"'The words are in the elven-tongue of the West of Middle-earth in the Elder Days,' answered Gandalf. 'But they do not say anything of importance to us. They say only: The Doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak, friend, and enter. And underneath small and faint is written: I, Narvi, made them. Celebrimbor of Hollin drew these signs.'"
- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring, "A Journey in the Dark"
@tolkienofcolourweek day 3: friendship + love || NARVI & CELEBRIMBOR
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1: a close-up of Raul Samuel, a black plus-size model with dark skin who leans his head on his hands thoughtfully, looking down. He has a small mustache and beard, and wears a silver necklace and rings / 2: Blue fireworks at night / 3: A street of closely set blue houses, with lamps strung between them / 4: Blue text with a white shadow on a black background reads "narvi" in all caps, and below it, in a smaller blue font, "craftsman of khazad-dûm" / 5: An intricate necklace of blue gems and silvery metal / 6: Blue mineral deposits on pale rock / 7: An array of metal filigreed lamps / 8: The Doors of Dúrin, as seen in the Peter Jackson adaptation / 9: Teal text on a black background reads "for a friendship arose between Dwarves and Elves, such as has never elsewhere been, to the enrichment of both those peoples." / 10: Misty mountains covered with conifers / 11: Leather-bound books on green shelves, with a green ladder leaning against them / 12: A necklace of gold and green stones / 13: A close-up of a person making a ring / 14: A green jacquard coat with a green rope tied around the waist / 15: A cloister streaked with green lichen / 16: Same format as Image 4, but the text is green and reads "celebrimbor" and "lord of ost-in-edhil" / 17: Branches of holly, replete with red berries / 18: Marsella Rea, a mexican model with tan skin and dark hair cropped to her chin. She wears a white shirt with a tie in the back and looks over her shoulder at the viewer, her face partially hidden by her hair //End ID]
You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
That day in Moscow, it will all come true,
when, for the last time, I take my leave,
And hasten to the heights that I have longed for,
Leaving my shadow still to be with you.