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‟their song is loud and beautiful and i am so very afraid.”

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—hennie. 30s. she/her. finland. tracking #userhennie. —this blog runs 99% on queue (tagged q). —multifandom: mostly tolkien, also other literature, the magnus archives, asoiaf (and hotd) and star wars. —sometimes also known as @meredithsdardenne and @luthien but i think i've settled down for @aredhels again for now. —this is my creations tag —i've made A Lot of aesthetic icons in the past, they can be find here (only on desktop). —these days i mostly just i write fic, this is my ao3.

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"Oromë is a mighty lord. If he is less strong than Tulkas, he is more dreadful in anger. . .The Valaróma is the name of his great horn, the sound of which is like the upgoing of the Sun in scarlet, or the sheer lightning cleaving the clouds. Above all the horns of his host it was heard in the woods that Yavanna brought forth in Valinor; for there Oromë would train his folk and his beasts for the pursuit of the evil creatures of Melkor." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, "Valaquenta"

@tolkienhorrorweek day 5 ⇢ "the shadows grew long in the forest" + hunting || THE HUNT OF OROMË

[ID: an edit comprised of three graphics in earth tones, primarily shades of brown and green, with black backgrounds.

1: The left side of the graphic is occupied by a painting of people and other creatures dancing near a large statue of Pan in a forest at night. Framed by a thin greenish-brown rectangle on the right side is a block of white text titled "The Hunt of Oromë" with a white line in between the italicized, larger title and the text itself. The paragraph reads "Secretive and deeply insular, those sworn to the Huntinglord do not reveal what rites they conduct beneath the shadows of the trees, but betimes those with reason to know speak of blood and wild revels, and mockery to sacred law. It is said they reverence too much their Lord, and in the company of the God tread paths ill-befitting the Children of the World. They are trusted as nurses at the childbed; they bless children and the dead, and minister to beasts, but they are too much in the shade not to be the subject of rumor and supposition, for they have tasted of the flesh of the God." It is surrounded by six images, arranged in two rows of three, one above the text and one below. Top to bottom, left to right, they show a deer standing at the edge of the woods, turned away from the viewer, a pale-skinned, white-haired person with black lines painted under their eyes screaming, with a pale hand around their throat, arrows fletched with various colored feathers, sap on the bark of a tree, a dark-skinned person's head being cradled by pale-skinned hands, and animal bones lying in grass.

2: A larger grid of six images surrounded by a brown frame. Top to bottom, left to right, they show a brown-skinned person with blood on their hands and neck, mushrooms growing on a tree, a person with brown skin walking barefoot in grass, a hare, a plate holding an opened pomegranate and a bunch of green grapes, and sun shining through trees.

3: A large curved image framed on one side with brown takes up most of the left side of the graphic. It shows two deer, a buck and a doe, standing at the edge of a forest. White text to the right is titled "Worship in Concealment," with a line dividing the title from the text block. The text itself reads "In Middle-earth the Cult of Oromë declined, especially among those who followed Fëanor and his kin, but it did not disappear. It is told that though the prince Celegorm himself nominally eschewed his former allegiance and repudiated the priesthood, he continued in secret to observe the sacred mysteries and impart them to others. He and his followers were feared much, even by those who accounted them friends, for as in Valinor there were murmurs that they practiced obscene rites, and now too it was said that they defied even nature, and in the silence of the God sought ever greater and more violent ecstasies, and went into dark places and walked silent ways far from the Powers of the World." //End ID]

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Brain’s asleep: Draw The Eye Lad

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There’s so much with this that didn’t turn out the way I wanted and that I wanna keep fixing but HAH yea no don’t have time. I’m off.

Edit (1/11-2020): Back home now, so could finally update the bg-eyes and fix some smaller details! So I did that.

* Do not use/reupload/repost and all that, k thx <3

The Land of Shadow

This year the @tolksoc chose the theme "Unlikely hero" for Tolkien Reading Day (25.3.) Every year I try to paint a thematic illustration and I chose the hobbit character Samwise Gamgee. A simple, loyal hobbit. But without Sam, Frodo would not have been able to complete his task.

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Far above the Ephel Dúath in the West the night-sky was still dim and pale. There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.

J.R.R. Tolkien, Lord of the Rings - The Return of the King, (book IV, chapter II - The Land of Shadow)

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This scene in The Return of the King is one of the most powerful in all of The Lord of the Rings.

I actually only realized it when I was working on this illustration - the similarity and parallel to the memories that Tolkien had from the World War I. In the book, it says that Sam and Frodo sleep under a canopy of brambles. Barbed wire from the trenches. The almost dead landscape around. The inspiration for the character of Sam - a simple English soldier.

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'My Sam Gamgee is indeed a reflection of the English soldier, of the privates and batmen I knew in the 1914 war, and recognized as so far superior to myself.'

The Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien

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