#Tar-Miriel

[letthefairyinyoufly]

✦ ELENDIL & TAR-MIRIEL ✦ THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RINGS OF POWER S2E6 "Where Is He?"

[olessan]

"Together we can put this right."

"You must remain calm at the storm's eye."

[wildwren]

THE TOMB OF THE SEA KING // 2.03

[drrav3nb]

LLOYD OWEN as Elendil CYNTHIA ADDAI ROBINSON as Tar-Miriel LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RINGS OF POWER | SEASON 2

[irisdouglasiana]

If we are to walk the path of the Faithful, it must be me who takes the first step.

[ichabodjane]

The Rings of Power S01E08 “Alloyed”: A Brief Recap Part 3

[Pt1]  [Pt2]  [Pt4]  [Masterpost]

[fukutomichi]

The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power / S1 / 2 Sep. 2022 - 14 Oct. 2022 Cynthia Addai-Robinson as Queen Regent Míriel template by @thereigning-lorelai ♡

[helio-phobe]

The King of Numenor, his “Trophy Prisoner” and an eavesdropper.

[spiderliliez]

The vision begins with your arrival. THE RINGS OF POWER (2022) [+] MORFYDD CLARK [GIF Collection] 🌷 [+] ..more on Galadriel ✨ [+] ..more on Tar-Míriel ✨ [+] ..more on “The Rings of Power” 🎬

[highly-flammable]

I wish Galadriel and Miriel’s paths could cross again because I miss my girls together.

[emyn-arnens]

A Sea-change

Tar-Míriel & Uinen | G | ~900 words | AO3

Mercy. Salvation. Míriel’s footsteps pound to the beat of her heart. Mercy. Salvation.

She is the rightful queen of Númenor. She is Faithful. She will not die like the accursed who gathered at the Temple of Melkor like flies to a carcass.

She must reach the flaming peak of Meneltarma, that the Valar might see her, know her to be Faithful, and save her.

She cannot look behind her. If she does, her heart will surely quail and her footsteps falter.

She looks despite herself. The wave rises in a green wall above Elenna. The blackened dome of the Temple of Melkor splinters beneath the weight of the water, cracks with a roar like an explosion of glass, and the sea purges the temple of its filth. The temple falls into the heart of the sea, marked only by the steam rising from where it stood.

She turns. The path climbs steeply ahead of her. She has so far to go.

The wind buffets her. Míriel falls, strikes her face hard against the earth as her ankle twists in a ring of searing fire. She tastes blood, spits it out. Rain streams in her eyes, and she scrubs a hand across her face, rubbing grit into her eyes. She screams—in fear, in helpless anger—but her voice is lost to the wind.

She scrambles upright, staggers, and limps forward. The peak is too far, her ankle alight with fire.

Still she runs, tearing blindly at her skirts until scraps of fabric hang in tatters about her waist. Her feet, slick with rain and blood, slap wetly against the path. Mercy. Salvation.

Her breath is fire in her lungs, and a cramp stabs her side. Water swirls about her ankles and tugs at the hem of her shift, pulling her back. This, too, she tears off, and it floats away from her, ghostly in the dark water.

The mountain shudders beneath her feet, throwing her stumbling into its side, and she scrabbles at the side of the cliff for purchase, lunges forward. Mercy. Salvation.

The ground rolls again, and Míriel falls to her knees, crying out in fear and supplication. Know me, I am Tar-Míriel, faithful and rightful queen of this land! But her cries are lost in the roar of the vengeful sea, her voice stolen by the wind and scattered over acres of rolling waves that hungrily swallow her words.

The water sweeps beneath her, lifts her up and carries her to where the peak of Meneltarma burns with divine fire, a beacon blazing furiously in the midst of the thrashing waves. Before her eyes close against the stinging waves, she catches sight of the sky, night-dark and lashed with lightning, and knows that no mercy has been reserved for her.

Water fills her mouth, her lungs in a burning rush. She cannot breathe, cannot think, cannot thrash against the unyielding grip of the water. Her limbs loosen and her body sags in the water, giving in to the furor of the waves. The embrace of the sea is a fierce shove and a tender caress, sterner and gentler than anything Míriel has known in life. 

With the clarity of the dying, she remembers suddenly every prayer she whispered to Uinen, huddled at the edge of the sea, murmuring penitent prayers for the misdeeds of her husband and her people as the waves lapped at her feet. The words well in her again, unspoken.

Darkness seeps beneath her eyelids like ink, and she welcomes it, falls into it. The waves brush her brow in the tenderest touch she has ever felt, and she knows no more.

Míriel sinks, a glimmering jewel falling into darkness.

She is dead, and she is not. Her body is no more. Where once she had arms, fingers, legs, and feet, she is now no more than seafoam, a stirring of the current, a tide propelling the waves. She is formless, voiceless but sees clearly and keenly through the green water that swirls about her.

A flash of gold catches her gaze. Ships of sable and gold sink slowly, their sails billowing to slow their fall. Men fall from their decks, their arms spread wide. Their armor glints dimly in the darkening water. In the center of the wreckage sinks the mightiest ship of them all, a floating castle, huge and many-masted, with many banners of sable and gold rippling from its masts.

Míriel draws closer. The king who boarded the ship in foolish, vain pride is gone, trapped beneath the hills in ceaseless torment. But his men remain aboard—his men who followed every order he uttered, who knelt in worship to Melkor, who gathered the Faithful and slew them on the altar of the temple, who stained Elenna with every drop of blood they spilled.

The sea churns, and the falling ships shudder. With voiceless laughter, Míriel seizes fore and aft of the Alcarondas and folds the ship in half until its timbers burst and its masts tangle and break and its banners flutter like torn rags. 

And she draws the Castle of the Sea into the deeps.

[letthefairyinyoufly]

✦ ELENDIL & TAR-MIRIEL ✦ THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RINGS OF POWER S2E5 "Halls of Stone"

[olessan]

When Pharazon is guiding Miriel, she holds on by the arm, When Elendil is guiding Miriel, however...

[wildwren]

THE SEA IS ALWAYS RIGHT

Númenor in 2.06: "Where Is He?"

[drrav3nb]

LLOYD OWEN as Elendil CYNTHIA ADDAI ROBINSON as Tar-Miriel LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RINGS OF POWER | SEASON 2

[sniperct]

the tragedy of tar-miriel is she either believes that ensuring Elendil's safety means Numenor will survive, or she's come the conclusion that she can only save the Faithful, and I'm not sure which angle they're going for here.

All I know for sure is when she climbs the Meneltarma its going to break my heart.