#secondageweek

[tilions]

'But they were all of them deceived, for another ring was made. Deep in the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged a master ring, and into this ring he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life.'

'One ring to rule them all'

@secondageweek day iv · sauron and his minions — the dark lord and the ringmaker

#secondageweek #tolkiensource #oneringnet #tuserosie #userlyndeth #userhaleths #celebrimbor #sauron #annatar #silvergifting #ish i mean it's open to your interpretation lol #tolkien #silmarillion #lotr #silm #lord of the rings #silmedit #tolkienedit #lotredit #my edit #✨ mine #retro arda #the return of the silhouette edits

[emyn-arnens]

@secondageweek 2023 | DAY 1: ELVES → MAJOR SETTLEMENTS OF THE ELVES

#silmedit #tolkienedit #fantasyedit #litedit #secondageweek #silmarillion #oneringnet #fantasysociety #sourcetolkien #tolkiensource #booknet #creatornet #userlyndeth #tuserosie #usertilions #southfarthing #tusercilla #userzin #the silmarillion #my edit*

[windrelyn]

@secondageweek 2023 - Day 3: “Dwarves”

Celebrimbor and Narvi - “We did it!”

#secondageweek #secondageweek2023 #celebrimbor #narvi #silmarillion #lord of the rings #tolkien #middle earth #moria #eregion #silm art #lotr art #always love their relationship #speak friend and enter

[chromapipeweed]

Day 1: Elves

Not sure if Oropher actually became part of the marshes or not (I need to reread everything this year) but it was a really fun idea to draw.

@secondageweek

#secondageweek #oropher #silmarillion #cw death #war of the last alliance #my art #feel free to cc the art #i struggled with the armor perspective and also making everything but his hair look like they were sunk down #and i was super lazy with the bog mats #really need to do a landscape study

[tarninausta]

Now Sauron’s lust and pride increased, until he knew no bounds, and he determined to make himself master of all things in Middle-earth, and to destroy the Elves, and to compass, if he might, the downfall of Númenor.

@secondageweek day 4: sauron and his minions

[ID: A picspam consisting of 12 images.

1: a light-skinned person whose strawberry blond hair is falling in front of their face / 2: A cloud of black smoke / 3: Oil lamps in the dark / 4: Text reading “Sauron” / 5: A stylised image of a solar eclipse / 6: Dark waves / 7: A black wolf / 8: Golden rings / 9: Text reading “the Abhorred” / 10: The full moon / 11: A golden collar with red gems / 12: Two golden cups

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[aredhels]

@secondageweek day 1 » elves: gil-galad

Gil-galad was an Elven-king Of him the harpers sadly sing The last whose realm was fair and free Between the Mountains and the Sea.

#secondageweek #silmedit #tolkienedit #oneringnet #gil galad #ereinion #userlyndeth #tuserosie #mine #*tolkien #*posters #100

[arofili]

@secondageweek​ day three | dwarves | narvi

The Doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak, friend, and enter. I, Narvi, made them. Celebrimbor of Hollin drew these signs.

#secondageweek #tolkienedit #oneringnet #silm #silmarillion #lotr #lord of the rings #narvi #doors of durin #model: kyujocosplay #my edit #tefain nin #link to the doors of durin engraving in the last period of the quote! #mepoc #id in alt text

[art-of-firefly]

Celebrimbor

For the 6 11 characters fanart and @secondageweek day 7

I imagine and draw Celebrimbor with red hair but this fanart set is only black and white (and gold) so he looks exactly like Fëanor

#secondageweek #celebrimbor #silmarillion fanart #my art

[saturn-s-moon]

I've gotten good at making up metaphors/ I've gotten good at stretching the truth out of shape/ And though these words are sweet and meaningless/ You can't trust a single thing I say

—Metaphor, The Crane Wives

Silvergifting for @secondageweek day 4 - Sauron and his minions

#secondageweek #silvergifting #Annatar #Sauron #celebrimbor

[secondageweek]

Hello everyone!

For the second time we have decided to host this week to show our love and appreciation for the Second Age in all its facets. From proud Númenoreans to deep digging Dwarves, to the last High King of the Noldor, and the Dark Lord of Mordor - this week is dedicated to all of them and more!

A list of non-mandatory prompts below:

Day 1 Elves - Gil-galad, Oropher, Celebrían and many others - Lindon and Belfalas, Imladris and Eregion, Lórinand and Greenwood. What were the elves doing in the Second Age?

Day 2 Men - On this day of Second Age Week, we explore the race of Men - from proud Númenoreans, through those who would come to be known as Dunlendings, to the Haradrim in the South.

Day 3 Dwarves - From Ered Luin through Khazad Dûm to the Eastern Realms, dwarves played an important role during the Second Age. On this day you can explore their history and culture, events they participated in, prominent characters such as Durin IV. or Narvi and more!

Day 4 Sauron and his minions - With his lies and deceits, Sauron spent the Second Age weaving his way across Middle Earth and started a reign of terror from his fortress in Mordor. This day is dedicated to him and his many followers.

Day 5 Worldbuilding - Rings of Power and the White Tree, faraway lands, countless battles - Middle Earth has a rich history and stunning locations to explore.

Day 6 Original Characters - An unnamed wife of a king of Númenor, a guardsman from Lindon - who are they? What are they up to? On this day the spotlight is given to characters outside of the narrative focus.

Day 7 Freeform - Did we forget about something or is there a prompt you want to revisit? Feel free to use this day for any Second Age related content!

The week will run during January 2023 - 9th to 15th - and will be hosted by @tilions​ and @armenelols. ​ We will operate in a mixture of queued posts and direct reblogs.

To note:

Tag your work #secondageweek in the first five tags of your post and tag us @secondageweek so we can find your post

Should your post not be reblogged, feel free to send us an ask or a message

The same goes with all problems and questions; the ask box is open!

All kinds of content are allowed - fanfiction, fanart, headcanons, meta, edits, etc

For NSFW content and such, please tag your work accordingly.

We are looking forward to your creations!

#secondageweek #saw2023 #tolkien #silmarillion #the lord of the rings #the silmarillion #lotr

[tilions]

Durin IV. · King of Khazad-dûm

@secondageweek day iii · dwarves

#secondageweek #tolkiensource #oneringnet #userlyndeth #userhaleths #tuserosie #durin #durin iv #tolkien #silmedit #tolkienedit #lotredit #lord of the rings #lotr #silmarillion #silm #dwarf #dwarves #my edit #✨ mine #honestly it could be any of the durins because allegedly they all look very similar to one another #but i just settled on that one now

[emyn-arnens]

@secondageweek 2023 | DAY 2: MEN → ANDÚNIË, CITY OF NÚMENOR

Of old the chief city and haven of Númenor was in the midst of its western coasts, and it was called Andúnië because it faced the sunset.

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[windrelyn]

@secondageweek 2023 - Day 1: “Elves”

I just want to draw something cute and funny :D

#secondageweek #secondageweek2023 #silmarillion #lord of the rings #elves #celebrimbor #gil-galad #oropher #thranduil #elrond #manga style #funny art #party #wine #middle earth #my art #silm art #tolkien

[cycas]

Watch the wall my darling, while the gentlemen go by

I wrote this for @secondageweek and it started out as a short thing about Elves, but then it rudely burst into Day 2: Men. It's about Edrahil, visiting the Faithful of Numenor.

A dark and clouded sky, waves lapping at the shore catching the light of the dark-lantern. 

Cunning bronze wings around the lamp-window looked for all the world like  decoration, echoing the wings of the Scepter of the King. 

But pull them forward, and they click into place, forming a reflector: one that channels light in one direction only, hiding the signal from any watchers on the shore. 

A signal to the ship. A grey ship, with grey sails, formless against the great dark swell of the ocean.  It will fly no flag, show no sigil.

There! The few watchers on the shore gasp, as one, as in the distance, a light shimmers, coloured green and blue and gold.  

It’s gone. A boat is coming in, slipping quietly through the lapping waves. 

There will be more lights over on the north cape, and closer to Andúnië, this night. Men and women walking down to the shore, looking suspiciously around them.Night fishers flashing brighter lanterns, attracting the eyes of the King’s Men.  

Maybe even a chance-fire in the heath or in a haystack: oh dear, Officer, we have no idea how it started.  Yes, it is bright, isn’t it, but no, of course it’s not a signal. We’re down to earth folk here, honest Men, loyal to the King. 

All to attract the eyes, the soldiers away from this quiet cove where the leaves hang long, and a slender grey boat is quietly following the signal past the savage black teeth of the reef. 

The sailors are grey-cloaked, hooded, and they move like mist over the wet shingle, their feet barely making a sound. 

A woman steps forward, short and round-bodied, grey streaks in her hair, but her face in the faint light is eager as a girl. 

“Edrahil! Is it you?”

“It is,” Edrahil says, and although his head is hooded, you can see him smile back at her from the light in his eyes. “It’s good to see you once more, Vórima.”

“I’ve grown old and fat,” she says and laughs. “It’s been a while.” 

She’s bringing forward her grandchildren, a young boy and a slender young girl, to meet the Elves, saying to them, almost too excited to speak clearly: “Remember, remember.”

Edrahil introduces himself and his friends with a quiet dignity. “I have brought word from my lord, Finrod,”  

The boy’s dark eyes grow larger at the name: the girl hugs herself. They have heard tales of Finrod from his cradle, the old tales, full of names that they don’t say now, not in most of Númenor.  

The new tales in the fine official books that the children read at school tell of Beren, and of Lúthien the wife he won from the Elves. They tell of Eärendil, the king who threw down the dragon and lived forever as a star, and of his first-born son, who raised the blessed isle of Númenor from the sea-bed for his people.  

They do not speak of Finrod the beloved. They do not speak of Edrahil. 

Vórima looks around. Worry is written on her face, in the swift movement as she searches the shore. 

Her son is pulling the boat up with the help of two of the Elves, hiding it under a patched old canvas sail. Vórima’s wise old mule is laden with cargo, and all the elves are carrying full packs over their shoulders.

“Come,” she says, “Come up into the wood, and tell us there, where we can’t be seen.” 

Edrahil nods.  His feet are light on the path before her. Where she pauses on the steep and stony path to catch her breath, he pauses too, but it’s only politeness, though his pack is laden. 

They avoid the road, and plunge instead into a small tangled woodland either side of a small pale rushing stream.  The land here is too steep for farming, the small trees bent and gnarled from the endless sea-wind are no good for timber and not worth the trouble for firewood.  

The wood, therefore, endures: waste-land they call it now, though once it was called an Elvenwood. White flowers like stars grow under the eaves of the stooping trees.  You can’t see far, for the thin grey trunks hide the way.

It seems that the spiny branches should catch in their dark hair, and yet the tall Elves walk easily through the trees, touching trunk and twig now and again, as if in greeting. 

At last they come to a hidden dell where the trees draw back a little around a great flat stone, nestled among long green grass. 

Edrahil swings his pack down onto the stone. “Finrod bid me say that though his heart would have him offer you and all the Faithful of Númenor a refuge in his own house beyond the Sea, that cannot be.”

“Men cannot go to the Undying Lands,” Vórima agrees, though she would not be human if she had not hoped, and hoped fiercely, against all the beliefs of her people down the years, that somehow, somehow there might be an exception, at least for herself and her family. 

Let us live! Let us go into the West! Her heart calls out, though all her mind and the collected wisdom of generations know it is forbidden. 

“I would that you could come,” Edrahil tells them, turning to her son, her grandchildren, and fixing them with a blazing Elvish glance. “I would welcome you, our friends, to Tol Eressëa, to the white shores of Alqualondë, if it were my choice. I would walk with you under the trees by the white walls of Tirion, and Finrod Felagund himself would come to welcome you, if we obeyed the counsel of our hearts.  But it cannot be. In Valinor the light is too bright.”

“Of course,”  Vórima says.  Her granddaughter would like to protest, but Vórima stops her with a single silent finger. “Is there any counsel, then, that Finrod the wise can give to us? For the King’s men grow angry, and we are afraid. They speak of forcing us from our homes. You know the King has forbidden Elves to come to these shores, and they watch us more and more.  We risk our lives gladly to welcome you, our friends, but... do you know?  Even my name is forbidden. They call me Ûrîphêth, and I cannot risk the children’s safety by refusing to answer. They would take my granddaughter away and marry her to some King’s Man, to keep her from learning the wrong things.  And my grandson they would press into their navy, to work upon the great ships and maybe never come home.”

Edhrahil offers a helpless shrug. “It is a hard thing when a King becomes a tyrant. Finrod says: though it is hard to leave your homes, it may be that the time has come to say farewell to Númenor indeed, and travel not west, but east.”

“I have brought gifts, such things as Finrod hopes will not be recognised.” He leans forward and tugs the pack open, spilling shining golden chains across the grey surface of the stone.  Vórima gasps.   

“Gold he sends you, to buy ships, unmarked by any maker’s mark. Amber, bounty of the seas, which is sometimes found on your western shores. Spices, such as are already grown in Númenor from the plants that we brought here long ago.  We would have brought gems, but...”

“In Númenor, all know Elfstones when they see them, and they are not the fashion,” Vórima says, in wonder. “Your lord Finrod is generous indeed.” 

“So may one at peace be generous to another, when he sees them standing in danger that he cannot prevent,” Edrahil says unhappily. “We would do more if we could. But... Finrod says we cannot go to war in Númenor, nor can we offer shelter.  This is little, but it is all that we can do.  That, and a letter. My lord’s sister is still in Middle-earth. She dwells, we have heard, beside the Great River, where there are wide green lands threaded with silver streams, and flowers like golden bells lift in the sea-wind. Take this to her, and she will do for you all she can, in memory of Lúthien, and Beren, and Barahir the brave.” 

Vórima takes the letter slowly.  “Galadriel,” she reads, and looks at her granddaughter.  “What do you say, Altáriel?  Shall we go to Middle-earth, and seek out your namesake there? Leave our home and the island of Númenor, and go into the unknown?”

The answer in the girl’s suddenly bright eyes was very clear.

#numenor #edrahil #the faithful #the settlement of Lebennin #secondageweek

[tarninausta]

From Ost-in-Edhil, the city of the Elves, the highroad ran to the west gate of Khazad-dûm, for a friendship arose between Dwarves and Elves, such as has never elsewhere been, to the enrichment of both those peoples.

-J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, “Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age”

@secondageweek day 7: freeform; THE FRIENDSHIP OF THE DWARVES OF KHAZAD-DUM AND THE GWAITH-I-MIRDAIN

[ID: A picspam consisting of 12 images, mainly green, gold, and black.

1: A golden collar set with jewels and pearls / 2: A gate hewn into stone / 3: Stars / 4: Text reading “Dwarves of Khazad-dum” / 5: Yellow cushions / 6: Green fabric with golden leaf embroidery / 7: Holly leaves /  8: A golden headpiece /  9: Text reading “Gwaith-i.Mirdain” / 10: Green gems / 11: A person wearing a high green collar / 12: Someone taking a golden necklace out of a cushioned box / End ID]

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[aredhels]

@secondageweek day 2 » men: tar-miríel

And last of all the mounting wave, green and cold and plumed with foam, climbing over the land, took to its bosom Tar-Míriel the Queen, fairer than silver or ivory or pearls.

#secondageweek #silmedit #tolkienedit #oneringnet #tar-miriel #tar miriel #userlyndeth #tuserosie #mine #*tolkien #*mb