#book of lost tales

[aureentuluva70]

asdfghjk im sorry but i am just dying of laughter at this

Edit: Feanor in the published silmarillion did not die fighting a Balrog, he died fighting MULTIPLE Balrogs.

#i remember there also being mentioned somewhere that feanor took a barge to an island in the center of lake mithrim #because he saw something glittering there and thought it was the silmarils #the power of the shinies was too much and it killed him lmao #silmarillion #book of lost tales #BoLT #tolkien #feanor #forgive me for the crappy picture-taking

[bretwalda-lamnguin]

I love book of lost tales Turgon so much. He literally sees his father have his heart cut out of his chest in front of him, and hacks his way through his enemies to get both it and his father's body back. He then decides to put his father's bloody scarlet heart on his banner. He makes most traumatic thing he has ever seen his personal symbol! Turgon is not and never was the 'sane' Finwëan.

#book of lost tales #turgon #gondolin #silmarillion

[ardafanonarch]

So, do we know who’s really the tallest, Thingol, Turgon or Maedhros? Or someone else?

@aipilosse did a great summary of the evidence on this recently.

tl;dr: It's between Thingol, Turgon, and the pseudo-canonical fourth child of Fingolfin, Argon.

The only other contender, whom some fans include in the running for tallest, comes from the very early Lost Tales: a lord of Gondolin named Penlod is described as "tallest of the Gnomes" (The History of Middle-earth Vol. 2: The Book of Lost Tales II, 'The Fall of Gondolin').

Maedhros is just regular tall.

#turgon #thingol #maedhros #height #book of lost tales #the fall of gondolin #an earlier version of this said fourth son of Fingolfin -- actually fourth child sorry Aredhel!

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Little Prince

Day 1 for @manweweek

Prompts: Family | Breath & Air

Pairing: BoLT version of Manwë/Varda with baby Fionwë Úrion (Eönwë)

Themes: Soft

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 500+ words

Summary: Baby Fionwë is taken outside for the first time so the others could see him.

This is also available on AO3

A deep but welcomed hush settled within the lofty halls and vast chambers of Ilmarin. Heralds went forth to the furthest corners of the Almaren and beyond, carrying with them the words of their lord and lady to all who wished to hear them.

“Perfect in every way. And already strong,” Manwë declared heartily, cradling the still-amorphous spirit of his firstborn in his arms. His eyes filled with awe when his son stirred, alert and curious. “And I wager it would not be long before he could weave an earthly vessel for himself.”

His queen came to him, her star-speckled skin already holding a glow of renewed vitality. Varda found unspeakable joy in light for as long as she could remember, and the orbs that burned bright in the sky were once her greatest creation. Then she and her lord husband came together and created a new life—a little prince that would be their joy. The very notion of it was enough to leave her humbled and overawed.

“Little Fionwë,” she lilted, smiling when their son reached up and caressed her cheek. Warmth radiated from his touch, as did love. Varda believed he was smiling at her. “As brilliant as the stars and destined for great things, I can feel it in the very depths of my spirit. Come, my lord. It is time our child saw something of the world we all fashioned with our song.”

Her king agreed, following her onto a balcony open to the sky. Fionwë took his first breath of cool mountain air and laughed. It echoed sweetly across the still, star-filled night. Vivid, sparkling orbs of golden light—a visible sign of his delight—burst to life all around him when he laughed, floating in the air like great puffy heads of dandelions gone to seed. Then music flowed forth from all over Almaren and the Timeless Halls, all harps and lutes and viols, filling the star-filled night like Fionwë's laughter did before. The others of their kind sang to welcome the little prince, their voices arising as one and joining the music in a sound of interwoven melodies of indescribable beauty and harmony, and glory that filled the heavens and the earth to overflowing, and the echo of that music caused the very stars themselves to burn brighter, their light increasing and increasing until it seemed like a million brilliant lamps flickered against a never-ending field of indigo and violet and lilac. 

“Eru is pleased, my darling. And so are the others," the king remarked while the music of the others went on, filling him with great joy. "Our son has been blessed.”

“Indeed. Now we must go back in,” said Varda, “and prepare ourselves to receive the others.”

They returned to their chambers, and Fionwë began to fuss. He could not understand why they could not tarry a little longer. He wanted to see more of the stars and hear more of the others singing. And since he could not still form proper words, he made his displeasure known in another way, with short, breathy grunts and the tightening of little fists that had already begun to take form. Light burst into life again; this time, it showed itself as orbs of dark red. 

“I think we have a warrior in this one,” his father observed, laughing.

“We do indeed,” the queen replied indulgently. “Be patient, little one, and do not fret. Your father and I will take you out again.”

tags@asianbutnotjapanese @batsyforyou

#manweweek #manwe week #Manwë #Varda #Eönwë #book of lost tales #fanfiction #ficlet #the valar #the ainur #the valarindi #a world of whimsy writes

[rptv-tolkien]

The Doors of Night

by John Howe

(illustration for The Book of Lost Tales)

#tolkien #john howe #book of lost tales #jrr tolkien #middle earth #dragon #dragon art #fantasy art

[cilil]

dark romance prompt request - attention ~ Telimektar X Ingil

AN: Thanks for your message! This pairing gave me a lot to think about and some worldbuilding ideas which I always appreciate ^^

dark romance prompts

♡ prompt: attention | Telimektar x Ingil ♡ synopsis: Ingil wants attention, and Telimektar wants Ingil. A plan is hatched... ♡ warnings: bathing together, innuendo, naked touching ♡ short oneshot (~750 words)

Quick side note: For those who don't know, both Telimektar and Ingil are from Lost Tales and I decided to transplant them into Silmarillion canon. Since the Valarindi no longer exist, Telimektar is now a Maia of Tulkas and Ingil is one of Ingwë's kids (but not the same person as Ingwion because I wasn't entirely sure if it was intended that way and also preferred the idea of having them be brothers).

It was hard to stand out among the children of High King Ingwë, even as a prince. 

Ingil toyed with the ornate golden clasp holding his robes together. For years now he had watched those around him be admired and beloved even by the Ainur – his father being Lord Manwë's favourite, his older brother Ingwion training together with Eönwë and Prince Arafinwë, Lord Tulkas spending time with Prince Maitimo. It had awakened a strange craving for attention within him, and if he was lucky, his wish was finally going to come true. 

Telimektar, a Maia of Tulkas, had been eyeing him every time he came to the mansion of the Vala for his own training, and Ingil had begun to take great pleasure in it. Arriving in deliberately provocative outfits – short and thin robes with barely anything underneath – he had made a show out of wrestling with others in underwear and washing himself afterwards. Each and every covetous glance had excited him, yet none as much as the Maia's. 

He wanted to be seen. He wanted to be admired. He wanted to be wanted. 

And he had soon hatched a plan to tempt Telimektar. 

It was late for the day, and the others had already finished training. Ingil was the only one left in the courtyard, as had been his intention, and sauntered over to the baths Tulkas let his guests use once he was certain that he would be alone inside. 

He left the door open; just a small gap, but still an undeniable invitation. 

The skin of his neck tingled when he walked towards the nearest pool. It was the primal, unmistakable sensation of being watched, and Ingil loved it. His fingers trembled with giddy delight when he unclasped his robes and let them fall to the floor, a pool of white fabric around his feet; his shorts soon met the same fate. 

Ingil didn't have to wait long. Before he could even dip his toes into the water, he felt something large, strong and undeniably solid appear directly behind him and a pair of arms wrapped around his naked waist. He leaned against the welcome intruder and looked up to see none other than Telimektar. His bronze skin was flushed and sweaty, strands of white hair clung to his forehead and his amber eyes were dark with lust. 

"My prince..." 

Emboldened, Ingil pressed his backside against his crotch. 

"You wish to speak to me alone?" he asked with feigned innocence. 

"I... in a way, yes..." 

They were both impatient, Ingil could sense it, yet Telimektar, much like his master, was a being of honour who would not take advantage of a fellow warrior. Deciding to test his resolve, he slipped out of the Maia's embrace after his little stunt, stepped closer to the pool and bent over to pick up a bar of soap. 

"Well met then, my friend. I was just about to bathe after today's training – oh, I must be so filthy – so why don't you join me?" 

Ingil glanced over his shoulder with a playful, impish grin. 

Telimektar had to swallow hard. Maia or not, his form was betraying him. 

"I would love to." 

"Wonderful." Soap in hand, Ingil entered the pool and turned to face him. 

It was all the encouragement Telimektar needed, swiftly freeing himself from his own clothing and following suit. His cock was already hardening, yet his royal companion pretended not to see it. 

Ingil was going to make the most out of this. 

"I feel so sore," he lamented, "Could you help me?" 

"You want me to..." 

In lieu of an answer, he held out the soap for him to take. "Yes, please." 

His smile was radiant, practised over years at his father's court. 

With a drawn out, pleased sigh, Ingil let himself be taken into the Maia's arms once more and enjoyed the sensation of large, strong hands exploring and caressing his entire body while carefully lathering him with soap. He was being handled like a precious gem, a thought that awakened his own arousal, and he felt a blinding sense of triumph and satisfaction. Finally he too received the favour of one of the Ainur and was treated with respect to boot; he was no plaything, no lesser being vying for attention, but a prince receiving the treatment appropriate for his station. 

The prospect of bedding Telimektar was tempting – and he certainly deserved at least a kiss for showering him with the attention he so craved. But that was a matter for a different time. For now, Ingil merely leaned back and enjoyed himself. 

Thanks for reading!

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#ingil #telimektar #telimektar x ingil #silmarillion #book of lost tales #silm fanfic #silmarillion fanfiction #book of lost tales fanfic #cílil writes #my writing #dark romance prompts #request

[zyana-wyvern]

ꕥ⁂⚘ Tarnin Austa ⚘⁂ꕥ

-The Gates Of Summer-

The “Gates of Summer” (Tarnin Austa) is the Elven Midsummer festival which starts the prior night and anticipates the rising of the Anar, the Sun in the East, who is “steered” in the skies by a fiery Maia (meaning “Beautiful One”) named Arien.

“[…] and now at length is that great feast Tarnin Austa or the Gates of Summer near at hand. For know that on a night it was their custom to begin a solemn ceremony at midnight, continuing it even till the dawn of Tarnin Austa broke, and no voice was uttered in the city from midnight till the break of day, but the dawn they hailed with ancient songs. “For years uncounted had the coming of summer thus been greeted with music of choirs, standing upon their gleaming eastern wall; and now comes even the night of vigil and the city is filled with silver lamps, while in the groves upon the new-leaved trees lights of jewelled colours swing, and low musics go along the ways, but no voice sings until the dawn."

Book II of the Lost Tales (aka HoME Vol. II), JRR Tolkien

Merry Midsummer everyone! Enjoy your summer!🍒

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #cyberpunk2077 #female v #cp77 #cyberpunk photomode #fem v #fem!v #cp2077 vp #it was such a joy creating this decor #unfortunately I cannot load it again for some reason so I will have to redo it #regular day on amm decor :)))) #tarnin austa #summer solstice 2023 #summer solstice #midsummer #the most wonderful time of the year #jrrtolkien #sillmarillion #book of lost tales #elven holidays #oc: zia valfrid

[in-the-glow-of-a-silmaril]

Skimming through the book of lost tales and I get hit with this: Eärendilyon is a name meaning son of Eärendel (the original spelling of Eärendil) that is used for any mariner.

It doesn't say, but I imagine this was used primarily in Numenor. I'm all bittersweet thinking about Elros first hearing it become popular.... 🥲

#earendil #earendil's legacy #elros #silm #tolkien #book of lost tales

[urwendii]

Then the harpists, and the lutanists, the flautists and pipers, the organs and the countless choirs of the Ainur began to fashion the theme of Ilúvatar into great music; and a sound arose of mighty melodies changing and interchanging, mingling and dissolving amid the thunder of harmonies greater than the roar of the great seas, till the places of the dwelling of Ilúvatar and the regions of the Ainur were filled to overflowing with music, and the echo of music, and the echo of echoes of Music which flowed even into the dark and empty spaces far off.

The Music of the Ainur — BoLT I (p.53)

This is by far my favourite part of all the Legendarium for many reasons. One is that as a musician myself I can only appreciate the way Tolkien describes this spectacular event. The second has attracted my attention by the fact instruments are named there — which leads to my understanding that not only Ilúvatar and/or the Ainur are the original creators of instruments but also that within the Ainur in particular lies various sub groups: on one side you have the "musicians" and on the other you have the "singers".

And I'd love so much to explore this in more depths at a later stage because I think you can find this in the various nature of different Ainur whether they embody an abstract concept or the one tending to a craft in particular. And if within these two groups, was there already a distinction between what would become the Maiar once some of them entered Eä. 🤔

#im doing a more thorough rereading of BoLT #i love the Silm but nothing would ever compare to Lost Tales for me. its superior #(bc we have Fëanor the gnome) #cassy.tolkien #book of lost tales

[aureentuluva70]

Bro.

The Elves literally gave Manwë and Varda a ship name in the book of lost tales. A SHIP NAME. That's how cute a couple they are.

#WANWAVOISI FOREVER💕💕💕 🌬🌟 #Like cmon how is that not adorable #Manwë #Varda #silmarillion #tolkien #Book of Lost Tales #manwe x varda #manwe sulimo #Varda elentari #manwe week #Wanwavoisi

[bretwalda-lamnguin]

"Turambar indeed had followed Nienóri along the black pathways to the doors of Fui, but Fui would not open them, neither would Vefántur. Yet now the prayers of Úrin and Mavwin came even to Manwë, so that those twain Túrin and Nienóri entered into Fôs'Almir, the bath of flame, even as Urwendi and her maidens had done in ages past before the first rising of the Sun, and so were all their sorrows and stains washed away, and they dwelt as shining Valar among the blessed ones, and now the love of that brother and sister is very fair"

Book of Lost Tales II - Turambar and the Foalókë - J.R.R. Tolkien

#túrin turambar #nienor níniel #coh #book of lost tales #book of lost tales II #no thoughts only túrin and nienor deification scene #also túrin following nienor along the paths of the dead... #<3 #truly inseperable even in death #twice beloved #my posts

[enbeemagical]

So after I played DND for the first time and my character decided to invade my brain and not shut up, @odd-dragon and I started writing a couple stories involving Ceridwyn and Melkor. One of those has gotten pretty darn long and I

well, they were cute, so I drew it

she got beaten up for defending his honor in a tavern. this resulted in a broken leg and he started carrying her everywhere because he is like 7 feet tall and she is 5'1

#melkor #morgoth #silmarillion #book of lost tales #ceri #ceridwyn #dnd character #dnd character art #homebrew character #pencil art #pencil sketch #my art #drake draws #look #LOOK #he is a former dark lord who is trying Very Hard not to get thrown in the void and he... is soft #she is a former bounty hunter who is not sure whether him having been morgoth is scary or really hot (both. it's both) #melkeri #him hair #her eyes #his hair was really so fun to draw #anime girl hair according to indi #ceri's kinda cute with her hair down actually #i should draw her like this again #usually she wears a ponytail to keep it out of the way #(but she likes it long so she can try to hide her eyes behind her bangs) #(spider eyes)

[silmarillionwritersguild]

The work that would eventually be published as The Silmarillion has deep roots, having been first written down in the 1910s when Tolkien was still a young man fighting in World War I and beginning his career as a philologist. The earliest work on the "Silmarillion," published as The Book of Lost Tales, is a collection of characters, events, and ideas that, like mayflies, often survived only briefly beyond their birth before being replaced or stricken altogether. Ómar-Amillo is one such character, appearing only in the Lost Tales before Tolkien took his thoughts in a new direction.

This month's biography discusses the brief appearance of Ómar, who was a music god (along with several others ... part of the reason he possibly didn't stick around for long). As the brother of Salmar, Ómar illustrates the importance of music and the oral tradition in the legendarium, but his character and its eventual disappearance both also show how Tolkien's ideas about Arda aligned (and didn't) with the myths, legends, and histories of the peoples who inspired much of his work.

You can read Ómar's biography here.

#silmarillion #tolkien #omar-amillo #book of lost tales

[windrelyn]

Rumil and Littleheart from Book of Lost Tales

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#rumil #littleheart #book of lost tales #silmarillion #tolkien #elves #middle earth #commission #ko-fi commissions #my art #so little fanart for them #history of middle earth

[cinnamon-roll-whump]

The Book of Lost Tales is absolutely delightful

#favorite scene so far is probably #valar: heya melko so we just dropped by how are you #melkor: hi fam wish i could have y'all over but my place is too small. shame! anyways #also the part where he agrees to go with them to valinor but they all have to kneel before him first #the man is such a bastard and i love him for it #melkor #book of lost tales #silmarillion

[cilil]

i forgot but was arien a maia of varda or?

Arien was a Maia of Varda in an alternate version of the story. As far as Silmarillion-canon and Lost Tales are concerned though, she's a Maia of Vána.

Hope that helps! ^^

#arien #silmarillion #book of lost tales #morgoth's ring #cílil answers