#ioreth

[robiberon]

Tolkien Women's Week day 4

"They're singing about you, my lady"

@tolkienwomensweek

[ronanwhitehouse]

My seventh “Ladies of LOtR” is Ioreth, Healer of the Houses of Healing. I hate how much the other characters roll their eyes at her. Yes, she talks a lot. But she’s a healthcare worker. That’s part of her job; making folks feel welcomed and comfortable. When you’re ailing from some fantasy medieval disease, wouldn’t you rather have a chatty sweet old granny taking care of you than someone cold and silent? Plus if she hadn’t been yapping away, Gandolf would have never had the idea to bring in Aragon to suggest kingsfoil. Ioreth rules.

[mgcoco]

Eowyn and Ioreth in the Houses of Healing, for Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang 2025!

The wonderful fic by @labyrinth-runner will be revealed soon 💖

[velvet4510]

I just want to say to my fellow female Tolkien fans that we should not feel ashamed for loving these books that are admittedly male-centric.

It’s tempting to call Tolkien a sexist for including so few female characters in his legendarium - and I admit that yes he was not entirely free of sexism - but we must remember that the women he did include are the epitome of girl power and some of the best role models we could ask for: strong and willful and noble and brave, without sacrificing their femininity to prove themselves.

It’s glorious to me how you can flip through the books and see page after page of men doing everything … and then suddenly:

There’s Varda creating the Stars, Sun, and Moon!!

There’s Yavanna saving her trees by inspiring the creation of the Ents!!

There’s Melian making an Elf king forget his own people and then shielding an entire kingdom!!

There’s Lúthien defeating Sauron himself AND Morgoth himself!!!

There’s Idril preventing the complete annihilation of her people by creating the secret path out of Gondolin!!

There’s Galadriel resisting the One Ring!!

There’s Éowyn killing the lord of the Nazgûl!!

There’s Ioreth saving the victims of the Black Breath through her knowledge that the king will be the healer!!

There’s Arwen bridging the gap between Elves and Men as Queen of Gondor!!

There’s 100-year-old Lobelia beating Ruffians with her umbrella and leaving money in her will to help homeless hobbits!!

There’s Rosie raising 13 kids while simultaneously serving the whole Shire as Mistress of Bag End!!

There’s Elanor guarding and preserving the Red Book so that we can read it now!!!

That’s why I just can’t hold too big of a grudge about this. Yes, Tolkien didn’t write female characters too often, and it would’ve been fantastic if there were more. But when he did write them, they were amazing.

And on top of that, his male characters display literally our dream level of healthy masculinity in a man. Frodo, Sam, Aragorn, Faramir, etc. are our wish fulfillment. We have every right to enjoy that.

[arofili]

@tolkienofcolourweek day six | ordinary people | ioreth

Then an old wife, Ioreth, the eldest of the women who served in that house, looking on the fair face of Faramir, wept, for all the people loved him. And she said: ‘Alas! if he should die. Would that there were kings in Gondor, as there were once upon a time, they say! For it is said in old lore: The hands of the king are the hands of a healer. And so the rightful king could ever be known.’

—The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, “The Houses of Healing”

[ramblings-of-lola]

I think my favorite underrated character in Lord of the Rings is Ioreth, the woman in the Houses of Healing that Aragorn and Gandalf got so annoyed at.

She's so hobbit-like, I bet her and the hobbits had a great time together exchanging their people's lore and gossip.

[magicalhideoutengineer]

What is Kingship? Answered by...

Broke:

And Sauron lied to the King, declaring that everlasting life would be his who possessed the Undying Lands, and that the Ban was imposed only to prevent the Kings of Men from surpassing the Valar. ‘But great Kings take what is their right,’ he said.

- The Return of the King: The Annals of the Kings and Rulers

Woke:

The sons of Fëanor indeed were wroth thereat; and Maidros laughed, saying: ‘He is a king that can hold his own, or else his title is vain. Thingol does but grant us lands where his power does not run. Indeed Doriath only would be his realm this day, but for the coming of the Noldor. Therefore in Doriath let him reign, and be glad that he hath the sons of Finwe for neighbours, not the Orcs of Morgoth that we found. Elsewhere it shall go as seems good to us.’

- The War of Jewels: The Grey Annals

Bespoke

Then Turgon sat in his high seat holding his staff of doom, and in a stern voice spoke: ‘I will not debate with you, Dark Elf. By the swords of the Noldor alone are your sunless woods defended. Your freedom to wander there wild you owe to my kin; and but for them long since you would have laboured in thraldom in the pits of Angband. And here I am King; and whether you will it or will it not, my doom is law. This choice only is given to you: to abide here, or to die here; and so also for your son.’

- Silmarillion: Of Maeglin

Ascended:

Then an old wife, Ioreth, the eldest of the women who served in that house, looking on the fair face of Faramir, wept, for all the people loved him. And she said: ‘Alas! if he should die. Would that there were kings in Gondor, as there were once upon a time, they say! For it is said in old lore: The hands of the king are the hands of a healer. And so the rightful king could ever be known.’

- The Return of the King: The Houses of Healing

[hhimring]

No king could ask for better

For @gondorweek, early post for Day 3: Nature.

(With apologies, but I suspect I won't have the chance to post in the next couple of days.)

Character: Ioreth (no warnings)

Ioreth walks among rose beds. Her back is straight; her steps are light. Her hair is dark without a streak of grey, her complexion clear, with never a wrinkle around eyes or mouth. In the background—sounds of Ioreth’s family thoroughly enjoying their outing.

The roses are in bloom, blooming abundantly, all stages from tight-furled bud to full blossom, and some just starting to shed their petals. There are so many colours, white, pink, red, and yellow, and roses of more than one colour, delicately feathered. Scent wafts up on the sun-warmed air, as Ioreth passes. She breathes it in.

If you knew their scent—

roses of Imloth Melui—

who could ask for more?