@imindhowwelayinjune and @heckofabecca both tagged me for the last-thing-you-wrote meme HECKNO I’m not going to follow the rules of the meme, are you kidding?
Unfortunately the last thing I wrote was a single paragraph of dead-end fic that isn’t going to be used for anything because it was a hairbrained and completely contextless idea that came to me at three in the morning as though my subconscious specifically wanted to torment Juliana and probably shouldn’t see the light of day, BUT–
you know what i’ll just put it here and set it free:
“Do you like it?” he asked; “from your histories I gather that the tree was never so much as clipped since it was planted. I wonder then if any of you knew that its heartwood was quite crimson beneath the white?” His hands framed the gift as though he were clasping the shoulders of a child. “…Far too beautiful and unique a material to simply burn.”
The throne’s back formed a gentle wave that swept from red to white at its crest, scrolling and fluted like a seashell, the bicolored woodgrain brought to a flaming chatoyant luster. If he had hewn it with a crude ax it could not have been more ugly to her. It felt as though he’d presented her with the corpse of an old friend, exquisitely dressed.
“I hope you will forgive my inexperience; I am no woodworker. Though it is my first attempt, I have striven to ensure there is no flaw in its joining. It should serve you as a throne for many centuries.”
“How generous”, the queen smiled thinly, the delicate wrinkles around her mouth deepening.
excerpt from the swedish history musuems text about a 17th century icelandic book of magic
“Om du till exempel vill framkalla kräkning hos en ovän, ristar du
trolltecken på ost eller fisk och ger till den du vill driva med “då
skall han icke hava nytta av det som han äter den dagen”.
Om inte detta är straff nog kan du sedan använda dig av fjärt-runor.
Skriv då trollstavar med ditt eget blod på ett vitt kalvskinn och säg:
”jag ristar dig åtta assrunor, nio naudrunor, tretton thursrunor vilka
må plåga din buk med svår väderspänning och … våldsamt fjärtande … måtte
aldrig ditt fjärtande upphöra varken dag eller natt…” “
English Translation (by me)
Say that you want to curse your enemy to vomit, then you are adviced to carve magical symbols on cheese or fish. Then you shall give these food items to the one you want to mock. the result, according to the book is “that they will be unable to gain nourishment nor pleasure from any meals for a day”.
but, if this is not enough punishment for your enemy you can step up your game, and use farting – runes. write magical runes with your own blod on the white pelt of a calf and say: “I am carving you with eight a – runes, nine n – runes, thirteen th – runes. may they torture your stomach with a severe feeling of bloating and aggersive farting. may your farting last forever, yes day and night you shall fart, forevermore!”
Source
a book of magical spells from either the 17th or 16th century, written in icelandic. bought
1682
in copenhagen by the swedish historian
J. G. Sparfvenfeldt, who aquired for the swedish crowns collection. unknown who wrote the book, and for what porpuse, but because of the different handwritting in the book, it is believed it was written by at least two authors.
the book is kept at historiska museet in stockholm, sweden.
Peak Fingon is rushing off to do something heroic without stopping to think about the consequences. Using the most scientific of methods, I’ve plotted graph to show Fingonness over time (n.b I’ve added a break for the several thousand years of doing boring shit in Valinor)
Honestly the only suprise is that the x axis is as long as it is
Actual Peak Fingon is the .005 seconds of synapsis firing “haha, welp” before running towards a Balrog
In Numenor, the Narn i Hin Hurin was adapted into a cycle of plays that were performed yearly and which had a Not-so-subtle symbolic (though not literal) conflation of Tol Morwen with Numenor.
There were also many offshoot operas, dances, artworks, etc, focusing on expanding one element or episode of the Narn and building up a very dense and elaborate system of idioms and visual references that became so ubiquitous that without context (say, if you were from a culture who wasn’t familiar with the Narn and therefore didn’t know the significance of a black weapon, a tool that talks, a hight above a rushing river, a chair from which one could have a far view, nakedness in the wild, a staring contest, a death by upright impalement, a prick of the foot, a shivering attack), a fair amount of numenorean literature, art, and discourse would have parts that were pretty baffling.
~ Comb with a Battle Scene.
Period: Early Iron Age
Culture: Scythian
Date: Late 5th-early 4th century B.C.
Place of origin: Dneiper Region, Zaporozhye Region
Archaeological site: Solokha Barrow, Entrance Burial
Medium: Gold
–Drabble, hot off the press, probably full of typos, written in great haste. Warnings for *:･ﾟ✧~mild gore~*:･ﾟ✧ Shoutout to @thearrogantemu for lighting a goddamn fire under me with their meta post jfc
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