andie, she/her, 26, united states. this blog is full of Tolkien. also other art, photos, fandoms, and big-eyes-emoji stuff, but mostly Tolkien. i tag! my girlfriend is bright ivanaskye, who is a lot, but not too much
I’m sorry I’m too proud of this meme to not post it Starting my September Middle Earth with silly sketches…but honestly I wanna make the top one a pin or postcard.
It honestly came out of no where tonight and idk if someone made luthien version of my favorite meme yet but I did it anyways. So much for keeping this blog a “very serious portfolio”.
Also enjoy sad Thingol cause I was lamenting last night about how messed up he was to hear his best friend got murdered by the dark lord.
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It is the Caucasian Shepherd Dog aka Russian Bear Dog. This picture below is just a PUPPY.
Holy shit.
I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE NOW
MOUSE
THE REAL LIFE CLIFFORD!
Level 1
Level 17
Level 35
I could literally ride this dog into battle.
and I would.
For anyone wondering, that last pic is another awesome breed called the Tibetan Mastiff 🙂
Fun fact: Tibetan Mastiffs were often “paired” with Tibetan Spaniels. The Tibetan Spaniel is a natural-born tattle tale and would run along monastery walls to keep an eye out for intruders. Upon spotting someone suspicious they would go get the big dog.
“But Huan the hound was true of heart, and the love of Lúthien had fallen upon him in the first hour of their meeting; and he grieved at her captivity. Therefore he came often to her chamber; and at night he lay before her door, for he felt that evil had come to Nargothrond. Lúthien spoke often to Huan in her loneliness, telling of Beren, who was the friend of all birds and beasts that did not serve Morgoth; ad Huan understood all that was said. For he comprehended the speech of all things with voice; but it was permitted to him thrice only ere his death to speak with words”. JRR Tolkien Silmarillion, Chapter 19 Of Beren and Lúthien.
“Now doth Tinuviel put forth her skill and fairy-magic and she sews Beren into this fell and makes him to the likeness of a great cat, and she teaches him how to sit and sprawl, to step and bound and trot in the semblance of a cat, till Huan’s very whiskers bristled at the sight and thereat Beren and Tinuviel laughed. Never however could Beren learn to screech or wail or to purr like any cat that ever walked, no could Tinuviel awaken a glow in the dead eyes of the catskin – ‘but we must put up with that,’ said she, ‘and thou hast the air of a very noble cat if thou but hold thy tongue. Thus did they bid farewell to Huan and and set out for the halls of Melko by easy journeys, for Beren was in much discomfort and heat within the fur of Oikeroi, and Tinuviel’s heart became lighter awhile than it had been for long, and she stroked Beren or pulled his tail, and Beren was angry because he could not lash it in answer as fiercely as he wished.”
ephal ephalak idon hi-akallabeth 