Misplaced Lens Cap
we're not kids anymore.
Monterey Bay Aquarium
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
titsay
i don't do bad sauce passes
@theartofmadeline
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shark vs the universe
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
hello vonnie
Cosmic Funnies
wallacepolsom
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Keni
noise dept.
JBB: An Artblog!
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trying on a metaphor
Kaledo Art
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@numenorweek
sorry for taking so much, i absolutely want to return back with NumenorWeek this year but i had no time yet to think about when hosting it, especially when i don't want it to clash with other fandom events.
so, which month would you prefer for Numenor Week?
June
July
August
September
October
November
December
feel free to tell me if there are other events in the next months, either!
An Early Loremaster
Early in the history of Numenor, Elros's son Vardamir not only gathers much lore himself, but also assembles an early circle of loremasters around him. One of these is Tegilbor, who reflects about lore, Elvish and otherwise.
Teens (no major warnings)
c. 1400 words
Written for the SWG's Everyman challenge (still running until 15 May)
Here on SWG.
Okay, I have finally figured out how I want my characters to look in the graphic novel. The character sheets are just a taste of the style I am going for. A sneak peak for those who have been following closely. XD
This is actually happening!!! Like, LETS GOOO! The support and enthusiasm ya'll have shared for the story is incredible and I love seeing new readers find it. Thank you for modivating and inspiring me to keep going.
The story atm has reached ch 10 in completion but the timeline and basic designs for the GN styling are done.
If you want to read the story all available chapters are here.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10
Can't wait to see where the story takes us!
*under the sea*
Tar-Mairon in Numenor
Ethereal and pure, he is so shiny and divine being
The nurse of houses of healing, my oc Salabel
Tolkien On Why Aragorn Didn't Choose To Live a bit longer when Arwen pleaded With Him At Deathbed
It would appear that the “grace” accorded to the Númenóreans was like that of Aman: it did not alter the human rate of growth to maturity, but postponed the decay of old age after that for a long while – until one knew inwardly (by a motion of the fëa) that the time had come to relinquish life in this world voluntarily. If one did not do so, but clung to life, senility would soon arise. If Aragorn had yielded to Arwen’s entreaties, he would have become decrepit, at least in body, very soon.
- The Nature of Middle-earth: Time Scales and Rates of Growth
Shadow-Bride
Sauron in Númenor
Huevember Day 22.
And last of all the mounting wave, green and cold and plumed with foam, climbing over the land, took to its bosom Tar-Míriel the Queen, fairer than silver or ivory or pearls. Too late she strove to ascend the steep ways of the Meneltarma to the holy place; for the waters overtook her, and her cry was lost in the roaring of the wind.
For the WIP game: Amandil's farewell to Elendil to replace the my Tolkien blog's header
Bottom: Findarato | Míriel, the unwilling witness in Sauron's temple
@tolkienwomensweek day seven | stars ✦ dream ✦ prophecy ✦ vision | tar-míriel
She sees the end before it comes. The wave crests over the mountain, and she drowns with Númenor. The dark temple is swallowed by the Sea, and far away, so is the King. She sees it in the stars, the way she has since she was a girl. Perhaps she should have been Meneldur; perhaps she is, for no one knows where Men’s spirits go when they die. She will learn where, soon. All the women and elderly and children of Númenor will learn with her, all the animals, all the flowers, all the weight of Elenna’s history: all soon shall be devoured by the waves. Tar-Míriel is helpless, as she always has been. She does nothing to stop this Doom, gives no warning, makes no protest. Perhaps in death, she shall be made free—for if Men may return, after a fashion, less even do the Wise know what happens to Woman when she is strangled by her fate.
the sea-king's wife
by swanmaiden (@swanmaids)
The tentacles are strangely fragile looking, Míriel thinks.
Explicit, No Archive Warnings
Words: 300
Not by the Hand of Man
by Sath (@sathinfection)
Part 1 of What The Sea Knows
After his chief priestess is assassinated, Sauron summons his most powerful servant, a woman of Far Harad, to Númenor.
Explicit, No Archive Warnings
Words: 6,911
@tolkienseaweek day six | insanity, mortality, endings | tar-míriel v. ar-pharazôn
But Ilúvatar showed forth his power, and he changed the fashion of the world; and a great chasm opened in the sea between Númenor and the Deathless Lands, and the waters flowed down into it, and the noise and smoke of the cataracts went up to heaven, and the world was shaken. And all the fleets of the Númenóreans were drawn down into the abyss, and they were drowned and swallowed up for ever. But Ar-Pharazôn the King and the mortal warriors that had set foot upon the land of Aman were buried under falling hills: there it is said that they lie imprisoned in the Caves of the Forgotten, until the Last Battle and the Day of Doom... ...In an hour unlocked for by Men this doom befell, on the nine and thirtieth day since the passing of the fleets. Then suddenly fire burst from the Meneltarma, and there came a mighty wind and a tumult of the earth, and the sky reeled, and the hills slid, and Númenor went down into the sea, with all its children and its wives and its maidens and its ladies proud; and all its gardens and its halls and its towers, its tombs and its riches, and its jewels and its webs and its things painted and carven, and its lore: they vanished for ever. And last of all the mounting wave, green and cold and plumed with foam, climbing over the land, took to its bosom Tar-Míriel the Queen, fairer than silver or ivory or pearls. Too late she strove to ascend the steep ways of the Meneltarma to the holy place; for the waters overtook her, and her cry was lost in the roaring of the wind.
—The Silmarillion, “Akallabêth”
“Death of Tar-Míriel” Submission for @tolkienseaweek Day 6: Mortality/endings/insanity
I’m so sad the week is over today!!! These Tolkie fandom events are so super fun, I hope to participate in more and more as they come.
hello! will Numenor Week be happening this year?
hello! thank you for your question. yes, Numenor Week will happen this year, but I've not decided when yet, since i don't want it to happen at the same time of other events. I'm thinking about posting a poll for giving my followers the possibility to decide (and possibly, to avoid to overlap with other events!)
A Red String to Choke You With
So uhm. I wrote this VERY spontaneously today! It's mostly just me dying over how pretty Mairon is and putting that into words. And Mairon suffering. Everyone suffers, basically.
The prince consort is beautiful. There's no way around admitting it, Lady Miriel thinks. His eyes shine a terrifying amber, an amber seemingly burning out from the inside. A wildfire smothered by honey. His expression is sharp. Hungry in a way she's never seen before. So very unlike Pharazon's. There is a sort of superficial kindness in them and yet that kindness doesn't warm her. It's pinning her down like a flailing beetle, feels more like her light is being sucked away, trapped behind that gilded, glassy gaze.
She forces herself to return his smile.
"Lady Miriel," he says and he says it like velvet feels on a hot day, stifling and soft and she can only think: I pity you. And: Thank you for taking the place I would have had to take. And: Oh, you have no inkling of what monster you've wed and my heart aches for you.
