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cissyvons asked:

Hi i'm new on Tumblr, i often play lotro and i would like to share my screenshots with you ! Do you allow me and how can I do this ?

Hi and welcome to tumblr (and lotrogeek ^v^). We love receiving submissions from followers and sharing them with others! There are a few ways you to go about doing that.

  1. You can go to our submit page (http://lotrogeek.tumblr.com/submit) and change post type from text to photo and submit your screenshots that way.
  2. You can post them on your blog and tag it with lotrogeek if you want to make sure we see it and reblog it.
  3. Or you can just post them on your blog and tag with lotro. Normally, I’ll (mairontheadmireable) try to visit the lotro tag a few times a week to load up the queue. 

Can’t wait to see your screenshots (and any/everyone elses!)

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A Minstrel’s correspondence

My submission for the contest (and my first tumblr post ever :) I hope the english is not too bad

Dear you,

after riding for such a long time, I reached western Gondor. You know me, so you will not be surprised that I am already helping the people in Dol Amroth. Sometimes I wonder how they would do without me to solve their troubles.

The city itself is gorgeous, so different from what I have seen before. Can you imagine that the streets are paved ? I think you wouldn’t like it but I still wish you were here. It even sounds different, you can hear the wind curling around the towers, the sea stroking the walls and the seagulls high in the sky. I met many interesting Gondorians and took a lot of notes in the library for you.

Despite the beauty I couldn’t bear to stay around so many people. I have set a small camp on a hill, where I wake up to the sight of the sea every day and remember Amroth and Nimrodel. I have found small villages, all with white stones and blue roofs. I hope one day I will be able to show them to you. They look so pristine, in valleys of pink and white trees, surrounded by cristal blue rivers.

I am in the perfect place for composing new ballads, but I am afraid I cannot find time for it. The more I travel, the more I see how the shadow is falling on all of us. I fought dead men and corsairs, drakes and tortues (don’t laugh, these tortues are ferocious) ; I won’t stop as long as they are lurking around good men. 

I won’t tell you about Edhellond, only that it has fallen and that I will make sure that the rest of Gondor won’t meet the same fate.

Tomorrow at dawn I am heading with some companions to the Crown of Tarlang. From what I have hear, this is a grim place and they will need me. Have no fear for me, for the men of Gondor are brave and strong.

           Your favorite minstrel (and her horse, he would like you to know he is as splendid as ever)”

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maeras asked:

quick question! are you accepting non-screenshot submissions for the contest?

Yes! If you have something else to submit, we’d love to see it. On the original post it said these things were allowed/suggested:

  • Screen Shots
  • Stories (we’ve never gotten one!)
  • Drawings
  • Paintings
  • Pictures
  • Videos
  • Songs
  • Almost anything you can think of!

    Can’t wait to see what you have!
    <3lotrogeek

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A maiden’s lament

There was a time when hope was high,
And my days were plenty of pleasure,
And love seemed to never die,
A delight I could not measure.
And my happiness overwhelmed the sea
For my heart was filled with passion.
"My life I want to spend with thee"
With everlasting satisfaction
Whispered the Swan Knight to me.


But now this is but a lie,
As the night fell with anger
And a storm covered the sky,
Killing my faith with a thunder.
The war took away my treasure
And my soul now lies in dismay.
And the bliss, I can’t remember
For my love is far away

((Note: I’m sorry if there are mistakes, English isn’t my mother language.))

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The interior of Melilraen’s house, in the Falathlorn Homesteads.

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elrondings:

I found my throne 

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but where are my minions?

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The cold clash of steel against steel split through the salty air, and the lone Corsair scout jeered at the elf when he stumbled back from the hard strike. His arm throbbed, but the satisfied smirk on the raider’s face when he realized he had the upper hand shot a spark of rage through his body. He would not let himself be beaten by a pirate. This would teach those Corsairs not to mess with a Champion. A roar burst from his throat, the adrenaline thrusting him forward on the unsuspecting thief. The Corsair’s eyes bulged and he attempted to scramble away, but the elf was too fast. He let out a final yell and drew one last wheezing breath as the elf’s sword found its resting place in his gut. The brightly clad buccaneer collapsed in a growing pool of blood and the elf stumbled back, gasping for air. That had been a close one. He needed time to heal his wounds before continuing on down the hill to the main camp. Nothing he couldn’t walk off, but all the same, a breather would be nice. He knelt to clean his sword on the grass. A breeze blew from the west, and his eyes turned towards the source, sheathing his blade and straightening. He took a deep breath, drawing in the fresh air that blew away the stench of blood and sweat, and made his way over to the edge of the cliff.
Breanthir gazed out over the glistening blue waters, the sun already falling down below the horizon. How many years had it been since his father had sailed across those waters to the Undying Lands, never to return to Middle Earth, and Lorien, their faraway home? Leaving him, still a child, alone. He remembered all too well the last time he had seen his Ada under the Golden Woods before he had set off for Edhellond, the very harbor that sprawled out below him. Back when it was still a haven  of the elves. Now it was overrun by the Corsair, the brutish people from Umbar that troubled the men of Gondor’s coast so. They looted and ransacked what remained of the deep, rich history of the elves.
A seagull cawed above him and caught his eye, drawing his tired gaze across the bay to the glorious city of men, Dol Amroth. The extravagant towers of the city could be seen just beyond the overgrown ruins of the once-beautiful, bustling port of elves, an excellent reminder to the sentimental elf of what needed to be done. The age of the elves in Middle Earth may be fading, but that didn’t mean the elves couldn’t guide and help the men as their age dawned.
He whistled for his horse, a fine steed given to him by another group of men he’d aided, the mighty Rohirrim. He took one last longing gaze at the ruins, his eyes travelling over the mossy, worn statue of the elf-maiden Nimrodel, over the wretched ships of the Corsair, over the water—over the water, out where somewhere in the West his Ada waited. But it wasn’t his time. Breanthir threw the reins and his horse took off for Dol Amroth.
He had a city to save.  

The cold clash of steel against steel split through the salty air, and the lone Corsair scout jeered at the elf when he stumbled back from the hard strike. His arm throbbed, but the satisfied smirk on the raider’s face when he realized he had the upper hand shot a spark of rage through his body. He would not let himself be beaten by a pirate. This would teach those Corsairs not to mess with a Champion. A roar burst from his throat, the adrenaline thrusting him forward on the unsuspecting thief. The Corsair’s eyes bulged and he attempted to scramble away, but the elf was too fast. He let out a final yell and drew one last wheezing breath as the elf’s sword found its resting place in his gut. The brightly clad buccaneer collapsed in a growing pool of blood and the elf stumbled back, gasping for air. That had been a close one. He needed time to heal his wounds before continuing on down the hill to the main camp. Nothing he couldn’t walk off, but all the same, a breather would be nice. He knelt to clean his sword on the grass. A breeze blew from the west, and his eyes turned towards the source, sheathing his blade and straightening. He took a deep breath, drawing in the fresh air that blew away the stench of blood and sweat, and made his way over to the edge of the cliff.

Breanthir gazed out over the glistening blue waters, the sun already falling down below the horizon. How many years had it been since his father had sailed across those waters to the Undying Lands, never to return to Middle Earth, and Lorien, their faraway home? Leaving him, still a child, alone. He remembered all too well the last time he had seen his Ada under the Golden Woods before he had set off for Edhellond, the very harbor that sprawled out below him. Back when it was still a haven  of the elves. Now it was overrun by the Corsair, the brutish people from Umbar that troubled the men of Gondor’s coast so. They looted and ransacked what remained of the deep, rich history of the elves.

A seagull cawed above him and caught his eye, drawing his tired gaze across the bay to the glorious city of men, Dol Amroth. The extravagant towers of the city could be seen just beyond the overgrown ruins of the once-beautiful, bustling port of elves, an excellent reminder to the sentimental elf of what needed to be done. The age of the elves in Middle Earth may be fading, but that didn’t mean the elves couldn’t guide and help the men as their age dawned.

He whistled for his horse, a fine steed given to him by another group of men he’d aided, the mighty Rohirrim. He took one last longing gaze at the ruins, his eyes travelling over the mossy, worn statue of the elf-maiden Nimrodel, over the wretched ships of the Corsair, over the water—over the water, out where somewhere in the West his Ada waited. But it wasn’t his time. Breanthir threw the reins and his horse took off for Dol Amroth.

He had a city to save.