#The Lord of the Dark

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"THEN MORGOTH STRETCHING OUT HIS LONG ARM TOWARDS DOR-LOMIN CURSED HÚRIN AND MORWEN AND THEIR OFFSPRING..."

PIC INFO: Spotlight on a First Age Tolkien Legendarium piece titled "Morgoth Punishes Húrin," gouache on illustration board, artwork by Ted Nasmith. First appeared in the new illustrated edition of "The Silmarillion," published by HarperCollins in 2004.

"Then wrath mastered Morgoth, and he said: "Yet I may come at you, and all your accursed house; and you shall be broken on my will, though you all be made of steel." And he took up a long sword that lay there and broke it before the eyes of Hurin, and a splinter wounded his face; but Hurin did not blench. Then Morgoth stretching out his long arm towards Dor-Lomin cursed Hurin and Morwen and their offspring, saying:

"Behold! The shadow of my thought shall lie upon them wherever they go, and my hate shall pursue them to the ends of the world." But Hurin said: "You speak in vain. For you cannot see them, nor govern them from afar: not while you keep this shape, and desire still to be a King visible upon earth.""

-- "THE CHILDREN OF HÚRIN" Chapter 3 "The Words of Húrin and Morgoth," written by J.R.R. Tolkien, compiled, & edited by Christopher Tolkien and published in 2007

Sources: www.tednasmith.com/tolkien/morgoth-punishes-hurin & https://valarguild.org/tolkien/encyc/articles/h/HurinThalion/HurinMorgoth.htm.

[whimsifae]

the most fun a girl can have is finding parallels, noticing patterns, making connections, contemplating

[kirain]

My favourite bit of BG3 lore is that Withers is legitimately responsible for the Dead Three, but he's probably too embarrassed to tell you, so every time you ask him to elaborate he just gives you a very stern, "Noooo."

I also love that the reason he's responsible for their uprising is because he got bored. He literally got bored of his position as Lord of the Dead and wanted to retire, so when these three morally questionable humans came looking for godhood he was like, "Hmmm. Yes, okay. Here. Take my portfolios. Fight over them. I don't care. I quit."

So after bowling with skulls in a friendly competition to decide who would get what portfolio, they took up his powers and wreaked havoc on the world. Only at that moment did Jergal, AKA Withers, AKA our precious Bone Daddy think, "I'm just now, internally, asking myself, in quite a worried way, whether I might've made an error."

So he joins your merry band and watches your escapades, calmly twiddling his fingers while you clean up his mess. He's happy to lend his aid, even to the point that he'll bring Durge back to life if they reject Bhaal, even though he technically shouldn't. But he's Withers. The rules don't apply to him. If Ao doesn't like it, he can descend from the Heavens and say it to his rotting face.

And the reason he saves Durge isn't necessarily because he likes them or because he's a morally good entity (though one certainly could make that argument), but because he wants to add insult to injury. He steals Bhaal's child with a big smile on his face, dubs them his Chosen, and praises them for rejecting all the power they were promised. But of course, he still doesn't tell them who he is—or rather who he was.

Then, when all is said and done, he throws Tav and their companions a cute little party. No one knows it's probably half a thank you party and half a "Withers is bored again" party. And if anyone misbehaves, he'll get irritated and whisk them away. Because how dare they? He put a lot of work into that.

And at the end of it all, he walks up to a mural of the Dead Three and basically goes, "Lmao. Thou didst fuck around, and thou didst find out." Just savagely roasting them.

And then poof!

He waves them into non-existence.

[burningvelvet]

a twitter thread that actually killed me

[charbroiledchicken]

reblog if you're a writer but would rather drink straight cyanide than show any of your family members your work

[covvboytears]

A Burst of Light, Audre Lorde

[newwavesylviaplath]

[mrghostrat]

i sat down to draw some smut for the smut war and found this poor wip that has been sitting in my "to draw" pile since october

it seemed like an awfully fitting way to start 👁️👁️

[rienafoutre]

[floweroflaurelin]

I’mma sing you a sacred psalm

On your knees, pray along…

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We did a Hatchetfield marathon recently and my decade-long on-again off-again Starkid obsession came ROARING back!! Grace Chasity was designed to appeal to everything I love to paint, so naturally here I am ✨

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"... MORGOTH... ISSUED FORTH CLAD IN BLACK ARMOUR; AND HE STOOD BEFORE THE KING LIKE A TOWER, IRON-CROWNED..."

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on a piece depicting Fingolfin, High King of the Noldor, dueling with Morgoth Bauglir, the Dark Enemy, at the Gates of Angband, Iron fortress to the Dark Lord in Northern Beleriand, at the feet of the Iron Mountains (Erin Engrin), the First Age (year 0456). Artwork by Ted Nasmith.

"Therefore Morgoth... issued forth clad in black armour; and he stood before the King like a tower, iron-crowned, and his vast shield, sable unblazoned, cast a shadow over him like a stormcloud. But Fingolfin gleamed beneath it as a star; for his mail was overlaid with silver, and his blue shield was set with crystals; and he drew his sword Ringil, that glittered like ice.

Then Morgoth hurled aloft Grond, the Hammer of the Underworld, and swung it down like a bolt of thunder. But Fingolfin sprang aside, and Grond rent a mighty pit in the earth.... Many times Morgoth essayed to smite him, and each time Fingolfin leaped away...; and he wounded Morgoth with seven wounds, and seven times Morgoth gave a cry of anguish, whereat the hosts of Angband fell upon their faces in dismay, and the cries echoed in the Northlands.

But at the last the King grew weary, and Morgoth bore down his shield upon him. Thrice he was crushed to his knees, and thrice arose again and bore up his broken shield and stricken helm. But the earth was all... pitted about him, and he stumbled and fell backward before the feet of Morgoth; and Morgoth set his left foot upon his neck.... Yet with his last and desperate stroke Fingolfin hewed the foot with Ringil, and the blood gushed forth black and smoking and filled the pits of Grond.

Thus died Fingolfin, High King of the Noldor, most proud and valiant of the Elven-kings of old. The Orcs made no boast of that duel at the gate; neither do the Elves sing of it, for their sorrow is too deep. Yet the tale of it is remembered still..."

-- "The Silmarillion," "Quenta Silmarillion," Chapter 18, "Of the Ruin of Beleriand and the Fall of Fingolfin," written by J.R.R. Tolkien (published posthumously in 1977)

Sources: http://oxfordinklings.blogspot.com/2011/08/of-fingolfin-and-morgoth-ii.html & www.henneth-annun.net/events_view.cfm?evid=1473.

[bg3shitpostandfanart]

Karsus crown heist with the bois.

30 secs later:

[s-aint-elmo]

part 2 of my pining falin agenda aka I STAND WITH MARCILLE THAT DRESS WAS CUNT

part 1

(ID in alt text)

[frizzdotbizz]

some of the stuff i know i never shared here

[krossan]

This is the sibling rivalry I need

[kawareo]

Death by Snu Snu, Ketheric Thorm foresaw

Happy New Years!!

spent way too much time on this lmao but oh well it looks pretty and my boy looks even prettier