#Menegroth

[chechula]

Every year Tolkien-themed Inktober doodles! Here goes: Melkor and Ungoliath watch tree lights, the light of the golden tree and dancing Maiar, first elves by the lake, Aqualonde, and bridge to Menegroth ♥ I already drew these already for 8years! Previous ones: Hobbit The Fellowship of the Ring The Two Towers The Return of the King Silmarillion Childern of Húrin Song of Dúrin

[thranduilofsmirkwood]

[violecov]

Thingol and little Turin.

The best is that this is basically Canon XDD

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[whiteladyofithilien]

So if I understand the Professor correctly the ideal way to find a man is to stand in a forest singing? Got it.

[youmisguidedmartyr]

I think about Thranduil Oropherion in reference to Doriath A LOT

Do you think he sat with a sickening disappointment for all that time because no matter how hard he tried, his Greenwood/Mirkwood fortress couldn't compare to the Menegroth of his childhood?? Or are you normal about the Sindar

[chaos-of-the-abyss]

considering that thranduil knows intimately what it's like to take up a position of kingship following the abrupt, violent death of the previous ruler who was an elder member of his family, i wonder if he ever thought back to dior...

[foedhrass]

Elu Greycloak's grey (silver) cloak.

Thingol cosplay by me, photo by Noldorheart (IG)

[aylen-san]

Thingol: a king drawn in shadow.

He was not a ruler. He was not a warrior. He was a mirage that could not be turned away. Thingol, king of the elves, who chose stillness in a world where everything tends to flee. Some call him proud, others cautious, but perhaps he simply realized that the journey was too long and that nothing could be worth that infinity.

He didn't fight the world - he built it, brick by brick, leaving scars with every decision he made that no one saw. One who knows the darkness will not go away and yet continues to resist it.

[meadowlarkx]

grief and pride - embroidery for @tolkienekphrasisweek day 4, Gardening & Landscape Architecture! I was thinking about memory and how Elves might tell of particular places in adornments on clothing (imagining both of these designs on sleeves.)

First: Years of the Trees Fëanorian ornamentation, reminders of the Gardens of Lórien where Míriel lay, with Finwë's crest.

Second: Late First Age or Second Age Iathrim ornamentation, reminders of Menegroth and the First Kinslaying.

welcome to 'more photos and rambles at length'!!

Working on these little guys for a while I had time to think a fair amount about them. The concept of being literally clothed in one's sorrows feels very Elven and Tolkien to me. It's something about the long years and accumulating griefs, laying claim to and embodying them (powerful!), and the accompanying actions and grudges, and it's a thread that runs through both these groups. Fëanor is one of the first in the narrative to have this sort of memory/shadow on his heart, that of Míriel's passing. I love the similarities and connections between him and Míriel and the way she haunts the story, so I really enjoy the idea of Fëanor (and his sons!) reminding everyone of her absence subtly or unsubtly at every chance, including with their clothing--a mark of family loyalty which is also a nice fuck you to Indis and her children. Lórien is lush and verdant with golden flowers and mountain immortelle, don't @ me silvery tolkiengateway descriptions. I wanted this one to feel bright and vivid to echo the noontide of Valinor and the family's pride and brilliance. Finwë's crest got included in the design partly because it's less complicated than Fëanor's crest (shh), but also because I can completely see Fëanor making a(nother) claim to heirdom by wearing it.

Then of course he sets in motion greater horrors to remember. I am always thinking (@swanmaids has a great post about this) of the support Elwing canonically has in Sirion for her decision not to relinquish the Silmaril. And after seeing the 2nd kinslaying, it had to be a difficult, brave, potentially very controversial decision to hold on to it, but people are with her on this--I imagine motivated partly by real anger and grief over all they had lost and insistence upon memory, pride, dignity, identity etc. which probably remain with the few who survive the Sirion kinslaying too. And remembering Menegroth's beauty goes hand-in-hand with the grief--so I went for a bleaker look here, not the deep forest I usually picture (the 2 green vines, though, symbolizing in my head the surviving royal family/Peredhel!). This design being more of a picture of the place and less "abstract" was an attempt to gesture towards some cultural and stylistic differences in art, etc. I know this one isn't exactly a garden, but if we squint all of Doriath is an enclosed garden, so...!

Also here are the other pics. I'm imagining them bigger, but they are pretty little in real life!

[serene-faerie]

Doriath Dashboard Simulator (part 2)

🌲 treehugger Following

I love you oaks I love you beech trees I love you pines I love you holly I love you forests of Doriath and all of your beautiful leaves 💚

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🌺 queen-melyanna Follow

Aman is great and the Gardens of Lórien are beautiful, no doubt

But does Aman have a regal, grey-eyed, super tall Elf king with long grey hair and a strong jawline?

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🌈 thingol-and-melian-can-rail-me Following

Thinking about moving to Doriath? Excellent!

If you've always wanted to live in a kingdom ruled by a DILF and MILF couple, then Menegroth is the place for you!

🐝 hello-my-honey Follow

Girl you do realize that Thingol and Melian are happily married to each other???

🌈 thingol-and-melian-can-rail-me Following

Well that hasn't stopped this elleth from dreaming about a threesome with them 🙈

🍄 from-the-nether-region Follow

I'm straight but even I have to admit that King Thingol is a very sexy king 🤤

🌷 blossoms-of-menegroth Mutuals

Melian is truly the luckiest woman in Arda, being married to an Elda as fine as Elu Thingol

🏹 strongestbow Following

Oh for Eru's sake, don't you all have any decency?! This is your king and queen that you're speaking about!

You need to show them your respect! Not talk about them like this!

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Me reading this post like

#y'all are too thirsty ffs #sure thingol and melian are hot #but have some decency people #show some respect for your king and queen

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🏛️ daily-menegroth-pics Follow

The ceiling of Menelrond

#my pics #menegroth #doriath #throne halls #arda #middle earth #beleriand

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🌳 queen-beech Mutuals

We got some new guests here in Menegroth; some of the Noldor from Aman. So far, I really like them!

Finrod is such a sweetheart, and he's really good at speaking Sindarin too! King Thingol really seems to like him (guess it helps that he's part Teleri). And his sister Artanis seems to have gotten Queen Melian's interest. Same with Lord Celeborn, not that I blame him.

Artanis has the prettiest hair I've ever seen in the world!!!

I'm so excited to get to know these guests! I sure hope we can all be friends :)

🌳 queen-beech Mutuals

Wait what do you mean they were hiding a literal slaughter of our kindred in Alqualondë???

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Posts that aged poorly

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"Why are you so mad at the Noldor??? We literally saved your lives from Morgoth!!! You should just get over the Kinslaying already!!!"

Omg I know!!! It's not like the Noldor took advantage of King Thingol's hospitality and kept quiet about Alqualondë until he had to confront them about it!!! It's not as if we Sindar are ethnically related to the Teleri, which that means some of us may have had relatives killed in Alqualondë!!! It's totally not as if the Noldor had other motives for coming all the way to Middle-earth and are refusing to respect the people who've lived here longer than them!!!

I guess we Sindar are just overreacting after all :)

🌼 sunflowerdaughter Mutuals

Damn you went for the kill!

But well said, my friend! Anyone who tells us that we're overreacting has clearly lost their mind. Either that, or they're a kinslayer themselves.

🔘 celegorms-girlfriend-deactivated-6702

Oh sure, go ahead and pin the kinslaying on us. You know, it's not like the Teleri could've just avoided the bloodshed by giving us their ships. It's not as if they didn't start the fight themselves. No, the Teleri are poor innocent babies in this and we Fëanorians are the true scum of Arda and even worse than Morgoth himself :))))

I've said this once and I'll say it again: if it weren't for us, you Sindarin cowards would've already been slaving away in the mines of Angband. You should be thanking us for saving your asses instead of getting on our case about Alqualondë.

🌅 sunset-in-the-trees Mutuals

Wow, aren't you a piece of work? I'd expect nothing less from a hardcore Fëanorian supporter lmao

First of all, we Sindar were already battling Morgoth long before you even came to Middle-earth. While you were slaughtering your own kindred, we were doing a kin-avenging of Denethor, so you can shut up about that. Plus, our armies were decimated so that's why we can't even fight in battle now.

Second of all, you didn't even need to steal the damn ships. Fingolfin and his people crossed the Helcaraxë into Middle-earth so you could've just done that instead of killing Elves who were literally unarmed and unprepared. It's telling that you blame the Teleri for defending themselves when you literally ignored their protests and tried to steal the ships anyways. And then you tried to hide this from King Thingol when you know that he's friends with Olwë??? And then you wonder why he hates the Fëanorians and kicked you out of Doriath! I'd do the same if I were in his shoes!

Lastly, I think I speak for all of the Sindar when I say that I would rather be a slave in Angband than ally myself with the likes of you. If this is how you Fëanorians are gonna treat us, then we don't owe you an alliance.

Go back to kissing up to your precious Fëanorians on your own blog.

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Annnnd they've deactivated lmao

Guess they couldn't handle your clapback

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🐿️ thesquirrelwhisperer Following

Friendly reminder that if a squirrel gives you an acorn, you must always accept it! It means that you're the squirrel's friend!

🌰 nuts-about-squirrels Follow

And if a squirrel climbs onto your shoulder, don't be scared! He's just being friendly!

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🌌 princess-tinuviel Follow

When he's dark-haired and has a rugged beard 😍

When he looks at you like you're his entire world 😍

When he's strong enough to lift you into his arms 😍

When he can pin you up against a tree like it's nothing 😍

When he calls you "Tinúviel" 😍

#my boyfriend is so hot #and so sweet as well #i love him sm #shut up tinuviel #hornyposting #do not rb

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🪈 daeron-the-bard Following

I don't understand what's so special about Lúthien's boyfriend

Sure he passed through Ered Gorgoroth and Nan Dungortheb and fought off Morgoth's forces by himself which is impressive I guess

But how did this Beren guy even manage to get Lúthien to fall in love with him???

💮 crownofniphredil Follow

I'm gonna be honest and say that it's probably his eyes

He's got the eyes of a sad baby deer and some girls just love that

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💧 es-gal-duin Follow

First Beren and Lúthien stole a Silmaril from Bauglir, then they both died, and now they've come back to life as mortals??? Lúthien has been given mortality???

This year has been wild as hell lmao

I wouldn't be surprised if King Thingol decides to adopt a mortal as his son next year

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🦌 king-elu Following

I've only had Túrin for a day and a half and if anything happens to him, I'll kill everyone in Menegroth and then myself

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🌸 menegrothsroyalfamilystan Follow

Reblog if you think King Thingol and Queen Melian are the sexiest rulers in all of Middle-earth

✴️ notice-me-feanorians Follow

Oh please!

As if the king and queen of Doriath could ever match the glory and majesty of High King Fëanáro himself! He was beautiful and strong, and no one can even hope to be as fabulous as him: not Thingol, not Finrod, not Fingolfin, and not even Fingon!

Long live the House of Fëanor!

🍂 lady-of-autumn Following

Ew get the Kinslayer off this post

🛡️ fingolfin-can-destroy-me Follow

Sorry, but this is High King Fingolfin erasure and I won't stand for it

Who else had the balls to duel Morgoth and wound him seven times???

🌸 menegrothsroyalfamilystan Follow

Has your high king ever married a sexy Maia after looking into her eyes for 200 years?

Has your high king ever carried out a kin-avenging of his long-term ally and best friend?

Has your high king fathered the most badass half-Maia daughter in all of Beleriand?

Yeah. I thought so.

Long live King Thingol and Queen Melian!

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🍁 nostalgic-doriath-povs Mutuals

POV: It's the wedding of Beren and Lúthien and you're enjoying a slice of blackberry rose tart during the feast

🦊 nivrimvixen Following

Wait what do you mean it's been 37 years since the Quest for the Silmaril???

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Posts that make you feel really old when you least expect it

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🌱 lord-0r0ph3r Following

Doriath is officially no more. Our king and queen are dead, and it's likely that the young princes are dead as well. The only consolation is that Celegorm, Caranthir, and Curufin are also dead, and young Elwing is alive and well.

To my fellow Sindar, do not lose hope.

We must look out for each other and rebuild here in the Havens of Sirion. We must endure the cruelty of Bauglir and his forces. But we will not surrender so long as we fight back. We will not give into Bauglir or the Fëanorians.

One day, we will be the harbingers of vengeance. One day, Bauglir will be sent to the Void. And one day, the Fëanorians will have to answer for their crimes.

For now, let us rest and heal. There is still much work to be done, and we will need all of our strength in the coming days.

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Link to part 1 here.

[gwaedhannen]

[Excerpt from Sorrow Beyond Words: Collected Testimony of the War of Wrath, 4th Edition; ed. Elrond Peredhel. Archive of Cîw Annúminas, inaugural collection]

“Simply reaching Menegroth was a struggle. Doriath had become a twisting nightmare of overgrowth and rot and mists, as Morgoth’s power warred with the remains of the Girdle and our old songs. Ai, our home, our haven! I know the name of every holly in Region, before the exile. We found deadfalls surrounded by dozens of animals who’d lain down beside the trees and rotted before they died. Blind moose more antler than flesh staggered towards us even after a dozen arrows. Vines covered in dripping thorns reached for our eyes. The cherry trees were overladen with fruits that smelled like gangrene. Deildhod stumbled into a nest of maddened vipers, and only escaped because their tails were all tangled together into a festering mass and could hardly move. We never saw or heard a single bird. I’m amazed we lost no one in that whole push through Region. No, I speak a lie. I know how we passed through with nothing worse than scrapes. Elrond was with us, and the ghost of Melian’s love still recognized her kin.

“Esgalduin had nearly been dammed by one of Hírilorn’s fallen boles, but the bridge still held. We crossed and reached the ruined gates, wrought twice and broken twice. Within there was only darkness to be seen; we knew not what manner of horrors Morgoth had sent to infest the city, but Ingwion was unwilling to leave them at the rear of his forces as he moved north, if it could be helped. Celeborn stood at Elrond’s right and myself at his left. Far less an honor guard than the heir of Elu Thingol and Melian Besain deserved. Yet in those dark days it was all the honor we could muster. King Dior Eluchíl had known thirty-six summers when he was unrighteously slain. Queen Elwing Nimaew thirty-five when despair took her to the sea. Lord Elrond Peredhel beheld the city of Elu for the first and only time in his twenty-ninth summer.

“Elrond stood before his inheritance and Sang. He sang a lament, for the lost endless years of joy and peace, for deep halls lit by birdsong and echoing with wisdom, for the Forsaken People who awoke the forest and earth with many voices, for the works of beauty never to be seen again on this side of the sea. He sang a promise, that the glory of Menegroth will be remembered in the songs of Middle-Earth for as long as its children endure. He sang thanks, for the protection the halls granted us until it could shelter us no more. As his song at last ceased, I thought I heard nightingales answering him.

“Stars shone on his brow, and his hair glistened as the vault of night, and the memories of our once-eternal bliss in the woods of Thingol’s realm under Elbereth’s gifts arose in my mind. Let Oropher dream of a deep hall for his own; let Celeborn reign where he will at his wife’s side! I knew in my heart, as the echo of nightingale songs faded, that there was no lord or king I would ever stand beside save Elrond Elwingion.

“The living stone in which our kingdom once thrived knew his voice, and at long last laid down its burden and passed. The darkness over Menegroth was lifted, and we went forth into its corpse, and no beast or orc could stand before us. I do not sing of what we found and left behind when we cast down the bridge and gave leave for the river to flood the caves. It is not worth remembering.”

[a-elbereth-gilthoniell]

Great Elven-Cities of Middle Earth

[conversacomsmaug]

"Eles caminhavam lado a lado, como iguais, seguidos por seu povo. Elons e Elleths escolhidos para compor a guarnição do rei e da rainha de Mirkwood para uma visita diplomática à Lothlórien. Tauriel estava animada pois nunca havia visto pessoalmente a Senhora da Luz. Já Thranduil se sentia um pouco enfadado, não se sentia muito feliz por sair de seus salões, mas já era hora de levar sua esposa para conhecer alguns dos reinos aliados, principalmente seu parente e amigo Celeborn, Senhor de Lórien e a esposa, Galadriel, a sábia e mística que uma vez fora sua tutora em Menegroth quando ele ainda era um jovem Elon.

Tauriel olhava para o marido com orgulho e afeição, feliz por Thranduil estar saindo de sua "concha" e mudando um pouco sua visão. Eles precisariam disso, pois os tempos traziam escuridão e incertezas, mas enfrentariam juntos, como um, por seu lar e seu povo."

[myrtaceaae]

inspired by the present @curiouselleth gave me, and by Hanging Rock, in Victoria, here is a not very secret exit from the caves around Menegroth (me making things up to justify Beleg coming out of a cave)

[persephonedasilva]

Eluréd and Elurín Rescue Headcanon:

Daeron had disappeared from Doriath for years. But unknown to everyone, he resided in a small cabin he had built in Doriath. Mablung had come across him once, but he made the marchwarden swear to silence.

Every few years, Daeron would get close to Menegroth, but he never had the courage to go inside.

On one such occasion, on his way to Menegroth, he overheard angry voices and the whimpering of children.

"Your rotten father killed our beloved Lord Celegorm! Now you brats can freeze to death!" one voice raged.

There were a couple of blows landed, the children crying out in pain.

Daeron knew he was outnumbered and out matched, so he stayed hidden.

The children began to move away, unknown to the minstrel.

The adults left back to Menegroth.

Daeron was concerned for those there, but he knew he had to get to the kids.

He followed the tracks for a moment, finding the children huddled in a hollowed base of a tree.

They were twins with silver hair, gray eyes, and had features similar to King Thingol. They were both crying, each sporting a slowly forming bruise on a cheek.

Daeron talked with them, with the twins being too afraid to talk and come with him.

"You look a little like King Thingol. I was his minstrel, so you can trust me."

At the mention of their great-grandfather's name, the twins perked up. Daeron smiled softly.

The older Elf scooped up the kids.

"Pull my cloak closer around yourselves. It's quite cold," Daeron instructed, and they did so.

The minstrel quickly made for his cabin, tending to the twins.

A few days later, the trio went to the remains of Menegroth, packing some clothes, left behind food, and other necessities.

The twins had sobbed brokenly, seeing their home destroyed.

32 years later, they heard about Elwing still being alive, but her new home being attacked. It had been done by the same who attacked Menegroth years ago.

Nothing was known of their sister with rumors of her becoming a white bird.

Another 20 years later, the trio left Beleriand, surviving the sinking of that land.

100 years after that, the trio relocated to Lindon. There, Eluréd and Elurín met their nephew Elrond! He introduced them to his relative Celebrimbor.

Not long after, Daeron left, unable to ignore the call of the sea any longer.

Meanwhile, Eluréd and Elurín stayed until well into the Third Age, leaving in the year 2,713. They could no longer resist the call as well.

Once in Aman, they were happily reunited with Daeron. Only then did he go to see King Thingol. From there, they met their extended family: Maedhros and his siblings, their mom - Nerdanel, Celebrimbor, all of their relatives up to Fingolfin, and Finarfin, Eärwen and their descendants.

Celegorm apologized heavily to them, begging for forgiveness.

"Why do you ask this of us?" Elurín inquired.

"It was your servants, not you who abandoned us," Eluréd added.

"You are not them, and they are not you," Elurín told him.

"So do not burden yourself with their choices," Eluréd finished.

Celegorm smiled, crying due to how happy he was and the weight being lifted off his chest. He hugged the twins, thanking them.

Elrond came at the end of the Third Age, his sons in the year 471 of the Fourth Age, bringing Celeborn with them. The twins were happy to be reunited with their mother's uncle.

They also got to meet King Thranduil as well, telling him what had happened to them during the attack on Menegroth.

(Sorry this was so long. I didn't know how to make it into a one-shot fanfiction. But thank you to everyone who read through it all.)

[tar-thelien]

No self-control, no self-control, no se-

Anyway I wrote the Prologue to the werewolf Celegorm Au

Summary:

- and in that moment, Oromë appeared, revealing himself once more after all those years, and Celegorm smiled. “Thee has't spill thy crualty the lasteth timeth upon the Eldar! From this moment on, thee shalt findeth yourself high-lone in a w'rld yond hast oncefound filled with those who did love thee and b're thy lights high. --- Anon thy Hröa and Fëa nay m're beest alike!” Oromë´s curse wrung through the dead halls and woods of Menegroth. Celegorm is cursed to live on after the second kinslaying in the form alike to that of Sauron´s wolves.

Words: 469

Celegorm, his footsteps faltered as he tracked through the dense forest undergrowth, as if he was learning to walk again, felt a stormy mix of dread, disbelief, and hatred coursing through his veins.

As the fatal strike from Dior spear had landed on his neck, enveloping him in darkness, Dior's lifeless form had collapsed next to him, exhaling his final breath, and in that moment, Oromë appeared, revealing himself once more after all those years, and Celegorm smiled. He was being welcomed home by his Vala. By the only Vala he had ever preyed to and had never stopped prey to. The Vala he still made offerings and rituals too.

The wild Vala, enraged by the brutality of Celegorms curalty however lifted his powerful clawed hand and unleashed, not a blessing or a welcome home, but a curse upon the Feanorian using the divine language of the Valar. As he spoke, his words resonated like the call of the huntsman's own horn, echoing loudly while the very air trembled under the force of Orome's anger. The wild god's wrath manifested in a thunderous display, as the trees rattled and wolves and hounds howled and growled.

Although Celegorm lacked the ability to understand Valarin that Makalaurë possessed, he was able to comprehend the words as if they where spoken in Quenya.

“Thee has't spill thy crualty the lasteth timeth upon the Eldar! From this moment on, thee shalt findeth yourself high-lone in a w'rld yond hast oncefound filled with those who did love thee and b're thy lights high.  Thee shalt wand'r aimlessly, nev'r knowing true companionship 'r the warmth of anoth'r's toucheth.  The songs of birds shalt beest replaced by the echoes of t'rtur'd screams as thee roam Eä in the f'rm of those thee hath used to hunteth! And those who didst love thee shalt hunteth thee f'r their hatred towards what thou art! Anon thy Hröa and Fëa behold alike!”

Oromë´s curse wrung through the dead halls and woods of Menegroth and at that the Vala vanished amid a flurry of withered leaves and circling screaming falcons, leaving Celegorm consumed in a wave of anguish and torment.

His skin began to feel hot, as if boiling, and it felt as if unnumbered needles were simultaneously piercing him. Claws abruptly emerged from his fingertips and toes, shredding through his skin and nails. His jaw fractured and extended forward, while his white hair was ribbed from his scalp, replaced by sturdier shorter strands. The structure of his spine grew and grew, breaking through his back. His bones shattered and realigned until his very essence, his Hröa, became unrecognizable, transformed beyond familiarity.

The forest around him seemed to grow darker, as if the very trees were crying out in condemnation.

He was indeed learning to walk again. On four paws.