British Memoirs

[kisselshore]

Some numenorian sketches

Here they are from left to right: Atanalcar, queen of Numenor, Tindomiel, Elros, Vardamir and Manwendil

So, another joke about Middle-earth and light bulbs, but this time with Vardamir in the lead role, because why not?"An outstanding scientist" is a thing.

Vardamir: Idea! So, there's Arien, she flies around with the Laurelin fruit, and it's bright here during the day, right? What if we could somehow make lots of these constantly glowing little Laurelins and not waste so many candles?

-...

Manwendil: And how do you imagine that?

Vardamir: You're so boring!

And older siblings in colour

[pujojoi17042]

Tolkien Women’s Week-Tindómiel & Undómiel-Stars 

Morning Star & Evening Star

@tolkienwomensweek

[melianinarda]

The Silmarillion aesthetic | The sisters: Undomiel & Tindomiel

Arwen Undómiel is the daughter of Elrond. Her epessë Undómiel means “Evenstar”, from Undómë  “evening twilight” and el “star”.

Tindómiel was the daughter of Elros Tar-Minyatur, the twin brother of Elrond. Her name means “Morning Star” in Quenya from tindómë “twilight of dawn” and el “star”.

[myrkvidrs]

Elros & Tindomiel by 棉毛裤精

[suspected-spinozist]

Elros Tar-Minyatur had four children: Vardamir, Tindómiel, Manwendil, and Atanalcar.  Tindómiel has two possible etymologies, both deriving from the root tindóme, the starry twilight just before dawn. Most straightforwardly, it means “daughter of twilight,” from tindóme + the feminine suffix -iel; in this case, it’s cognate with the Sindarin Tinúviel, another name for her great-great-grandmother Lúthien. 

But by analogy with Arwen’s epesse, Undómiel, it can also be translated as “morning star” (tindóme + el). In this case, Tindómiel’s named after her grandfather, Eärendil, the morning and the evening star. Of course, I think that Tolkien (and Elros) had both meanings in mind, to honor both sides of the family - but this also got me thinking about his other children. I’ve always assumed that the Valar theme naming is due to a healthy combination of respect, gratitude, and fear, and still do - to a point. Manwendil and Atanalcar are pretty straightforward - “follow of Manwë” and “man of glory,” respectiely. But Vardamir is a little less obvious. 

The name means “jewel of Varda.” I can think of at least ten possible masculine Quenya names that express reverence for or affinity to Varda; let’s assume there’s a reason Tolkien had Elros chose this one. Think literally. There aren’t any obvious jewels belonging to Varda, but there are three jewels hallowed by her, one of which is currently serving as a star, i.e. in Varda’s domain. In other words, Vardamir is also a reference to Eärendil - 

- which raises some interesting questions about Elros’s relationship with his father. Resolving the continuity issues around the twins’ age at the sack of Sirion  is beyond the scope of this post, but however long they knew him, it’s clear that Eärendil must have been gone a lot. I think he was a loving father, but not a constant presence in his children’s lives. We also know that he wanted to be human, and probably lived as one until his trip to Valinor. All this had to have been on Elros’s mind when he named his mortal children after the reluctantly immortal Eärendil. Was this a way of giving him the life - and death - he couldn’t have? Or was it a ploy to emphasize the descent of the royal house from the stars themselves, unfixed and unwavering? 

As in the case of Tindómiel, I tend to think it’s both. 

[miriensilowende]

Tindomiel 

Morning Star they called you

The perfect daughter to herald in

A new age full of possibility

The star of the land

To go with the stars in your eyes.

Did you ever see your mirror image

The Evening Star

The lady who chose to taste

The bittersweet cup of mourning

And passed so quietly

In a decayed dream in the dark

Long ago in Cerin Amroth

But before she took those steps

Turning away from the grey mists

Of Valinor

Did you reach out to her, Tindomiel

Or did you hear her laugh

When you danced among the nightingales

Silk dress billowing in the eve

At the dawn of a golden age?

Morning Star. Evening Star.

Two daughters from different times.

[armenelols]

Tindómiel, the morning star shining at the dawn of Númenor; Undómiel, the evening star at the dusk of the time of the Eldar in Arda. Day and night, golden and dark, living thousands of each apart, same face, same smiles, same eyes, strangers to each other, same blood, same name, harbingers of what's to come.

Elros and Elrond, first of Men and last of Elves, their image falling through time, on every statue of Gondor's kings, on paintings in Imladris, in Minas Tirith's libraries, swept under the sea, carried by the wind, mirrored in the stars; star-dome, star-foam, history going in circles.

Eärendil, Gil Estel, end of the old age and beginning of a new one, and all the ages to come, to shine on all of them— everything at once.

[athomeinrivendell]

So I wrote this little something inspired by the headcanons of @hadhafangtxt

Nothing could have prepared Elrond for what he heard. Hearing his brother, declairing that he would lead a life of a man instead of the elves. He always thought that they will be at each other's side for ages to come if fate allowed them to live that long but now that time was shortened by much. His ears were ringing. His parents, Maedhros, Maglor... all of them he had loved and lost and like it or not his brother's name would be on that list. His heart was beating furiously, his blood rushing, thumping in his ears.

But then he turned towards Elros. His brother was smiling, grey eyes twinkling, as he looked back at him and Elrond's heart calmed down. As he looked at Elros, a face as much or better yet even more familiar than his own a strange sense of calm overcame the feeling of lost. He knew Elros like the back of his hand. He knew that he would be a great King, that he would lead a long and happy life and how can a brother wish anything more than that for his sibling. And also, he was more certain in the fact that the two of them would always love each other, even when Elros have passed beyond the circles of this world. And different fates of elves and man be damned nothing, not even Eru himself could separate them forever and they will find each other again after the both of them died.

...

Elros's eyes lit up when he saw Elrond which made Elrond's lips twist upwards in a smile. "Muindor nín." he said gently as he hugged his brother. Elros was old. He was still strong, but his hair was now the colour of snow, he was sporting a mighty beard of similar colour, his skin was wrinkled and Elrond could feel the fragility of his bones as his arms wrapped around his brother's back.

"Brother." Elros said smiling brightly as tge they moved to sit in his chambers. "Still looking like a child, I see."

"At least I do not like I have one foot in the grave." Elrond said, yet immediately wanted to bite his tongue. The response was familar and easy, a routine they played every time Elrond came to visit his brother, yet now it felt heavy as for the reason of his visit.

Yet Elros laughed loud, and heartily and Elrond basked in the sound. He held his brother's hand. Elros's wrinkled and sun kissed skin against his own. Yet he could feel the familiar callouses, and saw the white line of scars that he himself treated once upon a time. Elros was changed and yet unchanged. The wrinkled skin, the white hair were all marks of the time passing that his brother wore well as he lived a life full and were the part of Elros just as much as the mischevious glint in his eyes or his hearty laugh.

The twins spoke for a long time, reminiscing back to their childhood, or talking about recent matters before Elros looked at Elrond. Words were not needed as Elros laid down and Elrond took a seat beside the head of the bed. "Do not weep for me brother." Elros said. "You know just as well as I do. This is not a goodbye. It is a farewell."

Elrond nodded suddenly finding speach hard. Yet when Elros reached out, Elrond's hand was already there grasping his brother's.

"Will you sing?" Elros asked.

That's how Elros Tar-Minyatur the first King of Númenor left the circles of Arda. With his brother at his side as Elrond sang and held his hand as it grow cold.

[iminye]

Tindómiel and Undómiel

@finweanladiesweek day iv - later generations

[throwawayidea]

rewatching the two towers and losing my mind over the scene where elrond tells arwen there is nothing for her in middle-earth…

"Whether by the sword or the slow decay of time, Aragorn will die. And there will be no comfort for you. No comfort to ease the pain of his passing. He will come to death, an image of the splendor of the kings of men in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world."

elrond my man you are high key projecting. tell me that is not exactly what he went through when elros died

[sankta-wraith]

There are many Tragedies of Elrond Peredhel, but the one that always hits me the hardest is that no matter where he goes, he’ll never be quite whole. In Valinor he regains Celebrian and Gil-Galed and his parents, but it’s at the cost of his daughter and the boy he loved like a son. Had he stayed he would have forfeited the chance to finally see so many of the people he’s been mourning for so long, and he would have had to watch his daughter and son grow old and whither away like his brother.

And, of course, wherever he goes, he’ll always be missing Maedhros, Maglor, and Elros.

[elronds-library]

Morning Star and Evening Star

by Lhaewiel (@lhaewiel)

Arwen dreams about Tindomiel. She talks about it to Elrond, giving him the chance to actually talk about his brother and niece.

General, No Archive Warnings

Words: 476

[asinoeiv]

Finweans

Feanorians

Nolofinweans

Arafinweans

someone tagged under the last picture that elrond is very beautiful and I'm sorry to tell you, but that's a family thing. They are all gorgeous.

I made this tiny headshots for all Finweans and their spouses as a reference for color scheme and general appearance so i have a consistent reference.

[sec0nd-breakfast]

okay, that's it

*disappears on a year long adventurous voyage without telling anyone until I'm considered dead by the time I return*

[thesummerestsolstice]

POV: you are some poor, random human shopkeeper trying to survive in late first-age Beleriand. An eight foot tall ef with a face that is 70% scar tissue and 30% murderous intent just walked in. He is followed by two small children. He comes up to your counter and asks you how much human children need to eat.

The small children are definitely not human.

[winwin17]

Something about Legolas and Éowyn working together to renew the gardens in Ithilien

Something about them being connected by their love of things that grow and are glad, the relief of trauma being in the past.

Something about them bonding wordlessly in their mutual need to bring things to life.

Something about Legolas with Faramir and Éowyn standing together at sunset in Ithilien, looking out over the renewed landscape, in one silent moment of gratefulness and relief.

[magicalhideoutengineer]

Elros and Númenórean Long Life:

Long life and Peace were the two things that the Edain asked for when the Valar offered them reward at the fall of Thangorodrim. Peace was readily granted; long life not so readily, and only after Manwë had consulted Eru.

Elros was treated specially. He and his brother Elrond were not actually differently endowed, so far as the purely physical potentiality of life was concerned; but since Elros elected to remain among the kindred of Men, he retained the chief human characteristic as compared with the Quendi: the “seeking elsewhither”, as the Eldar called it, the “weariness” or desire to depart from the World. He died, or resigned life, when he was about 500 years old.

For (as far as we can now judge) [from] the legends (mainly of Elvish origin probably, though coming down to us through Men) it would seem clear that Men were not intended to have Elvish longevity, limited only by the life of the Earth or its endurance as a habitable place for incarnates. They were privileged, the Elves would have said, to have passed with free will out of the physical world and time (the circles of the world), but after a much greater life-span than now most actually possessed. The life of the Númenóreans before their fall (the 2nd fall of Man?) was thus not so much a special gift as a restoration of what should have been the common inheritance of Men, [to live] for 200–300 years.

The long life of the Númenóreans was in answer to the actual prayers of the Edain (and Elros). Manwë warned them of its perils. They asked to have more or less the “life-span of old”, because they wanted to learn more.

As Erendis said later, they became a kind of imitation Elves; and their Men had so much in their heads and desire of doing that they ever felt the pressure of time, and so seldom rested or rejoiced in the present. Fortunately their wives were cool and busy – but Númenor was no place for great love.

- The Nature of Middle-earth