#aearon

[sherlock-is-ace]

In the case of Cats (2019) the person who made something horrible and believes it‘s good does unfortunately exist, and it‘s Tom Hooper. There‘s a fantastic video from YouTuber Sideways called ‚Why the Music in Cats (2019) is Worse than you Thought‘ that goes into detail on how that man does not understand Cats — or musicals in general… 🙈

oh... ksjdfhgksfg

Also wow, I was just about to say "that's so weird cause he was involved in pretty great movies and shows as well, how can a man do both?" but I went onto wikipedia to make sure he was the guy I was thinking of and found out he was an absolute dick to the VFX team during Cats... like fully a shit of a person to those poor guys. Damn!

[gravebranches]

hands

[woabrainrot]

The wizard after Celestine nearly drowns him 🙂

[sherlock-is-ace]

29, 40 & 55? 😊

29. Dumbest lie you ever told? Once when I was a kid I cut a little bit of my hair for absolutely no reason, and panicked because my mom was gonna get mad so I hit the hair cut behind a chest of drawers. And when my mom found it and asked me if I cut my hair I said no, and that I didn't know how that got there... while being the only person in the house with straight brown hair lol

40. What was the last gift you gave? Well I bought some pants today and turns out they don't fit me but they do fit my mom so... I guess that? but it wasn't intended to be a present, the seller just fucked me over lol

55.What is your favourite flower? Pansies! <3

100 Questions!

[gravebranches]

he's pondering. base used

[eilinelsghost]

Lembas

Finrod took it with a nod of thanks and bit off a corner as his eyes drifted over the mere before them. In the dark of Araman, he had sat alone amid the grief and fury of his father’s departure, his back turned pointedly towards Aman until the fading line of the returning passed beyond sight. He would not look back, he told himself. Never again would he allow his eyes to dart behind at what was forsaken—nay, his bitterness cried out, at what had forsaken him—till their road was followed and the journey complete. He would face the dark, he would face the Ice, and walk headlong into their doom with never another glance of regret. Or so, at least, he had purposed in his grief. It was Meril who sought him out at last and found him with the angry tears still hot upon his cheeks. She had stood before him then, a tall specter amid the clinging mists, and placed a wafer of lembas upon his palm. Rise, herunya, for these that remain are thine. He bit again from the edge of this new waybread, savoring the mild sweetness on his tongue. It fortified his resolve even as that first had done, this too bestowed from Meril’s hand; once again a blessing and an edict. All doors had been closed as they made their silent way through the city, all windows shuttered. But Meril was there awaiting them at the Annon Aearon, tall and silver against the dark passage, and she held the provisions before her in open defiance. “Go now, herunya,” she had kissed his forehead and placed the parcel in his empty hands, “in folly perhaps, but not in dishonor. And may the bread of our people’s Great Journey hold thee sustained now through the steps of thine own.” It had been bitter comfort at the time, for she would offer no wisdom for their road and jealously did he covet such counsel. Meril had ever been at his side���from the break in Araman to the founding of his kingdom, to its governance and keeping, and thence to its loss. Even in that hour she had held, grim and quiet at his right while the storm rose about him and drowned every word from his lips.

—Except from Darkly the Sundering Flood, Atandil part 15

[swanmaids]

Hi! If you're up to it, starwing + 6 for the kiss meme pls? <3

6. on a falling tear

Sirion's town hall was busier than Eärendil could ever remember it having been. The floorboards creaked under the weight of so many dancing feet as circle upon circle of Sirion's people - not to mention half of Balar's - stepped in and out and spun around in a feat of synchronisation that was surely beautiful for any outside witness. Above the thumping feet, Dirhaval the bard struck up yet another jaunty ballad on his lute.

In the centre of the circling dancers - and more than a little conscious under the weight of so many eyes - Eärendil danced with his wife. His wife! He doubted he would ever get used to that thought. Elwing the Lovely - and him, a man burdened with a heart that yearned for the sea and a Doom handed down from his grandfathers that hung heavy. But married they were, and the raucous celebrations that currently threatened the town hall's architecture were just more proof of it.

"Are you alright, my darling?" Elwing called over the din, sweat shining on her forehead and her braids and beads swinging .

"Perfect!" He cried in response, narrowly dodging someone's spilling cup of rice wine.

And despite his sore feet, despite the recent completion of Eärrámë that signalled his parents' looming departure, despite the ever-raw absence of those who should have been present on this most important of days - he meant it. That was the strange feeling building up in his chest and blooming outwards, he realised - simple contentment.

The song came to an end, and the dancers to a rest. Elwing flung her arms around him and they clung to one another; breathing hard and sweating and eyes sparkling as they smiled. Eärendil was unsurprised when the tears begun to run down his cheeks - he was simply too full of emotions with nowhere to go.

Elwing kissed his face where the tears fell, and he imagined her tasting the salt of them; the same as the salt of the sea that had nurtured them both. "I'm well," he reassured her when she pulled away, "I'm just so happy. I never thought..."

He was unsure of how to finish the thought, but as always she was with him. They knew each other's hearts too well.

"I know," she said, "I never thought we'd get to have this either. But I think we can. I think we can have this, Seron Aearon."

Dirhaval called out the beginnings of another song, and Eärendil took his wife's hands. Together, they danced on.

[varda-delle-stelle]

A Elbereth Gilthoniel

silivren penna míriel

O menel aglar elenath!

Na-chaered palan-díriel

o galadhremmin ennorath,

Fanuilos, le linnathon

nef aear, sí nef aearon!

A Elbereth Gilthoniel

o menel palan-diriel,

le nallon sí di'nguruthos!

A tiro nin, Fanuilos!

This is the Mother Mountain behind my Home and when I got out this afternoon I felt amazed watching the light and the mist around me and I truly felt like I had stepped into the mythical word (or maybe all of our planet looked like this) and I really wanted to take a picture, so here it it is alongside Varda's hymn because she is the best and I love her so much 💙

[officiallanxichen]

[Audio description: a recording of me singing outside. The tune is in a minor-like key and is reminiscent of medieval plainchant. The lyrics are as follows:

A Elbereth Gilthoniel

Silivren penna míriel

O menel aglar elenath

Na-chaered palan-díriel

O galadhremmin ennorath

Fanuilos, le linnathon

Nef aear, sí nef aearon!

End audio description.]

live to you from my back alley: a elbereth gilthoniel!

[mirmi]

10 songs 10 people

tagged by @jerichoes

rules: put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up

Alessia Cara – How Far I’ll Go (’Moana’) [mostly there because of the metal cover by Egorov]

Käärijä – Paidaton riehuja

Blackmore’s Night – Dancer and the Moon

Ace of Base – My Déjà Vu

Josh Groban – Solo por ti

Poets of the Fall – You’re Still Here

Annika Bruhns, Andreas Bieber – Boote in der Nacht (’Elisabeth’)

The Rasmus – Last Waltz

Patti LuPone – As If We Never Said Goodbye (’Sunset Boulevard’)

Poets of the Fall – Desire

Add Tom Lehrer and jazzy murder songs to the mix, and that’s pretty much my musical taste covered 😅

(Also laughing a bit at accidental Finnish domination.)

Tagging @canepatrick @livingauthorssociety @calcu-lass @aearon @nonamerat @bosetsu @being-of-rain @thebraxiatelcollection @jethroq @would-you-like-a-jelly-baby @missanthropicprinciple and anyone who wants to, basically 

[vivizn]

@alexxel

[mxthbladed]

@three-hundred-lives-and-a-sword said: ☀

A Elbereth Gilthoniel, silivren penna miriel o menel aglar elenath, na-chaered palan diriel o galadhremmin ennorath nef aear, sí aearon, Fanuilos, le linnathon Nef aear, sí aearon! Acts of Affection * Singing them to sleep

Her eye was starting to get heavy as the song wafted through the air, soothing her racing thoughts quite easily. A sleepy chitter escaped her as she murmured, "Your voice is...really pretty..."

[human-antithesis]

The Strength to Dream

Lyrics: Lately I feel I'm going under, And sometimes I don't want to see tomorrow. All I need is to hold the dream, just to touch the dream, Can it ever happen? Oh, your true sincerity, your kindness, means so much to me; But sometimes it feels like nothing is real except this pain and dark uncertainty.

Lately I've been feeling more like giving it all away; There's been a black cloud over me and now I feel the rain. My dreams never seem to lead me to the open road; And cracks have slowly begun to show in the bridge from here to my only goal.

In the ebb of my mind I try to climb the tower of strength What can fill this cold empty void of what I fear will never be? I find that I follow pathways that lead me nowhere.

The truth is I am chained to my ideals, and I can't change it; But something in me yearns to win; I know real love is there to find us. If I ever stop believing I'll always find the strength to dream. But for now depression smiles down upon me; Oh, what I would give to know you.

A Elbereth Gilthoniel silivren penna míriel o menel aglar elenath! Na-chaered palan-díriel o galadhremmin ennorath, Fanuilos, le linnathon nef aear, sí nef aearon!

[whats-in-a-sentence]

A Elbereth Gilthoniel,

silivren penna míriel

o menel aglar elenath!

Na-chaered palan-díriel

o galadhremmin ennorath,

Fanuilos, le linnathon

nef aear, sí nef aearon!

"The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring" - J.R.R. Tolkien

[vivizn]

@alexxel

"Imagine getting a parking ticket and choosing trial by combat.”

-bard, after hearing how the town we’re visiting has an arena for people that choose trial by combat

[gravebranches]

birthday present for my oc. all my friends love aearon and i never draw him so once a year i feed them