Daily Archives: February 13, 2015

sitoutside:m 31 ed80 FLICK 2by luis miguel33 A glimpse…


m 31 ed80 FLICK 2by luis miguel33 

A glimpse of proto-Arda nestled in Eä. (Of course, it’s the imagery that matters more than fact here. This is a galaxy – though I know not which, not the star dust disc of planetary formation; alt reference.)

Now the Children of Ilúvatar are Elves and Men, the Firstborn and the Followers. And amid all the splendours of the World, its vast halls and spaces, and its wheeling fires, Ilúvatar chose a place for their habitation in the Deeps of Time and in the midst of the innumerable stars.
– The Silmarillion, Ainulindalë 

(And we’re done with my mini Silm astro-ramble set)

sitoutside:m 31 ed80 FLICK 2by luis miguel33 

A glimpse…

morethanphotography:Proterra by Carlosmacr … the loremasters of…


Proterra by Carlosmacr

… the loremasters of Men said that a Straight Road must still be, for those that were permitted to find it. And they taught that, while the new world fell away, the old road and the path of the memory of the West still went on, as it were a mighty bridge invisible that passed through the air of breath and of flight (which were bent now as the world was bent), and traversed Ilmen which flesh unaided cannot endure, until it came to Tol Eressëa, the Lonely Isle, and maybe even beyond, to Valinor, where the Valar still dwell and watch the unfolding of the story of the world. And tales and rumours arose along the shores of the sea concerning mariners and men forlorn upon the water who, by some fate or grace or favour of the Valar, had entered in upon the Straight Way and seen the face of the world sink below them, and so had come to the lamplit quays of Avallónë, or verily to the last beaches on the margin of Aman, and there had looked upon the White Mountain, dreadful and beautiful, before they died.
– The Silmarillion, Akallabêth

Can anyone really hope to simply “stray” onto the Straight Road? Men have such capacity for misplaced optimism.

morethanphotography:Proterra by Carlosmacr
… the loremasters of…

sitoutside: Wish you were here by Adhemar Duro During…


Wish you were here
by  Adhemar Duro 

During the Darkening of Valinor, and even after, nothing was really said of what happened in Middle-earth as the light of the Two Trees failed. I imagine that much like the hour of mingling, it faded gradually, like a dusk that deepens into Night, only the dawn never comes.


Wish you were here

by Adhemar Duro