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Flowers still bloom where Lúthien once walked. Snowdrops and bluebells and lily-of-the-valley. Tol Sirion is touched by greenery. The woods hide patches of eternal spring.
Flowers still bloom where Lúthien walked long after Beleriand is sunk under the waves. Snowdrops, bluebells, and lily-of-the-valley sway in the current. The half-burnt ghost of Doriath is haunted by bird song and crocuses. The fish don’t seem to mind.
Arwen and Aragorn🌟 INPRNT
child maglor headcanon: most of the time he would hate being consoled because he needed to feel🤌 the weltschmerz. Nerdanel would try to dab off his tears and he wouldn't let her because excuse me ammë, i'm crying for a reason?!?!
feanor, fondling a 10 yo maglor whom he found sobbing on the beach: awww, what's wrong little one, are you making sure the sea stays salty enough?
maglor, with wounded dignity: cand't you see i'b busy
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Autocorrect seems a little murdery today...
I apparently misspelled “activity” and ended up texting my mom that an escape room “sounds like a fun family crucify that I’d love to be a part of”
FARAMIR & EOWYN IN THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RETURN OF THE KING (2003) dir. Peter Jackson
Look I think about them all the time okay. I think about Eowyn, so sure there isn’t any light left in the word, who has lost her father figure, who is suffering the effects of being near the king of Angmar for too long, who has pretty well shut herself away from anyone and everyone. And then there is Faramir, who is feeling these things too, but bless this fool is so deeply in love that when he sees her he knows there is hope and warmth, and he is so absolutely sure he has 0 chances with this woman. And yet, he offers comfort. He doesn’t expect anything but he hopes and he reaches out, and it’s a little silly to call it the dampness of the first spring rain but it makes her smile and that’s how he knows that the darkness won’t last.
And I think so much about how so often it’s the woman doing this for the man, but not here. No, that’s not who these characters are, and it’s honest and it’s sweet and just THEM
The Passing of Arwen Undomiel
When Aragorn dies, Arwen retires to Lorien. Their son is grown and she will visit, but Minas Tirith no longer holds the same alure that it once did. The woods are much as she remembers them - soaring in their height, all Golden and beautiful. But she is keenly aware of the absence of the Ring of power that for so long kept the woods unchanging. Even more strongly does she feel the absence of her kin. What was once a courtyard that always held one elf or another now sits empty.
She has her pick of chambers, from the most grand to the humble. But she chooses her old bed to sleep in out of a since of familiarity. This room she knows, and while some of the memories it brings back are sad, most are peaceful.
It is three days into her stay that she realizes she is not alone. Although her hair has begun to grey at the temples, and the wrinkles around her eyes stand as testimony to her mortality, her hearing and sight is as sharp as the day she was born.
That morning, Arwen is walking the paths, visiting memories as they come to her, smiling at the fond ones, acknowledging the sad. Ahead of her, a shadow catches her eye, and it takes a moment to realise that it is in fact a person. The figure, seeming to realise they have been spotted, darts around a tree, their long dark hair trailing after them. Surprised, the ageing queen gives chase. But no matter how fast she moves, the person stays one step ahead of her.
Weeks pass, and Arwen does not encounter her shadow figure again. Untill one day she rounds the corner leading to the edge of the stream and there they are. Dark against the golden woods, the elf holds themselves with an air of regality. When they turn around, their face is not one Arwen recognises from her life. But the star on his chest, black against the sliver of his robes, is one that any elf would know.
“Like Luthien returned.” The elf before her hums as he looks at Arwen, before smiling.
“But you have your mothers eyes.”
Her eyebrows scrunch, trying to fit a name to the elf.
“Won’t you join me my Lady?”
Throughout her long life many of her kin had warned her of the horrible acts done by those who wore the star of Fëanor on their breast. Those same elves would surly warn her against sitting at the edge of a river with one. But well does she remember the stories told to her by her father: Of warriors bound to their word, loving and feirce, who taught two boys to fight and sing, taught them the arts of healing and of state craft. Who loved them, and were loved in return, dispite the horrors they had done.
So she sits and waits. She has lived this long, what difference will a hand full of minutes make?
It is an hour before the elf beside her talks.
“Do you know who I am?”
“No.”
“But you have your suspicions?”
Arwen inclines her head.
“The star of Fëanor is not lightly worn by any of the first born.” The elf laughs, it is a musical thing that makes the water ripple and the leaves on the ground dance.
“Yet you still sit with me.”
“My grandfather wore the star,”
“Your grandfather is Sinderian.”
“Not on the side of my father.”
The silver clad elf falls silent again, lost in thought, and while Arwen does not learn the name of her companion, she thinks she could make an educated guess.
After that day, they meet in different places around Lorien. One day he joins her for a meal, and from then on it becomes a ritual.
Some months later the two have finished supper, and Arwen begins to hum a song. The notes slip past her lips without any form of words, just the melody that her father would sing to her. Beside her, her companion picks up the tune:
“No i elena, i thár na- tond.
Bo i orod plual ered ennas na- híth.
Bo i gaer na- a gir,
a ha tul- mui emel na nin.
Hen fin na- dúr, hen mind na- galad.
He na- dínen in i dú.
Im darth- an manui ennin,
na govannon- mui emel no gilgalad.”
The world around them is still, as if it is holding it’s breath to better hear the song. His voice is beautiful, and now Arwen knows that the stories about it do not do it justice.
“Father always said you could make the world pause with only your voice,”
The Elf beside her pauses, considering his next words.
“Your father loved that song,” He looks over at her. “They both did.”
Arwen scoots closer to the elf.
“Would you sing another one Grandfather?”
Maglor smiles down at her, brown eyes shining with what look to be tears.
“Of course little star,”
Years pass and the splendor of Lorien fades, Arwens hair changes from ebony to white. It is during a cold winter that she passes into the hands of Mandos.
That night a lament is sung to the dying forest by a dark haired elf. The last of his kind who weeps for his family, and the world stops to listen.
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Under the stars, the grass is tall.
On the mountain there is fog.
On the sea is a ship,
and it bring my heart to me.
Her hair is dark, her mind is light.
She is silent in the night.
I will wait for many years,
to meet my heart under starlight.
Then Sauron shifted shape, from wolf to serpent, and from monster to his own accustomed form; but he could not elude the grip of Huan without forsaking his body utterly.
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, "Of Beren and Lúthien"
I saw someone criticising Tolkien and saying that the entire race of elves had the exact same personality, and I was imagining swapping out Legolas’ character for Feanor.
RIP to the Fellowship they wouldn’t survive the Council of Elrond.
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Oropher, king of the Woodland Realm. 🌿
Tried experimenting with new art style, brushes and stuff.
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Chip the glasses and crack the plates! Blunt the knives and bend the forks! That’s what Bilbo Baggins hates — Smash the bottles and burn the corks! Cut the cloth and tread on the fat! Pour all the milk on the pantry floor! Leave the bones on the bedroom mat! Splash the wine on every door! Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl; Pound them up with a thumping pole; And when you’ve finished, if any are whole, Send them down the hall to roll! That’s what Bilbo Baggins hates! So, carefully! carefully with the plates! That’s what Bilbo Baggins hates! So, carefully! carefully with the plates!
I LOVE the tags on this post, they make me so happy:
I transcribed JRRT’s singing into sheet music for funsies. You’re going to need to click on it to make it readable, I suspect, because Tumblr. There’s possibly a few errors bc Tolkien’s pitch accuracy isn’t perfect, and I’m not an expert at this (plus I was doing it by ear).
I suspect that the song’s not necessarily meant to be in B major, but that Tolkien just happened to start on a B because that was fairly comfortable for him. I’d personally lean towards setting the tune in D major or G major, since 99% of English folk music is in one or other of those keys.
I also transposed this into D and G as well for curiosity’s sake, although I didn’t include them here. D seems to me to sit most comfortably for most voice parts, but second basses and second altos may find G works better if they have a choice. [/music nerdery]
In a hole in the ground there lived a Hobbit. But now that Hobbit, Bilbo Baggins, is looking for small home to retire in, in the southern district of Rivendell. Will he be able to find a small cottage with some elvish charm within his budget? Find out on Middle Earth House Hunters.
lotr except all the riders of rohan ride bicycles and this is never acknowledged in any way. shadowfax is a motorcycle. legolas and gimli ride a tandem bicycle. wormtongue has to ride away from edoras on a unicycle like the clown he is.
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Finally finished this! Took me double the time I usually need and I hit the layer limit in Procreate twice 😩 But I did it! I hope you guys like this as much as I did drawing it ^^ can’t wait to switch around in their opposite version…
