он продолжал жить так, как это было заложено в них всех отцом в их совместных походах, исследовал Таргелион, так нашел гномов.
Это он может смотреть на свое собственное жилище с другого края озера.
now these are the wanderings of Caranthir,
he continued to live as it had been instilled in them all by his father in their joint campaigns, he explored Thargelion, and this is how he found the dwarves.
Here he can look at his own home from the other side of the lake.
Celebrating the launch of the new Art Section by the @silmarillionwritersguild!
Illustration for Lake Helevorn: A Summer Romance by Himring
@hhimring‘s unusual and original take on the wife of Caranthir, with its evocative descriptions, inspired me to paint this scene. I recommend the read.
A ficlet for Day Five or Day Six of Finwëan Ladies Week (Ladies who Married in or Original Characters)
@finweanladiesweek
At the end of the War of Wrath, during the drowning of Beleriand, the Sea reaches ravaged Thargelion, where Caranthir once had his domain, and Lake Helevorn at the foot of Mount Rerir.
In Himring 'verse, Caranthir's wife is Lake Helevorn, a being in some ways similar to Goldberry, or perhaps more to her mother, the River-woman.
Once famously beautiful, the valley below Mount Rerir now lies desolate. The shores of the lake have been ravaged by orcs again and again. Fires have swept across it and each time the green growth struggled harder to grow back. Now there are no trees or bushes left; sheltered by the broken stone of Caranthir’s house, one cankered briar rose holds out where once a fountain played in the courtyard. The birds and beasts that could leave are gone, fleeing as far as their wings or paws would take them.
The dwarves of Belegost have long shut and barred their front gate. They pass out of their mountain by secret doors and hidden paths, when they leave it at all. None take the old track through the valley. It is far too exposed to hostile eyes.
It is not only the lake’s shores that are ravaged. On the surface of the lake that was once pure and dark like smooth glass, grey ash drifts. And its waters are fouled with decay.
All that is visible to the naked eye, but worse is the malice that has been seeping from the North, out of Angband, too long unhindered, gradually permeating earth and water both, poisoning, twisting.
She who was once Helevorn has retreated to the bottom of the lake. She is no longer fighting back, barely resists, lies trapped, mutilated, rendered dumb and savage, as Morgoth turns more and more of the substance of her own lake against her.
Into the deathly silence comes the abrupt convulsion of the first earthquake, followed by a series of aftershocks. The slopes of Mount Rerir shiver. Cliffs begin to crumble, rocks big as houses come tumbling down all the way to the shore.
More earthquakes—and then suddenly Morgoth’s grip loosens. The shock of the release is so overwhelming that, to her, it feels like searing pain. It jerks a howl out of her.
In the continuing turmoil, there is little time to process or adjust. Already in more southern and western parts of Beleriand, the Sea is far advanced. She has not yet fully grasped that Morgoth is gone, when a gigantic wave comes up the valley of Gelion and another across what once was the plain of Lothlann. The waves crash into each other and smash against the foot of the Ered Luin. Mount Rerir breaks. Churning waters pour into Helevorn with stunning force.
Ulmo has come for her. The defilement that imprisoned her is washed away. Morgoth’s decay and malice cannot stand against the salt waters of the Belegaer. She is free.
Much is lost forever, also. The remains of Caranthir’s house are obliterated, as well as anything else that still endured there. That last obstinate rose is crushed and drowned.
She herself is free, but not healed. And her healing will be long, even though Uinen shall come and wrap her in seaweed and sing to her. She is still too numb to enquire. But nevertheless, on her finger, she still bears Caranthir’s ring.
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Link to the story that originally introduced this character
One of the dwarves had spotted the intruder from the Gates, but as she approached, her feelings ran the gamut from caution to outrage to pity. The stranger was sobbing so—it was impossible to hold her disrespect of the holy lake against her.
‘Why are you weeping by Kheled-zâram?’
‘There was another lake that shone like dark glass,’ replied the elf. ‘We saw our faces mirrored, hers and mine, and above the mountain peak flamed white, like these. She is not here—and even the lake is under the sea.’
The dwarf put a gentle hand on her shoulder.
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Drabble written for the prompt Kheled glass (Khuzdul) for 3 February. The prompt word is the first element in the dwarvish name of Mirrormere. It is also related to the (elvish) first element of Helevorn, a lake in drowned Beleriand. There is a bit of resemblance between the descriptions of Helevorn and Mirrormere, as well as between their names. (But it seems the Khuzdul name of Lake Helevorn is known and it did not contain the word kheled).
