Category: silm

aredhels:

Now men awoke and listened to Felagund as he harped and sang, and each thought that he was in some fair dream, until he saw that his fellows were awake also beside him; but they did not speak or stir while Felagund still played, because of the beauty of the music and the wonder of the song.

aredhels:

Now men awoke and listened to Felagund as he harped and sang, and each thought that he was in some fair dream, until he saw that his fellows were awake also beside him; but they did not speak or stir while Felagund still played, because of the beauty of the music and the wonder of the song.

olympiians:

modern feanorians  → feanor

you can close your eyes to the things you do not want to see, but you cannot close your heart to the things you do not want to feel.

celebrlan:

valier ½:

Nienna, she is acquainted with grief, and mourns for every wound that Arda has suffered in the marring of Melkor. And those who hearken to her learn pity, and endurance in hope.
Nessa, lithe and fleetfooted. Deer she loves, and they follow her train whenever she goes in the wild; but she can outrun them, swift as an arrow with the wind in her hair. In dancing she delights, and she dances in Valimar on lawns of never-fading green.
Vairë, who weaves all things that have ever been in Time into her storied webs, and the halls of Mandos that ever widen as the ages pass are clothed with them.

queeniegoldtsein:

moodboard manwë súlimo

botm prize for » @alarkvling (winner of personal favourites)

queeniegoldtsein:

@oneringnet‘s favourite character event lúthien tinúviel  

philukas:

★ Beren & Luthien [Space AU]

And in the glade a light was seen / Of  S T A R S in shadow shimmering.
Tinuviel was dancing there / To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of S T A R S was in her hair, / And in her raiment glimmering.

elfmaidens:

SHE RAN OUT IN THE WOODS ; mithrellas and nimrodel, their bitter parting and eventual reunion 

     Mithrellas leaves her, she leaves her in the woods, she leaves with her taste on Nimrodel’s lips and what once were her shouts echoing in the silence.
    There is no such thing as the peace that prince promises you, Mithrellas told her. And if there is, it is a place without our forests without our trees without our people without our language do you truly want to go there—
                                                           (I don’t want you to)
     And the woods— Mithrellas leaves Nimrodel in the woods, in the twilight, and there is magick here, an ancient magick, like Lindórinand before  the Sindar came with their grey horses and grey cloaks and their gods beyond the sea you have not seen or care to see. They— the outsiders— they thought they could tame the woods, and they did, (they smothered them) and what Nimrodel and Mithrellas called Lindórinand is now Lórien. It is gone.
                                                          (and Mithrellas is too)

i. maggie rogers – color song |  ii. daughter – the woods | iii. syml – where’s my love |  iv. taylor swift ft. gary lightbody – the last time | v. james vincent mcmorrow – and if my heart should somehow stop | vi. the national – don’t swallow the cap | vii. lord huron – meet me in the woods | viii. benjamin francis leftwich – box of stones

8tracks & playmoss & my mixes

queeniegoldtsein:

Now Beren and Lúthien Tinúviel were free again and together walked through the woods renewing for a time their joy; and though winter came it hurt them not, for flowers lingered where Lúthien went, and the birds sang beneath the snowclad hills.

botm prize for » @alarkvling (winner of personal favourites)

queeniegoldtsein:

the silmarillion;  by j. r. r. tolkien

“All have their worth and each contributes to the worth of the others.”