January 2018 – Page 10 – MisbehavingMaiar: Tumblr Archive

WHOM

is excited for Milker Cookies

PROPERTY FROM THE ESTATE OF DONNA SIMONETTA COLONNA, DUCHESSA DI CESARÒ A Fabergé study of cornflower and oats, St Petersburg, circa 1910, the cornflower spray with three capitula, their florets enamelled in translucent royal blue over finely textured silver, each stigma with a collet-set circular-cut diamond encircled by stamens terminating in rose-cut diamonds, silver-gilt stem, the oat spray with pendant husks, resting at an angle in a carved rock crystal cylindrical pot.

(via auctions)

source: sothebys.com

Source: fabionardini

gemma-antiqua:

Medieval French silver signet ring, dated to the 15th century. The source states that the N and the T engraved in the octagonal bezel perhaps represent the original owner’s initials. The two letters are separated by a snake. Source: Sixbid (via Timeline Auctions).

Source: gemma-antiqua

bijoux-et-mineraux:

Pyrolusite –
Haití Mine, Region of Murcia, Spain

Source: fabreminerals.com

loladrawsthings:

All my left-handed Valar ladies!!

Nienna, Nessa, Vána, Estë, Vairë, Varda, Yavanna

Source: loladrawsthings

loladrawsthings:

Manwē and Melkor, left-handed drawings

allaboutrings:

Watermelon Tourmaline Ring

https://www.etsy.com/listing/523459035/watermelon-tourmaline-ring-tourmaline?ref=shop_home_active_70

Source: etsy.com

dark / with chaos, I’ll escape, at last, alone and dry, / not winded though, a mouth with teeth, a page, a scream

Alice Notley, from Certain Magical Acts; “Voices”
(via luthienne)

Source: luthienne

flurgburgler:

Eönwë, herald of Manwë. Inspired by the armour of the Polish Hussars, with their fabulous wings.

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HELL YESSS I LOVE THOSE THINGS

Source: flurgburgler

Hi, I need to know Maglor’s opinions on fingering techniques please?

thelioninmybed:

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“There are actually two fingering techniques,” said Maglor, swaying gently to the music twisting in his fea. “But I’m happy to elucidate on the properties of both.”

Maedhros watched him with narrowed eyes from the other side of his desk. “Go on.”

“First there is plucking, in which one holds the strings under tension and the sound is made upon release, winging it’s way to the listener’s ear like an arrow striking home in a target. It is consistent, systematic! Excellent for fixed arrangements and sight reading. The sound is rounded, rich as wine and fruitcake.” Maglor’s hands caressed the air as he spoke, fingers pressing and weaving, drawing a music only he could hear from nothingness.

“And then there is striking. Like the lightning, bright and keen, one’s nails tap out the tune. This is the provenance of wandering minstrels, those whose skill is in improvisation-”

“What,” his brother interrupted, in tones of pure aggrievement, “Are you talking about?”

Maglor sniffed and gathered up his robes and wounded dignity. “You asked.”

“So why are you rambling about music?”