#cerin amroth

[bluehourskyeli]

When his eyes were in turn uncovered, Frodo looked up and caught his breath. They were standing in an open space. To the left stood a great mound, covered with a sward of grass as green as Springtime in the Elder Days. Upon it, as a double crown, grew two circles of trees: the outer had bark of snowy white, and were leafless but beautiful in their shapely nakedness; the inner were mallorn-trees of great height, still arrayed in pale gold. High amid the branches of a towering tree that stood in the centre of all there gleamed a white flet. At the feet of the trees, and all about the green hillsides the grass was studded with small golden flowers shaped like stars. Among them, nodding on slender stalks, were other flowers, white and palest green: they glimmered as a mist amid the rich hue of the grass. Over all the sky was blue, and the sun of afternoon glowed upon the hill and cast long green shadows beneath the trees.

'Behold! You are come to Cerin Amroth,' said Haldir. 'For this is the heart of the ancient realm as it was long ago, and here is the mound of Amroth, where in happier days his high house was built. Here ever bloom the winter flowers in the unfading grass: the yellow elanor, and the pale niphredil. Here we will stay awhile, and come to the city of the Galadhrim at dusk.'

I didn't appreciate enough how beautiful this place is the first time reading lotr

[the-spirit-of-yore]

Cerin Amroth par Alan Lee

[ariel-seagull-wings]

@amalthea9

Cerin Amroth. Aragorn and Arwen (2022)

The left wing of the diptych about love of Aragorn and Arwen (“The Lord of the Rings” by J.R.R. Tolkien). On midsummer’s day, Aragorn and Arwen swore to love each other on the hill Cerin Amroth. The right wing: on the same hill  Arwen’s days are over.

[mightnotfeelrealbutitsok]

all of Aragorn and Arwen's love story in the ROTK appendices is so beautiful... first meeting in the woods of Rivendell at sunset?? Aragorn singing the Lay of Luthien and Arwen looking just like Luthien and him crying Tinuviel just as Beren did???? meeting years later in Lothlorien and Aragorn dressing up nice enough to make Arwen fall in love this time?? (Galadriel the wingwoman. she so set that up.) walking together barefoot in the elanor and niphredil?????? Arwen making the standard as a symbol of her faith that Aragorn will become king???? (and having this sent to him as a gift/message during the course of LOTR) Once Aragorn dies Arwen going to live alone in the waning Lothlorien (where they fell in love, remember) until she dies on the hill where she chose their love over immortality?????

[zhoudadudugongjin]

person: the theratrical cut is just BETTER and most the scenes in the extended are unnecessary and mess up the pacing

me: why do you hate the sons of the steward

[askrossiel]

[Local cryptid needs a bath, a nap, fifty bowls of stew, and two bottles of wine but won't stop growling at anyone who approaches one specific tree; news at 11]

[starspray]

And Leaves of Gold There Grew

three Galadriel drabbles for @arafinwean-week

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“Aldarion gave me these,” Gil-galad said, opening the small wooden box in his hands. On soft cloth inside nestled a handful of silvery nuts. Galadriel picked one up, turning it over in her fingers, feeling the life thrumming gently within, just waiting for the right planting. “Mellyrn, he called them. They thrive on Númenor, the first of them a gift from the Elves of Eressëa, long ago. We have tried to plant some, but they do not grow here in Lindon.” Gil-galad held out the box with a smile. “Perhaps you will have better luck in the east.”

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Long ago and far away, in her childhood, Galadriel had raced her brothers through a wood of mallorn trees in spring. They had laughed and delighted, all of them, in the golden roof above and golden floor of leaves below, and all the smooth silver pillars of trunks in between. Finrod had made many fair songs of it.

Perhaps it was from that grove that seeds had been taken to plant on Eressëa, and thence to Númenor, and thence to Middle-earth. Galadriel kept the seeds close as she passed into the east, seeking a place where they might grow.

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Atop the hill that would one day be called Cerin Amroth, Galadriel knelt amid the elanor, and placed a single nut into the earth, covering it with soft warm soil. She poured water over it, and began to sing, of golden leaves and golden flowers, and silver trunks tall and strong. Gil-galad was gone, and Númenor too—but this last gift from Eressëa to reach the shores of Middle-earth would survive, and what was more, it would thrive.

That first mallorn sprouted and grew swiftly, as did the others after. The Galadhrim delighted in them, and Galadriel smiled.

[brother-genitivi]

There at last when the mallorn-leaves were falling, but spring had yet not come, she laid herself to rest upon Cerin Amroth; and all the days of her life are utterly forgotten by men that come after, and elanor and niphredil bloom no more east of the Sea.

part 2 of my mucha inspired lotr series!

[solymerworld-blog]

When Sauron really said: I'll build my house in Galadriel's front yard.

I'm rereading The Fellowship of the Ring at the moment, and I just came across this part in the chapter Lothlórien, where Haldir is talking about the light facing the dark in Cerin Amroth, a hill halfway between Lorien and Dol Guldur, where Sauron lived for a long time. One can see Dol Guldur from Lorien and Lorien from Dol Guldur. This means that Sauron deliberately built his home in a place where he could literally see Galadriel's Golden Realm, where he could feel her presence and she his, where he could be close to her and she would be forced to be close to him. He did so in a state of great vulnerability and weakness, building a fortress on her doorstep. You cannot tell me that this was a logical choice. The logical choice would have been to hide as far away from her and her wrath as possible. But he could not resist, he had to stay close to her, even if it would mean his downfall. And if what Haldir says to Frodo in this passage is not a Saurondriel Canon allegory, I don't know what is!

[remusjohnslupin]

But Arwen went forth from the House, and the light of her eyes was quenched, and it seemed to her people that she had become cold and grey as nightfall in winter that comes without a star. Then she said farewell to Eldarion, and to her daughters, and to all whom she had loved; and she went out from the city of Minas Tirith and passed away to the land of Lórien, and dwelt there alone under the fading trees until winter came. Galadriel had passed away and Celeborn had also gone, and the land was silent. There at last when the mallorn-leaves were falling, but spring had not yet come, she laid herself to rest upon Cerin Amroth; and there is her green grave, until the world is changed, and all the days of her life are utterly forgotten by the men that come after, and elanor and nimphredil bloom no more east of the sea.

[mellar1l]

Arwen Vanimelda, Namarië!

"Then for a season they wandered together in the glades of Lothlórien, until it was time for him to depart. And on the evening of Midsummer Aragorn, Arathorn’s son, and Arwen daughter of Elrond went to the fair hill, Cerin Amroth, in the midst of the land, and they walked unshod on the undying grass with elanor and niphredil about their feet. And there upon that hill they looked east to the Shadow and west to the Twilight, and they plighted their troth and were glad. "

Tolkien, J. R. R.. The Lord of the Rings Illustrated (Tolkien Illustrated Editions) (pp. 1546-1547). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.

Here we are, rereading the Lord of the Rings again.

Watercolor, acrylic

[theworldsoftolkein]

Cerin Amroth in Lothlórien - Mixed Media Painting by Ulla Thynell

[fictionadventurer]

I opened up The Fellowship of the Ring, and the first passage I saw was this beautiful description of Frodo looking upon the Cerin Amroth in Lothlorien.

A light was upon it for which his language had no name. All that he saw was shapely, but the shapes seemed at once clear cut, as if they had been first conceived and drawn at the uncovering of his eyes, and as ancient as if they had endured for ever. He saw no colour but those he knew, gold and white and blue and green, but they were fresh and poignant, as if he had at that moment first perceived them and made for them names new and wonderful. In winter here no heart could mourn for summer or for spring. No blemish or sickness or deformity could be seen in anything that grew upon the earth. On the land of Lorien there was no stain.

And then Sam, who's also looking around in amazement, says:

"I feel as if I was inside a song, if you take my meaning. "

And then (because this happened to spark a memory from a podcast) I'm immediately like

Oh?

Inside a song you say?

As in the original meaning of the word "enchantment"?

Tolkien, you beautiful nerd.

[mfelewzi]

By the Facebook page "Arda - The world of Tolkien"

Aragorn and Arwen (Artwork by Elena Kukanova)

(for those people that has never read the books: Aragorn haven't beard, like all Dunedain. Yes, It's a bit strange, especially for me, but It's interesting and more faithful to the books)

"And on the evening of Midsummer Aragorn, Arathorn's son, and Arwen daughter of Elrond went to the fair hill, Cerin Amroth, in the midst of the land, and they walked unshod on the undying grass with elanor and niphredil about their feet. And there upon that hill they looked east to the Shadow and west to the Twilight, and they plighted their troth and were glad.

And Arwen said: "Dark is the Shadow, and yet my heart rejoices; for you, Estel, shall be among the great whose valour will destroy it."

But Aragorn answered: "Alas! I cannot foresee it, and how it may come to pass is hidden from me. Yet with your hope I will hope. And the Shadow I utterly reject. But neither, lady, is the Twilight for me; for I am mortal, and if you will cleave to me, Evenstar, then the Twilight you must also renounce."

'And she stood then as still as a white tree, looking into the West, and at last she said: "I will cleave to you, Dúnadan, and turn from the Twilight. Yet there lies the land of my people and the long home of all my kin." She loved her father dearly."

The Return of the King, LoTR Appendix A, Annals of the Kings and Rulers: The Tale of Aragorn and Arwen

[lifblogs]

“And taking Frodo's hand in his, he left the hill of Cerin Amroth and came there never again as living man.”

This is always so haunting is a quietly sad and devastating way. Yet it is the way some things just are and we don’t yet know it. It is only as readers that we can know this.

[polutrope]

Daemags + 12

Thank you! From the kiss asks. On AO3.

12. ... in grief.

Lórien was not altogether silent, nor altogether empty, when Queen Arwen strayed there after the passing of King Elessar. She was not alone, wandering through the woods, though whether she heard the melody that drifted through falling golden leaves, Daeron did not know. For bowed with the burden of old age, she never lifted her head to hearken to his music.

“Go to her,” said a familiar voice, and Daeron turned. “Do you think it only chance that has brought you to her, or her to you, in this moment?”

“And you?” asked Daeron, his grief displaced by surprise to see this wanderer again, here and now.

“I have cause to love her also,” said Maglor. “But I do not think it is I who should sit by her when she breathes her last.”

So Daeron padded silently over the gold-flecked ground, and lowered himself beside the mound of Cerin Amroth. Arwen smiled, not opening her eyes, but whispering, “Thank you, for seeing that I do not die alone.”

Daeron would never know if Arwen had known who it was bowed over her and wept when at last she left the world, but he was comforted that she had died with a smile on her careworn features. 

A long while passed before Maglor came to grieve beside him. Then Daeron turned to him, and when Maglor lifted a hand to his face, Daeron accepted the touch. He was moved anew to tears to feel its gentle pulse against his skin, and the warm breath against his lips was a soothing balm. 

He accepted the kiss from this erstwhile lover, this ancient enemy, and was filled only with relief that here was one who had endured as long as he and knew the immeasurable pain of what it was to lose and lose and, always, to live on.

For live on they must, who hold in themselves the tales of all those who have passed away. 

I should note that this is a concept I've wanted to explore for a while, since seeing this gorgeous art of Arwen and Maglor by @silmaspens. I love the idea of Maglor being with her when she dies, but being me I love even more the idea that it's Daeron. Or why not both!