“This is our last parting, my son. I am aged by care, even as one of lesser Men; and now that it draws near I cannot face the darkness of our time that gathers upon Middle-earth. I shall leave it soon.”
Aragorn tried to comfort her, saying: “Yet there may be a light beyond the darkness; and if so, I would have you see it and be glad.”
But she answered only this:

Ónen i-Estel Edain, ú-chebin estel anim

hedonistbyheart:

LotR_Silm: Father And Mother Both by Hedonistbyheart

“Finwe’s grief was great, and he went often to the gardens of Lorien and sitting beneath the silver willows beside the body of his wife he called her by her names.
But it was of no avail, and he alone in all the Blessed Realm was bereaved and sorrowful.
After a while he went to Lorien no more, for it did but increase his grief.
All his love he gave to his son; for Feanaro was like his mother in voice and countenance, and Finwe was to him both father and mother, and there was a double bond of love upon their hearts.” – Morgoth’s Ring, HoME by J. R. R. Tolkien, ed; C. Tolkien.

Finwë with baby Fëanaro, saying soft goodbyes before going to Lórien yet again.

I want to thank curufinwefeanaro and highkingfinwe for being so very inspiring!

hylja:

So I just read these epitaphs from ancient Greek and Roman owners for their dogs and…

-“I am in tears, while carrying you to your last resting place as much as I rejoiced when bringing you home in my own hands fifteen years ago.”

-“My eyes were wet with tears, our little dog, when I bore thee (to the grave)… So, Patricus, never again shall thou give me a thousand kisses. Never canst thou be contentedly in my lap. In sadness have I buried thee, and thou deservist. In a resting place of marble, I have put thee for all time by the side of my shade. In thy qualities, sagacious thou wert like a human being. Ah, me! What a loved companion have we lost!”

-“To Helena, foster child, soul without comparison and deserving of praise.”

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“[Myia] never barked without reason, but now he is silent.”

…I’m gonna cry…

oh to be a round little bird and to say beep from time to time

rittare:

Anaire welcoming her household horses back home. I think Noldor let their horses return to Valinor when they understood that Helcaraxe is impossible for them.

Pages

listing-to-port:

The one with the bent-over corner; with daisies all up one side; the page with an unfamiliar word on that you tried to find again and failed; the sinister page the spine cracked at; that everyone remembers from that one book; that is still uncut; upon which the words sat uncommonly well; the page before the book hit the wall; pages of soft and strokable paper; which smell good; those containing phantasmagorical illustrations; in which a truth is discovered; that are a refuge; the first one that the knife did not reach; upon which you fall asleep; that are salaciously enjoyable; that are missing; upon which someone wrote something and then rubbed it out; that were deliberately left blank; that have blossomed with notes beyond the margins and into the text; that have been dissected and made into jewellery; those that have been used for the passing of messages; which were folded into paper kittens.