Tag: ulmo

rock-paperback-scissors:

Tuor stood upon the shore, and the sun was like a smoky fire behind the menace of the sky; and it seemed to him that a great wave rose far off and rolled towards the land… Then suddenly as it drew near it curled, and broke, and rushed forward in long arms of foam; but where it had broken there stood dark against the rising storm a living shape of great height and majesty. 

 – Of Tuor and his Coming to Gondolin, J.R.R. Tolkien

[Inktober day 10: flowing]

chechula:

Silmarillion experiment 9.:
 Ulmo, playing Ulumúri, the music of water that goes through Arda ♥
…Ulmo is really hard to draw for me…maybe I’ll give him some better portrait later ^^; 
also…sorry, this series begins to look, all the same…but I was in the mood for something easy…I promise I’ll do more experiments later!

Irmo
Manwë and Varda
Tulkas
Oromë
Two Trees of Valinor
Seven Fathers of the Dwarves
Ossë and Uinen
The Halls of Mandos

I WANT EARENDIL HEADCANONS. esp whacky and magic-y ones 👀👀

ivanaskye:

WOW THAT ONLY TOOK THREE TRIES TO SEND, GOOD JOB EVERYONE.

Aaaaa I wanna have good answers for this… but I am solidity and directness and certainty, which means that the type of strange bright-but-floaty magic logic you are looking for is not truly natural to me, and is not mine…

Although I do actually like the intonation of those tale of Eärendel notes and it kinda makes me wanna do some kind of prose-poem type maybe-novella in a similar style. But about something very different. Uh.

Anyway… he had a long and lonely set of journeys. So either he’s a very functional introvert or he hung out with Ulmo a LOT. Is it appropriate to play cards with a kind-of God while sailing off to try to completely change the course of the world, while your wife is either in a tower somewhere or ON HER WAY TO YOU AS A BIRD? Who knows. But maybe he does it anyway.

OR GO. Like. The game, Go. Well known for being ~philosophical~ and serving as a metaphor for personalities and thought types… Ulmo brings him seashells in black and white so they can play. The wind stills eerily around the board of the game. They spend long sunlit afternoons like this, while the gentle waves glint, when no storms linger in any distance.

Yeah, I think I’m going with that.

There too were many caverns, and there was a stretching shoreland of white sand about the feet of black and purple cliffs, and here was the dwelling even in those deepest days of the Solosimpi [Teleri].

There Ulmo sate upon a headland and spake to them words of comfort and of the deepest wisdom; and all sea-lore he told them, and they hearkened; and music he taught them, and they made slender pipes of shells. By reason of that labour of Osse there are no strands so strewn with marvellous shells as were the white beaches and the sheltered coves of Tol Eressëa, and the Solosimpi dwelt much in caves, and adorned them with those sea-treasures, and the sound of their wistful piping might be heard for many a long day come faintly down the winds.
 
Then Falman-Osse’s heart melted towards them and he would have released them, save for the new joy and pride he had that their beauty dwelt thus amidmost of his realm, so that their pipes gave perpetual pleasure to his ear, and Uinen and the Oarni and all the spirits of the waves were enamoured of them.

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Book of Lost Tales Part I, “The Coming of the Elves and the Making of Kôr”