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
| |
|
1 |
2 |
3 |
4 |
5 |
| 6 |
7 |
8 |
9 |
10 |
11 |
12 |
| 13 |
14 |
15 |
16 |
17 |
18 |
19 |
| 20 |
21 |
22 |
23 |
24 |
25 |
26 |
| 27 |
28 |
29 |
30 |
31 |
|
Wednesday, 23rd September 2009
 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)
Tuesday, 15th September 2009
 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)
Monday, 14th September 2009
 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)
Monday, 14th September 2009
To these [the Noldor] had given a land and a dwelling-place. Even among the radiant flowers of the Tree-lit gardens of Valinor they longed still at times to see the stars; and therefore a gap was made in the great walls of the Pelóri, and there in a deep valley that ran down to the sea the Eldar raised a high green hill: Túna it was called. From the west the light of the Trees fell upon it, and its shadow lay ever eastward; and to the east it looked towards the Bay of Elvenhome, and the Lonely Isle, and the Shadowy Seas. Then through the Calacirya, the Pass of Light, the radiance of the Blessed Realm streamed forth, kindling the dark waves to silver and gold [...].(J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, Of Eldamar and the Princes of the Eldalie)
Saturday, 5th September 2009
 But wandering in the summer in the woods of Neldoreth [Beren] came upon Lúthien, daughter of Thingol and Melian, at a time of evening under moonrise, as she danced upon the unfading grass in the glades beside Esgalduin. Then all memory of his pain departed from him, and he fell into an enchantment; for Lúthien was the most beautiful of all the Children of Ilúvatar. Blue was her raiment as the unclouded heaven, but her eyes were grey as the starlit evening; her mantle was sewn with golden flowers, but her hair was dark as the shadows of twilight. As the light upon the leaves of trees, as the voice of clear waters, as the stars above the mists of the world, such was her glory and her loveliness; and in her face was a shining light.(J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, chapter 19: Of Beren and Lúthien) Then suddenly her feet were stilled, and through the woven woods there thrilled, half wordless, half in elven-tongue, her voice upraised in blissful song that once of nightingales she learned and in her living joy had turned to heart-enthralling loveliness, unmarred, immortal, sorrowless. Ir Ithil ammen Eruchín
menel-vîr síla díriel
si loth a galadh lasto dîn!
A Hîr Annûn gilthoniel,
le linnon im Tinúviel!(J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lay of Leithian recommenced, Canto III continued)
Monday, 31st August 2009
[Ossë's] spouse is Uinen, the Lady of the Seas, whose hair lies spread through all the waters under sky. All creatures she loves that live in the salt streams, and all weeds that grow there; to her mariners cry, for she can lay calm upon the waves, restraining the wildness of Ossë. The Númenóreans lived long in her protection, and held her in reverence equal to the Valar.
(J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, Of the Maiar)
Monday, 31st August 2009
My illustration for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif) pandemonium_213's Into This Wild Abyss: A Tempest's Name.
Now the lightnings increased and slew men upon the hills, and in the fields, and in the streets of the city; and a fiery bolt smote the dome of the Temple and shore it asunder, and and it was wreathed in flame. But the Temple itself was unshaken and Sauron stood there upon the pinnacle and defied the lightning and was unharmed; and in that hour men called him a god and did all that he would.
(J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, Akallabêth)And this is Pandemonium's take on the same scene. The wings of the clouds descended upon him like a falcon upon a hare. The swirling murk wrapped itself around the pinnacle. Thunder became castigation, and the wind-driven hail stung of punishment.
"I am here, Mânawenûz," he whispered in his mother tongue. Then he lifted his voice, putting the power of the Ainur behind it so that he could be heard over the thunder and the howling wind, and he cried out in defiance: "Come! Come and take me, Eagles of Manwë!"
Mairon spread his arms, turning his palms up and tilted his head back, exposing his throat, just as men's throats invited the holy blade during the sacrifices. He invited the lightning, but still he waited.
Then it came. The first bolt struck the cage, wreathing it in white flame. The scent of ozone engulfed him. Mairon felt his heart skip a beat but watched entranced while the charge crackled around the copper bars, pleased and relieved that his device had worked according to theory. The lightning jabbed at him again and again, its claws trying to gain entry into the cage but finding none. Mairon smiled with triumph when the storm's talons were rendered impotent to harm him. [...]
After throwing a final spear, the thunder grumbled with frustration, and the storm rolled away toward the eastern seas. The Zigûr returned to the temple then. They beheld him with wonder and blanched before his grim countenance. The gathered crowd parted to let him pass into the sanctuary. First one murmured it, then another, then more, their voices swelling as they followed the high priest into the temple:
"He defied the lightning!"
"The Zigûr turned back the spears of Manwë!"
"He is a god. Yes, the Zigûr is a god!"
Mairon turned his smile of satisfaction inward while his congregation clamored around him, keeping his face solemn while he walked toward his seat before the statue of Melkor, but he was well pleased: Let there be no doubt now.
Tuesday, 21st July 2009
... that is, if that pesky Hobbit hadn't decided to chuck the One Ring into Mount Doom. A kid, a dog, a walk in the park... er, waste. Not your fault if your boss turns out the supreme evil dude wanting to enslave the rest of the world and you're stuck in the deal, right? That is to say, undead wraiths are human, too! Give the Nazgûl some love!
Sunday, 28th June 2009
Then Glaurung died, and the spell of his malice was taken from her [Nienor Níniel], and she remembered all the days of her life. Looking down upon Túrin she cried: 'Farewell, O twice beloved! A Túrin Turambar turun ambartanen: master of doom by doom mastered! O happy to be dead!' Then Brandir, who had heard all, standing stricken upon the edge of ruin, hastened towards her; but she ran from him distraught with horror and anguish, and coming to the brink of Cabed-en-Aras she cast herself over, and was lost in the wild water. [...] And thereafter no man looked again upon Cabed-en-Aras, nor would any beast or bird come there, nor any tree grow; and it was named Cabed Naeramarth, the Leap of Dreadful Doom.
(J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, Chapter XXI, Of Túrin Turambar)
|
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
