#Huan the dog

[albuum]

Келегорм, Хуан и песни влюбленного Тилиона

Celegorm, Huan and the songs of the lover Tilion

Пока рисовалось, понялось, что здесь есть такое щербаковское:

“Я знал тебя в тяжелый час и в битве, и в игре.

Ты утешений не просил и головы не вешал.

Но сей недуг страшней других, и я б тебя утешил,

Когда б не тлела жизнь моя на том же алтаре”.

#celegorm #huan the dog #sons of feanor #noldor #tilion #tolkien #silmarillion #elfeverydaylife #feanorians

[theworldsoftolkein]

Huan's Promise - by Ebe Kastein

After Curufin had imprisoned Lúthien, his own dog Húan turned against him, for Húan had also lost his heart to her and resented Curufin’s dishonourable behaviour. One night he fetched the magic cloak that had been taken from her, and returned it. Standing before her, Húan, who had been born in Aman, spoke for the first time in his life with words: ‘Lady beloved, whom all Men, whom Elfinesse, and whom all things with fur and fell and feathered wings should serve and love – arise! Away! Put on thy cloak! Before the day comes over Nargothrond we fly to Northern perils, thou and I.’

#tolkien legendarium #jrr tolkien #the silmarillion #beren & luthien #luthien tinuviel #huan the dog

[prymaraa]

Ah yes. Me. My elf girlfriend. And her 6ft tall magical dog.

#silmarillion #beren and luthien #beren #luthien #huan #I don't know how to draw dogs #my art #украрт #арткозацтво

[camille-lachenille]

It was a rainy day, when Huan walked out of the Halls of Mandos, soft mud sticking to his paws as he walked toward the woods in the distance. The smells and noises were familiar despite all the time that had passed, and Huan happily sniffed at trees and stones to try catch an interesting trail. The pattering of rain on the dense canopy over him almost covered the twittering of birds but Huan could still catch glimpses of their gossip, and he wagged his tail. It wasn’t much but he had a trail to follow now.

Valinor was unchanged, yet vastly different from what Huan remembered. As he ran across woods and plains, he saw new towns and lush fields where there was only wilderness before. He mourned this loss, but he had a goal to reach so he did not pause except for the briefest rest. Always, he followed the chattering of birds, the whispers of the wind and the thread calling to him.

Huan ran and ran, revelling in the feeling if earth under his paws and wind messing with his fur. He had missed being alive, this abundance of sounds and smells; rustling leaves, foxes calls, thunderstorms and bird songs, deer fleeing in the woods, freshly cooked food, dewy grass in the morning and so much more.

At least, Huan picked up the trail he had been searching for as he followed the birds, this unmistakeable scent that meant friend tough diluted in seawater, kelp and bird, with a hint of sadness. The trail led him to a lone tower at the edge of the world, wrapped in ribbons of mist. Huan ran up to the door and shook his fur from rain and dust before barking happily, his tail wagging faster than ever.

It took some time but, at last, the door opened on a small figure clad in white. Huan immediately flopped down, belly up and tongue lolling out, and looked up at the woman. She stood very still in the doorframe, a hand pressed to her mouth and her eyes very wide, like a rabbit caught. After a long moment she moved, as if in a daze, and presented her open hand to Huan. He sniffled it, revelling in the scent of friend, before licking the woman’s palm. She laughed at that, a small startled giggle, but her stance was now much more relaxed as she knelt beside him.

“So you really are the dog from the tale of Grandmother Lúthien,” she said with wonder in her voice. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Huan. I am Elwing.”

Huan let out a soft boof and licked Elwing’s hand once more. This time, her laughter was just a little louder, and she sank her hands in his fur to rub his belly. He could not speak in this new life, not that he had much to say that could not be expressed with other means, but in this moment Huan wished he was able to tell Elwing he was her friend forever.

Elwing stood up after a while and wrapped her shawl more tightly around her shoulders. “Do come in, you must be famished after your journey,” she invited with a small smile. “Truth be told, I expected you to look much more fearsome, not that I complain about your friendliness. But tales tend to make everyone look grander and more awe inspiring than real…” her voice trailed off and there was a feeling of sadness surrounding Elwing. Huan carefully nudged her shoulder with his nose and, when Elwing turned to look at him, licked her face playfully. Her shriek was one he knew well, part surprise, part laughter. Lúthien had reacted the exact same way he had done this trick to her. Tyelkormo would only laugh and muss the fur on his nose, but that was even longer ago.

Elwing’s tower was a nice place to live in. Isolated enough that it was surrounded by wilderness and the inside large enough to accommodate Huan’s size without too many broken vases and chairs. At night he slept on the hearth rug and he would often be joined by Elwing when sleep eluded her. She would tell him tales of her life, in Beleriand and here in Valinor, and what memories she had of her father and brothers, tough only rarely for it made her cry.

“I am glad to have you here with me, my friend,” Elwing whispered in his neck one night. Huan nuzzled her hair in answer as she fell asleep curled against him. I will always be at your side, friend.

#elwing desserves all the love and frirndship ever #also this is a firm headcanon of mine that huan eould seek lúthien’s descendents after being reembodied #maybe he will forgive celegorm for his deed with time #but i can’t see it happening anytime soon #besides celegorm isn’t reebodied yet #so it’s just elwing and husn being besties #and eärendil nearly having a heart attack when he comes home at last to find his wife with a dog taller than her #tolkien #the silmarillion #tolkien fic #huan #elwing

[swanhild]

I like to think Celegorm left Huan with Maedhros while he recovered after Thangorodrim because having Huan around calmed Maedhros down and made him feel safer. Caranthir brought the pillows and the blanket is Fingon's. Helping Maedhros heal was a community effort that made them set their various grievances aside for the time being.

(credit for the idea goes to @outofangband whose worldbuilding and headcanon posts about trauma and recovery inspired this)

@tolkiengenweek (for the family/community/animals prompts)

#tolkiengenweek #maedhros #silmarillion art #silmarillion #tolkien art #huan #my art #silm art #(also please ignore any concerns regarding infection risk and so on #we're dealing with magical elf (and magical dog) biology here #so I'm just gonna ~handwave~ that)

[thelien-art]

Huan; Hound of Valinor

He´s a good boi

#finelly finished this #got the energi to get up from bed and use ten mins for finishing shading this although a bit bad #i headcannon lesser maia to have some form of glowing orb near their eyes #tolkien #silmarillion #jrr tolkien #beren and luthien #lay of leithian #huan #silm art #tolkien art #digital art #my art #hes celegorm lil support dog

[corsairspade]

Sitting here thinking about Celegorm being Oromë’s favourite and what the means beyond being gifted a hound by the Valar of the hunt himself.

Imagine, if you will, pre-darkening Celegorm who always wins dice games, who never draws the short straw, and when it comes to bets, always seems to come out on top— to the point where Celegorm is the person who always holds the pot when it comes to bets, because he always wins otherwise.

Imagine now, in Beleriand, this habit not changing. “Tell Tyelko I’m putting 20 on Fingon’s seneschal proposing to that girl of his in four years”, “Tell Celegorm that I despise him and never want to see him again— and also that I’m doubling down on my bet on the outcome of Caranthir meeting a Man for the first time.”

Imagine, oath ridden, downward spiralling Celegorm jokingly agreeing to roll dice to bet on something minor— guard shifts, or who has to tell Curufin that another sword has been broken—

And losing the bet. 

Celegorm who always is lucky, who always holds the pot… doesn’t know when he lost that favour. 

Imagine a Celegorm slowly losing the boons bestowed upon him by a Valar who he dedicated himself to, who taught him to speak the language of birds and beasts and gave him his craft.

Imagine a Celegorm who watches Huan leave and thinks it an inevitability, because he has been losing losing parts of himself, ever since he stepped off the shores of Valinor.

Celegorm who leaves behind a collection of bows and pelts and one hand-bound, weathered book, filled with the bets that are never going to be fulfilled.

#celegorm #tyelkormo #turkafinwe #silmarillion #if someone fics this I would cry (happy au or canon ending) #sons of feanor #silm headcanons #silm #orome #huan #Celegorm as gods special little man #Listen I feel supernatural luck would be the least of Celegorm’s boons #Let’s be real #He’s probably got tapetum lucidium #fucked up little guy #Oh here’s a magic dog and the ability to speak to animals #Also would you like to be an absolute shark at poker and always know which way is north no matter what?

[legitimatesatanspawn]

Hello! Could you tell me if Sauron got wrecked by a dog before or after he created werewolves?

Sauron made them first! What follows is a recap about the creation of werewolves, the story of Huan, and why the fight is important.

Sauron bound a "fell spirit" into a wolf body, creating Draugluin. Draugluin isn't the most powerful werewolf though as that is his son Carcharoth who Morgoth handfed people meat to like he was an oversized pet. For the record to people reading this: Morgoth is Sauron's boss, who is essentially LotR's Lucifer.

It's not exactly clear what Draugluin was before getting stuffed into a wolf but it is fair to assume he was originally another fallen and corrupted Maiar. But it's possible thanks to his title as "necromancer" that Sauron shoved a dead evil human soul in there if only to match the linguistic origins of "werewolf" as "man wolf".

Sauron also could turn into a wolf himself - which was part of the Epic Fight with the Dog. The dog being Huan, who protected Luthien and helped her and Beren fight off... a whole lot of enemies overall.

Huan was literally just a dog. A dog the "size of a small horse" that was showered with a nice package of blessings so he was functionally an elf in dog form. Immortal but could be killed. Prophesied to die after speaking three times. Orome really liked that dog. Which is to be expected of the Valar Archangel God of the Hunt. Note: this is specifically hunting Morgoths's monsters, not wild animals. He likes wild animals and dogs and horses.

Why Luthien and Beren had the epic journey adventure is under the cut. As is the summary of the journey, the actual fight, and the aftermath.

Luthien's father got together with a Maiar named Melian, who was basically a one woman force of nature who protected an entire city-state kingdom by making an Unpassable Location. The kingdom Doriath was basically Hidden and Safe and Amazing and probably had a few dumb policies as is wont to happen when you're isolated and cut yourself off from the world's problems.

Beren... somehow finds his way to the forests around Doriath. Sees her. They fall in love (echoing what will later be Aragorn and Arwen and part of why Elrond is sort of Freaking Out because he knows how this story goes and while he doesn't wanna be Thingol... ).

Beren can't get killed off by Thingol's orders because Luthien managed to get him to promise not to, or to imprison him for the Audacity, so Thingol manages to get him to go along with a deal: "come back with one of the Noldor's stolen Silmarils from Morgoth's crown and you may have my daughter's hand in marriage."

This is meant to be a Solo Thing but Beren asks Finrod for advice. Finrod is a bamf and one of the big brothers to Galadriel and kicks all kinds of ass. He remembers all the drama of the Silmarils and was one of the Noldor who opposed the Oath to cross the artic ice for revenge to get them back... look there's a huge mess with the Silmarils and why Oaths are Bad and why no one trusts the Noldor or especially not Feanor or his sons. I don't want to get into it right now, their creation, or why specifically Galadriel's brother getting involved is a big thing. Like I get the reasons because that's Feanor's creation and Morgoth egged him on before swiping them, but god damn. But Finrod wasn't gonna go with them but then he didn't want to get cut off from his friends who did so he went along.

So hearing "I promised to get the Silmarils back" probably wasn't a happy moment for Finrod to hear coming out of Beren's mouth. Thank god no Grinding Ice was involved though because that was a massacre unto itself. It took around 25-30 years to cross that, or like 9 'years' as known by their calendar then. Even for an elf that's a long time.

Finrod gathered up a bunch of people but most of them got killed and captured and the survivors were taken to Sauron's island where he was still breeding Werewolves for some unholy reason. The probable meta reason is to ensure the existence of Wargs later on.

Luthien sensed Problems so she dashed out to find Beren and ran right into two of Feanor's sons and their dog Huan - who was given to one of them by Orome back when Feanor's family weren't being Ultra Stupid about the fancy cursed yet hallowed gems. And for reasons I can't remember clearly on why, they took Luthien prisoner and locked her up in Finrod's fort. Where she got chummy with Huan and Huan helped her escape (and spoke for the First time).

They got there in time to try and avenge Finrod's death. Sauron was like "oooh that Maia's spawnling. I'll be richly rewarded by my master if I bring you to him in chains" and cue the werewolf attack that Huan bamfed his way through kicking their asses. This included the father werewolf by the way, so you know Huan is a beast (affectionate).

And then Huan and Sauron fought! Sauron took the form of a wolf first and lost, but Huan got him in a chokehold with his teeth and just REFUSED to let go! No matter what form Sauron took, no matter what he did or tried to do...

Sauron got his ass kicked by a dog and it was only because of Luthien letting him go (probably laughing the whole time) so she can move on to more important things.

If you're curious about the rest of that story: Beren and Luthien snuck into Morgoth's hellish current capital by disguising themselves as his top vampire messenger/servant and the dead father werewolf. Luthien, when Morgoth tore off the illusion/disguise, continued to be a BAMF and bewitched the whole capital/fortress into falling asleep so they can pry one of the gems from the Iron Crown. Sadly Morgoth started to stir when something hit him by accident so they panicked and ran out with the Silmaril.

(Fair warning: nothing mortal can touch the Silmarils. Nothing EVIL can touch the gems either. This was by holy decree and blessing. So how Thingol expected Beren to take a Simaril back I have no idea.)

But remember when I mentioned Carcharoth, the son of the first werewolf? He woke up first because, as the guard dog who got suspicious as all get out over his "father" having "survived" (word reached him of his death), they had to first cast him to sleep before slipping into the place. Beren tried to use the Silmaril to scare him off by waving it in the air and instead he got his hand bit off for the trouble.

And then Carcharoth went nuts for a whole new reason: agony in the belly. He was put out of his agony sometime later to get the gem, but this is the best part I swear:

When Thingol saw Beren and Luthien rock up seemingly empty-handed... Beren told him to his face "even now I have a Silmaril in my hand".

Rest of the story short, Beren and Luthien got together, the wolf with the Silmaril in his belly showed up (probably was tracking them) and tried to get Thingol only for Beren to get in the way. Huan got the wolf, the wolf got Huan, Huan died with his head in Beren's other hand. Thingol got the gem, Luthien... died at some unclear point in time and convinced the Archangel Valar God of the Dead to change Beren's fate and let them be together in death if not in life. They got reborn as humans and got a happily ever after together - she gave up certain peace for an uncertain life with him..

Meanwhile, skipping over the hot mess that is Turin's life and why Thingol adopted him, Thingol got killed off by Dwarves who found out that not only did he have a Simaril but he put it in a famous Dwarven necklace "gifted" to him by Turin's blood father Hurin over how his son's life went (LONG story short: a terrible combination of Morgoth cursing people, Morgoth's dragon cursing people, Morgoth capturing Hurin and cursing him, and also Arrogance and Pride on Turin's part, and lots of soap opera drama) to create one insanely priceless artifact. This lead to the Sacking of the kingdom and a lot of death and destruction, as is wont to happen when Simarils are involved.

Honestly, Beren and Luthien should've decked Thingol when he first brought up the damn rock.

#the silmarillion #lore dump #silmarils #beren and luthien #sauron vs huan #sauron lost to a dog #this took a while #the legendary grudge match between a fallen angel and dog #it took me two hours to write this #luthien tinuviel #beren #melian #thingol #doriath #morgoth #sauron #huan #mairon #finrod #feanor #turin turambar #curufin #celegorm #draugluin #carcharoth #melkor #thuringwethil #jrr tolkien #tolkien

[sesamenom]

(belated) Halloween costume party!

since orome is obviously the family vala (with aule coming in second) the group costume theme that year was orome. (they do a different vala each year)

yes celegorm does in fact have a horse, yes his horse does actually look somewhat like nahar, and yes he put a rubber horse mask on huan instead.

instead of doing orome + a friend, ambarussa are doing Tall Orome (they did rock paper scissors for who gets to be the head).

aredhel and galadriel show up as orome & vana, but halfway through the party galadriel pops into the bathroom and converts her costume to tulkas:

Bonus: Maglor forgot what the theme was and showed up dressed as a crab

#silm #silmarillion #celegorm #ambarussa #amrod #amras #aredhel #galadriel #celegorm and his valarcon-award-winning orome cosplay and ambarussas Tall Orome costume were assembled right next to each other #celegorm borrowed the outfit from tilion because Real Orome is like fifteen feet tall and none of his clothes would actually fit #the antlers are a headband he made from hollowed out deer antlers #the arrows are even fletched with the same feathers as orome's #huan just gets a rubber horse mask and fake hooves because finding dog costumes for a dog that big is very hard #ambarussa mostly patched their costume together from stuff they found in various brothers closets #the cape is celegorms #the waistcoat is maglors (obviously) #the skirt is maedhros' because his was the only one tall enough for Tall Orome #the pants were made from maedhros' pants and some extra fabric #and the wig is a bunch of brown and purple yarn glued together #meanwhile aredhel convinced nessa to help her steal some of oromes clothes #fingon helped with the alteration (because aredhel is. not good at sewing anything other than repairing a rough seam) #the rest of it (shirt; pants; boots) was looted from fingolfins wardrobe

[aotearoa20]

Tyelkoromo: (holding a box) So… how would you feel about adopting a wolfhound puppy

Feanor: What’s in the box?

Tyelkormo: What if it was given to m- us by Oromë himself

Fëanor: (sigh) What’s in the box Turko?

Tyelkormo:

Tyelkormo: I think you know…

#was huan a tiny puppy that grew into a big dog #clifford style #Or is Turko standing in front a comically large box #I’ll leave you to decide #celegorm #feanor #huan!!! #incorrect silmarillion quotes #silmarillion

[albuum]

Отдых.

Келегорм, Куруфин, Келебримбор, Хуан.

Rest.

Celegorm, Curufin, Celebrimbor, Нuan.

Тысячастопятисотмульонная картинка в жанре:

Попой в камни, мордой ввысь,

Зашибись у эльфа жизнь.

#tolkien #silmarillion #noldor #feanorians #sons of feanor #celegorm #curufin #celebrimbor #huan the dog #повседневная жизнь эльфа #elfeverydaylife

[theworldsoftolkein]

The Fate of Beren & Lúthien - by Breath-Art

#tolkien legendarium #jrr tolkien #the silmarillion #beren & lúthien #lúthien tinúviel #lúthien #huan the dog #morgoth

[silmarillion-ways-to-die]

#wolf-Sauron #huan the hound of valinor #Huan #good boy #who's a good boy #dogs #good dogs #tolkien #jrr tolkien #lord of the rings #silmarillion #lotr #lotr rop #lotr trop #fantasy #the hobbit #lotr poll #tolkien polls #polls #tumblr polls #this is a great poll

[marysmirages]

Foggy path (2020)

#luthien #tinuviel #luthien tinuviel #huanthehound #huan #marysmirages #ofberenandluthien #the silmarillion #silmarillion #jrr tolkien #tolkien #art #dog #fog #illustration #painting #drawing

[tanoraqui]

All I really want from @thelordofgifs’s Obscure Tolkien Blorbo competition is for Huan to face Tevildo. Goodest Dog vs Evilest Cat FIGHT!

#the silmarillion #huan #tevildo #I wanna meet the good cat who convinced jirt to change the face of evil from a cat to a wolf #(the face of goodness remaining a dog)

[shrikeseams]

Unpopular Huan opinion: I don't think he should look like an identifiable dog breed. He should be massive, vaguely hound-ish, and fundamentally mutty. He should look like Yavanna and Orome took every single breed of hunting and retrieving and livestock guardian and gun dog, broke them down in to fundamental bits like skull shape and leg length and fur texture, shook all those bits up in a paper bag, and played mix-and-match with whichever parts they pulled out of the bag first.

#Tolkien #The only part of Huan that I have a firm visual for #Is his head and snout shape #It is shaped like my brother's German short-hair pointers #Because that's cemented in my brain as Sweet Hunting Dog #But on some level I feel like everyone's Huan should be a unique mix of the best dogs you've ever met #San shoots the breeze