thearrogantemu:

thought:

1: I imagine a substantial number of Green-Elves would have refused the summons of Mandos. The woods are their home, they’re not going to leave! If they’d wanted to go to Aman, they’d have gone while living! Also given the sorts of things that haunt Beleriand, they have plenty of good reason not to trust voices in the darkness. Which means:

2: There must have been many houseless spirits haunting the woods and the wild places of Beleriand when it was broken and sunk, which means:

3: They are now in the ocean? which means:

4 and most important: I really want a story of a Numenorean mariner on a night of storm encountering one of the spirits of the Laiquendi of Beleriand, twice-grieved and twice-enraged, having lost their life and their land and now haunting empty waters.

libutron:

Black Orchid – Fredclarkeara Black Lace ‘Baker’s Dark Angel’ 

In nature, black flowers are rare. The reality is that there is almost no plant in the world that is truly black in color. Most are shades of deep blue or reds or purples. This is also true about orchid flowers. Growers and hybridizers have tried many different orchid plants and hybrid orchid varieties to try to get to a truly black flower.

Among the most notable hybrids (since 2010) with truly black flowers (currently commercially available from Sunset Valley Orchids) you can find Fredclarkeara (Asparagales – Orchidaceae), an intergeneric hybrid between the orchid genera Catasetum, Clowesia and Mormodes. (Ctsm. x Cl. x Morm.).

The Fredclarkeara breeding produces flowers that are fragrant, have lots of color and are long lasting. As you can see on this one in the photo, the Fredclarkeara Black Lace ‘Baker’s Dark Angel’ is indeed black.

References: [1] – [2]

Photo credit: ©Brent Baker | Locality: cultivated (2013)

Source: libutron

janitorofangband:

An anon asked for my take on Sauron in his big suit of armor and I can’t deny I’ve been waiting literally forever to finally tackle that design, and now…Yeah there he is.

Also to the anon who asked, I know you asked for my take on the Nazgul as well, and don’t worry they’re coming. -finger guns-

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES

Source: janitorofangband

fidelishaereticus:

alia-andreth:

Eru, thinking the Valar into existence: and one of them will be a nature goddess, and one will be god of the oceans…

Eru’s intrusive thoughts: and one will be the almighty lord of chaos and darkness because that would be METAL!!!!!

Eru: No! Stop it! I didn’t actually mean…to think that! Aaargh!

Melkor: Hey dad!

(special thanks to @atlxntian whose reply to an earlier post gave me the idea)

eru: TAKE IT BACK TAKE IT BACK TAKE IT—

melkor: ^_____^

eru: …..o no he’s cute 8(

Dearest brother. I do sincerely hope life is treating you well – That your furnace runs hot and your dungeons are full. I fear I feel the need to ask for help as I need your sturdy hand and keen mind. See I am having slight troubles finding a sword that fits in this splendid sheathe that I’ve made. There seem to be no swords in the fortress that compare in girth or length to those of your making, and I would be honored to have you join me in my Chambers tonight for this collaboration – Mairon

“Dear brother,

What on earth are you playing at? What sort of smith makes a sheath in absence of a sword? You are going about this all backwards, how did you even begin this endeavor without first having measurements for–”

This first part of the note is crossed out heavily. It continues farther down the page. 

“You were being facetious. I see the joke now. My apologies. 

I could use a respite. I’ve been working too long, it makes me over-literal, as I’m sure you’ve noticed.

Please infer the appropriate amount of double-entendre and salacious humor – Something something Well-Oiled Blade, something something Pounding something something Tightly Fitted, etc. etc.

I’ll be there at a quarter to ten, my minx. Could you find it in your heart to tuck your claws in and give me a shoulder rub? My ‘girthy blade’ and I would be much obliged. 

Yours in exhaustion, 

~Thû 

Dear Sauron: I heard you like dogs. What is your favorite kind of dog, and why did you let Huan kick your ass?

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Dearest Lady Sath, your sources betray you. 

It is -wolves- I am historically fond of, not hounds; though I have found the company of certain beasts agreeable. This is a recent development (domesticated animals, as a phenomenon, are a recent development by my reckoning). Dogs are part of the world of Men, and it was not until I joined their company that I made favorable acquaintance with any. They were bred largely to hunt and guard against intruders; a set of abilities usually pitted against me and mine– as you well know, given your last question. I cannot decide if its tone is impertinent or naively generous; ought I be flattered by the assumption that I *let* the hound of Oromë win? Or is this mockery? I shall give you the benefit of the doubt. 

I could waste a great deal of paper expounding on the nature of Maiar’s abilities (for Huan is indeed a Maia), and predestination, and the circumstances of our battle– but I will spare you the long treatise and simply say that continuing to fight would have been deeply disadvantageous to me. Tol Sirion was an important holding in North Beleriand and its loss was grievous, but not so much so that I was willing to stake my physical body on the chance of its recapture. In short, it was not a hill I was ready to die on. So, I fled. I did not throw the fight; Fate itself was against me, and if two of the Valar bowed to Luthien’s charms, a Maia like myself need not feel shame forever over such a defeat. Besides, Huan is dead, his houseless spirit fled back to his master in Aman, while I remain. 

After all that, I fear I did not answer your question, Lady Sath. I’m partial to the aloof energy of the larger Spitzes; Shepherds I admire for their intelligence and loyalty; and a Molosser is a grand, imposing companion for a lord to keep at his side.  

I hope I have satisfied your curiosity on this matter. Should you wish to make further inquiries, you should find me at the University of Umbar. 

 Yours,

The Emperor of the Eastern Kingdoms, Lord of Mordor and its Vassal States, Zîgur of the Temple of Freedom

~Ar-Anaškad Thû (Sauron) 


P.S. Cats are lovely too.

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