Tag: tindez

Thank you for all the well-wishes on my birthday!

heckofabecca said: happy birthday, dear one ❤

anghraine said: happy birthday, yearmate 🙂

Birthday buddies! It was very cool to learn I was only a day behind becca and it’s a comfort to know I share old-timer fanning it up on tumblr status with elizabeth. ;p

crocordile said: awwww the big 30!! hehehe I’l be following u in a couple years 🙂 happy birthday, my friend!!

And then juliana to make me feel all old again. ;p i tease yet again, dear heart.

vefanyar said: Happy birthday! ❤ And the big 3-0 is a lie anyway, I’m beginning to think “adulthood” as such is a myth anyway.

I’m with you there; adulthood is definitely an artificial construct!

tindez said: Happy birthday! Sounds like a pretty excellent way to celebrate, for those around our age lol? (definitely not old but also not young enough to make a big, loud mess of it?)

Yep, cake and opening just a few presents (I got the coolest glittery cat bracelet watch from my grandma and bought myself awesome shoes) and not making a big deal of it is the way to go once you’ve aged out of your teens.

And to everyone else, Thank you!

I really want to say 6 for the meme because it’d be hilarious (if that’s the right word) even without your dare, but I’m genuinely curious about 27?

6. Would you have followed Fëanor?

(You’re not the only one that took this dare)

This question feels like asking “would you buy into the fear-mongering of a would-be fascist dictator using a crisis to squeeze power illegally and based on a combination of his own irrational megalomania, paranoia, and ubermensch bullshit while falling into sin/rejecting grace and also motivated by his desire for a handful of objects he jealously guarded anyway, plus empire-building and especially the xenophobia of using unseen and unknown mortal men as scapegoating and (not just fascist) tactic of seizing power with that extremist minority by pointing to some innocent outside group as an enemy.” Oh wait, that’s exactly what that question is. Also, omg, asking if I would place any trust in Fëanor’s judgement and rational planning abilities, especially him at his worst and with my life, let alone anything else, in the balance?

AHAHA, Fuck No. 🙂

27. What do you think it was the most evil deed of Melkor?

Orcs. 

And while Adanel’s Tale is not considered true, even if it was still included in canon, that men were once immortal, then just how Morgoth tainted the natural end of mortality with a fear and hatred of death that was not supposed to be there, which causes so much misery and problems (and saddles us with the Atlantis parable). 

Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly, then send this to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable) (positivity is cool)♪

  1. Kids once remarked that my voice sounded like a calm announcer in an airport reading out boarding times, that it was soothing and even. Not always do I sound like that, but I do like when people say my voice is soft and sing-song.
  2. My hair. It’s thick but not too thick (I haven’t broken a brush on it in over a decade), it’s a dark brown that’s nearly black, with just the hint of red in the light, it curls in fat ringlets and classic waves, and now that I have it in my summer bob cut it bounces around my face.
  3. I’m a self-admitted flake and I forget everyday shit all the time, but when it comes to facts and stories and other shit I have a very good memory. It made school very easy. Helps with writing and fandom and other stuff too, 😉
  4. Tied into that, I’ve always been a quick reader. Helps to grow up a bookworm, but I’d devour my favorite series in short sittings and have never been intimidated by thick books. (Personally boring topics, especially when mired in dry prose, that’s another thing. Have I mentioned my dislike of Kate Chopin?) There’s also a Tolkien quote about escapism and coping mechanisms and thank goodness for favorite books on hand to survive emotional upheavals.
  5.  I’m not an aggressive person, I don’t pick fights with people. Okay, I’m a doormat and at my most confrontational am only passive-aggressive. But I don’t like drama, and I don’t send hate, and my grudges or dislike against another person is rare and usually not easy to do. I give people the benefit of doubt (too gullible). 

Indis?

One of my absolute favorites!

Oromë the Valar rides with her tribe for a few of the star-passings, wishing to confirm with his presence how smoothly their journey is, to see if the Eldar need more provisions or animals and if their path is safe and easy to travel. He is most often in conference with Ingwë, Chief of the First Tribe. Therefore Indis, young sister of the Chieftain, finds the moss-green eyes of the Lord of the Hunt familiar to her, and she delights to ride on the gentle wide back of silvery pale Nahar. The girl hugs the neck of the Father of Horses, breathing in the strange and sweet fragrance of his mane, and laughs and giggles like a personification of joy. Oromë is infected with her joy and reaches over to give her an object she has never seen before, something small and soft that has the same pleasant smell as the Vala’s steed. Oromë calls it a flower, and it is the most beautiful thing Indis has ever seen and smelled. The Vala says flowers come from growing things, that they bud from the ground and from trees and once everyone reaches the Land of the Valar there will be thousands and thousands of flowers blooming. In the Land of the Valar are more flowers than there are stars in the skies, each with a sweet scent and of more colors than can be imagined. Oromë describes his wife, Vána Ever-Young, who has flowers springing up in the shadow of her steps. He loves flowers that she creates almost as much as Vána herself, and in each flower is a reflection of her beauty and propensity for new life and creation of joy. Indis giggles once more, breathing in the flower’s perfume, and says she wants to meet Vána. The Lord of the Hunt bequeaths upon the girl another dazzling smile. Instead of immediately answering his smile, she contemplates the flower and brushes a petal with her finger. ”Can you create another flower?” Indis asks. 

“How many do you wish?” replies Oromë with a jest.

“One for everyone!” Indis exclaims. “A pretty one for Mother, and one that smells nice for Ravennë, and one for Brother even if he saw many flowers when he went to the Valar’s land. Everyone in my tribe should have a flower! And for Finwë and Elwë and their people, too.” Indis sobers. “That is too many, isn’t it? I’m being greedy and asking too much of Lord Oromë.”

But Lord Oromë laughs. “When we get to Aman, there shall be flowers for everyone, too many to ever count or hold. And flowers can be regrown, kind and generous Indis.”

Her answering smile is as bright as a bloom of Laurelin.

“Everyone deserves a beautiful flower, yes?”

Manwe

tindez:

#sorry it’s not very long and ends awkwardly abrupt #searched for something for Manwë #wanted something simple and peaceful #what can i say – he’s an Air Nomad #also the idea of sending the Istari to Middle-earth as old men came somewhere #manwë is not his brother he does not want control #his is not a jealous love spiteful of his brother #Vanyar aren’t Boring #Good is Not Dumb #tasked by Eru to create and govern all of Arda #fighting Melkor for eons before the elves ever awaken #my theme of physics + ainur continues #inside the vastness of something you do not see it #also how spaced out gas molecules are #…if that at all comes across

 #i don’t find that ending awkward at all really? #this is such a different interpretation of manwe #at least from what i usually see #i will have to spend way too much time thinking about this #manwe #tolkien #fanfic

Aw, thanks! With Manwë I was definitely inspired by his most well-known follower, Olórin aka Gandalf, and especially Gandalf in the Shire and his love of the peacefulness of it and of the Hobbits – and that humbleness. And that Tolkien quite clearly defines Manwë as not his brother, as someone who isn’t a hyper-inflated ego wanting to master others, a good king. Manwë who loves and obeys Eru and knows he is in Arda as Eru’s regent.

And a lord of air should be someone that can walk unseen, that is vast and invisible but absolutely essential.

Other interpretations of Manwë as in a boring figurehead or asshole? Or just really remote?

squirrelwrangler:

The kindly-faced man sits on a corner of the streets in Valmar, appearing to do nothing at all except bask in the warm golden light and listen to the clarion bells. Sometimes pigeons bob at his feet, or a wandering cat or dog curls their heads on his lap. His eyes are a brilliant blue, when they are not lidded in the peaceful countenance of a man who delights in a warm day and the pleasing tones of the city’s many bells. 

“You are one of the Maiar,” says a pedestrian with tightly coiled golden hair, standing just so their shadow does not block the light upon the bald man with stunningly clear blue eyes. “I can feel the difference in the souls, between Eldar and Ainur. I apologize that I do not recognize you, though I believe you must be one of the minor servants, for you do not blaze in my senses like many I have met. Is there something you need? You appear tired.”

The man sitting on the corner of the street smiles. “A little weary, perhaps. The war has been long, my task longer. But the sound of the bells helps to soothe, and the warm air rising up from the stones, and the kind offers from strangers.” He laughs, the creases around his brilliant blue eyes folding up to cover their brightness, the sound of his laugh as pure and light as the smallest chimes. “Air has a great weight. You don’t feel it, as it is always pressing in from every direction. You don’t see how much it weighs.”

kazaera said: ahhh this is beautiful! I love Manwe in disguise, just taking in everything. And oh man “you do not blaze in my senses/you appear tired” Manwe ;___;

Oh yes, if any series allows a wandering king in humble disguise, it’s Tolkien 😉 

I wanted a way to convey that the Vanya mistakes Manwë in that oswarë double-sense as only a part of his power, not because Manwë is deliberately suppressing and hiding his power – not sure if the text works. But yeah, if elves can and will eventually fade due to the weariness of immortality in Arda, and if Manwë and the other Valar have already dealt with Melkor’s shit for far longer than any elf has been alive, he’s allowed to have moments where he needs a break from sitting enthroned in Ilmarin.