[thatalteansh-t]

Facts

[swallowscng]

pls send/tell me your favorite quotes about magic!!

[courspourtavie]

Midnight

[soracities]

Euripides, from “Orestes”, An Oresteia (trans. Anne Carson)

[galwechil-a-blog]

    [F]ingertips caress over colour-changing leaves, booted feet leaving naught but a smudge in dry dirt as his approach remains, in all, peaceful. 

    ❝You take the world around you for granted..❞ he breathes, ❝but then again, don’t we all?❞

                           entertainment - open to all

[swallowscng]

                                “I suppose it’s hard for one not to, when always surrounded by such chaos.”

          Lindir’s words are only audible because they are carried from him on the gentle breeze that brushes through his hair in the most pleasant of ways. The smell of the forest beyond is INTOXICATING, and he wants nothing more than to shirk his duties and lose himself to the trees as he oft did in his younger years. “But it is important for the health of one’s soul, to be in touch with the Earth.”

[cozyautumnspices]

[paintedinpastel-blog]

[goldsungold]

🍯 yellow is my colour 🍯

[shyllamapioneer-deactivated2025]

they were unkind to you. don’t let that make you unkind. 

[swallowscng]

narrator.        so since i'm about to make another blog (i am Weak i apologize) i just want to note that Lindir's main verse background is on its way at some time soon and my rules will be updated too!! also crossover verses are coming i promise

[swallowscng]

                      — ❝I am sure every love seems like true love when one is in the midst of it.❞

[rainy-autumn-day]

[onehandedly]

But, please, imagine the choir of Himring, the choir of Maglor’s gap army!

A choir made of soldiers and healers, the voice of which is strong enough to make the earth rumble as it sings of both new hope and old defiance. Maglor’s songs in the singers’ chests are as bright as any beacon, as sharp as a sword, and as deep as the roots of mountains.  Each voice, alone, carries a note of sadness, but when they all sing together the accent of pain spirals around the main theme to bloom into a cry of desperate joy. Orcs do not dare to attack when they sing and the very air seems to become denser, almost billowing with power, like a shield of harmonics. The sound of their songs can be heard across all of Lothlann, bouncing off the cold slopes of Himring, twisting in the labyrinth of hills surrounding it; its last accents break on the mountain slopes of the pass of Aglon; sometimes whispers of music reach Caranthir that, for once, smiles so brilliantly. 

The two choirs join after the Bragollach, each one diminished but not destroyed. Imagine, in the second age, the minority who survived and stayed under Celebrimbor’s rule trying to trying to organise themselves once again and struggling to find a director they can respect. For the first time the female voices are more than the male ones. Imagine, in the late third age, the last few survivors of those who sang in what is known as “Himring’s choir” joining for a last song, maybe in the ruins of Himring itself. As they sing, for an instant, the wind seems to carry all the voices of all those who died and once again their voices are a roar, they can almost see the faces around them, and the hall rising pristine over their heads, held up by their music, yet it is but an illusion that breaks too soon, leaving only old elves amidst ruins.

[kanafiinwe]

Erestor // Rivendell for @jane-ways

[bombadil-archive4]

@swallowscng liked this for a starter. 

         There was no place in Middle Earth like her home. The valley of Imladris was a paradise, and the sound of its waterfalls was a music that soothed her heart and eased a weight in her chest that she did not know was there. It did not matter how far she strayed or what sights she saw, what great adventures she sought, this was her cornerstone. The place to which she would always return. It lived in her heart, and its people warmed her like the rays of the sun.

         "Hail, Lindir. You are looking well!“ She remarked, blue skirts whispering across the stone floors behind her. It was the first she had seen of him since her return, although Angmir had told her there was a rumor he was composing a song about her exploits. She was certain it was merely flattery, as Angmir likely thought her his best customer, given the state she brought her armors back in.

[swallowscng]

                             THE SIGHT a nimble brown-haired Elf sweeping down ancient stone steps to greet guests and those returning home has come to be known by many as the very essence of entry to Imladris, but Lindir’s efforts to do have been rather _lax of late. _His attentions are instead wrapped in preparing the Valley for its celebrations of Yuletide, and for all of the travelers, Elven and otherwise, that its gates shall surely welcome at such a time.

                            A smile warms his features at the ring of a familiar voice against the high ceilings of the corridor as snow begins to cover the ground just outside the window. Lindir forgoes the polite bow of his head and shoulders to open his arms for a friendly embrace (it has been months after all). “Andriel! I did not see you ride in. Wherever did you get to this time?”

[swallowscng]

hey kiddos i just spent the weekend at universal studios and holy FUCK im having some deep hp feels but i know if i tried to make a blog for a hp muse they'd end up just like marlize devoe (aka i set it up and never actually got to writing anything lmfao) BUT lindir has had several different hp verses in the past so if i resurrected some of those i would love some hp canons/ocs to write with??

he's the ultimate hufflepuff, mostly pureblooded, and probably grows up to be a vet for magical creatures. can fit into any era and i also have a squib verse which i really love!!

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

Black Mirror: Hang the DJ (2017) Directed by Timothy Van Patten