#adunaic

[silmarillion-ways-to-die]

#weird tolkien facts #elwing #earendil #pearl took #pearl gonna get that necklace #frodo baggins #Maura Labingi #adunaic #tolkien legendarium #Tolkien languages #tolkien #jrr tolkien #lord of the rings #silmarillion #the hobbit #lotr #lotr rop #lotr trop #fantasy #lotr memes #tolkien memes

[lesbiansforboromir]

balîk hazad an-Nimruzîr azûlada // seven ships of Elendil [went] eastward

Firiel’s Song || Lament of Akallabêth

(Updated-Quenya translation for Firiel’s song can be found here)

#rings of power #rop #the rings of power #trop #numenor #elendil #anarion #isildur #akallabeth #adunaic #middle quenya #quenya #firiel's song #lament of akallabeth #lord of the rings #tolkien #mygraphic #mygraphics

[ettelenethelien]

Comparative Studies, or Twice on the Verge of Falling  

The Rimôn fresco of Elwing is considered to be one of the greatest artworks of the Late Classical Era. Found in the courtyard of the old Helcaril Villa (itself a marvellous example of architectural trends during the reign of Tar-Elendil), it occupies a relatively modestly-sized, but excellently exposed niche across from the entrance. Aside from the considerable fame the artist had later gathered, it remains remarkable both for its vividness of emotional expression, contrasting to the usual art style of the era, and for the number and fame of its copies.  

The best known of these is the one gracing the lesser courtyard of the villa Surë-or-Falmar. Indeed, the glory of the two is so closely interwined that it seems impossible to ascertain which had contributed to the fame of the other more. And yet the effect of the copy wildly differs from that of the original artwork.

The Rimôn Fresco depicts the figure of the young Elwing standing on the cliff with her back to the churning waters below. She is poised halfway toward the drop, as if on the verge of throwing herself in, one hand clasping the Silmaril at her neck. Wind whips at her torn dress and loose hair. A rarity among artworks confronting the subject, it depicts neither the enemy she is facing, nor the the transformation into bird itself. The figure stands alone - and seems strikingly young. Beholders oft remark that it is hard to believe she is meant to depict a wife and a mother.  

The wild and violent atmosphere of the fresco, even though, as with most Classical works, it depicts no blood, and despite the aforementioned lack of actual fighting shown, made its artistic quality fall under scrutiny in its day. From diaries, journals and letters of the period we can, however, see that it proved intriguing enough that people would come visit the Helcaril Villa only to see it in person - and that it won over many of those who were originally critical. Thus it is difficult to ascertain whether the changed nature of the Surë-or-Falmar villa Fresco was intentional on the part of the copyist, or the sign of an inexperienced hand.  

The name of the copy's painter has unfortunately escaped history. The style is typical to the reign of Tar-Meneldur, though an exemplary of its genre rather than a dull attempt at imitating fashion. The colour combinations are soft, slightly more so than in the Rimôn Fresco, the lines clean, and the light hazy. The figure depicted is in the exact same position as that in the original artwork.  

Viewers of both frescoes predominantly agree, however, that despite the technical skill the painter has exhibited, the Surë-or-Falmar Fresco lacks something of Rimôn's Elwing. The posture is just a little less dynamic; the cliff's edge (perhaps unconsciously or accidentally) removed slightly father from Elwing's feet, making her situation seem something less desparate. The wind's effects hardly seem those of a real gale, and more an aesthetic choice. One of the most interesting judgements has been pronounced by Herunimon of Eldalondë in a letter to his cousin, Rilendur, son of Verahil, dated 24th Nárië, 901: "The S.o.F. figure seems less the Lady Elwing fenced in by foes and making a tragic choice, but more the heroine of one of those new romances, unsure whether to flee the scene after a man has confessed his love to her, or to accept his proposal - or, I hardly know, perhaps such heroines lead more exciting lives than I would guess (...) - but anyhow, the fresco seems more like a coloured plate in a rich novel, than a mural depcting a tale of the Elder Days. All in all, there is not one element which does not fit. But taken together, the effect is incongruous." (Collected Letters, volume II, as accessed from the Royal Library in Romenna)  

(from the Romenna Journal of Artistic and Literary Studies)  

***

Editor's note: Remembering the considerable public outcry after the publication of Songs of the Elder Days: Lyrics, History and Analysis, the University of Romenna along with its subsidiary organisations seek to make it understood that the views of authors, as regards the addition or not of Lord and Lady before the names of Lord Eärendil and Lady Elwing, do not necessarily represent its own. Were the University to be flippant, it might also seek to ask why proper respect being accorded to the Lord and Lady seems to be held in greater importance than that it be accorded to the Valar, but the University understands that this would bring on public outcry against it from people on both sides of the moro-political divide, so it shall keep its silence.

#A.k.a. adventures in drawing - when your sketch has more life in it than the clean copy. #I imagine this to belong to the later #but not yet Akallabêth-adjacent era of Númenor. #The era of exploration and friendly interchange is slowly giving way to imperialism #the divides are beginning to become semi-entrenched in society #and the fear of mortality is there -- #but it has not begun to consume every waking thought of the people suffering it #it is not illegal to hold to the old ways #and elves are still admired by many. #Surë-or-Falmar should translate to “Wind-over-Waves” #though I cannot be sure I did it correctly. #Rimôn is a name invented by me #supposed to sound at least a bit Adunaic; the other names are meant to be Quenya. #my post #Númenor #Elwing #tolkien #Silmarillion #silm #in universe texts #peoples of arda #in universe documents #in-universe meta #in-universe academia #fictional academia

[theclisterz]

i realize for pride i hadn’t drawn any queer ppl yet so here’s my ocs, cynth & aduna :]

#my art #art #FORVIN #FORVIN game #forvin cynth #forvin aduna #oc #oc art #cute couple #lgbtqia2s+ #lgbtqia+ #queer #lesbian #lesbian art #i luv them #i have some really old art of them (like 1year ago) and it looks SO UGLY #but now they are pretti.....

[maironsbigboobs]

For @aspecardaweek: aroace Tar-Míriel (and some Númenorean OCs I have grown attached to very fast, haha)

Ar-Zimraphel and her companions discuss marriage.

“And Father says I may wed him, but Mother says he is too young, and – “

“I do not see what your desire is to wed, Inzilkali.”

Ar-Zimraphel’s chambers were often full of this kind of talk; it was the hazard of surrounding herself with young attendants, always eager to discuss matters of love. The queen thought she had heard the tale of Inzilkali and her lover no less then fourteen times in the past few months. Azrabanâth, who had finally worked up the courage to interrupt, sat behind the queen, combing her dark hair into braids.

“What joy is there in marriage? I would rather not wed a man, and if I had no choice, it would not be one so boyish.”

“Have you never been in love, Azrabanâth?” Inzilkali sighed, deep and wistful, and reclined back on the couch, the tight curls of her hair spilling over the arm. Azrabanâth would change her tune if it were a maiden she could wed, Ar-Zimraphel thought, amused by their bickering.

“Not with a boy. You and he are still too young to wed.”

“You sound like my mother.”

Ar-Zimraphel herself had no desire for love; no charming suitors had never moved her heart, though men had called her fair and graceful, had brought her gifts and wrote her songs. Women had fawned over her beauty, praised her grace and wisdom, compared her to the golden sand for the warmth of her skin and the dusk for the rich black of her hair. But none of them had moved her heart (nor any other part of her, except perhaps to draw a smile when they amused her). She envied Azrabanâth’s bold stance: she was the third daughter of a lord, and she could afford to spurn marriage if she wished. Ar-Zimraphel was not so fortunate.

Her gaze drifted down to her hand, adorned with a glittering blue jewel; Ar-Pharazôn’s wedding gift. She was fortunate in one regard. Her husband had no more desire for her than she for him. Or rather, his desire was her claim to the throne, and not herself: there was neither love nor lust in their marriage.

The arrangement had been her idea, though she liked to let Ar-Pharazôn think she had been charmed by him. On her father’s death, there had been few supporters of his daughter. Outspoken and brave they had been, but not enough to withstand her cousin’s claim. Ar-Zimraphel had made a choice then, before any offer had been made to her. She would not give up the royal sceptre so easily. She could not have it by her own right, as was her due, but she would be a queen nonetheless. Ar-Pharazôn had proposed to wed her, to make her his queen, if she would support his claim.

Perhaps this was why she had been born the way she was; perhaps it was best her heart was given to none, so none may break it. She loved only Númenor, her people, and the sea.

“Forgive the interruption, my ladies, but Lady Azrabanâth speaks truly.” The voice came from by the door, where a young guardswoman stood her watch. She wore the dark gold and black of Zigûr’s followers – she suspected the wizard to be planting spies among her. “I am no noble lady, but if I were, I should think I have as much right as any common girl to refuse a husband, if she did not love him.”

“Aglaril,” Inzilkali rolled her eyes as she turned to look at her, “You do eavesdrop terribly. Even common girls know love.”

“Not I.”

“I do not see why,” Azrabanâth chimed in, “A lady may not wed another lady.”

“And she desires not to wed a lady, either?”

“You are being – “

“Ladies.” She raised her hand, and silence fell as the three of the them focused their rapt attention on her. “There is no need to bicker; might it be that thou art all correct?”

The women waited for her to continue – ah, she did not blame them for their confusion. By the years of their people, they were all young and hot-blooded. Wisdom the people of Númenor had been blessed with, but wisdom still had to be learned, and she would share it, if they would listen. Not least because she hoped to put them all at ease.

As a girl she had wondered if she were made wrong, when she had not giggled over training soldiers in the courtyard, or flushed when they took her hand at dances. If she could spare these youth the same confusion, she would. Was it not the role of a queen to care for her people, to guide them, to comfort them?

“In matters of marriage, there is no one answer.” She could not say she did not love Ar-Pharazon in front of one of the wizard’s servants. “A woman may love a man, or a woman, or none at all – these things may be of concern when she decides if she is to wed, but they are not the only factor. To be wed is to be partnered, and respect must be the foundation, not only love, whether one is a farmer’s daughter or a princess.”

Inzilkali sat up.

“You are wise as ever, your grace.” Ar-Zimraphel noted how her eyes darted to Azrabanâth behind her, and how the gleamed with victory. “If only my parents had such sage advice.”

Ah, she thought she had won.

Wisdom was not taught in a day, after all.

#(not published-Silmarillion compliant #but let women desire power) #tar miriel #aspecardaweek #my fic #i did not learn adunaic for this so excuse the possibly improbably names

[theoppositeofprofound]

We’ve established that Miettë is a valid Quenya name but must also acknowledge that Cýrîn (pronounced Karen in some parts of Doriath) is an acceptable Sindarin name.

#I’m working on Chad I think it might have to be adunaic

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

13: rebirth

(behold! pile of numenor hcs. urudani is grumpy and sauron is having an annoying day)

The great black Stone sits in its cradle atop a high hill, seas of wheat to the north and water to the south. Few are those who come before the Stone and its keepers these days, for the Kings’ Men trust only to the Stone they keep in the court of the King and the Elf-friends have withdrawn even from this the nearest of Stones to Rómenna, busying themselves with their own preparations.

Urudanî dismisses the other Stonekeepers and sits vigil alone in the simple fane that houses the Oathstone, watching the tides and the rocking ships. The bay ripples beneath the long shadow of the Meneltarma in the setting sun. The Elf-friends below have spared as little thought for her as the Kings’ Men in Armenelos, bound to this hill by unbreakable vows unless the Stone should be rolled away. What space have they made for her and the other Stonekeepers, while they make ready to flee? Perhaps the other keepers will escape, but should the end come tonight, she who has remained behind as the chief keeper of this Stone will be trapped here alone with no recourse that does not damn her by oaths forsworn.

The King’s advisor, the priest, the fallen lord brought back from shores Urudanî has never seen comes to her in the bloody evening light, tall and fair before the Stone.

“Hail, Stonemaiden,” he says. “Our King sends his greetings to the Keeper of Dulguzimir and his thanks for your service.”

“Orossar receives you,” she says solemnly, hiding her smile at the faintest of changes in his expression at the name. “Speak with care before it and it will do you no harm.”

“I have come to study Dulguzimir,” he says. “Our King commands it, and I would learn its secrets.”

Urudanî’s lips lift in a cold smile. “Has Sakalzimir not yielded even to you?” She steps down from the fane and into the shadow of the Stone. “I am not surprised. The Oathstones answer to few, and even then not readily. You desire knowledge of their workings? Such things do not come cheaply.”

“Should you but wish for it, it will be provided,” he says lightly. “The King-”

“I do not speak of the King.” She turns to him and extends one hand, the other resting on the cool, smooth surface of the Stone. “I can teach you. Come, and watch.” He takes her hand cautiously, and with a sharp jerk she pulls him to the stone and sets his hand beside hers. “Have a care, Zigûr,” she says softly. “Greater and lesser are bound alike here. Do not speak idly. But hear me: I will teach you the secrets of the Vandassari, but not for nothing. I am not unlike the rest of my people: I desire not to die. You will grant me this, if it is within your power, and then you will have your knowledge. Do you accept?”

“I accept,” he says after a long and terrible silence. The Stone warms beneath their hands and Urudanî smiles, warmed herself as it binds them to their word. It is, too, the confirmation she requires that he does have some power at least to forestall death.

“Ah, so you can,” she says. “How interesting.”

He pulls away, holding his hand and watching the Stone distrustfully. “I will return in the morning,” he says abruptly. “Prepare your lessons.”

A great cloud looms in the west, arms outspread like eagle’s wings.

---

“Hail, Stonemaiden. It has been long since our last meeting.”

Barad-dûr thrums beneath their feet, and there brilliant among the obsidian and dark steel is Naldassar, wound about with strange runes and twisted metal arms.

”You swore then to explain the workings of the Vandassari,” he says.

“I did,” Urudanî replies, holding herself as if she still stood in Orossar’s fane above the bay despite all the terror of the Dark Lord in the heart of his power, ignoring the wraith and his orcs that dragged her here. “You swore to make me undying.”

Sauron offers her his hand, and she takes it, and is unsurprised when his hand closes burning about her wrist and drags her nearer. In the other hand he raises a thin, dark-bladed knife and sets it to the inside of her arm.

“So I did. Let us both, then, keep our promises. As you said, we are bound alike.” Gulthauk cuts, and Urudanî screams as she is reborn, first of the Gúrzyul and, perhaps, the most dangerous.

#lotro #my stories #feat. i poked at adunaic for names a little but Wow do i not have time to get too deep into linguistics today #i will elaborate on so many points and idk if that's a threat or not #it's wild i'm not even that invested in urudani personally #urudani

[ceburealestate88]

BUNGALOW BEACH HOUSE CEBU @ ADUNA DANAO

#BUNGALOW BEACH HOUSE CEBU @ ADUNA DANAO LOT AREA: 180 sqm FLOOR AREA: 89 sqm Bungalow Single Detached Master’s bedroom with toilet and bath

[holytrickster]

also i finally finished the silm earlier and oh my god i understood narn i chin hurin so much better this time. like i know the whole thing isn't included but the fact the main parts are mentioned *after* i knew who the heck everyone in it was and where everything was happening made it so much more understandable now than when i first read it back when i was like 14 bc i went like hobbit -> lotr -> children of hurin with a lot of time in between where i forgot stuff

#bc i remember the first time i read it i was so lost like “where the fuck is doriath and dor lomin and all these places who are these.. #..people. why wont turin come back. why does this man have to change his name every five seconds. whos morgoth?“ and so on #like i especially remember going “why is anglachel/gurthang like...evil. yeah you said this guy who made em is 'the dark elf' but what does #..“does that actually mean? he could just be goth i dont fucking know why we don't like him” and reading it now i was like Oh. Haha. Fuck. #i think its funny the main thing i remembered was being like “damn i love beleg and mablung”. past aimenel knew what was up #unrelated the hunting of the wolf was metal as fuck????? #i say that like it doesn't apply to so much in the silm but like. bro #i thought the whole “of beren and luthien” chapter was gonna be kinda boring bc i knew about most of the main stuff that happens already but #i was actually getting back into it all as i was reading #its weird i thought the audiobook would help but i think it was too slow #bc i had like ~8 hours left but reading it myself it took nowhere near that #i like hearing how people read for different characters and stuff and also i like knowing how things are pronounced bc even with the.. #basic pronunciation thing in the back i still definitely fumble some names when i read them in my head lol. thinking about how many.. #...different ways ive heard Eärendil for instance #or like not knowing for YEARS that dh is th. #dont get me started on how fucked up i probably read anything thats in there in adunaic #butchering every name in the akallabeth speedrun any%

[drivemysoul]

he was SUNSHINE i was midnight RAIN he wanted it COMFORTABLE i wanted that PAIN

#taylor.txt #im listening to my aduna and oberon playlisf again xx

[ionmarkelargazkiak]

#euskal herria #gipuzkoa #aduna #natura #natura hila #tximeletak #insektuak #zoorakeriak #heriotza #iphonekeriak #iphone 11 #ion markel argazkiak

[undercat-overdog]

I sent in a message of support to ao3 addressed to the tolkien tag wranglers, thanking them for changing some of the canonical tags, thanking them for their work, and asking if they will continue, voicing my support for that.

It's an accessibility and readability issue, especially with ship tags, for fans with dyslexia. (And those without too - it took me years to be able to read them without triple checking and even now I still mostly browse through filtering on character and ship tags because the fandom tag itself is too hard to decipher if my eyes are tired. I know others feel the same way; most exchanges ask that people nominating don't use piped tags for a reason.)

(Yes, I had issues with other things about the pipes, such as why some names were used and others weren't, and really, does "Maedhros | Maitimo" help you when people also use Russandol and Nelyafinwe and Russo and Nelyo and whatever else? But my main concern, and the reason I hope they continue, is readability)

The changes to the canonical tags don't affect existing works (ao3 has a policy of not changing tags on published works), but authors themselves can always change (or delete or add) tags. However, for new works the pop up will be the new canonical tag (e.g., it will now suggest "Fingolfin (Tolkien)". It also does not delete existing works. I've seen a couple people confused on that one, so want to be clear: no works are deleted by ao3 when they change the canonical form of a tag.

One other thing: piped tags (ones with a | in it, e.g., "Name | Other-name") are not "Quenya" tags. Some characters, such as Nerdanel or Manwe, only have Quenya names so that is their "main" one. Other times a non-Quenya name is the second element in the tag. The Silmarillion mostly uses Sindarin names for characters, but plenty appear with a Quenya name (and some with Adunaic or Westron). "They're taking away the Quenya names" isn't the accurate or correct way of describing this.

#send in a note of support if you want! #changing it is a ton of work! #ok i do hate mairon but down with mairon is not the main reason i support the change and hope they continue with it #accessibility/readability should come first #(also if there's some new people in the wrangler team i'm curious if they'll start canonizing the single-fandom freeforms) #(ridic that 'kidnap family' isn't a filterable tag)

[theclisterz]

in love <3

#wanted to remind myself i Could Draw Humans #art #my art #oc art #forvin #forvin game #forvin cynth #forvin aduna #cynth x aduna #cute #human art #ship art #angst #she's TOTALLY not hallucinating aduna there i promise *wink wink*

[blitzy-blitzwing]

if there's any chance your still drawing Hazbin OC's, here's one I made a little while ago

Her name's Aduna, she's a fluffy lil moth gal :D

A moth, you say? 👀

#sure I’ll doodle a moth #hehehe #my doodles #HHOC #Hazbin Hotel

[find-arato]

how to tell tolkien's languages apart: a beginner's guide

sindarin: looks & sounds like elvish

quenya: chaucer ass elvish (þe olde elvish for the nerds) and there's a lot more weird little things above the letters

khuzdul: if you can pronounce words in a deep voice without laughing then it's khuzdul. also consonants and the vowels have little hats on them

adunaic: even more little hats. also dashes' heaven. also you will laugh if you try to say something out loud

#ar-sakalthôr father of ar-gimilzôr #come on #tolkien #silmarillion #sindarin #quenya #khuzdul #languages

[sweetearthandnorthernsky]

not really an insult so much as a.... series of weird sayings/euphemisms I'm very :smoothie: about currently, but 'Earendil's barnacles' is something I can imagine people from Dol Amroth saying...

I am right there with you thinking about this Intently TM

ooh i like that, it's going into the List! i also feel like saying someone is dishonest and/or an oath-breaker is Really Bad considering what faramir says [we are truth speakers, we men of gondor, etc etc] & then the whole. oathbreakers in the paths of the dead….

#unrelated but i know for a fact that in adunaic 'zimrat' is a dual plural for jewels... zigur[a?] zimrat..... #not that anyone would say that to sauron's face i assume they'd want to actually live #between the mountains and the sea #sticky note tag #sae stuff