over-sleep:

水たまりの向こう側の世界
（みんなの動画さんのツイート）

元ソース：
this is beyond mesmerizing

（ 🌊(@mattwhitlockPM) さんのツイート）

this video has such and ethereal aura to it
like… it feels like a delicate experience
as if one slip of the camera persons phone and it would have been lost to the mirroring world below

Aleksandr Kosteckij

personalgremlin:

this makes me want to cry

the part with gwindor and finduilas’s private conversation about turin and beren and etc

gurguliare:

[ @crocordile asked for Turin and Finduilas’s “But you are queenly” convo and I kind of folded it into this. WRITING ABOUT WRITING IS REALLY HARD. ]

It was a tradition in Nargothrond that matters of war were debated before an assembly, in the great cavern where the river Ringwil raised all speech to a bellow on its back, and so—though Orodreth and all his councillors were slain, and Gwindor died first of those princes—Dirhaval had only to ask a cook who had taken a shift off to go hearken—and who later had run like a deer through the smoke in the forest, all the way west—to learn what words passed between Gwindor and Túrin before Túrin led Gwindor’s people to war; and, further, what words passed between Gwindor and the king, when Gwindor came unburdened out of Angband to his door.

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Frodo began to feel restless, and the old paths seemed too well-trodden. He looked at maps, and wondered what lay beyond their edges: maps made in the Shire showed mostly white spaces beyond its borders.

J. R. R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring (via one-small-garden)

bronislavvdraws:

wip!

At last night came, and the little boy went to bed; and Rover was put on a chair by the bedside, still begging until it was quite dark. The blind was down; but outside the moon rose up out of the sea, and laid the silver path across the waters that is the way to places at the edge of the world and beyond, for those that can walk on it.

J.R.R. Tolkien, Roverandom

garden-ghoul:

Notes on Orality and Literacy, Walter Ong—there’s a link, I highly recommend it for anyone who’s interested in language. @kinsoliloquy check it out.

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I did nothing but run away from the time I was a puppy, and I kept on running and roving until one fine morning – a very fine morning, with the sun in my eyes – I fell over the world’s edge chasing a butterfly.

J.R.R Tolkien (Roverandom)

Yet once they were, and therefore they still are, in true being and in the whole shape of the world as at first it was devised.

Akallabeth, The Silmarillion
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