Do we even know for sure that “the Fair” in the Silm refers to beauty? Maybe it’s more like a synonym for “just”, and Lúthien and Indis and all the other people described as “the Fair” were helping to write laws or working as judges and were really good at it.

(Except Celegorm he’s definitely pretty and blond, lol. the exception that proves the rule)

lendmyboyfriendahand:

You know what I just realized?

It never says that
Ingwë,
Finwë and Elwë

were leaders before Oromë

took them to Valinor.

“Therefore Oromë was sent again to
them, and he chose from among them ambassadors who should go to Valinor
and speak for their people; and these were Ingwë,
Finwë and Elwë, who afterwards were kings.”
Of the Coming of the Elves and the Captivity of Melkor, the Silmarillion

That’s our introduction to them.  The Vanyar, Noldor, and Teleri are described as the “kindred” of 
Ingwë,
Finwë and Elwë

respectively, not their subjects.  They certainly led those who undertook the Great Journey, but there’s no reason to believe they were the chieftains beforehand.

Why then were they the ones chosen as ambassadors? Because everyone else was terrified, and they were the only ones willing to follow the incredibly dangerous strange being, each for their own reason.

Ingwë

went because he saw the light of Aman reflected in
Oromë’s face, and wished to see the light in truth. He recognized the light as Good and Holy, and knew that the Valar would not harm him.

Finwë went in search of knowledge. Here was a being unlike any other known to elves, from a place likewise completely unknown.
Oromë claimed that the Valar would share knowledge with them, but even if that turned out to be false, there would still be much to discover.

Elwe went because he has a huge xeno kink. The presence of actual non-elf sapient beings, that unlike orcs wouldn’t try to kill him, meant that he had to check out Aman.

Random headcanon: In Noldorin culture, it’s considered acceptable, even necessary, to politely correct other people when you notice them making mistakes, since that way you’re helping them learn and improve. Unconstructive, deliberately nasty criticism, the sort that can make someone feel they’re so bad at it they shouldn’t even try anymore, is considered the worst thing you could do, but letting others keep doing something wrong can be seen as almost as rude. That extends from art, craft or music to things like grammar, spelling, pronounciation. (The exception would be if it’s obvious that the person wants to finish whatever it is by themselves.)

Of course, that means other Elves and Edain, whose stance on help is more “if we need it we’ll ask for it”, may sometimes view them as pushy know-it-alls. Like, if someone tried learning Quenya and every other sentence someone interrupted with corrections and advice. Or worse, if the Edain were building something and these perfect-seeming Elves show up with advice and offers to help and they clearly mean well but it’s not exactly helping with the inferiority complex some Edain were already developing. (Some Noldor did realize that this could be viewed as annoying, and became thoroughly unhelpful to members of other cultures but I’m totally not looking at anyone specific here…)

essenceofarda:

Oromë and Nahar

So, I’ve been playing around with the concept that the Ainur really didn’t know a whole lot about the appearance of the Children of Ilúvatar outside what they glimpsed in the Music, as evidenced when Aulë created the dwarves. Reminiscent of a human/elven design, but not quite… accurate. Well, at least not completely accurate. As such, I like to imagine that in baited anticipation of the Children, each Ainur took on the shape of what they personally believed the Children would be like–influenced by their own interests and perspective. This is why the elves were so afraid of Oromë when they first met. It wasn’t just Morgoth torturing the elves and making them afraid of the Ainur, or the Ainur being giant god-like creatures. It was probably also because the Ainur didn’t have a full grasp on human/elven appearance, and the elves were like “Nope Nope Nope”

Arien and the Early Edain

brighteyedarien:

Arien has always had a particular affection for humans, ever since they awoke in the ancient, then-lush depths of the East. Her first rising followed the path of their western steps and her light intimidated Melkor’s servants, such that humans did not fear to travel by day. She felt that the distance of the Ainur was an injustice. Orome had come or the elves in Cuivenen, why had no one come for the mortals?

She loves their drama and their internal, quick-burning flame. In ancient days, she would often adopt a human like form and move among them as an innocuous-looking woman with golden-hair. Meanwhile, a portion of her multi-present consciousness would hold the burning sun in orbit. Early bands of travelling Edain would pay little or no heed to the strange, intuitive, young woman that moved among them with an attentive fascination for their concerns and conversations. 

When her travelling “friends” would reach a group of protective Eldar, they would often find that their travelling companion had vanished.

Though her journeys are less frequent nowadays, Arien still travels.

My personal contribution to the Elwing discourse:

actualmermaid:

chestnut-podfic:

Partially inspired by this post of @actualmermaid‘s. Down with swan!Elwing, long live pelican!Elwing. 

Practical considerations:

  • Swans are not seabirds- swan!Elwing would not have done terribly well flying from Sirion to the middle of the blasted ocean whereas pelican!Elwing could use her special drag-reducing low flying technique or just swim ragefully underwater
  • Pelicans are very large indeed, among the heaviest of all flying birds. Even a Vala must have some trouble with the law of conservation of mass, and elf->bird poses some definite dilemmas. Go for the largest bird possible!
  • Why dangle your Silmaril precariously off a scrawny little bird-neck when you could make a bird with a built-in Silmaril pocket 
  • But if you really have to have the Silmaril hanging from the bird neck for ~ambience or w/e, pelicans are still superior. Swans fly with their neck parallel to the ground, making it very easy for a necklace-mounted Silmaril to slip tragically into the ocean, whereas pelicans fly with their heads practically resting on their bird shoulder blades, like a girl whose unnecessary male dance partner at the club has just tried to kiss her. Far more stable. 
  • Pelwing
  • And lastly, this image: 
    • Judgy black-and white sword bird, neck bag glowing with all the glory of the light of Aman: Plummets sword-first to the deck
    • Eärendil, struggling to “take into his bosom” an enraged 25 lb bird with a hallowed combination pike/satchel bag for a face: “It’s me wife!” 
image

And lastly lastly, if you’re into that depressing symbolism, how about the pelican who pierces her own breast to feed her young, or sometimes kills them herself and revives them with her own blood and suffering. How about that, huh.

tfw you get Elwing Discourse adjacent material in your mentions and you wonder what’s going down this time

j/k, this is great

silvergifting:

simaethae:

silvergifting:

vardasvapors:

simaethae:

vardasvapors:

vardasvapors:

@gurguliare replied to your post: Hi, sorry is this is a sort of odd question but…

omg
now i’m trying to come up with possible justifications for her to go
fullblown writhe outside ost-in-edhil… like, celebrimbor comes out and
stares at her; she pauses mid-laugh-shriek and says “i assume this is
how /annatar/ always convinces you. does he have his own tantrum room
under the forge”

there’s
something really charming about the image of galadriel having to be
polite about her ally’s evil boyfriend for four hundred years and then
just cathartically unleashing a tidal wave of pettiness onto… well…
celebrimbor’s mutilated corpse maybe but the PRINCIPLE holds

I 100% subscribe to both a) the idea that as it became clearer and clearer that her reign in Eregion was doomed, Galadriel gave progressively fewer and fewer fucks about keeping her sodium content at any kind of reasonable level, in the style of post-2014 Obama, and b) the possibility that Sauron actually did have a sound-proof panic room under the forge in order to indulge in some periodic primal scream therapy for having to deal with these fucking elves all the time.

Galadriel knew that. Of course. Celebrimbor’s rather uncomfortable about the very suggestion, but more sorrowful really, it was so difficult and disheartening to finally accept that Annatar was right and his awesome regal cousin had turned into a power mongering conspiracy theorist crackpot, honestly.

  • @simaethae replied to your post: @gurguliare replied to your post: Hi, sorry is…
  • i
    love this. i actually like to imagine annatar being like, superficially
    polite in a really backhanded condescending sort of way. but SHE’s the
    unreasonable one, right? annatar just does not know why Galadriel
    dislikes him so much for no reason. it’s actually rather hurtful!

    there’s
    like a hundred years btw the One Ring and the war starting which
    Galadriel presumably spends going “no, no, I know it’s been painful for
    you, I won’t rub it in – I’m sorry I can’t help it I TOLD YOU SO I told
    you like a hundred fucking times. okay. okay. i’m done. i – no, i’m not
    done -” at Celebrimbor

    honestly
    i think galadriel’s ability to hide the way she feels about sauron
    peaks at “silent, tooth-grinding fuming”, i do not think of her as a
    massively subtle person in this respect

    OMG this is amazing okay “endeavoured therefore to placate her,
    bearing her scorn with outward patience and courtesy“
    – imagining Galadriel and Annatar getting into matches of unbearable backhanded politeness judo trying to get the other one to lose it and damage their credibility. Annatar always wins ofc. Celebrimbor’s like “will someone PLEASE tell me what the hell is going on or am I just slowly going insane???” Celeborn just stares into the camera like he’s in The Office.

    And – she was still rubbing the hair thing in Fëanor’s face 8,000 years later after the guy was dead after all….

    I imagine it gets to the point where Annatar, like, compliments her hair and Galadriel takes it as a veiled attempt to undermine her friendship/alliance with Celebrimbor by alluding to her anti-Feanorian sentiments in the first age, and Annatar gets very hurt by how oversensitive she’s being, she’s acting so angry and erratic

    – except she is, actually, 100% right, except now she looks like the one in the wrong for taking it that way, and there’s nothing she can do about it but grit her teeth while Annatar smirks at her from behind Celebrimbor’s back.

    I. HAD NOT. Considered the idea that Sauron might have, at some point, actually acknowledged to Galadriel their mutual “I know that you know that I know,” instead of keeping up airtight plausible deniability until the very end, until just now???

    Does this campaign eventually just, like, head into “One Froggy Evening” territory?????

    HOL Y FU CKING SHIT

    (and the “try to put the damn thing somewhere it’ll never be found, but someone eventually finds it and starts the whole cycle over again” ending, too, like wow)

    If Galadriel straight-up airtight KNEW, though… oh god it’s the Big Lie, isn’t it. She can’t tell anyone because what is this conspiracy theory bullshit. (This goes very well with that in-universe “Annatar is Sauron” meme someone proposed a while back, come to think of it.)

    I don’t know if she’d be vindicated though when the proof came out or just… tired. I mean. The stress of knowing that and checking and rechecking your political calculations like is there a way for me to try to convince someone, anyone–and there’s not, and there’s no choice but to keep the secret, even when every instinct is screaming danger.

    (Gets to the point where she thinks of seeking him out, maybe, the only other person who’s behind this bedamned façade–

    Aaand there goes my hateshipping reflex.)

    I mean. I mean. PRESUMABLY. depending on how much self-control you think Annatar has and exactly how much entertainment he’d get from gloating that I know you know and you can’t do a damn thing about it vs committing to the point where maybe he can actually get her to start doubting herself

    (and how much you think Annatar has convinced himself that no, really, he’s been nothing but courteous and generous towards her, this is all rather hurtful, his feelings are hurt – )

    god. I don’t usually think Galadriel KNEW because I think she’d feel obligated to do something if she did. but. imagine if she tells people and no-one believes her. maybe that’s why she ends up leaving Eregion. maybe Annatar actually succeeds in convincing people she’s crazy. ughhhh 😦

    (I bet you could hear the I TOLD YOU SO all the way from Valinor)

    I think committing is probably–more his style? Like, surely he can’t be making exceptions to his grand illusions just for fun. But if he thought that he could goad her into making a false move (like, idk, denouncing him as Sauron with evidence that would later turn out to be a forgery)–I can see him staging a confession in order to push her into a public confrontation before she’s ready. Because, like you said, she’d feel obligated to do something if she knew.

    (Xanatos Speed Chess, here we go…)

    And I do think of him as someone who weights his own personal preferences and sense of aesthetics into his plotting, so if it was only almost worth it in the grand scheme of things, he might just do it anyway.

    Sauron convincing himself of things is my blood and butter.

    (YES to Galadriel not being believed. YES to that being the reason she leaves. YES. YES.)

    … yeah. I enjoyed reading all these ideas so much. @vardasvapors  Help, I can’t stop imagining Sauron as a frog now, and it results in some seriously ridiculous mental images  😀 I’m lucky that other guy doesn’t look remotely elvish.

    Personally, I don’t think Galadriel knew that Annatar was Sauron (I just can’t see her finding that out and not trying to murder him – vengeance for Finrod and ensuring her people’s safety and all that). But she presumably knew that there was something fishy about his past, and her Arafinwean

    Superior

    Intuition told her not to trust him. 

    Then there are probably a lot of little things that seem suspicious if you’re paying attention. And he just keeps manipulating everyone into doing whatever suits him best and she’s the only one who sees it! Plus, he clearly has too much fun doing that!

    (”He can be a highly skilled Maia of Aule – if that’s even true-, but that obviously doesn’t stop him from being an asshole!” she tells Celebrimbor, at the beginning. 

    “But he isn’t ,” comes the distressed reply, “I like him, and once you get to know him I’m sure you will too; he’s so… *insert slightly enamoured gushing about new best friend/mentor/colleague*. And what do you even mean by ‘if that’s true’ – of course he’s a Maia, I’ve seen him shapeshift into a wolf myself! And please don’t use that to compare him to werewolves, Annatar wasn’t even in Beleriand last age and can’t know what people associate wolves with.”)

    Even at this point, Galadriel really just wants to be like:

    Meanwhile, Annatar has used his amazing self-justification skills and genuinely believes that he’s doing the right thing, because obviously it’s for Celebrimbor’s own good that he realizes people like Galadriel or Gil-Galad aren’t perfect. And if he falls out with them, they won’t be able to influence him into disagreeing with Annatar – so basically he’s making sure that Celebrimbor can survive in “his” future world (the condition for which is being on his side and doing what he wants). That’s really very kind and generous of him!

    The “fact” that his plans are right is not even questioned, of course. After all, it’s his plan, and naturally that’s reason enough to assume it’s perfect. (I imagine Sauron as someone who is so extremely self-confident that he almost never questions himself, and when he makes a decision he won’t reconsider it either because he assumes he made the possible best one the first time. That’s how I explain how he, despite being intelligent and cunning enough to pull off his better plans, still managed to do things like sending out his werewolves to fight Luthien one by one, only realized Huan was there once Draugluin told him, and apparently didn’t know about Carcharoth. Or why he didn’t wonder if the tiny army in front of his gates was the real threat or just a diversion – he’s smarter than Aragorn and Gandalf and all the rest, so how could they possibly have come up with a strategy he wouldn’t have figured out immediately?)

    Lúthien and the Helcaraxë

    mapsburgh:

    eighthageartificer:

    Reading up on the story of Beren and Lúthien from Tolkiens earliest drafts it becomes obvious that there were a lot of changes between that first rough version and the ‘final’ story. But the one change that pains me the most is the coming of Lúthien to the halls of Mandos.

    It’s only ( to my knowledge ) hinted at in one line in all the volumes that Tolkien wrote on Beren and Luthien. 

    “Carcaras is slain, and Huan is killed in the defense of Beren. Beren however is mortally wounded and dies in Lúthiens arms. Some songs say that Lúthien went even over the Grinding Ice, aided by the power of her divine mother, Melian, to Mandos’ halls and won him back; others that hearing his tale released him. Certain it is that he alone of mortals came back from Mandos and dwelt with Luthien and never spoke to men again, living in the woods of Doriath and in the Hunters Wold, west of Nargothrond.”

    – The Shaping of Middle Earth: The Earliest ‘Silmarillion’.

    This was his first thought on the matter – the first hint of how she got to Mandos. And it makes me so sad that he threw that out in favor of an overly cliched’, cheap escape of ‘she died of grief’ because I can’t help but feel that it’s a cheep throwaway – this powerful, noble, strong, willful half-elf / half-diety just lays down and dies because she’s sad over her dead man. Really? REALLY? A proud elven-maiar woman who is several hundred years old who enchanted even the greatest evil that Arda had to offer and came out on top – who had the strongest of Maiar groveling for mercy at her feet, and she just up and dies of grief over a man she’s known maybe a year?

    Even more confusing over this choice is the fact that this is seen as a noble thing in Lúthien where in every other character that has just lain down and died it is perceived as a MAJOR fault – nearly on the level of a sin.

    For example: Míriel who was ‘weary’ and laid down to die in the gardens of Lórien. I’ve already gone over why that irks me in another post. Tolkien explains in the LACE that Míriels main fault was not that she willed herself to die, but that she lost hope and refused to return. It’s why she was for a time barred from returning to the living until Finwë pleaded on her behalf, was that she despaired while hope remained and by her despair threw the lives around her into turmoil. THAT was her failing. Not so much choosing to die but refusing to come back, to accept that healing might be possible.

    The point is that Lúthien literally loses the will to live after Berens death. Never mind the grief this puts her people through. Never mind the heartache of her parents Thingol and Melian who lose their only child, or the destruction of the Sindars royal line as she was the only heir. All that matters is her dead human bae.

    Really Tolkien? Lúthien just gives up without regard to anyone else but herself?  And this incredibly selfish act is inexplicably placed up on a pedestal of admiration despite the fact that it flies in the face of everything else Tolkien has stated on this subject in all of his works. She GIVES UP which is a mortal sin in Tolkiens world.

    Worse yet, later there’s an attempt to recoup this discrepancy by throwing in a ‘wait for me in Mandos’, giving Lúthiens death the false appearance that she died with the plan of meeting up with Beren and that the whole thing was engineered.

    But Melian surely told Lúthien how death worked – even if she died and went to the halls of Mandos men and elves did not mingle there. She was telling Beren to wait in vain for her coming which could never happen because there was no guarantee at all that they would ever meet – even in the halls of Mandos.

    When elves ( as Lúthien would have been considered ) die it is strongly suggested in Tolkiens work that they fall into a nearly sleep-like state after they answer the summons to Mandos and that they remain in that state; not interacting with anyone or anything until the time of their re-housing is due. Which takes about 1000 years. NO WHERE is it indicated that they talk to Mandos or hold audience with him before the time that they are meant to be re-embodied (if that even comes to pass) because Mandos only takes council with himself on this matter.

    Lúthien should never have gotten an audience with Mandos if she were dead. She would have fallen into a deep and unknowing sleep, separated from Beren until 1000 years had passed.

    That was the risk she was taking. Would she risk Berens very Fëa like that if she loved him so much that she was willing to give up her own life for him? No. You don’t risk cursing someone you love to a hellish eternity of waiting in vain for you. That logic doesn’t make sense. And to top it all off there was no guarantee that Mandos, who in the history of Arda had never allowed a mortal soul to rejoin the living and was likely expressely forbidden to do so by Eru himself would change his tune now for the sake of Lúthien.

    In fact: The decision to release Beren required not the permission of Mandos – but ERU ILUVATER. Lúthien would have to convince ERU to bring Beren back because the Ainur were not given authority to change the fates of men or elves or the nature of their souls.

    Don’t get me wrong, I love Tolkien’s work. But idk it just feels like a great injustice to have such a strong woman in the end reduced into yet another frail and helpless literary princess who can’t function without her prince – to put in a pointless death that is at odds with the very way Arda works and that ultimately imho detracts from this beautiful story and by it’s altering lessens in fact it’s power.

    Sorry Tolkien. But I’ll go with that original version thanks, of a powerful Lúthien.

    Lúthien who has already endured so much willingly choosing for the sake of her love to LIVE and endure the frozen hell of ice and darkness of the Helcaraxë alone where before only a mighty host had crossed – all because she knows she’s the only one who can do it and that this is truly the only way to defy the odds and bring the victorious dead back to life. Who trods the icy fangs ruined with the corpses of those who failed the crossing and with each step carefully weaving the song she will sing – a song she hopes will free her Beloved from the realm of the dead.

    Lúthien who with her own eyes passes by the re-birthed Alqualondë and the white slopes of Taniquetil which she has only witnessed before in dreams or the tales of her mother. Who looks with eyes that have only seen the terrors and dimmed grandeur of Middle Earth the pristine wonders of Valinor and breathes of the clean air unsullied by the fumes of Angband.

    Lúthien who enters the Ring of Doom before the legendary gates of Valmar and stands held as equal in the presence of the Ainur.

    Lúthien who when offered for all her trouble to stay in Aman and be revered as sacred among her holy kin and have all of paradise at her feet  – to dance ever in the unfading spring of the Gardens of Vána and walk by the Pools of Lórien as her mother once did declines; wanting only the love of her dear Beren and trading her immortality and divinity for a mortal life.

    And sacrificing her immortality in exchange for Berens one life Lúthien brings him – and him alone of all men – back from the dead by the power of her courage and love.

    I love the idea of Helcaraxe-crossing Luthien. It’s extremely “First Age” – Valinor is still part of the ordinary physical geography of the world, and can be reached by ordinary travel just like the Calaquendi and exiled Noldor did.

    My headcanon is that when Beren dies, Luthien doesn’t expect to get him back. She’s well aware of the whole different fates of Men and Elves thing. Instead, she’s pissed. Having seen the evils wrought by Sauron and Melkor outside her sheltered realm of Doriath, she’s pissed at the Valar for not doing anything to help (plus a little pissed at her dad for the same reason). And so she conceives basically the same plan as Turgon’s messengers, to cross back to Valinor and demand aid.

    Thingol isn’t so happy with this plan, but she’s escaped his rule before. After consulting Galadriel (and possibly also Cirdan), she decides the Helcaraxe is her best bet. So she heads out, carrying with her the silmaril and Beren’s body – intending to use them to shame and/or barter with the Valar.

    Upon her arrival, the Valar (and Valinorean Elves) are frankly scared shitless. Here’s someone who defeated both Sauron and Melkor, then carried her dead boyfriend’s body across the ice to a different continent – she’s clearly the biggest badass who ever lived. Olwe and Finarfin reluctantly begin preparing for war. Manwe goes to talk to Mandos, hoping for some sage advice. Mandos prophesies that the time is still no right for the War of Wrath, but that aid will one day come to Middle-earth through Luthien’s line. As a sign of the truth of the prophecy, Iluvatar returns Beren to life.

    As happy as she is to see him again, Luthien sees Beren’s resurrection as kind of a brush-off. As the price for accepting Beren’s life and returning to Middle-earth, she refuses Elvish immortality, so that she won’t wind up back in Valinor hanging out with the very people who are refusing to help her. Through Mandos, Iluvatar grants the request. So Beren and Luthien take the silmaril, accept a swan boat from Olwe, and head back to Beleriand. (They leave the ship with Cirdan, who is super excited to see the new Valinorean shipbuilding techinques that have developed since the sundering.)

    Years later, when Earendil and Elwing arrive, bearing the same silmaril, everyone in Valinor knows it’s time.

    Later historians adjust the story, adding the “died of grief” element and making rescuing Beren Luthien’s primary motive in order to downplay her heroism and make her actions more appropriately feminine. (In some ways like how discussion of The Hunger Games fixates on the Gale-Katniss-Peeta love triangle because that’s what teenage girls are supposed to care about.) This leads to some interesting conversations between Galadriel (who knew Luthien personally) and Arwen when Arwen cites the Beren and Luthien story as a model for her love of Aragorn.

    sarahannieanne:

    romanitas:

    modernlovehermione:

    sarahannieanne:

    I have so many questions and headcanons about the internet and the wizarding world. 

    No, listen. 

    Headcanon that muggles are catching wizards and witches doing magic and uploading it to vine and youtube. It doesn’t matter what the obliviators do because even if they erase the muggle’s memory the whole damn thing is on the internet. The Ministry doesn’t have a clue how to manage the situation, nobody knows what the internet is, so Kingsley drags in a muggleborn and they have to explain to him about doge and lolcatz and Facebook and Kingsley’s like, ‘Wat.’

    To try and stop leaks the Ministry sets up a squad of witches and wizards whose sole job is to monitor the internet for pictures, videos and photos of anyone doing magic. Somebody has to make awkward arrangements to try and get internet installed in the Ministry. Somebody has to spend hours on the phone to the cable company and gets really frustrated when they get put on hold for ten hours.

    The new team spend all day watching youtube videos and vines and it’s the best job ever for anybody who’s muggleborn. One team members learns how to code and hack muggle websites to they can remove any videos that breach the statute of secrecy; a whole new branch of magic is invented when someone finds a way to use magic to manipulate the internet. The job itself can be pretty boring. Days can go by with nothing happening and then somebody will shout, ‘Fuck sake somebody in Liverpool just uploaded a vine of somebody on a broomstick to the music of hocus pocus’ and they all have to run. If the team can’t get a video removed from the internet they spend a lot of time and energy trolling the comment section of Youtube making points about how the video is obviously bullshit to try and put doubt in the minds of muggles. Some ministry workers start writing clickbait artiles for Buzzfeed called, ‘Ten reasons why that ‘Dragons exist’ video is problematic’ or ‘Everyone on the internet belives this ten year old kid can do magic and it’s hilarious’. Some ministry workers spend hours on Reddit, Twitter and Facebook writing snarky comments about how the vines about magic are wrong and made up. It becomes a legitimate career move for a witch or wizard to spend hours on the internet. 

    So yeah.

    I have a lot of questions.

    I was actually thinking about wizards and Internet yesterday afternoon; what if, once they figured out how it worked and understood how to manipulate it, they set up a sort of wizards-only DarkNet? there would be websites for people developing new spells, there could be social networks so that there would be communication between international wizarding communities, there could be a whole Knockturn Alley-type subset of sites for buying and selling shady magical artifacts.

    #this is the kind of internet and the wizarding world headcanons i want#instead of ‘wifi at hogwarts so muggle fandom can happen!!!’ bs

    I love this.

    gurguliare:

    vardasvapors:

    I just want to say that in the entirety of the Silmarillion, my favorite line is, and always will be, this one:

    “Then Beren sprang from before Celegorm full upon the speeding horse of Curufin that had passed him; and the Leap of Beren is renowned among Men and Elves”

    These losers told multiple stories about how Luthien’s boyfriend jumped really far that one time yet don’t even tell us the name of Elros Tar-Minyatur’s wife I stg if that isn’t a flashing neon announcement that these histories are haphazard yarns with no sense of proportion full of gaping holes of unimaginably significant and influential backstory that everyone should feel invited to fill to your heart’s content I don’t know what is

    the thing I also love about this is like. Do we think Beren and Luthien told anyone about “that time Beren jumped really high”? Do we think that even registered on the roster of shit dealt with that day. No! What has to have happened is Celegorm verbally shitposted for fifty years to the tune of that one long reblog chain about ~humans being freaky aliens who survive amputation and head injuries, and then to his immense dismay people listened while he did it

    Maglor abruptly gets up from the table. “Where are you going, I haven’t even got to the part where Curufin shot him” “I HAVE TO SCORE AN ACTION SCENE”