| Tolkiendil | Christian | Adhd | Female | Into gothic literature and their musical adaptations now for some reason | "Now ye may suppose that this is foolishness in me; but behold I say unto you, that by small and simple things are great things brought to pass; and small means in many instances doth confound the wise."
Gandalf/Manwë hearing elves singing songs of praise about Varda, and listening in silence while at the same time having to summon every ounce of willpower not to sing with them, because if he does he'll start crying halfway through the song because he misses her that much. And trust me, it's happened before. Several times, actually.
-Unfinished Tales pg 278
Many of the Faithful believing Gandalf to straight up be Manwë in disguise really makes me rethink the kinds of interactions Gandalf would have had with a majority of the Faithful. It would certainly make for some interesting (and potentially very comedic) interactions between the two if a lot of the Faithful actually believed that Gandalf was literally Manwë in the flesh.
Gandalf: *walking by, just minding his own business*
The Faithful, staring in awe: omg its MANWË 😲😯 WE'RE SAVED
My fiancé got me to watch the Lord of the Rings movies, and as a result I have been obsessed with the lore. Then I saw that video of squeaking baby crocodiles in a bath tub and went "I wonder if baby dragons sound like that?"
I am a little bit crazy about everything about Lúthien, because:
You're the daughter of the king of Fäery, more or less. Your mother is older than the world, and to you, metaphysics is something familial. people call you a half-maia and that's not exactly correct because you either are or aren't, but you're your own category of eruhini and that might be even stranger to think of. You have no idea how old you are; your people didn't count years back then.
There is so much power inside you sometimes, more than your body and soul can bear, so you let it out in dancing and flowers bloom under your feet. You leak power and leave trails of nimphredil as you walk.
Your mother talks with the sun and moon, and you smile at them in the sky. Once, Oromë used to ride in these parts and your mother would speak with him, and you too, sometimes. The world had no limits for you back then, and you could go alone from the shores of the sea to the lands beyond the mountains. You would drag Daeron with you on those journeys, but since then the lands have grown more dangerous. You could deal with the dangers you think.
You would be the key to Doriath, and to Nargothrond, if captured.
You feel every encroachment of the dark in your very soul. You run off to dance alone, and, for a while, the sickness passes. others don't seem to feel this so deeply or so overwhelmingly. You wonder what is beyond the world.
And far away, as Frodo put on the Ring and claimed it for his own, even in Sammath Naur the very heart of his realm, the Power in Barad-dûr was shaken, and the Tower trembled from its foundations to its proud and bitter crown. The Dark Lord was suddenly aware of him, and his Eye piercing all shadows looked across the plain to the door that he had made; and the magnitude of his own folly was revealed to him in a blinding flash, and all the devices of his enemies were at last laid bare. Then his wrath blazed in consuming flame, but his fear rose like a vast black smoke to choke him. For he knew his deadly peril and the thread upon which his doom now hung.
From all his policies and webs of fear and treachery, from all his stratagems and wars his mind shook free; and throughout his realm a tremor ran, his slaves quailed, and his armies halted, and his captains suddenly steerless, bereft of will, wavered and despaired. For they were forgotten. The whole mind and purpose of the Power that wielded them was now bent with overwhelming force upon the Mountain. At his summons, wheeling with a rending cry, in a last desperate race there flew, faster than the winds, the Nazgûl, the Ringwraiths, and with a storm of wings they hurtled southwards to Mount Doom.
My thoughts on what made Artanis "only woman to stand that night among the quarelling princes" and "eager to leave and have her own kingdom" Galadriel go live in Doriath under the tutelage of a Maia Queen right upon arriving in ME, is that it was the news of Fëanor's death.
Yes, she hated him, but she did not think he would get killed just like that, and the shock of it pushes her to realise there is no way this is going to end well. And she's smart enough (and possibly foresighted enough) to stay out of the way for most of the fallout.
I just realized that since nobody slipped past the Girdle of Melian without her knowing, she had to be aware of Beren’s arrival. And she must’ve put two and two together upon noticing her daughter coming back from long “walks in the woods” every night, skipping and singing with a joy she’d never expressed before. So while Lúthien’s dad was outraged when he found out she’d been sneaking off with a Man for months, her mom not only knew the whole time, but was fine with it.
The Sickle of the Valar but instead of a sickle it's a frying pan that Varda has used and will use to beat Melkor (aka her ex-boyfriend) over the head with. They just decided to call it a sickle because the 'Frying Pan of the Valar' isn't as intimidating. Fear the Frying Pan of Doom Melkor YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED
Another day, another “why didn’t Victor just make a woman with missing body parts to gift as a custom-made wife-slave to his other creation :// worst human being in history!!”
He also often does it-talking to himself-whenever he's around any particularly large bodies of water, be it a river, a lake, the sea, or even when it rains, just in case Ulmo is listening.
-Unfinished Tales pg 278
Many of the Faithful believing Gandalf to straight up be Manwë in disguise really makes me rethink the kinds of interactions Gandalf would have had with a majority of the Faithful. It would certainly make for some interesting (and potentially very comedic) interactions between the two if a lot of the Faithful actually believed that Gandalf was literally Manwë in the flesh.
Gandalf: *walking by, just minding his own business*
The Faithful, staring in awe: omg its MANWË 😲😯 WE'RE SAVED
Gandalf, spinning around: Manwe?! Where?!
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