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sansa and lady in the godswood at winterfell

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galadriel, lady of the golden wood 💫

Maglor is the kind of song writer who can release an epic piece of music about wrestling with gods and chasing stars and everyone comes up to him asking if it’s about rebelling against the Valar and seeking the Silmarils, and he’s like, ‘oh goodness no, it’s about my struggles trying to put Elrond and Elros to bed!’

Elrond Peredhel; in Imladris

Elrond Peredhel, in the Second age, in the newly established Imladris which stood finished in S.A. 1700 Of the Sun (1697-1700)

WIP Not Wednesday

Thank you @leucisticpuffin and @zealouswerewolfcollector for tagging me!

Here is a bit from my Seven Flowers for Seven Sons WIP, in which involves: Mahtan and Nerdanel and a mysterious silver-haired elf-lady visitor, healing through gardening, a million flower descriptions, Yavanna meddling with her husband's ex-student, lots of grief and rebuilding fractured relationships, and love.

Feanor looked at the cottage, at the barren, scarred land that surrounded it. “This is to be my place of exile, then?”

Yavanna laughed. “Such dramatics! Yes, oh poor Prince, this is to be where you will live until your task is complete. Whether it stays like this or blooms into something else is up to you. But do not fear, you will not be alone forever. There are certain visitors we will allow you, those who have volunteered to help with this task.” 

“I see.” Feanor rolled up his sleeves. “I will take my leave of you now, Lady Yavanna. The sooner I begin, the sooner this will be done.” And then I can find a better task for my second life.

“True,” said Yavana, still laughing at him. “But a garden is not a simple thing, nor will it be rushed. Not that I expect you to listen to me. You’ll learn better through your own mistakes than my warnings. You always have.”

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Throwback (let's Pretend it's) Thursday

Thank you @sallysavestheday for tagging me! Its a very wet, kinda sad looking day outside, so here's a bit of Maglor being very alone wandering the shoreline from my fic Wayward Son:

Maglor walked on and on down the shoreline, rarely stopping to rest, never letting his voice go silent. The waves stayed calm as they listened to him. The wind tangled sand into his hair. It had grown long and wild, down past his knees. He had not cut it in years, giving up on it like how he’d given up on everything else. 

The waves ate his footprints as he walked, erasing his path for him. The moon shone, silver light, the same as - as - 

Who had he known with hair like that? Someone loud, dragging muddy footprints into their house, someone with a hound and a quick grin. 

One star always stood out, brighter than the others. When he still had the strength to make words, he’d woven its light into the song. Maglor couldn’t remember why, only that it was important, somehow, and that he both loved and hated its light. He stopped walking, taking a minute to rest, and stared at it, humming louder than he usually dared. He wanted the star to hear. To forgive him for something which was unforgivable. 

He wanted two small elves to lean against his sides and ask questions and point up at the sky.

Follow the sand, he reminded himself. Be as silent as a shadow. Keep humming! The song must not stop, must never stop, not for pain or hunger or need of rest, because if he stopped then it was all for nothing. 

Some nights the ghosts would join him, figures from his memory that he could not remember the names or faces of. They would walk beside him, silent, drifting through his hands whenever he tried to touch him. They did not speak, which was fine. That meant they would not stop the song. Maglor wove them into the notes, adding them to the starlight, the waves and the sand.

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Throwback Thursday!

I've been in a Maglor mood this week, so here's a little one-two tragedy-comedy punch of him from September 2022.

From 4'33":

His great works are lost to him, after the fall, after his long, dreamlike submersion. For what felt an endless time, he floated like waterweed at Ossë’s whim, his body just one more strange calcified structure in Uinen’s halls. But the sea spat him out, eventually, the cool depths fundamentally unwelcoming to one who has touched fire.

And the B side (Avant Garde):

“I’m here, if here is anywhere, really.” Makalaurë is puddled on the floor in a shadowy alcove off the main walkway, blinking miserably up at Findaráto from within a welter of scarlet robes. His jeweled circlet is askew, and his braids have begun to unravel. The smoky eyes he affects for triumphant premieres have made their way damply down to his chin, and he reeks of 100-proof despair.

Something for everyone! Enjoy :)

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I don't know if you listen to any Lord Huron, but I was checking out some of their songs a couple weeks ago and discovered one of their most popular ones, Meet Me In the Woods. And I *immediately* thought of Those That Remain (your AU of Eldritch Horror!Maglor series).

You might already know the song, but I mean, just look at these lyrics!

"I took a little journey to the unknown And I've come back changed, I can feel it in my bones I f***ed with forces that our eyes can't see Now the darkness got a hold on me Oh, the darkness got a hold on me

How long baby have I been away? Oh, it feels like ages, though you say it's only days There ain't language for the things I've seen, yeah And the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams The truth is stranger than all my dreams Oh, the darkness got a hold on me

I have seen what the darkness does Say goodbye to who I was I ain't never been away so long Don't look back, them days are gone Follow me into the endless night I can bring your fears to life Show me yours and I'll show you mine Meet me in the woods tonight"

This 100% reminds me of Daeron in that fic. And also Maglor, lowkey. "I took a little journey to the unknown, and I've come back changed" and "I f***ed with forces that our eyes can't see" / "there ain't language for the things I've seen, and the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams"—this all sounds so much like Daeron and Maglor's experiences. However, this song feels very woodsy, which is of course what Daeron's eldritch-ness is based in, so I'm naturally thinking of this more from his perspective than Maglor's. And then "Don't look back, them days are gone" makes me think of Daeron wanting to ignore his past and what happened to him. And "I can bring your fears to life, show me yours and I'll show you mine, meet me in the woods tonight" makes me think of Daeron and Maglor realizing the eldritch horror the other has turned into and attacking each other at first (and then again when Lindir was out on an errand), but then starting to become at peace with each other and understand each other. Also, the song has a slightly...mystical? Ethereal? quality that feels very right for this kind of story.

I didn't mean for this ask to get so long, but I wanted to share the lyrics and also why I thought of Daeron and Maglor in your AU!

Thank you! I have not heard of that band/song before but those lyrics are PERFECT for that AU (especially for Daeron). I will check it out!

(I have not forgotten about that story, the next chapter's just been on the back burner while I worked on all my event fics. But its half written and I have such an evil author idea for it I can't wait to inflict it upon you all)

Thank you for the song rec! I love that series so much so it always makes me so happy when people want to talk about it :)

Region, one of the forests making up the kingdom of Doriath, located east and South of the river Esgalduin. The halls of Menengroth were located in Region.

Note: Region is pronounced like the latter part of Eregion, not like the English word. It is the Sindarin word for holly trees which were common in the forest.

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Part of my forests of Beleriand boards! Others in the forest board tag! There's also more world building for Region in my Doriath tag though I want to do more if there's interest!!

originally this was pretty nice,but for some reason the app deleted like four capes of the drawing😩... So,this is what remains,and I doesnt have any intention of finished it😔👋.

Anyways here's Mae and Finno after a party in Tirion,in the good times.

Bonos mini comic

wedding dress by fred e. kling, 1972 in artwear: fashion and anti-fashion - melissa leventon (2005)

Small artists you need to understand that when you see an artist who you think has 'made it' tells you not to worry about the numbers and to not fret about getting more likes than reblogs they are not telling you it because they think you are stupid for caring or because they dont need to network to survive they are very likely telling you that because they have witnessed first hand the way the numbers game tears people to shreds in terms of mental health and motivation

We laugh at Sauron for not realising a golden-haired Aman elf with the audacity to challenge a fallen Maia with song can only be Finrod at this point, and conclude that Finrod's spell must have worked in part -- but I've never heard anyone ask how on earth did he never come up with the idea that Celebrimbor might have given the three rings to his three remaining family members!

Who made the spell this time?

silmarillion stories i have written at absurd and compulsive speed in the last three months:

fingon is my favorite character, have you considered that he sucks

[controversial opinion voice] the valar were right

it's very hard to be finarfin

never mind tragedy time for teen romcom!!!

truth coming out of her well to shame the sons of feanor specifically