Glaurung The Golden

turambar-masterofdoom:

turambar-masterofdoom:

Glaurung the Golden, Father of Dragons, Lieutenant of Morgoth, Scourge of Nargothrond, Big Scaly Asshole.

By Doombiscuit

Glaurung’s ‘About’ and ‘Rules/Verses’ pages are finished – the great golden monster is ready to go!

Come and say hello. Go on. You know you want to.

*VIBRATES*

Glaurung The Golden

lindethiel:

Laughter like Deathbells.

Independent OC from Tolkien’s Legendarium, Lindethiel Tindomerel / Glinneliae. Just another Elf, you’re thinking, but n o my friend prepare to be shook. Ain’t no proper ladies or Elves in this neck of the wood. She’s toured the best five star dungeons in middle earth, sung songs about Elrond’s ~hospitality~, fallen out of trees onto unsuspecting hobbits, and kissed more Orcs than recommended by five out of five physicians. You want a sassy, sarcastic, shameless, reckless Elf on your dash? Look no further bro. Like or reblog for your pickup line today.

Listen, I’ve had some good, good times with Lin in chat and I deeply regret not making those RP seshs threads for all to see.
She is a delight– super irreverent, gleefully vulgar, chaotic neutral bard, but in a wholesome way not in an edgelord way… she’s like the Deadpool of adorable elf bards who make very bad decisions and go flying through life by the seat of their pants.

IDK if Lin is for everyone, but Lin has definitely given me some wild, hilarious, and sometimes emotionally devastating times in the otherwise dreary landscape of Third Age Mordor.

curufinwefeanaro:

MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY. EXCEPT NOT. BECAUSE I BURNT IT DOWN.

independent roleplay blog for Fëanor of The Silmarillion/Tolkien’s Legendarium. if Peter Jackson fooled you into thinking that elves are this “pure” and “perfect” race who can do no wrong, have everything handed on a silver plate, and spend their days eating salad, well think again my guys because boy have I got news for you. anyway I love these new self promo, they’re so lazy, which is exactly what I need. || so like the post for me to check out your blog or reblog it, blablabla, come on guys, it’s a promo, you know the drill, do me a solid

beruthielthequeen:

NAME OF YOUR MUSE: Berúthiel; nickname Berú (birth name Tamar Margoliantë)
ONE PICTURE YOU LIKE BEST OF YOUR MUSE: i have multiple FCs and she has no set canon appearance or actress soooooo imma just go with THIS lovely piece of art my friend did recently! clickies!

TWO HEADCANONS YOU HAVE FOR YOUR MUSE YOU NEVER TOLD ANYONE:

  • She’ll tell anyone who asks that the reason she sought out immortality was the same reason Ar-Pharazon and the King’s Men of Numenor claimed they wished to seek it – anger at the Valar for denying them all the gifts given to the elves. And maybe that anger was actually genuine, after what she was taught and experienced. But in reality, her reasons were the same as Ar-Pharazon’s likely actually were – fear. Fear of dying, fear of what comes next, fear of the unknown. At times, that fear was the only thing which kept her alive at times when despair might otherwise have swamped her under.
  • She actually did hate the cats at first. She’d always preferred birds, specifically but not limited to desert crows. The cats, who were strays all from one litter, bothered her, they were strange, stand-offish creatures; and yet they were drawn to her, apparently, and wouldn’t leave her alone. It was a rare day in the garden, after a point, where there wasn’t at least one cat within her line of vision, even if they never quite got close enough to be petted. Eventually, desperately lonely as she was, Berúthiel accepted the companionship the cats offered and the rest, as we say, is history.

THREE THINGS YOUR MUSE LIKES DOING IN THEIR FREE TIME:

  • Poking around in booksellers’ wares. She has quite a collection of rare old codices and scrolls and even tablets from the days before paper-making; and she’s taught herself the tongues that the oldest were written in so she could translate them all. Related to this: making those translations.
  • Gardening, mostly of great thorny hedges of roses; and of herbs. She tries to cultivate species from her homeland, but lacking a hot house, most of them won’t grow well. The few that do are her pride and joy.  It’s a properly witchy pastime. 
  • Writing poetry, mostly in her birth-tongue but occasionally in others, as the mood takes her. Few people have ever read any of it.

SEVEN PEOPLE THAT YOUR MUSE LIKES/LOVES:

  • ??
  • ???
  • ????
  • ?????
  • This is completely verse dependent… like in canon there’s not even one name, ha

TWO THINGS YOUR MUSE REGRETS:

  • Sometimes she regrets having made herself so impossible for the people of Gondor to love. It would have been better for her father’s political aims if she’d made even a slight attempt to fit in and adopt their ways; and it would have been better for her, in some sense. Maybe she could have had friends, if never a loving husband. (But she also felt, and still feels, that she should not have had to change for anyone to accept her.)
  • Idk man… she isn’t really a ‘regret’ sort of person. Uh. In the modernverse specifically that I share with @curufinwefeanaro she probably regrets having married that asshole…. (not feanor. he’s also an asshole, but she doesn’t regret him at all.)

A PHOBIA YOUR MUSE HAS:

  • The deep ocean. She hates the scent of the sea, and gets seasick, but it’s all translated into a generalized abhorrence of the ocean which approaches a phobia.

Tagged by: @synthmama
Tagging: @curufinwefeanaro @cllgood @ppoolio @wildmoored idk man everyone?

beruthielthequeen:

…her name was
erased from the Book of the Kings (
but the memory of men is not wholly shut in books, and the cats of
Queen Berúthiel never passed wholly out of men’s speech
), and King Tarannon had her set on a ship
alone with her cats and set adrift on the sea before a north wind. The ship was last seen flying past
Umbar
under a sickle moon, with a
cat at the masthead and another as a figure-head on the prow. 

plotting call.

doomedvalour:

ooc. Here’s something a little different: Like this post if you’d like to get a plot going, and I’ll hit you up via IM / ask so we can brainstorm.

I’m trying to get this blog started with some plotted threads before I jump into open starter calls. And don’t be shy – even if you think our muses couldn’t interact, I bet we can think of something interesting. 🙂

Seven (Headcanon) Things about Thranduil

elf-and-iron:

This was going to be ten things, but I think it’s quite long enough. (All my attempts to do a Read More are failing. Sorry!)

1. His motivations are often murky – even to himself. Still a wild creature at heart, he has wrapped that core of instinct and feral emotion in so many layers of careful structure that it rarely shows. This can mean ruthlessness, as a wildcat defending itself – it can also mean vulnerability, as even he isn’t sure where some of his weaknesses are.

2. He’s been burned often enough to be wary of almost everyone. Elven memory does not fade, and Thranduil has seen enough betrayal and decline in his long life to fear change in its entirety.

3. He’s lived all over the place. A young elf in Lindon, he went with his family and the friends who accompanied them over the Blue Mountains and the Grey. That trip was not a fast one, nor one with a particular destination in mind. Oropher’s negotiations with the Nandorin Elves in the Greenwood led to – he thought – a temporary residence on Amon Lanc. One thing led to another, and when they led to Oropher being accepted as king, it became apparent that Amon Lanc would be a permanent abode. He lived there until well after Oropher’s death and fought hard to defend it, sacrificing nearly more than he could afford in attempt to keep his home. After Sauron overran the hilltop, razed the existing structures and built the keep of Dol Guldur, Thranduil moved his Court to a cave system the Silvan elves had long inhabited and set about fortifications.

4. Over his long life, he has pursued a few arts and more than a few studies. The ones that he has returned to, time and again, are the crafting of jewelry, and the growing of trees into specific and useful shapes. He has a magpie fondness for bright and gleaming things.

5. As a young Elf, he was more wild than patient, more
often found exploring than studying. Unlike most of his peers, he did not feel a strong bond to a single place until much later in his life, and his desire to roam was strong. Oropher did his best to impose a
sense of duty on the young Thranduil. It did not sink fully in until
after the Battle of Dagorlad. Perhaps he overcorrected, taking on the
mantle of the Elvenking and the leadership of the Silvan elves; in any
case, it was duty, both to his subjects and his son, that kept him
focused on the here and now once his wife was no more.

6. His relationships with his family have been good. He looked up tremendously to his father, the first King in the Greenwood, although they had occasional conflicts over Thranduil’s impatience and unwillingness to tie himself to a particular role or place. He loves his wife* with an undying passion, matched only by his grief after her death**. He is somewhat protective toward Legolas as a result. Understanding better than most that a young Elf needs to make his own path, he attempts not to overreach into his son’s life.

7. He’s older than most of the trees in the Greenwood. This is an occasional source of amazement to him. To fight the encroaching sorrow typical of older elves, he intentionally cultivates a sense of wonder in the natural world and crafted things of beauty. That takes significant effort, and it’s generally the first thing to fail him under stress. His initial reactions are often born of slow, ancient grief, and he works hard to not let it become his driving passion.

*who needs a name in a bad way. She isn’t given one in canon. I’ll eventually find one I like and put it here.

**She also needs a reason of death.

ooh! Friend i like these headcanons and your prose very much. :))

jessyherc:

Tolkien inspired wire wrap tree pendant, Trees of Valinor

The two trees of Valinor are fictional trees from J. R. R. Tolkien’s book The Silmarillion. They were made by the Valar in the time when there was no sun or moon, so it was dark all the time. One of the trees shone with a bright golden light and the other with a gentle silver light. They gave light to the entire land of Valinor. But then Melkor and Ungoliant came and destroyed the trees, so there was nothing left of the trees except one golden fruit and one silver blossom. The Valar made the sun and the moon from those and they set them high up in the sky, so that even Melkor couldn’t get to them.

Check more details about the pendants at my Etsy shop 🙂

Gift idea: Beautiful barren trunks to remind the Dark Lord in your life how they stole the light out of Valinor UwU ❤

(seriously these are very pretty!) 

turukxno:

“     Fight not against doom, O my children!
   Seek ye who may safety in flight, if perhaps there be time yet…    

○ ~ Formerly sarafinwe, turgonthewise
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The terrible Three

irmomasterofvisions:

irmomasterofvisions:

Hello everyone!

Since I am currently, as people threading with me will have undoubtly noticed, a bit low on Irmo-muse fuel,

I am today and now launching a trio of Angband muses!

A balrog with confidence issues! I happy-go-lucky knuckleheaded troll and an ice wyrm with a foul mood. 

Go and say hello 🙂

And another reblog for the later crowd.

Come plot/grab the starters o.o

An interesting trio of muses! 

The terrible Three

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