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morethanphotography:Vermilion Dawn by sarahlyndsay The night…


Vermilion Dawn by sarahlyndsay

The night passed, and the brooding silence lay again upon the empty lands. Weary and spent Tuor slept beneath Ulmo’s cloak; but Voronwë crept forth and stood like a stone silent, unmoving, piercing the shadows with his Elvish eyes. At the break of day he woke Tuor, and he creeping out saw that the weather had indeed for a time relented, and the black clouds were rolled aside. There was a red dawn, and he could see far before him the tops of strange mountains glinting against the eastern fire.
– The Silmarillion, Quenta Silmarillion Chapter XXIII Of Tuor and the Fall of Gondolin

morethanphotography:Vermilion Dawn by sarahlyndsay

The night…

beleggs:leepacejustawesome3:Ulmo (found it on pinterest)This art…



Ulmo (found it on pinterest)

This art is by Daniel Govar.

His website is here: danielgovar.com

and he has an entire Tolkien gallery with lots of awesome art


Fantastic Ulmo portrait. With this, I submit my response to verati404‘s experiment to crown everyone’s favourite Vala via the teamainur blog. (Click Awesome Ulmo for more Awesome!Ulmo tagged images I’ve put up over the past 24 hours for my supporting evidence of Awesome!Ulmo’s awesome)


Quote (for relevance to my Middle-earth imagery images and art posts project):

Ulmo is the Lord of Waters. He is alone. He dwells nowhere long, but moves as he will in all the deep waters about the Earth or under the Earth. He is next in might to Manwë, and before Valinor was made he was closest to him in friendship; but thereafter he went seldom to the councils of the Valar, unless great matters were in debate. For he kept all Arda in thought, and he has no need of any resting-place. Moreover he does not love to walk upon land, and will seldom clothe himself in a body after the manner of his peers. If the Children of Eru beheld him they were filled with a great dread; for the arising of the King of the Sea was terrible, as a mounting wave that strides to the land, with dark helm foam-crested and raiment of mail shimmering from silver down into shadows of green. The trumpets of Manwë are loud, but Ulmo’s voice is deep as the deeps of the ocean which he only has seen.
– The Silmarillion, Valaquenta

(Also related: The Silmarillion, Quenta Silmarillion Chapter XXIII: Of Tuor and the Fall of Gondolin)

beleggs:leepacejustawesome3:Ulmo (found it on pinterest)This art…

Reader: The Silmarillion. Quenta Silmarillion, Chapter 23 “Of Tuor and the Fall of Gondolin”

Reader deep thought: Tuor and Túrin. Two peas in a pod when they started. But their life stories could not be more different. What would have happened if Tuor had spoken to that tall, dark stranger he encountered at Irvin? Probably something bad (even were it no fault of the stranger), and somebody would behave badly. Whatever might have transpired, chances were it would have driven a trident in Ulmo’s plans and given him a litter of shark pups. So sometimes it does pay to heed the elders: Don’t speak to strangers!

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