#minas ithil

[mushroomates]

some boromir headcanons

he likes to eat spicy food. he cannot handle the spice, but keeps eating it anyways.

he stays up during merry and pippin’s watches during the night. half because he wants to keep them awake and give them company, half because he’s pretty sure they wont be paying attention.

best hugs. he will kind of pick u up while he hugs u.

would wear a fanny pack.

his favorite food is chicken. he likes any kind of chicken. also likes apples.

decent story teller. can recall gondor’s history easy. when he starts talking about it, he becomes very passionate and has been known to yell or cry while retelling events.

carries around a packet of dirt from gondor around with him for good luck.

tried to make his own brew. went blind for a little bit after trying it. gimli fuckin loves it tho, tried it at gondor and brought a batch with him.

has dogs. took in a stray while patrolling the city, named him Minas. Minas lived a long and happy life, and afterwards Faramir brought him a puppy who he named Ithil.

he is also allergic to dogs. insists otherwise.

his men call him “big brother boromir” behind his back. he pretends not to know.

once pippin called him dad and he coasted on that high for weeks

afraid of heights. will not admit it.

great with babies. would carry faramir around. his dad let him even though boromir was only five at the time, and faramir would try and wiggle out of his arms.

he whittles!!! or carves. works with wood. he made little trinkets for the hobbits in his spare time during the journey. he made pippin a little wooden dog and merry a rabbit because merrys kinda afraid of dogs. he made a bill the pony for sam after moria and was working on a cat for frodo before he passed away. it was in his pocket, half made. the didn’t spot it before he sailed away.

made faramir toys when they were younger- whole barnyard full of animals and some important gondor land marks. also a mini version of their family. faramir passed this down to pippin, who passed it down to his kids. it’s now a family heirloom.

dyslexic. faramir would read to him while he carved trinkets and such.

the fellowship goes out of their way to visit this shrine. he also has one in gondor, rivendell, and just outside of lorien.

boromir tried to teach merry and pippin wood carving once. pippins carving tools were quickly confiscated but merry learned how to make a boat.

merry officially took up wood carving after his death. he makes little boats for the hobbitlings and they have a race every summer down stream.

he also taught the hobbits how to make said boats, so when they’re older they hold the race themself. afterwards, they take the winning boat down to the graveyard.

boromir has a grave in the shire that the hobbits put gifts on, including said boats. it’s on the edge of the forest by the river. the fellowship all come to visit. some things left include: flowers, hot sauce, wooden toys, notes, homemade jam, pretty rocks, and some of farmer maggot’s produce. farmer maggot does not know of this.

#gondor #boromir son of denethor #boromir #faramir #faramir son of denethor #denethor #merry and pippin #peregrin took #meridoc brandybuck #the shire #lotr #lord of the rings #the fellowship of the ring #the fellowship #the two towers #minas ithil #boromir headcanons #lord of the rings headcanons #lotr headcanons #jrrt #jolkien rolkien rolkien tolkien #jrr tolkien #tolkien headcanons #tolkien #hobbits #boromir and faramir #boromir and his hobbits #boromir deserved better #gondor headcanons #middle earth

[theworldsoftolkein]

Minas Morgul

#tolkien legendarium #isildur #minas morgul #minas ithil #nazgul #ring wraiths #the witch king #the witch king of angmar #angmar #necromancer #mordor #middle earth #jrr tolkien #the lord of the rings

[dsst]

Paler indeed than the moon ailing in some slow eclipse was the light of it now, wavering and blowing like a noisome exhalation of decay, a corpse-light, a light that illuminated nothing.

#minas morgul #tolkien #JRR Tolkien #lotr #lord of the rings #middle earth #fantasy art #nazgul #fell beast #minas ithil #illustration

[rptv-tolkien]

Minas Morgul (?)

by Michael Green

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There was no caption for this picture but it appears to be the fortress of Minas Morgul.  At first I thought it might be Barad-dûr but there appears to be no eye and no Mount Doom nearby.  Then I thought it might be Cirith Ungol but the surrounding land looks too flat.  Because it has bridges, I believe that this is probably a picture of Minas Morgul.

#minas morgul #lord of the rings #tolkien #JRR Tolkien #LOTR #minas ithil #Michael Green #Mordor #middle earth #morgul vale

[lesbiansforboromir]

Headcanon entirely but what if originally, the two cities that Anarion and Isildur built were not called ‘Minas Anor’ and ‘Minas Ithil’, they were just called the eastern and western fortresses. The names were given colloquially by their populace as Anarion and Isildur’s influence and legends grew until the names were so ubiquitous that even Anarion and Isildur themselves began to use them.

#anarion #isildur #minas anor #minas ithil #minas tirith #minas morgul #text post #erran vs tolkien #tolkien

[ryan-is-a-god]

#shadow of war #shadow of mordor #fit check #l'oréal #because you're worth it #minas ithil #talion #celebrimbor #tolkien #lotr memes

[hhimring]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Gondor, Minas Ithil, Númenor, Druedain - Freeform, Book: Unfinished Tales of Númenor and Middle-earth Summary:

It is the time before the War of the Last Alliance, before the first fall of Isildur's recently built city of Minas Ithil to Sauron's attack.

One of its inhabitants is sensitive to the unseasonable weather; she does not quite realize she is also suffering from premonitions.

#minas ithil #oc #ficlet

[tenth-sentence]

Many of the people that still remained in Ithilien deserted it.

"The Lord of the Rings: Appendices - Appendix A" - J.R.R. Tolkien

#book quote #lotr #lord of the rings #jrr tolkien #appendices #appendix #annals of the kings and rulers #the numenorean kings #gondor and the heirs of anarion #ithilien #minas morgul #deserted #minas ithil

[threefourths-gay]

A number of problems regarding Gondor can be solved by Isildur simply asking himself: "Why the FUCK would you build a city on the doorstep of Mordor?"

Yes yes, Minas Ithil likely began as a military watchtower much like Minas Anor/Tirith and Isengard, but it was then designated as the capital of Ithilien and thus all the trappings of a capital city had to be accounted for as well, primarily the PEOPLE WHO LIVE THERE. That requires, beyond the infrastructure needed to support civilians, the acknowledgement that the most economically and politically important place in one's fief is within a stone's throw of the most orc-infested and volcanically-active region in Middle-Earth. As the Dúnedain have just witnessed the collapse of their civilization, one would think Isildur would have a bit more consideration for his refugee peoples (while Númenor had pre-existing colonies in Lebennin and Belfalas, I imagine the lands of Anórien and Ithilien were settled primarily by the Faithful followers of Anarion and Isildur). While a fort for defense purposes is feasible in the Morgul Pass like the fort above Cirith Ungol, a capital city is not. Considering that it had already been ravaged once by Sauron during the War of the Last Alliance, one would think the Gondorians would learn their lesson and relocate their province's administrative capabilities to another, safer location like perhaps the Emyn Arnen, where the later Steward's halls would be located. With a fortified capital elsewhere, Gondor would stand the chance of reclaiming a Morgul Pass citadel as it would have protected distant population to draw support from as well as the ability to reinforce a vulnerable East Osgiliath. But alas, Minas Anor's eastern twin was lost, its palantír lost to Sauron, weakening Ithilien and opening up its lands to ravaging and raids, including Eastern Osgiliath, paving the way for the capital's decline.

#lotr #Gondor #Minas Ithil #Minas Morgul #Ithilien #Isildur #you dumb motherfucker #I have many feelings on provincial administration #and that includes how one man's stupidity ruined a perfectly good sun moon duality #Tolkien

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

What about 40 with anyone you haven't used yet but want to?

(this isn't what i was expecting to come out for this one! had fun though <3 vaguely set summer 1944 TA):

“You do deserve this,” Silmahtar says, prodding Eärnur sharply in the back. “We spent all yesterday at the forges with you-”

“-and we didn’t even get to touch anything!” Macilnis adds from his other side. 

“But Leithian?” Eärnur protests, pained. “Again?”

“It’s Macilnis’s favorite,” Silmahtar says solemnly. “...and it’s what my uncle said they were performing tonight.”

“We don’t have to come to Lindalírë to see a show,” Eärnur says, doing his very best not to look like he is sulking, because they are right and he did promise and he will never hear the end of it otherwise. Not that I’ll hear much of it at all with them, he thinks sourly, but he settles into his seat as an expectant hush falls over the crowd in the Song-house.

It’s a good thing he knows the story well, he thinks, when Macilnis elbows him to ask about snacks ten minutes in. Eärnur contemplates passing snack duty to Silmahtar, but he is already watching with rapt attention. Eärnur groans to himself, but he gets up and crouch-runs down the aisles towards the stands of little wrapped moon-cakes near the exit.

“My apologies,” a woman in the livery of the Ithil-citadel says, touching his shoulder lightly. “I do not mean to interrupt your evening, but I have a message from your lady mother.” Eärnur’s mouth goes dry.

“What is it?” The messenger hands him a thin paper, folded and hastily sealed with his mother’s sign. “Thank you,” he makes himself say, cracking the seal and holding it up to the dimmed lanterns of the cake-seller’s stand.

Eärnur, it reads, in his mother’s cramped hand, hurry to Barad Cúron when the show is over. Best bring Silmahtar and Macilnis, too. There is news from your father- and from the north.

He tucks the paper into a pocket and gets another moon-cake. He slips back to his seat and stacks the cakes beside Macilnis, who is idly braiding her own hair (hair she vehemently insists she is not growing out just because she’s heard the Lay of Leithian one too many times). Silmhatar is still enraptured with the performance, but Eärnur is still glad for the dim lights here that hide his expression from the young cousins. Macilnis whispers half the lines along with the performers, but for once she refrains from a running commentary. Maybe it’s because she and Silmahtar aren’t sitting beside each other this time. Eärnur will have to remember that for next time. 

He hardly hears the show anyway, sunk too deep in nervous speculation over what news could be dire enough for his mother to summon them straight back to the citadel but not dire enough to take them from the middle of the show. The King had gone north; he knows that much. What news has there been? Whatever it is, he doesn’t think it’s made much of a stir in Minas Ithil yet. He hopes that’s a good sign.

#lotro #ask games #my stories #there are many background thoughts about earnur's mom and why they're in minas ithil to begin with #but earnur is too busy trying to have a nice evening to be thinking about it much #he's like. sixteen here i think? #i dunno if i'll end up keeping these age hcs for sil & macilnis but. it worked for this so #thanks friend :D #earnur #silmahtar #macilnis

[rohirric-hunter]

Why tho

#lotro #tested the minas ithil one and yeppers #still outputs ember worthy crafts #and they messed something up because the ironfold one didnt used to #i was actually super excited for the minas ithil one to switch to motes #i have literally never completed the craft for motes quest #i have no idea where i can reliably find dwarrowgleam or black adamant shards #(i can count on one hand the number of times i have found black adamant shards in mordor resource chests) #(and you need TWENTY-ONE to complete the quest. where the hell do they think im finding 21 of these things) #(and then dwarrowgleam shards are just random. no guaranteed drops as far as i can tell) #but yeah anyway like i know where to get ithilharn shards #thats. reasonably achievable by someone who spends less than 40 hours a week playing this game #anyway. off to report this because i want a dependable way to earn motes and cant be bothered to do mordor or gundabad repeatables #although tbh mordor repeatables will leave you lousy with motes #(which are useful because they can be traded for figments. to be clear. im not buying tons of underleveled gear or w/e.) #(i want the stupid kitty cat armor)

[newvegascowboy]

Wait ok what the fuck is the timeline of shadow of war because the first act is about the fall of minas ithil but gollum is there but when gollum was in possession of the one ring he wasnt in mordor and isnt in mordor until after bilbo takes the ring to the shire like?????? What series of events am i supposed to believe here??

#not fallout #kal talks #when does minas ithil fall? #and how old is gollum? like 500?

[lotro-tooltips-daily]

(tumblr is weird about letting me add images to submissions on desktop, so I hope using the askbox is ok for this!)

Image ID: A LotRO tooltip that reads: "Minas Ithil Parchment. Crafted by Celeair. Item Level: 116. Merchants' papers, notes between friends and lovers, a Minstrel's song ideas. Minas Ithil lives on in these small remembrances. This item can be used by Minas Ithil Scholars." It has an icon of a small white scroll on a green background. It is worth 5 silver and 10 copper pieces.

#lotro #ingredients #tattered minas ithil parchment #merchants papers notes between friends and lovers a minstrels song ideas. minas ithil lives on in these small remembrances #i never noticed there was a description on this i love it #is this a good way to type up image ids? ive been doing it differently but idk. this seems better #but on items with massive amounts of stats i feel like it would get dreadfully boring to listen to a screen reader read it all out

[torchwood-99]

Eowyn and the rehabilitation of Minas Morgul into Minas Ithil has completely taken over my brain. I'm obsessing over this. No one else seems to care. I'm lost and alone in this spiral of hype.

Eowyn and her husband were tasked with destroying and rebuilding the very city that had been ruled by the Witch King of Angmar who Eowyn slew in battle how do you expect me to be normal about this?!?!!

#Eowyn #Lotr #Lord of the Rings #All the headcanons #all the deeds #all the adventures and plot twists #Eowyn having a psychic connection with the land #Eowyn wakes one night when Faramir's away #shortly after the first colony has settled in Minas Ithil #she heard it screaming #her scars are burning #she rides overnight with a garrison to find it under attack #sauron fanatics/general baddies have raided it in search of fell beast eggs/magic item that will allow fell beasts to hatch #she finds a baby fell beast and after moving to destroy it ends up adopting it #she rears it and trains it in the face of much opposition #only to ride it into battle!

[shadowofwar-goober]

The Gondorians of Mordor- Retreat

The middle city was lost. There was only one course of action left, once the survivors retreat behind the last remaining safe haven in Minas Ithil.

    Already, the warning cries of the upper city’s horns cut through the sounds of the siege. The gates were closing, regardless if anyone was able to retreat to the gate or not. The surviving soldiers were already running out of time.

    “How many companies remain alive?!” The ranger, Talion, was breathless as he sprinted side-by-side with Idril. 

    “I-I do not know! S-Sergeant Tarandor and his men may still yet live, ranger!” Idril nearly tripped on her feet as the ground shook underfoot. Talion reflexively latched onto Idril’s shoulder to steady her. Idril gave the ranger a curt nod as they continued to run.

    The sound of fighting grew louder. Closer. It was total pandemonium and chaos as men and orcs clashed, one side desperately trying to retreat and beat back the side that threatened to overwhelm and overtake them wholly. 

Most of these men hadn’t seen proper action before the siege and it showed in the innumerable amount of bodies that were piled in the streets. The night spent in the lower and middle city took its toll and it left a mass grave in its wake. Idril could scarcely believe that the green sergeant Tarandor not only remained alive, himself, but seemed to have the bulk of his men still living under his command. 

No words or orders needed to be exchanged. Tarandor and his men were on the cusp of becoming overtaken. It wasn’t quite a battle of attrition, but if one or more men were to fall, the tide of battle would have been shifted too far into the orcs’ favour. 

Idril and Talion both were able to take several uruks by surprise. Six fell by their blades and suddenly, with a rallying cry, the Gondorians were able to push hard enough to cause the orcs to take pause before deciding the battle was lost. Seeing their heels brought another round of war cries from the men.

“C-Captain!” Sergeant Tarandor was red faced and winded. Exhausted, but invigorated from the sudden victory. “H-Herion-” He points towards the upper city. “H-He- They’ll need us, Captain!” Idril nodded, already turning to run.

“MOVE OUT, MEN!” 

Idril’s voice cut through the horns sounding and the rumble and crashing of marbled stone against the paved grounds. All turned to follow, the ranger and sergeant included, and continued to rush for the upper city’s gates. 

Sergeant Herion’s company was in far more dire straits than Tarandor’s was in. They were outnumbered two to one, yet still they pushed against the enemy with surprising ferocity. It gave the ranger brief pause, though he didn’t hesitate to cut down any orc that was within arms reach.

Herion was one of two sergeants who both led men that were unlike most that served in Gondor. They fought not like honourable knights but like street ruffians in the midst of a tavern fight. Once, Idril would think them uncouth, lacking in honour and respect of both the ranks they hold and those that command above them. Now? They are the difference between catastrophic casualties and acceptable loss of war. 

“D-Damn-! It looks bad!” If they weren’t in the heat of battle, Idril would have given Tarandor a proper tongue lashing for saying something so idiotic.

“No shit- It’s been bad for weeks!” Herion had scarcely broken into a sweat as he cleaves yet another uruk from shoulder to waist. Idril snarled as she separated an orc’s head from his shoulders.

“Shut the hell up and FIGHT! The gates are closing as we speak!” 

Idril wished she wasn’t speaking the truth. With their aid, Herion and his men were able to spook this group of uruks into fleeing once they saw the tide of battle shift in the Gordorian’s favour. Such cowardice was distasteful but Idril couldn’t be more pleased as the beasts scattered in the ruined streets of Minas Ithil.

“Move up, men! Sergeant Dagor is covering the gate!” Sergeant Herion shouted over the sounds of the siege. The warning horns of the upper city cut his order short, though his men didn’t need to hear him to know where to go.

“The middle city is lost! Retreat to the upper city! RETREAT!” Idril shouted to any man that may hear her. It was likely in vain but Idril would shout until her throat was raw and bleeding before she stopped ordering her men to fall back. 

The men of Minas Ithil didn’t stop fighting even as they retreated back to the upper city. Many smaller groups still fought hard against the uruks that threatened to follow them to the gates.

“Fall back to the gate! We’ll cover you! Fall back!” More fell in line with the two existing companies. Some lost their commanders, some lost their entire company to the orcs. Whether they were separated or they were killed, they all took out more and more uruks as they climbed to the upper city’s gates.

“S-Sergeant Dagor! The lower cities are lost, we must retreat!” Idril was beyond exhaustion. Pure adrenaline kept her on her feet and fighting. Sergeant Dagor nodded as he pulled his blade from an uruk’s abdomen. 

“FALL BACK TO THE UPPER CITY!” 

She didn’t think they would make it. Too much time has passed, they are too overwhelmed, they haven’t the archers to provide support- Idril’s lungs screamed for air and her arms and legs begged for rest as they became heavier and heavier with each step she took.

“They are sealing the gates! Move out- MOVE OUT!” 

The stairs leading up to the upper city’s gate is in view. Almost- Almost! Idril grits her teeth as she gives herself one last push. She needs only to cress the top of these stairs and she’s done everything she possibly could have done. Another step. One more step. One more- 

Uruks were trying to push into the gates. Idril lunges towards one with a feral snarl, cutting down one, two- 

The ranger stole her third kill. Idril shoved him out of the way as she cut down what should have been her fourth. Soldiers pushed past them both as a bone-shaking CREAK curled her toes and caused the hairs on her arms to stand to attention. 

The gates are closing. 

“Quickly! UNDER THE GATES!” The handful of men that rushed through the gate collapsed as soon as they were on the other side. Idril backed up, eyeing the uruks that already washed upon the stairs like a black wave. The ranger has yet to move from the top most step of the upper city’s staircase.

“What are you-?!” Idril nearly tripped on her feet as she only just made it behind the gate before it fell atop her head. On the other side, this mysterious ranger faced the oncoming orcs then turned to meet Idril’s gaze. 

“What the hell are you-?!” Idril was flabbergasted as the ranger raised a hand to silence her. 

“I won’t be long. Go.” Idril balked at the calmness in which he stated this. The ranger clashed swords with an uruk. A small group had converged at the gates. Idril didn’t have the energy to feel anything. Fuck.

She’s so tired… 

“H-Have archers provide support…” Sergeant Dagor nodded before sprinting up the rampart to the upper walls.

The uruks weren’t ready to assault the upper city just yet. In small groups, they were cocky and reckless, especially when they were led by a grunt-wannabe-captain. Why the hell did that fool not enter the safety behind the gates?! Something about that ranger didn’t sit right with Idril. 

He was a good fighter- likely he’s fought uruk-hai for many, many years, not unlike Idril and a few of the sergeants that served in the Minas Ithil army. She stood on the safe side of the gate, baffled as the ranger took on seven different uruks with a grace and speed that didn’t seem… human? 

Perhaps she is merely exhausted… She… Damn. 

Idril could scarcely sheath her sword, her arms burned and ached so intensely. Her legs and feet were in no better condition. Every step took monumental effort on her part. Idril nearly tripped as she walked up the steps that led to the upper wall. She swallowed dryly as a familiar set of armour reflected in the scant, overcast light of the afternoon sky. 

As second captain, it was her duty to report to her General. Even if it left her trembling and nearly heaving from dread.

@space-arsonist, @dirtymeanuruk, @sinick, @elvenmoans, @boozy-dwarf

#middle earth shadow of war #shadow of war #siege of minas ithil #rewrite #talion #idril #the sergeants that got zero attention that I want to flesh out more #tarandor #herion #dagor #talion is a damn show off #idril holds the general in such high regard that she gets sick from anxiety #bless her

[sweetearthandnorthernsky]

i was digging through some of jirt’s older poems looking for a very specific thing but i found this (the city of present sorrow) and will be crying about minas morgul instead

The windy years have strewn down different ways; And in thy walls still doth thy spirit sing Songs of old memory amid thy present tears, Or hope of days to come half-sad with many fears. Lo! Though along thy paths no laughter runs While war untimely takes thy many sons, No tide of evil can thy glory drown Robed in sad majesty, the stars thy crown.

#sticky note tag #lotro #okay look technically i think this poem is about tirion BUT i don't care it has way too much of a minas ithil/minas morgul vibe #me🤝sae: crying about this hecking city