#manthor

[outofangband]

Since I changed my blog header, I thought I’d revisit this scene

At the moment I’m thinking about Húrin and Sador’s accounts of their ancestors.

“Were they afraid?” said Túrin

“It may be,” said Sador, “ it may be that they fled from the fear of the Dark, only to find it here before us, and nowhere else to fly but the Sea.”

Note: it does seem that when dark is capitalized, In this sort of circumstance. It refers specifically to the shadow of Morgoth. It is in, especially interesting line for so many reasons, and one of those is because the humans are the children of the Sun. They were born under the light, and yet they fled from the fear of the dark.*

Sador says that much lore of them is forgotten, even their names. This goes back to that motif in the Narn of knowledge being forgotten and there being an omission darkness in that forgetting.

Húrin says more on this to Morgoth. He talks of Morgoth’s attempts to manipulate and intimidate them

“Do you forgot to whom you speak? Such thing you spoke long ago to our fathers, but we escape from your shadow, and now we have knowledge of you, for we have looked on the faces that have seen the light and heard the voices that I’ve spoken with Manwë.”

This is similar to what was said a few chapters ago. “His heart was high with hope, and he had little fear, for the outcome of the battle for did not seem to him that any strength in middle earth could overthrow the Maya and splendor of the Eldar…They have seen the light in the west he said, and in the end darkness must flee from their faces.”

It is also in many ways, the opposite of what Sador had said. They both agree that their ancestors in the east lived under a shadow, and tried to escape that shadow.

Sador doesn’t think they succeeded; I’m reminded of his line about how a man who flies from his fear, may find that he has only taken a shortcut to meet it. This, it seems is what befell their ancestors. They fled from the shadow in the east only to find themselves oppressed by it more than ever and now there is nowhere to go, because further west has been barred from them.

To Húrin, despite the fact that when their ancestors came west, they settled in the lands beneath the fortress of Morgoth, their growing alliance with the elves and their own courage in defiance of that shadow might not mean that they have escaped the shadow completely but they may yet withstand it.

Also I have an upcoming post about this but I’m also thinking, Morwen might not particularly like Sador but there are a lot of similarities in their outlooks, even if the ways they express them are very different. Mentally putting “from high places it is easy to fall low” next to “you aim high but I fear to fall low”.

*Note: I do not have the space or time to go into this right now, but I’m putting a mental note here to talk more later about when dark is capitalized in Tolkien’s work and when it’s not. There is a really fascinating example in the wanderings of Húrin where the word shadow is used twice in somewhat similar circumstances, and one is capitalized, and one is not, and in my opinion, it implies a very different understanding of what’s happening between the two characters in question.

Manthor says that grief has darkened Húrin’s eyes and says “Thou bringest a shadow with thee, Húrin Thalion, in which lesser shadows grow darker.” Húrin says he lived long in the Shadow but did not yield to it but that while grief has robbed him of his light he takes no part in the Shadow (of Morgoth). It’s very notable where ‘shadow’ is capitalized here and where it’s not. Manthor seems to be using a different understanding of shadow than Húrin is. 

Anyways I’ll write more about this later

[ramomarpicette]

Il y a pas de gourou et de faux mettre dans ce monde que d'étoiles dans l'univers, ne confond pas les gens anime d'un désir de pouvoir égocentrisme avec un vrai Manthor, un maître spirituel, authentique naturel, ne va pas mendier l'intention sur lui ou sur elle, il attendra pas ni obéissance absolue,ni admiration inconditionnel mais te aidera à apprécier ton intérieur. Il est vrais que les menthors sont aussi transparent que le verre, il laisse passer la lumière de Dieu les traverser 

Il n'a pas peur du changement auquel tu es confronté, mais plutôt laisse la vie grandir en toi-même. Si tu te trouves au-dessus de tout comment sais-tu que ceux qui t'aime n'est pas plus.

[arofili]

three houses of the edain ➴ house of haleth ➴ headcanon disclaimer

          Hiril was the daughter of Halmir, and the sister of Haldir, Hundar, and Hareth. Alone of her siblings, she married within her House, wedding the Haladin hunter Enthor. Together they had one daughter, Meleth, who herself wed the warrior Agathor and bore him two sons, Hunthor and Manthor. Both Enthor and Agathor were slain in the Nírnaeth Arnœdiad, leaving Meleth to raise her children on her own.           When Glaurung came to Brethil, the great warrior known as Turambar asked for volunteers to accompany him on a quest to slay the dragon. At first only Dorlas stepped forth, and seeing the others hold back, he scorned them and demanded to know if none would take the place of the diminished Chieftain Brandir the Lame so that the House of Haleth would not be put to shame. It was Hunthor who rebuked Dorlas for his cruelty and volunteered in Brandir’s stead, following Turambar into danger.           Yet despite his harsh words, Dorlas soon proved cowardly and fled from the battle, leaving Hunthor and Turambar alone. They were nearing the belly of the beast when the heat and stench of the dragon caused Turambar to slip and nearly fall into the River Teiglin, but Hunthor seized him and saved his life. Turambar proclaimed him to be of great heart, but in that very moment a stone fell from the cliffside and struck Hunthor’s head, and he fell and was lost in the waters below. Hunthor’s death left his wife Himmeth a widow, and though his younger brother Manthor resolved to care for her, there was never love between them as there had been with her and Hunthor.           As both Brandir and Turambar perished on the day the dragon came, the leadership of the Haladin was now uncertain. An election was held between the two remaining heirs of Halmir: Manthor and Hardang, the grandson of Hundar. Though Manthor was the more popular choice, his claim was weaker as he was descended from the youngest of Halmir’s children who was also a woman, and thus Hardang rose to the Chieftainship he had long desired. Not wishing to anger those of his folk who would have preferred Manthor as a leader, Hardang promoted him to Captain of the Guards at the Crossings of Teiglin, a move which appeased Manthor for the time being.           Two years into Hardang’s rule, Manthor and his subordinates discovered Húrin Thalion at the Haudh-en-Elleth. Though there was some debate between them as to what they should do with the old man, Manthor woke him and offered him rest and food. When Húrin found he could not keep his food down, he agreed to go with the party to see the Chieftain.           Hardang was ill-pleased to see Húrin, and did not rise to greet him nor to offer him a chair, forcing the old man to sit on the ground. Only after Manthor rebuked him did Hardang grudgingly offer Húrin food and rest, and his weak courtesy so offended Húrin that he threw a stool at Hardang, cutting his head. Avranc, one of Hardang’s lackeys and the son of Dorlas, arrested and imprisoned him and advocated for his execution.           At this Manthor protested, having sympathy for Húrin, and quit Hardang’s service to summon the People of Haleth to a Folkmoot. That night he offered his aid to Húrin, winning his friendship, and discovered that Húrin’s food had been poisoned. The following morning, Húrin was put on trial for his assault of the Chieftain, but with Manthor’s support and counsel he won the Haladin over to his side.            Yet instead of justice being served, a riot broke out between the followers of Hardang and the followers of Manthor, culminating in the burning of the Hall of Chieftains, in which Hardang perished. Amid the chaos, Avranc shot twice at Manthor and missed both times. Manthor and Húrin escaped the ruins of Obel Halad, but before they could flee entirely Avranc fired an arrow a third time, killing Manthor. Thus ended the last of the Chieftains of the Haladin, and the ruin of the House of Haleth was completed.

[lopens-gay-cousin]

Fuck yeah we got *thunderstorms*

In addition to Rainbows, the following phenomena are now Gay:

Solar Eclipses

Lunar Eclipses

The Aurora Borealis

Thunderstorms

Sunsets

Sunrises 

Shooting Stars 

The Rings on Saturn 

I will not be taking questions, thank you

[gurguliare]

CONGRATS @vardasvapors​​ YOU’VE UNLOCKED UNASKED-FOR FOURTH OPTION ‘liveblog the entire Wanderings of Húrin, because I haven’t read it in nearly two years’

Twenty-eight years Hurin was captive in Angband, and at his release was in his sixtieth year, but great strength was in him still, in spite of the weight of his grief, for it suited the purpose of Morgoth that this should be so. He was sent under guard as far as the east-marches of Hithlum, and there he was let go free.

None that had known him [in] youth could mistake him still, though he had grown grim to look on: his hair and beard were white and long, but there was a fell light in his eyes. He walked unbowed, and yet carried a great black staff; but he was girt with his sword. Great wonder and dread fell on the land when it was noised in Hithlum that the Lord Hurin had returned. The Easterlings were dismayed, fearing that their Master would prove faithless again and give back the land to the Westrons, and that they would be enslaved in their turn. For watchmen had reported that Hurin came out of Angband.

'There was a great riding,' they said, 'of the black soldiers of Thangorodrim over the Anfauglith, and with them came this man, as one that was held in honour.'

Hey do you think the flamelike spirit that burns in Maedhros and makes him heal rapidly is ALSO a Morgoth bequest. Like does he heal super fast because his strength was of the ancient world or because Morgoth just unlocked that key in his genome before hanging him up on the wall and never got a chance to turn it off

...anyway how great is hot indelibly recognizable 60yo Húrin, forever. He has exactly his dashing younger self’s button nose.

Also I can’t believe he left Angband with an escort of hundreds of orc riders. After going into Angband still plastered in the orc hands he lopped off. Hey? Remember that? What’s up, Húrin? Do you think when they left him outside Dor-lomin one turned around and waved

Thus freedom only increased the bitterness of Hurin's heart; for even had he so wished, he could not have roused any rebellion against the new lords of the land. All the following that he gathered was a small company of the homeless men and outlaws chat lurked in the hills; but they had done no great deed against the Incomers since the passing of Turin, some five years before.

Of Turin's deeds in Brodda's hall Hurin now learned from the outlaws the true tale, and he looked on Asgon {3} and his men, and he said: 'Men are changed here. In thraldom they have found thrall hearts.'

God I just. cannot. believe. Hurin picks up the refugees that Turin fucking ditched in the mountains, and that they’ve now been downgraded from the bravest survivors of the Dor-lomin occupation to, meh, outlaws. No great deeds since Turin went off. Gotta love that Hurin’s-eye-view: well, what use to me?

'Fear not!' he said. 'I should have needed no companions, if I had come to fight with you. I am come only to take leave of the lord of the land. I have no liking for it any more, since you have defiled it. Hold it while you may, until your Master recalls you to the slave-tasks that fit you better.'

Then Lorgan was not ill-pleased to think that he would so soon and easily be rid of the fear of Hurin, without crossing the will of Angband; and he came forward.

'As you will, friend,' he said. 'I have done you no ill, and have let you be, and of this I hope you will bring a true tale, if you come again to the Master.'

Hurin eyed him in wrath. 'Friend me not, thrall and churl!' he said.

FB FRIEND REQUEST DECLINED. Also I love Lorgan, um, instantly recognizing the cocktail of tsundere threats characteristic of normal Angband introductions. sigh.

‘Fare you ill!'

'Tol acharn!' said Hurin. 'Vengeance comes. I am not the last of the Edain, whether I fare ill or well.' And with that he departed, and left the land of Hithlum.

HAHAHAHA I LOVE HURIN GETTING IT RIGHT... KIND OF... but unfortunately “I am not the last of the Edain, whether I fare ill or well” goes both ways. vengeance will come whatever happens to him but. whatever happens to him will still be awful and unchanged regardless of the survival of his peopleeeeee

[Some have said that] maybe he knew not that Glaurung was dead, and hoped in his heart distraught to take vengeance on this evil thing - for Morgoth would conceal the death of Glaurung, if he could, both because the loss was a grief to him and a hurt to his pride, and because (from Hurin especially) he would conceal all that was most valiant or successful of Turin's deeds. Yet this can scarce be so, since the death of Glaurung was so bound up with the death of his children and revelation of their evil case; while the rumour of the assault of Glaurung upon Brethil went far and wide. Certainly Morgoth fenced men in Hithlum, as he was able, and little news came to them of events in other lands; but so soon as Hurin passed southward or met any wanderers in the wild he would hear tidings of the battle in the ravine of Taiglin.

ahahahahahaha of course part of Húrin hopes that Glaurung survives. I mean I agree it makes no sense but: Of Course He Does. He’s Húrin Thalion, greatest warrior of the Edain! Why else was he released?

His heart is hot against Thingol. He passes it [Doriath] by and goes on to Nargothrond. Why? To seek news, plunder, --- he had been an admirer of Felagund.

w h a t  t h e  f u c k

Sorry nothing to say here just. AN ADMIRER OF FELAGUND? EXCUSE ME? OH MY GOD... DO YOU THINK TURGON TOLD HIM (EXPURGATED) STORIES

When Hurin stood again in the high places he descried far away amid the clouds the peaks of the Crisaegrim, and he remembered Turgon; and his heart desired to come again to the Hidden Realm, if he could, for there at least he would be remembered with honour. He had heard naught of the things that had come to pass in Gondolin, and knew not that Turgon now hardened his heart against wisdom and pity, and allowed no one either to enter or to go forth for any cause whatsoever. Therefore, unaware that all ways were shut beyond hope, he resolved to turn his steps towards the Crisaegrim; but he said nothing of his purpose to his companions, for he was still bound by his oath to reveal to no one that he knew even in what region Turgon abode.

Nonetheless he had need of help; for he had never lived in the wild, whereas the outlaws were long inured to the hard life of hunters and gatherers, and they brought with them such food as they could, though the Fell Winter had much diminished their store. Therefore Hurin said to them: 'We must leave this land now; for Lorgan will leave me in peace no longer. Let us go down into the vales of Sirion, where Spring has come at last!'

I love: Húrin constantly half-consciously aping ‘human capable of hope’ speech patterns just so he can better lie to people. He’s good at lying now. He spent thirty years thinking Morgoth’s hand-me-downs, why wouldn’t he be. Also I love how explicitly negative earlier drafts are about Gondolin and “at least he would be remembered with honor,” another relatively normal human desire among the many parading ostentatiously in Húrin’s surface thoughts, and I love Húrin not able to cook OR farm. Amazing. Sucks to have social stratification, huh, honey.

Also the fact that he has this company of people following him and then he just ditches them to go find Gondolin adds SO MUCH RICHNESS to his plea outside Gondolin? Like whoa oh oh I’m so alone in the world all have spurned me and btw I basically catfished six guys until THEY would teach me how to fish

'The old man's wits are wild. He speaks with strange voices to shadows in his sleep.'

'Little wonder if it were so,' said Asgon. 'But who else could stand as straight as he, after such woe? Nay, he is our right lord, do as he may, and I have sworn to follow him.'

'Even east over the ford?' said the others.

'Nay, there is small hope in that way,' said Asgon, 'and I do not think that Hurin will go far upon it. All we know of his purpose was to go soon to Brethil, and that he has an errand there. We are on the very border. Let us seek him there.'

'By whose leave?' said Ragnir. 'Men there do not love strangers.'

'Good men dwell there,' said Asgon, 'and the [Master >] Lord of Brethil is kin to our old lords.' Nonetheless the others were doubtful, for no tidings had come out of Brethil for some years. 'It may be ruled by Orcs for all we know,' they said.

'We shall soon find what way things go,' said Asgon. 'Orcs are little worse than Eastrons, I guess. If outlaws we must remain, I would rather lurk in the fair woods than in the cold hills.'

The Rohan/Lothlorien/Fangorn mix with Brethil is real intense, though I mostly feel the Rohan parallels. But I also like the reminder that the Hadorians and the people in Dor-lomin really have the most human-centric existence of any society in Beleriand. The Haladin don’t necessary have close ties to particular elves but they’re tangled up in Orcs and a front line of defense against Orcs from the moment of their introduction, and they therefore feel more meshed into the fantastic wild of Beleriand as a whole, whereas the Hadorians really, almost, sorta had a self-contained fortified society from which to look out at the uncanny world, for a while there. Anyway, then with “Orcs are little worse than Eastrons” you got that simultaneous tasty racism and hard-to-resist humanization of Orcs from back at the beginning of time before Species Divisions were formalized beyond hope of unlearning, so, \o_o/ I guess

'To those of proved faith,' said Hardang. 'To be Edain is not enough alone.'

[...]

'This is my judgement. Here Turin son of Hurin dwelt for a time, and he delivered the land from the Serpent of Angband. For this I give you your lives. But he scorned Brandir, right Chieftain of Brethil, and he slew him without justice or pity. Therefore I will not harbour you here.'

LOL REVERSE OF Húrin’s propaganda machine “I am not the last of the Edain, whether I fare ill or well.” idk that I have much to say about the completely unstable shifting identities here but <3

Asgon, therefore, turned and went back towards Brethil; and the others followed him, for he had a stout heart and men said that he was born with good luck.

[...]

'Well, thy luck has held,' said Ragnir, 'for at least we are not slain, though we came nigh it. Now what shall we do?’

Rasgir/Asgon is a good ship I hope they had a nice time being lost in the woods forever

Thus Turin was the second cousin of Brandir on the 'Hadorian' side, and he was also his second cousin on the Haladin side; while in the 'Beorian' line he was Brandir's second cousin once removed - a genealogical situation to delight the heart of Hamfast Gamgee. Pointing out these relationships in an isolated note of this time, my father observed that 'Turin would be more readily accepted by the Haladin when his true name and lineage were known or guessed', since he was akin to their lords in these ways.

I’m very ... Emotion ... about Brandir being this barely-tolerated lord, son of a Beorian mother with a great big polarizing Hadorian strain as well, alternately prized by the other anxious part-Hadorians and viewed as an outsider by scared, bitter Haladin rival branches. Do I headcanon that Beldis put him on the Wise track at all?? I don’t know! I think I do! I don’t think she was a Wise-woman though she probably just gave him like, five poison berries once and a pat on the head

The only obscure point concerns the failure of Asgon's party to encounter Hurin on his return. My father was in two minds about this. The rejected fourth paragraph in C (p. 267) shows him (having decided that Asgorn and his men were not imprisoned) taking the view that they were ejected from Brethil near the Crossings: it is 'the captain of the Taiglin-guard' who restores their weapons; and they remain lurking in that neighbourhood. Thus they missed Hurin, 'who entered out of Dimbar' (i.e. came into Brethil from the north after crossing the Brithiach, as Asgorn had done). Hurin, he wrote, must not enter Brethil at the Crossings and be found lying beside the Haud-en-Elleth (as the story was already in the draft manuscript).

But he at once, and understandably, thought better of this, and (in the fifth paragraph) retained the existing story that Hurin was found by the guards near the Crossings; he said now that Asgorn and his men were put out of Brethil in the same region as they entered, and that they lurked 'near the eaves in that region' - hence their failure to meet with Hurin. But in the replacement passage B 2 (p. 265) he has them decide not to stay near the north eaves of the forest, and they go down towards the Crossings.

Tbh this. impossible continuity fuckup is my FAVORITE and instantly enshrined as Fairy-tale Meaningful in my mind, for no particular reason. Hurin went to the Crossings! Asgorn and his men headed down to the Crossings! HURIN IS TAKEN CAPTIVE AND THEY NEVER MEET AGAIN. Thanks, Connie Willis.

...he halted and looked about him in little hope. He stood now at the foot of a great fall of stones beneath a sheer rock-wall, and he did not know that this was all that was now left to see of the old Way of Escape: the Dry River was blocked and the arched gate was buried.(28)

Then Hurin looked up to the grey sky, thinking that by fortune he might once more descry the Eagles, as he had done long ago in his youth.(29) But he saw only the shadows blown from the East, and clouds swirling about the inaccessible peaks; and wind hissed over the stones. But the watch of the Great Eagles was now redoubled, and they marked Hurin well, far below, forlorn in the failing light. And straightaway Sorontar himself, since the tidings seemed great, brought word to Turgon.

But Turgon said: 'Nay! This is past belief! Unless Morgoth sleeps. Ye were mistaken.'

Obviously this is all in the Silm-silm but man the... stereoscopic movement from Húrin staring up at the mountains from way down below the cloud layer TO THE EAGLES, watching from ABOVE the clouds, seeing everything illuminated. What the fuck. Also I love the repeated “Unless Morgoth sleeps” phrase, ha ha ha ha, like Morgoth is a dragon and Húrin is his FAVORITE goblet (tru)

As darkness fell Hurin stumbled from the stone, and fell, as one aswoon, into a deep sleep of grief. But in his sleep he heard the voice of Morwen lamenting, and often she spoke his name; and it seemed to him that her voice came out of Brethil.

//

The waters of Cabed Naeramarth roared on, but he heard no sound and saw nothing, and he felt nothing, for his heart was stone within him, and he thought that he would sit there until he too died.

But there came a chill wind that drove sharp rain into his face; and he was roused, and anger rose in him like smoke, mastering reason, so that all his desire was to seek vengeance for his wrongs and for the wrongs of his kin, accusing in his anguish all those who ever had dealings with them.

He arose and lifted Morwen up; and suddenly he knew that it was beyond his strength to bear her. He was hungry and old, and weary as winter. Slowly he laid her down again beside the standing stone. 'Lie there a little longer, Edelwen,' he said, 'until I return. Not even a wolf would do you more hurt. But the folk of this hard land shall rue the day that you died here!'

So of course the “anger rose in him like smoke, mastering reason” passage is the only rival for Fingolfin’s last ride in my affections, I should have listed it as an alternative because they really are just, The Two Favs, but anyway: other things I’m into here include the... kind of... the relatively innocent-seeming childlike oblivion of grief, interrupted by a perhaps braver (?) and more adult/heroic (??) impulse to answer Morwen’s call---his love! that takes priority!---and then the same process happening again after she dies, except now all that’s summoning him is his grief, and it’s soured completely in his absence. But like, the repeated habit of ‘shaking himself awake,’ the shape is the same, the feelings that fill it are the reverse

Also I can’t. can’t. BELIEVE the ... seamless transition from the factual, wrenching, sweet gallows humor of “Not even a wolf would do you more hurt” --- he’s looking at her, he’s flirting a little, he sees her clearly, she’s a corpse! --- STRAIGHT into “But the folk of this hard land shall rue the day that you died here.” He was calm for as long as he’s talking directly to his dead wife, it occurs to him he can hurt someone, it’s time to hurt someone. No one can hurt her now. What does that have to do with it? He wants to hurt someone!

'Shame upon you!' cried Manthor the captain, who coming behind had heard what they said. 'And upon you most, Avranc, young though you are! At least you have heard of the deeds of Hurin of Hithlum, or did you hold them only fireside fables? What is to be done, indeed! So, slay him in his sleep is your counsel. Out of hell comes the thought! '

'And so does he,' answered Avranc. 'If indeed he is Hurin. Who knows? '

'It can soon be known,' said Manthor; and coming to Hurin as he lay he knelt and raised his hand and kissed it. 'Awake!' he cried. 'Help is near. And if you are Hurin, there is no help that I would think enough.'

'And no help that he will not repay with evil,' said Avranc. 'He comes from Angband, I say.'

'What he may do is unknown,' said Manthor. 'What he has done we know, and our debt is unpaid.'

God Manthor you male feminist. I mean, uh, I, ‘out of hell comes the thought’ / ‘ and so does he’ put this on my .... portfolio website, also... the hand kiss.... the unintentional brain-cleaving accuracy of ‘and if you are Hurin, there is no help that I would think enough’ ... I do legit love What he may do is unknown. What he has done we know, and our debt is unpaid. Manthor is a good, rationalizing, sleazy kid who has already had TWO prophetic dreams :(

Then Manthor gave him a little bread and meat and water; but they seemed to choke him, and he spat them forth. 'How far is it to the house of your lord?' he asked. 'Until I have seen him the food that you denied to my beloved will not go down my throat.'

[Húrin after having his mouth scalded by a bite of lembas] ‘Hmm, must be because THINGOL and MELIAN mistreated my WIFE’

the food that you denied to my beloved. holy shit. he’s an evil slam poet.

Then he turned towards Hurin, who sat meanwhile bent on the low stool; his eyes were closed, and he seemed to take no heed of what was said.

LOVE HÚRIN’S FUCKING... SHITTY-ASS COMBINATION THEODEN-DENETHOR-GANDALF VIBE... WHATS UP. IM A HARMLESS OLD MAN. BUT I HATE YOU. BUT IM CRAZY MAGIC SO

Then Hurin looked at him and the wrath left his eyes; and together they drank and ate in silence. And when all was finished, Hurin said: 'By your voice you have overcome me. Never since the Day of Dread have I heard any man's voice so fair. Alas! alas! it calls to my mind the voices in my father's house, long ago when the shadow seemed far away.'

'That may well be,' said Manthor. 'Hiril my foremother was sister of thy mother, Hareth.'

'Then thou art both kin and friend,' said Hurin.

'But not I alone,' said Manthor. 'We are few and have little wealth, but we too are Edain, and bound by many ties to your people. Your name has long been held in honour here; but no news of your deeds would have reached us, if Haldir and Hundar had not marched to the Nirnaeth. There they fell, but three of their company returned, for they were succoured by Mablung of Doriath and healed of their wounds.’

1) Seriously the amount of time Húrin spends on offhand, awful, overwhelming flattery 2) I REMEMBER BEING EXACTLY AS WOWED BY THE MABLUNG CAMEO LAST TIME. “Oh, shit, they got healed by Doctor Who!” Fuck I just realized Mablung visited again ~2 weeks ago and probably talked to none of those people. Amazing.

Soon all the Moot-ring was filled. This was shaped as a great crescent, with seven tiers of turf-banks rising up from a smooth floor delved back into the hillside. A high fence was set all about it, and the only entry was by a heavy gate in the stockade that closed the open end of the crescent. In the middle of the lowest tier of seats was set the Angbor or Doom-rock, a great flat stone upon which the Halad (40) would sit. Those who were brought to judgement stood before the stone and faced the assembly.

... Then he stood facing the assembly and hallowed the Moot according to custom. First he named Manwe and Mandos, after the manner which the Edain had learned from the Eldar, and then, speaking the old tongue of the Folk which was now out of daily use, he declared that the Moot was duly set, being the three hundred and first Moot of Brethil, called to give judgement in a grave matter.

I don’t have anything to say about this it’s just the best and I regret not including it in my Nienor fic. Take me to turf ampitheater. Btw Niniel definitely spoke on that doom-rock right, that’s where she convinced the folk of Brethil to go rubberneck with her, right

also NAMED MANWE AND MANDOS AFTER THE MANNER WHICH THE EDAIN LEARNED FROM THE ELDAR and then goes straight to the old largely-ceremonial human language I. just. I love it so much. I love Beleriand.

The horn sounded twice, but for some time no one entered, and the sound of angry voices could be heard outside the fence. At length the gate was thrust open, and six men came in bearing Hurin between them.

'I am brought by violence and misuse,' he cried. 'I will not walk slave-fettered to any Moot upon earth, not though Elven-kings should sit there. And while I am bound thus I deny all authority and justice to your dooms.' But the men set him on the ground before the Stone and held him there by force.

Sorry I included a lot of Húrin quotes that I don’t even have anything to say about I Just... the vision... Húrin’s slightly fake flailing and perfect enunciation/projection techniques....

But when Hardang stepped down and Avranc came to the Stone there was a loud murmuring like the rumour of a coming storm. Avranc was a young man, not long wedded, and his youth was taken ill by all the elder headmen that sat there. And he was not loved for himself; for though he was bold, he was scornful, as was Dorlas his father before him. And dark tales were whispered concerning Dorlas; for though naught was known for certain, he was found slain far from the battle with Glaurung, and the reddened sword that lay by him had been the sword of Brandir.

But Avranc took no heed of the murmur, and bore himself airily, as if it were a light matter soon to be dealt with.

My secret favorite WoH thing is not even the Hurin garbage, it’s just the indiscriminate revengelike murder mystery consequences of Brandir’s death on This Entire Small Community. Also, Avranc is cute. Cuter than Dorlas because I cannot imagine Dorlas behind the bench in an Ace Attorney game. Pats.

‘We gave him food and he spat on it. I have seen Orcs do so, if any were fools enough to show them mercy.’

[vs Manthor:] ‘Yet as for despising our food: he took it from my hands, and he did not spit upon it. He spat it forth, for it choked him. Have you never, my masters, seen a man half-starved who could not swallow food in haste though he needed it? And this man was in great grief also and full of anger.’

Anyway okay I joked earlier but obviously the moment with Húrin spitting out the food/these successive interpretive frames are just... so... again like, this is as close as we get to textual acknowledgment of like... the HORROR of those scenes where Gollum is burned by the elf-rope and the moon, the fact that what’s spoken of in the abstract as a sure sign of evil reads on the page as just this terrible, wasteful injustice, that no one’s actively inflicting but that people have some duty to correct. And like. come on. the only explanation for orcish allergies that makes sense is that they’ve been deprived for so long that they just can’t handle [radiance/nutrients/silky touches of elf-hair]. Avranc and Manthor, I have great news, you think you’re making different arguments and through my sciences I have discovered, it’s ONE argument

'Prisoner, will you not speak?' said Avranc, and still Hurin gave no answer. 'So be it,' said Avranc. 'If he will not speak, not even to deny the charge, then there is no more to do. The charge is made good, and the one that is appointed to the Stone must propound to the Moot a penalty that seems just.'

But now Manthor stood up and said: ‘First he should at least be asked why he will not speak. And to that question reply may be made by his friend.'

'The question is put,' said Avranc with a shrug. 'If you know the answer give it.'

'Because he is fettered hand and foot,' said Manthor. 'Never before have we dragged to the Moot in fetters a man yet uncondemned. Still less one of the Edain whose name deserves honour, whatsoever may have happened since. Yes, "uncondemned" I say; for the accuser has left much unsaid that this Moot must hear before judgement is given.'

'But this is foolishness,' said Avranc. 'Adan or no, and whatever his name, the prisoner is ungovernable and malicious. The bonds are a needed precaution. Those who come near him must be protected from his violence.'

Sorry I just... really like Avranc...

Hmm I was going to put this observation somewhere else but I don’t really feel like attaching a quote: it is always soothing to me when Tolkien doesn’t quite know how to translate his ideas into an archaic register either. Like with the whole subplot of Hurin’s food being drugged. “IDK, HIS FOOD WAS DRUGGED.” Or when he tries to backdate idioms? “Third time shall thrive best!” mmhmmm

But the gathering and counting would take much time, and meanwhile Manthor saw that with each moment the mood of Hurin grew worse.

'There is another way more simple,' he said. 'There is no danger here to justify the bonds, and so think all who have used their voice. The Halad is in the Moot-ring, and he can remit his own order, if he will.'

'He will,' said Hardang, for it seemed to him that the mood of the assembly was restive, and he hoped by this stroke to regain its favour. 'Let the prisoner be released, and stand up before you!'

Hardang also a pretty great prototype of other doomed Tolkien politicians :[ from chilling in his chair with a bleeding headwound to bursting out petulantly about REMEMBER MY HEADWOUND? DO YOU THINK THIS IS A FANCY HAT? in court. He’s just... “trying his best”... I, too, suck at catering to the crowd while wishing to do nothing except cater to the crowd, Hardang.

'Ashamed ye may be. But this is not my charge. I do not ask that any in this land should match the son of Hurin in valour. But if I forgive those griefs, shall I forgive this? Hear me, Men of Brethil! There lies by the Standing Stone that you raised an old beggar-woman. Long she sat in your land, without fire, without food, without pity. Now she is dead. Dead. She was Morwen my wife. Morwen Edelwen, the lady elven-fair who bore Turin the slayer of Glaurung. She is dead.

[...]

Now Hardang was aghast at this turn, and his face went white with fear and amazement. But before he could speak, Hurin pointed a long hand at him. 'See!' he cried. 'There he stands with a sneer on his mouth! Does he deem himself safe? For I am robbed of my sword; and I am old and weary, he thinks. Nay, too often has he called me a wild man. He shall see one! Only hands, hands, are needed to wring his throat full of lies.'

With that Hurin left the Stone and strode towards Hardang; but he gave back before him, calling his household-men about him; and they drew off towards the gate. Thus it appeared to many that Hardang admitted his guilt, and they drew their weapons, and came down from the banks, crying out upon him.

Now there was peril of battle within the hallowed Ring. For others joined themselves to Hardang, some without love for him or his deeds, who nonetheless held to their loyalty and would at least defend him from violence, until he could answer before the Moot.

L M A O I JUST FUCKIN. THE NEGGING. “Not that I expected you to be braver than my son!” The as if just-remembered other detail: you killed my wife, though. Remember when you totally killed my wife, as I decided when I realized I needed someone to have killed her, because I wanted a reason to live? Remember that? Oh, okay, I’m walking forward now. No rush. I’m just briskly walking forward to strangle your leader. Everybody with m---oh look, he’s running away. After him! On your own time.

Now she is dead. Dead. She was Morwen my wife.

'Out of the dark days of our past it comes,' he said, 'before we turned our faces west. A shadow is upon us.' And he felt one lay a hand on his shoulder, and he turned and saw Hurin who stood behind him, with a grim face watching the kindling of the fires; and Hurin laughed.

'A strange folk are ye,' he said. 'Now cold, now hot. First wrath, then ruth. Under your chieftain's feet or at his throat. Down with Hardang! Up with Manthor! Wilt thou go up?'

'The Folk must choose,' said Manthor. 'And Hardang still lives.'

'Not for long, I hope,' said Hurin.

a. strange. folk. are ye. now cold. now hot. down with hardang! up with manthor! wilt thou go up? Hurin, I know you can’t, but listen to me, I have to ask: can you control your jollies for even a second. Until the house is ashes? If you recall, your wife is dead and not here and can’t unsmilingly appreciate your shit

'You are a mightier man than I, Hurin of Hithlum,' he said. 'I had such fear of your shadow that all wisdom and largesse forsook me. But now I do not think that any wisdom or mercy would have saved me from you, for you have none. You came to destroy me, and you at least have not denied it. But your last lie against me I cast back upon you ere I die. Never' - but with that blood gushed from his mouth, and he fell back, and said no more.

I know you haven’t read ASOIAF and you are the only person who might conceivably have scrolled this far down, but, god when people claim GRRM is more grimdark in his interest in deflating backhanded anticlimax than Tolkien, I ... I just...

‘I must go to the Field of the Worm and the Stone of the Hapless, where Morwen their mother lies untended. Will any come with me?'

Then ruth smote the hearts of those that heard him; and though some drew back in fear, many were willing to go, but among these there were more women than men.

<33 <3 they loved Nienor

But Hurin said: 'Nay, Nienor is not here, but it is fitter that she should lie here near her son than with any strangers. So she would have chosen.'

[...] But it is said that after that day fear left that place, though sorrow remained, and it was ever leafless and bare. But until the end of Beleriand women of Brethil would come with flowers in spring and berries in autumn and sing there a while of the Grey Lady who sought in vain for her son.

I have to single out every time someone mentions “Nienor is not there,” also the implication that obviously Morwen would MOST want to be buried where Nienor is, um, soothing to me. Personally. Not because I don’t care a ton about Morwen and Turin, it’s just, the Morwen-Nienor relationship is like... you know. Anyway I can’t believe how lovely and unqualified this is even though Brethil is on fire in another tab.

Now Manthor sat gasping with his back to a tree. 'It is a poor archer that will miss his mark at the third aim,' he said.

Hurin leaned on his staff and looked down at Manthor. 'But thou hast missed thy mark, kinsman,' he said. 'Thou hast been a valiant friend, and yet I think thou wert so hot in the cause for thyself also. Manthor would have sat more worthily in the chair of the Chieftains.'

'Thou hast a hard eye, Hurin, to pierce all hearts but thine own,' said Manthor.

THANKS HURIN. THANKS FOR THE SOFTWARE UPDATE. THANKS FOR RUNNING A DIAGNOSTIC ON THIS DECEASED MAN. great job leaning on your staff for effect, you maniac

‘...I would weep for thee, Manthor; for thou hast saved me from dishonour, and thou hadst love for my son.'

'Then, lord, use in peace the little more life that I have won for thee,' said Manthor. 'Do not bring your shadow upon others!'

'Why, must I not still walk in the world?' said Hurin. 'I will go on till the shadow overtakes me. Farewell!'

Final thoughts on Wanderings of Húrin: it’s super weird how Homer wrote the softcore flanderizing fix-it AU of Morwen/Húrin thousands of years before Morwen/Húrin ok ok it doesn’t actually bear that much resemblance to the Odyssey/the slaying of the suitors, I just think I’m funny

[lady-rogers-stark]

—; Go, fall in love again. Everyone is not like him.

Show me that heaven's right here Touch me, so I know I'm not crazy Never have I ever met somebody like you Used to be afraid of love and what it might do But goddamn, you got me in love again

—; @homenum-revelio-rpg

[faramir-boromir]

The History of Middle-earth \ House of Haleth Part II

After the death of Handir the Haladin dwindled and became more reclusive but survived on. They remained in their woods, occasionally ambushing Orcs at the Crossings. It was during the reign of Brandir that Túrin Turambar son of Húrin came to Brethil and became in all but name its leader, leading them in warfare in much the same manner as he had the elves of Nargothrond. Túrin's presence brought the dragon Glaurung to Brethil and though Túrin succeeded in slaying the beast, he slew Brandir in a rage as the final threads sparing him from his doom unravelled. Túrin's suicide ended that period in the history of the Haladin .But their dealings with Húrin and his cursed kin were not yet over for Húrin himself came among them after twenty eight years of captivity in Angband. Now a broken man he succeeded in sparking a civil war in the House of Haleth owing to his perception of the treatment of his wife whom he found at the grave of their children. Obel Halad was burnt and all potential heirs slain or driven away in the anarchy that followed. In that way did the House of Haleth cases to be in the year F.A. 500. The Drúedain who had dwelt in the forest of Brethil were reduced to a few families of mainly woman and children, who fled to the Mouths of Sirion.

[tolkien-feels]

Another Wanderings of Húrin meme related to the last one

Avranc at Manthor like the whole time

-@outofangband

@outofangband To be fair to Avranc, "I'll kill you" seems to be like two thirds of his personality, so he's just following his vocation

[echoofthemusic]

According to the version of the timeline that matches The Silmarillion, Eärendil and Elwing were both born in the 503rd year of the First Age. Who do you think was born earlier?

It’s not an important question, and there’s no right or wrong answer, but I’m curious to know people’s headcanons or opinions. I put more information under the cut.

Events in the two years before F.A. 503

Wanderings of Húrin to Hithlum, Gondolin, Brethil, Nargothrond, Doriath (Deaths of Morwen, Hardang, Manthor, Mîm, and Húrin)

Remake of the Nauglamír with the Silmaril by the Dwarves of Nogrod

Marriage of Tuor and Idril

Death of Thingol

Departure of Melian

F.A. 503 Gondolin timeline

Birth of Eärendil in Gondolin: “In the spring of the year after was born in Gondolin Eärendil Halfelven, the son of Tuor and Idril Celebrindal; and that was five hundred years and three since the coming of the Noldor to Middle-earth.”

F.A. 503 Doriath timeline

Battle of the Thousand Caves (Death of Mablung)

Birth of Elwing in Ossiriand: “The sons of Dior and Nimloth were Eluréd and Elurín; and a daughter also was born to them, and she was named Elwing, which is Star-spray, for she was born on a night of stars, whose light glittered in the spray of the waterfall of Lanthir Lamath beside her father's house.”

Battle of Sarn Athrad (Death of the Lord of Nogrod)

Move of Dior’s family from Ossiriand to Doriath: “Now Dior Thingol's heir bade farewell to Beren and Lúthien, and departing from Lanthir Lamath with Nimloth his wife he came to Menegroth, and abode there; and with them went their young sons Eluréd and Elurín, and Elwing their daughter.”

Deaths of Beren and Lúthien in Ossiriand

Transfer of the Nauglamír with the Silmaril to Dior: “There came a night of autumn, and when it grew late, one came and smote upon the doors of Menegroth, demanding admittance to the King.”

[child-of-hurin]

Don’t apologize I’m so glad you got carried away! I love your Narn thoughts

Here are mine. To be fair some of these are only because of one or two lyrics

“Curses” by The Crane Wives (“oh ashes, ashes, dust to dust, the devils after both of us….”)

Volition by Julia Henning (Húrin post Angband or Túrin or Niënor shortly pre death)

Fading Light by The Aviators and No Happy Ending by The Mechanisms for Nirnaeth feelings

Lost Upon The Sea by Lily and Madeline (sort of makes me think of Niënor)

The Guardian (Elie’s Song) by Shawn James (Húrin in and post Angband)

Justice by Dirt Poor Robbins for post Angband Húrin again (also I thought about Avranc and Manthor and Húrin during the bridge especially of the song Irony by that band and my brain won’t ever undo that connection)

You Don’t Know from the musical Next to Normal for any of the family to be honest

These are off the top of my head so I might come back with more and also this doesn’t include songs that are explicitly about the Narn (I LOVE both Harvest of Sorrow and A Dark Passage from Nightfall in Middle Earth plus the interlude The Steadfast)

-@outofangband

I also didn't include those either but also love Harvest of Sorrow! There are a couple of concept CoH albums I like a lot, actually, and some of them are available on Spotify, I should post them here sometime! I love this fandom, there's always so much quality fan artistic content :')

I don't know any of the songs you mentioned here, I'm gonna have fun listening to them ^^ thanks for the recs!

[arofili]

three houses of the edain ❂ house of hador ❂ headcanon disclaimer

          Upon witnessing the utter ruin of his children, Húrin Thalion was released from his torment at the hands of Morgoth and given an escort back to his land of Hithlum. His reappearance alongside the soldiers of the Enemy made the men of Dor-lómin believe he was in league with the Dark King, and thus Húrin was shunned by his own people and prevented from rousing any rebellion against the Easterlings who had occupied his land. Only a small company of outlaws dared to follow Húrin when he departed, following him first to the halls of Lorgan, the man who had enslaved Húrin’s nephew Tuor, though Húrin did not know this. Lorgan feigned friendship with Húrin, but when Húrin declared he was not in Morgoth’s service Lorgan allowed him to leave unhindered, guessing his Master’s purpose was to use Húrin’s bitterness to sow discontent among the remnant of the Edain.           Húrin took with him eight companions from Hithlum, some men he had known before his captivity and some he met only now. The chief of these was Asgon, a man who had refused his lord’s summons to the Fifth Battle and had chosen to live as an outlaw until the Easterlings discovered his hideout and forced him into bondage. Asgon had been among the rebels stirred up by Túrin when Brodda was killed, but seeing the destruction Túrin wrought he had rebuked him and led his fellow revolutionaries out into the wild to live once more as outlaws. Now, his conscience pricked at him, and attempting to redeem his cowardice, he took what remained of his followers and entered into Húrin’s service where he had fled it before.           Though there had been nearly twenty men in Asgon’s band of outlaws before, many had abandoned their companions for other pursuits, and now only seven remained. These were Dringoth, a smith who had been laid low by an injury at the time of the Nírnaeth; Dimaethor, who had been away on an errand when the call to arms came; Negenor, who like Asgon had refused to fight; Tondir, who had been carrying his husband’s child that fateful year; Haedirn, a scout who had been injured on the march to the Anfauglith and sent home; Orthelron, a roof-worker who had suffered a broken leg just before the battle; and last of all Ragnir the Hunter, who had been too young to follow his father to war.           Húrin instructed Asgon to lead him down into the Vales of Sirion, for he desired to visit Turukáno of Gondolin with whom he had been friends before the war. Yet he could not reveal his destination to any of his company, for he was bound by an oath of secrecy, and he had little intention to bring them along with him into the hidden city. Asgon led the way from Hithlum down the Lithir River, their journey unhindered by any creatures of Morgoth, who were tasked instead to spy upon the men.           Coming to the ford of Brithiach, Húrin told Asgon he wished to go to Brethil where his son had died. That night, having given them a false lead, Húrin slipped away and headed into Dimbar seeking Gondolin. Arising the next morning, Asgon and his companions knew if Húrin had left of his own volition or if he was taken by a beast or foe. Ragnir had tired of the journey and wished to go home, but Asgon denied him and led his men instead to Brethil where the marchwardens of the Haladin took them into custody for trespassing. When questioned, Asgon revealed to Hardang, the new Chieftain of the Haladin, that Húrin had returned and intended to come to Brethil, though none of the Haladin had seen him thus far.           Frightened by this news, for he had held little love for Turambar in his time among the people of Brethil, Hardang expelled Asgon and his men from Brethil without their weapons. They were led away, blindfolded, but the marchwarden Ebor was a servant of Hardang’s rival Manthor and secretly returned their belongings, begging them not to return lest Hardange order them killed on sight. Yet Asgon determined to remain nearby, waiting for Húrin to reappear.           His faith in his liege-lord came too late, for Húrin had lost any care he may once have held for his companions, and returning from his vain search for Gondolin he passed by them in the night without bothering to seek them. Thus Asgon and the rest waited impatiently for their lord’s return for several days, during which young Ragnir, whose initial patience with Asgon had waned, led a mutiny and headed back to Hithlum with half their group. With Ragnir went Negenor, Orthelron, and Dimaethor, and no tale tells of their fate. It is certain only that they never made it back to Dor-lómin, and most believe them to have been slain on the road by the servants of Morgoth.           When at last Húrin reemerged from Brethil, Asgon confronted him in anger, demanding to know why they had been abandoned. Húrin only laughed and told them that the last House of the Edain had fallen into disarray, and that Morgoth had all but won the battle against the Free-peoples of Beleriand. He scorned them for their faith in him and ordered them to leave, departing alone in the direction of Nargothrond.           Furious, Asgon resolved to prove Húrin wrong. He led the remnant of his followers to the ruins of Ephel Brandir, rallying the remnant of the Haladin and declaring he would guide them to a safe place. Tondir reminded Asgon that the only free realms remaining were Doriath, which refused most outsiders, and Gondolin, hidden so well even Húrin could not find it. But Haedirn interjected, saying that the Havens of Sirion yet stood, and that many Edain had fled there already, including Eltas, who once had been a member of their outlaw band. Seizing hold of that last hope, Asgon shepherded his folk out of Brethil and set their course for the seashore. Though some perished along the way, others survived, and these folk were among the ancestors of the Men who fought beside Elros Tar-Minyatur in the War of Wrath—including Queen Hiril Tári-Ecceþindë, who was the descendant of Dringoth of Hithlum and Thoriel, the daughter of Larnach who had been saved by Túrin from the Gaurwaith some years prior.

[azuma919]

Manthor,Hardang

[gurguliare]

☕️ asoiaf au CoH as tullys... and morwen as a northern refugee

...........STEADFAST more like STONEHEART

[444names]

bosmer names from tes + irish forenames + scottish surnames BUT excluding "mac"

Adrithis Aenacmh Aerel Agusanck Agwen Agwook Aichiongor Aingregill Aisdrainith Alasán Alauris Aleginnch Aleth Allabh Andirth Anghanalegi Angin Anglanril Anglillor Angonger Anrismeick Anron Aogaingain Aoinor Aoldhbhán Aragóisde Aralifion Arbhelin Arelm Ariir Arinn Arlandiran Arraregh Arrimh Arrina Arrinwendir Athradh Bahaidhain Bairiel Baitheldan Balas Balbuin Balena Barragor Bauronel Belainch Berthel Blatharan Bluessear Bluin Blunor Blàrale Boirrel Bolake Bolebrùns Borelis Bornd Brabeath Bregon Breliwemral Brester Breth Briacth Briel Brion Bruas Burach Caegor Caenaros Calacphagor Calin Calleafook Callen Candan Canolin Caras Cardháic Cargen Casaid Casth Cathagpoor Cenoraentán Cerchail Chada Ciirion Cillinach Cillion Cillondaim Cindradan Cionithail Ciosmein Circhaid Cirrana Cluidora Congongor Cuaingaenir Cuura Cwynor Cygideras Cylnianarel Cèamriel Cúmha Daidra Daingdadal Dalim Dalor Dathonianor Deldwolin Denlis Donas Doril Doriosd Dothras Dreth Drevel Driath Duldon Dónarval Eathrean Edann Eginolwenis Ehlas Eiden Elannilnor Elemaithuir Elith Elran Emeake Endinroth Endralrot Enghal Engil Englana Englathoror Entyfor Erthalist Eslalir Ethilch Ethora Eóirin Faedwern Faelowth Faeren Faervale Falidh Falke Fandor Fanelowen Fanán Farabhia Faris Farras Farthind Fauloche Feandrosa Feathir Fewood Fiarradesky Filas Filin Fillfinas Finethale Finna Firilín Firrethon Fithards Fithubnor Fladhainon Flarina Foinas Follendan Follephra Fooll Fornar Forwund Gadil Gaelriongue Gaengillor Gaente Gaith Galfhor Galina Galisail Galor Gandranafin Ganekin Gangil Gangornpook Ganroorne Garil Garothiller Gathiacnas Gennilleva Gervirn Gethell Gilineadh Giner Ginsionoris Girithilde Glacus Glatan Glimian Golairuin Gorns Gotall Grimpheles Grionnel Gwaen Gwagaen Gwilip Gwindrille Gwingiogais Gwirdwindar Gòrstel Hadin Hadir Hagas Hedhùghalth Hegothneth Helaich Hereldaenor Huunal Iathel Idraids Ilran Iltha Indan Indarn Indigin Indorwin Indrin Inlidrathol Ithain Ivybrualth Ivydraronia Ivysandral Jofin Karas Karedh Karion Ladaver Laene Lainn Lasendir Legalas Leganith Legeinwoor Legeng Legolin Legor Lemiriel Lenledh Lianna Liendra Lienniar Lilbonderan Lilluim Lilthorion Liléirelan Lowina Luewirs Luinn Lywena Maedh Maene Maidhid Maighail Mailís Maimellas Mainglas Manaria Mandran Manth Manthor Manán Maoibhereth Maollostere Maras Mearin Megaithrinn Menanas Menor Merlacil Miliut Milín Mindor Mingh Molrol Mondran Mosdronain Mossky Muibhair Muistir Mónán Naegil Naethaltán Nalin Nalora Nalthiac Narbri Narin Narrend Nathra Nedheacla Nedongodan Neraith Niellfion Nieniel Nigha Nigil Nigillow Nilgoch Nilislan Nilmion Nimbroorn Nirionlas Nirsteren Nislaccil Nithaithad Nivania Niviregh Norill Nóragan Oakhom Odagaenra Offrea Oisgèil Ollebrona Ongilaith Onglon Orcasgawen Orcheath Orinnit Orwig Palaccamer Palaosa Palbor Palow Panachann Parade Peath Peulbeador Phygwen Phylteach Physky Phyth Pinorond Rallearth Ranis Rathorth Rayidoran Redwiel Rethacreth Rethoril Riaber Riala Rilin Riven Riveryshole Robaoir Rodan Ronis Rostiocan Rundrah Réadel Ríonniod Róinghus Sacheadelor Saladnor Sanrinrin Saolein Sarderp Scaig Seath Sethor Sgaend Sginalaig Shadel Shadh Shailbuidel Shand Shatand Silin Sillionir Silíonglis Sithen Spril Sprin Sprirwaegor Sthghunonn Surwiroth Séangothol Sùdrenil Tadirra Tagas Taghnadir Tandor Tarthaidel Tavannin Taverieleb Tavirin Telledubhil Thach Thaden Thaidh Thaighith Thain Thais Thalinrena Thaloollen Thaolgainia Thather Thian Tholis Tholuewooth Thrìghawn Tiùbhán Tonglor Tonionviril Tringilthil Tulithir Uadyhor Ualanith Uisgaellan Ulmina Ulwenith Unginiel Unian Unith Ururel Uunndoth Valdacil Wenaithilor Wengreacil Wilairthald Wilin Woodrid Woolow Wylsee Ágaras Árdaer Éamhìthille Éimrin Éthbhundorn

[xolowinq900s]

Bright Enterprise Set of 4, (Hulk, Captain America, Iron Man,Thor) with Weapons Age of Ultron Action

[tolkien-feels]

(Avranc to Hardang about Manthor)

Another Wanderings of Húrin meme for you!

-@outofangband

@outofangband Oh no this was lost in my inbox!!

Honestly this entire storyline is so much fun in a backstabbing way (see what I did there?), I think it would make for a fun fanfilm! In the meantime, I'm glad you're providing us all with memes!