#fc: michael lockley

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

“Elwing chose to be judged among the Firstborn Children of Ilúvatar, because of Lúthien; and for her sake Eärendil chose alike, though his heart was rather with the kindred of Men and the people of his father.” - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, "Of the Voyage of Eärendil and the War of Wrath"

@halfelvenweek day 2 ⇢ people of sirion + the choice || EÄRENDIL

[ID: an edit comprised of six posters in shades of golden brown.

1: Michael Lockley, a young african-american man with brown skin and coily golden hair. He is shown in profile, with his head tilted back and one arm raised. A white rectangle frames from his shoulders up, with white cursive text reading "Eärendil" overlapping it at the bottom right corner / 2: Golden light shining on ocean waves. White serif text at the bottom right corner reads "“Hail Eärendil, of mariners most renowned, the looked for that cometh at unawares, the longed for that cometh beyond hope!” The text block is bordered on one side by a vertical white line, and the text has a slight white shadow / 3: A small boat at sunset. Same format as Image 2, but the text is in the upper left corner and reads "“Hail Eärendil, bearer of light before the Sun and Moon!” / 4: Michael Lockley, this time facing the viewer with a serious expression. Same format as Image 1, but the frame is slightly shifted, and the text reads "Ardamirë" at the top left corner / 5: Michael Lockley, seated and partially turned away from the viewer, but with his face in profile. Same format as Images 1 and 4, but the frame is again shifted, and the text reads "Azrubêl" at the bottom right corner / 6: A night sky filled with stars and glowing clouds. Same format as Image 2, but the text reads "“Splendour of the Children of Earth, star in the darkness, jewel in the sunset, radiant in the morning!” //End ID]

[felicitousfaceclaims]

MICHAEL LOCKLEY | UNKNOWN | 1998

[pocthroneofglass]

poc throne of glass: FENRYS MOONBEAM

"What's your shield made of, then?" Fenrys tried and failed to shrug. But Gavriel muttered from where he worked on the still-whimpering pirate, "Arrogance."

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

"But on him mighty doom was laid, till Moon should fade, an orbéd star to pass, and tarry never more on Hither Shores where mortals are..." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring, "Many Meetings"

@tolkienofcolourweek || day 3: ancestors/descendants + stories || eärendil, tindómiel, & arwen undómiel

[ID: an edit comprised of 6 posters in shades of golden brown.

1: A close-up of Michael Lockley, an african-american model with brown skin and a blond afro. He is looking to the left with a serious expression and is outlined by a white frame. White text at the bottom of the image reads "eärendil" and "of mariners most renowned" / 2: A starry night sky with the clouds of a nebula or galaxy / 3: Foamy ocean waves / 4: A close-up of Indira Scott, an african-american model, laughing in the sunlight. She has light brown skin and hair in box braids, some of which are bleached. Same format as Image 1, but the text reads "tindómiel" and "morning star of anadûnê" / 5: Ana Flávia, an afro-brazilian model with brown skin and coily black hair. She is wearing a white top and has on a jeweled hairpiece along with some facial jewelry. She is looking towards the viewer with a neutral expression. Same format as Images 1 and 4, but the text reads "undómiel" and "the last ember of a dying age" / 6: A sunset in the woods /End ID]