– the deeper into Nan Elmoth you go, the more surreal it is.
– the trees are huge. The fungi are huge. The whole forest is out to get you.
– I know the Silmarillion implies that Eol lives alone in his creepy forest.. but i prefer to think that there’s an entire enclave of elves in Nan Elmoth, and Eol is their lord.
– the elves in Nan Elmoth are a mix of Nandor and Sindar, those who refused to remove to Menegroth when Melian raised the girdle.
– The forest is soaked in enchantments, starting with the lingering echos of Melian’s song of entrapment and confusion that she ensnared Elu Thingol in ere the rising of the sun and moon. Eol adds to these, as do his hunters, meaning that Nan Elmoth is almost impossible to enter without permission of its Lord.
– There are also ents living in Nan Elmoth, who are just as huge and twisted and covered in glowing fungi as the trees.
– Aredhel takes one look at Nan Elmoth and decides she needs to explore it, and promptly gets trapped in the enchantments.
– Even by the time Maeglin is grown, she still can’t make it across the forest without getting lost. That doesn’t stop her from trying.
“Of course I’m right – I always am. Molten metal getting stuck in that hedge you call ‘chest’ might force you to shear after all, and we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”
…WHy, wouldn’t you know it, I just remembered that I don’t need to take advice from a wire-armed pipsqueak who’s never lifted anything larger than a jeweler’s hammer!
Here brother, I found you an appropriately sized tool so we can work together.
Way back in September I wore Olwë to FanExpo in Toronto; if you know that convention center you know there’s nowhere really great to shoot unless your costumes are really specific – it was also painfully bright out. The wonderful @katharynmarie made me look gorgeous and ethereal anyway! Mad skills, bro ❤️ 📷
Elf king two down, one in progress, one to go. I will not rest until I’ve cosplayed my way through the whole Silmarillion ✨
Wig is @ardawigs ears from MadHouse FX
#silmarillioncosplay #silmarillion #lotr #lotrcosplay #teleri #olwe #elf #elvesofinstagram #cosplay #fairy #fantasy #crown
The palantír replied to each, but all those in Gondor were ever open to the view of Osgiliath. Now it appears that, as the rock of Orthanc has withstood the storms of time, so there the palantír of that tower has remained. But alone it could do nothing but see small images of things far off and days remote. Very useful, no doubt, that was to Saruman; yet it seems that he was not content. Further and further abroad he gazed, until he cast his gaze upon Barad-dûr. Then he was caught!
Firstly, I would like to know who thou art to be demanding answers of me. Which power does my lady serve and who might her nephew be? I would remember a half-maia under my knife if I’d had one.
“He wasn’t half-maia. His cousin, my daughter was. I believe she went by the name I gave her then, Mormiriel. Her cousin was Tyelpe, my nephew.”
“Which power? My dear, I’ll keep that to myself, but as one of the boy’s last living relatives I think I have a right to as such questions, Sauron.”
“Forgive me for questioning why a mourning relative should wish to know such things. Did I enjoy torturing my apprentice, my friend of nearly 200 years? No. But it was necessary, and tactically expedient.
Your nephew fell under the wheels of machinations greater than himself, like so many poor fools before him. That is all I have to say on the matter.”
“I learned the mourning is futile after awhile. It doesn’t bring them back. It certainly doesn’t bring my husband nor your lover back now does it?”
“Right. I suppose you would say he is a fool like Feanor and Curufin before him, no?”
“So you’ve come simply to provoke me. I see.
You do him a great disservice comparing him to his father, who produced nothing but political dissent and bloodshed. As for his grandfather, who took little responsibility for his actions and estranged those around him, I think there is little comparison. Tyelpë was kinder and more talented than either.
But as you wish only to buzz round me like a gadfly, I am not inclined to bandy opinions with you– get out, or I will swat you like the insect you are.”
Firstly, I would like to know who thou art to be demanding answers of me. Which power does my lady serve and who might her nephew be? I would remember a half-maia under my knife if I’d had one.
“He wasn’t half-maia. His cousin, my daughter was. I believe she went by the name I gave her then, Mormiriel. Her cousin was Tyelpe, my nephew.”
“Which power? My dear, I’ll keep that to myself, but as one of the boy’s last living relatives I think I have a right to as such questions, Sauron.”
“Forgive me for questioning why a mourning relative should wish to know such things. Did I enjoy torturing my apprentice, my friend of nearly 200 years? No. But it was necessary, and tactically expedient.
Your nephew fell under the wheels of machinations greater than himself, like so many poor fools before him. That is all I have to say on the matter.”
some quick falmari doodles: random teleri and finrod (3) and galadriel (4) dressed for visiting their family in alqualonde lol falmari things: callused hands, early mornings on the sea, frutti di mare EVERYTHING, beach parties, tropical house (sorry but) (yes), brawling at the docks, best collection of swearwords this side of the sea, probably invented surfing???, fish markets starts at the mingling of the lights