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[teamgondolin]

Bingo Cards

Just a reminder that Bingo cards are due tomorrow (Friday).  So if you haven't told me already now is the time to either message me or reblog my earlier post telling me the amount of Gondolin Bingo cards that you have completed. Thanks!

[petitedilly]

La chute d'Ecthelion (drabble x2)

Pour la case "Fall of Gondolin".

La fin. L'eau de la fontaine a été expulsée par la chute de Gothmog.  Ecthelion n'est pas mort, pourtant. Pas encore. Il gît au fond du puits, couché sur l'une des plateformes de pierre du couloir d’égout éventré, près d'un morceau d'aile membraneuse. Le feu du balrog et l'eau bouillante ont brûlé son flanc gauche, ses jambes et son flanc droit sont ouverts et saignent. La nuit est tombée. Ses lèvres bougent, mais il n'appelle pas à l'aide - car seuls les orcs l'entendraient à présent, dans la ville dévastée. Il est en train de mourir, heureusement.  Il répète un mot, et ce mot est délivrance.

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Délivrez-moi. Ecthelion est en train de mourir, et le sang monte à sa bouche. Soudain, son regard se ternit. Ses yeux ne brillent plus comme ceux des elfes, d'un ardent feu intérieur, mais comme ceux des humains. Ils reflètent la Voix Lactée qui brille au-dessus de lui, à travers l'ouverture de la fontaine. Que voit-il ? Voit-il ce qui se trouve derrière les étoiles de Varda, au-delà des cercles du monde ? Nul ne le saura jamais. Ses yeux qui ne se fermaient pas même lorsqu'il dormait... Ses yeux se closent doucement.

[teamgondolin]

Gondolin Bingo Cards

The readalong is over so now comes the time to turn in all the Bing cards that you completed.  Just follow tolkienreadalong's instructions on how to turn in the Bing cards, but if you competed any Gondolin Bingo Cards I need you to either reblog this post or send me a message telling me how many Gondolin Bingo cards you completed.  Each Gondolin Bingo card that is completed brings our team a point, so please let me know.  :)

Thanks!!

[carnetdesipho]

The Fall(s) of Gondolin

My last art for the readalong bingo *single tear*

I've given up doing Nevrast, since the deadline is friday^^ I'll do a roundup post soon.

As always apologies for the photo quality :/

[a-tehta]

Gondolin Bingo: Tuor

Continuing my attempt to finish filling a Gondolin bingo card with various snippets... Here is a description of Tuor written without any adjectives, like, a decade ago, when I was learning to write! (Although I do not seem to have learnt much since.)

Behind a cut because the POV character is not kind, and the description is rather unpleasant.

How can they fail to see that the mortal is a beast? Yes, I know he can speak, but so can parrots, and one does not invite a parrot to dinner. Besides, he mangles our language. He chews on the consonants and mashes the vowels, so half of the words he grunts out confuse even the scholars. He tries to compensate for this with gestures: his hands snap up and down, his fingers--which do not taper like ours do, but end in nails like shovels--crush and puncture the air. I watch him speak with her, and I shudder. It is like watching an ox dance around a glassblowers' workshop. Yes, an ox. Look at those shoulders. See how his tunic stretches across them, how the sleeve-tops bulge whenever he lifts an arm? His body calls out for a plow-yoke; wrapping him in silk and satin is folly, a waste of our weavers' arts. Velvet, with its nap, mocks him, for it contrasts with the hair that covers his skin, beast that he is. Clothes cannot conceal this pelt: it peeks out at his throat and through the slits in his sleeves. I have heard that it grows even on his face, that he scrapes it off in the morning, as tanners scrape the bristles off pig skin, in an attempt to look like one of us. He will never succeed, not while those lines mar the corners of his eyes and mouth. Such creases develop in parchment, with use, before it falls apart. They are marks of his doom, I suppose; harbingers of the death that will prove that I have the right of it--that he is a beast in truth.

[petitedilly]

Drabble : Nevrast (Turgon, PG)

La nuit précédente, la neige s'était mêlée au sel, recouvrant le sable d'une fine croûte poussiéreuse qui craquait sous ses bottes. L'air du nord ouest, descendant en rafales douces, était humide et froid, comme chargé de neige invisible.

Ici, le monde semblait voilé. L'horizon du Belegaer avait disparu, absorbé par la brume violette.

L'elfe respira profondément. Il ne savait pas encore si il pouvait aimer cette odeur d'algues rancies, ces roches lisses semblant couvertes de longs cheveux verts, et les cris des oiseaux blancs, qui appelaient au départ, alors que lui ne désirait voyager nulle part – alors que lui ne désirait plus rien.

[petitedilly]

Gondolin : some fanfic recs

Breeze by EbonyKitty

In which Turgon builds the Tower of the King for reasons that go beyond creating impressively tall and kingly architecture as compensation.

Uncle by Beleriandings

Maeglin briefly meets Fingon before the Nirnaeth Arnoediad.

Gondoling by Tehta

If I told you that the romantic word "gondola" has its origins in the equally romantic (and tragic) Elven city of Gondolin, would you believe me?

No ? Perhaps this series of vignettes will convince you.

The Scent of a City by Merihobu

The Silmarillion states that in Nan Dungortheb, “the thin waters that spilled from Ered Gorgoroth were defiled, and perilous to drink”. This pollution is attributed to Ungoliant and her offspring, who “[filled] the ravines with [their] deadly gloom”, but: what if it had come from… elsewhere ?

Flawed and fair by Tehta

When Aredhel leaves Gondolin, Ecthelion is part of her escort. During the journey, he will have to deal with Finwe's grandchild, spitting Sindar, orcs, unlight, giant spiders -- and his unnatural feelings for Glorfindel.

Strange fortunes by Tehta

The city of Gondolin is at peace, and yet several of its citizens harbour resentments, ambitions, and unnatural desires : Maeglin longs to assume his rightful position as Turgon's heir and Idril's spouse ; Salgant hopes to avenge himself for past humiliations ; and Ecthelion and Glorfindel indulge in deception even as they devote their lives to duty.

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This is for the "Gondolin" case of my bingocard...

[petitedilly]

Drabble : building Gondolin (Silmarillion, Turgon/Elenwë, PG)

Le rapprocher de celle qu’il avait perdue, qui aurait cru que c'était là la première raison d'être de Gondolin ?

Leur grand projet de cité idéale en Endor, il l'avait abandonné une première fois en Nevrast, pour s'adapter aux contraintes du littoral et à la culture de la population locale. Puis Ulmo lui avait suggéré l'idée d'un royaume secret - mais il s'était contenté de construire une réplique de Tirion : la ville où il était tombé amoureux.

Et les Gondolindrim ne se doutaient pas qu'ils habitaient et vivaient dans son coeur. Il avait voulu créer un endroit paisible à l'abri des horreurs du monde... Où d'autres pourraient connaître le bonheur qui avait été le sien.