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sitoutside:Crimson Crags, Cerro Torre, Patagonia.by …

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Crimson Crags, Cerro Torre, Patagonia.by AndersonImages

‘Yonder stands Barazinbar, the Redhorn, cruel Caradhras…’
– Gimli. The Lord of the Rings, Vol 1: The Fellowship of the Ring, Book 2: The Ring Goes South, Chapter 2: The Ring Goes South

sitoutside:Crimson Crags, Cerro Torre, Patagonia.by …

morethanphotography:Castle on fire by runaustralia “But beyond,…

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Castle on fire by runaustralia

But beyond, in the great fief of Belfalas, dwelt Prince Imrahil in his castle of Dol Amroth by the sea, and he was of high blood, and his folk also, tall men and proud with sea-grey eyes.”
– Lord of the Rings. Vol 3: The Return Of The King, Book 5: The War Of The Ring, Chapter 1: Minas Tirith.

morethanphotography:Castle on fire by runaustralia
“But beyond,…

sundxwn: The Red Barrier by Max Rive Therefore at that time…

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The Red Barrier by Max Rive

Therefore at that time they fortified their land anew, and they raised up the mountain-walls of the Pelóri to sheer and dreadful heights, east, north, and south. Their outer sides were dark and smooth, without foothold or ledge, and they fell in great precipices with faces hard as glass, and rose up to towers with crowns of white ice.
– The Silmarllion. Quenta Silmarillion, Chapter XI Of the Sun and Moon and the Hiding of Valinor

sundxwn:
The Red Barrier by Max Rive

Therefore at that time…

sitoutside:by Josh Couts As the third day of their voyage wore…

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by Josh Couts

As the third day of their voyage wore on the lands changed slowly: the trees thinned and then failed altogether. On the eastern bank to their left they saw long formless slopes stretching up and away towards the sky; brown and withered they looked, as if fire had passed over them, leaving no living blade of green: an unfriendly waste without even a broken tree or a bold stone to relieve the emptiness. They had come to the Brown Lands that lay, vast and desolate, between Southern Mirkwood and the hills of the Emyn Muil.
– The Lord of the Rings. Vol I: The Fellowship of The Ring, Book 2: The Ring Goes South, Chapter 9: The Great River

sitoutside:by Josh Couts As the third day of their voyage wore…

magic-spelldust:Deep wood by erynlasgalenphotoart In that wood…

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Deep wood by erynlasgalenphotoart

 

 

In that wood in ages past Melian walked in the twilight of Middle-earth when the trees were young, and enchantment lay upon it still. But now the trees of Nan Elmoth were the tallest and darkest in all Beleriand, and there the sun never came…
– The Silmarllion, Quenta Silmarillion Chapter XVI Of Maeglin

magic-spelldust:Deep wood by erynlasgalenphotoart

In that wood…

sundxwn:Inferno by Alexandre Ehrhard … down on the stones behind…

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Inferno by Alexandre Ehrhard

… down on the stones behind the fences of the Black Land the air seemed almost dead, chill and yet stifling…. The land all about was dreary, flat and drab-hued…. South-eastward, far off like a dark standing shadow, loomed the Mountain. Smokes were pouring from it, and while those that rose into the upper air trailed away eastward, great rolling clouds floated down its sides and spread over the land. A few miles to the north-east the foothills of the Ashen Mountains stood like sombre grey ghosts, behind which the misty northern heights rose like a line of distant cloud hardly darker than the lowering sky.
– The Lord of the Rings. Vol III: The Return of the King, Book 6 The End Of The Third Age, Chapter 3: Mount Doom

sundxwn:Inferno by Alexandre Ehrhard
… down on the stones behind…

sitoutside: au bord de l’etang … by Mick…

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au bord de l'etang ...
by  Mick Cam 

Reminded of the Enchanted Stream, circa Greenwood the Great instead. I can see a certain king-in-waiting just lounging that beautiful being of his on the far bank, as a quiet day wear away. Right on the edge of the sunbeam. Yeah, a little corner Thranduil called his own, for a little while.

Second and final landscape cross-post/reblog, like the patagonian rhapsody reminiscent of sunset on the edge of Mithlond.

After this, any middle-earth imagery post (wordpress tag, tumblr tag) should only be seen once on this tumblr. Thank goodness I started small (and late) on this.

lurkerinthemirk:

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au bord de l’etang …

by Mick…