Thoughts on Melian’s Girdle and Thingol’s death and Melian’s departure- When Thingol dies and Melian abandons Doriath and strips them of the protection of the Girdle, let’s think on this. On Melian having physically bonded herself to a corporeal form and her soul to an elf, something the Ainur were not meant to do, this permanence and descent of godhood and how she was forcing herself to be something she wasn’t out of great love and sacrifice. Of how she bond her soul to Thingol’s, and then felt him die violently, how death and this traumatic separation of body and soul is something the Ainur don’t get – death is not removing one’s clothes. Melian going mad with grief, with trauma she can’t fully process, unraveling like shredded cloth. I’ve proposed this image before. Still in her madness trying to continue the functions she had set for herself, to be Queen, to hold up a Girdle, a spell of impossible strength and will against the strongest will of her Kind. She thinks she can still do this. She can’t. Torn and unable to focus, the Girdle warping even as she tries to keep it up, how can she hold it when she isn’t even holding herself anymore? That we know the place where the Girdle met Ungoliant’s domain, where their magic for a lack of better term contacted each other, unnatural and horribly twisted things happened to the land. That the land of Dorthonion was just recently gone mad and twisted into Nightmare Land thanks to fighting and implied Maiar corruption. To think of the land in the borders of Doriath starting to reflect Melian’s grief and madness, a blight starting to form. Trees already beginning to die. Cave passages warping or disappearing. Of Melian realizing she must leave- or being forced to leave when she goes to Lúthien and her daughter points out what’s happening- because if she stays, like the Fisher King mythos underlying everything, she will poison the very land she’s still trying to protect. Melian and her Girdle fleeing Beleriand because it will become a noose if she stays. The loss of the Girdle doomed Doriath? Probably, but think if there had been this worse fate had she and It stayed.
Tag: melian
AOAA is out! My stuff: 1) partying elves in Doriath and 2) that one moment where Turin and Tuor almost met ;^;
heget’s Silmarillion Sigil Set
your daily dose, (6/?)
Disclaimer: Here is a blend of Original Tolkien creations (aka my best efforts at recreating the author’s drawing), modifications on the original, and designs completely from cloth.
In order:
Elu Thingol (Elwë), Melian
Previous Entries:
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Notes:
Here’s why the disclaimer has that part about ‘modifications’ of originals. Thingol’s sigil is not exactly a match. I added more visual interest in the center and a second tone throughout the aqua because it was looking too plain compared to everyone else, once I started redoing the early sigils. And you can see extra dark gray points in the background. I was severely ticked due to elven rules of heraldry indicating rank by the number of points touching the edges, and that Finwë had 16 on his ‘winged sun’ but Elu only had the regular kingly 8 for a ‘winged moon’ – and both were High Kings of their people, ambassadors to Valinor, and frankly in every way -including mistakes in parenting- I hold Thingol superior. Not just that I really liked Thingol’s character at that point, but Finwë himself is that unimpressive. So I subtly restored Thingol to his rightful rank.
(Downloaders of the Sims set already know my ranting and raging over bright aqua as a royal color of Renaissance-level-tech Doriath. A toss-up between dagged chief orange on bright blue or quartered aqua and logenzy black/dark gray for unusual royal banner color schemes…)
Melian is one of the oldest sigils made, and it shows. It’s a busy design, but for once I can’t be mostly blamed. That’s Tolkien’s fault. Luckily there’s enough white and black and gray to offset the blue, so her sigil still coordinates with Sindar gray flags and Lúthien 01.

DONATO GIANCOLA
Beren and Luthien in the Court of Thingol and Melian
Oil on Linen
114″ x 60″
Some Maiar gals
Happy mother’s day y’all!
1.Melian & Luthien / 2.Celebrian & Arwen / 3.Nerdanel & kid(s) of your choice
Tolkien gives us lots of mothers struggling with the pain of being separated from their children (for a lifetime, ages or eternity), so I gotta focus on the good moments they had together ;^;
‘(…) long years were measured by the wheeling stars above them; and the trees of Nan Elmoth grew tall and dark before they spoke any word.’












