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Your tastes are great (and broad-ranging) in art as well as fics and I liked your fic recs a lot, so I wanted to ask you if you can rec any sad Gigolas fanart? I like sad things but somehow I like them more in art than in writing…

ljksadghfljahs i am so pleased you like my recs, thank you! *has a moment in which I pretend I am not a maddened bower-bird when it comes to Gigolas tbh*

Yup, sure can! here’s some stupendous and heart-wrecking stuff, please remember to compliment the artists in your tags if you reblog!

Autumn Leaves, by @injureddreams​ (note: THIS DESTROYS ME)

Legolas, after by @celebrenithil​

Arriving in Valinor, by TurnerMohan

Why do the white gulls call? by @fullmetalnation

Orc!Legolas by @gremlinloquacious

Closer fanart by @flukeoffate

Pining artiness, by @jaegervega

Gimli comforts Legolas (sansukh fanart btw akljshdgfljsah) by @sakurita94

Sad Legolas by @sakurita94

Old!Gimli by @sakurita94 (for Gigolas week 1)

the Undying Lands by @sakurita94 (for Gigolas week 1) (note: OUCH FUCKING OUCH)

I have become very good at waiting, by @notanightlight​ (AGONYYYY, BEYOND POWER OF SPEEEEEEECH)

“It’s Arod!” by @bofurs-wife​

With you, Always, by @injureddreams​ (more like SLAYS YOU THROUGH EPIC HEARTREADING BEAUTY tbh)

The Undying Lands were Poorly Named by @notanightlight (FUCK OUCH NO)

okay and before my heart snaps into bitty bits entirely, a funny one:

Look at your Dwarf, now back at me by @flukeoffate

Headcanon accepted: Legolas sings Gimli’s verse of Tra La La Lally and improvises new verses on it any time he just wants to make him LOSE HIS SH*T LAUGHING

“No, it is true – the song is as old as the Last Homely House itself. It’s easy to modify. I think the original version is long lost: none can even recall who wrote it.”

Gimli guffawed. “What, so they make up new rhymes for every visitor? Why waste the time?”

Legolas grinned, and began to sing in a high, mocking voice. 

“O! What are you doing,
And where are you going?
Your hose it needs mending!
Your backside is showing!
O! tra-la-la-lally
here down in the valley!”

“Tweren’t I that ripped my hose,” Gimli laughed. “Go on!”

Legolas gave a sly bow, and continued. 

“O! Will you be staying,
Or will you be leaving?
Your braids they are fraying!
Your breath it is heaving!

What brings Master Gimli
down into the valley?
The daylight fades dimly,
to leave would be silly.
So gruff and rough-hewn,
can a Dwarf even croon
along with our tune,
in June
ha! ha!”

“Very kind!” Gimli said – and he was indeed gruff, his arms folded. “Very near to the words they first sang to my father and I as we approached Rivendell, in fact.”

Legolas bent and kissed the rough brow in apology. “Perhaps I should sing you the verses they made up for me?”

Do you have any ideas about who composed “Tra-la-la-lally?” Do you think it is one of those songs where they customize the lyrics to fit the identities of each group of people coming to Rivendell?

GLORFINDEL no, why do you ask? 😉

Definitely I think the lyrics would be changed around to fit whoever is approaching Rivendell. I mean, the words specifically reference Bilbo, Balin and Dwalin (in the first rendition, not the second one.)

O! What are you doing,
And where are you going?
Your ponies need shoeing!
The river is flowing!
O! tra-la-la-lally
here down in the valley!

O! What are you seeking,
And where are you making?
The faggots are reeking,
The bannocks are baking!
O! tril-lil-lil-lolly
the valley is jolly,
ha! ha!

O! Where are you going
With beards all a-wagging?
No knowing, no knowing
What brings Mister Baggins
And Balin and Dwalin
down into the valley
in June
ha! ha!

O! Will you be staying,
Or will you be flying?
Your ponies are straying!
The daylight is dying!
To fly would be folly,
To stay would be jolly
And listen and hark
Till the end of the dark
to our tune
ha! ha!

The second time, it’s a bit more generic – no doubt the tune is nearly or exactly the same as the first, though? Tolkien’s exact words are ‘As they rode down the steep path, Bilbo heard the elves still singing in the trees, as if they had not stopped since he left; and as soon as the riders came down into the lower glades of the wood they burst into a song of much the same kind as before.’

The dragon is withered,
His bones are now crumbled;
His armour is shivered,
His splendour is humbled!
Though sword shall be rusted,
And throne and crown perish
With strength that men trusted
And wealth that they cherish,
Here grass is still growing,
And leaves are yet swinging,
The white water flowing,
And elves are yet singing
Come! Tra-la-la-lally!
Come back to the valley!

The stars are far brighter
Than gems without measure,
The moon is far whiter
Than silver in treasure;
The fire is more shining
On hearth in the gloaming
Than gold won by mining,
So why go a-roaming?
O! Tra-la-la-lally
Come back to the Valley.

O! Where are you going,
So late in returning?
The river is flowing,
The stars are all burning!
O! Whither so laden,
So sad and so dreary?
Here elf and elf-maiden
Now welcome the weary
With Tra-la-la-lally
Come back to the Valley,
Tra-la-la-lally
Fa-la-la-lally
Fa-la!

The metre is nearly the same, though the verses are of different lengths. That’s easy enough to adapt, though, particularly if it’s an already existing song. 

((Nonnie, you do realise that this question has made me wonder: HOW DID THEY CHANGE IT FOR WHEN GIMLI AND GLOIN FIRST CAME TO RIVENDELL, were they nice to my bab or were they shady as a tree jkshdgfkja i may need to write this))

Oddly specific question… Does Bomfris have any tattoos?

YES ACTUALLY!

Bomfris has a theme. Ravens. All her ravens. Their names are actually listed down her back. 

She has Tuac’s name on the inside of her arm, and soft greyish-black wings are folded upon her sides, curving from beneath her arms along her waist, tapering in towards the small of her back – cradling that list of names.  

(She’ll always bear Tuac’s name in that special place, where she can see it every time she draws a bow – because Tuac is special. Tuac is the one who listened.)

She has no mourning-marks, as yet. But she is considering getting one high on her cheekbone… welp, it’s sort of obvious who that will be for.

*dodges pelted vegetables* 

Hi Dets, archery-anon here. So, Leggy kept missing cause he was distracted by… stuff? *ponders Helm’s Deep visuals* *winces* Poor Leggy, he’s never gonna live that down. Imagine, they’re at Erebor, the shouting’s over, Gimli speaks of their travels, mentions the contest – and Bomfris goes: “I shot more!”, Laindawar is aghast: “What were you thinking, brother!” and Thrandy pinches his nose: “Don’t answer that, son” while somewhere, far away, King Elessar feels this odd shiver… Accepted. ROFL

Bomfris would be flabbergasted. She lost to Laerophen in their little contest, after all. “Oi, didn’t you say your brother was better than you at archery?”

Laerophen would be staring at Legolas in puzzlement. “He is. I mean. Was?”

“He’s a finer shot even than I,” Laindawar would say, slowly. “Has the south sapped your skills, honeg nin?”

“He’s a bonny fighter!” Gimli would protest, ready to defend Legolas against anyone and anything. Naturally, it’s not a helpful thing to say. Legolas avoids looking at his brothers, tips his head away, mumbles something incomprehensible about Uruk-Hai and knife-work and explosives.

Thranduil would probably take one glance between the mortified, tongue-tied Legolas and the totally oblivious confused vaguely-defensive Gimli. Realisation dawns. It is followed by a GIANT SIGH OF RESIGNATION. 

Meanwhile Gloin is prouder than punch. MY LAD BEAT THE ELF AT ORC-KILLING HELL YAH OF FUCKING COURSE HE DID DWARVES RULE ELVES DROOL *high fives Dwalin*

Hi Dets, a little footnote on the Battle of Helm’s Deep: I once spoke to a guy who was really into archery, built his own bows, knew everything about history, won pro-contests. According to him Legolas’ bodycount is absolutely dismal.He said a skilled archer would’ve had a way higher count. He wouldn’t have had to search for spare arrows himself, either, he’d have had a page doing it for him. “Not sure if Tolkien didn’t know and made a mistake or if he knew it and was making a point,” he ended.

TRUE. legolas was possibly very very distracted?

he was probably still thinking: ‘holy shit, stout legs and hard axe, wtf self, did I really just say that, cripes could i be any more obvious and needy, shit shit shit, he knows, he knows, there’s no way he doesn’t know after that, stout legs and hard axe, lskjhdgfjhddadjkagfla, Legolas you gumnut, you total gumnut, Elbereth Gilthoniel I am so gone’

no Dets,Dets listen it’s not just that elves celebrate their conception instead of their birth they also celebrate the first time they have sex as their wedding day Elves are OBSESSED with celebrating every time they have sex! also if ‘would you like to have an Elvish wedding?’ isn’t a pick up line in middle earth the line of men is truly weak

omfg

now I’m imagining that every single time someone says, ‘okay, we might turn in for the night’ Legolas is all

And the next morning he’s all