Schlagwort: :-D

I’m still thinking about the possibility of the Noldor discovering radioactivity and acting basically like we humans did in the 1920s – putting radium and thorium into toothpaste, drinks, chocolate, cosmetics, etc ( x, x )

Except, being elves, they’d notice the health consequences even later than humans or not at all.

And if they brought that stuff to Beleriand… just imagine:

FINROD: Beor, would you like to try this cream I’ve brought from Valinor? There’s some radium in it, it’s said to have a vitalising effect and might even help against those strange indentations on your face that you call ‘wrinkles’!

BEOR: ‘Omg this could be the secret of elvish immortality I have to try it but’… are you sure this is safe for Men though?

FINROD: Sure, why wouldn’t it be! 

Some time later…

ANDRETH: “[ …] Men are not by nature short-lived,
but have become so through the malice of the Lord of the Darkness
whom they do not name.”

FINROD:  “[…] It is not otherwise with the Quendi themselves: their health and stature is diminished. Already those of us who dwell in Middle-earth, and even we who have returned to it,
find that the change of their bodies is swifter than in the beginning.”

ANDRETH: Um, I actually believe it means that we were supposed to be immortal too…

FINROD: No that can’t be true, but I have noticed that your lives really are too short and it definitely has to be because of Morgoth, damn him for causing that somehow!

@simaethae I started thinking about that because of Alizarin so I hope you don’t mind me tagging you.

thelioninmybed:

actualmermaid:

but when are we as a fandom going to explore the possibility that one of Maedhros’ biggest flaws is that he’s overly trusting

“I really don’t think we can rely on Morgoth to honour his side of the bargain.”

“Just because he betrayed the other Valar, murdered my father and grandfather, stole our family heirlooms and has spent an Age terrorising and torturing the Avari, that’s no reason not to give him the benefit of the doubt.”

“My lord, we’re hearing…troubling reports on the situation in Nargothrond.”

“I have the utmost faith in my little brothers’ ability to resolve it in a sensible, peaceable way.”

“I’m not sure about our human allies. There’s something…shifty about that Ulfang fellow.”

“Wow, racist. I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”

“So, we’re just going to take the ships without telling anyone, sail to Losgar, and then send someone back to get the others?”

“We can think about these details later, when we’re not in a hurry!

“Sure, dad.”

“What we’re about to do is necessary, but we’ll avoid killing civilians, especially children. Has everyone told their servants that? Celegorm?”

“But of course!”

letslipthehounds:

morgynleri:

theotherguysride:

deadcatwithaflamethrower:

imagineyouricon:

Imagine your icon found a machine to clone themselves. Later that day you go outside only to find clones of your icon EVERYWHERE.

I think my icon is a nationally needed contribution.

Google maps stock rises. Speed limits become mere suggestions. Everyone without a sense of direction is lost. Chaos reigns. 

I sit back and laugh. 

Depends on how it clones, but words and bees and honeycomb everywhere.

Oh dear.  The Terracotta Army.  Even more of the Terracotta Army.  The
兵马俑 with more than the estimated 10,000 statues.

Cool!

The sun (or Arien & the fruit of Laurelin), is everywhere. I don’t even go outside because everything is either set on fire or melted. Arien and I both feel really guilty about accidentally causing the end of the world.

thelioninmybed:

Inspired by a conversation with @simaethae

“There’s porridge in your hair,” Maedhros said unhelpfully, not getting up from his sprawl upon the flagstones before the hearth.

“The children had a- a difficult night,” said Maglor, clutching tighter at the writhing, Elros-sized bundle wrapped in his cloak. “Would you watch them for an hour while I clean up?”

“I would,” said Maedhros. “But I’m busy.”

“Busy doing what?”

“Creating.”

Maglor readjusted his grip on Elros, who was trying to bite him through the fabric. “You’re lying on the floor.”

“I’ve been struck by inspiration.” Maedhros kicked out and knocked Maglor’s second best harp from its stand and then dragged it within reach with the toe of his boot. “I have to finish this composition right now.”

“You’re holding that upside-” the discordant screech of a hook on harpstrings cut Maglor off.

“You’ve always had very limited ideas about music, little brother.”

“Raising these children is hard enough as it is without-”

“I have- what was it? I have millions of ideas and I represent a new generation trying to express themselves in a broken world. I will go down as the voice of this generation, of this Age. I am so credible and so influential and so relevant that I will change things.” The harp screamed. “So, while I’m sympathetic, my development as a musician must come before any mundane concerns.”

A suspicion dawned; Maglor knew exactly who had first spoken those words and why, for all it had been hundreds of years ago. “I’ll…I’m sure that I can manage on my own,” he said.

“I’m sure you can,” said Maedhros. “It’s not as though you’re trying to raise five children while your brother makes excuses and fiddles with a harp. Imagine how much harder that would be.”

I never wanted to light a fire on the sea before but now I’m having ideas… thanks @ rule list that no one else reads. 

I guess it’s possible to build a bonfire on a swimming mattress for kids or something… or just dramatically set someone else’s boat on fire, that would be a Feanorian cosplay too 😀