Be it known that you crush heads! Be it known that you devour corpses like a dog! Be it known that your gaze is terrible! Be it known that you lift your terrible gaze! Be it known that you have flashing eyes! Be it known that you are unshakeable and unyielding! Be it known that you always stand triumphant!
Enheduanna, excerpt of The Exaltation of Inana (via antigonick)
balrogs as creatures of shadow and flame… my thought was what if the shadow IS the flame. I’m so interested in imagining a substance that seems to have the properties of both fire and smoke… something that drips corrosive liquid and spits black sparks and you can’t tell which is which…
This is a Zimbabwean proverb from the Shona tribe, meaning that a person who harms another or borrows from someone will often forget, but the person who is harmed or borrowed from will always remember.
Turban helmet,
blued, with pointed and twisted skull, surmounted by a square cusp, the
lower part engraved by floral motifs and cartouches featuring
gold-inlaid inscriptions in Arabic, provided with sliding nosepiece
cusped at the upper part, engraved and gold inlaid; complete with mail
neck-defence of simple closed iron rings; with inside stuffing.
Circular, slightly convex sipar, at the centre a plaque in the shape of
sun with anthropomorphic face, and a relieved gilt decoration depicting a
long snake woven around the four studs, the surface engraved with
floral motifs featuring gold inlays; at the back surface the lining, the
central stuffing and two handles.provenance: Turkey, 19th century
Eventually, Daeron manages to move on from his sad pining songs and sad pining wandering, more or less.
No one can actually mope forever, can they?
I mean, he gave it a damn good shot, but. Even an immortal being has got to take a step back from themselves eventually, and go ‘okay yeah this is getting a bit ridiculous,’ right? …… right??
He’s still maybe wandering and singing, just not so much in the wilds. Slowly reintegrating himself back into society.
And then he hears that the children of Luthien’s line live in the hidden valley of Imladris.
So one day he just kind of shows up out of nowhere, introduces himself as Lindir (it’s literally just ‘singing man,’ which seems embarrassingly apt when it comes to Elven ingenuity re: false names), and has been living there ever since.
Just chillin’. Playing his music. Don’t make it weird.
But lbr, he was totally the one responsible for starting the rumour that Arwen = Luthien’s very likeness, returned once more.
(Dammit Daeron, you went and made it weird)
Elrond knows who he is, because the first time Galadriel came to Imladris after his arrival, she recognized him on the spot and made him aware of it. ‘Lindir’ does not know that Elrond knows this.
‘Lindir’ does not in fact know that Elrond’s whole family knows this.
He would probably have an easier time of it if he did.
At least a few things would make more sense, anyway.
This is mainly because the kids (+ Celebrian) have made an incredibly infuriating habit of praising ‘Lindir’s’ musical talent by telling him, with utmost earnestness, that he’s so skilled he’s surely almost as good as Daeron himself ever was.
He twitches a lot when they do this.
He hasn’t broken and blurted out the truth yet, but that could certainly change given the right incentive.
By which I mean: to no one’s surprise, the twins immediately turned it into a competition.
So far, Arwen is winning, though her brothers claim she has an unfair advantage.
Cold, clammy winter still held sway in this forsaken country. The only green was the scum of livid weed on the dark greasy surfaces of the sullen waters. Dead grasses and rotting reeds loomed up in the mists like ragged shadows of long forgotten summers.
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