Summary: Not all is well in Valinor, and things are not what they seem below the surface. A retelling of the decline.
Warnings: Possibly AU.
Thank you, Lyra for nominating this for a MEFA!
( Before the Fall )
Many Journeys
In her youth she [Nerdanel] loved to travel far from the dwellings of the Noldor, either beside the Sea or in the hills; and thus she and Fëanor had met and were companions in many journeys.
(J.R.R. Tolkien, Morgoth's Ring)
December 2015
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Notes: For the Blizzard Challenge at ( #5 - Sunrise ) Tags: daily drabble
I didn't expect this to be written, but after another remark from Tags: daily drabble
As mentioned over in my own journal, I'm resuming my Daily Drabble Project. While I can't promise that they will be posted daily, I'll try to make at least one post per week containing that week's drabbles. ( #2 - Fires ) Continued here. Tags: daily drabble
![]() Certainly the distances had now all become hazy and deceptive [...]. But even as he spoke he turned his gaze eastwards, and and he saw that on that side the hills were higher and looked down upon them; and all those hills were crowned with green mounds, and on some were standing stones, pointing upwards like jagged teeth out of green gums. (J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring, Fog on the Barrow-downs) ![]() With Manwe dwells Varda, Lady of the Stars, who knows all the regions of Eä. Too great is her beauty to be declared in the words of Men or Elves, for the Light of Ilúvatar lives still in her face. In light is her power and her joy. [...] Of all the Great Ones who dwell in this world the Elves hold Varda most in reverence and love. Elbereth they name her, and they call upon her name out of the shadows of Middle-earth, and uplift it in song at the rising of the stars. (J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, Valaquenta) ![]() Since I decided to label this as 'mature content' for obvious reasons, you'll need an account at DeviantArt to see the picture in full view. For those of you who don't have one, I also uploaded it here. Maedhros was ambushed, and all his company were slain; but he himself was taken alive by the command of Morgoth, and brought to Angband. [...] Therefore Morgoth took Maedhros and hung him from the face of a precipice upon Thangorodrim, and he was caught to the rock by the wrist of his right hand in a band of steel. (J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, Of the Return of the Noldor) |