Berúthiel lived in the King’s House in Osgiliath, hating the sounds and smells of the sea and the house that Tarannon built below Pelargir “upon arches whose feet stood deep in the wide waters of Ethir Anduin;” she hated all making, all colours and elaborate adornment, wearing only black and silver and living in bare chambers, and the gardens of the house in Osgiliath were filled with tormented sculptures beneath cypresses and yews. She had nine black cats and one white, her slaves, with whom she conversed, or read their memories, setting them to discover all the dark secrets of Gondor, so that she knew those things “that men wish most to keep hidden,” setting the white cat to spy upon the black, and tormenting them. No man in Gondor dared touch them; all were afraid of them, and cursed when they saw them pass.
“Manwë summoned the Valar for a council [- maybe he had asked Eru for counsel -] at which it was resolved to send out three emissaries to Middle-earth and he asked who would go. They would have to lose might and clothe themselves in flesh to win the trust of Elves and Men but this would also imperil them, diminish their wisdom and knowledge and bring upon them fear, the care and weariness of the flesh. Only two came forward; Curumo [Saruman] and Alatar. Curumo was chosen by Aulë among “his” Maiar, and Alatar was sent by Oromë. Manwë asked where Olórin [Gandalf] was, and Olórin, just returning from a journey and coming to the meeting, asked what he wanted from him. Manwë said that he wished him to go as the third to Middle-earth. Olórin answered that he thought himself too weak for such a task, and added that he feared Sauron. Then Manwë said that that was all the more reason why he should go, and he commanded him to go as the third. There Varda broke in and said “Not as the third,” and Curumo remembered that.“
– Unfinished Tales
1: Olorin is late to the council of the Valar because he was out wandering around; he sure doesn’t change much.
2: He doesn’t want to join this mad expedition because he thinks he’s not up to it and also he’s afraid of Sauron. Suddenly I’m thinking that he sees a good deal of himself in Bilbo Baggins; I expect he spent much of his early years in Middle-Earth wishing he was back in Irmo’s gardens with the Valinorean equivalent of a nice cup of tea.
Can we talk about that infinite fucking shade Varda threw at Curumo tho
Maglor throws the Silmaril into the sea, and the Oarni catch it. Having their attention, he kneels and carefully arranges himself to sing, his fingers burnt, his knees in the surf as he plays the Noldolantë, so harshly and full of grief that the spirits who hear him must cover their ears. Thrashing the water, they wail in pain and fury–“swan-killer, sail-bloodier, ship-burner”, they hiss as he finishes his terrible lament, and he offers no resistance when they tear into him like sharks in frenzy, and drag him into the sea. He does not flinch, he does not even cry out. When Beleriand’s rivers run backwards with mud and seawater, it will be said his floating head and lyre continue to sing their wild elegies until the continent itself sinks beneath the waves.
Interesting! The link to my activity feed has disappeared entirely! It was consistently reporting zero activity on the graph despite notes coming in on the daily, and now it’s just gone. 🙂 im free
Unlike the Sindarin name Celduin – which simply means “large flowing river” from “cell” (adj. “running, flowing”) + “duin” (“big and large river”), a meaning we also see used in “river Running”, the word for the river Running in Dwarvish is “Aklah’ân”, meaning “Source River”.
Stunning art “The Front Gate” by Alan Lee (In which we see the river Running)..
It is likely the word here finds its origin in the fact that Halls of Erebor were built upon, around and even far beneath the source of the river, to eventually pour out of the Front Gate of the Lonely Mountain. The river source thus was so prominent in Erebor, that it simply became known as “The Source River”.
“Well, thief! I smell you and I feel your air. I hear your breath.
Come along! Help yourself again, there is plenty and to spare!”
But Bilbo was not quite so unlearned in dragon-lore as all that, and if Smaug hoped to get him to come nearer so easily he was disappointed. “No
thank you, O Smaug the Tremendous!” he replied.