#ered mithrin

[mrkida-art]

Just a little guy from Ravenhill

#BIRD CULTURE #this is part of a character design I'm working on so this is a raven from the (later) ered mithrin times #he was born in ravenhill but he migrated to ered mithrin in order to work #bird migration for employment? yes #their salary is shiny stuff food n cool outfits #my art #the hobbit #tolkien #lotr #dwarves #the lord of the rings #durin's folk #lord of the rings #ered mithrin #the dwarves of ered mithrin #ravenhill #ravens of ravenhill #erebor #this one is also not anatomically correct and has hawk feet and stuff but I feel like middle earth ravens would look different from modern #middle earth #TOLKIEN BIRDS #new tag #tolkien fandom

[g-m-kaye]

Solo post from my recent sketch dump - this is supposed to be a rough sketch of a different view of the Great River Anduin: where the Greylin and the Longwell meet & become the Anduin in the Northern reaches of Mirkwood, close to the Ered Mithrin.

#anduin #river anduin #ered mithrin #art #illustration #sketchbook #concept art #the silmarillion #painting #tolkien #jrr tolkien #silmarillion #middle earth #lotrart #lotr #the lord of the rings #lord of the rings #the hobbit #fantasy sketch

[bilbo-babe]

`Vinya coivië... na vírië...` (New awakening... To life...)

#Adar #Alfirin seeds #Before the battle begins plant one #A new life in defiance of death #Ered Mithrin #Ephel Arnen #Orcs are brothers & sisters #I love that he buried seeds for his children #Vinya coivië... na vírië (Quenya)

[lotro-tooltips-daily]

#lotro #gear #jewelry #bracelets #quest rewards #ered mithrin #item rarity: rare #pre-stat squish screenshots #vútros bracer #'this belonged to my brother. he was also named vútro.' - vútro the west-wind #note: quest reward for the black book of mordor chapter 9.7: the wind and the warrior #note: this screenshot was taken pre-stat squish #will replace it if and when i have a chance but in the meantime. these values are not accurate

[loremastering]

the master mangler is once again the victor!

#lotro #the black book of mordor #< blacklist for spoilers if you havent done mordor - dale lands - ered mithrin - minas morgul #rhovador

[lothrandir]

iron hills!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh this area was over way too fast. and ered mithrin took far too long lmao #lotro #mp

[milesasinmorales]

Me when I think about how Thorin was the eldest of three siblings (Dís and Frerin) one of which died horrifically at a young age (Frerin, age 42). About how Thror was also the eldest of three siblings (Frór and Grór) one of which who also died horrifically at a young (Frór, age 37). About how they both had to step up to be king when they were still so young because their fathers died in battle. About how both of them lost their homes to dragons. About how the ransacking of Ered Mithrin was probably just so much worse than the ransacking of Erebor because it lasted for 20 years. Thinking about how Ered Mithrin was attacked by the cold drakes so instead of dying by dragonfire all those dwarves died by tooth and claw. About how Thrór (and Grór) both had to watch their brother and father be barbarically torn apart. About how Thrór then had to see his greatest accomplishment, Erebor, fall to dragonfire. About how Thrór and Thorin were both SO MUCH MORE than the gold sickness…

#I may not have worded this as well as I wanted too #can you tell im in a mood today? #thrór #thrór king under the mountain #grór #grór lord of the iron hills #frór #thorin oakenshield #lady dís #frerin #line of durin #sons of durin #dwarves #Tolkien dwarves

[joemawle]

My children, we have endured much. We cast off our shackles. Crossed mountain, field, frost, and fallow till our feet bloodied the dirt. From Ered Mithrin to the Ephel Arnen, we have endured. Yet tonight, one more trial awaits us. Our enemy may be weak, their numbers meager. Yet before this night is through, some of us will fall. But for the first time, you do so not as unnamed slaves in far-away lands, but as brothers. As brothers and sisters in our home! This is the night we reach out the iron hand of the Uruk and close our fist around these lands.

Requested by the lovely @kypsdozen ♥ Thank you very much dear.

#adar #lord adar #the rings of power #trop #1x6 #joseph mawle #gif #kypsdozen

[shierak-inavva]

the feet of the ered mithrin were dark, and cold, abandoned now by summer and sunlight. she did not belong there.

some stuff from the upcoming chapter of the rembanostar (yes i’m still working on it i swear!!)

#my ocs #elowen anairiel #adar #rings of power #adar x oc #elowen x adar #rings of power fanart #lotr fanart #lotr oc #rings of power oc #once again phoning it in with backgrounds this was more of a shading exercise #adar looks…..not how i was fully intending but i haven’t drawn him in a bit oof #his armor is less messy rn though since this takes place a few centuries before the WOW #the rembanostar #adar x emel

[theamethystvampiress]

"My children, we have endured much. We cast off our shackles. Crossed mountain, field, frost, and fallow till our feet bloodied the dirt. From Ered Mithrin to the Ephel Arnen, we have endured. Yet tonight, one more trial awaits us. Our enemy may be weak, their numbers meager, yet before this night is through, some of us will fall. But for the first time, you do so not as unnamed slaves in far-away lands, but as brothers. As brothers and sisters in our home! Nampat!" -- Adar

#rings of power #joseph mawle #adar #i'm in love

[baddybaddyadardaddy]

“My children, we have endured much. We cast off our shackles. Crossed mountain, field, frost, and fallow till our feet bloodied the dirt. From Ered Mithrin to the Ephel Arnen, we have endured. Yet tonight, one more trial awaits us. Our enemy may be weak, their numbers meager... yet before this night is through, some of us will fall. But for the first time, you do so not as unnamed slaves in far-away lands, but as brothers. As brothers and sisters in our home!” 

#NAMPAT #adar #rings of power #uruks #baddydaddy #everything is adar and eveything hurts so here have a shitty photoset #orc rights

[mrkida-art]

Memories of blood and bone

I wanted to make a more symbolic piece focusing on a young King Thrór. He lived through the war of dwarves and dragons and also likely saw his little brother and father be slain by cold drakes. He became one of the youngest known Kings of the dwarves, and he led his people away from this carnage to resettle elsewhere. His new settlement? Erebor. His story is one of the saddest of all dwarves in the legendarium, because ultimately he would lose everything to dragons once again.

#my art #thrór #the hobbit #tolkien #lotr #dwarves #the lord of the rings #durin's folk #lord of the rings #cw: blood #THIS DWARF CAN'T CATCH A BREAK #tolkien dwarves #the royal line of durin #the line of durin #durins #ered mithrin #erebor #dwarves of erebor #dwarves of ered mithrin #the war of dwarves and dragons #Thrór son of Dáin #remember guys unlike Smaug the dragons that took Ered Mithrin could not breathe fire #meaning they used claws #and teeth #that implies a terrible scene #mr.kida art

[ironfoot-mothafocka]

Blood-bond For @mrkida-art, and their inspired love of the Grey Mountains Crew.

Young Grór considers what it is to have a friend. Prince used as a gender-neutral term for dwarven royalty.

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“There! Over there!” Grór, whose eyes had been slowly drifting shut, staggered to her feet and loped over to Ixil. The Stiffbeard had piss-poor eyesight; though a swing from their hammer could crush an auroch in twain, Grór still didn’t understand the point of putting him on watch duty. “No,” the dwarf prince intoned slowly, “that looks to be some kind of avalanche on a distant peak.” Ixil puffed out his chest and arched his eyebrow at the dwarrowdam. “Well — looked like it could have been a drake!” Grór shot him a withering stare. “Everything looks like a drake to you. Like that time you called out the guards from their dinner time because you spotted a very large eagle?” Ixil bumped Grór with his hip and the prince crashed into the side of the guard-tower wall. She gave as good as she got, though, and kneed her companion in the shin with the steel toe of her boot. “It was a very large eagle,” Ixil grumbled, wiping mud from his leg and staring at the ground.

At least Grór was awake now. The chill wind blew down her collar and tousled her long, auburn hair, tossing the thick waves beyond her shoulders. She picked up her axe and leaned heavily against it, eyes streaming with the cold as she stared outwards. Nothing ever happened here. Character building, King Dáin said it was. There was no nobler cause than to watch the endless stretch of grey, snow-capped mountains. Remember Scatha, the worm? Remember how the foul beast almost took the dwarves unawares? They’re breeding like rabbits, faster than our worm-hunters can flush them out. Two of them sacked Ugzarak less than a year afore now, and the rest and coming for us. Are you marking my words, Grór? She could hear her father’s words to her now, rattling around inside her head. They had all been on high alert since one of the Stiffbeard’s holds, the northernmost hall in the lonely outcrop of Ugzarak, on the edge of the Red Mountains, had been waylaid by two particularly nasty worms. More than a thousand had managed to flee, some of them picked off by cold and hunger, but a good many refugees came to settle in Ered Mithrin.

She remembered it as though it had only happened a month ago. Battered and weary dwarves, huddling around large fires which had been constructed deep in the mustering halls of the Grey Mountains, tended to their sick and vulnerable. It was the only respite they’d had for weeks, and the king had gone to each family in turn to ask of their welfare. Grór had hung back in the shadows, watching him silently. Prince Head-in-the-clouds Frór and Thrór called her. Bundushathûr, but less majestic and more scatterbrained than the lofty sacred peak. But Grór was one to watch, and study, and notice the subtleties of a dwarf’s interaction. It wasn’t that her head was in the clouds, but it was often elsewhere. She had noticed as her father lay a caring hand on a stranger’s yak-pelt covered back, to comfort shaking shoulders as they wept for their destroyed homeland. How he lifted an elderly dwarf, who was covered in blackened frostbite, from a makeshift bier and carried them to a soft bed. He had spent a long time tending to the dwarf, whose family had died along the way. Tender, calloused hands bandaged wounds, and the king shook his head when his aides called for him to leave. No — the doors of Thikil-gundu are always open for those in need. What am I, if not the host of this great house? Grór had watched her father until uncle Borin had scolded her for slacking. “Prince Head-in-the-clouds, at least be of use and fetch more bandages!”

Grór studied Ixil. He was squinting into the sunlight again, his raven-dark heavily braided hair wrapped around his head into elaborate patterns, decorated with an assortment of multi-coloured sparkling beads. His face was proud and calm, and he seemed to not have a care in the world, a strange tune rumbling from between his lips as he hummed in vague, broken notes. He had been one of those bruised, cold, tired dwarves who had fled on the back of sledges into the bitter winter. He’d lost family, watched friends die. And how had she helped? Mocked his eyesight and kicked him in the leg? Is that what her father would have done? Suddenly, she felt guilty.

“Hey — you,” she said awkwardly, sidling up next to him. Ixil smiled and covered his forehead with a hand almost as broad as hers, peering over against the sharp sunlight. “What?” What did she want to say? What could she possibly say? Anything that came into her head sounded too contrite. Too insincere. “I like you. I mean I… I’ve never really… except my brothers. But they’re not like you. It’s good to have a friend to talk to. Being on watch can get boring, I mean—” That definitely wasn’t what she’d wanted to say. Horrifically, she felt blood creeping into her cheeks and her eyes widen in embarrassment. She’d meant to tell Ixil that it was good to have him here, as a friend, and that she was pleased he made it to the stronghold after such a disaster. That she would be there for him and his people when he needed her. That she was a proud daughter of Durin’s Folk, and that she kept her oaths. Ixil smiled widely and shuffled a little closer. The wind was screaming at both of them, forcing them to take a step back under the tower roof and press in tighter. He laid his hand against her shoulder and squeezed it. “It is good to have you to watch with, as well. I may mistake everything I see for a dragon, but know that I’ll be ready to fight one, if one comes. You Longbeards took me in. I vow to defend your home until I lose my legs or my breath doing so.”

It took Grór a while to find her tongue after that. In the short time they had known one another, she’d discovered that Ixil was an uncompromising sparring partner and appreciated rude jokes at the mess-table as much as she did. But she was taken aback by the gravity of his words, as though her friend had suddenly grown a new face that she was noticing for the first time. She thrust her arm forwards and found his hand with hers. Their fingers were numb, but they interlocked them clumsily. “Grór, daughter of King Dáin, first of his Name, at your service.” “Ixil, son of Izbar, at yours and your family’s.” He didn’t look away. A fiery intensity, a resoluteness, smoldered deep in his eyes as Grór held his fingers so tightly she thought his hand would snap. Then they parted. Something between them had changed, or maybe something inside her had shifted forever. “I will still turn you into mulch when we next wrestle,” Ixil said lightly. Grór’s eyes narrowed at the wicked grin spreading across his face. “How much do you want to bet on that, Skinny-Arm of the Stiffbeard Clan?”

Perhaps some things would stay the same between them, after all.

#dwarves #dwecember #dwarf #lotr #tolkien #lotr fanfic #gror #the hobbit

[bilbo-babe]

Adar: `From Ered Mithrin to the Ephel Arnen`

Ered Mithrin = GREY MOUNTAINS

Ephel Arnen = South of Ithilien across the Anduin (South Gondor)

#Adar #Adar's Kids #The Rings of Power #Udun #Orcs #Ered Mithrin / Grey Mountains #Ephel Arnen / South of Itilien

[lotro-tooltips-daily]

#lotro #status effects #ered mithrin #flight #your instincts are responding to the threat of a large predator!

[loremastering]

Nimardril spies two figures approaching, and they are not dwarves as most of the travelers she has seen this day are. She feels an elation in her chest as Daerhovan comes into view, but even as nice as Fjalar is, she wonders why he has chosen to join them, leaving his apparently good life in the city behind. Moreso, she worries of her friend’s mental state after his breakup.

Ilost walks up Raven-Hill, toting a not so sober Daerhovan on his back. He doesn’t mind it though, having carried heavier things before despite his lean frame. His hands grip the ellon’s thighs wrapped snugly around his middle.Ilost breathes a little heavily as he finally ascends the slope, Nimardril in sight. He flashes her a grin, and his fingers instinctively tighten around Daerhovan as if keeping back something that belonged to him.

Daerhovan lets himself be carried on Ilost's back as they make their way towards the meeting place, giggling into his old friend's neck as an occasional jostle is felt.

#lotro #rp nights #time for the trifecta to head into the ered mithrin weeee #one of my fav regions and by extension daer's