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I'm thinking about the Lay of Leithain again and... it never really made sense to me that after learning their identities Sauron would plan to keep Finrod for 'interrogation', and yet immediately have Beren put to death; not after all those years he spent futilely chasing Morgoth's #1 Most Wanted, you know? I always consigned this part to the stack of alternate versions of canon that don't fit anywhere in particular tbh.
...Except: (1) Sauron was sent out with an army to chase him out. (2) Beren subsequently just... disappeared for a while. I have to wonder now, what are the odds that Sauron already cashed in on whatever favour from Morgoth success would have gotten him and had a nasty shock that had him trying to cover up for his prior presumption before anyone could know better?
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at least the intonation was the right one xd
Artanis: Why did you ask Finrod, of all people, to help with the repairs?
Caranthir: To be honest, I was curious to hear him swear for once in our life.
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Ooo, in case you haven’t drawn her already I’d love to see Miriel in your style! Or if not, then perhaps some of the other Fëanorian / related-to-Finwë ladies <3

Míriel (or at least how I see her <3)
it’s a shame we didn’t get to see much of her, I find her very interesting
also as I see from other requests people want to see more women and here I was drawing only men basically :D
I will draw and post the rest soon!
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grandchildren of finwe⭐
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an Arwen sketch, as per a request from the post before :D
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elrond & elros blog meme thing
Both separately, I assume? Sure!
Elros:
their blog url: @shallinherittheearth
the kind of posts they reblog: religious iconography, excerpts from philosophical documents, innovative architecture, ocean pics, human biology graphics, quotes of funny laws and legal decisions in old telerin and edain statutes tagged #ref, fyeahedain reblogs from Elrond, random posts with some incomprehensible in-joke-filled tag-ramble addressed to Elrond for no discernible reason
the first person they followed: Elrond
what kind of theme they’d have: Something minimalist, with a tennyson quote in the title yes fine ok i stole that from one of emilyenrose’s replies but it was in my subconscious i swear
what kind of text posts they make at 2am:
-Complaining about age-related aches and pains
-”wow man, like, did you know, I will never be farther from dying than i am at the moment i post this :D” (Elrond unfollows him for like 3 weeks after this bc it’s not the first time)
Elrond
their blog url: @notdeadmanwalking
the kind of posts they reblog: history, archeological discoveries, excerpts from ancient documents/plays/poems/prayers, travel and world wonder picspams, funny posts about culture-clash fuckups tagged #ref, 80% of everything his nieces and nephews post, 50% of everything from fyeahedain with an @ for Elros, posts with some incomprehensible in-joke-filled tag-ramble addressed to Elros for no discernible reason
the first person they followed: Elros
what kind of theme they’d have: One of those ones that are designed to be maximally convenient and accessible for anyone looking around on it
what kind of text posts they make at 2am:
[circa 443-444 SA]: “just accidentally looked @ mirror when getting up to have a glass of water and had to lie face down on the floor for 3 hours…….I’M FINE. THIS IS FINE.”
[all other times]: additional verses to tra-la-la-lally
#feat. my terrible habit of reblogging random posts from—oh what would you say it's not even a 12 year old post this time I could do worse ig#elrond#elros#modern au#alas I have no actual tag for tumblr in middle earth#vardasvapors
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'Here,' said Elrond, turning to Gandalf, 'is Boromir, a man from the South. He arrived in the grey morning, and seeks for counsel. I have bidden him to be present, for here his questions will be answered.'
I love how Boromir is presented to Gandalf. He's just a guy. From the South. Not the oldest son of a steward of Gondor and most probably his heir. No, nothing like that. He's just a dude. And he apparently needs help.
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If someone's wondering who is that, this is Thuringwethil, the Dark Herald, a vampire, there are only a few lines about her in The Silmarillion, but that is the reason I love her.
She is surrounded by mystery and for me it was impossible not to be imbued with it.
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Caranthir, harshest of the sons of Fëanor
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In front of them they saw the lower lands dotted with small clumps of trees that melted away in the distance to a brown woodland haze. They were looking across the Woody End towards the Brandywine River.
…He sat down on the bank at the side of the road and looked away east into the haze, beyond which lay the River, and the end of the Shire in which he had spent all his life. Sam stood by him. His round eyes were wide open – for he was looking across lands he had never seen into a new horizon.
“Do elves live in those woods?” he asked.
“Not that I ever heard,” said Pippin.
Sam Gamgee, looking at any place where he’s never been: “Are there ✨ elves ✨ there? 👀”
Sam’s such fun to read in this chapter. The previous evening – that is to say, maybe a 4-5 hour walk from where he is now – he had an enclopedically detailed knowledge of the land. After several hours of walking in the dark, he knew exactly where they were and practicalities of it:
“The wind’s in the West,” said Sam. “If we get to the other wise of the hill, we shall find a spot that is sheltered and snug enough, sir. There is a dry fir-wood just ahead, if I remember rightly.” Sam knew the land well within twenty miles of Hobbiton, but that was the limit of his geography.
Just over the top of the hill they came on the patch of fir-wood.
And now, after several more hours’ walk, he’s to a place he’s never been before. He’s gazing out in wonder over lands that are still part of the Shire, and landscape-wise not that different from the rest of the Shire.
And it’s hilarious that he turns out to be right! There are elves in the woods and they meet them later that day!
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After the destruction of the ring, during his time in Cormallen, Eomer starts getting letters from nobility from all across the land, offering condolences for the death of his uncle, congratulations for his ascension to the throne, thanks for his country's support in the war, and offers of marriage for either himself, his sister, or both.
Eomer decides to enlist his knight, Meriadoc Brandybuck of Brandy Hall, to take over his correspondance for him, a task Merry takes to with zeal.
Unfortunately, no one bothered to tell Merry that all he needed to do was send some gracious lines back, acknowledging their congratulations and condolences on Eomer's behalf.
Merry knows how to write a letter properly, and if there's one thing hobbits are good for, it's getting chatty with strangers, even through writings.
He writes long, friendly letters, rambling on about the war, the House of Eorl, Rohan, horses, Bill the Pony, pipeweed, and everything else that pops into his head.
In response to the marriage proposals, well, he doesn't want anyone to waste their time, so while he writes back that "the Lady Eowyn is indeed most fair and valiant", he's actually pretty sure that she and Lord Faramir have a thing going on, or at least, Lord Faramir would like them to, and nothing has been announced but they did spend an awful lot of times holding hands and Ioreth; Ioreth one of the head healers at the Houses of Healing, very chatty but nice lady, her sister keeps a garden, said she saw Lord Faramir kissing her on the forehead on the battlements, and he gave her a mantle belonging to his mother, of course, it was rather cold, but when Merry's father courted his mother her gave her a brooch that had belonged to Merry's grandmother, who got it from her husband, who got it from an aunt, who got it in a card game (and on it goes), and as for Eomer King, well, he can't say for certain but he hasn't heard of anything going on there, so certainly, if they think Eomer and their daughters might take a fancy to each other, there could be no harm in them meeting.
And that's how Eomer ends up having daughters from every noble house thrown at him, and becomes the last man in the kingdom to find out about Eowyn and Faramir, and Merry ends up becoming pen pans with half the nobility in Middle Earth.
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Nerdanel; the wise
Purple Iris: the Purple Iris symbolizes wisdom, strength, and courage, and like most other purple blooms, they also represent royalty.
Lilies: Lilies are usually known for symbolizing purity, grace, and life´s circle, they are associated with feminity, rebirth, and motherhood, however, at times they can symbolize sorrow in vanity and are used often when mourning or loss for their serene look.
A redraw of my two-year-old Nerdanel drawing from my two-year-old DTIYS as it popped up again and I´ve gotten a lot better and have a new tablet now so I had to redraw it as the first thing I drew/finished there :)
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A piece of music for @tolkienrsb!
This is an instrumental with some tentative lyrics for theming the various sections, based on Maeglin's time in Angband. The fantastic accompanying fic is by @oopsbirdficced, and I'm so excited for you all to be able to read it!!
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Lost Land
A day late, but here's a brief story for @secondageweek day #1 : Elves.
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Long leaves of willows danced in the breeze from the distant sea. A hint of hazy blue shone far off at the furthest edge of the green world of trees, wrapped around the mighty roots of the great mountains.
Lúthien might have danced here, once, perhaps, in the bright days before Beleriand the fair was broken. But Lúthien was gone.
“Amdír. You can’t.”
“I can, Celeborn,” Amdír said, leaning long and lean against a willow trunk, as if he was not at all troubled by their disagreement. “And I will. In three days time when the moon is full, we’re heading east.”
“You don’t think the heritage of Doriath is worth remembering? The traditions of the Eldar?”
“I’m remembering,” Amdír told him. “I’ll not forget Doriath but...” he shook his head against the grey-green trunk, as if recalling something very long ago, when Doriath was so close in years that Celeborn could almost reach out still and touch it.
Amdir’s long laughing face regarded him with more than a hint of sympathy. “It’s gone, Celeborn. It’s all gone, and there are other traditions and other forests to explore, now.”
“I thought Oropher would go east,” Celeborn said, not bitterly, but with a kind of unhappy ache of loss. “But you? I thought we were friends.”
“We are friends.” Amdír smiled, but his grey-green eyes danced sideways away across the leaves, following the thin blue trail of woodsmoke out beyond the treetops. “We’ll travel for a while, and then we’ll meet again in some quiet valley under stars and tell our tales. What’s wrong with that?”
“The Sindar will never be one people again.” Celeborn felt as if he was the only one left who cared. “You will all wander away among the wild Elves of the East, and forget.”
Amdír shrugged lopsidedly, and pushed his long dark hair back. “Linger here on the Western shores if you must, Celeborn,” he said with a kind of quicksilver kindness, that slipped through your fingers like spring water. “But Elrond will not take up the crown of Doriath. That time is over.”
The truth in the words of a friend could still hurt like a dagger in the back, like the bitter memory of dragons nesting in the ashes of your home.
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Ok, so apparently Lúthien's song is "imperishable, sung still in Valinor", but how would it get there in the first place? Lúthien never went to Valinor, and I can't imagine Námo being responsible for that. The song was leaked by somebody. Somebody who:
- was in the Halls at the time of Lúthien singing
- was released before the in-world writing of that part
- had an incentive to do so
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It was Felagund, wasn't it
#oh yea he would#he absolutely would#a) be hyped enough#b) not have the “it's inappropriate to try to sing it” reaction#c) sing well enough that everyone liked it#also before/after every singing there would be a lot of explanation and waving of hands by finrod#trying to tell everyone how much better it was than his rendition#<-prev#anyway yes I never thought of it that way actually...! I think I usually assumed maiar of the halls or sth but this is way funnier xd#finrod#lúthien tinúviel#lay of leithian#valardoommerung#eri-pl
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lúthien tinúviel the woman that you are
#that's it that's the post#I have more thoughts but can't articulate them alas :(#edennil posts#lúthien tinúviel#rambling
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