Ir Ithil ammen Eruchîn
menel-vîr síla díriel
si loth a galadh lasto dîn!
A Hîr Annûn gilthoniel,
le linnon im Tinúviel![The Moon having watched for us Children of Eru
shines like a jewel in the sky
now flower and tree, listen silent!
O Lady of the West, star-kindler,
I sing to you, I, Nightingale!]
Quotes
My only comment is that of Puck upon mortals. I fear that to me, Siamese cats belong to the fauna of Mordor, but you need not tell the cat breeder that
When a devil falls in love, it’s the most hauntingly beautiful thing ever. And you should be terrified, for he will go to the depths of hell for her.
WHAT, EXACTLY, ARE YOU HAMMERING?
—Me, at every picture of Sauron, Celebrimbor, or Fëanor, crafting either RINGS or GEMSTONES on an ANVIL with a GIANT HAMMER raised high above their heads (via misbehavingmaiar)
Now I’m just imagining the poor Orc who has to paint Sauron’s portrait and he’s trying to explain that just maybe he needs a more dynamic shot with a raised hammer so Sauron will like his portrait (this century) and no one will have to be gutted in punishment and Sauron is just NOT HEARING IT because he knows what fucking jewelsmithing looks like
(via sathinfection)
Sath how dare u make this go viral i demand weregild
‘R’ is among the most menacing of sounds. That’s why it’s Mordor, not ‘Mukduk.’
Sauron (probably)
Mukduk, home of Saukon (servant of Mukguth) and his army of ukks.
(via mapsburgh)
Alternately: Rordor, home of Rauron, servant of Rorgrorth. Ruh roh! It’s an army of Orrr?
He’s toxic. His smile will poison you. His boyish charm dangerous. The glint in his eyes as he challenges you to do something devious is lethal.
The Valar–all save one, Melkor, obeyed this prohibition by Eru [not to dominate the Children of Eru], according to their wisdom.† But there was thus introduced an element of uncertainty into all their operations after the Coming of the Elves and Men. The wills and desires and the resultant deeds of the Elves remained forever in some measure unpredictable, and their minds not always open to admonition and instruction that was not (as was forbidden) issued as commands supported by latent power. This was even more evident in the case of Men, either by their nature, or by their early subjection to the lies of Melkor, or by both. It was also held by some that the Valar had even earlier failed in their ‘trials’ when wearying of their destructive war with Melkor they removed into the West, which was first intended to be a fortress whence they might issue to renew the War, but became a Paradise of peace, while Middle-earth was corrupted and darkened by Melkor, long unopposed. The obdurancy of Men and the great evils and injuries which they inflicted upon themselves, and also, as their power increased, upon other creatures and even upon the world itself, was thus in part attributable to the Valar. Not to their wilful revolt and pride, but to mistakes which were not by design intended to oppose the will of Eru, though they revealed a failure in understanding of His purposes and in confidence in Him.
† This is said because the invitation given to the Eldar to remove to Valinor and live unendangered by Melkor was not in fact according to the design of Eru. It arose from anxiety, and it might be said from failure in trust of Eru, from anxiety and fear of Melkor, and the decision of the Eldar to accept the invitation was due to the overwhelming effect of their contact, while still in their inexperienced youth, with the bliss of Aman and the beauty and majesty of the Valar. It had disastrous consequences in diminshing the Elves of Middle-earth and so depriving Men of a large measure of the intended help and teaching of their ‘elder brethren’, and exposing them more dangerously to the power and deceits of Melkor. Also since it was in fact alien to the nature of the Elves to live under protection in Aman, and not (as was intended) in Middle-earth, one consequence was the revolt of the Noldor.
Tolkien, J.R.R. “Words, Phrases and Passages in various tongues in The Lord of the Rings.” Ed. Christopher Gilson.
Parma Eldalamberon
No. 17. (2007): 178-9.
While many people think fanfiction is about inserting sex into texts (like Tolkien’s) where it doesn’t belong, Brancher sees it differently: “I was desperate to read about sex that included great friendship; I was repurposing Tolkien’s text in order to do that. It wasn’t that friendship needed to be sexualized, it was that erotica needed to be … friendship-ized.” Many fanfiction writers write about sex in conjunction with beloved texts and characters not because they think those texts are incomplete, but because they’re looking for stories where sex is profound and meaningful. This is part of what makes fan fiction different from pornography: unlike pornography, fanfic features characters we already care deeply about, and who tend to already have long-standing and complex relationships with each other. It’s a genre of sexual subjectification: the very opposite of objectification. It’s benefits with friendship.
Francesca Coppa, “Introduction to The Dwarf’s Tale,” The Fanfiction Reader (via rembrandtswife)
*bangs fist on the table* YES GOOD.
(via hot-elf)
I have the gift of desiring, of inventing more and more desires, of never knowing satiation and dullness. And I am cursed with the lack of genius for renunciation.
(via rabbitinthemoon)
Old things have strange hungers.
Catherynne M. Valente, from The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making
(via thewinedarksea)
(via heavenissilcnt)
In the form of a woman she is tall, and robed in green; but at times she takes other shapes. Some there are who have seen her standing like a tree under heaven, crowned with the Sun; and from all its branches there spilled a golden dew upon the barren earth, and it grew green with corn; but the roots of the tree were in the waters of Ulmo, and the winds of Manwë spoke in its leaves.
…the physical body of man is but a visceral cloak of flesh, draped upon the bones that cage the Starry Radiance within.
Into this wild abyss,
The womb of nature and perhaps her grave,
Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire,
But all these in their pregnant causes mixed
Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight,
Unless the almighty maker them ordain
His dark materials to create more worlds,
Into this wild abyss the wary fiend
Stood on the brink of hell and looked a while,
Pondering his voyage.…
All lie sunk in flames and dismal ash. The gods themselves must have wished this was not in their power.
The Roman poet Martial, describes the aftermath of the eruption of Vesuvius.
(via oupacademic)
Latin:
Cuncta iacent flammis et tristi mersa favilla:
Nec superi vellent hoc licuisse sibi.
(Martial, Epigrams IV.XLIV 7-8)
To lose one Maia may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.
