#Emyn Muil

[laurahepworth-author]

Emyn Muil digital painting I made in 2018 from a 3x2 inch sketch I did several years ago on the back of one of my old school notebooks. the sketch itself was drawn from looking at the Lord of the Rings TCG site card of Emyn Muil.

#digital painting #fantasy #fantasy artist #Emyn Muil #lord of the rings fanart #lord of the rings #lotr fanart #lotr #freelance artist #freelance illustrator #patreon artist #middle earth #jrr tolkien #corel painter #sketch #digital artist #digital illustration #digital drawing #digital art #fantasy art #lotr tcg #tolkien fanart #fanart #fantasy painting #artists on tumblr

[blastbeat]

emyn muil [italy] // epic black metal.

"black shining crown" is from the album “afar angathfark”, released via northern silence productions in 2020.

#bandcamp #emyn muil #black metal #blackmetal #epic black metal #northern silence productions

[judging-a-album-by-its-cover]

Túrin Turambar Dagnir Glaurunga - Emyn Muil (2014)

Artist : Saverio Giove

#saverio giove #album cover #2010s #metal #black metal #dragon art #rock #fantasy #emyn muil #tolkien

[confluence-and-drift]

Though if we are talking musical takes on those particular stories, this is probably my favourite though musically, less accessible than Battlelore. Also the sound quality seems kind of balls in this video, but ah well.

#music #emyn muil #children of hurin #tolkien #Youtube

[tenth-sentence]

South and west it looked towards the warm lower vales of Anduin, shielded from the east by the Ephel Dúath and not yet under the mountain-shadow, protected from the north by the Emyn Muil, open to the southern airs and the moist winds from the Sea far away.

"The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers" - J.R.R. Tolkien

#book quote #lotr #lord of the rings #jrr tolkien #ttt #the two towers #ithilien #anduin #river #vale #mountains #shadow #ephel duath #emyn muil #sea air

[whats-in-a-sentence]

'Well, master, we're in a fix and no mistake,' said Sam Gamgee.

"The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers" - J.R.R. Tolkien

#book quotes #lotr #lord of the rings #jrr tolkien #ttt #the two towers #frodo #samwise gamgee #hobbits #emyn muil

[ithilbore]

#music #tolkien metal #spotify #emyn muil

[petrodragonicapocalypse]

for the past week the epic south west of england has been looking like the fucking emyn muil

how am i supposed to thrive in these conditions

#yes i know the emyn muil doesnt have trees this is vibe based #my posts

[canyourfavesurvivecastledracula]

could frodo from lord of the rings survive castle dracula🤔

Stephen King I know this is you

This one just makes me sad. Hasn't he suffered enough? It's also surprisingly difficult for me to get a read on it, despite me knowing the character very very well. He's just a little guy...

Frodo is not going to refuse anyone's gifts, and being unexpectedly protected by forgotten gifts is something he's very good at. He also doesn't shave so that's a thing. He does get very very subjected to the Horrors, and all hobbits are remarkably good at enduring hardship, even if they complain about it. Frodo is on the less complainy side of the spectrum, but the more hardship side of the spectrum.

He is plucky and courageous in a pinch. He would go exploring, with probably comparable results, although he may not be able to get into the blocked door. Would the Girlies want him? Well he's not that young but he is extremely baby sized. I think they'd be disappointed because they'd be expecting Delicious Baby and instead get Middle Aged Guy Going Through It. He knows he's not going to be able to oppose Dracula physically or mentally, so he won't get himself killed trying. He already has queer dreams. He already doesn't need shoes.

I think he would have a harder time psychologically in the Castle - Tolkien characters really don't like not being able to see the sun or feel grass between their toes - but an easier time with the Jon-a-Thon if that makes sense? But again he handled the Barrow-Wights (up to a point) and that's a really comparable situation. He keeps his head under extreme pressure, even if he loses his mind a bit. And he does just keep putting one foot in front of the other while all his other faculties fail him.

Based on the escape from the Emyn Muil I am confident Frodo could make it down the wall. He'd probably be happier if he had Sam's rope but again he's used to using his toes for things. He's got the right amount of courage to be making the daring attempts he needs to and the right amount of cowardice to not be eaten by wolves.

I'm ignoring the Ring because I don't think it helps him in this situation (see: Griffin Invisibleman). If anything it just adds to the psychological burden and he's better off without it.

In the final analysis I think Frodo Baggins can survive Castle Dracula, but he'll never be okay again.

Damn you Stephen King, you can't keep getting away with this.

ah NB this analysis is done with respect to Frodo as he appears in the the books. Movie!Frodo is 20 years younger and much more passive a character. I don't know if Movie!Frodo would think to go out the window unprompted, for instance, but I really don't know.

#Frodo Baggins #the Lord of the Rings #lotr #stephen king can't keep getting away with this #despite handling the Castle in comparable ways I do NOT think Frodo would be making Jonathan's choices in the back half of the novel #unindexed

[aotearoa20]

Nazgul: How are we to find the Ring, my lord, its bearer is surely a master of evasive maneuvering

~ somewhere in Emyn Muil ~

Frodo:

Sam:

Frodo: We have no idea where we're going do we?

#lord of the rings #tolkien #incorrect lotr quotes #frodo #sam #nazgul #incorrect tolkien quotes

[midnightcowboyarthur]

We Both Know - Aragorn x Reader

Aragorn x Reader Fanfic

Warnings/Content : longing, angst, flirting, terms of endearment

Summary : Aragorn arrives to ask you, a studious woman with a love for the land around you, to help the Fellowship find how to best navigate the coming leg of their journey. When Boromir shows interest in you, Aragorn has some...feelings about it.

A/N : This is currently a stand alone fic, but I will be continuing it with the hopes of turning it into a mini series. Enjoy!

Word Count : 1.7k

You sat quietly in your small cottage, the trees rustling gently in the breeze as you mend your garden apron. There was a hole in the floral-patterned front pocket where you gathered the produce from your small front garden. In front of you, various maps and quills were spread out on your desk. You studied maps religiously, and knew the land in and out. You breathed it, you lived it, and you loved it. You loved the feeling of the dirt beneath your toes as you gathered carrots from the garden patch, and at the moment you enjoyed the quiet peace that came with mending your personal items. 

You finished up your apron and set it on the desk, flexing your neck side to side as you finally looked up. The strain was a bit bothersome, but you had suffered worse and were not too worried about it. Standing up, you bring the apron to the back door, hanging it gently from the golden doorknob. You hummed to yourself, shuffling into the kitchen to put the kettle on the stove. Tea sounded nice, and you searched through your cabinet for the perfect blend. 

Living in between Lorien and Fangorn Forest was interesting at times, but your small cottage was cozy, quaint, and perfect enough for just you. You loved watching the birds and rabbits, and you loved it when you saw some of the elves out hunting. You pulled out a green tea blend and placed it into your mug. You startle slightly when the kettle whistles, so deep in thought you almost forgot you were waiting for that high pitch. You pour the hot water into your mug, bringing it up to your lips to blow lightly on your beverage when you hear a knock on the door. 

You furrow your brow, curious about who could be at the door. Moving to your faded blue front door, you set your mug of tea on your desk as you move to the front. You open the door, surprised at who you find there. 

“Lossë nin.” He says, quietly. You blink. And then you blink again.

“Aragorn?” You breathe. You glance over his shoulder, noticing a ragtag group of men standing across the front garden, near your gate. Your eyes slide back to Aragorn, your eyebrow raising. 

“We need your assistance, y/n.” He says, and you motion for him to come in. You tilt your head at the group, then motion with your arm for them to follow. 

After introductions are made and you are all settled into your small, warm living room, you look around at the group. 

“We would be honored if you would assist us in finding the best route forward.” Aragorn says. You cannot believe that he would even think he would have to formally ask you. You nod deeply, quickly standing to grab the large map you keep for navigational purposes. 

“You do not need to ask, Aragorn.” You say, spreading the map out in front of the men. You notice the hobbits gather close near your elbows, too small to see around the larger men and Gimli. You run your fingers over the weathered map, feeling as if your fingers were following a groove that had been traced there from excessive use by your seemingly endless studies. 

“We are here.” You point. “You will have to take the boats to keep along Nen Hithoel, and go along the hills there, Emyn Muil.” You move your shoulders slightly. “This will be the best path for you, seeing as you have the Halflings here.” You smile down at them, and the ones called Pippin and Merry grin back at you enthusiastically. Your eyes travel back to Aragorn, who is nodding silently, looking down at the map. His dark hair falls forward, concealing his face. 

You have known him so long, and yet you have not seen him in quite a few years. You had spent every moment together when he was last around. You bit your lip at this memory, remembering the upset you had felt and expressed to him then. He had left, leaving your heart aching. You were not quite sure why it had hurt so, it was not like Aragorn was a lover. He was just a friend. 

Aragorn nods once more. “Yes. This is what we will do. Many thanks to you, y/n.” He looks up at you, blue eyes sparkling. He gives you a small smile. You smile back, then look around at the rest of the Fellowship. 

“Well gentlemen, you must stay for rest and food. I will not hear of you leaving without. I have just made a lovely mutton stew.” You swore you could hear the Halfling’s stomachs rumble. 

“Beautiful and hospitable!” roars Gimli. “Where have ye been hiding this lass, Aragorn?” You laugh openly, amused at the dwarf.  Aragorn shakes his head at Gimli, as if to say “You are too much”. 

Boromir claps a hand on Gimli’s shoulder. “Beautiful indeed, and I am sure she is a delightful cook as well.” He smiles at you, the glint in his eye almost mischievous. 

You raise an eyebrow in return, waving your hand. “Who? Me? I am quite flattered, Boromir.” 

At this, Aragorn clenches his jaw shut tightly. You pretend not to notice. 

After supper, you watch Boromir wrestle with the Halflings, Pippin and Merry. You find it sweet. He treated them as if they were younger brothers. Legolas was whittling quietly while he listened to Gimli speak about dwarf women and what they were like. Frodo and Sam were next to you, looking at your garden. Sam was a gardener himself, and he was delighted at all of the different produce you grew. You told him to take what he wanted, so they may have food for their journey. 

You did not know where Aragorn was. Boromir glances up at you and smiles, and you smile back. 

Boromir makes his way over to you. “Lossë nin.” He says, mimicking what Aragorn had called you earlier. Legolas turns his head at this, brow raised. 

You laugh lightly, unable to tell him that term is something Aragorn and Aragorn only called you. You hear Aragorn scoff, and you realize he was leaning against your front door. He pushes himself off the worn, weathered door, and stalks around the backside of your cottage, where the flowers rested. You blink. You look at everyone else, who in turn stare at you. You clear your throat and turn, quickly following after Aragorn. As you disappear around the moss covered stone wall, you hear whispers. 

“That’s a term of endearment, Boromir.” Legolas whispers. You bite your lip, the urge to speak to Aragorn growing prominently. 

Aragorn stands among the flowers behind your house, silent. You walk to his side, staring forward just as he does. 

“What is it you want?” He says, and you turn your head at this. 

“I do not have want for anything, seeing as this is my house.” You retort. He closes his eyes briefly at this, then turns to you. 

“My apologies. I do not like it when others call you by the name I affectionately gave you.” 

You narrow your eyes. You did not know why this bothered him so, but his apparent possession over you had something bubbling in your chest at the moment. 

“How affectionate was the giving of this nickname? I do not find myself bound to you.” You say, your nostrils flaring. Aragorn’s jaw tenses again and he looks away from you briefly. 

“We both know that I cannot be bound to you in the way that you wish, y/n.” He clenches his fist, and you can tell he is trying to control his emotions. 

“You cannot or you will not?” You challenge. You did not know what had come over you. Perhaps it was the years missed, perhaps it was because he acted with jealousy and you secretly enjoyed that. Before Aragorn has the chance to answer, you move to another topic. “I have decided that I will accompany you on the next leg of this journey.” 

Aragorn fully turns towards you now. “You cannot.” 

“You cannot tell me-”

“I can and I will.” He says without letting you finish. He steps closer to you, his blue eyes blazing as he gazes at you. You look back at him defiantly, refusing to back down. He usually did not get this close to you. 

“No. You cannot. I am the person to bring along. I know the route better than anybody. I am a valuable resource.” You state calmly, looking up at him. He leans in, his lips mere inches from yours. 

“You are more than a resource to me, lossë nin.” He glances down at your lips, his eyes trailing up to meet yours. You swallow, becoming weak in the knees. 

You steel your e/c eyes on him and give your response. “I am more than capable of taking care of myself. I think you know that.” 

“We both know.” He says, leaning just slightly closer again. “But I cannot lose you.” 

“It is not only about you, Aragorn.” You say, your tone becoming slightly heated. “I am able to make my own decisions, and if I choose to accompany the Fellowship as your guide, I shall.” 

He shakes his head before you finish what you are saying. He is sighing, exasperated. “You…always so stubborn, y/n.” And then he cups his large hand around the back of your neck, and oh. Aragorn is kissing you. You kiss back, tasting the sweat and tears and hardship that has brought him to this point. You slide your hands up his chest, your delicate hands cradling his face. He deepens the kiss slightly, his arms encircling your waist and pulling you close. All too soon, the kiss is over and your head is reeling. You step back from him, breathless. You do not give him the chance to continue holding you. 

“This changes nothing. I will be accompanying you when dawn breaks.” You inform him. He looks at you. But he doesn’t look disappointed, he looks almost peaceful, as if your lips had been just what he had required on this long journey. 

“Please.” He says, as you start to walk away, back to the others. “Do not let Boromir call you as such, again, lossë nin.” 

You tilt your head. “Perhaps he can bestow his own endearment upon me.” You retort, enjoying the opportunity to toy with Aragorn, who always seemed so stoic. You do not give him a chance to respond before you return to your front garden, wondering where this Fellowship would take you. 

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translations

Lossë nin - my blossom

#aragorn x reader #longing #heartache #jealousy #angst #lord of the rings fanfiction #lotr

[roselightfairy]

Gimli ground his teeth. 'This is a bitter end to our hope and to all our toil!' he said.   'To hope, maybe, but not to toil,' said Aragorn. 'We shall not turn back here. Yet I am weary.' He gazed back along the way that they had come towards the night gathering in the East. 'There is something strange at work in this land. I distrust the silence. I distrust even the pale Moon. The stars are faint; and I am weary as I have seldom been before, weary as no Ranger should be with a clear trail to follow. There is some will that lends speed to our foes and sets an unseen barrier before us: a weariness that is in the heart more than in the limb.'   ‘Truly!' said Legolas. 'That I have known since first we came down from the Emyn Muil. For the will is not behind us but before us.' He pointed away over the land of Rohan into the darkling West under the sickle moon.

Love the genre of conversation where once Aragorn says it it’s true and smart.

#lotr newsletter #three hunters

[80linesofvirgil]

I know that comparison is like the enemy of creativity or whatever, but when you in the middle of a WIP and keep seein other people’s amazin art it’s just…. Ughh im out here like sam and frodo trudging through emyn muil. Peaks and troughs baby, peaks and troughs… and a sinister scrawny addict stalking me the whole time… i need elven rope… this analogy is falling apart… or is it?

[velvet4510]

I headcanon that Pippin and Faramir shared a post-war moment similar to that Hawkeye scene where Clint tells Yelena that Nat talked to him about her all the time through the years and mentioned how she always wanted to keep Yelena safe:

While chatting about this, that and the other thing in Minas Tirith, Pippin mentioned to Faramir that Boromir talked to the Fellowship about him all the time during the journey to the Emyn Muil, sharing stories about their childhood, and was constantly hoping that Faramir was safe.

That just feels like something Boromir would talk about, especially as he grew more comfortable with the group, and Pippin likely wanted to make sure Faramir knew how his brother always loved him right up to his last living moments.

#lotr #jrr tolkien #lotr books #lotr movies #pippin took #faramir #boromir #boromir and faramir #minas tirith #lotr headcanons

[confluence-and-drift]

As for what I’m listening to right now; this album has been on repeat for a while.  Yes, it’s more tolkien flavoured metal but it’s GOOD.  I mean, look at the album art ticks off all of the vital food groups, an illegible logo, a fist in the air, weird glowy objects, clashing colours across from each other on the wheel with black as the focus. 

  And the music!  It’s very Summoning, and I say that as the highest of praise that one can give in this particular subgenre.  It has it all, ominous winds, sonorous, dark guitar riffs, clear whatstheword chorus vocals, deep but clear voiced quotes direct from the works of Tolkien, all the tremelo picking one can want.  Nice and atmospheric ^^.

#music #emyn muil #afar angathfark #apologies if this comes out as nonsensical I'm high as balls right now

[tenth-sentence]

A great thirst troubled them, but they drank only a few drops from their bottles – last filled in the gully, which now as they looked back in thought seemed to them a place of peace and beauty.

"The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers" - J.R.R. Tolkien

#book quote #lotr #lord of the rings #jrr tolkien #ttt #the two towers #thirsty #mordor #emyn muil #wishful thinking #frodo #samwise gamgee #hobbits #water bottle