Commission for @sathinfection: The Priestess and Her Queen– R.Wesley Nipper
“ ’…History is unkind to women.‘ Rising to her feet, Míriel stood well over a head taller than Khunzildân.
‘Our hostess has a hedge maze—I will show you, if you would like. No one will follow us,’ Míriel said, and held out her hand. “
Tar-Míriel and the the high priestess of Melkor, Khunzildân for Sath’s fic, Not By The Hand of Man. :’) Thank you for being so patient while I worked on this!
The north wind doth blow, and soon we shall have… Tolkien Secret Santa 2018!
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Thanks to everyone who has liked, reblogged, and commented so far! It’s been brought to our attention that the links above aren’t working on reblogs because they went to our original URL, so here are the working ones!
‘I would see the White Tree in flower again in the courts of the kings, and the Silver Crown return, and Minas Tirith in peace: Minas Anor again as of old, full of light, high and fair, beautiful as a queen among other queens: not a mistress of many slaves, nay, not even a kind mistress of willing slaves. War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend: the city of the Men of Númenor; and I would have her loved for her memory, her ancientry, her beauty, and her present wisdom. Not feared, save as men may fear the dignity of a man, old and wise.’
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