#to the song of beren and luthien

[theresa-draws]

And yet at last they met once more, And long ago they passed away In the forest singing sorrowless.

#star wars #anakin #obi wan #padme #obianidala #prequels trio #theresa draws #2022 #my ot3 #to the song of beren and luthien

[exercise-of-trust]

nothing lasts forever but it might come back around

beren and lúthien and a very well-earned moment of quiet

#beren #luthien #tolkien fanart #silmarillion fanart #caption from nightingale by the morningsiders. i've got a song and i don’t fear sadness!!! #subcreation #it’s fine it’s fiiiine i can redo it in a few years and be proud of how i’ve improved

[ninahoeben]

Lúthien Tinúviel

The leaves were long,

the grass was green,

The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,

And in the glade a light was seen

Of stars in shadow shimmering.

Tinúviel was dancing there

To music of a pipe unseen,

And light of stars was in her hair,

And in her raiment glimmering.

-J. R. R. Tolkien

#tolkien #silm #silmarillion #the silmarillion #beren and luthien #luthien tinuviel #luthien #tinuviel #the song of beren and luthien #the lay of leithian #fanart #tolkien fanart #silm fanart #silmarillion fanart #my art

[glorf1ndel]

Pick a ship and a song! 🛳️ 🎵

#I recommend each song! #silm #Silmarillion #lotr #lord of the rings #the hobbit #Beren and Luthien #elwing x earendil #elwing #earendil #glorestor #Russingon #Silvergifting #feanel #feanor #nerdanel #arawen #aragorn #Arwen #samfro #farawyn #bagginshield #Tolkien #Tolkien polls

[aureentuluva70]

-The Song of Beren and Luthien by J.R.R Tolkien

#The last lines of the beren and luthien song just scream zelink to me #And I've been in a bit of a Zelda mood so here you go #Lotr #Legend of Zelda #Loz #silmarillion #tolkien #Link #Zelda #Zelink #botw zelink #totk zelink

[adwendoodles]

if i dont post anything of this wip i'll go insane. what is it about the leithian that makes me want to make animatics for it?

song from @sewn-with-lilies-fair's commission of an english version of the lay of leithian musical's luthien lullaby

#silmarillion #luthien #morgoth #lay of leithian #wip #animatic wip #anyway thank you again sewn-with-lillies-fair for encouraging my public insanity over this song #im posting this bc i took a break from cleaning up sketches to shade lmao #beren #in wolf form #in wolf skin?? #i wish more arts involved the insanity of bluthien wearing their enemies skins as disguises #lol the rock opera

[hamletphase]

playing with music and storyboarding <3

#silmart #beren and luthien #luthien tinuviel #thingol #tolkien #my art #song is the wanting comes in waves / repaid by the decemberists

[camille-lachenille]

I was researching something completely unrelated but I passingly saw that hemlock means mortality in Victorian and modern flower language. And my brain immediately thought of the ‘Song of Beren and Lúthien’ in FotR, specifically the first stanza:

The leaves were long, the grass was green,

The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,

And in the glade a light was seen

Of stars in shadow shimmering.

Tinúviel was dancing there

To music of a pipe unseen,

And light of stars was in her hair,

And in her raiment glimmering.

Hemlock is the third element im the description of the glade Lúthien is dancing in, even before we learn her name. We have the long leaves, the green grass and the tall hemlock; two elements traditionally associated with spring and youth, and one heavily associated with death. In two verses we know everything there is to know about Lúthien: she’s youthful and she’s going to die.

The hemlock appears again in the second stanza:

There Beren came from mountains cold,

And lost he wandered under leaves,

And where the Elven-river rolled

He walked alone and sorrowing.

He peered between the hemlock-leaves

And saw in wonder flowers of gold

Upon her mantle and her sleeves,

And her hair like shadow following.

This stanza is from Beren’s point of view, looking at Lúthien. And fact he looks at her through the hemlock leaves tells us he is mortal. Beren looks at Lúthien through the lens of a mortal gaze, and thinks her otherworldly. There is an added layer to it because, in Victorian flower language, hemlock not only means mortality but also more specifically ‘you will be my death’. And, indeed, Beren dies in his quest to obtain Lúthien’s hand.

The last occurrence of hemlock in this song is in the fourth stanza:

He heard there oft the flying sound

Of feet as light as linden-leaves,

Or music welling underground,

In hidden hollows quavering.

Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,

And one by one with sighing sound

Whispering fell the beechen leaves

In the wintry woodland wavering.

I find this stanza more difficult to analyse from a symbolic point of view since it’s mostly a description of autumn and winter coming, but it certainly puts emphasis on the importance of this plant in Beren and Lúthien’s story. As I interpret it, and this is my personal reading, it is an allusion to Beren and Lúthien growing old together and Lúthien choosing to die along Beren.

In The Tale of Tinúviel, the hemlock is also extremely important in the introduction of Tinúviel, and it is more or less a description in much more details of what is hinted at in the Song of Beren and Lúthien from FotR. I can’t put the quote because it’s in French but, very roughly, it says that the hemlock is so tall and dense it looks like Tinúviel is dancing on a white cloud. Then, when Tinúviel sees Beren, she hides under a very tall hemlock and her white dress makes her disappear in the hemlock, looking like moonlight on the flowers. The imagery used in this scene is absolutely beautiful and I can’t make it justice, but what is important is that, upon their first meeting, Tinúviel is metaphorically surrounded by mortality. She is an Elf yet she will die. And Beren, who is an elf too in this version (a Gnome, the proto-Noldor, and I struggle not to picture him as a garden gnome), is doomed to die too from the moment he walks amongst the hemlock in search of Tinúviel.

Last but not least is the Lay of Leithian. Sadly, I don’t have the full Lay of Leithian so I can’t look at the meeting scene but, in an extract given in the French translation of Beren and Lúthien (Christian Bourgois, 2017) it is said that Lúthien wears white roses in her hair (Canto VI, verses 116-117) and there are a few other mentions of unspecified white flowers. White roses mean ‘I am worthy of you’, withered white roses mean ‘transient impressions’, white rosebuds mean ‘girlhood’ and a crown of roses ‘reward of virtue’. I don’t really know what to do with these informations since I don’t have the original text so I can’t say how accurate the translation is, but all of this enhance Lúthien’s ethereal, eternally youthful appearance. It also shows the association of Lúthien with white and light in opposition to Morgoth’s black darkness, I think. But I don’t doubt for a second that the hemlock is an important part of the place where Beren and Lúthien’s meeting.

Anyways, I just love digging this kind of rabbit holes in Tolkien’s poetry, because it gives us so much insight on the characters, and I am almost sure that Tolkien, who grew up in late Victorian England and loved nature, knew of the meaning of hemlock or he wouldn’t have insisted so much on it. I’d love to see if there is a paper out there about flower language/symbolism in Tolkien’s work because I am sure there is so much more of it than what I looked at today.

Sources:

https://tolkiengateway.net/wiki/Song_of_Beren_and_L%C3%BAthien

https://www.gardeningchannel.com/flower-meanings-dictionary-from-a-to-z-the-secret-victorian-era-language-of-flowers/

J. R. R. Tolkien, Beren et Lúthien, Christian Bourgois, 2017

And as a bonus, the Song of Beren and Lúthien in music by Clamavi de Profundis: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=11_aneHVaz8&list=PLR5qYNG5Nf7WFbZ6wr-rr7gDnALA4C8mQ&index=19&pp=iAQB8AUB

#tolkien #the silmarillion #lay of leithian #beren and luthien #the lay of leithian #the tale of tinúviel #beren #lúthien #lúthien tinúviel #flower language #hemlock #lotr poetry #tolkien song #tolkien meta #half baked ramblings by a sleep deprived tolkien fan #Youtube

[iliaclwrites]

hiii! in love with ur blog! can you maybe do cheerleader!reader finds the kids as her new little babies and eddie feels a little jealous cause she’s spending more time with them as usual

"Has anyone seen my girlfriend?" Eddie demanded, hands on his hips when Gareth rolled into Hellfire. "About yea-tall, dorky glasses, always reading? I'm about to put her face on milk cartons."

Gareth frowned, before snapping. "Oh! Yeah, I think she was taking the kids to the bookstore, or something. Mike's starting, like, a long distance book club with his girlfriend, or something."

Eddie groaned. "I swear, those kids see more of her than I do," he complained, pulling his vest on. "I found Dustin's stuff in my backpack the other day. They come to my house for dinner. I have to buy so many groceries."

Gareth snorted.

"Like, it's not even funny!" Eddie said, throwing his arms out. "They're eating me out of house and home, and they're stealing my woman! Ungrateful little shits."

Jeff waggled his eyebrows. "Someone's jealous," he commented, and Eddie flipped him off. "She's just lookin' after them. She was always like that."

Eddie hummed, and started out of the room. "Session's off," he called over his shoulder. "I've got to go find my girl."

Gareth cooed at him as he passed. "You can take 'em! They're just kids! Hold 'em down and punch down."

--

"Shh!"

Eddie froze, barely through the door. He peered into the doorway, only to see you completely smothered by the other members of Hellfire. Dustin was asleep on your lap, hat tugged over his eyes. Lucas' head lolled on your shoulder. Mike was on the floor, snoring gently against your legs.

"Jesus Christ," Eddie whispered, shutting the door gently. "Did you drug 'em, or something?"

You shrugged, cautious of Lucas on your shoulder. "They just zonked out maybe half an hour ago. I've been stuck watching Dallas this whole time," you complained, jerking your head to the TV. Eddie chuckled and pressed a kiss to your hair. "They're heavy."

"I know, right?" Eddie said, pouring himself a glass of water. "They're at that age, I guess. Where they, uh. Get heavier."

You snorted. "Can't believe I play mommy to all these kids now. I did not sign up for this when I offered to help out at Hellfire."

Eddie stalked toward you, crouching at the back of the sofa so he could press kisses to your jaw. "Yeah, well. Daddy's home."

"Dude," Dustin said blearily, sitting up. "That was so gross."

#eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson #eddie munson x librarian #s: the song of beren and luthien

[eglerieth]

Translating the Song of Beren and Luthien into Sindarin!

i laid nî ann, in glae nî calen

i saew-lûth tond a bain

a mi i lant - ae! - calad

o giliath mi doath silivren

Tinúviel nî lilt ennas

an linnas o thibin altirad

a galad o giliath nî mi finnathdeith

a mi hammadeith silivren

ennas Beren tùliel o ered ring

a dom ranë nu lais

a mivan i heb-edhil duin nornt

padantë air a nírol

cenë mi i saew-lais

a tírant di elven mellys

po colldeith a rainc-hammadeith

a finnadeith sui dae aphadol

elven nestant taildeid lom

han thar emyn nî amarthan an rain

a e rongantë, thalion a lim

a mabant na aglannim o ithil celair

tre-remmen glad mi Neldoreth

is colui horthant na lilthatail

a lefn Beren air eno an rain

mi i dínen tawar lastad

lhaent ennas rem i rimp law

o tail colui sui melhûn-galadh lais

egor linnas eithela nucae

mi thurin gryd potha

hi thern hoda i saew-thrimpim

a mîn-ar-mîn na fírlaw

na lhoss dannant i neldor-lais

mi i rhîw-taur potha

e cestant ín him, raun haer

mivan lais o íniath nî delch hodant

ar calad o ithil a aglann o el

mí menel sui hell potha

colldeith glînnant mîn i ithilgalad

ir bo amoncaw raud a haer

Tinúviel lilthant, a na taildeith nî hodant

hîth o celeb potha

ir rhîw lúda, ad-tolantë

a linnë leithiant i bragol ethuil

sui orthad amrent, a dannad ross

a medhiant nen gwelch

tírantë i edhellys eithela

os taildeith, a ad-cyrant

anírantë arë an lilt a linnon

or i glae algumri

adribant dîn ach lim tolantë

Tinúviel! Tinúviel!

estannenë in di edhel-enethdeith

a tass dîn darant lastad

min luig tarant dîn, a lûth

glimdeid caedant bo dîn: Beren tolant

a amarth dannant bo Tinúviel

han mi raincë hodant silivren

ir Beren cennant mî hent dîn

mîn i dúaith o fingimdeith

i potha gilgalad o i menel

tírantë ennas cenedrilant silivren

Tinúviel i edhel-bain

alfirin gwen edhel-sael

os Beren hantant gwathui fingimdeith

a rainc sui celeb silivren

annan nî i yr amarth ti colant

thar sarn emyn ring a mith

tre-rynd o ang a morn fen

a taurim o dúath alordolel

i sathantgaer mi ti hodant

a ach na vedui ti ad-govannen

a annan-ia ti gwanwen

mi i taur lindant alnaeras

#eglerieth #tolkien #lotr #silmarillion #lord of the rings #sindarin #elvish #tale of beren and luthien #luthien tinuviel #song of Beren and Luthien #luthien #beren #tinuviel #Silm

[fistfuloflightning]

In the midst of the fighting, they were swept apart and Daeron was taken by force. He was brought to Tol-in-Gaurhoth, for Sauron’s machinations ran deep. But in despair, Beren hounded their steps, even to the gates of the fortress.

The Book of Unfinished Tales Tolkien Never Actually Wrote

#the silmarillion #silm crack #daeron #beren #beren x daeron #aus i’ll never write #this is seconds before he’s gagged so he can’t sing himself free #I had a vague idea for this au #something something morgoth was collecting/killing the most powerful elven singers #since they’re threats to him and he could possibly twist them into weapons against the elves #so finrod’s already in prison somehow and allies with daeron #beren gets luthien’s help since Maglor’s on the hitlist #(yes there has to be magluth) #aaaand somehow they all end up defeating morgoth with song #idk #fun stuff #my art #songbird au #tolkien art

[thesummerrtriangle]

i think i have way too much fun with polls

please do reblog after you vote

#i don't know i'm in a lotr mood #clamavi de profundis' music is so cool #additional question: what's your favorite song of his #mine's the lament of boromir #or the song of beren and luthien #or the song of earendil #polls #the lord of the rings

[evenstar-s]

thinking about spring and beren and luthien and eowyn and faramir

#just listening to the song of beren and luthien and having thoughts #i do not believe that any darkness will endure #tolkien #lotr

[feydrawings]

Again she fled, but swift he came. Tinúviel! Tinúviel! He called her by her elvish name, And there she halted listening. One moment stood she, and a spell His voice laid on her: Beren came, And doom fell on Tinúviel That in his arms lay glistening. As Beren looked into her eyes Within the shadows of her hair, The trembling starlight of the skies He saw there mirrored shimmering. Tinúviel the elven-fair, Immortal maiden elven-wise, About him cast her shadowy hair And arms like silver glimmering.

[JRR Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring, A knife in the dark, Song of Beren and Lúthien]

finally an occasion to post my versions of Beren and Luthien! their meeting had always reminded me of a fairytale, so I took inspiration for the pose & scene from La belle dame sans merci by John William Waterhouse . the story of Luthien and Beren reminds me a little of the John Keats’ poem ‘La belle dame sans merci’, where a knight meets a fairy lady in a forest, that tries to bring him into her subterranean realm, albeit Luthien is a very different character from the fairy lady of the poem. 

Medias: watercolor & sepia ink on paper.

PLEASE DON’T REMOVE THE TRADEMARK NOR REPOST MY ART WITHOUT PERMISSION

#silmarillion #tolkien #luthien #beren #luthien and beren #beren and luthien #luthien tinuviel #tinuviel #song of beren and luthien #lay of leithian #tolkien art #silm art #tolkien elves #*mine: art

[whats-in-a-sentence]

The leaves were long, the grass was green,

The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,

And in the glade a light was seen

Of stars in shadow shimmering.

Tinúviel was dancing there

To music of a pipe unseen,

And light of stars was in her hair,

And in her raiment glimmering.

There Beren came from mountains cold,

And lost he wandered under leaves,

And where the Elven-river rolled

He walked alone and sorrowing.

He peered between the hemlock-leaves

And saw in wonder flowers of gold

Upon her mantle and her sleeves,

And her hair like shadow following.

Enchantment healed his weary feet

That over hills were doomed to roam;

And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,

And grasped at moonbeams glistening.

Through woven woods in Elvenhome

She lightly fled on dancing fleet,

And left him lonely still to roam

In the silent forest listening.

He heard there oft the flying sound

Of feet as light as linden-leaves,

Or music welling underground,

In hidden hollows quavering.

Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,

And one by one with sighing sound

Whispering fell the beechen leaves

In the wintry woodland wavering.

He sought her ever, wandering far

Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,

By light of moon and ray of star

In frosty heavens shivering.

Her mantle glinted in the moon,

As on a hill-top high and far

She danced, and at her feet was strewn

A mist of silver quivering.

When winter passed, she came again,

And her song released the sudden spring,

Like rising lark, and falling rain,

And melting water bubbling.

He saw the elven-flowers spring

About her feet, and healed again

He longed by her to dance and sing

Upon the grass untroubling.

Again she fled, but swift he came.

Tinúviel! Tinúviel!

He called her by her elvish name;

And there she halted listening.

One moment stood she, and a spell

His voice laid on her: Beren came,

And doom fell on Tinúviel

That in his arms lay glistening.

As Beren looked into her eyes

Within the shadows of her hair,

The trembling starlight of the skies

He saw there mirrored shimmering.

Tinúviel the elven-fair,

Immortal maiden elven-wise,

About him cast her shadowy hair

And arms like silver glimmering.

Long was the way that fate them bore,

O'er stony mountains cold and grey,

Through halls of iron and darkling door,

And woods of nightshade morrowless.

The Sundering Seas between them lay,

And yet at last they met once more,

And long ago they passed away

In the forest singing sorrowless.

"The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring" - J.R.R. Tolkien

#book quotes #lotr #lord of the rings #jrr tolkien #tfotr #the fellowship of the ring #beren and luthien #beren #luthien #tinuviel #song #singing #love song

[dreamgirledward]

HEY has anyone seen that video about aragorn being the antithesis to toxic masculinity because im thinking about it again <3

#thinking about aragorn singing the song of beren and luthien at his own coronation being showered by flower petals 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 #i literally only have lotr on the brain sorry #aragorn #lotr #return of the king #lotr rotk #sammy.txt