#rómestámo

[silmarillion-ways-to-die]

#tolkien #silmarillion #lord of the rings #lotr #lotr rop #lotr trop #fantasy #jrr tolkien #the hobbit #tolkien polls

[mirra-kan]

«I think that they went as emissaries to distant regions, east and south... Missionaries to enemy occupied lands as it were.»  «Their task was to circumvent Sauron: to bring help to the few tribes of Men that had rebelled from Melkor-worship, to stir up rebellion... and after his first fall to search out his hiding and to cause dissension and disarray among the dark East... They must have had very great influence on the history of the Second Age and Third Age in weakening and disarraying the forces of the East... who both in the Second Age and Third Age otherwise have... outnumbered the West.»

—J.R.R. Tolkien In c. S.A. 1600, Manwë sent two Wizards to the southern and eastern lands of Middle-earth. The Valar suspected there was a rebellion of good Haradrim but no leadership — ultimately they were very successful there in Harad. They arrived before Sauron's first war against the Elves and even on this war the Wizards had some influence. They became known as Morinehtar and Rómestámo. Because of their influence among the Haradrim, Sauron took a long time to attack Eregion, for his dominance and recruiting of forces was not entirely successful. —Tolkien Gateway ___________________ I’m truly grateful to the Tumblr community for all the support and kind words towards my previous art “A noble young man of Harad”. You inspired me to go further in my creativity and try to portray the most (imho) underappreciated characters of the Middle Earth. 👁⃤ I suppose him to be Alatar | Morinehtar . ⴵ I also tried to design a possible symbolics Eru worshippers among Haradwaith people might’ve used to encourage themselves and to distinguish an ally from a foe:

⩠ Manwë : symbolic Eagle with Eru's name written above. ⩠ Triangles as symbols of the world hierarchy, equilibrium and the “source of all that is”. ⩠ Sand clocks as a symbol of eternity and transience of time combined. ⪧ A friendly reminder: it’s just my own perception and fantasy based on the things I discovered in various reliable sources. Hope you'll like it 💘 hugs, MIRRA.

#silmarillion #artmirka #the silmarillion #tolkien #tolkien art #tolkien fanart #haradrim #blue wizards #alatar #pallando #fantasy art #oriental fantasy #mirrakan_art #manwe #lord of the rings #lotr #the lord of the rings #lotr fanart #tolkienocweek

[anerea-lantiria]

Istarlindalë: Fic by @lferion; Art by @anerea-lantiria For @tolkienrsb 2023

Fic Rating: G; Art Rating: G Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Silmarillion & other histories | Lord of the Rings Characters: Gandalf | Mithrandir, Saruman | Curunír, Radagast | Aiwendil, Alatar | Rómestámo, Pallando | Morinehtar, (Blue Wizards | Ithryn Luin, Ainur, Maia | Maiar) Additional Tags: Wizards, Written in the style of the Ainulindalë and the Silmarillion, Valinor, Middle Earth, Worldbuilding, Canon-Typical Violence, Music, Inspired by Music, Inspired by Art Word Count: 12,000

Summary: The song of the wise, the knowing ones, from the First Music to the Fourth Age. A poetic exploration of the five Maiar who became the Wizards of Middle-earth, their deeds known and unknown, roles sung and unsung in events through the Ages.

#gandalf #saruman #radagast #alatar #pallando #blue wizards #maiar #ainur #trsb2023 #trsb23 #tolkien fanfiction #silm fic #silm art #tolkien art #lferion #anerea

[quetnyare]

Chapter IX: The Mines of the Orocarni

Good morning everyone! Sorry I forgot to post on Friday but the next chapter is up, so feel free to check it out at the links below!

Summary:

Rómestámo, Elduin, and Khamûl begin their venture southwards.  Brothers Gidum and Lidum take the three south along their shared road under the mountains.  While the two clans do not usually converse with the other two, they did at one point agree to maintain a highway between them.  It takes many days and nights to make the journey, but is hastened by railways that had been built rather recently.  Along the way, the brothers give the three some tales and histories of the dwarves under these mountains.

AO3 FFN Wattpad

#fanfic #fanfiction #lord of the rings #the hobbit #tolkien #blue wizards #the silmarillion #unfinished tales #lotr #books

[thesilmarilchick]

The War of the Dead, Chapter 4: The Light Remade

Middle Earth, Western Rhûn; August, 2979th year of the third age

For many days and nights now Pallando had ridden with no end in sight. He couldn’t afford to stop at any of the inns he passed on his way, there was too much of a chance he might be recognized by one of the patrons. He’d made a big enough name for himself around these parts, that any man worth his money could tell him from the brim of his wide hat. One of the many reasons the earth bound Maiar had chosen to ride without it, a loss perhaps, but a hood would hide him better.

There had been much loss as of late, he wished he would not dwell on it so, but on the long and dusty roads of this land, with no company save the horse that carried him – it was hard not to seek inwards for distraction. Harder still that the last conversation with Alatar refused to fade into the comforting darkness of a forgetful mind.

‘You’ve become quite mad after all this time, haven’t you my dear Pallando?’  His fellow wizard seemed to hiss into his ear, no…that was madness, twas naught but the wind. It had started to pick up and had a biting chill to it, by rights he should probably look for shelter soon. Perhaps there was some sort of cave nearby. 

‘Hiding in a cave, like the sneak and liar you are, how fitting.’ Alatar’s voice was not floating on the wind’s current, no it was…it was just his paranoia playing tricks with his senses. Yes, that must be it, well nice try but Pallando the Blue was much too wise to fall victim to that prank, at least at this stage of his journey. Cradling his precious cargo against his chest, Pallando urged his steed forward, squinting through the rain that had begun to fall heavily around him. If that wasn’t proof of Alatar’s corrupting influence on this poor land, then Pallando didn’t know what was. He jerked his horse’s rains sharply, a little too sharply it would seem; for when his beast shuddered to a stop the old wizard went hurtling over its head, landing face down in the mud beside the animal’s feet. From beneath his cloak his prize tumbled forth and away from him, it’s light creating a beacon in the storm for all those who might have lost their way, or alternatively, all those who might have long lost his trail.

Pallando scrabbled for the Silmaril, only serving to push it further into the mouth of the cave. The mud beneath him squelched between his fingers, propelling his hands forward.  His face hit something sharp and he could feel the blood begin to well from his nose. Judging by that hard-cracking sound, he had well and truly broken the dratted thing this time. Oh, to think how the other Maiar would laugh so to see mighty Pallando the Blue now, drenched and broken over a blood-stained beard. Alatar would certainly have a good old chuckle, well maybe not now, but the true Alatar, the boy he had been when they left Valinor – would have a had a right old giggle.  If time were not so dear for his task, Pallando would weep at what had become of that boy, but now was not the time for such lamentations of grief and woe.

The wizard’s heart rate grew as he crept into the dark of the cave before him, he’d lost sight of the Silmaril and behind him he could hear the distant sound of a horse’s gallop. However, whether that was his own steed making its escape or one of his hunters finally catching on to his trail, was uncertain. Pressing himself flat against the wall, the wizard felt his way along it; there was no need to continue to scrabble around blindly in the dirt, when he found the mighty gem again, he would not need his hands to see it.  The sound of galloping grew closer and Pallando felt his chest constrict, no they can’t have it… it was his…no, no, what was he saying? It wasn’t his, it was the Valar’s and he was going to return it to them no matter what the cost. A shadow appeared over the mouth of the cave and a loud, shaky voice cried out.

‘Rómestámo! Rómestámo the blue!’ Pallando remained still, not sure whether this person was friend or foe. 

‘I bring tidings from your brother wizard!’  The fool didn’t even have to finish before Pallando was off and down the tunnel, faster than any mortal could have seen; but he didn’t have long before this mortal’s shock wore off, and he’d be after him again. Skirting round what he had hoped was a corner, Pallando found that the very ground beneath his feet had vanished. He didn’t have time to scream before he was falling deeper and deeper into the earth. He couldn’t scream while he was falling because the wind stole the air from his throat; so, it wasn’t until his knees hit the ground below, that Pallando’s scream at last left his lips. 

The ear-splitting noise bounced off the surrounding rock and vibrated back into his skull, until the old wizard was sure that he’d gone mad from the sound, if he hadn't been mad already. He jammed his gnarled fingers into his ears, and curled in on himself, chanting in rhythmic fashion to ‘make it stop, make it stop, oh Valar make it stop’. It would seem they heeded him, for the noise soon dimmed to an echoing murmur and Pallando was once again able to raise his head without complete agony. Stiffly he raised himself up, gripping the wall when he swayed dangerously to the left – he felt quite light headed.  Pushing himself away from the rocks, he stumbled forward and collapsed to the ground, retching. 

The soft humming at the back of his mind had begun to grow in pitch and volume, until he couldn’t even hear his own breathing over it. The noise beckoned him, pressuring him to come hither, and he obeyed as much as he could. Not trusting his stomach’s strength on standing straight, Pallando crawled towards what he was almost certain was the source of the beautiful sound. Further, further on Maiar, it seemed to say to him, and further he went; further down the tunnel, further than his aching body could cope with and further than even his mind could comprehend, at least in its current state.

He pulled himself over jagged rocks and his hands began to bleed until they were little more than ragged flesh over bone. That didn’t stop him though, in fact it hardly slowed him down at all. What truly could, now that he could see it, see the brilliant light that had called to him? It had been said that the light of the Silmarils was unlike any light on this earth or beyond, truly such a description paled in the presence of the living thing. For it was a living thing, how could it not be? A living, thriving life force of pure love and power, that reached out to him even now to grasp it and hide it where no Man, Elf or Valar could discover it. He reached his ravaged hands towards the light and grasped it tightly in their bloody palms. Even as he held it, his flesh began to sizzle under the Silmaril’s light, but the gem’s voice was too mighty in his mind for him to take much heed of pain in the physical world. 

‘Give me breath,’ it seemed to say. ‘Give me being, give my light a form.’ Heeding its words Rómestámo opened his mouth and cried. At first it was little more than a wordless wail, but slowly words began to emerge from within its terrible depths.

Flesh of the gentle Heart of the strong Give thy form for Bread and Bone And Lay thy Head In Mother’s Womb Seek thee now where Bond is strong I give thee now  Thy Mortal Form

Suddenly his body was ablaze, and he screamed now not in abundant joy but terror; he could not feel, he could not see, and he could not hear anything, but the Silmaril as its Elf-made shell cracked and shattered all around him. Centuries old glass splintered into the soft flesh of his up raised face, sinking into the underside of his eyelids, and blinding him. The Silmaril too seemed to scream, although it lacked the voice to truly express its pain as he did. Yet the way its core twisted and shuddered around the wizard’s grasp, seemed to cry out no less strongly than Pallando.

Another voice joined in their harmony of pain, deeper and huskier, the voice that had propelled Rómestámo down the dark winding tunnel to what would appear to be his doom.

‘Rómestámo of the East! I bring word from your comrade and fellow wizard...’  The comrade’s name was drowned out by the Silmaril. It had found its voice at last, and it was a terrible thing to behold; it cried so loud and so harshly the rock around them began to crumble, large chunks of stone fell in on themselves and Rómestámo soon found himself caged and unable to move. The ceiling too was no match for the sound of the Silmaril in his hands. Inwardly Rómestámo marvelled that he had somehow eluded death, with so much destruction mere steps from where he sat. Finally, the light of the Silmaril began to rise; slowly at first and then as if called by some force unknown, it shot from his sight and up into the darkness of the night sky above.  

The wizard fell back, too exhausted to care whose heavy footstep now echoed down the tunnel, as he let a darkness of his own claim him at last.

#fanfiction #lord of the rings #the hobbit #the silmarillion

[johnsadair]

Istari Entertainment Technologies: indistinguishable from magic.

#istari #atari #mashup #gandalf #lotr #lord of the rings #tolkien #jrr tolkien #silmarillion #curumo #olorin #olórin #aewendil #morinehtar #romestamo #rómestámo #curunir #mithrandir #saruman #radagast #alatar #pallando #unfinished tales #arthur c clarke #clarke's third law

[galadhremmin]

Also posted this in the swg discord, but in case someone here feels compelled...   I have an idea I don't think I would be good at writing but would enjoy reading, so have a prompt;

So the wizards are sent to Middle Earth in the forms of old men, yes? I like the idea that they did not just take on the fana of an old man, but actually experience the aging process in Valinor to teach them a very specific, embodied type of empathy for the frailty of the creatures they were sent to help. I think it would be difficult but interesting to write; aging and weakening for beings to whom even having a healthy young body is essentially an alien experience, the claustrophobia of feeling truly caught in matter-- and the cultural inability to really understand what aging means.

Elves seem so attached to physical beauty (see Gwindor’s treatment after his changed appearance, among other things); the Valar seem rather prone to over-attachment to the beautiful as well. It would be a wholly alien process not just to them but in Valinor entirely, a process happening in a place not built for the creatures that experience it. 

There is also this quote from letter Letter 156 that does, I think, support the idea that their fana were not quite like the usual taking on a shape for a maia: 

By 'incarnate' I mean they were embodied in physical bodies capable of pain, and weariness, and of afflicting the spirit with physical fear, and of being 'killed', though supported by the angelic spirit they might endure long, and only show slowly the wearing of care and labour.

#the silmarillion #the blue wizards #gandalf #saruman #just tagging wildly in the hopes someone will write the thoughtful emotional exploration of ageing and the claustrophobia of embodiment #alatar #pallando #Morinehtar #Rómestámo #Ithryn Luin

[silmaspens]

Tolkien OC Week- Day Six, Forgotten Characters

The Blue Wizards

When Sauron’s presence in the eastern lands of Middle Earth grew too dangerous to ignore, Oromë placed his finest hunter, Alatar, to the task of silencing the Enemy. Alatar agreed to foil Sauron’s influence in Arda, on the condition that Pallando, a great tracker and beloved friend, come with. The Vala agreed and the two Maia were sent to Middle Earth. Alatar was then called Morinehtar, the Darkness- Slayer and Pallando became known as Rómestámo, the East-Helper.

They went on many adventures together and tirelessly campaigned against Sauron and his many infectious lies. The Blue Wizards, as they came to be called, were beloved by all they met, and were embraced as great philosophers and teachers. Many came from great distances to ask for their wisdom and advice in all matters.

Despite their warm reception in the numerous kingdoms of men, they continued to work tirelessly in order to snuff out the insidious philosophies and ideas that Sauron had inflicted through his cunning tongue.

The Blue Wizards never rested and constantly campaigned against the Enemy. If not for their great labor, the east would have fallen to the Enemy, and the rest of middle earth would have soon followed.

#they’ve been best buddies since they came into existence #they’re platonic soulmates :) #I was totally thinking- with the new show coming out- these two are probably gonna fill the role of Gandalf- since they were in the 2nd age #I wonder what their characterization will be like .-. #ugh #I’m at just one more day left! #I haven’t participated in one of these fandom events in forever #the blue Wizards #alatar and pallando #morinehtar and Rómestámo #I lifted @maedictus’ idea for making one of them a woman 👀 #thank you #silmart #my art #tolkien oc week

[admiral-floof]

“There are five of us. The greatest of our order is Saruman, the White. Then there are the two Blue Wizards... you know, I’ve quite forgotten their names.” 

#I love me some Istari #And I will always be thankful that Christopher Lee got to play Saruman when he was a decent and GOOD person. #// #Istari #Five Wizards #Lord of the Rings #Saruman #Gandalf #Radagast #Alatar #Pallando #Morinehtar #Rómestámo #Middle Earth #The Hobbit #Shadow of Mordor #Christopher Lee #Ian McKellen #Sylvester McCoy #blue wizards #lotr #Maia #Maiar

[arofili]

@secondageweek day seven | freeform | emissaries of the valar

The Blue Wizards came much earlier than the others of their order, when matters became very dangerous in the Second Age. They were Alatar and Pallando, followers of Oromë, and in later years they were known also as Rómestámo and Morinehtar: East-helper and Darkness-slayer. Their task was to circumvent Sauron: to bring help to the few tribes of Men that had rebelled from Melkor-worship, to stir up rebellion against his Lieutenant; to search out the hiding place of the Enemy and to cause dissension and disarray among his servants in the East.

With them were sent two elven emissaries: Glorfindel of the Golden Flower of Gondolin and Elen-kesta of the Kinn-lai of the Utter South, both mighty heroes among their people who were slain in battles against the Enemy. They were returned to life by Mandos at the command of Manwë and Varda and sailed to Middle-earth with the Blue Wizards. Glorfindel rejoined his kin and swore fealty to Elrond of Imladris, while Elen-kesta accompanied Alatar and Pallando to the east before she turned south to the jungles of her Avarin kin.

#secondageweek #tolkienedit #oneringnet #silm #silmarillion #blue wizards #ithryn luin #istari #alatar #pallando #glorfindel #oc elen kesta #kinn lai #avari #my edit #my writing #edit writing #headcanons #tefain nin #events #quote adapted from PoMe #i added in elen-kesta to round things out :) 2 elves 2 maiar!

[welcometolotr]

maiar of the first oath

A handy-dandy guide to the Maiar! There are many more, but I’m only listing those who have been introduced in the story (or will soon be).

[Chapter & art guide here]

Some are canonical Maiar; others are based on pre-canon characters or rejected names for existing Maiar and Valar; some, like Dailir and Elessar, are canonical magical or spiritual objects that it seemed possible were originally Maiar. Only Aiwë is a totally original character.

Manwë – Ingwë - Ëonwe - Nornorë - Thorondor (Sorontar)

Ulmo – Círdan (Nówë) - Uinen - Ossë - Salmar - Uin - Vaiaro

Aulë – Finwë - Orodruin - Saruman (Curumo) - Sauron (Mairon) - Ôlamar - Sáya

Oromë – Míriel Þerindë (Tatië) - Tilion - Alatar (Morinhetar)

Oromë - Celegorm (Tyelkormo) - Huan - Nahar - Pallando (Rómestámo) Mandos/Námo – Eöl - Gladuial (spirit of Nan Elmoth) - Anglachel (sword) - Anguirel (sword) - Vê (javelin)

Lórien/Irmo – Nimrodel (Culúnalta/Malgalad) - Losfan - Glurim - Lûrien - Tethil (Tetillë)

Tulkas – Rog (Roka) - Telimektar - Meássë - Taimavar - Taimondo - Poldórëa

Varda – Erestor (Enel) - Galdalf (Olórin) - Ilmarë - Ilinsor

Yavanna – Lenwë - Treebeard (Fangornë) - Radagast (Aiwendil) - Leaflock (Findelëlassë)

Nienna – Olwë - The River-Woman (Hlónanís) - Núri - Heskil - Fui

Estë – Evranîn (Avanië) - Erion (Iarwain) (????) - Elessar (Elensar) (stone) - Aeglos (spear)

Vairë – Rúmil (Tata) - Amillo - Gwairil - Ómar

Vàna – Daeron (Alaton) - Melian (Melyanna) - Nielíqui - Urwen - Arien

Nessa – Elmo (Enelyë) - Aiwë - Dailir (arrow) - Aranruth (sword) - Nardi

Melkor – Morwë  - Ungoliant (Ungweliantë) - Gothmog - Draugluin

Melkor - Maedhros - Gostir - Glaurung - Thuringwethil - Ancalagon (Ancalacon)

#the first oath #maiar #I have a bigger version of this list i have to reference every chapter and i figured readers might want one too LOL

[ainurmoodboards]

Pallando

The Far One, Darkness-Slayer, East-Helper

Pallando was a Maia of Oromë, a member of the Istari, and one of the Blue Wizards along with his friend Alatar. In Tolkien’s early drafts, he associated Pallando with Mandos and Nienna, but eventually changed this to make Pallando a Maia of Oromë, the Vala who had traveled and hunted with his retinue throughout Arda prior to the Awakening of the Elves. Because of this, Oromë had the most knowledge of the lands of Arda, including those to the east of the lands where The Lord of the Rings takes place. 

When the Valar decided to send a group of Maiar disguised as old men (the Istari) to Middle-earth to help its peoples resist Sauron, the first one chosen was Curumo, a Maia Aulë of who later became known as Saruman. The second chosen was Alatar, and a reluctant but obedient Olorin (who became known in Middle-earth as Gandalf and Mithrandir) was chosen by Manwë and Varda as the third. Alatar brought his friend Pallando to Middle-earth with him, while Curumo grudgingly took Aiwendil (Radagast) with him to please Yavanna. Alatar and Pallando are sent into the lands east of Mordor that don’t appear on maps of Middle-earth to contest the will of Sauron. In early versions of Tolkien’s writings the Blue Wizards fail in their tasks, similar to Saruman, but in later writings they are successful in forcing Sauron to divide some of his attention and resources to the East, thus helping the peoples of the West win the War of the Ring. In these positive writings Tolkien gives Morinehtar (Darkness-Slayer) and Rómestámo (East-Helper) as names given to them by the peoples they interacted with, but doesn’t specify which name goes with which wizard.

Tolkien doesn’t give us much detail about Pallando and Alatar’s personalities, powers, or appearance, beyond their association with the color blue. If we at  Oromë ‘s only other named Maia, Tilion, we can guess that Pallando and Alatar were likely skilled hunters whose skills translated to battle as well. Like their Vala, they may have been associated with forests and forest creatures. Oromë also had an association with horses and was greatly revered by the people of Rohan, so they may have been skilled horsemen as well. Their dominant color of blue might indicate an additional association with water as well.

Tolkien’s earlier association of Pallando with Mandos and Nienna might give us other clues to his character. Mandos and his people were associated with prophecy, usually regarding negative events, so Pallando may have had some ability to see or predict the future. He may also have had some skill as a healer, as Nienna was associated with cleansing evil and filth due to her tears and the role they played in the plotline of the Two Trees of Valinor in The Silmarillion. Both Mandos and his sister Nienna are associated with death, so Pallando may have had an understanding of and respect for death, which would have been important since Sauron frequently capitalized on humans’ fear of death and the unknown. He may also have had some ability to communicate with the spirits of the dead. These skills in healing, prophecy, and necromancy would not only make sense because of an association with the aforementioned Valar, but also because they are skills associated with many wizard characters in the fantasy genre. 

#Pallando #Pallando Moodboard #Pallando Aesthetic #Ainur #Maiar #Istari #Ithryn Luin #Blue Wizards #Morinehtar #Romestamo #Alatar #Orome Maiar #Oromë Maiar #Tolkien #Tolkien Moodboard #Alatar and Pallando

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

If you got to write a Meta for the Blue Wizards/Istari what would it be like? More like Saruman, or more like Radagast? And a side question: did Radagast fail?

If I got to write a meta? You mean, not actually write a proper meta but just give you the bullet points or something? I don’t think I can actually do that. :)

Tolkien originally said:

I really do not know anything clearly about the other two [wizards] – since they do not concern the history of the N[orth].W[est]. I think they went as emissaries to distant regions, East and South, far out of Númenórean range: missionaries to ‘enemy-occupied’ lands, as it were. What success they had I do not know; but I fear that they failed, as Saruman did, though doubtless in different ways; and I suspect they were founders or beginners of secret cults and ‘magic’ traditions that outlasted the fall of Sauron.

–The Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien, Letter 211, 1958

So yeah, Tolkien first thought the Blue Wizards were more like Saruman than Radagast. However, near the end of his life, around 1972, he changed his mind:

The ‘other two’ came much earlier, at the same time probably as Glorfindel, when matters became very dangerous in the Second Age. [c. S.A 1600] Glorfindel was sent to aid Elrond and was (though not yet said) pre-eminent in the war in Eriador. But the other two Istari were sent for a different purpose. Morinehtar and Rómestámo. Darkness-slayer and East-helper. Their task was to circumvent Sauron: to bring help to the few tribes of Men that had rebelled from Melkor-worship, to stir up rebellion … and after his first fall to search out his hiding (in which they failed) and to cause [?dissension and disarray] among the dark East … They must have had very great influence on the history of the Second Age and Third Age in weakening and disarraying the forces of East … who would both in the Second Age and Third Age otherwise have … outnumbered the West.

–The History of Middle Earth, vol. 12, “Last Writings: The Five Wizards”

So, neither like Saruman nor Radagast, but instead the Blue Wizards were essential to the war against Sauron. They encouraged the Men who refused to worship Morgoth (as was standard in the East), to get them to rebel against the others. They tried to hunt down Sauron after he lost his body in the downfall of Numenor and his spirit fled east (though they failed in that task). But still, the Blue Wizards continued to help the good men of the East, and made enough difference that they greatly weakened the Eastern armies… which is why the Easterlings don’t show up in great numbers during the War of the Last Alliance of Elves and Men or during the War of the Ring, leading to Sauron’s defeat both times.

This is news to me, btw, before researching for this ask I was only aware of the “mystery cults” thing from the Letters (which was also in Unfinished Tales), which always made me sad to think of two more Maia who failed in their mission. I’m much more happy to hear of the great work of “Darkness-slayer” and “East-helper”. :)

As for Radagast… while he pretty much went native, while he cared far more about animals than people, I certainly wouldn’t say he failed. He was friends with Beorn, which led to Beorn trusting Gandalf, which led to Beorn helping the Dwarves and then later being of great help in the Battle of the Five Armies, killing Bolg and rescuing the deathly wounded Thorin. Radagast helped search for the lost Ring with his birds and beasts, which though it didn’t actually find anything, at least showed where the Ring wasn’t. He warned Gandalf that the Nazgul were abroad, Black Riders, and searching for the Shire. And though Radagast unwittingly led Gandalf into Saruman’s trap… he also had his friends the Great Eagles gather news of all the evil creatures on the march, and when their leader Gwaihir brought this news to Gandalf at Isengard, Gandalf was able to escape. So I think, in the end, Yavanna was right to beg Saruman to bring Radagast to Middle Earth, proving her wise as always. (See also the Ents.)

I hope that helps!

#cle-guy #lotr #lotr meta #jrr tolkien #the blue wizards #alatar #pallando #istari #the easterlings #radagast #saruman #gandalf #the eagles #wizards #the history of middle earth #beorn #yavanna #is the best

[thesilmarilchick]

The War of the Dead - Chapter 2: The Light Reclaimed

Arda, Rhûn; 2979, third age of Middle Earth

Pallando had walked the eastern lands of Middle Earth for many an age now – he’d seen generations of the people of this land born, grow, and pass away before his eyes.  He’d seen their civilizations fall and rise, he’d seen the horrors of Morgoth and later Sauron, and the corrupted kings of old. Most of all though he’d seen that throughout all the lies, the deceit, and the terrors that were brought down upon his people (for they were his, much more so than any of the other Maiar or Istari) marched on.  With each new hurdle, the world threw at them, they would simply pick themselves up, and continue. Men truly were, in his perhaps not so humble opinion, the most marvellous of creatures.

However, that was not to say they were without their frustrating elements, every race had at least one. The man in front of him, currently barring his way, was a sparkling example of one such element.

‘Hear me now son of Rhûn, unbar my path or you will come to rue it; for I am Pallando called Rómestámo and I bring no evil here, lest you not remove yourself from my way.’ 

Pallando could feel every hair in his beard bristle as this man, nay this boy, flashed his teeth at the wizard in a patronizing grimace.

‘I mean no offence, old man,’ the boy replied in his own people’s tongue, though judging by his reply he had clearly understood Pallando’s meaning. ‘But my lord Morinehtar has commanded me and my kinsmen to guard the entrances to his keep, letting none but those who are known to us pass its boundaries… and you are the strangest of strangers.’ 

The youth folded his arms over his chest and cocked his chin up at Pallando, a smug grin grown wide on his lips. The wizard’s rage was enough that he very nearly smote the youngster where he stood, that was until the name the boy had spouted as his sovereign lord, clicked within the folds of the Maiar’s memory.

‘Go to him then and he will tell you…he will tell you my lad who Pallando called East Saviour is. For there is none who is his equal more then I boy, of that he will tell you I have no doubt.’ The mocking smile of the child did not falter as he bared his long spear in Pallando’s direction.

‘I have humoured you enough for a year, Old Man, now be off with you before I’m forced to use this spear on your belly.’ The boy may even have tried to do it, if the large, weather-beaten hand had not landed on his shoulder.

‘Be at peace with you, cousin, Pallando is welcome and trustworthy, or as trustworthy as one may come to in these days,’ said the older guard. Pallando thought that a very strange way to phrase such a thing, and by the looks of it, the young guardsman seemed to agree. But he gave way nether the less, though he did throw one last untrusting look at the blue wizard as the old man disappeared down the long and twisting tunnel behind him.

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Ah Alatar, loveliest and most cunning of all Mandos’ Maiar - how Pallando had missed him in the years they’d been separated by their duties. Pallando could not quite recall when he’d seen his fellow wizard last, but he remembered well his image. Who could forget the bent hawk-like figure he had followed into the East, the proud brows drawn together in a look of consternation and his green-blue eyes sparkling with mirth despite themselves. This was not the image that greeted the travel worn Istari when he, and his rather bulky guide, reached the end of the tunnel. The wizard – who now called himself Morinehtar – was bent double, crouched to the ground staring at something just out of Pallando’s sight. His bald head shining in the dim light of the lamps hung low on the wall.

‘Alatar?’ The name had escaped Pallando’s lips before he’d gathered enough of his wits to halt its progress.  The old man’s head snapped up and swivelled in the direction of the sound, only then did the blue Istari see the extent of his old friend’s face. Gone were the sparkling blue-green orbs of yester-year, replaced now with empty pitiless sockets that still seemed to stare at Pallando with a look of very poorly concealed irritation. Perhaps he had not changed so very much then…within, at least.

‘So, he has come at last, he who now calls himself Rómestámo.’

 Pallando moved, or rather was pushed, closer until he was standing a mere breath away from the kneeling, eyeless Istari.

 ‘A mighty name for someone who had to be dragged kicking and screaming to this land, tell me what news have you brought me that it was worth my time to meet with you?’ Said this strange person, that could not possibly be his Alatar.  And yet Pallando could feel the familiar feeling of mad annoyance deep within his belly, a sure sign that he truly was in the presence of Alatar.

‘If your mind has slipped sufficiently enough for you to forget, then I shall remind you that it was you who summoned me.’

 The half mad cackle was unlike any laugh he had ever heard, but there was still a glimmer to it, something of the joyful laugh of Alatar left in its unearthly tones.

‘Well that I did, and for good reason kin of mine, come hither and gaze upon what I and those who follow me have reclaimed. I knew that you would not believe it thus possible, unless you were to see it with your own eyes.’

Alatar lifted the sphere he had been cradling in his old and withered hands; it was covered with a rag of poor cloth which his aged friend lifted with no small amount of flourish. But this Pallando hardly noticed, for the moment the rag was gone he was blinded by a white light unlike any mortal kind had ever beheld. Not since the destruction of the two trees of Valinor had such a brilliance been alive in any land he could name.

‘By all the Valar in Valinor and Eru Ilúvatar himself, it cannot be…it…it is impossible!’ 

He could not see for certain his friend’s answering grin, but Pallando knew the tone in Alatar’s voice well enough to guess at it.

 ‘But you have seen it Rómestámo, you have now seen with your own eyes what you would not have believed with your ears. Here in my lands it lay undisturbed for untold generations, and it was here in my lands that it was reclaimed. Aye, you can say its name my old friend, do not be afraid to, for it is not a cursed name.’ When nothing but Pallando’s silence answered him, Alatar puffed himself up and raised the glowing orb above his head, proclaiming with a voice as clear as the sea is vast. 

‘Beholden are all who stand here, for in my hands I holdeth joy, I holdeth beauty and light beyond all measure. I holdeth in my hands that which was flung into the fiery depths of the abyss. None but I could have reclaimed such a work of beauty from such a pit. So, rejoice all who hear my fair voice, for cradled in my hands is the very last of the mighty Silmarils!’

#fanfiction #the hobbit #lord of the rings

[artabria]

Let the speculation begin!

We only have a map and two quotes from the rings poem and you can bet your ass that everyone is speculating about when will the series take place. So far in the forum I’m in we have the following theory: It will be about the creation of the Rings.

1. Calenardhon. The region that would later become Rohan, after Gondon gives it to Eorl the Young for their help in defending the region. That battle was in 2510 Third Age.

2. Lindon. The Lord of the Rings trilogy provides a map from the Third Age, but the names that appear in that region are Forlindon and Harlindon. Lindon was ruled by Círdan in the Third Age, but had become depopulated, but in the second age it was Gil-galad’s kingdom. If the name shown is Lindon because this is meant to be a flourishing kingdom, then that brings us to the Second Age.

3. Those fucking mountains on the East. The Orocarni??? They’re getting everyone confused, because Amazon doesn’t have the rights to the Silmarillion so this has to be Second or Third Age related. So here’s the current theory: We’re getting the fucking Blue Wizards and this means creation of the rings.

Basically, there are two versions about who were the Blue Wizards and what became of them:

Version #1. Alatar and Pallando. In this version, they get to Middle-Earth with the other three and go East with Saruman. Saruman returns, but they do not. They fail in their mission

Version #2. Morinehar and Rómestámo. They get to Middle-Earth around the same time as Glorfindel, when the time of the forging of the rings. Glorfindel goes to help Elrond, and the Blue Wizards go East. HOWEVER, in this version (which is a revision of the first one), the Istari succeeded in their mission: to instigate rebellions in the East to dismish Sauron’s forces.

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[luinihildearchive]

headcanon: ninimeth’s timeline (until the end of the War of the Ring)

SA 1600: Glorfindel, Rómestámo (Pallando aka her father) and Morinehtar ( aka Alatar) come to Middle-earth.

SA 2215: Miriel, Ninimeth’s mother is born

SA 2245: Ninimeth is born in the East to the Blue Wizard Pallando and the human Miriel

SA 2299: Miriel dies of illness, leaving her daughter devastated

SA 2486: Ninimeth leaves the East after determining she is not of much help to her father & Alatar, and goes out on her own to offer her services to those who need it

SA 2767: Whilst travelling, she is attacked by orcs. She sruvives and is left with two large scars on the left side of her face

SA 3319: She arrives secretly in Numenor again, having frequently snuck in to aid the faithful where she could. Ellendil, who was her friend, ensured her survival by taking her along on one of the nine ships.

SA 3320: Wandering around, she witnesses the foundation of both Gondor and Arnor.

SA 3429-3341: Takes part in the War of the Last Alliance, switching back and forth between the battles & sieges and te East, where she helped Pallando & Alatar thwart Sauron’s operations to keep his forces in the East from outnumbering the forces of the free people in the West. Ninimeth is wounded several times and sustains a large injury on her back in 3340 during the siege of Barad-dûr, which leaves her with a grand scar stretching over her whole back.

TA 1-10: Ninimeth dwells in Rivendell, recovering from both her physical wounds as well as the trauma the war left behind in her mind.

TA 490-541: Remains close to Gondor, aiding the, during the continious attacks of the Easterlings

TA 1635-37: The Great Plague sweeps through Middle-Earth and Ninimeth divides her time between Harad, Gondor, Eriador, Rhovanion, and Rhûn in her effort to help people get through the plague. Not everyone can be saved and in 1636 even she briefly succumbs to the plague but recovers.

TA 1851-2510: Participates in the Wainrider/Balchoth War several times, frequently coming to aid Gondor & Rhovanion

TA 1974-1975: Participation in the Angmar War, specifically the battle of Fornost. Witnesses the end of the kingdom of Arnor

TA 2139: Ninimeth meets Éomund, son of Aldred during the Wainrider war, as he is a soldier. They fall in love in the midst of war.

TA 2140-2041: Ninimeth and Éomund become engaged, planning a wedding despite the current difficulties the war brings to Rhovanion. Tragedy strikes a year later, when Éomund is slain, months before their wedding was supposed to happen. Ninimeth remains griestricken and heartbroken by her beloved’s death for nearly 800 years.

TA 2510: Witnesses the foundation of Rohan

TA 2635: Ninimeth visits Ereebor & Dale as the realm prospers

TA 2770: Ninimeth is passing through Dale on her way to visit a friend and is caught up in the destruction of Dale by Smaug during the Sack of Erebor. She is burned severely on her right leg in her escape from Dale, and afterwards remains with the refugees to provide them with medical aid. She stays a year before returning to the East to her father, to recover from her own injuries.

TA 2941: Ninimeth returns to Esgaroth/Laketown, passing through and resting on her way to the East, and finds herself in an eerily similar situation when this town to is attacked by Smaug. She became involved in the Battle of the Five Armies as a battle medic for men, elves, and dwarves. She sustained minor injuries and minor scarring was remained. Ninimeth once again remained for a year and a few months to help out where she could.

TA 3018-3019: Heavily involved in the War of the Ring, switching back and forth between the East & Gondor, helping out wherever possible and not shy to enter the battlefield. Collapses after the Battle of the Morannon ends but recovers in a few days. Attends the coronation of Aragorn with her father and Alatar

#this took a while but im pleased it's finished #all that i believe is true (headcanon)