#amon-hen

[lady-arryn]

THE LORD OF THE RINGS set design appreciation: ― Amon Hen

[emilybeemartin]

Okay Emily, I have to ask a question that's been burning in the back of my mind since you started your Boromir Lives AU series: how did Amon Hen go down in this AU?

Canon Amon Hen: remote, isolated, barren, full of enemies

Fandom Amon Hen: populated by tiny cottages full of lonely young women with healing skills and beautiful eyes

tiny house photos from bhg.com

[khorazir]

“Amon Hen”

The fourth of eleven new watercolours depicting places in Middle-earth (and Númenor) for an upcoming book.

[ebaeschnbliah]

In a little glade not far from the lake he found Boromir ...

He was sitting with his back to a great tree, as if he was resting. But Aragorn saw that he was pierced with many black-feathered arrows; his sword was still in his hand, but it was broken near the hilt; his horn cloven in two was at his side. Many Orcs lay slain, piled all about him and at his feet.

Aragorn knelt beside him. Boromir opened his eyes and strove to speak. At last slow words came. 'I tried to take the Ring from Frodo ' he said. 'I am sorry. I have paid.' His glance strayed to his fallen enemies; twenty at least lay there. 'They have gone: the Halflings: the Orcs have taken them. I think they are not dead. Orcs bound them.' He paused and his eyes closed wearily. After a moment he spoke again.

'Farewell, Aragorn! Go to Minas Tirith and save my people! I have failed.'

'No!' said Aragorn, taking his hand and kissing his brow. 'You have conquered. Few have gained such a victory. Be at peace! Minas Tirith shall not fall!'

Boromir smiled.

'Which way did they go? Was Frodo there?' said Aragorn.

But Boromir did not speak again.

'Alas!' said Aragorn. 'Thus passes the heir of Denethor, Lord of the Tower of Guard! This is a bitter end. Now the Company is all in ruin. It is I that have failed. Vain was Gandalf's trust in me. What shall I do now? Boromir has laid it on me to go to Minas Tirith, and my heart desires it; but where are the Ring and the Bearer? How shall I find them and save the Quest from disaster?'

He knelt for a while, bent with weeping, still clasping Boromir's hand. So it was that Legolas and Gimli found him. They came from the western slopes of the hill, silently, creeping through the trees as if they were hunting. Gimli had his axe in hand, and Legolas his long knife: all his arrows were spent. When they came into the glade they halted in amazement; and then they stood a moment with heads bowed in grief, for it seemed to them plain what had happened.

JRR Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings, The Two Towers,  The Departure of Boromir

Peter Jackson, The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring, Extended Edition

[mightnotfeelrealbutitsok]

Viggo Mortensen telling anecdotes about the lotr filming is a comfort thing for me

[wind-in-the-sky]

Whole fic for 'We do not love the sword for its sharpness

Warning: major character death because it's my take on Amon Hen and Boromirs death

(Not hugely original, I know, but eh, it fit the race against the clock prompt for day 1 of whumptober)

Just as he manages to fell the last of the orcs that had gathered at the top of the hill near the bleak remains of the seat of seeing, Aragorn heard a great ringing cry come from further down – HasteUrgencyAidByTheValarHelpHelpHelp – the horn of Vorondil had sounded, just as it had been at the beginning of this quest, and with its urgent song it compelled all those who could to aid the fair son of Gondor.

The horn sounds again, another desperate call, the orcs faltering against the brightness of the sound, and Aragorn moves; springing into action, he belts down the hill to where that desperate sound had come from, followed closely by Legolas and Gimli both – the tree branches grasping and snagging at their legs, hindering them in their race against time. Soon enough, they break into an area of flatter ground to the sound of pitched fighting and the unmistakable whistle-thud of arrows meeting flesh – No, it couldn’t be! – but there is scant time to pause, as the fresh set of orcs set upon them. Aragorn is a near blur in his action; his sword biting deep into orcish flesh and his dagger backing it up. He dimly registers a low whistle from Gimli about the numbers of dead already lying around them; Boromir was a man who took after the warrior legends of old, and his skill with a blade was formidable.

A sudden icy dread seized his spine as he broke through the enemy ranks and races ever closer – Merry and Pippin were with him, and if that were the case then Boromir would willingly sacrifice his body to see his “little ones” safe. Aragorn finally burst into the clearing, and laid eyes on that which he had dreaded most – Boromir is slumped over his knees, several black arrows piercing his chest, blood leaking from the wounds crimson-bright as it dripped onto the forest floor. A great, hulking orc looms over him, drawing a twisted black bow to deliver the final shot. 

 

NO!

 

With a great cry Aragorn brings his sword arcing down on the misshapen bow, breaking it clean in twain. A grunt, and the uruk hai he'd just tackled pushes him back - the both of them thudding into a tree - and the uruk's curved shield comes arcing up and the points of it thud into the bark either side of his neck, trapping him there until he ducks out from underneath, just in time to avoid the swing of an equally wicked sword. From then on, the duel is a blur of fierce motion, of swords dropped and near misses up to the point Aragorn manages to skewer it on the point of his sword, then swiftly behead it.

He sprints over to Boromir and skids to his knees by his side.

"They took the little ones!" Boromir manages to grit out.

"Stay still." Aragorn replies, almost a command, as his hands clamp desperately around one of the arrow wounds, trying to stem the slow bubble of blood.

"Frodo. Where is Frodo?" it is nearer a whisper now, and Aragorn can hear the hitch in his breathing as Boromir struggles against the pain.

"I let Frodo go," he whispers back.

"Then you did what I could not, I tried to take the ring from him." his breathing stutters again, turning into near frantic gasping for air.

"The ring is beyond our reach now," is Aragorn's reply, a reassurance

"Forgive me, I did not see ... I have failed you all."

"No, Boromir. You fought bravely. You have kept your honor."

Aragorn reaches for one of the arrows - to stem the flow further, or to remove it, he doesn't know - but Boromir weakly bats his hand away.

"Leave it! It is over ... the world of Men will fall, and all will come to darkness and my city to ruin ... Aragorn." Desperation laces his tone as blood spills from his lips, his hand shooting upwards to clasp Aragorn's shoulder.

Laying one hand of his own over it, Aragorn reassures him "I do not know what strength is in my blood, but I swear to you I will not let the White City fall, nor our people fail." 

"Our people...our people..." 

He can see Boromir's hand grasping for his sword, laying on the leaf litter just out of his reach, so Aragorn places it in his hand and with the last of his strength Boromir brings it thudding to his chest in a pale imitation of a soldier's salute.

"I would have followed you, my brother, my captain, my King." Boromir grits out between bloodied lips, his face pale, throat working against the blood choking it.

Those words are final, and the life in his eyes fades out, and the agony slips from his face with it.

"Be at peace, son of Gondor." he says, and Aragorn bends down to place a kiss on his forehead - a benediction and a farewell in one to one of the greatest Men he had known in his long years of life.

[selketshaula]

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[kirbyddd]

one thing that's just one of my weird little personal wishes, i really wish gandalf used more of his Hobbit style alchemical "magic" in LoTR, he really only uses it for fireworks at the very beginning then he mainly just uses his ring and divine authority

[glitteringaglarond]

Its name was Cirith Ungol, a name of dreadful rumour. Aragorn could perhaps have told them that name and its significance; Gandalf would have warned them. But they were alone, and Aragorn was far away, and Gandalf stood amid the ruin of Isengard and strove with Saruman, delayed by treason. Yet even as he spoke his last words to Saruman, and the palantír crashed in fire upon the steps of Orthanc, his thought was ever upon Frodo and Samwise, over the long leagues his mind sought for them in hope and pity.   Maybe Frodo felt it, not knowing it, as he had upon Amon Hen, even though he believed that Gandalf was gone, gone for ever into the shadow in Moria far away. He sat upon the ground for a long while, silent, his head bowed, striving to recall all that Gandalf had said to him. But for this choice he could recall no counsel. Indeed Gandalf's guidance had been taken from them too soon, too soon, while the Dark Land was still very far away. How they should enter it at the last Gandalf had not said. Perhaps he could not say. 

This reminder that Frodo still thinks Gandalf is dead hurts my heart.

Also i love how it's implied that Frodo can feel Gandalf thinking about him, and so tries to turn to him for guidance through memories of conversations. But they never talked far enough into the future for Gandalf to help him now, and even though he is still alive we can feel his loss to Frodo all the more keenly.

[amidst-snow-and-ice-moved]

For: Boromir :: @sonxofxgondor Muse: Halrë Verse: LOTR | AU

if anyone were to ask where they could find Ihain, they would most likely get an answer of "I'm not sure where he is," or "The Mountains possibly." although it would really depend on who was asked, for very few folk actually knew the true location of the old wandering blacksmith. even then, he didn't always stay in contact as few birds could reach his mountainous home.

Halrë didn't know what had brought him to Amon Hen. it wasn't one of his normal places to go but that didn't put him off. sharp hearing caught the sound of a Horn and he followed it quickly, always on alert. taller than most at 7ft5, it wasn't long before the old elf spotted the source of the horn- and the reason behind it. but no one had noticed him yet.

a fact that the Orcs would soon come to regret.

blacksmithing was what most knew Halrë for. yet the two nearly 7ft long swords at his sides weren't for decoration purposes. he just very rarely got involved in fighting, preferring to make weapons instead of using them. being attacked from the back wasn't what the orcs had expected. so it didn't take long for him to reach the Gondorian and the two Hobbits, leaving dead orcs behind him.

"Need a hand?"

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Aragorn sped on up the hill.

"The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers" - J.R.R. Tolkien

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middle-earth dashboard simulator

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pippin was 29 years old???

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he should've been at the green dragon

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my hungry ass could never travel with lembas

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#the entitlement i see on this site sometimes is disgusting #y'all will just post about having easy access to lembas when we can't eats hobbit food??? #we must starve??? #vent #do not rb

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CALLOUT FOR GRIMA WORMTONGUE

I've talked a lot about this already on this blog, but I want to have everything collected in one post so next time some dipshit with a white hand icon slides into my inbox to call me a liar I can just link to this post. tl;dr grima wormtongue has been poisoning my uncle and the land of rohan for the past few years, and here are the receipts:

Keep reading

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i stg if one more of you tells me I should've sent frodo on the eagles I'm asking iluvatar to take me back

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recent read: there and back again: a hobbit's tale by bilbo baggins

I thought this was SOOO fun and cute! I'm usually not into rpf but did anyone else think there was something between bilbo and thorin? 👀 I can't be the only one who saw it. but the ending made me cry my eyes out.

4.5/5 stars

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wtf the new king of gondor just bowed to these four random short guys?? everyone else bowed too and I just went along with it lmao 😅 am I missing something????

#this is right after he sang a song and made out with some hot elf chick #truly the wildest coronation i've ever been to

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here y'all go again pitting two bad bitches against each other

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fuck my job so much. everyone manifest an attack on gondor so I can finally warm my fingers on this beacon fire.

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[kindlythevoid]

“I feel that as long as the Shire lies behind, safe and comfortable, I shall find wandering more bearable: I shall know that somewhere there is a firm foothold, even if my feet cannot stand there again.”

Frodo Baggins, The Fellowship of the Ring pg. 68

[tenth-sentence]

Suddenly he leaped forward, and ran to the summit, across the great flag-stones, and up the steps.

"The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers" - J.R.R. Tolkien

[ebaeschnbliah]

‘It has taken Boromir.’

ARAGORN: ‘Where is the Ring?’

FRODO: ‘Stay away!’

ARAGORN: ‘Frodo! I swore to protect you.’

FRODO: ‘Can you protect me from yourself? Would you destroy it?’

RING: ..... Aragorn ... Elessar .....

ARAGORN: ‘I would have gone with you to the end. Into the very fires of Mordor.’

FRODO: ‘I know. Look after the others. Especially Sam. He will not understand.’

Peter Jackson, The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring, Extended Edition

[cenna-hrms]

Lost in the ruins of Amon Hen (ball point pen : black, red, green, orange)