Moon Stone

tognir-inainn:

The procession approached with an almost terrified reverence,
carefully treading over the newly-assembled floor tiles; fidgety orcs carried an
ironclad chest, of the sort used for storing stolen treasure following a sack
or looting, while attempting to avoid the threatening masonry and reinforcement
beams, many of which tended to switch position, rolling and floating and
leaping into new places as Lugbúrz reassembled itself to accommodate the return
of its master. At the head of the line, leading but separated from the rest, a
darkly armored figure strode towards the empty throne. Horned and terrifying,
unlike its servants it showed no attempt to move out of the way and avoid collision
with the brickwork. Indeed, were one to look closer they would see all stone
and metal pass it by as if it were no heavier than a gust of air, and no more tangible.

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*SQUEAAALING*

YOU DID THE THING!!!!! THE THING I NEEDED DEEP IN MY SOUL TO SEEEEEE AND omg Adunaphel makes an appearance even I AM SO HAPPY *W* ❤

[I dunno why I was thinking about it since you said ‘i wanna paint rocks’ but what about someone breaking rocks with ice fracturing in the joints? Does melkor break stone…??]

theotherwesley:

I’m sure he could if he was so inclined! But I always imagined that he has a stronger connection to heat and molten things— he’s more apt to simply manipulate the rocks themselves than use ice as a round about way of doing it. But that does bring to mind a spooky scenario where any elves trying to BUILD in the North would find that the elements themselves had a slow, malicious sentience that would make stones crack and foundations crumble and shift… 


Ithil-stone: Presumed lost III 3019
The counterpart of the Anor-stone was the Ithil-stone, held inIsildur’s city of Minas Ithil beneath the mountains of the Ephel Dúath in Ithilien. In III 2002, the Nazgûl assaulted Minas Ithiland captured the city along with its palantír. Thus Sauron was later able to use the Ithil-stone to influence both Saruman andDenethor in the War of the Ring. The fate of this palantír is not known with certainty, but it was presumably destroyed in theDownfall of Barad-dûr.

Oh man oh man oh man I JUST HAD THE DEEPEST, MOST CARNAL CRAVING to see the scene in which one or more of the lucky Nazgul gets to bring Sauron a palantir…. 

au in which saruman never loses his palantir

Aragorn: Long have you hunted me. Long have I eluded you. No more. Behold the sword of Elendil.
Saruman: Hello?
Aragorn: …hello?
Saruman: Sorry this is Saruman do you want me to pass along your message

Is anyone else experiencing a massive drop in followers? 

I’ve lost no less than 12 in the last week. XD Is it something I said? Or is it just the “new” tumblr turning over dead blogs? 

“Melkor, it has been a while. You see, my theory is that you are just very bad at being calm. So enclosed Is some herbal booze I distilled myself, some relaxing teas, and to get the last furrows out of your brows the ‘Desirer complete satisfaction bedroom pack’ in the ‘extra Sturdy’ variant. Oh, and my sister asked to enclose you some honey waffles. See ya later! PPS: Manwhe has started talking about a family visit to your place- hope to see you soon.”

“Oh, my brother… It is a shame you do not write more! You always know just what to get me! I’m sure I’ll remember to get you something in return som—((smudge of honey))—- 

That’s an interesting theory you have; certainly my twin would agree with it, though I imagine his solution would be to suggest I “meditate upon the serenity of the One” and “free myself from the tumults of the flesh”. 

I much prefer your solution. I feel calmer already! 

Ah, I salute Nienna’s baking! She has improved since I was last home; she does tend to weep into her recipes, and no one likes a salty waffle. 

Do let the twin-of-my-spirit know that there is no need to hurry on the family reunion… My dwelling in the north is certainly too cramped and cluttered to provide worthy hospitality for all my esteemed kin. Tell our family to please consider visiting some other millennium… or never.  

Yours, Ever,
The Mighty Arising “

{if it’s not too late, because why not} To the Bloated, Gloating, Corpse-Munching Foe of the World. Look to the red hill. Try me. Wishing you a Swift and Agonising Demise, the Lord of Dor Cuarthól.

“Happy am I to let you wait, ignorant and cold, with your ass in the sod, Master of Fate." 

The note, scrawled on dried skin, is delivered from the hand of a scrawny young waif with freckled skin and short-cropped hair the color of fox fur. 

"I was bidden give this to you upon a red hill, Lord Turambar. I could not refuse,” they said, with something crooked in the tilt of their mouth.

sillymarillion-comics:

What do you mean this wasn’t their actual reaction?!

“WE COVERED ELVES MOONWALKING, AND ELVES BACKFLIPPING UP CRUMBLING TOWERS, AND ELVES DROP-KICKING DWARVES INTO BATTLE, BUT THERE’S NOTHING IN THE MANUAL ABOUT ELVES PIROUETTING OFF A DWARF IN A BARREL WHILE FIRING LASERS OUT OF THEIR TITS!!! WHAT DO WE DO??" 

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