//New Maedhros/Fingon song thanks to the wonderful @maire-annatari advice!
text and translation can be found here Translation:
Tall waves coming over the sea, which the wind makes sway hither and thither do you have any news of my lover, who crossed the sea? I can’t see him coming back! Ah, god, this love! Sometimes it gives me joy and sometimes pain!
O sweet breeze, who come from down there where my lover sleeps and dwells and lies, bring me here a goblet of his sweet breath! I open my mouth out of the craving I have. Ah, god, this love! Sometimes it gives me joy and sometimes pain!
It hurts to love a warrior from a foreign land, for his embraces and laughter turn to weeping. Never did I think my friend would betray me, since I gave him all the love he requested. Ah, god, this love! Sometimes it gives me joy and sometimes pain!
Ancient gold, garnet, and amber necklace, dated to the late 2nd century BCE. The necklace was found in the Artiukhovsky Barrow, Tomb no. 1, located in the Taman Peninsula in southern Russia. The necklace is currently located in the Hermitage Museum.
had a long and tedious week, so here’s some maedhros I sketched to cheer me up. fave conflicted-murder-elf-looking-slightly-to-the-left. I’m always torn about his hair: I like all the headcanons abt him wearing it short post-thangorodrim I also like to picture him with the most impractically long fuck-you hairdo ever! but why choose whe he’s been around long enough to try everything. also, kintsugi-like customs but for covering scars w gold-leaf or something?? uhm. anyway, click-through for larger + descr.
“…I’ve also created a variety of music boxes and automata in my time… Take your pick!
It’s a weakness of mine; reproducing natural mechanics with engineered devices. I have quite a collection by now, all gathering dust in my workshop. The war effort has made it impractical to spend much time on frivolous devices, no matter how fascinating they are to build, or soothing to watch.”
It is to become molten yourself; churning under immense and building pressure, no longer separate beings but a boiling, smelted sea; bursting with heat and unbearable sweetness until the dam of earth can hold you no longer, and your love bursts gushing over the hills, the steam of your breath mounting to heaven.
Efrén López i Abracadabra – “Plaerdemavida” – Teatre del Raval
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