Lady Nienna

~ RP blog for the Valië Nienna, Lady of Grief in Tolkien's Legendarium. Please read links. All are welcome.

[blazepress]

These are pictures of different dried human tears. Grief, laughter, onion and change. Each type has a different chemical makeup which makes them appear different.

[giftoftears]

irmolorien said: *Baffled*

"Effort, worry, difficulty, bother. Used to express mild annoyance."

[seeeverythingandgetmigraine-blog]

#it’s like a black hole that leads to a world of metaphysical co-dependency issues and incest

yeah but with Namo and Irmo YOU SHOULD THROW IN NIENNA TOO I MEAN THEY ARE A TRIPLET IT’S EVEN BETTER

also apparently metaphysical co-dependency issues and incest are a thing not only for the first two brothers

[midnightinlorien]

LOL the more the merrier, though my mental image for Nienna is giftoftears and her muse is kinda aro-ace…

10/10 would bet it’s a general Ainur thing though =I

Eru was a pervert, they were his Thoughts after all ( let’s blame the parents, always blame the parents)

[giftoftears]

[I do think of her as pretty much aro-ace, drawing on the fact that she's canonically unmarried. But if we're talking about whatever passes for intimate activity between Ainur, I don't see a reason why she wouldn't share at least some level of that with her brothers. It's just that she wouldn't participate in something that would be considered a marriage/partnership/whatever-you-call-it bond. Like, she's not interesting in marrying anybody the way Manwë and Varda are married.

But I am not about to try and define the differences between those types of intimacy/sex/whatever they actually do, and what it means to them, because .. how do you even do that. XD I don't even know if they would consider "sex" and "romance" separate concepts, if they even consider them concepts..that's just an endless rabbit hole.

I really don't consider anything they get up to, to be incest though, except in the basest and most literal sense of the word. There is no reason I can see that would make it a "bad" thing among the Ainur. Actually I would be more interested in the matter of Irmo and Námo being married and still having their own relationship, and the dynamics of how that would work, and what's different between them that they would not be considered "married/partnered" together, and whether any of the other Valar might have similar relationships outside of their marriages/partnerships. I'm curious if you have ideas!

Whoops I made crack serious discussion, I am sorry :| ]

[tolkienrppositivity]

ingwionthevanya is run by one of the kindest, sweetest and most supportive muns in this whole community, and their muses, especially Ingwion, are an absolute joy to play with! I’m utterly in love with their Ingwion, and we are so lucky to have such a darling mun in our midst!

[ingwionthevanya-deactivated2019]

The one who dared to do that should suffer endless love of this Minya for making his Muse sobbing happily

[tosquinha]

giftoftears and thebreathofarda, Manwe is taller but Melkor is a little shit to his little brother everyone

[giftoftears]

[This is the greatest. XD ]

[giftoftears]

'Botheration'...? I am perplexed.

"You’re perplexed? Oh, botheration!" 

[tosquinha]

Ok,I’m also sharing my Ainur and Eru (quick sketchs again)

[thebreathofarda]

Brother why are you on a stepladder.

[giftoftears]

"Perhaps he has taken to levitating."

[awwww-cute]

[legacy98]

I THOUGHT THIS WAS A F*CKING BIRD WITH 8 LEGS

[paperstar]

7 vaganias

[nessthememester-deactivated2015]

maybe more

[colonelcheru]

imagine

[irmolorien-deactivated20190119]

Inside The Actor's Studio Edition. Stolen from kirikhaz

So the purpose of this meme is to give a little info on your muses without having to rely on others to fill your ask with meme questions. I know how disappointing it can be to come back to an empty ask so I wanted to create a meme that anyone and everyone can do (mun and muse). The rules are simple, you do not need to be tagged to fill out the questions, but once you have you must repost and tag 10 of your followers to spread the love (as well as add a question of your own to the bonus section). You can fill it out as many times as your heart desires (we all know muses can change with their character development.)

10 Questions:

1. What is your favorite word?:

"Forgiveness."

2. What is your least favorite word?: 

"Hatred."

3. What turns you on?:  

"Those among my kin I love and who love me in return."

4. What turns you off?: 

"Selfishness."

5. What sound do you love?: 

"The trembling voice of one who realizes at last that they have the strength to go on."

6. What sound do you hate?: 

"The sound the Trees made in their deaths; yet even that was a part of the Music. How can I hate what will become ever greater, and turn at last to greatness and beauty that even we have not imagined?"

7. What is your favorite curse word?:

"'Botheration!' Not a harsh word, of course, but it often makes the Eldar laugh to hear me say it."

8. What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?: 

"I am fascinated by Varda's artistry, and she has inspired me on more occasions than I suspect she knows." 

9. What profession would you not like to do?: 

"The workings of stone and metal and fire are things anathema to my nature."

10. If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?: 

"When I return home I should like to hear the One say my weeping is at an end, for the time of enduring is over and all is fulfilled."

Bonus Questions:

1. Something most people don’t know about you?: 

"Many think me a creature of constant sadness, incapable of knowing joy. They misunderstand that it is the art of enduring that allows grief to bloom fully in a heart without choking it to stillness, as if sorrow were a weed and not a flower in its own right and in its own time of blossoming. I know joy and love, happiness and hope as well as pain. Not all tears are evil, and I weep not for myself."  

2. If you were one of the seven sins which would you be?: 

"Most might consider me sloth, also named dejection, though perception and actuality are not the same – often so in my case."

3. What are some notable merits and flaws?: 

"I know my strength to be great and my love to be deep, and my patience among the greatest of all. These are also my most terrible flaws." 

4. Sexual Preference?: 

"I am unwed in the manner of my kin, and the concept of sex is too small a thing to encompass our bonds. I will say that I am unpartnered, not lonely, as is this not at the true heart of what you ask?" 

5. What position do you sleep in?: 

"I do not need to do so, but when I do choose solitude and peace, it is on my back amid the snow and freshly-fallen mistletoe berries of my private courtyard. I might admire the stars as I drift."

6. Favorite sexual position?:

"One that does not involve a body, but does encompass several different dimensions."

7. If you could change one thing about your life, what would it be?: 

 ”I am as I am meant to be, and as I choose to be."

8. What are two things you absolutely need in daily life?

"I need to be needed, and I need also courage – the same courage to endure that I seek to encourage in my charges."

9. How’s your relationship with your parents?

“I miss them."

Tagging: [I think everyone's done this, please do it if you haven't and would like to.]

[centawen]

In my series stuff I started and got bored but is important.

My personal little headcanon is these 3 have thing for sugar and chocolate. All chocolate belongs Nienna she needs it.

[giftoftears]

No one said learning is easy

[nihthelm]

Caranthir snarled silently. It’s all right to be angry, she said as though giving him permission. As though he needed her permission! He had never needed the permission, the approval, the guidance of the Valar in his life; should he start now, in death, when it was all too late anyway? What could it possibly change now, this supposed healing they offered him here, this supposed wisdom, this mercy?

Would it give him back his life, and the lives of his brothers? The life of his father? Would it give them respite from the Oath that had bound them in spiraling words of fire beneath his flesh, would it free him from that bond? Even here, he could feel it on him; the Oath had not, after all, chained his flesh but his spirit. It was bitterly, ironically like unto the marriage-bond, made by the actions of the body and yet yoking the fëa.

“It is good you are not here to judge me,” he snapped out furiously, “for I reject utterly your right to do so!”

He spun away in a shifting cloud of spirit-stuff, turning his back to her. The fëa which was all he had left of himself pulsed slightly, a heaving sort of motion akin in some odd way to the heaving of labored breath. Some strange memory of life, of body.

Caranthir turned back, frozen into a red column of motionless flame like a man made from spun glass, one of his father’s lanterns shaped like one of his sons. “You did not see me. You saw beauty turn to ugliness, love to hate, joy to torment. You saw Morgoth’s touch upon the world. But then you say my choices were my own and my suffering also. Which is it? You contradict yourself again! Is it Morgoth’s touch which warped me into ugliness, or was it myself? Whose will prevails? His, or mine? Where is the true fault? Mercy means nothing when that for which it is given could have been prevented instead.”

[giftoftears]

She shook her head, a rippling of light trailing from her like a pebble dropped in a pool. "No, I have no right to judge you. And if I did I would not, for though mercy can be cruel, it is not judgmental. Caranthir, do you understand what I offer and what you might claim here for yourself? Tell me, why do you think I am here with you?"

She longed to hold him, to take him to herself and soothe that restlessness, but in these matters allowed the fëar to set their own boundaries. If she could take him from this place and give him the peace of her own home! Somewhere that he might not feel trapped. But would the Oath only call him to greater suffering should he be released? It was her brother's decision, not hers. She did not envy him. 

Nienna mulled his words, once more weighing what she might say to help him understand, but at last settled on that which worried her the most.

"I never said you were warped to ugliness, my dear. Is that something you believe of yourself?" she asked, pulling a cold current from the aether. As if given weight, something came into her hands. She held it there and it became a mourning dove clasped gently in her fingers. 

"You seek my answers, but you will benefit more by looking at your own and questioning their foundations," she said, stroking the feathery thing that rested in her palms. "You know well Morgoth's actions, and know even better your own and the reasons behind them. Where is the true fault, Caranthir, as you see it? Do you blame Morgoth entirely, or do you blame yourself just as thoroughly? For you speak as if it must be one or the other, and cannot be some measure of both."

[alyruko]

So sauron likes peppers, red wine, and sandwiches. Melkor like ice cream. What do the other Valar and Valeir like? Champane? Pickles?

[quitepacific]

The Pool of Tears.

[quitepacific]

 The sign outside this tent is accompanied by a small box full of smooth black stones. The text instructs you to take one with you as you enter.

 Inside, the tent is dark, the ceiling covered with open black umbrellas, the curving handles hanging down like icicles. 

 The center of the room there is a pool. A pond enclosed within a black stone wall that is surrounded by white gravel. 

 The air carries the salty tinge of the ocean.

 You walk over to the edge to look inside. The gravel crunches beneath your feet. 

 It is shallow, but it is glowing. A shimmering, shifting light cascades up through the surface of the water. A soft radiance, enough to illuminate the pool and the stones that sit at the bottom. Hundreds of stones, each identical to the one you hold in your hand. The light beneath filters through the spaces between the stones. 

 Reflections ripple around the room, making it appear as though the entire tent is underwater.

 You sit on the wall, turning your back stone over and over in your fingers.

 The stillness of the tent becomes a quiet melancholy. 

 Memories begin to creep forward from hidden corners of your mind. Passing disappointments. Lost chances and lost causes. Heartbreaks and pain and desolate, horrible loneliness. 

 Sorrows you thought long forgotten mingle with still-fresh wounds. 

 The stone feels heavier in your hand.

 When you drop it in the pool to join the rest of the stones, you feel lighter. As though you have released something more than a smooth polished piece of rock.

[quotesandwheats]

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.”

Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 6: Fables and Reflections (via quotesandwheats)

[quotesberry]

I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.

Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.

So that’s my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before. Don’t freeze, don’t stop, don’t worry that it isn’t good enough, or it isn’t perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.

Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, Do it.

Make your mistakes, next year and forever. ― Neil Gaiman

[quotesandwheats]

Whenever it rains you will think of her.

Neil Gaiman (via quotesandwheats)

[giftoftears]

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