me: I’m really enjoying coming up with Maori designs for the Valar.
Mary: Yeah I really like them.
me: I have a cool one for Melkor.
Mary: You should draw him as a british soldier.
me: *ugly laughing*

thelioninmybed:

Can’t stop thinking about that bit in the Lay of Leithian where Morgoth is like;

‘So Lúthien, so Lúthien
a liar like all Elves and Men!’

Which is just lovely and true –

Lúthien, of all our protagonists, plays the Enemy at his own game and wins – and deeply, delightfully ironic, given the source. 

And then the next two lines are;

‘Yet welcome, welcome to my hall!
I have a use for every thrall.’

And…that sounds like something out of a fucking Disney Movie, I could hear a talking (evil) candlestick sing that shit.

You’re alone
And you’re scared
But the dungeon’s all prepared
You’ll be screaming, you’ll be praying
When the balrogs get to flaying

Anyway, I love Tolkien’s poetry so much.