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The world was young, the mountains green,
No stain yet on the Moon was seen,
No words were laid on stream or stone
When Durin woke and walked alone.
He named the nameless hills and dells
He drank from yet untasted wells.
The world is ancient and its brightness faded.
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Equestrian armor of Holy Roman Emperor Maximillian I, produced in Augsburg, Germany, by Kolman Helmschmid, early 16th century.
from The National Gallery of Art
“Morgoth and the Silmarils”
Inspired by JRR Tolkien’s The Silmarillion.
Justin Gerard
Platinum Hexagonal Amethyst and Diamond Ring
https://www.langantiques.com/archive/hexagonal-amethyst-platinum-diamond-ring.html#
But in the end it’s only a passing thing, this shadow; even darkness must pass.

“For they came to the seat of Morgoth in his nethermost hall that was upheld by horror, lit by fire, and filled with weapons of death and torment. There Beren slunk in wolf’s form beneath his throne; but Luthien was stripped of her disguise by the will of Morgoth, and he bent his gaze upon her. She was not daunted by his eyes; and she named her own name, and offered her service to sing before him, after the manner of a minstrel. Then Morgoth looking upon her beauty conceived in his thought an evil lust, and a design more dark than any that had yet come into his heart since he fled from Valinor. Thus he was beguiled by his own malice, for he watched her, leaving her free for awhile, and taking secret pleasure in his thought. Then suddenly she eluded his sight, and out of the shadows began a song of such surpassing loveliness, and of such blinding power, that he listened perforce; and a blindness came upon him, as his eyes roamed to and fro, seeking her.”
–The Silmarillion, of Beren and Luthien

~a kitchen in hobbiton~
gandalf is there of course, and he’s letting his tea get cold.
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Vaire the weaver and Namo, keeper of the dead
Doomsman´s brideOTP >/////<
Alan Lee – Illustrations from “The Mabinogion” – Medieval Welsh Tales:
«Peredur, son of Efrawg»