Six months previous to the Fellowship setting out from Rivendell (Scotland Yard) – a special unit of Erebor’s officers were selected by Superintendant Balin to aid in the retaking of Khazad-dum (Edinburgh) from gang control. Working undercover and in a contact blackout in a safehouse lovingly referred to as ‘Moria’, or the ‘Black Pit’ – Balin’s team included toughened old coppers and young technical specialists alike, and Gimli was sure that even though no contact had been made (even at the four month checkpoint) since they left – they’d help harbor the Fellowship in their passage though Edinburgh.
There is fire and noise and the smell of blood he had all but forgotten. The Great Doors of the Void have been thrown open – the accursed key lying now at his feet. But he has been promised, and soon the Halls of Mahal will empty, and a great army will march onwards towards the spot he now sits, amongst the host of The Enemy. If they took him for an elf they would cut his throat. But they only walk past him. For he has waited too long. Suffered his loss too much. He has begged and scratched and clawed at the closed doors of Angels and Gods who would not listen until his voice was no longer made of starlight, but of burning coal and steel on stone. This was the only way left. He had been promised, and towards him marches Durin’s last army, and the one lone being in all that was left of Arda who would know him now.
He waits.
Um, very very inspired bythis post– I don’t know much Silmarillion stuff so I had to do some wiki-ing. There is not enough dark legolas and gimli stuff. It was already quite a dark prompt and then I decided to go ‘hmmm what state would Legolas be in by the time he’d exhausted all other options but Morgoth?”
I was raiding through my sketchbook for things to post and I found this teeny doodle of Eowyn and Arwen and god only knows what I was trying to achieve with it
It’s okay that I didn’t get a part in the first round of Sansukh podcast auditions. I think we all know who we really want to be voiced by a tiny squeaky woman with a Geordie accent.
Orla is the love of my life fight me fight her lose
*shrieks and nearly falls off chair*
AHHHH ORLA
she’s AMAZING her hair her hair her beard and hair braids rows topknot OH MY GOD chin tatts and the rings in her hair and HER HAIR I’M SURE I MENTIONED I LOVE HER HAIR and that expression is pure Orla holy shit
I AM GONNA BURST SOMETHING !!!
*blubbers in GL’s direction* I LOVE IT SO MUCH THANK YOU SO MUCH
So I spotted the Middle Earth POC challenge floating about and my brain went “aw yiss lets have me some of that”. And next thing I know, its an hour later and I’ve got 32 different Sikh model reference photos and a new Gimli and Legolas doodle.
Also entitled: Gimli and Legolas are superhotties and I have ran out of vimto so its time for bed.
Aw Yiss 