#The Second Age

[dungeons-and-dictions]

Galadriel, no!

Galadriel, yes.

I KNEW she was going to take Nenya instead of having it given!

But, a very good, important choice to force Sauron’s hand, really.

[tarninausta]

This is maybe not how it's meant to work but I like unquiet dead, so consider: when Gil-Galad dies, his soul doesn't go to Mandos as it was meant to, but is trapped in Mordor due to Sauron's magic (necromancer and all). It is only when Sauron is defeated and his hold on Mordor broken for good that Gil-Galad passes on to the halls and finds rest.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"…THE POWER OF SAURON DAILY INCREASED, AND IN THAT TEMPLE, WITH SPILLING OF BLOOD AND TORMENT…"

PIC INFO: Spotlight on a fan depiction of Sauron in his time on Númenór (engaging in human sacrifice unto the Temple of Melkor), artwork by Elena Kukanova, c. 2017 (via DeviantArt).

OVERVIEW: "Thereafter the fire and smoke went up without ceasing; for the power of Sauron daily increased, and in that temple, with spilling of blood and torment and great wickedness, men made sacrifice to Melkor that he should release them from Death."

-- "The Silmarillion," "Akallabêth and the Downfall of Númenór," written by J.R.R. Tolkien

Sources: https://lotrfanon.fandom.com/wiki/Dark_Tree & DeviantArt.

[istar-ingolmo]

The Problem of Galadriel

There is a problem with Galadriel. It’s not with her actions in LOTR and It’s not with her as a person. The problem is prior the Fellowship arriving in Lothlorien to meet the Lord and Lady; she did not exist. Galadriel, as a character, was invented as Tolkien was writing his sequel to The Hobbit. He needed someone who was wise and powerful to help the Fellowship, and, more importantly, Frodo after the loss of Gandalf in Moria. So, he creates Galadriel and her husband Celeborn, to serve as the Lord and Lady of Lothlorien. We find out in The Fellowship of the Ring that not only is she quite powerful, but she also possesses one of the three elven rings of power. Nenya, The Ring of Adamant.

Therefore, to have this kind of power she must be an immensely important elf. This is where we run into our problem. Galadriel is this immensely powerful elf, one of the rulers of one of the last elven kingdoms still in Middle-Earth. However, neither she nor her husband, Celeborn, are mentioned at the Council of Elrond. They appeared as they were needed in the narrative. Then Tolkien spent the next nearly thirty years of his life trying to reconcile them with the rest of his legendarium. This resulted in the problem of having to rewrite much of what he wrote since 1914 concerning the First Age. This makes Galadriel's backstory inconsistent at best.

There are essentially four different versions of these characters, first is in The Lord of the Rings where she originated. The second is in Appendix B that appeared in the Return of the King. Then her history is related in The Silmarillion and finally, two versions of her and Celeborn’s history that were published in Unfinished Tales. There are other tales that Christopher Tolkien later collected for his History of Middle-Earth series. We also get some lore on her in an unlikely place, the book of sheet music called The Road Goes Ever on by Donald Swann.

Each of these four Galadriels tells us something different, and there are sometimes years between these character revisions. In brief, Tolkien changed his mind constantly on where he wanted her to originate from and her involvement in the events of the First and Second Age. She went from a Sindarin Elf to a Noldorian Elf. She also went from desiring lands and lordship to simply being a seeker of knowledge. She went from participating in The First Kinslaying at Alqualondë to defending the Teleri. Finally, Galadriel went from being barred entry to Valinor to simply choosing to linger in Middle-Earth. With each revision, Galadriel’s importance grew.

The creation of Galadriel for The Lord of the Rings created a 'problem' that spurred on countless revisions of many of Tolkien's oldest tales concerning Middle-Earth. If Tolkien had lived longer, it is very likely the stories we got in The Silmarillion would be considerably different from what we ended getting in 1977.

History of Galadriel (in brief and in order as Tolkien revised her):

In LOTR:FOTR she is a Sindarin Elf of Nargothrond

In Appendix B at the end of The Return of the King, she is now the sister of Finrod Felagund of Nargothrond, making her now a Noldorian Elf. Finrod notably saves Beren from Sauron. Her husband is kinsmen of Thingol of Doriath, the father of Luthien. Galadriel's daughter, Celebrian, is married to Elrond.

In Concerning Galadriel and Celeborn, her travels have bouncing as round Middle-Earth. She is distrustful of Annatar (Sauron), while the rest of the Noldor in Eregion are taken with him. A coup happens and she flees Eregion though Khazad-Dûm. She rules over Lothlorien before passing the lordship to her son. When he dies, she and Celeborn return to Lothlorien.

In Of The Rings of Power and the Third Age she is elevated to the status of mightiest and fairest elf that remained in Middle-Earth.

In The Silmarillion, Galadriel participates in Fëanor's rebellion, seeking to be a ruler of realm of her own. She is present at The First Kinslaying. She meets Celeborn in Doriath. She is also unwilling to return to Valinor with the other Noldor and lingered in Middle-Earth.

In The Road Goes Ever On, a sheet music book by Donald Swann, we learn that Galadriel is actually banned from returning to Valinor unless certain conditions are met. Implying she is not repentant enough to be allowed back in Valinor.

In The Shibboleth of Fëanor we learn that Galadriel can perceive people's mind and judge their heart. She sees Fëanor for what he is and dislikes him. She is not swayed by his rebellion and actively fights against his forces when they commit The First Kinslaying. She follows him to Middle-Earth out of revenge. It is also here where we find out that Fëanor was enamored with her silver-golden hair and asked for a tress. She wouldn't lend him a single hair. It is implied that her hair inspired Fëanor to make the Silmarils.

Some final notes in 1973, removed Galadriel even further from Fëanor's rebellion. She intended to go to Middle-Earth beforehand, but was barred by the Valar after Fëanor's rebellion. She meets Celeborn in Alqualondë this time while visiting her mother. She goes to Middle-Earth in despair of the violence of the Kinslaying.

Until Next Time! Namárië!

[quinntamsin]

The lighting of the Mountain of Doom remained burned in her memory years had passed since he coming of the Shadow, and every trace of orc blood etched itself into her skin and her blade like acid. Even now as splatter scars tingued her lips, the niss sighed as she repeated the prayer to Yavanna Kementari in Sindarin. She was Nolda, one of the Deep Kin, and just like the rest of her dour clan she was filled with wroth.

--- Rings of Power S1E7 "The Eye", the name alone reminds me of the old story of Balor of the Burning Eye. A powerful giant king from Celtic myth and how it pays into Sauron's great burning eye. In the Shadows of Mordor story the eye was formed from Celebrimbor's soul burning against Saurons. So what will the eye form like in the Rings of Power. I watch the recap with a mixture of frayed nervous and expectation as I watch a ash filled cataclysm once again consume Artanis, Galadriel. As the dancing bits of the intro filled my vision, I know, something new is about to happen as we listen to the singing of what I assume still are Firstborn. We snap into vision of Galadriel covered in ash, her eyes even having her lashes bathed in the burning remains of what lies around her. Perhaps only her elvish constitution and her powerful spirit is what gives her strength. Most if not all of the humans are like dead as a burning inferno flairs in the background. A sea of orange tinted light and passing sreams of blackened smooth as a screaming horse passes by. Many a Atani, the SEcondborn have fallen. Burned by the fires of the awakened Oroduin (Mount Doom). Words fill the air as some call for help and Artanis calls for Elendil and for Halbrand. Instead she finds heo, the kid who haes elves, and takes him with her. The burning of the Southlands obviously in a way shows us what kinds of terrible things can happen to those who fight against the shadow. It is not unlike the great crashing wall of water that will one day consume all of Atalantë. Our heroes do their best as Valandil and Ilsidur withness Ontamo's dead body. They sneak into a burning husk of a building to free a woman and some villagers. Tar-Miriel is amongst the rescues, making me think even more that this great heroine while threatened will not fall yet. Suddenly the husk falls upon Isildur and we switch to the Harfoots. OUr wily hobbits have seemingly reached the grove. The stranger is pulling one of the cars as the Brandfoots notice something is wrong. They see that the awakening of doom has spat debris that has come to burn the Grove. All of the fruits that once lived there are nearly gone and the Harfoots move to ask the Stranger for help. We can see that Nori is scared, and as we watch the Stranger work his match as he seemingly empowers the tree with some power of sort. Instead he has cracked the great tree and a branch falls upon Dilly and Nori. And as we switch we see Elrond now. He has come to speak to King Durin and offer to access to the mines. He tells him that as a Half-Elf and bows to ask him to help the Noldor. Mithril to empower the Elves, and a bit of Khudzul is spoken in the back as we watch the move. The Dwarf-Lords of Durin's Folk consider his offer. Five Centuries of timber from the Elf-Forests. Durin speaks up, about Auel the Valar of Smithing. He tells that all Khazad are born of fire and rock. They fight the change and at the same time they must be consumed over time. Prince Durin begs his father to help his friend, and yet we can see the wisdom in the King. Beneath the Mithril awaits Durin's Bane a Balrog which will consume the fire of all Khazadum. Disa is forging something and angrily beats the ingot with all her fury. And it's an ax, I should have noticed that. I do think it's kind of shitty that they are saying let the Elves' die. Which makes me wonder if maybe Thranduil has a similar mind when he watches the burning of Erebor. Prince Durin and Elrond have their farewells as Elrond must make way back to speak to the High King. Both Durin and Disa have tears in their eyes as Elrond prepares to make his way home. He leaves he halls of the Longbeards with ill-hope. What can he do if his people are fading. Its sad as their actual hope is to return home, mayhap the Doom of Mandos Valar of Judgemet still sits over them. After tossing away a bit of Mithril he nears a blighted leaf and the two see that there is a fucking logic in GilGalad's plea. Back in soon-to-be Mordor, we see Theo and Galadriel watching over the Orcs. Theo is determined to go after them as Galadriel tells them there is no where to save. This is now Gogoroth, the land in which Baradur will be built. THe survivors meet up and begin the long trek home. Elendil learns of his sons supposed death (we know he's not dead because he's in fucking LOTR the books and movies). "FIll not it with guesswork." Galadriel and a fugue grieving Theo head to the where the refugees are likely to go. The two have a conversation as Galadriel offers her sword and speaks to the boy as a war weary veteran. He sees the Elf-Made sword with a sort of awe as he meets an elf that doesn't treat him as a problem, but as someone that can be taught the woes of their life and how to learn from it. The survivors meanwhile head slowly back to their camp. Tar-Miriel, is obviously in shock and we can see that likely her eyes have been damaged. She says all she can see is grey, definitely damaged. Elendil and Valandil sit there in their own level of shock and grieve for the Queen's sight. For they are bade not to reveal to the rest of the company of her injury. Sadoc informs the Stranger of where he can go to find his stars. A Place called Greenwood the Great. He is leaving, and thus as he takes his final farewell he stumbles away. Realizing hat his powers are a peril to the rest of the Harfoots. But as Sadoc Burrows walks away we see a single blooming flower and realize that yes, his lore has brought about life in the failing Grove. Nori comes to offer him an apple a final bit of peace and fights back her fear at his power. This is how the Free Peoples react to the Powers of Middle-Earth as she is shaking as he takes it. NOri regrets her actions as she speaks to how she stayed on the trail. She gives a just a Hobbit speech to her mother as she works to repair and smooth out the wheels of their cart. IN the same night THeo speaks to Galadriel and we learn of her missing husband. He talks of how the Power of what I know is a Morgul blade is his fault since he let the enemy have it. But the truth is, it is Waldregs fault and the Orcs plans that brought about this under Adar's direction. They keep up their contemplative discussion as she seeks silverlining and Theo still gives for his lost home. Orcs appear, and THeo foolishly draws the sword gaining their attention. An Orc (obviously not a Snagga) heads over, and we can see how their form is that of a warped in bred Elf (the Elves haveve fucking eyes trope!). They sniff the air and all the fool can scent is ashes. perhaps ehy have a bit of advantage. Yes, the Orcs can walk in the day because of the ash filled sunrise, but they cannot smell their prey easily. Deep in the mines of Khazadum Durin and Elrond work in the mine. A massive chunk of Mithril sits in the Elves hands as he stares at the ore and two keep talking. Eldron admits he threw their Sirin-targ match and lets loose that he was winded. The two chat a bit as Elrond starts reciting Son of Durin and Son of Durin. Durin thus mentions the secret names of the Dwarves, which is something we never saw in the OG trilogy. This is a thing of the books did mention and as they work harder he is told to wait. With an opening we see what could be a massive seam of mithril. Enough to power the end of the blight of the Elves, and perhaps create great riches for all of Khazadum. But what leaves beneath in these massive veins. They turn to see the King and he's pissed. HIs son bades him to look and we can see the Elf is being tossed post-haste from all of Khazadum without any farewell. Their secret work has resulted in Elrond Peredhel's outcast from the home of Durin's Folk. Even in his sweat-covered tunic. He seems to like it is all worth it. The King and Son hold a quiet discussion as the King recalls the Prince's labored breathing. He tells of how he saw a great grey beard enough to summon all the banners of the Khazad. And finally, Durin reveals how he feels. King Durin reveals his racism for the Elf. A great huff of Dwarven anger rages as the King seems to disinherit his own son. The amulet he wore is cast down from him as Prince Durin picks it up and stares at it. King Durin tells the former Prince to leave the crest as he walks away. The Harfoots awaken to a song, Poppy is singing as she tells Nori to look outside. As we must have known via FORESHADOWING the Grove has come back to life as if Yavanna herself did the work. A look of realization strikes the girl as she sees all of the bounty the Stranger has helped the Harfoots with. They gather as much as they can to eat, but as well to refresh their stores. Again, Poppy sings and sees something in the water. Leaning her forehead, the music grows harsh as she disappears at seeing a massive footprint. Those hunting the stranger have found the Harfoots, what doe they want? The Harfoots move to hide as the Hunters from Rhun walk about the trees. THey look out over it and come to touch the tree. THeir leader takes the bloom and stares out over the greenwood and points in the same direction Sadoc did when he gave directions to the Stranger. The entire Harfoot caravan watches them as NOri pops up to misdirect them and suddenly they are gone. Okay, creepy shit indeed. Too bad they are behind and right above her. After some threats the hot torch from Nori's father does nothing to the leader of the Hunters he just conjures up flame to burn all of their caravan. Yeah, these are NOT nice people. The entire walking village is no more as their bounty is lost all because these fools are after the stranger. Dammit, Back in the Southlands the refugees and the surviving expedition arrive in the Numenorean camp. Isildur's horse refuses to work with anyone, the horse knows his rider isn't fucking dead. Berek's actions causes Elendil to nearly sob as he comes to grips with his sons death. Even Valandil knows that there is nothing they can do but let the Meara go out into the world to find his rider or to run free as he wills. These are the forehorses of fucking Shadowfax. Elendil curses Galadriel's arrival and yet, Valandil appears to be reflecting on what happened, and Galadriel waits as Theo pushes into the camp. THere has not be a single sign of Arondir or Bronwyn. I wonder if they are alive, THeo stalks into the medical tent to see the dead and dying. Many lie scared, and blood fills the air with amputated limbs. He thinks he sees his mother (the music draws dire here). Our vision sets on a head, a brown hair and as he leans in, Bronwyn appears still bandaged and alive. FUCK YES BRONWYN lives on! No one is gonna beat my girl down as in pops in Elf Daddy Arondir! Theo's eyes fill with silent tears as he hugs the man. as Galadriel asks to see Tar-Miriel. THe Queen-Regent now wears a blindfold for her damaged eyes. Elendil gives off a gruff face blaming the elf (I'm going to say it again this was Waldreg's fucking fault). The Elf-Knight kneels before the Queen, and Elendil is intent on just going home dour. Miriel even in her burned and frayed state doesn't appear to blame Galadriel. "Do not spend your pity on me Elf." The Queen swears that Numenor will return and Elendil is beside himself with rage. As he has fucked off in his grief in his head and yes, we know this man is not a war ready type. This was his first serious fight and he has lost his son. And what do people do when they lose family in such horrible situations. At times they blame some, which is very reminiscent of how Nori sits there still in grief. Elanor still the eternal optimist (fuck we need more of these types) pulls up his Took Pants and declares, that we are fucking Harfoots! Nori decides that she is going after the Stranger as well will Poppy. THeir mom decides to join and they look to Sadoc. Malva tells the old sod to fucking go as he decides to be a debbie downer and says they are all going to die. THus our little Fellowship of Harfoots settles on the path to find our wayward wizard. Bronwyn says that they are heading to Pelargir, aka what we will call Umbar in the THird Age. And, turns out, Halbrand is alive! Go Southron King. He talks about how he will not the lands of the South be condemned to burn. The South-King pops up as everyone bows to him, once a bit of sour pus he now has resolve to reunite his people. Which includes a very small band of refugees. His wounds will need Elf Medicine and thus he needs to travel to the Elf-Lands of Lindon. Both Halbrand and Galadriel ride off as Theo calls "Strength to the Southlands" Fading from the Sword in Theo's hand, an axe forged by Disa comes into view as she says that the King is being foolish. She's right, and already the mithril is creating division in the Halls of Khazadum. Disa is right, they will dig, and sadly this grand ambition she speaks of will awaken. Turning to the Old King he sits in his room and sees the blight healed leaf and tosses it into the grand depths of the Mithril veins. It flitters downward deep and deeper still to the places of the Nameless Things Before it lands on the sleeping Balrog, Durin's Bane. Adar gathers before hils children as Waldreg is ever the happy lapdog. Adar speaks and we see how the Southlands have died and become Mordor. Gay Canon Okay, Galadriel and Tar-Miriel would be an interesting set up. But really I'm still pushing for her and Earien. Writing Miriel's blindness and eye injury would be difficult for anyone who lacks understanding of disability. So as a writer I'm going to say please treat this issue with respect and yes, speak to people with more understand. A great instance of respecting a character trait and one that should be shown to a sensitivity reader. Hottakes:

The more subtle magic of the Stranger really comes in well in this episode. I like how the sprout pops up without being noticed and an explosion of bounty comes.

The Hunters are definitely not good as they deal in fire, but also burn all around them in a way of punishment. None of the Istari or even the Valar would do such a thing intentionally. These are serants of Morgoth or Sauron most definitely.

Now, Isildur's seeming death is an obvious red herring, he can't die since anyone who knows shit about LOTR knows he has to go off and found Gondor.

Disa talking about the King's frailty really does set up how she will make a grand Queen.

King Durin is a man fated to uphold tradition, but we can see how his actions are styming his son. Instead of respecting his kid he has turned him away. An action which will cause problems.

Elrond walking away in defeat was such a fucking sad king, the man is a true brother to Prince Durin.

Daaamn, I like how we got a bromance with Galadriel and Theo.

Nice bit of foreshadowing of turning Southlands into Mordor.

After alot of thought a lot currently on the Halbrand-is-Sauron bandwagon. Everything for him seems to well timed.

Celeborn can't be dead since he's alive in Fellowship, so where is he?

[alwaysachorusgirl]

Living for bad-ass warrior boss Galadriel, that is all

[phoenixrisesoncemore]

Finally!

[nicecrumbart]

Keep thinking about that one scene in secret life

[snarkspawn]

old man varric

[gutsby]

Diehard

Pairing: dbf!Joel x Reader

Summary: Joel tries Viagra for the very first time.

Warnings: 18+. Unprotected p-in-v. Erectile dysfunction. Daddy kink. Praise kink if you squint. Overstimulation. Cumplay. She/her pussy pronouns. Pushing physical limits with a pre-negotiated safe word in place for it.

Note: No more limp dick erasure. We die like [old] men.

Part of the Waiting Game ‘verse | Word count: 986

Joel just wanted to prove he could fuck like he used to.

He didn’t think he’d almost kill you in the process.

“JOEL!” you screeched, heels digging deep in the mattress as your climax came in seismic waves.

The stimulation was insane. Normally the much-older man would have been down for the count after two—and usually one—big O, but now his chest was heaving, hips relentlessly beating a punishing pace against your own.

Your walls were slick with not only your cum but his, milky ropes of his arousal making for an obscene set of sounds every time his dick slid in and out of your cunt. You could feel his balls tighten and twitch with every forthcoming spurt of him, practically reeling with the pulse of each new sticky gift inside you. His groans rumbled low, but the power and pleasure and outright primal fervor they conveyed were unmistakeable. You had to look down, feebly, to believe it yourself—Joel never fucked his way through your orgasm and his.

Then you felt a palm slide up the back of your head, and Joel held it up to make sure you watched him fuck you.

“J-Joel,” you whimpered, watching his girth disappear and reappear at least a half-dozen times as you did.

“Just a little more, honey,” he murmured against your forehead. The smack of each thrust was dizzying, “Want my pretty girl nice and full’a me before she leaves, okay?”

Joel never could let you head back to college without a few of his loads and a head full of filthy memories—something to hold you over until your next visit home. You would’ve liked to mumble back, ‘Okay,’ but then your pussy clenched around him, and his thrusts grew faster.

“My sweet girl,” he grinned, “She likes that, huh?”

You could scarcely manage a nod. The weight of your head was held fully by him, and if that wasn’t indicative enough of your fucked-out state, your face surely said the rest. When Joel leaned back to adjust the angle of his thrusts, he caught sight of your hooded, glossy stare and almost came all over again. He slowed his pace for once.

Then he dipped a finger between your body and his, just long enough to douse the tip of his digit with cum. He bottomed out inside you, watched you part your lips in a gentle gasp, and pressed his touch to that open space.

It was almost like you didn’t have the strength to suck. You just let him smear the sticky stuff along your lower lip, gaze plastered to his. Then Joel’s cock sank deeper.

“O-ow!” you whined, partly reanimated by the stretch.

“You can take it,” Joel grunted.

The double entendre wasn’t lost on you. You could, and would, take his finger and his cock inside. You suckled dumbly on the cum-drenched fingertip in assent.

But when Joel’s finger popped out of your mouth and his thrusts picked back up, you weren’t entirely convinced you would be able to hold up the second half of that deal.

It wasn’t fair. He took one magic pill, and poof, his dick stayed hard for half the fucking day. You had nothing but your youth and two shaking legs to ensure your survival. When Joel worked his cock back and forth a couple more times and it seemed your body was about ready to scream, you took hold of his biceps and squeezed tight.

“I can’t.”

“Can’t what?”

The tip of his cock nicked a soft ridge inside you, and you jolted back. Joel’s palm was still pressed to your head, holding you to him, and his hips had you pinned as well.

Instead of answering, you whimpered.

You didn’t want him to stop, but you also weren’t sure if you could handle any more. Your eyes met his, pleading.

“Can’t what?” Joel pressed, a little more sternly.

Another whimper. Inside, Joel’s cock was rubbing that pleasure point raw, and you felt another climax coming.

“Use your words.”

“Too— too—”

Each new thrust was sending stars before your eyes. Joel was one sick man if he tried to make you talk while he fucked you past the point of all intelligible speech.

“Too what? Tell me, baby.”

You’d get that fucker back someday. Joel just grinned.

“Too much,” you hissed when his hips delivered another mind-numbing push. Then, feeling pleasure threaten to peak at almost a painful degree, “Toomuchtoomucht—”

Joel continued thrusting, knowing damn well you knew what to say if you really wanted him to stop. As if to underscore this point, he tipped your head back and made you hold his gaze, features creased with a frown.

“That sure don’t sound like the safe word to me.”

It wasn’t. You knew it wasn’t. He didn’t need to tell you twice, or even breathe a second word besides. With one more brush of Joel’s thick, throbbing, implausibly hard cock, he sent you over the edge and into your fourth orgasm of the morning, hitting that spot again and again.

And again.

And again.

Just like before, Joel fucked you through each wave, catching your lips this time to stifle your cries. You might’ve gone blind for a second or two, but that was alright; the pleasure, proximity, and then the sweet, erratic pulse of his cock sending rope after rope of his cum deep inside made the overstimulation worthwhile.

Your body went limp against the bed, held tight in Joel’s grasp, when you felt that sickly sweet dichotomy of soft, tender touches and a cock lodged between your walls that was as hard as it had ever been. Still trying to console you with kisses, still trying to warm you up for another round, perhaps, Joel almost laughed out loud in your mouth when you groaned into his and whispered:

“Please don’t ever take that fucking pill again.”

[dungeons-and-dictions]

The Stranger is a Blue Wizard

or, why the Stranger isn’t Gandalf

Spoilers up to Rings of Power S2E3

He didn’t come on a boat, and Cirdan hasn’t given Narya away yet

Gandalf doesn’t arrive in the Second Age

Gandalf doesn’t go to Rhun, but the blue wizards do

There’s a wizard in Rhun already, running a cult

This series is for fans of Middle Earth, not just Peter Jackson’s movie adaptions

If he’s Olorin, I’ll be disappointed

If he’s Gandalf, I may flip tables and stop watching.

Bonus Round - This Wizard is Also a Blue Wizard

or, why this wizard isn’t Saruman or Khamul

There was blue all over while we saw the cult in their clubhouse, including markings, paint, and even on clothing.

We know the blue wizards failed in some form, depending on the version

Saruman also doesn’t arrive in the Second Age

Saruman isn’t corrupted until the Hunt for the Ring

This season’s focus is about the dwarves so far - we probably won’t get man’s rings this season.

Khamul gained power when he got a ring

Khamul was a king, not a cult leader

I may flip tables and stop watching if he’s Saruman or Khamul

[tarninausta]

From Ost-in-Edhil, the city of the Elves, the highroad ran to the west gate of Khazad-dûm, for a friendship arose between Dwarves and Elves, such as has never elsewhere been, to the enrichment of both those peoples.

-J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, “Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age”

@secondageweek day 7: freeform; THE FRIENDSHIP OF THE DWARVES OF KHAZAD-DUM AND THE GWAITH-I-MIRDAIN

[ID: A picspam consisting of 12 images, mainly green, gold, and black.

1: A golden collar set with jewels and pearls / 2: A gate hewn into stone / 3: Stars / 4: Text reading “Dwarves of Khazad-dum” / 5: Yellow cushions / 6: Green fabric with golden leaf embroidery / 7: Holly leaves /  8: A golden headpiece /  9: Text reading “Gwaith-i.Mirdain” / 10: Green gems / 11: A person wearing a high green collar / 12: Someone taking a golden necklace out of a cushioned box / End ID]

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"...HE WROUGHT HIMSELF A NEW GUISE, AN IMAGE OF HATRED AND MALICE MADE VISIBLE..."

PIC INFO: Spotlight on an illustration of Sauron, the Dark Lord and Enemy of the Free Peoples of Middle-earth, as he appeared during the Battle of Dagorlad in Peter Jackson's "Lord of the Rings" film trilogy (2001-2003). Artist unknown.

"...his spirit arose out of the deep and passed as a shadow and a black wind over the sea, and came back to Middle-earth and to Mordor that was his home. There he took up again his great Ring in Barad-dûr, and dwelt there, dark and silent, until he wrought himself a new guise, an image of malice and hatred made visible; and the Eye of Sauron the Terrible few could endure."

-- "QUENTA SILMARILLION," "Akallabêth," written by J.R.R. Tolkien, published 1977

Sources: www.pinterest.com/pin/488218415837584309 & www.henneth-annun.net/events_view.cfm?evid=1060.

[charlietheepicwriter7]

De-Aged Danny, gesturing to a dazed Bruce inside Wayne Manor: And this is Bruce! Otherwise known as the Himbo! Reporters: Hmm, yes, interesting... Bruce: What the- Danny: I'm not sure what that word means. I heard it from Dick, but no one will give me my answer, not even Jason, who is easily bribed. Bruce: Why are there reporters in my house!? Danny, innocent and childlike: They asked to come inside, Bruce! They seemed like really nice people, so I thought it'd be polite to give them a tour. Bruce, filled with infinite patience: I really wish you had asked me before you did that, chum. Danny: But why? We don't have anything to hide... do we, Bruce?

Or, in order to rise to the Ghost Throne, Danny has to complete a series of trials to prove he is capable of ruling (or any other reason, Danny just needs to do trials to prove himself).

The last trial, issued by Clockwork, is thus: discover the Wayne Family secret in two weeks without the use of any of his powers.

He has one shapeshift to pick a form that could endere him to the Waynes, but only one before he starts and he has to get close to the family by his own wits. Danny, after studying the family and reading of one sentence summary of each Wayne, picks the body of a six-year-old little boy that looked like a child Jason Todd.

Bruce: That child is up to something. Dick, third favorite: I don't know, Bruce; he acts like a normal kid. Jason, #1 favorite: I doubt the old man's ever met a normal kid. Tim, least favorite: Bruce is right, but can you please not talk like the villains from Chicken Run.

[anew-flame]

I just know he had to be like this on the inside