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[arwenindomiel]

@gondorweek Day 2 ✧ The Line of Stewards | insp x x Everyone in Middle-Earth is Brown [111/?]: Boromir

[iminye]

The sins of the father are visited upon the son.

-> Curufin and Celebrimbor

[emyn-arnens]

@arafinwean-week 2025 Day 2: Finrod

Suddenly Finrod there a-swaying sang in answer a song of staying, resisting, battling against power, of secrets kept, strength like a tower, and trust unbroken, freedom, escape; of changing and of shifting shape, of snares eluded, broken traps, the prison opening, the chain that snaps.

[someoneinthestars]

↳ Tolkien South Asian Week: More fair than mortal tongue can tell

Beneath the Moon, beneath the Sun, Lúthien Tinúviel, more fair than mortal tongue can tell

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I am late for Tolkien South Asian Week. Life is chaotic as of late, but I want to participate anyways. Here is my second contribution (because tumblr is not allowing me to post the first one, saying it needs a warn when it doesn't....please tumblr let me post it!).

@arwenindomiel

[aredhels]

@arafinwean-week day 1: Finarfin

Finarfin was the fairest, and the most wise of heart.

[oswinian]

middle-earth meme ✦ [1/7] locations ↳ Erebor

there far away was the lonely mountain on the edge of eyesight. on its highest peak snow yet unmelted was gleaming pale. so comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their ending.

[brighter-arda]

I am great headman Ghan-buri-ghan. I count many things; leaves on trees, stars in the sky, men in the dark. Wild Men are wild, free; but not children.

Part 12 of toi's indigenous tolkien series

images:

1. Telhueche man Rubén Patagonia. Text = I am great headman Ghan-buri-Ghan

2. Waterfall in Valdivian rainforest. Text = I count many things

3. A leaf over a different picture of the same forest. Text around the leaf = leaves on trees

4. the Milky Way over South American desert. In the middle are cartoon white stars and text around them = stars in sky

5. people around a fire, text = men in the dark.

6. Rubén Patagonia and text = Wild Men are wild, free; but not children.

[swanmaids]

heatherrr please write something with the prompt "i hope you die - i hope we both die" hehehehe 😁

The Great Golden Voice is ragged and sore-sounding - as well it might be, Maglor having just used his Song to cut his way through Sirion better than any blade - but it carries over the wind.

"Surrender, Dioriel. Sirion is lost, we have your children. Surrender, and be allowed to live".

The wind howls, buffeting them about the clifftop. Osse's wrath, perhaps, come too late to turn the tide. Elwing staggers backwards, sways, regains her footing, her back against the raging sea. Maglor forces a step towards her, the wind driving against him.

"Hear me, Elwing! Your sons we have taken- for the jewel only we will return them!"

Hear me, he calls, the herald of death and destruction, hear me. There is no way that she could not hear him. We have your children. My children! she thinks. Elrond, still so shy and fearful - he would be terrified. He would cry silently, too afraid to make a sound. If the enemy had not done something to silence him...Elros, braver, may try to comfort him- my children! They have my children!

When she first heard the shouting in the streets, she had pressed a sword into Inweth's hand's and told the nurse to take the twins and run. She imagines Inweth cut down, her insides turned out. Maglor's dented armour is splashed with red. His boots are clad in gore. My children!

In her mind's eye she can see two other little boys. Elured and Elurin were the same age. Where are they now?

The rain lashes down. The blood painting the streets of Sirion will be washed to sea before the sun comes up.

"Surrender, Dioriel!", the bloody minstrel cries once more, advancing.

If they have my children, why will he not bring them before me now?

There is a ripping, tearing sensation in her chest. A scream is building up inside her- if she lets it out, it will never end. It took nine months to bring life to those two perfect little boys- how many seconds did it take for the monsters from her nightmares to snuff it out?

Elwing has been a daughter without a mother. Now she is a mother without children. Now once more she is alone.

All is lost.

All but the jewel, and her.

A ragged sob bursts from her throat. Elwing gasps a breath, then with the last of her strength she spits onto the ground at Maglor's feet.

"May death take us both!", she cries.

She steps backwards into the bitter sea.