Q:[how about a 3-sentence from of Beleg's POV?]
« I did not ask you why exactly you wished to go. We have worked as representatives once already, at the Mereth Aderthad. »
Beleg glanced from above his shoulder toward his friend; Mablung’s tone was not malicious but his eyes inquisitive regardless. He was almost amazed that they had received the permission to go and he would have understood if the request had been denied, with the risk of losing them both in a battle fought so far outside of Doriath.
« Not for the significance. No, I miss the days in which the North was not a danger for all of us. I do not go thinking of who our allies are, but of who our enemy is— and if the battle is against him », he smiled, as they passed the last fogs of the Girdle, « then I consider it one worth fighting. I would not spill the blood of our people on those fields, but where mine should be spilled is a different matter. »
Too bright were the eyes of Arien for even the Eldar to look on, and leaving Valinor she forsook the form and raiment which like the Valar she had worn there, and she was as a naked flame, terrible in the fullness of her splendor.”― J. R. R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion - “Of the Sun and Moon and the Hiding of Valinor”
Arien, the maiden who caried the sun. She was said to be mightier than Tilion (the man who carried the moon), and was one of the few fire-spirits that Morgoth didn’t sway to his side. Colour palette 14Oh, almost forgot. I found this amazing art program called Krita, in which this piece was drawn. It’s absolutely wonderful, and even though it did crash once and nearly gave me a heart attack, it had saved the picture automatically at some point so very little progress was lost. It works on Windows, iOS and Linux (I have that) and it has a lot of really beautiful brushes. I didn’t adjust the opacity levels until I did the last touch with the halo around her. It looks a thousand times better than my previous Maedhros drawing. Also, did I mention that the program is free?
okay but imagine Thor and Jane being all domestic, living together or at least to some extent playing house, and imagine them getting into huge fights where things get heated and Jane starts to use her knowledge of mythology for some sick burns.
"of course, OF COURSE i can’t talk sense with a man who tRIED TO DRINK AN OCEAN”
"THAT WAS ONE TIME"
Her fingers, from time to time, felt numb. They could not grab objects with the same strength as they used to. Her arm sometimes failed her, she couldn’t raise a full cup, let alone a sword. Her legs struggled to bring her where she wanted. She blamed it on her body, not her mind — strength of will had showed its power in the past, but she could not use it to straighten her heavy back, to give colour to her hair again, to smooth the wrinkles on her skin, to make her muscles work as they should have.
She was not weary, but she was old.
She made one of her guards bring her the sword of her father. Placing it on her lap, she moved the cloth around it and smiled: even if her sight was slightly blurred, she could still recognise the flaws of the old iron, the familiar shape of the hilt. Breathing out, she lay her hands on the flat side of the blade and glanced at the young woman before her. It was almost time to pass that responsibility.
« Call my brother’s son », she said. Rest would come for her too, after all.
the fact that saruman and the two blue wizards went east and the blues never came back:
Maybe they perished but MAYBE THEY STAYED FOREVER AND EVER WITH THE EASTERLINGS BECAUSE THEY WERE LIKE “FUCK THE MISSION WE LOVE THESE GUYS”
I am LOVING all this Blue-Wizards meta on my dash UwU <3
Q:|| Something from Imrahil's POV?
Staring at Faramir’s pale face, Imrahil took his hand into his own. It was sweaty, but not as cold as it had been before, and the veil of sweat upon his forehead had almost disappeared. He was healing, and Imrahil would forever bless the touch that had made that possible.
« The command of the City passes onto me », he murmured, revealing Aragorn’s decision to make him, in fact, the current Steward. Even aware that Faramir could not hear him yet, he kept talking, in a low and careful voice. « Of course until you awake. I take a far lighter burden on my shoulders than the one your father bore— and that you, hopefully, will bear. » Imrahil put his other hand atop Faramir’s, holding it between his palms. « You will honour him, as I will do my best, for now, to honour you both. »
But the Great Sea is terrible, Tuor son of Huor; and it hates the Noldor, for it works the Doom of the Valar. Worse things it holds than to sink into the abyss and so perish: loathing, and loneliness, and madness; terror of wind and tumult, and silence and shadows where all hope is lost and all living shapes pass away. And many shores evil and strange it washes, and many islands of danger and fear infest it.