#iluvatar

[braxix]

Manwë: This is weird.

Iluvatar: You want weird? I'll show you weird! *Makes a Platypus*

Manwë: What the fuck is that?!

#lotr #lord of the rings #incorrect lord of the rings quotes #silmarillion #incorrect silmarillion quotes #incorrect quotes #tolkien #j r r tolkien #manwe #manwe sulimo #iluvatar #eru iluvatar

[eldamaranquendi]

Legendarium by  Rene Gross

1. Eru Ilúvatar

2. Creation of Melkor and Manwë

3. Wedding in Valinor

4. Telperion and Laurelin, the Two Trees of Valinor

5. Eärendil Sails to Valinor

6. Wedding in Lothlórien

#tolkien #jrrt #jrrtolkien #jrr tolkien #the silmarillion #silmarillion #middleearth #middle earth #Middle-Earth #eru #iluvatar #eru iluvatar #melkor #morgoth #bauglir #manwe #valar #valinor #elves #Telperion #Laurelin #earendil #The Lord of the Rings #lord of the rings #lotr #lothlorien #lorien #vingelote #arda #endore

[aureentuluva70]

Manwe strikes me as the kind of guy who can look at a person and go "I'm very disappointed in you" and said person can feel Manwe's unhappiness practically boring itself into their very soul. His disappointment is somehow a trillion times more crushing, more crippling, more devastating than his anger, and you would almost prefer it.

On a somewhat lighter note: Manwe absolutely learned and in time mastered this power from witnessing Iluvatar's "I'm very disappointed in you, Melkor" face given to Melkor after the Ainulindale-which was one of the few times that Manwe ever saw his brother so utterly decimated-and later wondered-in Arda when Melkor was causing chaos-if he could somehow pull that off too in order to keep his brother in line.

And it worked. every. single. time.

Melkor cannot stand it.

#manwe #silmarillion #tolkien #melkor #ainur #iluvatar #morgoth

[curiouselleth]

Tell me more about the Raistlin is Eru fic 👀

Hi @echo-bleu!

I did a little rambling here, and I have the whole idea typed up here if you're up for reading a longer much more detailed version. The longer version has some quotes and more in-depth comparisons and such! This is also based off the ending of the Last Trial musical rather than the legends trilogy, I haven't finished it yet lol

Basically, Raistlin gets a second chance after becoming a god and destroying the world to create a new world, and creates the ainur, maiar, and so on the world of Arda is created as in the Silmarillion, but he's Eru. I got this idea when I started to see parallels between Eru's actions and Raistlins.

Raistlin!Eru's refusal to be too involved, or involved really at all in his world after it's created. His lack of action against Melkor after he entered Ea - darkness and light needed balance in his previous world. He didn't want his world to have the hurt that his last world did, but it happened so he did not act so that there could be some semblance of balance.

Then Numenor. He sees men reaching for immortality in Valinor, the land of the gods. How long until they come to want the power that the valar have, and try to become gods themselves? He reacts. He stops them, so that it is certain they can not continue... perhaps how he wished to be stopped before destroying his first world.

The fic would be about before he made the Ainur, about that process of him being there alone in the abyss and coming to accept the second chance, up to the creation of the ainur or Arda - or perhaps a little later after the music. Then some one-shots of him seeing the war in beleriand, the war of wrath, Numenor... it's still very in the concept rotating it fast as a centrifuge phase unfortunately but I will write it at some point lol

Thanks so much for the ask! If you want to find out more or see more of the details and meta the other two asks, especially the longer one, are really detailed and go into it more!

#ask #asks #raistlin is eru #raistlin majere #eru iluvatar #iluvatar #my writing #about my writing #writing meta #writing #silm fic #silmarillion fanfic #silm fanfic #silmarillion fanfiction #silmarillion fic #silmarillion #last trial musical #the last trial musical

[lamemaster]

A Dismembered Memory (Chapter 3)

Paring: Iluvatar x Reader

Summary: Do the Gods love? What is it like to love one? What is it like to be loved by one? Is it a love beyond the shackles of creation and destruction or is it a tragedy bound in the chains of duty and predestination.

Genre: Mystery, romance and mythology

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2| Chapter 3

AN: Why do I love writing this sooooo much. This is pure joy for me. Laughs in manic.

You do not know how you find the strength to carry the man back to your home. Nor do you remember the errand you had left home for that day. It was as if entire world had blended into the man you discovered by the riverside.

You lack the knowledge of healing or the ability to identify precious herbs that your father can spot at a glance. So, as you carefully lay the unknown man on the delicate sheets of your home you can’t help but be clueless about your next steps. For a moment you wonder if it was the man’s misfortune to encounter you instead of someone more equipped to help him.

How could you help? He looks so broken, every inch of his skin speaks of unfathomable torture and pain. Pain, you know nothing of. Hurt you have never experienced. How could you ever help him? What could you give him to make the hurt go away? 

Sure, you could call in the healer or maybe even the assistant physician from the village but you pause. Before scurrying off to call anyone, you find yourself seated next to the man. With a bowl full of water and scavenged rags, you clean his face. You do not know if it is the right thing to do or if it helps the man in any way possible but you could not bring yourself to let anyone see him like this. His pain and grief felt too personal to be left to the prying eyes of any other. You do what your gut allows you to do. Even when the water in your bowl darkens with the grime you do not stop. Instead, with fresh water and softer rags you continued to clean the body littered with scars. 

"What did you do for the world to resent you so much?" you murmur softly to the unconscious man, your voice carrying a mix of curiosity and compassion. With gentle care, you use a cloth to wipe away the blood, soot, and filth that cling to his face, barely revealing the features beneath. “What made you a debtor for this entire world?”

General Cerdic returned home, weary from a day of labor in the fields, with no inkling that his day would take such an unexpected turn. He had chosen this life of toil, far removed from the grandeur and intrigues of the world, for himself and his daughter. It was a life of solitude that he cherished, a life that held no regrets.

But as he entered his home, a sense of unease settled over him. There, in one of the rooms, lay a stranger, fully conscious. The presence of this unknown man sent a shiver down Cerdic's spine, and even the otherwise soothing evening breeze seemed to carry with it a hint of change. Years on the battlefield had honed his instincts, and he could sense that something significant had transpired.

Amidst the sea of blankets surrounding the stranger, his daughter stood by the man's side, a smile gracing her face as she rushed to greet her father. Her arms encircled Cerdic in their customary greeting hug, a tradition from her childhood that reassured him. "Father," she said, her voice filled with warmth and relief, "you are here. You are safe."

Cerdic held onto those words in his heart, trying to dismiss the weariness and the paranoia that had crept into his thoughts, attributing them to the passage of time and his aging senses.

Cerdic, his unease simmering beneath the surface, waited as the servants cleared away the remnants of their meal. Seated beside his daughter at the table, he knew he could not avoid the topic any longer. With a heavy heart, he finally asked, "Who is that man, y/n?"

In his heart, Cerdic held a glimmer of hope that the stranger might be a runaway slave or a homeless wanderer, someone they could offer guidance and assistance to, perhaps even set on a path to a better life. But the look on his daughter's face extinguished that hope, replaced by a sense of foreboding.

Your voice, quiet and uncertain, filled the space between them as you answered your father's question. "I do not know him," you admitted. "I found him by the river… I did not think much; I just got him here. If it displeases you, father, then we can send him elsewhere."

Cerdic remained motionless, his dread mounting as he recognized in you the same unwavering sense of righteousness that had driven him in his youth. He had watched you grow up without a mother, seen the compassion in your eyes as you gazed upon the less fortunate. But this was different, a look of distant recognition, as if you had stumbled upon something or someone significant, like a wanderer spotting an oasis after countless fleeting mirages.

At that moment, Cerdic understood that whatever had brought this stranger into their lives was not a simple twist of fate. It was a mystery that needed unraveling, and he knew that, like him, his daughter would not rest until she had uncovered the truth.

As you sit in the mellow, candle-lit room, your mind is filled with thoughts of the stranger wrapped in bandages. You haven't seen his face since the healer rushed you out of the room and began the delicate work of tending to his injuries. The memory of the noise of broken bones being re-set still haunts you, and you dare not sneak a look to see the extent of his wounds.

You hold a jar of salve in your hand, its cool metal providing a stark contrast to the warmth of the candlelight. The servants could have tended to the stranger's wounds, and you could have accompanied your father on his late-night stroll. But something compelled you to stay and care for this mysterious man.

With a deep breath, you dip your fingers into the salve and gently place the stranger's bandaged arm in your lap. His hand, its fingers bound by splints, rests there as you examine it. The empty cuticles of his fingers capture your attention, a stark reminder of the brutality he has endured. Every single one of his nails has been plucked, leaving behind clotted blood and torn tissue.

Your salve-dipped fingers move with the utmost care as you begin to tend to the man's wounds. With the faintest touches, you smear the salve onto his injured fingers, blowing a soft breath of air onto the irritated skin. You work with the utmost gentleness, hesitant to cause him any further pain or discomfort. The man remains unconscious, not flinching or groaning, but the fear of inadvertently hurting him lingers in your mind.

Ulmo, the Vala of the Waters, usually paid little attention to the affairs of the land (unless absolutely necessary, side-eyeing other Valar). He was content to let the rivers and seas flow according to their own rhythms, without much interference. But one day, something drew his attention to an unremarkable riverbank in a peaceful village that had settled by the riverside.

As Ulmo lingered in the gurgling waters, he heard a faint but distinct rustling sound. It puzzled him, and he couldn't resist investigating the source of this disturbance. A few moments later, pebbles began to settle into the riverbed with soft thuds, causing ripples to spread across the water. It was as if the very riverbed was being disturbed by an unseen force.

Intrigued, Ulmo ventured outside his watery realm to find the origin of this disturbance. There, by the riverside, he discovered a young woman surrounded by a small hill of pebbles. She seemed to be in high spirits, animatedly tossing the pebbles into the river.

What caught Ulmo's attention even more was a limping man who scurried around her, diligently searching for pebbles and placing them in front of the woman. Despite the obvious challenge of his injury, he wore a mellow smile as if every pebble he offered was a sacred tribute to some unseen deity.

The woman's words carried the joy of life, and the man's actions seemed to worship her with every move. It was a scene of simple, heartfelt devotion, and Ulmo found himself inexplicably drawn to it.

Despite his usual disinterest in the affairs of mortals, Ulmo couldn't help but return to the riverside again and again. He came to observe the woman who spoke with such joy and to witness the man who honored her with every pebble he offered.

#the silmarillion #silmarillion x reader #tolkien #iluvatar x reader #ulmo #eru iluvatar #iluvatar #soulmate au

[schleichoftheday]

Today’s Schleich is:

70725 Rainbow Unicorn Stallion [2022 - ]

#schleich #bayala #unicorn #stallion #toycore #Iluvatar

[whats-in-a-sentence]

It is told that in their beginning the Dwarves were made by Aulë in the darkness of Middle-earth; for so greatly did Aulë desire the coming of the Children, to have learners to whom he could teach his lore and his crafts, that he was unwilling to await the fulfilment of the designs of Ilúvatar.

"The Silmarillion" - J.R.R. Tolkien

#book quotes #the silmarillion #jrr tolkien #creation myth #dwarves #middle earth #aule #iluvatar

[eagle-longing-for-siwa]

There was Eru, the One, who in Arda is called Iluvatar; and he made first the Ainur, the Holy Ones, that were the offspring of his thought, and they were with him before aught else was made.

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, ch. 1

#silmarillion #the silmarillion #J.R.R. Tolkien #Eru #Iluvatar #jrr tolkien #tolkien #lotr #lord of the rings

[tenth-sentence]

Yet some things there are that they cannot see, neither alone nor taking counsel together; for to none but himself has Ilúvatar revealed all that he has in store, and in every age there come forth things that are new and have no foretelling, for they do not proceed from the past.

"The Silmarillion" - J.R.R. Tolkien

#book quote #the silmarillion #jrr tolkien #creation myth #foresight #counsel #eru iluvatar #iluvatar #precognition

[lowcountry-gothic]

Ilúvatar and Ainulindalë

Valar

The Two Trees of Valinor

Thingol and Melian

Ulmo, Ossë and Tol Eressëa

Fëanor and The Silmarils

The Flight of the Noldor

Maedhros and Fingon

The Fall of Fingolfin

Beren and Lúthien

Art by Wavesheep. Part I | Part II | Part III.

#art #wavesheep #tolkien #the silmarillion #eru iluvatar #valar #laurelin #telperion #ulmo #nienna #varda #manwe #yavanna #aule #thingol #melian #osse #feanor #elves #maedhros #fingon #fingolfin #morgoth #beren #luthien #ainur

[velvet4510]

#lotr #jrr tolkien #lotr books #the silmarillion #tolkien legendarium #eru iluvatar #idril celebrindal #tuor #beren erchamion #luthien tinuviel #half elves #valinor #lotr poll #first age

[aureentuluva70]

Ok guys so apparently there's a redwood tree in Prairie Creek Redwoods state park that's literally named Iluvatar. I'm not even kidding this is a real tree and they decided to name it Iluvatar of all things.

It's so incredibly random, and I have no idea why they decided to name it that. I love it.

#Iluvatar #Silmarillion #Silm #Tolkien

[overlord-of-fantasy]

Melkor strikes again

Mairon: Watcha doin? Melkor: Stealing Erus elves for science. Mairon: Scandalous. Mairon: Can I help?

#lotr #silmarillion #silmarillion memes #incorrect silmarillion quotes #melkor #morgoth #sauron #mairon #angbang #elves #tolkien elves #eru iluvatar #making of the orcs

[just-another-linguist]

Silm fans decide: Who is the shittiest dad?

I wanted to include Earendil and Aule and then I thought "naaah, these two aren't that bad compared to the other ones" so I didn't include them.

#silmarillion #tolkien #the silmarillion #silm #thingol #feanor #eol #eru iluvatar #finwe #the silm

[silmarillion-ways-to-die]

I love this painting, the way Eru Ilúvatar is staring down at Melkor like DUDE WHAT THE FUCK.

#eru is the real villain #eru iluvatar #bad guy eru #beleriand #numenor #genocide #silmarillion #the silmarillion #the silm #lord of the rings #the hobbit #jrr tolkien #tolkien #lotr #fantasy #lotr memes #tolkien memes #lord of the rings meme

[lesbiansforboromir]

The existence of 'Iluvatar' (father of all) implies the existence of 'Iluvamil' (mother of all) but the full name is 'Eru Iluvatar' (Eru meaning 'the one' or 'alone') how can one be a 'father' with an implied partner 'mother' and yet also alone? If the VOID is your partner!!! The devouring emptiness as mother of all!! Alu Iluvamil!! Who does that remind you of?? Ungoliant of course!! Eru and Ungoliant are the father and mother of Arda and they got a divorce after he spurned and discarded her WHERE is the scholarship!!!!!

#text post #eru iluvatar #alu iluvamil #tolkien #erran vs tolkien #the silmarillion #now that's what I call putting women back in tolkien lmao