#two trees

[ayaosguqin]

Feanor was fascinated by the light of the two trees .At times he liked to walk along the path and gaze upon their wondrous light and from this came the need for preserving part of their wonder in his own creation and thus ,the Silmarils were created.

[velvet4510]

Tolkien’s subtle connections between LOTR and The Silmarillion are just glorious to discover. Like the reason Gollum hates sunlight and moonlight is the same reason the Nazgûl get scared off when Frodo calls out to Varda! Sauron, and thus his servants and his Ring that has completely corrupted Gollum’s soul, shares the absolute darkness of Melkor, who always hated and feared Varda because she is absolute light and thereby she created the Sun and Moon in defiance of that darkness… and she created them out of the last remaining light of the Two Trees which Melkor destroyed, so every time a piece of Melkor’s darkness comes into contact with the light of the Sun and Moon, it is reminded that Melkor did not destroy that light completely, that it lives on. Gollum can feel Varda’s creations forever clashing with what is indirectly Melkor’s creation.

[fabulous-feanorians]

Post card for Valinor

Acrylic + watercolor

[jessyherc]

My latest pendant, made with a really beautiful blue labradorite gemstone. Available to order at my Etsy shop: www.etsy.com/shop/jessyherc

[curiouselleth]

Unable to See the Starlight (ao3)

Gone. Gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone GONE. It was GONE and there was no saving it - no return from this darkness, such a lack of light it was seemingly to be a physical force in itself, silencing voices, cries echoing in the dark and shadows in every corner and hall. The trees bearing no fruit or flower but only bringing forth cries and cries and such sorrow it bent oneself over and inward inward inward until one became a husk, as the dead inside as the twisted trunks and dried leaves that once poured forth light.

Every attempt, in that all too brief time of the last mingling and waning failed. crushed flowers, smashed fruits, infertile seeds, and nothing. No weak shining, not a glimmer of light, nor hope.

So many had tried in that hour, gathering flowers and fruits in skirts, cloaks, and robes, followers of Nesa and Vána, Irmo and Manwë and Varda, climbing up into the weakening branches, heedless of the danger and desperate to do something - anything - to try to save them, to save the light. Aulë and Vairë, all their followers, all kinds of smiths, sculptors, weavers, artists, masons and glassblowers, all tried in vain to preserve the little we had left. All not trying to help Yavanna, Varda, and Estë sought some way, if not trying to preserve the light, struggling to find some way, any way, to help. Gathering water and leftover food left forgotten in the banquet hall, bringing blankets and tea to the ones in shock, trying to bring some meager comfort to those in the throes of grief, or trying to claw back some semblance of governance amongst the panic.

The weavers working in threads, silks, and satins, or tapestry and dyes. All crumbled or dulled.

Glassblowers and stonecutters and jewelers trying to create works as captivating as the stolen gems of Feanor, grim, as it had never been when some fancied themselves a match for Feanor and tried to create their own radiant stones.

The smiths working in metal, reflective and harsh, first promising but ultimately cold and dark.

Sculptors perhaps the closest to a vessel to preserve them - fine, delicate forms built of all things, wood, clay, glass and crystal.

All failed, all the valar. Those who tried to heal the trees and those who tried to plant the flowers and fruits.

Only one true flower, and one true fruit remained. It was decided that Aulë was to try to make a work, not to preserve the flower and fruit to plant new trees, but vessels to sustain them in light and memory. A great work, a long, hard work.

After the last two were taken by the valar, a child found a way to preserve them. The light faded, but a child of one who tried to save a flower had placed the flower on the table, and a book carelessly on top. Hours, perhaps days, perhaps minutes later - without it it was simply too hard to tell, and too painful to mark the hours - it was found. Pressed flat and dry, dead but not decaying. She showed her friends who gathered more, and slowly, slowly, these pressed flowers, and later dried seeds, they remained. With the rest of us. Not to last forever, not anymore. We know better now. But to last a bit longer, to bear us to the new ages of the world where all is changed.

[ayaitch]

Hello. Do you like happy trees too?

[fawnvelveteen]

Gerhard Richter, "Two Trees", 1987, Oil on canvas, 62 x 62 cm

[dougielombax]

I wonder what happened to Ezellohar after Morgoth and Ungoliant destroyed the Two Trees of Valinor?

We know they each spawned a fruit what would become the sun and the moon.

But what happened to the remnants.

Afterwards I mean?

Did they keep them there?

Did they then become the Two Stumps?

[thranduilofsmirkwood]

Melkor & Fingolfin Memes

Stabby boi

Silmarillion Memes

[marseesthisway]

yin yang

[2nd-age]

[z-h-i-e]

Someone Else

Art for Scribbles & Drabbles 2022

From the gallery: This is the crack fic you didn’t know you wanted to write. It’s the death of the two trees.  Sure, it’s bad.  Yes, it’s dark.  And that’s why, if it’s the end of the world (as they know it), it’s not far-fetched that more than one person would take that opportunity to, well, have relations with someone else.  But it’s dark.  So whomever anyone thinks they’re with?  They’re not. Hijinks ensue. 

[jessyherc]

This is one of my favorite things I've ever made :). The beads are labradorite gemstones. Available at my Etsy shop: www.etsy.com/shop/jessyherc

[3dwithus]

Two Trees SK1 Review: 3D Printer Testing

Review by Will Zoobkoff StudioZombie3D

Featured designs: Pipe Cox, fixumdude

[elenamusicandcooking]