ok remember the verse where beru and sauron were in numenor at the same time, all i can picture now is her accidentally stumbling on him naked on a balcony like that and just like O.o over the hot hot thû arse before excusing herself quickly, half politely and half with an air of “i’ll be in my bunk”

:LDKFJ:DLSKFJ:DSKJ:  WELL I’M PICTURING IT NOW

The Shade of Atalantë

misbehavingmaiar:

Her ghost came in with the tide
And the trails of her wedding shawl
Were weeds and a wet white winding sheet
Of a bride more fair than them all.

The great grey wave scored the heavens
And pulled down a star in its curl;
The lords of the land ought tremble
When the sea gives up its pearl. 

The water wed many such wives;
Great queens who when sunken, bore wings;
Judgment lies in the bright silver knives
Of their eyes fixed accusing at kings. 

The highest of hands drowned the mighty
When Man sought out what was banned;
But the lords of the land ought tremble 
When she walks on the quicksilver strand. 

A big deal is made about war bats. Bats trained especially for war – how thrilling is that? But do we get to see them in action? No, we do not. One gets killed. Presumably the others took that rather badly and reverted to being common or garden bats again.

“Time to say goodbye”– RYAN GILBEY , review of BofA

I heard the derrière you displayed in Númenor were your true masterpiece, even more enthralling that the actual One Ring.

misbehavingmaiar:

That you may judge for yourself. 

*ugly crying and blowing nose*

GET YOUR DARK LORD BOOTY WHILE SUPPLIES LAST

*dips hand in the ocean*

misbehavingmaiar:

”I have known enchantment for the sea
for coasts of citrine, emerald, lazuli,
in the bounty fishers reap,
and in terror of the deep.

For every ship may but the surface glide,
the sailor’s muse seen mirrored in her tide,
yet life beneath writhes frenzied, brisk, and bleak
or else devoured slow, with hooks and beak.

Of these twain aspects I, both, admire;
Two sides of the sea’s dichotomous empire,
to them equally my heart bequeath:
the jeweled surface, and the dread beneath.”

*splashes* 

@masteroftheseas

alicebeckstrom:

“Fiercest burned the new flame of desire for freedom and wider realms in the eager heart of Fëanor; and Melkor laughed in his secrecy, for to that mark his lies had been addressed, hating Fëanor above all, and lusting ever for the Silmarils.” ~ The Silmarillion, Of the Silmarils and the Unrest of the Noldor. (Artwork: Fëanor by venlian on devianart)

Source: alicebeckstrom

|| Sorry i’m lurking so much! My internet rn is absolutely abysmal and trying to do archiving/flag-appealing is barely possible. Adding to the content before I have a chance to back up my recent posts just seems counter-productive. 

I’m heading back home tomorrow so life will return to normal soon. Thanks for your patience, ppl waiting for threads/replies :’3

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