#gelion

[tenth-sentence]

But they overwhelmed the riders of the people of Fëanor upon Lothlann, for Glaurung came thither, and passed through Maglor's Gap, and destroyed all the land between the arms of Gelion.

"The Silmarillion" - J.R.R. Tolkien

[polutrope]

For the birthday event... Maedhros, Maglor, the river Gelion? 👀❤️

also for @theghostinthemargins who requested Maedhros & Maglor, Himring

Maedhros & Maglor, a getaway on the Gelion. Rated G, 900 words. Written by @polutrope and @melestasflight. On AO3.

“Káno,” Maedhros said, voice dipping with displeasure on the second syllable, “do you mean to tell me you took me from overseeing the construction of the great gate of my new fortress… for a pond?”

“A pond?” Maglor laughed. “This is a glorious, crystalline swimming hole!”

“It is a hole, I’ll grant you that. You told me it was urgent.” Maedhros rubbed at the back of his neck and sighed noisily. “Stop laughing. I am not amused. We will have to make the journey back in the dark now, and the horses will be tired.”

“Not to worry!” Maglor patted his mare’s saddlebags. “I brought us all the necessaries for at least three days camping.”

“No!” cried Maedhros. “We are not camping! There is work to be done! Tomorrow the workmen are due to set the foundations of the north tower; I must be present to approve the plans of the tile-settings for the west kitchens — and before you say I can entrust that to Lostir, let me remind you of the pattern he approved for the crenellations — what is the matter with you?”

“The kitchens!” Maglor wheezed, doubled-over and clutching his stomach. “Crenellations! Oh! ho! Yes, yes, you had better be sure the kitchens are tiled to your liking, as I am certain you will be spending so much time in the kitchens!”

“I might. Once we are settled. Didn’t you say yourself that I should find new ways of 'expressing myself'?” Maedhros scowled. “And what if I am needed to assist with transporting stones from the quarry? It is good for the workmen’s morale if I participate in the labour.”

“Nelyo,” Maglor said, collecting himself. “Do you remember the year when Amil persuaded Atar to hire Rauron to oversee the restoration of the Mindon’s mosaics, so that he need not go into Tirion himself?”

“Yes,” said Maedhros, glaring. “And I know exactly where you are going with this. This is not like that. This is warfare, this is lordship, it is not mere… decorative restoration.”

“Decorative? It is good Atar cannot hear you now. But no, that is not what I was getting at. Do you remember, that time he took us with him to show us the project, how obvious it was to us — not to him, of course — how little the craftsmen appreciated his interference? Hóndil all but rolled his eyes right out of his head every time Atar turned his back.”

Maedhros went silent and looked away. Maglor waited. At last, he cleared his throat. “Do you think… ? I am not as bad as Father… ? Really?”

Maglor took several steps over the mossy riverbank to stand behind him. He gave his brother’s back three reassuring pats. “Yes, Nelyo. I’m afraid that is really how they feel about your participation. They respect you of course, immensely. But I fear if you do not leave them a little more space, where their expertise is concerned, it may wear away at their fondness for you. Besides,” he said, nudging Maedhros round to face him, “you have been working too hard. What good is a castle with strong foundations if its lord is brittle with cares?”

“I am not brittle,” Maedhros sneered, and shoved Maglor off him. But then his face broadened into a smile and he shook his head. “Fine, you make a strong case. I only wish you had not used deceit to bring me here.”

“There was no deceit!” cried Maglor. “The sky portends rain tomorrow – it was urgent that you visit this pool of the Gelion while the weather is pleasant.”

Maedhros dragged a long breath through his nose, then released it. “It is so quiet,” he said. 

Not so to Maglor: the Gelion bubbled and rushed and the wind rustled the grasses and the birds chittered in the trees, but he did not trouble to correct his brother. There is noise, and there is sound, and to many the latter is quiet. 

“I can hear myself think,” said Maedhros, “and I do not like it.”

There it was. “Yes, the mind will clamour rather loudly for attention when you have given it no opportunity to be heard for so long. But it will go away.”

Maedhros hummed his agreement.

“You know what helps?” asked Maglor, and winked.

“Cold water,” Maedhros answered, deadpan — and was well-prepared for Maglor’s assault, leveraging his much longer limbs to seize Maglor by the waist as he ran at him, then diverting the momentum to hurl Maglor directly into the pool, fully-clothed.

“You brute!” Maglor cried through his laughter, and swung his arms over a log that drifted near the water’s edge. 

“Repayment for your guile.”

“Fair,” said Maglor, and flopped lazily onto his back. He dipped down — the kicked as hard as he could, sending a spray of water into Maedhros’ face. “Now get in, you insufferable rat!”

“Watch how you speak to your lord!” Maedhros jested. 

Then he sat to pull off his boots and roll his trousers to his knees. Wading in, he hissed when his feet touched the water. Maglor drifted, without interfering, watching the lines of care slowly fade from his brother’s face as he surrendered to the waters of their new home.

[armenelols]

Actually. Star crown Elrond is important to me because it keeps the theme of his family carrying stars with them, their connection to the stars and skies far beyond what even all other elves have. Thingol, who fell in love with a Maia from beyond Arda and Aman and from before time itself existed, and who, of all the elves, was alone named Elwë, after stars; Lúthien and the nightingales, birds, free with their wings, soaring the skies; Dior who carried the silmaril with the light of the Trees inside it; and Elwing who inherited it, and turned into a bird, flying as Lúthien's nightingales once did; Eärendil, a literal star; and Elros, who followed his father's star to Númenor, a star-shaped island where eagles dwelt. Star crown Elrond is important to me okay

[tearsofthedragon]

gelionic .

a species term for angelic / angel draconics / dragon .

symbol from here .

tags:

suggested by @flykites .

additional tags ; @radiomogai, @rwuffles, @luxdraconia, @dragonsnestofgenders, @gendrakon .

@specieschive, @seasulfur .

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

Fingolfin is unbelievably unsettled by Maedhros, partly because every time the lord of himring visits bared eithel he inscrutably more kingly than the king himself

[radish-club]

You can claw the original Evangelion dub from my cold dead hands.

[plainfaceponders]

my favourite necklace broke and i have been forced to consider my appearance

[sweetearthandnorthernsky]

'how to talk to the lake: a beginner's guide' for water-maid of choice :D

okay so like. 1) brain wants this as a full fic Immediately 2) i am loopholing hard here, and saying lines = paragraphs/sections because the brain would not shut up.

The Noldor come not long after the rising of Arien – and even after so long, Helevorn recognizes her, trailing across the sky – in long lines like ants, carrying bags and wagons and bundles near her shores.  Helevorn is curious – she always has been –, and so, she shows herself one day, appearing on the shore, the pebbled shoreline cool beneath her feet. To her surprise, their leader approaches her. He has a red face, angry, dark brows and a haughty lift to his chin.

“Why have you come here?” Helevorn asks, and her voice is low and calm, like the black, glassy surface of her waters, but deeper than one can guess. 

Their leader is one of the Noldor princes that have recently come to this land, she knows, and his eyes are bright, brighter than that of the Nandor. “My people seek shelter, that is all. We plan to build here, or on the slopes of Mount Rerir.”

“Is that so?”  And she can See, she has always had that gift – something dark and terrible binds his people, and Doom hangs over them like a cloud. 

“If you will allow it.” There is nothing in his voice that suggests he is asking permission, and she laughs. He reminds Helevorn of herself, many many eons and ages ago, when all the world was Song. 

She does not answer with words – only a shrug –, and disappears to fade back into her waters.

[spooky-something]

Me when I try to explain our relationship with our mom to our 11 year old sister, and during the middle of it she COMPARES WHAT WE SAID TO AN ASUKA QUOTE, THEN SAYS "You sound like a poet rn"

Like, OKAY, JESUS CHRIST, DUDE, IK WE'RE TRAUMATIZED, BUT DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO CALL US OUT LIKE THAT

DAMN, DUDE....

TF DID WE DO TO YOU????

[tenth-sentence]

In those days the Dwarves still came on their journeys into Beleriand from their mansions in Ered Lindon, and passing over Gelion at Sarn Athrad, the Ford of Stones, they travelled the ancient road to Dorianth; for their skill in the working of metal and stone was very great, and there was much need of their craft in the halls of Menegroth.

"The Silmarillion" - J.R.R. Tolkien

[infectedzoology]

" WHAT D-D-DO YOU call qu-quantums of electromag-magnetic radiation th-that don't get along ? "

A LONG PAUSE...

" ...FOETONS !! " AND NOW she laughs.

[the-name-is-loser]

Bro what happens in evangelion

[radish-club]

The teenage boy who is shy and depressed becomes a woman who is boisterous but caring.

The teenage boy who is a little shit becomes a woman who is a little shit.

[bleistiftblog]

Dead gel refills

If they have been left unused for a while it is not uncommon for gel pens / gel refills to stop working properly. Unfortunately, this means that the more pens you have in your rotation / are using at the same time, the more likely you are not using them enough. That’s just what happened to me. Top to bottom: Schneider Gelion (in a Caran d’Ache 849), Zebra JSB (in a Holbein x Rotring 600 3 in…

[eilinelsghost]

Comparative Sizes of Beleriand and the Lands to the East

I put this together as a resource for my own writing awhile back and at first just stared at it in utter bewilderment. Is Beleriand really this small?! It seems like the answer is yes, and I'll give a quick explanation as to why below.

I've seen various stitched together maps of the First and Second/Third Ages, but the primary ones I've encountered still end up with the distance measurements not quite reflecting what we have in the text or map legends.

Without going into too many of the tedious bits, the basic overview is that I put this together by superimposing the maps in Photoshop, aligning Himring and Tol Himling, then drawing this out till the two iterations of the Ered Luin crossed. The primary thing here was ensuring the distance between Himring/Himling and the Ered Luin remained the same in both places.

There were various other details as well, but the key factor for determining whether this was feasible was to check whether it held up when comparing the numerical distances we are given as well.

This is simplest on the map of Middle-earth in the Third Age, since the official map was kind enough to provide a mileage legend. However, the Beleriand map was not nearly so forthcoming. So off we go to everyone's favorite chapter of the Silmarillion (Of Beleriand and its Realms) where we find that East Beleriand is described as being

at its widest a hundred leagues from Sirion to Gelion and the borders of Ossiriand

If this is 100 leagues, then we can convert that to roughly 345 miles and move that rasterized line down within the same file and line it up with our mileage legend from the map of Third Age Middle-earth (scaled as shown in the first image). Which gives us this:

Almost spot on!

Which, I'm not going to lie, really shocked me. I expected to find that this was wildly off since I've always assumed these maps to be fairly equal in my head. But no, it seems that all the epics of the First Age really did happen in an area no larger than Eriador.

One last image that I find interesting is isolating just Beleriand from this stitched map while retaining the water's tint so you can see the approximate whereabouts of the new shorelines would have ended up.

[foedhrass]

“Now the people of Caranthir dwelt furthest east beyond the upper waters of Gelion, about Lake Helevorn under Mount Rerir and to the southward; and they climbed the heights of Ered Luin and looked eastward in wonder, for wild and wide it seemed to them were the lands of Middle-earth.”

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion

Caranthir exploring some ruins in Thargelion.

Cosplay & edit: Foedhrass

Photo: goldiepond