#tar vanimelde

[malfirien]

I see you queer coded Tolkien characters!!!!!

[sajirah]

Ruling Queens of Númenór WIPs (yes, I am still working on these, I swear).

Tar-Ancalimë

Tar-Telperiën

Tar-Vanimeldë

Ar-Zimraphel (aka Miriel)

(poor Mirel doesn’t get the crown of her forefather’s because Pharazon stole it 😒)

[eri-pl]

Scraps of Númenor 3/7 : the Queens (Ao3)

@numenorweek

Exhibit X: a fragment of a letter to Ancalimë, the King's Heiress, from her cousin Soronto, dated SA 991

A hundred years shall soon pass since you've been proclaimed the Heiress. You know how much I loathe not knowing what to expect. I will speak openly: It is more than just the uncertainity. There is a certain Lady whom my heart chose, but I cannot ask her without knowing what future I have to offer her. I am well aware that you do not approve of the concept of love, or that neither choice is painless to you, but please, I beg you: make up your mind. If not for Númenore and her people than for me at least.

Exhibit XI: a fragment of the diary of Tinwien, the eldest daughter of a Council member, dated SA 1075

We have a Queen! Thank the One that I live in such times! What comes next? Lady Nienna, forgive my pride. Father has no sons, and I cannot bring myself to not hope to be in the Council one day, to advise the Queen — or King if the Powers so prefer. But I wish her a long and joyful life. Maybe this is not wholly prideful. The Valar have Queens too. We are only Men, and I doubt a King and Queen could rule together without dissent, but this does not meen that we must have Kings and Lords only.

Exhibit XII: a fragment of an unopened letter from Gil-Galad, High King of the Noldor to Queen Tar-Ancalimë, dated SA 1109

Please, My Lady, answer me. I apologize for all the sorrow I caused — unwillingly, I assure you! — and yet more sorrow may come if we do not act soon. I do not have enough forces alone, and it was not my might that pushed him away. If we do not shatter it now when it is small, the Shadow shall grow and swallow us. Please, Lady, please, dear child of children of my beloved friend! — it is not politics that is at stake here, nor honor. It is the freedom of all the peoples and the fate of Arda itself.

Exhibit XIV: a fragment of a letter from Yáviendilmë, daughter of Tar-Anárion to Lord Orondur, her friend, dated SA 1352

I'm glad to hear the news and please, give your nephew my best wishes. As for your cousin, if you prefer me not to write to you than I shall stop, but the bitter comments of old spinsters (I am aware how those woulds sound coming from me, but that's what she too is) are only that: bitter and cold. They are, however, hard not to make sometimes, and the price for silence in paid in tears, so please, show her kindness. Still, my father of course knows that I am writing with you, and he is not against it.

Exhibit XVI: a fragment from the personal diary of Tar-Telperien, dated SA 1599

Oh, Father, how I miss you! Why did you name me so? I wish I had asked, but alas! I too often leave words unsaid. And now 'tis too late. At least you are happy— beyond happy. Why silver? We are not silver, gold we are, even now. Silver Daughter? Silver Tree? Would that not be too proud a name? Our Tree is white. I had dreadful nightmares about them: the Tree and The Tree, and a silver and crimson Elda (who?). And yet, I cannot write to King Gil-Galad with but a vague nightmare. This would not be proper.

Exhibit XXVI: a fragment of a letter from Gimilhuznat, a lady-in-waiting to her cousin Zîrtamur, dated SA 2572

Last week's ball was even more wondrous than the previous! The Queen had a live oliphant shipped from the continent, adorned with bells and colorful ribbons, and dancing. It was surprisingly well behaved! The dance master invented a new figure, and I think I performed it best of all, save the Queen of course. I also learned two songs. Your Mother would mislike them, as they quite boldly allude to mistakes of those in the West, but the melodies are very fit for dancing. I'll teach you when we meet. The next season wine-red will be in fashion, and pearls.

Exhibit XXVII: a page from the Annals of Kings, cut away probably in SA 2657, found in a stack of old maps, with a large note "to burn" written across it

Tar-Anducal, the 17th King of Númenor, received the Sceptre in the year 2637 of Second Age. His reign was peaceful and prosperous: many ships sailed to Middle Earth, bringing silver and gold. The palace was always full of mirth and music. In 2639 the King's third great-grandchild was born, a daughter of Belzagar, named Zîrkarbî. She had gold hair and was beautiful. In 2642 a beautiful musical fountain was built in the South Garden. In 2650, the King received his fourth grandchild: Bârzagar the son of Zimrâzîrân. The boy was strong and grey-eyed. In 2652 the palace was largely repainted.

[fashi0nmistake]

THE QUEENS OF LOST NÙMENOR 8/13

The fifteenth queen of Númenor, Ilcissë is little remembered. She died in a shocking and sudden accident when her daughter, the future Tar-Vanimeldë, was but sixteen years of age; though the recorded details are sparse, it was noted in nearly all chronicles and correspondence which survived the Downfall that the Princess Consort’s death was a terrible one and afterwards her husband did not speak of her at all. Nor did he remarry or even permit such discussions in his hearing.

Tar-Vanimeldë was the sixteenth ruler and the third ruling queen. She was a lively and whimsical child; full of joy and laughter, she darted from one interest to another, always finding some new curiosity to examine. The shocking death of her mother was the greatest grief of her life. Afterwards, she was always focused only on the moment before her, seeking to get as many of life’s pleasures as she could. Tar-Vanimeldë gave little thought to the practicalities of government, preferring music and dancing. She kept a loud and energetic court and could often be found at the Royal Theater. When it came to her marriage, the queen made a surprising choice. She chose Herucalmo, a descendant of Prince Eärcaladil; the relationship between Tar-Ancalimon and his brother had soured considerably over the course of their lifetimes and their children had inherited this grudge; with her marriage to Herucalmo, Tar-Vanimeldë healed this breach. Of course, Vanimeldë’s motivations for this act is often speculated upon. Was it political or was it love? Was she seeking to ease the discord between the branching Lines? Or was it because that even at a young age Herucalmo was noted and admired as a capable administrator? 

[avoyagetoarcturus]

Queen “Make-Art-Not-War” Tar-Vanimeldë for Numenor Week Ruling Queens Day

Because there aren’t enough viols in tolkien fanart

[arofili]

the line of elros ♚ royalty of númenor ♚ headcanon disclaimer

          Tar-Vanimeldë was the sixteenth ruler and third and final Ruling Queen of Númenor. She was her father Tar-Telemmaitë’s only heir at the time of his death, thus inheriting the scepter from him despite his reluctance to pass leadership onto his daughter. Vanimeldë was not raised as an heir, as her father hoped for a son, and thus she was inexperienced and uninterested in queenship. When her cousin Herucalmo, descendant of Aicanásso, declared his love for her, she was easily won over by his promises to care for her and her kingdom.           It soon became clear that Herucalmo cared less for Tar-Vanimeldë and more for her throne, but even so she was glad to have someone else take on her responsibility. Vanimeldë preferred to focus on music, theater, and dancing, sponsoring the arts and even enjoying a different kind of fame under the stage name Liltalissë.           Tar-Vanimeldë and Herucalmo had one child, Alcarin. As his son grew and showed, like his mother, little interest in governance, Herucalmo’s greed and ambition only increased. He plotted to gradually poison his wife, killing her slowly before her time, and upon her death he seized the throne and declared himself Tar-Anducal, seventeenth King of Númenor.           Alcarin cared more for food and wine than for his rightful kingship, and was content to let his usurping father rule in his stead until his wife Avaldë began to pressure him to avenge his mother. In truth Avaldë wasted no tears on Tar-Vanimeldë, but wanted the throne for herself. She was one of the King’s Women, the society first founded by Alcarin’s ancestress Tári-Fanyahelcë, and chose for herself the Adûnaic name Pharâzarî, the golden queen.           At her bidding, Alcarin dosed his father with the same poison he had fed to Tar-Vanimeldë, and Herucalmo met the same unfortunate end as his wife. Tári-Avaldë celebrated the occasion by promising her son Calmacil, a man as cunning and vicious as herself, that if necessary, she would help him dispose of his father in the same manner. In the end such lengths were not necessary, but Calmacil would meet a similarly ghastly end mirroring that of his grandfather “Tar”-Anducal...

[monstrousgourmandizingcats]

Incel Tar-Ancalimë vs. chad Tar-Vanimeldë

[monstrousgourmandizingcats]

also nobody can tell me tar-vanimeldë DIDN’T blast lady gaga’s 2013 hit single “applause” at her coronation