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
The weirdest thing I’ve encountered in West Virginia so far is the lighthouse in the mountains. I’m assuming it’s for a church or something but there is just a fully fictional lighthouse up in the hills and I truly cannot express in words how momentarily otherworldly it is to be exhausted at 1 am, driving trough the fog in the mountains, and to see the distinct beam of a lighthouse cut through the mist of the interstate.
Like you somehow skipped ahead four hours to the coast. It’s disembodying. I need to know who’s responsible.
I need you to understand that this isn’t an airplane tower. It’s styled as if it’s on the coast of Maine or Newfoundland or something.
“There are times when the ocean is not the ocean-not blue, not even
water, but some violent explosion of energy and danger: ferocity on a
scale only gods can summon. It hurls itself at the island, sending spray
right over the top of the lighthouse, biting pieces off the cliff. And
the sound is a roaring of a beast whose anger knows no limits. Those are
the nights the light is needed most.”
– M. L. Stedman, The Light Between Oceans
The twilight sky beyond South Stack lighthouse with the conjunction of Venus and Mars at the closest point tonight, chased by the moon as they set on the horizon shortly after.
ephal ephalak idon hi-akallabeth 