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outofangband · 11 months
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Sea and water themed Adûnaic board! 
Adûnaic was the language of Númenor and though its original forms were mostly lost after the fall of Númenor, its presence in Middle Earth during the second age led to it becoming a key part of Westron, one of the common tongues of Middle Earth during the Third Age and beyond. 
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bilbo-babe · 2 years
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Captain Elendil - Earendil, elenion ancalima -
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tragedykery · 3 months
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I love going completely overboard with worldbuilding as soon as I get an idea for an au. will this be mentioned in the fic? probably not. am I doing it anyway? of course
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mindsmade · 6 months
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repose - muse a languidly slips into muse b’s arms while muse b is lying somewhere ( sh & aeren — surprise me with who’s who! )
@weaveshadows / meme
Aerendyl’s never shied away from touch, whether he be on the giving or receiving end, so there’s something uniquely strange about his doubt these days. With Shadowheart having made clear they need time to sort through their thoughts, he’s done as asked; vowed to keep his distance until approached.
So far, he’s found refuge in Shadowheart’s open declaration of devotion that followed their escape from that nightmarish realm. ‘Now and always,’ they said. He sees no reason to doubt that — not when thinking rationally. The Gauntlet of Shar and the immediate aftermath of the choice they made there even begged careful consideration on his end.
But he’s not without anxiousness tonight, increasingly concerned her distance might be a prelude to something more permanent yet as it stretches on, hour by hour.
He lies in his bedroll now, stewing in his burgeoning disquiet. It well near drives him onto his feet in a last-ditch effort to walk it off, but the pitter-patter outside his makeshift stone hut pins him in place. Only his head lifts from the pillow so he can peer at the entrance beyond his feet, and there he finds the answer to all the questions that have plagued him this very night.
Could such timing be predestined?
He doesn't try to answer that, and Shadowheart doesn’t dawdle — foregoing even a single word before entering. He’d question any other on why they’re here, but with her, he knows. His gut feeling’s not often been wrong, and for the sake of self-preservation, he won’t challenge the relief it instills into him now. This is an approach, and thereby an end to uncertainty. He feels it.
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The moment Shadowheart languidly helps themself to his space, Aerendyl shifts to the side, largely sacrificing the warm spot on his bedroll in exchange for its cooler edge.  ❛  There you are.  ❜  His arm extends away from him, accommodating her in such a way that she can rest her head on it. The other loops across her middle, guided there by her own hand as her front settles against him, no less.
There’s that flutter in his stomach again. He's no longer a stranger to the sensation of it around her ( because of her ). Every bit of tension falls away from his body under its light caress, and he sighs into the embrace.
❛  I’ve missed you, you know?  ❜  He dips his chin as he inhales the scent of her hair. Incense, tea rose, and black orchid all pour forth from those newly moon-touched tresses. They make for a comfortingly full-bodied, earthy smell. He commits the combination to memory once more. Never again will he be able to smell these things now, without thinking of Shadowheart. ❛  Tell me you'll stay.  ❜
Those words, he thinks, can be taken two ways: in the immediate sense ( don't leave my side tonight ), and the lasting, spun-out sense ( stay with me, always ). Both are rooted in that same desire for their presence, and therefore equally accurate interpretations.
Slowly, he shifts somewhat — sliding a little ways down the bedroll to come eye-to-eye with Shadowheart. ❛ Now and always, yes? ❜
Perhaps words are wasted here. Why utter an affirmation when there's a wealth of gestures that would far more effectively drive the point home? Aerendyl's nose nudges theirs in a bid for that coveted closeness, intimacy, before he presses further. The kiss that ensues starts light, yet the urgency behind it seeps through before long, and directs even the grasp of his hand along her waist. He needs them closer, still; against him in full.
The spell breaks only for his need to breathe. He smiles as he succumbs to it. ❛ I feel compelled to take that as a 'yes', izrê. ❜
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cilil · 5 days
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✧˖ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 °.
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Are you looking to name a Maia or Vala OC or to write about an Ainu character, but aren't sure how to name them/refer to them? You've come to the right place! Here's a fun little breakdown of Ainur names (there's also a tldr at the bottom for quick answers). Hope it helps!
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Level 1: What others call them (near, far, wherever they are)
Much like other characters in the legendarium, Ainur have different names in different languages and their identities may be seen differently depending on which culture they're currently interacting with.
One great example for this is Gandalf. His original name in Valinor was Olórin (related to "olos"/"olor" which means dream or vision), while the name Gandalf came from old northern Mannish and means "Wand-Elf". To the Dwarves, he was known as Tharkûn, which is Khuzdul for "Staff-man", and his Sindarin name was Mithrandir, which means "grey wanderer". These are just a few examples of his various names and nicknames, but you get the idea.
If you have other characters referring to the Ainu in question, consider which language(s) they would speak and see if a name has already been given to that Ainu in the specific language. Otherwise you can translate one of their existing names or give them a new one based on how you think the culture/group of people whose perspective you're currently writing would view the Ainu. An example to illustrate the latter: On Númenor Mairon was referred to as Zigûr, which means "wizard" in Adûnaic - fitting for a sorcerer.
As for the Ainu(r) character(s) you're writing, consider that they may also need different names in different languages depending on who they interact with. Ainur are omnilingual and will typically introduce themselves according to the language others around them speak. Depending on how open they want to be with their identity, they may simply give a slightly altered version of their name that reflects the other language (for example the Adûnaic version of Melkor is Mulkhêr), translate their name or make up a new one or accept one that was given to them. However, the name they identify with and use in their inner monologue may be a different one*... and this is where we move to the next level.
*Important side note regarding this: While Morgoth and Sauron are commonly used names for Melkor and Mairon, these names were given to them by other people and are intended to be derogatory, so even though it's not always explicit in the text, we can safely assume that they do not self-identify as such and stick to their more "flattering" original names.
Level 2: Quenya
When Ainur are introduced in canon, a Quenya name is usually given as their "real" name. Again, Olórin is an example (one among many) for this.
Having a Quenya name is pretty essential for every Ainu who lives in/has ties to Valinor and can be important for the ones in Middle-earth too depending on the time period and how they self-identify. Be sure to look up the Quenya names of existing Ainur characters and have a Quenya name ready for your OCs, unless they were never in Valinor and explicitly cut themselves off from their kin and culture. Gothmog might be an example for this, being an Ainu who is pretty much exclusively identified with a Sindarin name and seems to at least not object to the usage of his "evil Balrog name"/isn't mentioned to identify with a different name instead. However, even in such a case consider that other Ainur might still remember the character in question by their Quenya name and continue to use it.
Level 3: Valarin
As you probably know already, Valarin is the language of the Ainur that they created when they began taking physical forms. While they still use it among themselves and some Valarin words were adopted into Quenya, the alien and at times unpleasant sound of Valarin prompted them to learn Quenya instead to converse with Elves.
Would the Valarin name be a more "accurate" name of an Ainu, given how it was their first language and they only later translated their names? You could say that, and some authors have chosen to use Valarin names for that reason.
However, the main issue with Valarin is that so little is known about it and it can be intimidating and/or infuriating to even try using it aside from the few known Valarin names, which are:
Aȝūlēz (Aulë) Arōmēz (Oromë) Mānawenūz (Manwë) Oš(o)šai (Ossë) Tulukhastāz (Tulkas) Ullubōz (Ulmo)
Alright, don't panic. Valarin is, at least in my humble opinion, not a must. The texts themselves use Quenya, the Quenya names are a translation of the Valarin names and the Ainur in general are known to self-identify by their Quenya names a lot, for example Mairon liked calling himself "Tar-Mairon".
If this however isn't satisfying to you and you would still prefer to have Valarin names ready for the Ainur you're writing, but can't make much of what little is known (less than 20 words and names respectively), you can still "make up" your own Valarin rendition of the Quenyan names. Here's how:
If you look at the ones I listed above, you may have already noticed that there are strong similarities between the names. Manwë, for example, comes from the Quenya root "man" with the ending "wë", and you can see these elements being present in his Valarin name as well. So I'd suggest you take the Quenya root and simply... make up a name that sounds like it could be proper Valarin (yup, we cheese it). To give you an example I've seen floating around in fanon: Melkor's name comes from the Common Eldarin (common ancestor of all Elven languages) "melek"/"mbelek", which means powerful (root "bel"/"mbel"), and Valarin names people use for him are usually some variant of "(M)Belekorōz".
Level 4: "True Names"?
But wait, some of you may say, didn't you say that the Ainur only invented Valarin when they took physical forms? Yup, I sure did. The Ainur in fact existed before language was even a thing - as spirit beings who communicate telepathically (via good old ósanwë) by nature they don't need it among themselves.
And this why I think not even the Valarin names are technically the "true names" of the Ainur and that they in fact don't have "one true name". Given how the use of ósanwë, especially in an environment like the Timeless Halls where no physical barriers exist, allows them to pretty much project their entire identity, emotional state and being to one another, there should have been no need for names. Rather, they would have "titles" or "descriptors", a sort of summary of who their identity and function. You can arguably see that in Melkor's name still: "He who arises in might".
Now, again, what I'm saying in the paragraph above isn't explicitly spelled out in canon, but rather the conclusion I've come to after researching and thinking about it. I would also advise against giving various Ainur half a sentence as their original "name" for your Timeless Halls fics - I thought about it, but realized it would be both obnoxious to write and unpleasant to read.
[TLDR] To conclude my advice is this: Quenya as the original/default name is completely fine, you can create a Valarin version if you want to and otherwise you may need additional names in other languages depending on the setting and situation, as outlined in level 1. With that being said: Happy writing and character creating!
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Tolkien’s canon supports a racially diverse portrayal of Middle-earth
I’m tired of people complaining about diversity in depictions of Tolkien’s work, and I’m tired of these people calling themselves “Tolkien purists”, as if they have canon on their side. They don’t. 
People who are actually Tolkien purists: have strong feelings about what the LOTR movies changed and omitted from the books; can quote the source material with scary levels of accuracy; have extremely strong opinions on obscure topics; probably taught themselves how to read tengwar... things like that.
People who are not Tolkien purists, and should never be called Tolkien purists: anyone arguing that all of Tolkien’s characters have to be portrayed by white people.
To start off with, most people already know that some characters in Tolkien’s works, like the Haradrim, are coded as people of color. But they’re generally unnamed antagonists and they appear in the story briefly. I want to talk about whether or not there are people of color among Middle-earth’s protagonists. And the answer is yes. 
So-called “Tolkien purists” often dismiss the idea that people of color exist in Middle-earth because, they argue, it’s a sort of “fantasy Europe.” The problem with this argument is that Europe has never been 100% white. So, this line of faulty reasoning can be ignored completely.
Second, Tolkien never stated that all of his heroes were white. Some of them, for example some of the hobbits, are described as having brown skin, which could apply to people of a variety of ethnicities. Others, such as the Elves, are described in ambiguous ways that could also describe people of various ethnicities. Other characters have no visual descriptions at all. People who think that all of Tolkien’s heroes must be white don’t actually have any grounds to prove it, and it reveals a lot more about them than it does about LOTR.
Third, people dismiss the idea that people of color exist in Middle-earth because, they argue, Tolkien based his stories on Northern European myths and cultures—and he did, although they should refer back to my first point: Europe has never been 100% white. But if you’re one of those people who says, “There can’t be people of color in Middle-earth, because Tolkien based his stories on myths from Northern Europe, and wanted to write a mythology for England!” then you’ve just revealed that you actually know very little about Tolkien’s worldbuilding.
Because, yes, Tolkien did draw inspiration from many Northern European myths, cultures, and languages, but he had other inspirations as well. According to one of his maps, Tolkien envisioned Gondor lying at about the latitude of Italy. Do you really think there’s no one of African or Middle-eastern descent in Italy? And that’s just the beginning. Tolkien also based the crown of Gondor on the crown of the Pharaohs of Egypt, and likened its architecture to Egyptian architecture—that means Gondor canonically takes aesthetic and cultural inspiration from an African kingdom. In a letter, Tolkien also identified Minas Tirith with the Byzantine Empire, which at one time included parts of modern-day Italy, Slovenia, Croatia, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Montenegro, Serbia, Kosovo, Albania, Greece, North Macedonia, Bulgaria, Romania, Crimea, Turkey, Cyprus, Crete, Sicily, Sardinia, Spain, Morocco, Algeria, Tunisia, Libya, Egypt, Israel, Palestine, Lebanon, Jordan, and Syria—if I haven’t missed any. He also drew inspiration for Adûnaic and Khuzdul from Hebrew. 
You can’t have it both ways: if you believe that Tolkien’s inspiration from Northern European myths, cultures, and languages means his characters have to be white, then you are forced to concede that if he also drew inspiration from North African and Middle-eastern civilizations, cultures, and languages, then some of his characters have to be people of color, too. You can’t use canon to prove that all of Tolkien’s protagonists were white, because he never said they were, and if you do some research, you’ll just find more and more evidence that actually fully supports a diverse Middle-earth. There is an undeniable influence on Tolkien’s worldbuilding from places outside of Northern Europe, and all of this would suggest that he envisioned at least some of his protagonists to be North African and Middle-eastern. Not only that, but people move around; the Byzantine Empire traded with China and India, and was most likely full of people from all over the place. 
I want to add that, although this post was sparked by the discussion going on about The Rings of Power, don’t mistake this for a gesture of support for the show. While I’m strongly in favor of more diversity in portrayals of Middle-earth, Amazon systematically discriminates against people of color and has sold racist material on their website for years, so they shouldn’t receive praise for doing the bare minimum to create a diverse cast. They’re selling the aesthetic of diversity in a fantasy world while remaining hostile to it in reality.
And I’ve said a lot about Amazon elsewhere, but the main point of this post is that people have no right to call themselves Tolkien purists if they think all the heroes of his stories have to be white. I will also note that so-called Tolkien purists are up in arms over the very idea of a Black Elf, but they don’t seem very concerned with Amazon’s significant changes to Tolkien’s actual stories—compressing the timeline of the Second Age, for instance, which is an extreme departure from canon. Anyone who’s more upset about people of color playing Elves and Dwarves than they are about changes to actual canon is not a Tolkien purist at all, and they don’t know very much about the canon they claim to respect.
As a final addition, I don’t think readers need permission from the source material to interpret the characters the way they want to. If you want to draw Tolkien’s characters as people of color, you don’t need to write a dissertation with footnotes proving that it’s exactly what he intended. But I do see a lot of people creating diverse fan art and saying, basically, “I don’t care if this contradicts canon!”—and there’s nothing wrong with that approach, but are you sure it contradicts canon? Or is canon actually quite vague and open to interpretation when it comes to characters’ ethnicities? It’s important for Tolkien fans to remember that the actual source material here is way more friendly to these interpretations than a lot of people believe, and we need to reject the exclusionist rhetoric of the so-called “purists” who think canon is on their side when they claim that Middle-earth is exclusively white. They’re wrong. Canon is not on their side.
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❝ "Come, Mulkhêrînim, and do not be shy. The Elf-prince is yours to use tonight, for this is how the Lord rewards his loyal subjects." ❞
⊱ Prompt: Pillory/stocks, free use ⊱ Pairing: Númenórean cultists x Maglor, Mairon ⊱ Synopsis: Mairon captures Maglor and brings him to the Temple of Melkor as a gift to his loyal followers. ⊱ Featuring: The Cult of Melkor is also a deranged sex cult now because Mairon said so, references to past Angbang ⊱ Warnings: Non-con, ritualistic gang rape, sadism & voyeurism (on Mairon's part in particular), the prompts by themselves
𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Another one for @tolkienpinupcalendar's Dead Dove December; we're nearing the end (one more regular chapter that I have already written plus a bonus fic I'm currently working on).
Mulkhêrînim - (Adûnaic) - Children of Melkor. Thought it would be a lovely way for Mairon to address them like that as an ultimate affront against Eru. Translation by me with the help of this dictionary (because in the Tolkien fandom even the nasty porn needs linguistics!)
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"I have a special gift for you today, oh faithful Mulkhêrînim." 
His loyal cultists mumbled among themselves when Mairon presented them with the exquisite treat he had captured. 
At first glance, it appeared to be yet another captive, like the innumerable amount he had caught in the service of his lord – a dark-haired man, albeit handsome by incarnate standards, was kneeling on the dais in front of the altar, his head and hands secured by a hastily erected pillory, naked save for a flimsy loin cloth. 
The more perceptive among Mairon's followers, however, had already noticed what made this one special: The pair of pointed ears sticking out from the mess that was his hair, almost defiantly announcing his identity as one of Ilúvatar's immortal children. 
"Is that an Elf?" one of the cultists gasped, pointing at the helpless prisoner. 
"Indeed it is, very good," Mairon purred and stood next to the Elf in question to almost tenderly pull his hair out of the way to show them off. "But not any Elf; I have captured one of royal blood." 
The whispering among his followers intensified, and he savoured the tension before the anxiously awaited revelation. 
"Meet Prince Makalaurë, also known as Maglor, the last living son of Fëanor!"
Laughing and jeering erupted from the crowd, their faces changing from curious to ravenous within seconds. Maglor, however, remained quiet, merely pressing his lips together and hardening his gaze. 
I suppose his dear brother told him what happens to those who talk back, Mairon thought with a pleased smirk. 
"Our minstrel's lonely wanderings have finally come to an end, so that he may grace us with his presence instead," he declared with a grand gesture, smugness bleeding into his tone like black ink dripping into water. 
"Will he be a sacrifice to the Lord?" a younger cultist asked. 
Mairon laughed. Oh, Melkor would be delighted to witness this scene; he could practically hear his gleeful laughter echoing through the temple from beyond the circles of the world, could see his eyes gleaming with dark amusement, could feel his joy – but he swiftly tore himself away from his memories and imagination, lest he be distracted for too long. 
"Perhaps he will be in time," he drawled, "though for now he shall serve you." 
His mortal followers, while loyal and so very eager to attain the immortality he had promised, didn't seem to grasp the meaning of his words, looking up at him expectantly. None had the courage to ask. Mairon suppressed a sigh of exasperation and the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose and stepped aside so they could properly admire Maglor's scantily clad form.
"Have you never dreamed of getting a taste of what we will conquer? Of enjoying the pleasures of immortal flesh?" He chuckled. "Such rare blood is too precious to spill with haste, would you not agree? After all..." 
In one swift movement, Mairon raked his claw-like golden nails down Maglor's back, drawing blood and eliciting a piercing scream. 
"He has such a beautiful voice, for which he is renowned to this day. What a waste it would be to not enjoy his illustrious company..." 
Murmurs of agreement rose within the crowd, and a few cultists came closer, looking up at their high priest as they waited for permission. Mairon stepped back to make space for his followers and beckoned them with an elegant wave of his hands, causing the golden bangles on his arm to clink and tinkle. 
"Come, Mulkhêrînim, and do not be shy. The Elf-prince is yours to use tonight, for this is how the Lord rewards his loyal subjects." 
A heady mix of lust and greed filled the room, and he inhaled it eagerly, a warm shudder going through him. He was going to enjoy this spectacle greatly. 
Had he caught any other Elf, he would have to be worried that their fëa would all too soon flee to Mandos, unable to endure such violation, but the Fëanorion's ill-fated oath would keep him chained to his hröa. 
Robes billowing behind him as if moved by an unseen tempest of malice, Mairon strutted around the altar and leapt onto the lap of Melkor's statue with feline grace, taking a seat like a king would sit on a throne. 
"Do you see that, precious? Almost like home," he whispered to the statue and pressed a reverent kiss onto the cold marble hand, exactly where his ring would have been. 
Maglor didn't scream when his loin cloth was torn off him, nor when greedy hands explored his body and fondled him like a common whore. He didn't grace his captors with any pleas or protests. Only when one cultist knelt behind him and forced his cock inside, he finally cried out. 
Mairon smiled. Awaken their lust, and they are reduced to mere animals, as you taught me yourself. 
The scene unfolding in front of him was chaotic, erratic and filthy, just like Melkor would have loved it. The Man's coupling with their Elven captive was frenzied and hasty, gripping his hips with his knuckles white, chasing his pleasure. Maglor himself was soon silenced – in spite of his wonderful voice and the lovely sound of his screams – by another cultist forcing his mouth open to shove his cock down his throat.
"Let's see what else he can do with that talented tongue of his," another commented on the act, followed by raucous laughter. 
Mairon considered chastising them for not appreciating the beauty of a voice trembling with pain and despair, but instead kept a serene expression as if it had been an amusing statement. He couldn't quite fault them for it; after all, mortals were ever so impatient, and their new toy had many of them to satisfy. 
Whenever one finished inside of him, another would take their place. A young initiate was sent to retrieve some oil for additional lubrication and returned with a pitcher containing the very same sacred oil that was used in their ritual sacrifices – another thing too entertaining to be irked by, and thus Mairon remained silent, smiling and nodding along whenever one of his followers looked up at him for encouragement. 
"Let us see if they can break him, precious," he whispered to the statue. 
Maglor's head hung low whenever no one held it in place, though he had little room to move. The pillory kept him upright even as knees gave in, and seed had begun leaking out of him and down his thighs. Mairon was delighted to see droplets of red marring creamy white and caught the distinct scent of blood. Still, it didn't stop his followers from using their new toy like wild beasts mounting one another during mating season. Some also opted to help themselves before or after their turn, spilling onto whichever part of Maglor they could reach. 
Mairon hadn't paid attention to the passage of time, but he estimated a few hours had passed when they were finally done with the Noldorin prince, readjusting their robes and withdrawing from him while glancing up at their master. Abandoning his comfortable seat on the statue – though most unwillingly – he stepped closer to survey the results. 
Despite no longer being gagged, Maglor was eerily silent. His entire form was stained with viscous white, his face in particular, his lips were swollen, his legs trembling, his hole loose and leaking. 
Mairon graced his followers with a bright, pleased smile as if they had done him a great kindness and placed his fingertips together. 
"Well done, Mulkhêrînim. Our Lord shall look down upon you with benevolence and grant his favour to those who stand against his enemies." 
Maglor let out a small snort, yet the spark of rebellion was short-lived when Mairon backhanded him across the face with graceful elegance that belied the force of his blow. 
"Now take our guest to the King's dungeons and make accommodations worthy of a prince." 
The sweet smile on his face then twisted, showing sharp teeth, and his voice darkened as he added, "And make sure he cannot escape, lest you wish to invoke our Lord's wrath." 
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theelfmaiden · 1 year
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Base your language choice on whatever you like, you don't have to be studying any of them, you may just like how they sound or look when written!!! Please specify in the replies if you wanna 🥰 and have fun!!!
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saurons-pr-department · 9 months
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The biographical info on Sauron's page on Tolkien Gateway always makes me laugh. It's the ridiculously long list of names. It's the ostentatious titles ('Lord of the World' among them). It's the having 'nearly took over all of Middle Earth' as something he's notable for. It's the being affiliated with Maiar and Angband but not Mordor/Barad-dur. It's the only 'possibly' knowing how to speak Westron and no mention of any knowledge of any Elvish or Southern or Eastern languages despite these kind of being somewhat relevant. He does speak Adûnaic though.
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khorazir · 3 months
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I was wondering how you decided your username 'Khorazir'? What it means? Google showed all about your pages not the word. How do you pronounce it ? Do you decided it at random or idk you just like the sound of it.
Hiya, and thanks a lot for your question. I’ve used the name khorazir (or Khorazîr as it’s spelled correctly) for a long time, starting on Tolkien messageboards. I wanted Faramir as a username, because he’s my favourite character from Lord of the Rings (book only!), but it was already taken. So I picked the name of a character I had created for fanfic purposes. Khorazîr is a Haradan, and the name is Adûnaic (meaning something along the lines of “friend of the king”). Somehow, the name stuck, and I’ve used it ever since.
It’s basically pronounced as it’s spelled, with stress on the first syllable: ‘o’ as in lock; ‘a’ as in father; ‘i’ as in deer; first ‘r’ slightly thrilled, not rolled.
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queerofthedagger · 1 day
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get yourself a friend who will listen to you go on an hour-long mad rant about some possible linguistic inconsistency in the worldbuilding of your latest brainrot that has literally zero bearing on that one throwaway line you're writing and overthinking, and who will not only listen but have an absolute blast (affectionately) laughing at you being an absolute goddamn nerd even though only very roughly knowing what you're even talking about. but also if someone could tell me whether Eru is a Quenya/Sindarin/Adûnaic word, if it would have made it into common westron and the Hobbits casual vocabulary, and if it would have theoretically existed before the invention of (Elvish) languages or whether it would have been a different name / no name because technically there was no language. that would be great. like. i know 'Eru Ilúvatar' is somewhat common but Ilúvatar is clearly marked as Quenya whereas Eru seems to have contradicting sources and also yk predates. the creation of elvish languages in the narrative so. anyway
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buggreawlthys · 5 months
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The use of the circumflex in other languages such as Adûnaic or Dwarvish has no special significance, and is used merely to mark these out as alien tongues (as with the use of k). -Appendix E: Writing and Spelling
Jirt: "I just spent 70000 words detailing every instance & process for Latin transliteration of Elven phonemes, but these guys get the 'just make it look foreign' treatment."
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absynthe--minded · 2 years
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I need everyone to know that according to the Amazon show, Pharazôn
has a kid
named that kid Kemen, which is not an Adûnaic name or even an Adûnaic word in the first place
“Kemen” is a Quenya word meaning “Earth” with a context of soil/fertile crops (Kementári/Earthqueen is an epithet for Yavanna)
he named his son Dirt. literally he named his son Dirt in a language OTHER than the one he’s famous for championing
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shiftingtomydrs · 1 month
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Fame Dr
still bored and on 11% battery without a charger lmao
Name: Anastasia Joanna Tolstoi
Birthdate: 11.11.1991
S/O: Orlando Bloom (born 1985 bcs I put lotr into 2009 instead of 2001)
Nationality: Russian-British (born in russia but since i live in the UK i got the dual british nationality in 2019 btw i have no idea if thats possible i havent researched that yet haha so if its not pls tell me)
Job: Actress, Singer, Songwriter, Businesswoman
Years Active (actress): 1992-present
Years Active (singer-songwriter): 1997- present (songwriter), 2005 - present (singer)
My Filmography (not finished yet): Here
My Discography: Just taylor swift mostly like really I just copied all except like 1 or 2 songs and then 2 original albums im gonna make a seperate post about
My hobbies: horse riding, singing (kinda also my job but anyway), fencing, ballet, figure skating, song writing (again, also my job but also hobby)
Languages I speak: Russian, English, Spanish, French, German, Finnish, a bit of Japanese, a bit of Polish, tiny bit of Greek
Fantasy languages I speak: High Valyrian, Elvish, Orcish, Khuzdul, Dothraki, Klingon, Adûnaic
Awards: I haven't exactly worked it out yet but definitely a few oscars, grammys, golden globes and more haha I'll add a link once I'm done with planning it :)
Parents: Haven't worked out names yet but my dad is a doctor and my mum owns a ballet studio
Sibling: 1 older brother (2 years older) named Adrian
Idrk what else to add but it'd be great if you guys could ask me some questions haha if you have any <3
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serregon · 1 year
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I watched this shit so you don't have to, here's a not-quite-exhaustive-but-certainly-exhausting list of things that actually happen in the rings of power
Gil-galad is not just the king of the exilic Noldor, he's the king of every single elf apparently, even the Silvan elves. don't like those colonialist implications.
a lot of humans are racist against elves. Arondir gets called "knife-ear" by some Southlanders, and apparently they stole this term from the Dragon Age series?? couldn't even be assed to come up with their own slurs.
and what do they do to the first black elf in the Lord of the Rings? they throw him into slavery for an episode.
the Silmarils are not just shiny rocks that make people greedy, they are some kind of life batteries for the elves. because they contain the light of Valinor, the elves can only live away from Valinor if the Silmarils are still around.
Mirithil is not just a fancy metal, it's the essence of the Silmarils. Mithril somehow works as a substitute Silmaril Life Battery for the elves, and elves need Mirthil or they'll all just drop dead.
also one of the Silmarils is just chilling in some random fucking tree.
Celebrimbor just tells Elrond that he doesn't give a shit that his parents are gone, as long as they have the Silmarils.
Pharazôn, who banned the Quenya language in Númenor, gave his OC son a Quenya name for some reason. it's not like the creators didn't have the rights to use the Adûnaic language, they call Tar-Palantír by his Adûnaic name.
Halbrand, the worst character in the show, is the secret long lost king of the Southlands. he was running from his past, so he’s definitely not an Aragorn knockoff. the second he shows up in the Southlands everybody immediately bows to him. no ancestral ring, no questions, no background check whatsoever, just "well this guy said he's the king so he's the king".
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