There should be a festival for all non-movie-ified parts of the Legendarium
so we can sit around correcting eachother’s pronunciations and arguing about how to amputate hands or what color Celegorm’s hair was and singing songs in quenya and doing group readings around a campfire and eating lembas and trying very hard not to all swear the Oath of Fëanor
Western shore of New Zealand, beach party, lasting about a week, staying up all night watching the stars and/or singing about them encouraged
no swords, giant spiders, balrogs, or Dark Lords allowed
I’ll bring my harp
100% scientifically accurate
I fucking lost it at tappa tappas
ok that’s actually pretty cool
Vibrantly coloured butterfly specimens look set to fly away from this heritage-listed Sydney terrace.
From ‘Walls that Talk’, a story on page 212 of Vogue Living July/Aug 2010.
Photograph by Jason Busch.
ok imagine an au where sauron is a grumpy house cat
melkory replied to your post “melkory replied to your post: *whispers* If you ask me to make art…”
maybe maglor taking care of elrond and/or elros?
wait shit ethelefeanarion didn’t I owe you one like this too and you were going to write a companion fic?? SORRY I’ll make this first!
-You’re a Jedi Knight aren’t you?
What makes you think that?
-I saw your laser sword. Only Jedis carry that kind of weapon.
Perhaps I killed a Jedi and took it from him.
-I don’t think so, no one can kill a Jedi
I wish that were so.
This is like the third drawing I made of Varda today