Do you have any headcanons for Oropher and his wife? Also sending you cuddles and smooches because you are just that awesome.

Hey Nonnie! *dives on you and smooches and hugs you back* Thank you, dear!

ohboy, not really – not heaps, anyway. I have a name for Thrandy’s mum – Haedirn, which means ‘Silent Watcher’, and I have done a sort of stream-of-consciousness headcanon on the spot about Oropher before… but I haven’t really fleshed anything out. 

Here’s my little thing on Oropher!

And now here’s some off-the-top-of-my-head ideas on Haedirn: She was a Sinda, from Doriath. I sorta want her to be an historian and a scholar??? (that’s where Laerophen gets it from, perhaps) Also sarcastic af. Shithouse at archery, but great with boats and water, basically half-fish when you get her into a river. Terrifying with a spear or a quarterstaff. Not so great at following instructions – tends to ignore, improvise and ‘improve’, a bit of a know-it-all. Loves willows and reeds and mangroves and other water-dwelling trees and plants. Warm low contralto singing voice, smooth and rich as honey. 

(Thranduil’s name means ‘Vigorous Spring’ – in the sense of a fast-flowing river best guess, there’s some etymological argument. I like to think she gave it to him, singing in that low sweet voice, the sound of the wind in the river-rushes.)

There we go! Hope you like!

What are your Oropher head canons?

I don’t really have that many, tbh Nonnie.

I think he was a lot warmer in his demeanour than our chilly diamond Thranduil. We know he was impatient – heck, that’s why he died at Dagorlad, through impatience. He didn’t wait for the signal.

I also think he had a real open dislike and resentment for the Noldor, heh. After the fall of Doriath, we know that the Sindar didn’t want to stay with Gil-galad and the rest of that lot, and instead they left the safety of Lindon and moved east. I suspect Oropher was all ‘fuck you, i’m out. Gonna be a king far far away from you crazy tragic murdering nutbags and your crazy world-destroying dramas.’

Basically, my mental picture is of an Elf who doesn’t have the icy demeanour, long-hidden wraths and griefs, and incredible ancient endurance of Thranduil. Instead, my Oropher was a quick-speaking, quick-thinking, witty and personable sort of Elf, with an almost-Manlike lack of patience, and TONS of Sindar pride. I suspect he was very well-liked, a very popular Elf. I mean, the Silvan Elves made him King, after all.

I bet he was a great dad.

But can you imagine the reactions of the elves in mandos to Legolas and Gimli? Like when Galadriel gives Gimli his gift and somewhere in Mandos Feanor is flipping the fuck OUT. (Oropher takes one look at Legolas and Gimli and has a an almost Thorin-style freak out)

HAHAHAHAHAHA

Feanor: 

She gave what-what-what to a what.

Everybody else: (uh-oh)

Feanor: 

Oropher: … my grandson is what-what a WHAT

everybody else: *whimpers* (oh help not again)

Oropher:

everybody else: (is it safe to come out now?)

Thingol: IS THAT A DWARF

everybody else: (oshit)