#evendim

[tolkien-obsessed]

[lotro-tooltips-daily]

[chaos-corvus]

I love this scenery. Nothing like it

[theworldsoftolkein]

Evendim

[lordofthesimps]

Hello there!

My name is Helryl and I am a newbie here on Tumblr.

I have been part of the Lord of the rings online community for almost 10 years now and it's still one of my comfort videogames!

I recently started a fan page here and I am looking for some new friends!

My favorite characters, as one could notice, are Amarthiel and Mordirith. I have developed quite an obsession for both of them. <3 My pretty murderous chaotic evil babies.

[wanderingwoodlandslotro]

✶ ― Lake Nenuial and Tyl Annûn

❝ It was Elendil who founded the great city of Annúminas at the southern shores of Lake Nenuial after the ruin of Númenor. ❞

[ekuruga]

[rannadylin]

I finally put some dress outfits together for Cerphedis! Modeled here in the middle of the night atop the Colossus in Evendim because...dresses are dramatic and call for a dramatic background, right? Apparently Curly Hunter Girl thinks so, anyway!

The dark blue/ombre dress features Arwen's Dinner Dress with an Ascot Scarf, Cloak of Bright Company, and Argent Dwarf-Make Helm. (I'm sure dresses of that style become quite fashionable in Gondor after Arwen moves in there as queen, so Cerphedis is just way ahead of the trends XD).

The purple ensemble is the Simbelmyne Dress, again with an Ascot Scarf (I really like Ascot Scarves y'all),the Simbelmyne Cloak, and Simbelmyne Circlet.

And the light blue is the Farmer's Fancy Dress, Alliance of the Third Age Silk Cloak, yet again an Ascot Scarf!, and Winged Circlet.

Maybe Ascot Scarves are a future fashion trend in Gondor too?

[captainderyn]

I just think LOTRO’s neat

[find-the-path]

Oc-tober Day 8 - Wonder - Branniar

"Ai, alae!"

It is an understatement, surely, and Branniar is dimly aware of Sardan grinning like a loon beside him. He doesn't care right now though, not with the whole of Evendim laid out before them like a painting of a land out of legend, from the fog rolling off the distant northern reaches of Emyn Uial to Annúminas glittering like a jewel in the sun. He steps forward tentatively, the weather-worn stone of the Colossus firm beneath his feet. The view from the bluffs over Men Erain is nothing to this.

"Here," Sardan grips his arm and pulls him, step light and uncaring of the drop, over to the edge of the star-tipped crown Elendil bears. They sit, feet dangling over the High King's stern brow, and look out. "There is much that needs repair here, but it is hale enough to hold a few men."

High above, the sun climbs ever higher in the sky and the mists over the lake begin to burn away. Far below, the miniture figure of Cudhaer tinkers with the old siege engine. In the distance, beyond Emyn Uial, Branniar can see the Blue Mountains rise like a towering wall, a sentinel to watch over this hidden land of theirs. A wind stirs the trees on the far shore.

With a bird's eye view, Evendim looks as wild, untamed, and ancient as it had sixty-odd years before, when Calenglad had led them through Parth Aduial and to its shining shores. He breaths in, then out once more. Clean, crisp northern air floods his lungs, and he smiless.

"How fare the northern estates?" Sardan breaks a silence grown long, and Branniar draws himself back from his contemplation of the view. The young man elaborates, "The lighthouse and Barad Tharsír trouble us often, and it has been some days since we heard from Tinnudir."

"We have kept a handle on them," Branniar answers bluntly, "But little beyond that. Orchalwë led a sortie up yesterday and I hear they found some victory on the slopes of Tham Ornen. Even as often as we drive them out, there is little chance we will hold it for long."

The wind of distant trees reaches them at last, ruffling their hair and stirring cloaks, and Sardan swears softly when his hair loosens itself from its knot and falls into his face. The tie falls, almost slowly, from his shoulder off the crowned Colossus altogether, and the two watch it drift with the wind until they lose sight of it. Sardan curses once more, heartfelt, and Branniar chuckles.

"We shall find you another, I have no doubt." In the meantime, Sardan tugs his hood up to tame his hair.

The sun reaches its zenith overhead and begins its long descent, but the pair do not stir for an hour more. Even then, they are reluctant to depart this elevated world, but Evendim is not safe yet, and there is work to be done.

[laigaming]

Mahtarnis enjoying the views around Lake Evendim

[areyouthisidentity-polls]

Are you...

Evendimic is a xenogender described as a gender that feels like a pristine lake in the evening or night, reflecting the unparalleled beauty of the stars above on its surface.

[lotro-tooltips-daily]

[chaos-corvus]

Evendim continuing to have the prettiest atmosphere effects.

The Watcher in the Water

[rohirric-hunter]

LotRO should make it so you can slow travel on the dock-masters in Evendim. I want to ride a boat across the lake.

[a-lonely-dunedain]

Glorfindel casually handing Tossdir a letter from Aragorn to deliver to Tornhad and Tossdir treating it like it's the most important thing he's ever done. he's gonna get such a good grade in Delivering Aragorn's Message, which is both a normal thing to want and possible to achieve. "I'm going to do a Good Job and prove myself!" <- literally has nothing to prove