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Rhov. She/her. Middle earth and xenofiction enthusiast

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Rhov | 30's | usa | she/her

I'm a simple woman. My main hobbies are digital art and hiking. Big fan of The Lord of the RIngs and all it's related books and adaptations. Enjoyer of xenofiction. If I like your art post but don't reblog it its marinating in the likes page for extra flavor before being reblogged. Terfs aren't welcome here.

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Anonymous asked:

Girl I was scrolling through your blog and I had to google "shane dawson" and "pewdiepie" back to back who are these people 😭

you might be the only pure soul left

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fantasy is when currency is referred to as "gold" and sci fi is when currency is referred to as "credits"

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Reblogged dunadaan
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littledeviantsworld-deactivated

Did you ever just feel so lucky for knowing someone you met online? Like.. I was one click away from not following you. I was one second away from never even knowing of your existence.I would never have been this happy!!!...

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Reblogged finchlette

Message to all Americans: you BETTER NOT have brought BURGER in your SUITCASE

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Reblogged crazy-ache

In theory, maybe I get the β€œwe’re all just playing with barbies, they’re fictional characters, no interpretation is incorrect because it’s an interpretation” argument. But actually no, not all takes are equally valid. Framing something as an interpretation doesn’t mean it inherently has merit. Some takes are completely incorrect and betray a fundamental misunderstanding of the source material. They just aren’t a reason to harass people or send death threats

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Reblogged aredhels
"OromΓ« is a mighty lord. If he is less strong than Tulkas, he is more dreadful in anger. . .The ValarΓ³ma 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 OromΓ« 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 β‡’ "the shadows grew long in the forest" + hunting || THE HUNT OF OROMΓ‹

[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 OromΓ«" 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 OromΓ« declined, especially among those who followed FΓ«anor 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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The existence of Ancalagon is horrifying in every way. To anything and everything he encounters and for himself.

Ancalagon is an anomaly. Far too large to live in any meaningful way. He was born to die in the War of Wrath and to take as much of the world with him as he could.

He is created from thousands of parts. He is erratic, fragmented. He is constantly in agony.

Dozens, perhaps hundreds died in his development. Elven thralls who were forced to aid in and die for the creation of a weapon meant to destroy their homes and people. Those some of his parts came from. Those who simply got too close.

Bones fracture when his wings expand, acrid blood falls from the sky, staining the rocks of Thangorodrim, long before EΓ€rendil lands a single wound to him

His flesh and bones poison the earth, the sky, the water.

His entire existence is cruel and sad and painful and destructive.

Grzegorz Jacek Olejniczak, (Polish b.1968), Moments Before the Storm, 2026, Acrylic and oil technique

nΓΊmenΓ³rean pottery fragments dated between s.a. 3253-3319. discovered on the southwestern shores of gondor