Surrealist Angel – Salvador Dali 1969
Month: March 2016
♕ -waggles eyebrows at-
♕ for a kiss of swearing fealty.
Fëanáro once wore two rings on his right hand.
One bore the heraldry of his House, its coloured gemstones shaped to imitate the flames, the points of the radiant diamond in the centre and its rainbow of refracted light. That ring had melted on his finger as he fought in the darkness before Thangorodrim.
The other he wore on his index finger, the brilliant seal of his marriage vows. That one he had placed in a chest, but the shadow of its shape lingered on his skin like a mark.
So his hand was naked now, and the wraith was kissing his bare fingers. Fëanáro looked upon the pirate with eyes as narrow as the path to gain his good graces and as bright as the grin that Ji-Indur at times flashed. When the other straightened his back, Fëanáro closed his hand in a fist and stared at it, as if he could see the phantom of his rings and feel that of the wraith’s kiss.
« You know not what you do », he declared. « And if you do, what bond is strong enough to guarantee me that you are sincere, that you offer your fealty freely, without the need to wrap you in chains? Do you so readily surrender your freedom? » Raising his chin, his glare was soothed by a shadow, pensive and surprised. « In something I might have indeed misjudged you. »
So Sauron, how did you feel when Luthien made you her bitch?
As I know this question was meant to insult me, and you must have little interest in hearing a detailed explanation of why I failed to keep the fortress at Tol-en-Gaurhoth, I will say only this:
I remember very clearly what I felt. I remember what my rage and horror turned me into when I fled the field.
With such contemptuous language, I suspect you think I will give way again to shame, and ignore your spiteful tongue. You are wrong.
I will answer your question by showing you, first hand, what it feels like to try and breathe without a throat.

what would sauron do if all his hair fell out?

He’d rock it.
I think he might get a tattooed beard tho, because Aulendur.

Þ
an elven gang sign.
-shrieks- MAGIC SWAN!

WHERE
but-the-library-of-alexandria:
the thing about writing fantasy stories is that language is so based on history that it can be hard to decide how far suspension of disbelief can carry you word-choice wise – what do you call a french braid in a world with no france? can a queen ann neckline be described if there was no queen ann? where do you draw the line? can you use the word platonic if plato never existed? can you name a character chris in a land without christianity? can you even say ‘bungalow’ in a world where there was no indian language for the word to originate from? is there a single word in any language that doesn’t have a story behind it? to be accurate a fantasy story would be written in a fantasy language but who has the time for that
Tolkien had the time apparently
LIsten. Linguistics Georg, who invented over 10,000 conlangs each day, is an outlier and should not have been counted.
but-the-library-of-alexandria:
the thing about writing fantasy stories is that language is so based on history that it can be hard to decide how far suspension of disbelief can carry you word-choice wise – what do you call a french braid in a world with no france? can a queen ann neckline be described if there was no queen ann? where do you draw the line? can you use the word platonic if plato never existed? can you name a character chris in a land without christianity? can you even say ‘bungalow’ in a world where there was no indian language for the word to originate from? is there a single word in any language that doesn’t have a story behind it? to be accurate a fantasy story would be written in a fantasy language but who has the time for that
Mwa, ha, ha, ha! The day of the conlanger has arrived!
Okay we know that both Dark Lords here have scars of their own so how do they feel about their scars? Or how do they feel about scars in general?
For Melkor, each new scar is a humiliation. They are constant reminders not only of each time he’s been defeated or punished, but also the fact that he’s lost too much of his power to fully heal. They remind him that he’s trapped in a flesh prison that will only diminish as time goes on.
He does not allow people to touch his scars, and he prefers no one see them, at least for the first half of his reign. At some point he loses his sense of shame because he’s resigned himself to being a monster; he’s hell-bent on taking Beleriand and squashing all resistance, he’s grown frail and ugly and obsessed and paranoid and he starts to take a perverse pleasure in the horror his scarred visage causes.
For Sauron, his scars are an inconvenience. They are something that requires maintenance, or concealment. They are identifying marks that interfere with his ability to disguise himself. They are a low-key drain on his energy.
The loss of his ring-finger, however, is a source of deep bitterness. It’s a wound he worries, an absence that gnaws him, a visual insult that reminds him every hour what he has lost and what he must get back. It reminds him who he must annihilate in revenge for taking it from him.
ooc: would elves have science fiction?
That! Is an excellent question! 😀
Science fiction is usually (and I say this with full knowledge that defining an entire genre off the cuff is a dangerous, foolhardy venture even for those who know what they’re talking about) an exploration of the unknown, an extrapolation of current ideas across new boundaries, a proposed explanation for things not well understood, a construction of the recognizable world but with different boundaries, or a different world but with recognized boundaries, or an escape into pure whimsy and invention.
Given this, I note that the elves have: A) science, B) unknown quantities in their universe, C) plenty of unpleasant realities they might wish to escape from, and D) a strong literary and oral tradition.
That seems like a setting ripe for the development of science fiction to me! But I also note that -all- elves do not view the world the same way.
Many of the elves living in Aman, for example, probably exist in a culture that discourages probing into aspects of the universe that can’t be explained by the Valar. They live at the literal feet of the gods who created the world, and inventing new ways of looking at it, or possible explanations for phenomena that do not have a clear origin, might smack of ‘Melkorism’.
On the other hand, the Valar themselves don’t know everything about the world they made, and are said to be frequently delighted by the discoveries of the Eruhini.
On the other other hand, sometimes looking a gift horse in the mouth on Arda will get you a face full of Doom or Cataclysm. :
Back on the continent, however, we have several groups of elves who aren’t looking up every day at the inept primordial custodians of earth, so they have a little more freedom and inclination to make things up.
The Noldor are of course particularly inclined towards science, and they have a rebellious streak to boot, so they’re obviously strong candidates, but the Sindar and the Teleri also have grounds for mythmaking and explaining the unknown. They have all the right elements in place, I think it’s mostly a question of whether or not they’d be so inclined to write intentionally fictitious stories about how stuff might work/how stuff might happen/what stuff could do, etc.
I want to say that the elves seem less inclined to do this than human people. Humans have a more limited perspective on the world than the elves– they live shorter lives and see fewer things; their origin is unknown and their trajectory as a species is unknown, whereas elves pretty much known everything about where they came from and where they’re going. Does that make elves less imaginative? They write a lot and sing a lot, but the subject matter seems to mostly be retellings of the past. They like to write poems about themselves, and about their history, but what about their future? I don’t remember seeing any narratives from the elves that I’d describe as fiction (if someone has an example of elven myths or fiction, please do add them! 😀 ).
Anyway, that’s painting the issue with a very broad brush– my thought is that probably the elves are less inclined to have a tradition of science fiction as a literary genre, but I absolutely think that they make up stories about things like any other speaking people.
I mean… the basics of science fiction are as easy as a Baby Noldo fitting together bits of scrap metal and going “WHOOSH ITSA FWYING MACHINE daddy tell me a story about my fwying machine” and Daddy Noldo having to sit down and explain “Well Child this is obviously a flying machine just like Mergendil the Precocious made when he went to visit Tilion in the sky, but missed and ended up exploring the Outer Dark where the Void Spiders live…”
I mean. It happened.
Headcanon: not the first moment in the Void, but the moment the fact you’d never leave by your own power became real. (Either Melkor or Sauron)
I’ve written about this before on a few occasions and it gets bleaker every time I think about it. XD
(Old writing is old, I apologize. But the ideas themselves haven’t changed much)
Random writing challenge! It’s a widely known thing how music is often an inspirational tool for writing, so if that concept applies to you, I offer a prompt.
Tagging: @maedhroswhy, @first-son-of-finwe, @glorfindelsbitch, @elrondd, @celeborn-of-doriath, @celebbun, @melkorwashere, @celegorm-turcafinwe, @glorfy-the-bright-haired-ellon, @chief-laurefindil, @feanore, @mairon-ate-my-fish, @strong-voiced, @hasty-riser, @nyarnamaitar (your fav), @feanope, @misbehavingmaiar, @littlestfinwe, @masteroftheseas, @lord-of-angband, @harnatano, @turcafinwe-tyelkormo, @banner-bearer and anyone else who has a muse or a favorite character who’s interested in this who I haven’t listed.
Feel free to bypass this if you want to, but I’m curious as what you’ll come up with. And I thought it might be fun. So, here’s what you do:
1. Listen to this song (some will probably recognize it)
2. Close your eyes and apply it to your muse while it’s playing
3. Open your eyes when it’s finished
4. Write the scene or a summary of the scene that you find yourself imaginingYeah, it’s no original idea, but I see too few of these prompts. 🙂
EDIT: And if you decide to do this, please post it in reply to this! I would love to read them.
I listened for my muse in this piece but I could find neither of them– except perhaps in the very beginning, where briefly I could hear the low harmonies of Aulë. But Sauron and Melkor are nowhere in this melody for me. This is a song of peaceful melancholy, light filtering through a forest’s canopy, new growth claiming past relics. This is an elf song, if ever there was one. This is water dripping from the fingers of Galadriel.
Both my muses have felt their share of melancholy, but peace is not in their vocabulary, whether they want to admit it or not; they are driven to strife by internal energies too volatile for a world made contrary to their elements. If they have moments of calm, those moments do not sound so ethereal. Their absence from this melody invokes the hopeful dreams of all those who have spent long lives trying to outrun my muses. It seems both timeless and fragile.
I may or may not be hula-hooping naked but most certainly not with the One Ring.
How can you be sure? Have you thrown it in the fire?
