts anon! I was sick this week and fell behind @elrondoflindon.bsky.social @gilgadaddy.bsky.social and anyone else!
The candles are low and their firelight dances in the breeze. Galadriel is, this night, dressed in starlight. Nenya whispers in her ear, and in her fëa the murmur of those who have passed is loud.
October 31, 2025 at 10:07 PM
The candles are low and their firelight dances in the breeze. Galadriel is, this night, dressed in starlight. Nenya whispers in her ear, and in her fëa the murmur of those who have passed is loud.
Autumn has swirled to life in the forest around her, even the remaining green burnished with a brush of gold. The beauty of it seeps into the very marrow of her bones as she sits beneath the tree. It is good to be finally still again, if only for a breath…
October 26, 2025 at 3:22 AM
Autumn has swirled to life in the forest around her, even the remaining green burnished with a brush of gold. The beauty of it seeps into the very marrow of her bones as she sits beneath the tree. It is good to be finally still again, if only for a breath…
Sting: “This will sting.” She cautions, her voice terse though her fingers are gentle as they press along raw edges of skin seeping black. The corner of his mouth curves up at the words, bleakly amused in the way she likes least. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺.
But this one, she vows, will heal.
But this one, she vows, will heal.
October 26, 2025 at 3:19 AM
Sting: “This will sting.” She cautions, her voice terse though her fingers are gentle as they press along raw edges of skin seeping black. The corner of his mouth curves up at the words, bleakly amused in the way she likes least. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺.
But this one, she vows, will heal.
But this one, she vows, will heal.
#Tolkientober Catchup!
Vessel—In her resting state, in visions behind her eyes, she takes his hand in hers, allows a crown of metal so frozen it burns to be set upon her head. She becomes a vessel for power. Great, she becomes, Terrible. The Valar themselves on their knees. She awakens—uncertain if from dream or nightmare
October 26, 2025 at 3:03 AM
#Tolkientober Catchup!
Vessel—In her resting state, in visions behind her eyes, she takes his hand in hers, allows a crown of metal so frozen it burns to be set upon her head. She becomes a vessel for power. Great, she becomes, Terrible. The Valar themselves on their knees. She awakens—uncertain if from dream or nightmare
October 26, 2025 at 3:02 AM
Vessel—In her resting state, in visions behind her eyes, she takes his hand in hers, allows a crown of metal so frozen it burns to be set upon her head. She becomes a vessel for power. Great, she becomes, Terrible. The Valar themselves on their knees. She awakens—uncertain if from dream or nightmare
Fall: The crisp air of autumn flushes her cheeks, the trees of the forest brushed with dark gold. In memories that never were, they sit together, fingers entwined, as the leaves fall silent from their branches, float gracefully all around them. Her cheeks are cold, but the hand upon hers is warm.
October 26, 2025 at 12:49 AM
Fall: The crisp air of autumn flushes her cheeks, the trees of the forest brushed with dark gold. In memories that never were, they sit together, fingers entwined, as the leaves fall silent from their branches, float gracefully all around them. Her cheeks are cold, but the hand upon hers is warm.
October 26, 2025 at 12:49 AM
Fall: The crisp air of autumn flushes her cheeks, the trees of the forest brushed with dark gold. In memories that never were, they sit together, fingers entwined, as the leaves fall silent from their branches, float gracefully all around them. Her cheeks are cold, but the hand upon hers is warm.
#Tolkientober Catchup :3
Rings: Nenya is a creation of many makers. Gold of Valinor. Mithril of the Dwarves. Celebrimbor’s craft. The low murmur of Adar. The summer song of Elrond. Her own trills of light. Perhaps, she knows He has fingerprints there as well. The ring whispers of them all in her ear, ever-present.
October 26, 2025 at 12:21 AM
#Tolkientober Catchup :3
Rings: Nenya is a creation of many makers. Gold of Valinor. Mithril of the Dwarves. Celebrimbor’s craft. The low murmur of Adar. The summer song of Elrond. Her own trills of light. Perhaps, she knows He has fingerprints there as well. The ring whispers of them all in her ear, ever-present.
October 26, 2025 at 12:20 AM
Rings: Nenya is a creation of many makers. Gold of Valinor. Mithril of the Dwarves. Celebrimbor’s craft. The low murmur of Adar. The summer song of Elrond. Her own trills of light. Perhaps, she knows He has fingerprints there as well. The ring whispers of them all in her ear, ever-present.
The whisper of trees…
October 26, 2025 at 12:07 AM
The whisper of trees…
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Arondir and the Commander of the Northern Armies
October 13, 2025 at 7:32 AM
Arondir and the Commander of the Northern Armies
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#Tolkientober Day 19: Transformation
Tw// Blood
At some point, his blood started to run black 💔🖤
P.S: It had been a while since I wanted to draw this and today's prompt was perfect! I'm glad I managed to finish this one on time ^^
#Adar #Moriondor #Morgoth
Tw// Blood
At some point, his blood started to run black 💔🖤
P.S: It had been a while since I wanted to draw this and today's prompt was perfect! I'm glad I managed to finish this one on time ^^
#Adar #Moriondor #Morgoth
October 19, 2025 at 5:44 PM
#Tolkientober Day 19: Transformation
Tw// Blood
At some point, his blood started to run black 💔🖤
P.S: It had been a while since I wanted to draw this and today's prompt was perfect! I'm glad I managed to finish this one on time ^^
#Adar #Moriondor #Morgoth
Tw// Blood
At some point, his blood started to run black 💔🖤
P.S: It had been a while since I wanted to draw this and today's prompt was perfect! I'm glad I managed to finish this one on time ^^
#Adar #Moriondor #Morgoth
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#TOLKIENTOBER Day 25: VOLCANO 🌋
Mark of Adar
Acrylic on sand paper 🖌️🎨
#Tolkientober2025 #volcano #adar #uruk #theringsofpower
Mark of Adar
Acrylic on sand paper 🖌️🎨
#Tolkientober2025 #volcano #adar #uruk #theringsofpower
October 25, 2025 at 10:12 AM
#TOLKIENTOBER Day 25: VOLCANO 🌋
Mark of Adar
Acrylic on sand paper 🖌️🎨
#Tolkientober2025 #volcano #adar #uruk #theringsofpower
Mark of Adar
Acrylic on sand paper 🖌️🎨
#Tolkientober2025 #volcano #adar #uruk #theringsofpower
Volcano: True creation requires sacrifice. This is a lesson she has learned. There was sacrifice here—of many kinds. But veins of molten stone pour the heat of a new sun into these lands, the ash a bringer of hearth and home. Sacrifice, yes, but—she has come to understand—creation, too.
October 25, 2025 at 11:44 PM
Volcano: True creation requires sacrifice. This is a lesson she has learned. There was sacrifice here—of many kinds. But veins of molten stone pour the heat of a new sun into these lands, the ash a bringer of hearth and home. Sacrifice, yes, but—she has come to understand—creation, too.
October 25, 2025 at 11:44 PM
Volcano: True creation requires sacrifice. This is a lesson she has learned. There was sacrifice here—of many kinds. But veins of molten stone pour the heat of a new sun into these lands, the ash a bringer of hearth and home. Sacrifice, yes, but—she has come to understand—creation, too.