Dasalâka ❧ Tathalagos

I am Dasalâka, he who the Sindar call Tathalagos. ❧ I am dâráye - a Silvan elf I am pennêye - a man of the Penni tribe I am pennâ-ri-udarayo, and I am pedye-ri-sodyo The master of tales, and the safeguard of words ❧ Indie RP blog - J.R.R. Tolkien's works ❧ Also the home of Pennammê - the language of the Avarin tribe of the Penni, a fan-language on the basis of Primitive Elvish (constructed by me) ❧ Please read Intro & Rules before interacting!

[brilcrist]

Thranduil - Prince of Greenwood The Great Sorry!!! i accidentally deleted my previous post while trying tumblr app on my new iphone;w; i added the clothes design for u on this new post, as a token of apologize~ ———————————- Before u are a king, u must be a prince for some period, right? i haven’t seen any of it, so… yeah, here u go~ Also, i did few sketches of young Thranduil with Oropher, Gilgalad, Glorfindel etc, if i have some time i will post them too:)

[moredangerousxlesswise-arch-blog]

"I'm your future husband." (//I'm sorry, I tried to resist (for like, 5 seconds))

The minstrel raised an eyebrow, looking the other elf up and down and making a noncommittal noise. “Ah, I suppose you’ll do. I mean, I don’t have a choice, do I?” Aewlinn did not think it was a good idea, but his parents were insistent that he married soon. Apparently, it was bad luck to wait any longer.

[nedaye-blog]

Dasalâka huffed at that. “I’m not the one you have to ask that question.” In his case, it hadn’t even been his parents to decide that he would personally forge a closer alliance to the Nandor who had not merged with his own kin yet, but their nênolla - the dream-giver had sent him a vision, a vision of a willow with roots spanning a river, and with a singing bird sitting on its crown. And even though Dasalâka disliked this situation, he would not act against their wise man’s word.

[faithlessavarin-moved]

nedaye replied to your post:eeereeestoor replied to your post:Do you have an…

//it’s also possible that Dorwinion might be an Avarin land; and in early middle earth roleplaying (MERP) at least, the tribe of the Kinn-lai live in the jungles of the Utter South; (Also, the Penni mixed canonically with the Nandor elves)

I remember reading something about this somewhere, do you know where you read this? ivi

[nedaye-blog]

////the thing about the Penni is right in The War of the Jewels (it's also said here that some Tatyarin Avari (second clan, not third clan/Nelyar like the Penni) actually reached Beleriand but didn't really like their Noldorin cousins)

The part about the Kinn-lai is on tolkiengateway; I was in elementary school when MERP was still a thing, sadly :/ Also, of course, it's half-canon only, but Dorwinion is even more of a stretch than that; we know that Cuivenen was in the East, and that the Penni must have done their own bit of migration to get to the Nandor, so it's very likely that the Avari just wandered all over the place

[nedaye-blog]

Edorâka u, edôra-neri - Of the Wolves, our Siblings

Once there lived two brothers. They were both great hunters, and they were both as proud as the oak tree and as wild as lightning storms. Their arrows were fast and sure, and when they sang together, their voices sent light into the heart of the saddest being.

The elder of them now was in love with the înolla, the Chieftain, of their clan, who was also wooed by another, older elf. The înolla was hesitant to give her love to anybody for a long time, but finally her heart went out to the elder brother. The brother’s rival was furious at this, and in is anger he went to the brothers’ delamâ, and, knowing that his rival was with the înolla, he set it on fire. He had not known that the younger brother was sleeping in the home, and only when his screams started to rip through the canopy of leaves did he realize what he had done. The rival fled; and the elder brother came just in time to save his brother’s life. But his brother had been burned horribly; his eyes had been burned out of his head, his hands were crippled, and he could not speak a word.

The elder brother’s rival had run, and he was not seen for many months. During this time, the elder brother held watch over his younger brother, who was treated by healers from many clans, as the brothers had helped many clans in their time, and they were loved everywhere they had gone. But his brother just would not get better, and as the elder brother witnessed his pain day in, day out, hatred grew in his heart and tainted his blood and his mind. The only thing he could think of was revenge, and one day he went out into the forest, and he did not come back for many, many days.

When he finally did come back, his body was trenched in blood, and the dead body of his rival was strapped to his back. He had cut out his eyes and cut off his fingers, and then he had torn out his tongue with the barbed head of his arrow before he had finally killed him.

There had never been a crime so cruel in the history of their clan before, and the înolla, who had to speak justice over her beloved, saw that his deeds had tainted his soul so much that it would never be allowed to rest. If she were to have him killed – which was the punishment that should have been given to one who had killed one of his own kind – then he would walk as an angry spirit among the trees, and his hatred and anger would live on in all eternity, and without the protective barrier of flesh and blood, they would poison everything in his wake.

So the înolla went into the forest, and when she came back she spoke her sentence. And her sentence was an enchantment, and as it was laid over the elder brother, he was turned into a four-legged beast, with eyes as black as mountain chasms and fur as grey as storm clouds. His sentence was that he would walk the earth for all eternity as one of the elabenni, unable to speak with words, and instead of singing, he would keen over the death he had brought, and he would cry his repentance to the stars every night.

But the elves of the brothers’ clan did not accept this sentence. His anger and hatred had already started to infect them, and they demanded to have the beast killed, because only so could he pay for his crimes. The înolla, who still feared that her lover might turn into an hateful spirit if he was killed, tried to reason with them throughout the night; but when the morning star blazed in the sky, and when blades blazed in the hands of her people, she cried out to the stars – and before their eyes, she turned into a beast herself. And in the very moment when she joined her beloved in his punishment, the younger brother emerged from the healer’s hut, and even though he had no eyes, he pointed his crippled fingers towards the two beasts who were standing in the midst of the clan, and who were indistinguishable from each other, and he spoke:

“You have heard the words of our wise woman, and you have seen my brother’s punishment. He will be a hunter for all time, but never again will he hold a bow, and never again will he sing our songs or speak our language. If you were to kill him, you might just as well kill your wise woman, and for such a sin your life would be forfeited, and the curse of death would never be lifted from our clan until an eternity has passed. Accept our wise woman’s verdict, and know that the sentence was just. Let our brother and our sister go in peace, and bury the man who my brother has killed with all honors befitting one of our clan. For blood cannot wash blood away, and never will a wounded soul be healed with anger.”

And thus the beasts who had once been elves went away into the forest, and when finally the elder brother’s soul was healed after many centuries, they begot children, and these children are who we now call the wolves. 

[silvxnelf-blog]

     I’ve been here for less than a week and there are already so many of you all here.  Honestly this fandom has been so incredibly warm and welcoming I’m just astonished how cool you guys all are!  I’m ready for many more stories and adventures with all of you.  

     There’s just so much talent that is all over my dash at all times and I’m just amazed by all of you.  Again, I cannot convey my thanks and gratitude for all of you being here and showing your support and yeah lol.  

     I’m just placing people who have interacted with me and/or have send kind words my way.  I honestly wish to bother ALL of you -at least as much as humanly possible- and like I said, I appreciate all of you guys so much!

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[nedaye-blog]

//not going to lie, I really don't like how people are mixing up headcanons about the Elves from Dragon Age and the Elves from Tolkien's works

I mean, the only thing those two races actually have in common is the name.....

(I'm a huge Dragon Age fan, but... that's just so unnecessary...)

[melkorwashere]

”Hobbit” illustrations by Denis Gordeev

[nedaye-blog]

//it really doesn't matter which muse I'm on, I can't keep myself from following all the dwarf girls....

[darndixon]

A hundred years is a mere blink - in the life of an elf. I’m patient. I can wait.

[nedaye-blog]

A Note on 'Silvan'

//I think the way I use Silvan on my blog might be a bit confusing, so I thought, well, let’s have a PSA (there's a tldr at the end of this, don't worry)

Basically my definition of Silvan doesn’t differ too much from canon, which would be that Nandor and Avari living in the Woodlands would be considered Silvan Elves, and actually the Sindar who decided to join their style of life would be considered Silvan too.

As an Avari-rper it’s important for me, though, to point out one thing: Nandor and Silvan are not synonyms. Silvan literally means ‘Elves living in the forest’, while Nandor are only those who descend from, well, the Nandor. (and btw, it’s very likely that there’s still a considerable number of Nandor in the very West of Middle Earth, since that’s where the Green-elves/Laegrim/Laiquendi used to live when Beleriand had not yet gone to the fishes)

So basically, Nandor = Eldar, Avari = not; the Avari saw Oromё and heard his offer to take them to Valinor and were like ‘Eh, no, thanks, but you’re creepy and we like it here’, while the Nandor started the Great Journey and then  were like ‘Oh, okay, the Misty Mountains are creepy, but the Anduin Valley is actually pretty nifty, let’s stay here’. (Nandor actually means ‘Those who go back’, though they actually just didn’t go forward)

The Avari have splitted from the Eldar at the first Sundering - that means, the Avari are not Eldar, the Nandor however would be still considered Eldar. It is very likely that 90% of all Avari just went their merry way and were never seen again in the history of the west of Middle Earth, while the Nandor seemed to have built pretty good relations to the Dwarves and likely even Men (there’s a few hints that those Men who’d later become the Edain actually met Elves before they crossed into Beleriand) and have spread out towards the North and East.

The Penni are the only one of the six Avarin tribes that actually gets a mention apart from its name; and that is because they seem to be the only Avarin tribe to have merged with the Eldar. (There seem to be other Avarin Elves who have come as far as Beleriand later on, though, which were likely Tatyar and thus not Penni (it’s pretty sure that the Penni were Nelyar)).

Now, why do I call the Silvan Elves of Greenwood who were there before the arrival of Oropher ‘Penni’ in general?

There are two reasons for this. First of all, I do believe that there is a distinct differentiation between ‘Eldar’ and ‘Avari’ throughout Elven history, and since the Nandor and the Penni have likely mixed to a degree where it’s hardly possible to even say whose ancestors used to be in which clan (at least for some people), I’d have to either call people of Avarin heritage ‘Eldar’ or people of Eldarin heritage ‘Avari’. And honestly, I’d just rather go with the second version. Especially because Elves are defined through their language a lot, and we do have the issue with ‘Nandor’ being a fairly unflattering exonym (just like Avari, tbqh).

I really believe the Nandor would have just called themselves pendî or whatever way that name had taken in Common Telerin. (And yes, kw became p in Common Telerin, just as it obviously became in the language of the Penni (who are still not the same as the Nandor) (it’s very likely that Pennammê developed from Common Telerin anyway).

Now, we know that we have Nandorin/Danian in the South - which was as much of it’s own language as Pennammê like I imagine it - and we have Avarin Elves mixing with the Nandor, which, in my headcanon, mainly happened in the area of the Greenwood. Looking at what little we know about Danian, I think this language and whatever descendant of PE the Penni were speaking were likely mutually intelligible. Now, the Nandor who went to the North merged with another people, took some of their customs, gave them some customs of their own, and their language very likely also merged (I have to say that I’ve put a few Common Eldarin influences in Pennammê, mainly because Tolkien really didn’t leave us much Primitive Elvish (and the sources I use fill some blank spaces with CE; anyway, it’s difficult to draw lines here in the first place). As I said, I doubt that these Elves would call themselves Nandor after their merging, since that would a) absolutely alienate those Elves who actually were Avarin (what with their immortality, there might have been quite a few who had been around and actually made the decision not to go), and b) it would have been a rather useless exonym for them too, since they would have had even less contact with the elves in the west than the Nandor around the Valley of the Anduin.

So basically, ‘Penni’ as I use it can be both individuals who are, or are descendants of the Avari, and who are Nandor (or descendants thereof). Most will be a mix of the two, and will either decide if they want to consider themselves Avarin or Nandorin, or they will just forgo that differentiation and call themselves ‘Penni’ and ‘Silvan’.

Now, as far as Dasalâka goes - he identifies as Avar, since two of his grandparents (which he personally knew) were Avari of the Sundering, which means that they were there when Oromё asked them if they wanted to go, and they declined. His grandparents/great-grandparents on the other side of his lineage have either been born when the Penni had not yet reached Greenwood or shortly thereafter. He does not consider himself to be any ‘more’ Penni than any of the Silvan Elves who descend from the Nandor; for him, being one of the Penni means accepting their believes, their stories, their language. When Oropher came, he wanted to continue this tradition of chosen identities, which was why he was against all the changes a kingship would have brought (and finally did bring); he had no objections to accepting the Sindar into their clans, though, as long as they were willing to learn from them and hunt with them.

He absolutely identifies as Silvan, and as such he does sort of identify with the Nandor-Silvan down at the Anduin. I often use ‘Silvan’ as an antonym to ‘Sindar’ on my page, but it’s honestly not that easy. The Sindar did obviously keep some of their cultural identity (nobody can tell me that the Sindar would have voluntarily given up the written word, their tales or their religious beliefs, not even to begin with their military culture), and honestly, the Penni welcomed a lot of those aspects of Sindarin culture (steel! yay!). The lines are not as clear as they might seem, but the identities still exist, and they are still important for individuals, and in some cases also for the whole of their hybrid culture, especially if we consider the sort of culture loss and language loss that always happens at least partially when one advanced culture meets a less advanced culture (see nearly the whole of the migration period in early history (the Gothic language would be an interesting example)).

Tldr: Silvan and Nandor are not the same thing, Avarin and Silvan are not the same thing either, and one individual might very much be Sindarin and Silvan at the same time. 'Silvan' literally just means that they are in some way what the Sindar called 'Tawarwaith', 'Forest Elves', and has nothing to do with ethnicity. Or as a good friend of mine said: It basically just means that there's a lot of Teleri of different ancestry sitting on trees*

*or not, we actually don't know if they all lived on trees, but you get what I mean, right?

[ingloriousmemes]

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[bxfur-blog]

The miner re-adjusted the beloved hat on his head as he eyed the stranger curiously, his severe expression only tempting the dwarf to proffer a broad grin in the hopes of easing any tension. “So I take it you’re not one of Elrond’s lot?”

[nedaye-blog]

The elf couldn't help a little snort at that, even though the expression on his face didn't change much. He wanted to ask if he looked like an Eldar, but then he remembered that a dwarf would likely not even know the difference between a Noldo and an Avar. So instead he just shook his head and leaned against the wall behind him. "I am not, no." Though, of course - if dwarves were really as unused to Elves as he thought, there was still another question. "How did you know that, though?"

[nedaye-blog]

Too Much Marble (closed)

sodonewithdwarves

Imladris was strange.

It was a nice place objectively, he guessed. The valley was beautiful, even though he just couldn't get used to the walls of rock enclosing it, and he had actually started to enjoy the constant babbling and rushing of the brooks and cascades and cataracts that seemed to be everywhere he looked and which all fed into the river of Bruinen at the feet of the rocks on which the House was built. It was strange, though, to walk among stone while still seeing the light of day, or, as it was now, the moonlight. They had arrived only this evening, and had taken only a light supper before they had been brought to their rooms. The 'light' part of their supper had been a choice, since there had been meat, which the Sindar among them had actually eaten of, while the Silvan part of the delegation had just eyed the platters of roast and fowl suspiciously. It was the first time that a significant amount of Elves of the Penni had come to this place, and the cooks of the 'Last Homely House' would likely notice now that what had once seemed like the peculiar eating habits of individuals was part of a far larger scale of cultural differences.

Dasalâka did feel a sort of grim satisfaction at the thought that they might confuse a few the inhabitants of a place they so grandiosely called 'The Last Homely House'. No kind of explanation made that name right. He did not have many feelings about the Noldor, since he had truly never met any, but he thought it strange that a place which was, indeed, the last trace of Noldorin culture in Middle Earth would claim such a high name without at least giving it a qualifier; he would not have been as hung up about it if it had been called 'The Last Noldorin House', or something like that.

And really, the feeling of walking on solid stone while the wind touched his face and hair confused him still. It felt unnatural, in a way. But he just didn't want to go to sleep yet; the ride of the day had exhausted him, yes, but all those new impressions had stirred up his spirit too thoroughly to truly let him find rest. He also didn't quite know if he would actually be able to sleep with the noise of the water so close to him. He would likely get used to it quickly enough, but for now he was content to wander through the strange, starlit stone halls of Imladris, his cane gently clicking against the marble.

[goldengreenleaf]

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     Knowing the old elf, the prince was aware at times he was as strange as he was wise. Most likely, the reason was innocent, a leaf on his rear perhaps, a twig caught in his belt. And so he turned even if mildly puzzled and bent his torso, looking back at his tutor over the shoulder, curiously.

[nedaye-blog]

Dasalâka looked at him for a moment, his expression blank, before he finally gave Legolas' rear a slap with the back of his left hand. "What I meant was for you to bend down and get me this comb that I dropped." He pointed his cane toward the wooden comb lying a few feet away from them on the floor.

Though now a grin appeared in the eyes of the old tale master, if not on his lips. "It's good to know that you can be obedient if you want to, though."

[kiliel-library]

Reblog if you appreciate Tauriel and the wonderful actress that plays her - with or without Kili, with or without any love-triangle and are simply happy that she was in the movie, because she is a badass fighter and has a loving heart.

[ienvinyatartaureo-deactivated20]

Teviniel turned towards him for a moment to view

his demonstration, processing the events in her mind. She suspected a minor or intermediate sprain to his right wrist. While at her work bench, she puts on a pot on water to brew some chamomile tea for him, as well as opening a small tub of rosemary-infused cream for pain relief. "I suspect a sprain. We will keep you in the infirmary for observation and for pain relief. We’ll keep it elevated and wrap it for you. If the wrap does not help, then we will have to splint it.”

[nedaye-blog]

Dasalâka gritted his teeth again, his whole body tense. He was rather sure that his discomfort was radiating in the air around him. He did not much like healing halls in general, and for quite a good reason; but what got to him even more was the thought of what her words meant for him in the end.

"I hope the wrap will help, then," he muttered, "because I won't have it splinted." He wouldn't be able to walk if he couldn't use his cane; and he needed his right hand for the cane. This whole situation was more than just a little inconvenient.

[ienvinyatartaureo-deactivated20]

 Taking her own seat beside the injured ellon, 

 Teviniel gently took his right wrist in her hand  to observe. Almost immediately, she noticed  a slight discoloration in his skin, and the grimace  he gave when he sleeve was pulled back.  "What happened?"  She asked, setting his wrist upon a soft surface to  gather a few items for his obvious pain.

[nedaye-blog]

"I..." he sighed, then he nodded towards the cane he had put down on the wall next to them. "I slipped. While holding the cane. So I..." He held his left hand up, half-closing it as if he was holding the cane, and moved it forward, until he suddenly bent his wrist as if he'd hit an obstcle. "Right against the wall. It hurt for a moment, but then I thought I could just put it into cool water and it'd get better." He shrugged. It hadn't.