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doodle-pops · 1 year

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If you voted, please reblog, thank you.

#silmarillion polls #middle earth #hithlum #nargothrond #doriath #lothlorien #rivendell #angband #gondolin #mirkwood #gondor #rohan #lord of the rings #໒꒱ ‧₊˚ doodlepops rambles ˚₊‧꒰ა

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outofangband · 2 months

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It's towards the end of wnter in my part of the world so I wanted to do a board for Eithel Sirion and the upper reaches of the river Sirion in winter! The fortress of Fingolfin and later Fingon was located at the source of the river Sirion. Barad Eithel, the name means tower of the well

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#the silmarillion #silmedits #edits #silmedit #hithlum

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west-beleriand · 9 months

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sate my curiosity i need to see the state of things on tolkienblr

(doriath, personally)

#tolkien #lotr #lord of the rings #the hobbit #jrr tolkien #the silmarillion #elves #lothlorien #nargothrond #gondolin #hithlum #doriath #rivendell #gondor #woodland realm #mirkwood #lindon #middle earth #olorod posts

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annoyinglandmagazine · 7 months

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Hii, so for the ask game can I ask this two for Russingon?

Having their hair washed by the other

One falling asleep with their head in the other’s lap.

it would be absolutly amazing!

Thanks for the ask! Hope you like it!

Fingon watched apprehensively as the gates were lifted and the clatter of hooves on cobbles filled the courtyard; banners of lush red warring for precedence over the blue lining the walls, none as deep or as indicative of the infamous flame as draped the shoulders of the nér at the helm of the escort. Fingolfin gestured for him to wait as he strode down the steps, every inch the king, to meet his nephew; his nephew who despite the shallow bow carried himself much the same way, radiating such authority that it was hard to tell who was greeting who. How much of this was intentional Fingon couldn’t say, Maedhros commanded deference in many a situation in which he was attempting to exhibit it towards another.

‘You must have had a hard journey, we were not expecting you for several days more after you expressed your intent to visit.’ Which Maedhros well knew of course, he had a deep hatred of being at all predictable in his movements.

‘You are welcome to our guest chambers, luckily we have no other important delegations passing through at present so we have space for you and your escort in the castle itself.’

‘You have my gratitude your majesty, we ran into some trouble near Doriath and many of my men are in dire need of respite.’

Fingolfin raised an eyebrow at the phrasing, ‘As you yourself are, no doubt. I would confer with you over dinner but for now, please, take a few hours. The healers are where they always are, they are at your disposal should you need anything tended to.’

Fingon waited until all the commotion had died down and Maedhros had finally satisfied himself that his men were well provided for and retired to his chambers to follow him there and softly close the door behind them. ‘I had him prepare these rooms for you as soon as we received your letter you know. It is well nigh impossible to get you to express any sort of personal preferences but I think over the past century I have managed to at least ascertain that your shoulder seems to ail you less on this bed than others. By the state of you you’ll need it.’

Maedhros sighed, sheer exhaustion melting through as he saw Fingon’s teasing, interpreting it not wholly incorrectly as a prelude to flirtation. ‘It’s been a hard month,’ he finally gave in and hung his cloak over the chair to drip the icy water unto the wooden panels rather than his slightly less soaked through clothing, ‘Not tonight, Finno.’

He looked so heart wrenchingly vulnerable as he whispered those last words that Fingon could have sobbed as he choked out, ‘Alright. That’s perfectly fine, you know that Nelyo don’t you?’ There was a long pause in which Fingon slowly moved towards him and laid a hand on the desk Maedhros had sunk down at and waited for the familiar rough squeeze of his cousin’s fingers before breathing again.

‘You grew your hair out again I noticed. Is that troubling you?’ He inquired gently as he observed that Maedhros seemed to wince every time the damp bloodstained strands dragged across his cheeks or his now thinly covered arms, ‘I can cut it if you want,’ not that he particularly wanted to but it wasn’t his decision was it?

Maedhros took a minute to reply, the only sound in the room the drips of the muddy water, echoing as loud as drums in the silent room, far from the hubbub in the lower floors of the castle another reason this room had been selected for his use. ‘I don’t wish to cut it. I want it long like it was before, not how it was afterwards, it’s just…… hard sometimes.’ He heard what Maedhros was not saying, he wanted to steal back this seemingly insignificant piece of the person he used to be that had been stripped from him, he could not claim his nights back from the horrors but he could once again ride to battle, the flame streaming behind him a reminder and warning that Prince Nelyafinwe Maitimo Russandol had not been crushed.

‘Would you allow me tend to it?’ It was a long shot he knew, unlikely to be accepted but maybe, just maybe, if Maedhros was a very certain combination of weary and longing for affection from a trusted and familiar place, he might find it soothing.

A few moments found him smoothing soap and warm water through the length of Maedhros hair and he hummed pleasantly to himself as he relished the way the other nér relaxed into the sensation of nails gently scrubbing the grime of the past few days from his scalp. ‘No wonder it’s been frustrating you, it’s just as thick now as it ever was and Eru knows you had more time to tame it then,’ he said with a little chuckle.

He used to take so much pride in it, perhaps quite a bit of vanity but at that point he hadn’t yet began to contemplate thinking critically of his older cousin, he’d braided it about his head and down his back with gems and circlets and had had what Fingon gathered was a rather time consuming regime involving various different ointments. Once the hair was clean he set to carefully teasing the knots out; by this point Maedhros hardly had the energy to protest at the amount of Fingon’s time being taken up by such seemingly menial tasks and simply sagged unto his lap with a scarcely concealed sigh of contentment.

Fingon smiled fondly down as he continued to run his fingers and the comb through the hair and speaking enthusiastically about various things until he felt the tension in Maedhros’ shoulders seep away in a little muffled yawn with only a brief flush of awkwardness for it.

He could see the locks had grown back almost exactly as they’d been before once oils had restored it from impacts of ice and wind, it curled thick and soft across his thighs and spilled onto the pillows in precisely that same shade that had always fascinated him since as long as he could remember, so unique to anything he’d ever seen elsewhere.

He wondered sometimes if the beauty that had remained or returned to its former glory might pain Maedhros more than any that he saw as lost, that the outside called to mind on occasion the golden child of Tirion’s nobility that had long been destroyed and reforged into something harsher, stronger and brimming with fury. That when he looked into mirror he could sometimes see in it the ghost of someone he now hardly knew at all.

He’d lost himself in the wonderfully familiar rhythm by the time he noticed that Maedhros’ breathing had evened out and his eyes had slipped shut. Elbereth, he must have been exhausted, Maedhros never just fell asleep like that, let alone in front of some or when he has a meeting in, the bell tower tolled for the evening meal, ten minutes. Well he’s not going and that’s that, he might pass out or something with how much he’s no doubt been running himself into the ground of late, most likely the nightmares have something to do with that though he didn’t mention them. Atar will just have to deal with it.

His lips split into a wide smile as he watched Maedhros slip into a rare peaceful rest and knew that there was nothing that could compare to this moment right here, nothing else that would fill his chest with such uncontainable joy as this. He’d take it as long as he was able to because such things were rare and unlikely to be this perfect again. The purpose of his visit could wait until tomorrow he thought as he relaxed against the headrest and pressed a kiss to the warm skin of Maedhros’ brow.

#silmarillion #tolkien #maedhros #fingon #russingon #maedhros x fingon #fingolfin #ask game #hithlum

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theworldsoftolkein · 2 months

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Return to Hithlum by TheLongDefeat

Now Rochallor had stayed beside the king until the end, but the wolves of Angband assailed him, and he escaped from them because of his great swiftness, and ran at last to Hithlum, and broke his heart and died." -The War of the Jewels J. R. R. Tolkien

#tolkien legendarium #jrr tolkien #hithlum #rochallor #angband #the silmarillion

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grey-gazania · 7 months

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I would die for the Northern Sindar.

#northern sindar #sindar #hithlum #mithrim #my loves

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melestasflight · 1 year

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Foods and Cuisine in Hithlum

General: Hithlum has a temperate climate supported by wafts of the sea breeze from Nevrast. The cuisine remains highly seasonal even when Fingolfin and Fingon establish the realm. During warm periods, the meals are lighter and very ingredient-diverse, and lots of food is eaten fresh with little processing. The Elves are busy collecting and preserving fruits and vegetables during this time.

During colder months, some meat is introduced and combined with pickled foods, preserves, cultured cheeses, and cereals. After the settlement of the House of Hador, Dor-lómin’s agricultural industry grows tremendously, focused on the production of cold-weather grains like barley and buckwheat. Sour grapes are also grown at the feet of the Echoing Mountains, mainly used for Sindarin wine and liquor production.

As the seat of all Noldorin realms, Barad Eithel receives a healthy amount of imported food from Nargothrond, Dorthonion, and some from the Eastern Marches. During the Long Peace, the capital becomes somewhat of a multicultural gourmet center.

Diet: Omnivore.

Common ingredients: Roots, fruits, vegetables, diverse cereals, leafy greens, minced meats, fresh-water fish, dried sea fish flakes (imported from Nevrast).

Specialty: Minced elk meat and barley wrapped in oil-preserved nettle leaves.

Foods and Cuisines Worldbuilding from the Silmarillion

#mithrim #dor-lomin #hithlum #elves #elven culture #food and cooking #worldbuilding #the silmarillion #tolkien #fingon #fingolfin #hador #hurin

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velvet4510 · 14 days

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#erenion gil galad #gil galad #lotr #jrr tolkien #lotr books #lord of the rings #the silmarillion #tolkien legendarium #lotr theories #lotr poll #fingon #house of fingolfin #first age #beleriand #tolkien elves #hithlum #noldor

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edhellin · 1 year

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Fingon by EKukanova

#Fingon #The Silmarillion #Hithlum #Noldor #art

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myrtaceaae · 8 months

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Hithlum

reference from a post I can no longer find, by @outofangband

(a background - still not satisfied with the whole picture)

#my art #hithlum #silm #tolkien #the silmarillion #hhhhhhh first time i'm posting art and yes i'm terrified hhhhhh #about me

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last-capy-hupping · 1 year

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I’ll Make a Path to the Rainbow’s End, my entry for @officialtolkiensecretsanta 2022 is completed! Chapters 2 and 3 Below!

Giftee to be revealed in December 24, 2022!

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outofangband · 2 months

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For my mountain ranges of Beleriand series! The mountains of Mithrim! Technically part of the Ered Wethrin, I thought they still deserved their own board. This shows them in the spring

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Others: Ered Engrin, Ered Luin, Ered Gorgoroth, Ered Wethrin

#the silmarillion #silmedit #silmedits #edits #hithlum #mithrim

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miithriin · 1 year

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I am sorry if I forgot anything but, limited options + having trouble remembering all the names lead to the list above. Feel free to tell me your reason for your choice in the reblogs/ tags.

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whats-in-a-sentence · 1 year

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Map of Beleriand

"The Silmarillion" - J.R.R. Tolkien

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theworldsoftolkein · 25 days

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A Battle in the Firth of Drengist - by Mysilvergreen

...Thus they would enter into the realm of Hithlum from the west; but they were espied in time, and Fingon fell upon them among the hills at the head of the Firth, and most of the Orcs were driven into the sea. This was not reckoned among the great battles, for the Orcs were not in great number, and only a part of the people of Hithlum fought there. But thereafter there was peace for many years, and no open assault from Angband, for Morgoth perceived now that the Orcs unaided were no match for the Noldor; and he sought in his heart for new counsel... (J.R.R.Tolkien, Silmarillion)

#jrr tolkien #tolkien legendarium #the silmarillion #hithlum #fingon #drengist #angband #morgoth #noldor

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tenth-sentence · 1 year

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On the appointed day, on the morning of Midsummer, the trumpets of the Eldar greeted the rising of the sun; and in the east was raised the standard of the sons of Fëanor, and in the west the standard of Fingon, High King of the Noldor.

"The Silmarillion" - J.R.R. Tolkien

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