"Hope is Kindled"
2023
'See! The beacons of Gondor are alight, calling for aid. War is kindled. See, there is the fire on Amon Dîn, and flame on Eilenach; and there they go speeding west: Nardol, Erelas, Min-Rimmon, Calenhad, and the Halifirien on the borders of Rohan.'
-"The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King", by J.R.R. Tolkien
One of the most gorgeously iconic scenes in Return of the King, and a perfect showcase of the beautiful cinematography and soundtrack in the Lord of the Rings Trilogy. I like the contrast between this scene and the earlier one at Minas Morgul, where the war beacon from Mordor was a single, great sorcerous beam, discernible from miles around; here, Gondor's beacons are but tiny specs of flame in the mountains, insignificant by comparison, but put together they have the power to change the tides of destiny.
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has anyone written gay fanfic about manning the beacons of gondor yet? like is that a full time job? you and the guy you hate are assigned to spend your lives on an inhospitable hilltop in case there's trouble, and for a long time there isn't trouble so you get used to the routine. you fell trees and farm and drink hot tea under blankets and one day stand on the ridgeline together to see distant flame.
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The beacons of Gondor for @raythecomputerart , the idea came up the moment I saw this jasper. Something about hope in the darkest hour
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So i’m watching the Beacons of Minas Tirith scene, and i’ve been wondering, what happens if Denethor and Theoden light their beacons at the same time? Wouldn’t the people lighting the beacons just stop in the middle because they have the signal coming in both directions? I think they would get stuck because if you have beacons being lit coming towards you, they can’t be lit going back to send the message to where they’re coming from because those beacons are already lit. Let me try and visualise it:
One person in the middle would see the beacon coming from Gondor and would be like “hey, we have to light the beacon so the rest of the beacons will light on the way to Rohan” and the other person would see the beacon coming from Rohan and be like “hey, we have to light the beacon so the rest of the beacons will light on the way to Gondor” but then they both get confused because beacons on both sides are lit, so no signal will go through at all, because if they light their beacon, nothing is going to happen. And the people of Gondor would not act because they dont know a signal is coming back to them, and the people of Rohan also wouldn’t act because they also don’t know that a signal is coming back. They wouldn’t be able to see the beacons being lit in their direction because they can only see the beacon closest to theirs, which would already be lit to send their message away. It would look like this:
Now i see why there’s some tensions between Gondor and Rohan. They don’t exactly have the best communication system. Don’t get me wrong, it’s cool as hell, but it’s not flawproof.
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i saw a gas flare today, which i’d never seen before
i thought a radio tower had caught on fire lol
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If you need somebody right now, just
message me,
wave you hand,
show up at my door,
give me a sign,
send your GPS coordinates,
make a BAT-signal on the sky,
light the beacons,
call gondor for aid,
...or remain silent
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✼ Erelas ✼
Chapter 1 - Forlong
Read on AO3
SUMMARY : About halfway between the capitals of Gondor and Rohan, Birandor and Yvion keep the beacon at Erelas ever-ready for a great war. But how does life go for this pair of Gondorian beacon guards, living amid the high wind and the mountain-snow? Isolated though they are, a friend or foe might appear at any moment!
CHARACTERS : numerous OC's: Birandor & Yvion, two Gondorean Beacon-guards; Tingli son of Dingli, a nomadic dwarf; Forlong, the beacon guards' road quartermaster; others will be added as time goes on. There are also references to and appearances by some canon characters including Gandalf, Legolas, Ecthelion, Sauron, the Eagles, and a Dol Amrothean prince named Angelimir.
CONTENT : humor, parody, slice of life
RATING : Teen┃WORD COUNT : 4.2k┃CHAPTERS : 1/10?
A/N : Posted on behalf of my husband, Mr. Nisile, with his permission. He says: “I lost a dare, so I had to write my first fic ever! Bring your smiles and read a while. Hot cocoa and cookies will be provided by the invisible friend. This is a work in progress, and updates will happen but I’m a bit of a slowpoke. There are more notes on AO3.” Feel free to leave any feedback - I will pass it all on to Mr. Nisile!
TAGS : @konartiste @hippodameia I also know a number of other people were interested in this work and even helped me get to the requisite number of posts to persuade Mr. Nisile to write it, but I forgot who you were. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list.
PREVIEW:
The old man was like a species in and of himself. And as a species, Forlong seemed entirely homeless—itinerating from mountainy fireplace to mountainy fireplace, growing his beard long, and smelling violently of pony-piss and tobacco. The sort of character to trundle about the world, ever on the brink of death, but outlive us all. Ever on and on.
As the indolent hoof-sounds grew quieter, Birandor watched for a long minute as the cone-shaped hat vanished down the mountain path toward Min-Rimmon. When the tip of the hat had fully disappeared, habit kicked in and Birandor’s eyes swiveled left, then right, going first to the beacon of Nardol, then to the beacon of Min-Rimmon. The beacons weren’t lit.
Birandor looked at the small heap of supplies. He hadn’t checked that its contents matched with the list they’d handed Forlong two weeks prior, but there wasn’t a need. Regardless of how ageworn, pungent or bizarre Forlong may be as a road quartermaster, he had a mania for details both small and large; the supplies would never fall short; all materials they requested one visit would be delivered with tyrannous precision upon the next.
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There was a silence again for a while. Then, 'What is that?' cried Pippin suddenly, clutching at Gandalf's cloak. 'Look! Fire, red fire! Are there dragons in this land? Look, there is another!'
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