#??? option: telperion

[sillylotrpolls]

(Credit and context below the poll)

Today's poll and the first 10 options are based on this lovely post by @gwaedhannen. Particular thanks for writing options that largely already fit within 80 characters. ♥

[wroniec]

Hey you are an amazing illustrator! With the recent post thought, Galadriel's signature is her golden hair if you are aware of Lotr movies or Tolkien's writings. White hair seems to be rather misrepresenting. Secondly, would you please kindly add tags such as "trop" or Rings of Power? I am aware that many older tolkien fans dislike the flood of trop content recently and especially try to avoid anything remotely related to haladriel (or saurondriel?), because this is exclusive from the show, not from canon at all. There are even fans outright think this pairing is offensive. I have nothing against your art and I admire your technical skills <3. Just kindly add the tag to sort out the audience, so that people can have the option to view or not view the content they are filtering. Thank you so much with much respect! (and you dont need to answer this:) )

Sure, I added the tag. I no longer follow social media, so I wasn’t aware there’s some division among the fans. There’s nothing suggesting a pairing in this fanart and Galadriel’s hair is only white for sake of the theme&composition. Your hair comment actually got me thinking - I remember reading her hair was golden but also silver/star-like to represent both Telperion and Laurelin. Does anyone remember the context of this? It must be either from Silmarillion or UT.

[eomerofrohan]

seen a couple of polls about Noldorin eye colors now, and none of them have had the option I think is the coolest one, so I’m gonna talk about it here

Noldor’s eyes should change colors

imagine. they’re blue or grey or brown or whatever color they are naturally, but when the elf gets mad, their eyes turn a more golden color, like the light of Valinor is shining through them

this is what people were seeing when Fingolfin rode away. the light of the Valar in his eyes. that’s why some people thought he was Oromë.

or maybe for some of them it isn’t gold. if they had more of a connection to Telperion instead of Laurelin their eyes could glow with silver or white light. we already know that the light of the Trees is reflected in Galadriel’s eyes, for example. why not have it get brighter with stronger emotion?

just. Noldorin eye color. who will join me.

[tanoraqui]

As Telperion's flowers bloomed, Oromë Lord of the Hunt summoned his immortal Hunters to a meeting. After dealing with some business of an imbalance of deer in the eastern woods, and the regular dispute between the shrikes and everybody else, he declared, "I seek a volunteer. Young Tyelkormo of the House of Finwë shows great promise, such that one day he may join your ranks - but he is well-named; he is impetuous in all things. Will someone run beside him with wisdom and care, until he has grown into a Hunter worthy of my host?"

Huan, chief among the Hounds, stepped forth.

"Would i have to speak Elvish?" he said.

"I mean, probably," said Oromë. "They call themselves the 'speakers', you know. They're all very keen on their language, and use it for almost all communication."

"Never mind, then," said Huan, and sat back down.

"You need not speak much Elvish," Oromë wheedled. "Only now and then, I expect." For his heart had been set alight at the thought of Huan and Tyelkormo Turkafinwë as a pair on the chase; indeed, he had hoped that the Wolfhound would volunteer. Huan had chosen the form of a Hound but moments after it became a functional option upon the fresh-made earth of Arda, and there was none more expert in the hunt of wolves - which Tyelkormo already showed promise at.

Huan considered the question carefully. His flesh was dog-shaped, and his heart and mind as well. The dog-speech of scent and movement and the occasional bark or growl suited him perfectly, and he rather thought it should suit anyone else just as well. But Tyelkormo did show great promise - in fact, in the few times he'd run with the Hunt so far, he'd already picked up several gestures of dog-speech, as well as slain a small wolf with a rock and his teeth! (Because he'd leapt in too soon, lost his spear, and been forced to fight hand-to-hand, a very poor position for a thin-skinned, petty-clawed elf.) It would be a joy to lead him as a pup and run beside him as a pack-mate.

"Thrice," he finally said - the highest number in dog-speech and so, he thought, a notable concession. "Thrice I shall speak Elvish, as I run beside Tyelkormo and guide his steps to slow as needed."

He considered a moment further, and added conscientiously. "And I shall teach him Dog, that there may be no barriers of understanding between us."

"Fantastic!" said Oromë. "Good dog, Huan. Your deeds together shall never be forgotten in Arda. Alright, next on the agenda: Yavanna has bidden me again to remind you all, again, to 'stop just standing around at the Trees and ogling my handmaidens. At least pick up a trowel...'"

it’s not that huan can’t talk; it’s that he thinks dog is a perfectly functional language for every purpose that actually matters and refuses to speak anything else unless he absolutely has to

[outofangband]

Flora and fauna of Gondolin, Tumladen and the Surrounding Mountains

Flora and fauna of Arda 

Disclaimer: I used both what we can extrapolate is likely indigenous to the region based on descriptions of the landscape and climate and weather as well as my own headcanons and inspirations and reference books on similar habitats as well as The Atlas of Middle Earth and The Flora of Middle Earth

I really love working on and researching these! and as always feel free to ask more, even if I’ve already done a place I’d always enjoy going into more detail of tacking a more specific kind of life there

Gondolin was a city and stronghold of the Noldorin prince (later king) Turgon. It was hidden in the middle of Beleriand. In the middle of the green valley of Tumladen in the Encircling Mountains there was a flat stone called Amon Gwareth. This was where Turgon and his followers built the city of Gondolin which was the longest lived stronghold of the Noldor in Beleriand. 

Note: by reading this you are agreeing by Oath to King Turgon not to reveal the following information to Morgoth or anyone associated with Morgoth including orcish, Ainur and human allies, and, Valar forbid it, any elves who have fallen into his thrall. To avoid the following information landing in the hands of the enemy, it is highly recommended you do not reveal it to kin or friend either.  (this is a joke, please feel free to reblog)

There are a few plants and animals directly associated with Gondolin in the text and though several of them are of Tolkien’s own invention, we do have information about the real life species that inspire them.  These include: -Elanor flower said to grow between the fifth and sixth gates of Gondolin. These flowers are starlike and golden yellow. It is believed that the closest approximation are several species in the family Anagallis.  -Evermind, Simbelmynë, Uilos  These are based on species in the anemone family or windflowers. These are also starlike but are white.  Elanor is associated with the sixth gate and is connected to gold and Laurelin whereas Evermind grows near the Fifth Gate, the gate of Silver and is connected to Telperion. 

As Tuor is offered wine near the second gate, it can be inferred that there are grape vines that produce fruit harvested for wines. (see my note about gardens) The city and its gates are surrounded by hawthorns, likely several different species.  As Gondolin contains countless gardens it would be nigh impossible to list every possible flower that grew here especially as many were likely brought from outside the region. So I will instead focus on a possible list of flowers that originally grew around Tumladen and the mountains. 

I would love to do another post on gardens and agriculture/horticultre of Gondolin if anyone is interested though! This could be especially fun because there are ornamental ponds and fountains that could have fish, reptiles and amphibians too. 

Flowers and herbaceous plants of Tumladen and the surrounding region may include globeflower, mountain rose, snow dock, fairy foxglove, white dryad, species of willowherb, sticklewort, columbine, thorny burr, meadow saffron, crosswort and more.  Silver fir, larch, and species of mountainous oak are also possible. 

Various species of white birds that are also associated with Ulmo are described as dwelling in and around the city. Gondolin and the surrounding areas were also home to the great eagles including Thorondor who was a friend to Turgon. It is likely that non magical eagles also roosted in the region including the golden eagle, tawny eagle, and bald eagle. 

We also have some information we can extrapolate from the names of the Twelve Houses, many of which are flora or fauna (tree, golden flower, mole, white wing, swallow). Obviously these are vague rather than specific species but it is possible to get some options based on other information. 

Swallows are the symbol of one of the Houses of the Gondolin lords. There are numerous species of swallow. Possibilities for Gondolin are the house martin and hill swallow. 

Likewise moles are a family rather than a single species. Moles in Gondolin were likely one or more of a number of European and Asian species. 

A selection of other birds of Gondolin and the surrounding region include snow geese, dusky and grasshopper warbler, flowerpeckers,  saker falcon, pallid and hen harrier, whistling duck, emerald, fruit and shy ground doves, eagle owl, fairywrens, a variety of thrushes and sparrows, and crows. I’ve always liked the idea of passenger pigeons in Gondolin too though these are likely brought by the elves rather than native to the region. 

I’ve also always had a headcanon of leopards living on the outskirts of the city and in the surrounding mountains.  Other mammals include white footed and (likely different colored subspecies of) red foxes, gray wolves, sables, polecats, and European and Asian badgers, reindeer, white breasted hedgehog, horseshoe and common long eared bats, mountain hares, hazel and forest dormouse, wood, field and spiny mice, and more. 

Note that many of these are found in the mountains and not in the city itself. 

Snake eyed lizards and numerous species of wall lizard can be found basking on various walls and stones in the city as well as in Tumladen and the surrounding region. The marginated tortoise is also a possibility as are whip snakes.  Tree frogs can be found within the gates and outside the city in ponds and streams, brook, golden striped and Alpine salamanders live. 

Lists of insects are incredibly difficult given the vast number of species but given the amount of gardens I imagine there are numerous pollinating species possibly including orange tip, nettle tree, meadow brown, fiery copper, chalk hill blue and green hairstreak butterflies, species of Ennominae moths, and honeybees at least. 

Also I now have a darker fic about Gondolin called Within These White Walls. It’s a much less pleasant take on Húrin and Huor’s stay

[deadqueernoldor]

Drabble - Russingon

Trope / prompt: "friendship fluff but like years of the trees and at the beach or in Alqualondë"

Word count / requested : 600 // yes, ao3

Warnings: none

For once they had a few hours to themselves.

No giggling elfling-shaped shadows and clinging little brothers following them around and asking all kinds of questions, likely with the aim to bother the older ellyn into going home early.

But his brothers were busy with mother and a mound of clay, and Findekáno’s brothers occupied the gardens with their other cousins to catch some butterflies and feed the songbirds residing in the tall yew trees at the borders of the estate.

Maitimo rolled the stone in nimble fingers, holding it up. No, he thought, the colour was not quite right yet. It had to be perfect. He couldn’t just take whatever brown stone for this. It was not part of their little game. It had to be perfect.

Finno was a little distance away, the gentle waves licking at his ankles as he waded in the shallows of the sea. A small smile spread on Maitimo’s face when Finno bent to pick up a stone, or a gem, or a seashell, and one of his thick braids slipped off his shoulder and dipped into the water.

Sliding the gem into his pocket as an option if he found no better, Maitimo walked closer, eyes fixed on the ground.

“Have you been successful yet, Russo,” Finno asked with a smile.

He shook his head. “Not quite. My pockets are laden but not with success. You?”

“I think so, but I rather look a while more.”

They walked in silence, mostly bent to find the best stone. The best match.

As time went on, Laurelin and Telperion mingled. Maitimo gasped and snatched the treasure, holding it up.

“Have you found one?”

Nodding, he turned back to Findekáno. With a grin, he lifted the small gemstone next to Finno’s face.

A near perfect match! Bronzite matched better than expected. As soon as he had seen the thumbnail-sized gemstone, he knew that was the one! He had often looked into Findekáno’s eyes, had memorised every little nuance of colour, every distinct pattern, and every little lash framing them.

He had seen those brown eyes in situations unimaginable. At times they had a warm glow of love when young Turukáno presented Findekáno with a poem he had finished. Those were clumsy, and Makalaurë would rip his hair out over the poorly chosen words and rhyme scheme, but Finno was ever so fond of everything his younger brother made for him to look at and listen to.

At other times Maitimo was privileged to see those gentle brown eyes just as Telperion’s light waned, both tucked under blankets and fighting exhaustion in favour of talking about everything and nothing at all. Maitimo would play idly with a black braid, while Findekáno would twist a curl of fiery red.

The gem seemed to glow in the gentle silver light of Telperion. It was a deep warm brown, with two small spots of light beige.

Nearly like Finno’s eyes.

A deep warm brown with a beautiful light glow.

Finno was smiling as well, warm and gentle and full just like he always was. He, too, lifted his hand to hold a small stone beside Maitimo’s face at eye level. For the split second he saw what Finno held, he spotted a warm yellow-orange dot.

“You have been successful, too, then?”

Findekáno nodded. “Very much so. Nearly perfect.” He showed Maitimo the uneven piece of amber. “I dare say it even glows as your eyes do, Russo.”

Maitimo smiled and rolled his small bronzite gem between his fingers. “Only for you, melin.”

[radiantanor]

Weirdest crackiest Silm Idea I came up with

During their ideally looong lives Elves got through some major environment changes. Being immortal, evolution does not help to adapt to that if the same elf can live in a world with only starlight -> Aman where they were like a hundred kilometers away from the Trees that had the pre-Sun and Moon as fruit -> icy wasteland -> a world with only starlight but short-term -> “normal” world.

Option A) there is no need to think about this because magic and supernatural durability are explanation enough.

Option B) Elves manage to survive that by having very extreme and very quick modification (x) instead of evolutionary adaption.

Possible implications of this:

The Noldor on the Helcaraxe survived by developing a lot more fat, body hair and some changes to their facial features as protection from the cold.

It’s how they can survive adverse circumstances in general, like a lack of food, serious injuries, being chained to a mountain by a hand and hanging there for years et cetera. Although I’m not sure what modifications would be needed to make that kind of thing possible. Fading would be a defense to not wanting to physically adapt to something or heal from an injury, and is triggered by spiritual/psychological factors.

Finrod clearly spent the weaks in captivity growing musces strong enough to rip those chain apart. And teeth sharp enough to kill a werewolf.

The Amanyar have significantly darker skin tones than other Elves, living or having lived in close proximity to Laurelin and Telperion.

Elves living underground long-term have some way to avoid Vitamin D deficiency, possibly the same as the Dwarves must normally have.

Most descriptions of Elves focus on height, hair colour, eye colour or that they were “fair” because those are physical traits that are less likely to change.

If they suddenly have to fight after a long time of peace, it will take them relatively little time to be in their prime even if they haven’t trained much.

The Teleri and other Elves living close to water can probably dive and hold their breath for a veeery long time. Quite possibly there are some who tried to live underwater full time, and maybe it even worked. This was brought to you by that one mention of “Sea Elves” in The Hobbit, which led my younger self to imagine Elves actually living in the Sea when I read it back then

Unlike real modification, it can be heavily influenced by what the elf wants. For example, all it takes for an elf to grow a beard is really wanting a beard. Beards just happen to be out of fashion and due to immortality will likely remain so forever. Their hair structure probably adjusts to their favourite hairstyle. This is also why so many of them have good singing voices (though some are better than others and it still takes some talent & practise to be truly outstanding.) And also why they are all pretty, of course. Who wouldn’t be their idea of a pretty person if wanting it was all it took?

Lots of possibilities for some fun physiology-related misunderstandings with Dwarves and Men.

(this is not a headcanon, I don’t actually believe this but it’s hilarious to think about... and makes more and more sense the more I think about it...)

[ken-kaneki-archived]

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lord-lady | knight-knightess | mercenary | faceless man-woman

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sword | knife | dragonglass | poison | knowledge | words

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[atimefordragons]

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ft @.telperion's oc Amelia Langtry

[feanorianethicsdepartment]

19 for the Silm ask!

[those silm asks as are doing the rounds]

19. you get to save one character from dying. what would they do instead?

the way i see it, there are three possible directions i could take this question

THE STRATEGIC OPTION - finwë. if finwë doesn’t die at minute one, that cuts off about 90% of the early noldorin drama and probably prevents the oath from being a thing? he’s probably the only guy in the universe who could get fëanor to shut up at this point, and is also a big non-controversial boss noldo who ain’t gonna start any civil wars. there’d probably still be trouble with the valar, on account of they have super broken the protect-you-from-melkor deal, but i do think finwë would handle that better than his dipshit sons. also both olwë and thingol will probably be willing to negotiate with him. there’d probably still be shenanigans, morgoth’s done a lot to drive a wedge between the noldor, but with finwë at the helm there’ll probably be much less collateral damage. besides, i am of the firm conviction that finwë was an absolute lunatic who if given the slightest chance to go as turbo as his grandkids went in canon would be perfectly capable of soloing morgoth

(how am i saving him, anyway? is there, like, an extradimensional portal i pull him through and we wait until ungoliant is gone? because if i am, i’d probably use the time to brief him on the upcoming situation. i know maybe ten words of quenya, but i feel like we could work around that. maybe with diagrams...)

THE INTERESTING COUNTERFACTUAL OPTION - denethor, the first one. if he survives the initial morgoth fight - not only do we have a nandorin power base in east beleriand, which sounds like it’d do all sorts of fun things to continental politics, but i half-remember reading that it was partially because of denethor’s death that thingol went full isolationist? so if he survives, we potentially have a much more active doriath, with a thingol at least willing to hold his own. that sounds like it’d affect the arc of the first age a lot, maybe not leaving all the enemy-fighting to the noldorin armies? i’m not really a butterfly-effect alternate-mythohistory fëanorian stan, but denethor living and holding the green-elves together sounds like it’d affect the course of events in interesting ways, if not necessarily better ones

THE CHAOS OPTION - fëanor, under the specific stipulation that when he inevitably gets his dumb ass killed i get to save him all over again. fëanor is the kind of character i like to watch just to see what crazy thing they’ll do next and how big the ensuing blast radius is. it would be terrible, for everyone, but from a safe distance seeing what fëanor does to beleriand will be an absolute spectacle. the explosions! the mecha! the inevitable fëanor-vs-every-single-other-person-on-the-continent war! i would watch this religiously and take bets on how fast he’ll burn beleriand down. there is a risk that he’ll figure out how my save-from-death portals work and subsequently invade the real world, but hey, this is the chaos option

[eivorx]

Eivor did little but make an annoyed face as Auden reach out and grabbed his wrist, but he didn't pull away. He'd come in to ask questions, and Eivor couldn't fault them for wishing to know more. The questions, however, made him pause. How long had it been? So many memories were faded, or incomplete, that it took him a minute. Eivor pulled his hand back, his annoyance fading to a simmering anger – though not at Auden. He had too much of a hard time differentiating what felt like one life, and another, pushed into two. "Ten years, ten years I've been here – without it," he said finally, clearing his throat. His fingers clenched into a fist, and it seemed Auden's touch had absorbed some of the magic off of their hands, causing the telperion to glow.

How long had it been? The question once again did nothing for Eivor's mind, and it simply made him let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "A long time. A century and a half, maybe more." It was the best he could do, but it seemed his own eagerness to get an answer was suddenly no longer his worry when Auden wished for blood and their own experimentation. "No. No one deserves this." No one deserved this kind of power. As great of a creater they were, he didn't know them – and it was not an option nor what he had wanted to hear. "Does no one in Avalon know? How old are you?"

“Try the better part of a century,” Auden responded. After around sixty years of searching, they had given up on the material. Silently, they wondered if the elvhen across from them had tried to source it from the same avenues, or if Eivor had thought to look in places where Auden hadn’t. So far as Auden could tell, coming across Telperion was most realistic by dumb luck or as a boon on some intrepid quest that Auden had no particular interest in embarking on. For a moment, Auden wondered if this man expected they had the unique skillset to imbue a body with the arcane material–and they might. Still, they had no way of knowing without any Telperion to experiment with. The thought was quickly abandoned as their keen eye noted the silvered veins. Once, Auden had encountered the marvel of a man struck by lightning, their vascular system left etched on their skin in the aftermath. This looked similar, but much more anomalous and fascinating. 

In any other situation, Auden would have been able to resist the urge to get a better look, but they found themselves reaching out to turn Eivor’s arm this way and then that, carefully pushing his sleeve further up to the bend of his elbow. It was presumptuous and rude–Auden would have been deeply annoyed had someone done that to them, but their fascination got the better of them. A thousand questions flooded Auden’s mind, their limited knowledge of Telperion trying to puzzle away what may have been possible and what may have been occurring within him. “How long have you been without the Light?” was their first question, followed swiftly by, “And how long has the Telperion been within you? What was the manner of insertion?” They say back, continuing to think, but coming up short. They may have been able to manipulate the material from inside his body, but a mistake could be deadly–the risk was not worthwhile. But it seemed his veins served as a conduit–a strong suggestion that it had leeched into the bloodstream. “Perhaps, with a vial of blood, I could find a way to extract and handle it…” It took great effort not to look overly eager at the prospect. 

[colorless-nebula-flag-archive]

coining

Laureic: a gender that feels golden in color, pure, good, bright, strong and alive. May optionally include other elements associated with Laurelin, including daytime, the sun, fire, the Vanyar, some of the Noldor, and elanor flowers. From laure, the Quenya word for “gold”.

Telpeic: a gender that feels silver in color, pure, good, bright, strong and alive. May optionally include other elements associated with Telperion, including nighttime, the moon, water, the Sindar, the Teleri, and niphredil flowers. From telpe, the Quenya word for “silver”.

Aldufluid: Fluid between laureic and telpeic. From aldu, the dual form of the Quenya word for “tree”.

They are based on the Two Trees from Tolkien’s legendarium, Laurelin and Telperion. The au is pronounced like “ow” and each e is pronounced as in “bed” (though that can be difficult for English speakers, and the “long A” sound will be understood as well).

Not to be confused with other light/gold-related genders:

Aureusgender: a gender that feels old, golden, and or lost and ancient.

Auroragender: A gender which is cold, clear and majestic. It is associated with the morning sky, sunlight and clouds. It can be also undefinable but also very beautiful for those who use this label.

Espegender: A gender that involves a connection to the sun or daylight.

Lichtgender: A gender represented by a ball of light.

Liroric: a gender alignment to light or brightness of some kind.

(added later)

Leukogender: a gender that shines brightly and luminously

@xeno-aligned @uncommongenders @mogai-identities-blog @lovemogai @nebularomantic @genderqueer-dream @hydrangeaflux @momma-mogai-sphinx

[pondmelody]

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TNO Watch: Varda

Helios: This world has gone mad. No matter who you are or what you believe, we can all agree that our current situation is bleak, to say the least. None of us want to give up, not really, but how do we keep going, even knowing that we might be taking a slow march to our end? How do we keep going? Who can inspire us and lead us out of this ever-growing pit of despair?

The Astronomy: 174567 Varda is a trans-Neptunian object with an absolute magnitude of 3.5. It is highly likely to be a dwarf planet. Varda was discovered in March, 2006. It is currently 47.5 AU from the Sun, and will come to perihelion around November 2096. It has been observed 68 times over 14 oppositions with precovery images back to 1980. Varda has at least one satellite, Ilmarë. It is estimated to be about 320–360 km in diameter (about 50% that of its primary). As of 2015 two mirror orbital solutions are possible with slightly different parameters.

The Myth: Like 66652 Borasisi, Varda does not come from traditional myth, but she is a literary invention. To fans of J.R.R. Tolkien, however, this might as well be established myth! She comes from The Silmarillion, and is the Queen of the Valar, the Gods in the legendarium. She is one of the greatest of the Valar, being associated with light she is central to the dualism of light and darkness in Tolkien’s cosmology. With dew from the vats of Telperion, Varda made the brightest stars in the heavens, most significantly the Valacirca, The Sickle of the Valar (The Big Dipper) and Menelmacar (Orion).

She resided with her husband Manwë (I’ll be doing him this year as well!), with whom she shared a complementary power. When they were together, Manwë “sees further than all other eyes, through mist, and through darkness, and over the leagues of the sea” and Varda “hears more clearly than all other ears the sound of voices that cry from east to west”.When the evil Valar Melkor first began to create his discord, Varda saw his true nature and rejected him. Melkor feared and hated Varda the most out of the Valar because he greatly desired to possess light. Like most of the legendarium’s characters, Varda has a different name in each of Tolkien’s invented languages. Her Quenya name Varda means “sublime” or “lofty”. When invoked by Elves, she is more commonly addressed by epithets reflecting her role in making the stars, as “Star-queen” and “Star-kindler”. Another Sindarin epithet is Fanuilos “Ever-white”.

Why She Matters: Okay, so I couldn’t NOT do her for Aqua. She represents some of the best expressions of the sign. Plus my dad is a huge Tolkien fan and He is also an Aqua. Varda represents creation, the connection to the divine that we all crave, being able to reach beyond what we are to become something more. Her most useful expression in the chart is by far the ability to sniff out bullshit from light-years away and not have any part of it. Of course, her connection to Manwë cannot be ignored, and I can take a leap and say that she represents the way a great relationship brings out the best in each partner. One more thing I find is that this dwarf planet seems unusually kind, proving that even in the dark reaches of the wild unknown you will find more than just cold indifference to us. This is backed up by a quote “Elves love and revere her most of all the Valar, and they call upon her in their hours of deepest darkness.” In just about every depiction there is of elves in recent high fantasy (from Tolkien to now, especially in regards to my favorite fantasy author Terry Brooks) elves are cold, intellectual and arrogant- they never doubt themselves or their ability to solve any problem, even when they should. They are a force to be reckoned with. So when the situations arise that make THEM scared, and finally admit that they need help, she is the one they call, and they only call on her in their most dire moments. They know better than to waste this fearsome Queen’s time or try her patience. Yet… I get a sense that she is waiting to be called forth. There is a strong undercurrent of service and devotion to her, and she wants to help those who need it. As we face a more uncertain future every day, Varda lends us the hope we need not to crumble before our fears or give into the despair that seeks to grip us and drag us down.

To find out where she shows up in your chart, go to astro.com, put in your birth details and in the extended options, all the way at the bottom of the next page, there will be a menu of additional objects. Under that is a blank space where you can enter the number 174567, for Varda. Once you have it entered, generate the chart! Where does Varda affect your life? Let us know in the comments below!

TNO Watch: Varda was originally published on Heretical Oracles

[tamlenx]

Confidence was not dimmed by her steely resolve, but Tamlen did take a step back, obscured by the sanctity of the tree as though it would warrant an equal measure of the protection that he would come to offer it. She was... domineering just by stature of her mental prowess alone and it was any wonder how she, this archdruid, had been chosen and primed to enact protection over Eden's trees. Still, they had burned, desecrated and leaving the world unbalanced then; Tamlen's ferocity and inability to allow failure would ensure he would not end up in such twisted fate. The Worldly's conviction had to ensure it, there was no other option for the celestial elf, Sune had assured him it was his life, but he had sacrificed such life to ensure protection over the unbalanced Tree. Without Telperion to enact balance upon this Laurelin, Tamlen, and perhaps this Archdruid, must be its only hope of survival.

He blinked as the shards of laughter fell from her mouth, a mocking point of all the Worldly had grown up with, dreamed of and fantasized about. He was no longer a child, but the dreams of such pampered fey were sprinkled into the warder he was today; the Worldly's ambitions were made stronger because of such stories he was weaned off of. Fables resonated a strong moral lesson and if she were not to believe that it was more than just folklore and fiction, then Tamlen was resolved that he'd nothing to prove to her. "Just like Laurelin and Telperion are fables to many others, but truth to you -and to me," a nod of his head was rather sassy, but it encapsulated all he could retort on her derision of fables.

Tamlen blinked, he'd accepted Sune's offer hastily but with the great confidence that he'd figure out the kinks just as swiftly. Laurelin's planter, this woman aged only by the way she held herself, spoke of Oztalun's omen and it bore the truth of what he had done. Such haste, such demanded promise, ideals and ambitions the Worldly crafted and challenged himself with, but so much he still had left to overturn and discover. He frowned, it was a blip of a reaction, but this archdruid was perceptive enough that Tamlen understood she'd see it, enact upon it like a lioness striking it's prey. He found honor in that, understanding, but the elf almost groaned aloud as she berated for some simple stretch of a plan. Gods, must there always be a plan? Wasn't X-Games mode plan enough? "So long as I live in the realm of a Laurelin it shall never die," there was a curt nod of his head, she wasn't close to Laer's stature or grace, but she had planted this Laurelin and that was good enough for Tamlen to offer even a modicum of slight respect for her. Plus, he was a little worried at what was to come since he didn't really offer a plan, literally not at all.

Can't over won't, strong conviction for a creature that could not lie. Either something tied his tongue or the boy put so much stock in his responsibility that he would not concede the truth of his identity for any reason. Nettelia considered that she could torture it out of him, that was the idea that was playing through her thoughts now because there was something so undeniable about the elf's presence. She felt... Powerful, strong in a way that Nettelia could recall only feeling once before, moments before she'd done the unthinkable.

Oztalun's name sang in her ears, but she disliked hearing it pour from the tongue of an intruder. Particularly here, especially given what they were collectively up against. "The dawnstone?" Nettelia laughed at that, "Fables for fey children." She remembered how the eladrins would bounce their infants on their knee and whisper about a stone that had been shattered so long ago, that none remained who could attest to it properly. A world that had been broken so many times over stood between the root of that story, and the boy that stood before Nettelia now. Again though, elves could not lie, but it was possible for them to deceive, Nettelia saw no trick behind his tongue but neither did she believe in fairy tales.

There was a great deal that Oztalun had never told her or her siblings, he was a dragon and a god among them, whatever he withheld he always claimed it was because he had his reasons. It had occurred to Nettelia several times over that she had not known him as she should have, maybe had she asked maybe-

Errant thoughts would get her nowhere, Nettelia focused instead on the present, on the information she had, and what could be done. "My father told me that when the Inferno was unlocked, the Laurelin would yield a single fruit, he gave his life so that I could plant this tree." Nettelia gestured between the Laurelin and the elf, "Oztalun said that the fruit- you I presume -would be our only hope for closing it once again." Elves were deceptive in their age, this one had a severity in his gaze that failed to be unnerving but spoke to some measure of experience and maturity. Still, Nettelia couldn't shake the inkling notion that he was still so young, young and burdened with something that neither of them could understand. "And now you and your people are sacking this city, the Laurelin's home, all of our home- tell me, what exactly is your plan here?"

[angharradhx]

tamlenx​:

          “And I appreciate your every attempt to convince me.” It was soft and candid, summer emanated from him as the tender sneak of sun rays above the horizon, and of the golden hue that warmed silver spires back when the faerie court was whole and unharmed. Tamlen had almost fallen to the bitterness and hatred felt so heavily towards the drow, and the mortal realm in which he was forced to seek refuge; it all felt so trivial now sitting alongside Sune. His breath hitched subtly at the mention of the mortal realm, he could read between such lines and found great promise to know that though Oztalun had fought tiredly, that the essence of the tree still lived on.

No concept proved more captivating than sitting within the ethereal confines of Arvandor, upholding the sacred duty to protect the world trees alongside Sune and the others. His whole life was dedicated to the ideal of sacrifice, the bond between warder and wardee. It was a given that a wardee was not to outlive their warder and Tamlen took such oath religiously. Tamlen contemplated for a moment, his mind drifted first to Laer, his Chancellor he was devoted to protect. It soon, in a swift parallel, shifted to Raffaele for though he’d not promised the witch his ample return, the summer eladrin had made a silent promise to himself to see the witch again one day. “If I were to drink, I’d be able to make it to the mortal realm and protect that which lives on still?” Tamlen was careful, he could already figure the answer but had grown weary at the thought. If the court was to be reconquered and established would that mean he could not enter any longer? Would he be stuck within his duty to the world trees, cast within the mortal realm for eternities? His tether to Laer made this infinitely more impossible as options were weighed and none seemed heavenly any longer. This realm was beautiful, the scintillating gold of the tree bouncing off that of the silver Telperion, but in such crucial moment it felt, suddenly, too good to be true.

-

“What you do, and what happens if you make it back isn’t up to me. I don’t have all the answers,Tamlen, and anyone that says they do is full of themselves.” Seers liked to think they could discern their fates, but her people had tried to avoid theirs for so long and all they managed to do was tie the noose tighter around their own neck. “Laurelin will restore you over time to the status of a high elf; that pact you’re afraid of losing, and that love you have for your chancellor… that won’t go anywhere.” Only the dark had the power to separate two souls that had been bound together, that kind of magic wasn’t permitted to exist within Arvandor. Not anymore. “You asked the soratami for their aid and they were right to see something in you, you came all this way, this isn’t my boon: it’s Laurelin’s. You can accept it, or you can walk away from it. She puts our faith in us and hopes that pact pays off, but what you ultimately do is up to you. She doesn’t control our destiny, but she has kept us alive for a very, very long time. If I had to guess it would be that Laurelin is afraid that the part of her that has taken root in the mortal realm will die without greater protection. That could be you, it might not. You could drink from this pool and never come into her blessing, you could travel all the way home and find that you’re too late: she’s already gone. I don’t get to decide, neither does Laurelin, and neither do you. All we have are the choices put in front of us.”