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naarisz · 21 days
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I've found out that you can add filters to your pictures with tumblr's photo editor.
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I Númenor'd him.
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lesbiansforboromir · 1 year
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Spare a thought for the cartographers of Pelargir who had to throw out literally every map ever done of their lovely, simple, flat Middle Earth because now the whole fucking thing has been stretched around a globe (???) and this fucking Merenor guy has come up with this infuriating cylinder projection that, whilst vital for nautical maps in order to keep every line as a constant bearing, now means you have to draw the Forodwaith like 35% bigger than it actually is and you’re sure the religious trauma is bad for some people and okay there’re two new kingdoms now and Numenor is destroyed or whatever but you REALLY don’t have time to think about that because you’ve gotta fucking REINVENT THE WHEEL OF CARTOGRAPHY suddenly at the ripe old age 210 because some jolly mathematician in Umbar confirmed using two pillars 158 lár apart that the shadows are different lengths at the same time of day now, which means not ONLY has Arda become round, but we have an approximate circumference of about 4153 lár WHICH IS A FIGURE YOU NEVER THOUGHT YOU’D BE ABLE TO GET and now you owe that blasted Elvedui fellow 200 castar over a drunk bet you made 100 years ago that Arda was only 2000 lár long from west to east that you didn’t actually believe you just thought it was funny when he got so angry about it TRULY!! You are suffering more than Turin Turambar right now.
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cilil · 3 months
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Mairon talking to his Melkor statue on Númenor like Gollum talks to the ring in increasingly unhinged soliloquies
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serene-faerie · 3 months
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After watching the Lay of Leithian rock opera, I was inspired to make this poll:
Please reblog this poll for more answers!
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isilwhore · 2 months
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And Sauron urged the King to cut down the White Tree, Nimloth the Fair, that grew in his courts, for it was a memorial of the Eldar and of the light of Valinor…
…and Isildur said no word, but went out by night and did a deed for which he was afterwards renowned. For he passed alone in disguise to Armenelos and to the courts of the King, which were now forbidden to the Faithful; and he came to the place of the Tree, which was forbidden to all by the orders of Sauron, and the Tree was watched day and night by guards in his service.
At that time Nimloth was dark and bore no bloom, for it was late in the autumn, and its winter was nigh; and Isildur passed through the guards and took from the Tree a fruit that hung upon it, and turned to go. But the guard was aroused, and he was assailed, and fought his way out, receiving many wounds; and he escaped, and because he was disguised it was not discovered who had laid hands on the Tree.
But Isildur came at last hardly back to Rómenna and delivered the fruit to the hands of Amandil, ere his strength failed him. Then the fruit was planted in secret, and it was blessed by Amandil; and a shoot arose from it and sprouted in the spring. But when its first leaf opened then Isildur, who had lain long and come near to death, arose and was troubled no more by his wounds.
-J.R.R. Tolkien, Akallabêth, The Silmarillion
The Life of Isildur: 1/10
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gwaedhannen · 2 months
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But Eärendil came never back to the lands that he had loved.
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ayaosguqin · 1 year
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“The Admirable deceiver”
Getting ready for his inspirational speech
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rittare · 10 months
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Ar-Zimraphel and Ar-Pharazon, the last queen and king of Numenor.
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fitolop · 3 months
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The Silmarillion, Akallabeth
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I think there should be a montage of fan art of Mairon about to be bodied by the wave in Númenor backed by that really pathetic and shit recorder cover of the Titanic song
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camille-lachenille · 7 days
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Day 6: Númenor
S.A. 3262
By decree of the King, the tongue of Elves is banned from speaking and writing under penalty of public whipping.
By decree of the King, the worship of the false gods is punished with death by immolation on the altar of Our Lord Melkor.
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Transcription from Tengwar: alcar i Ataren ar i Yondon ar i Airefean tambe engë i et...
These are the first two lines of the Catholic prayer Gloria Patri as translated in Quenya by Tolkien.
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atane-is-here · 7 months
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Akallabeth, before the fall
Pride & Humility
@deadlysinsofangbang
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curufinrod · 2 years
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A Man and an Elf ?
- Circumstances arose... - We are companions by chance.
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cilil · 4 days
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Sometimes, for comedic purposes, I like to imagine how various situations the Valar council found itself in would have turned out if Melkor was part of it.
Take for example Númenor. While Manwë is panicking and getting ready to call dad, Melkor can be seen climbing onto the nearest rock for dramatic effect and cackling maniacally as he pulls an asteroid from outer space and drops it on Ar-Pharazôn's head. Unfortunately Varda and Ulmo realize what's happening too late because they were busy trying to calm Manwë down so he can focus.
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aotearoa20 · 3 months
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Zigûr and Tar Miriel
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“To whom do you pray, Highness?” She blinked. A heavy question, riddled with loyalties she’d never confirmed one way or another. A small smile hooked around her face; the truth will not aid him either way. It is the smallest of victories but she clung to it nonetheless. “I haven’t prayed since I was a little girl.” “That’s wise,” She didn’t hear him approach, only shivered as he put his hands on her shoulder and spoke softly behind her ear. “Best to avoid such disappointments.”
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isilwhore · 1 month
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Nine ships there were: four for Elendil, and for Isildur three, and for Anárion two; and they fled before the black gale out of the twilight of doom into the darkness of the world.
And the deeps rose beneath them in towering anger, and waves like unto mountains moving with great caps of writhen snow bore them up amid the wreckage of the clouds, and after many days cast them away upon the shores of Middle-earth.
-J.R.R Tolkien, Akallabêth, The Silmarillion
The Life of Isildur: 2/10
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