A stack of sigils from the Silmarillion; a sprig from a small white flower that looks like little cups on a thin stem; a Batfam family portrait; the sound of the ocean; a red hand

the magic circle fizzes, 

a bright glow from the images- 

especially the red hand calling out in color as the saturation brightens- 

but the flower shrivels. 

the smell of salt intensifies, 

a mutter on the wind 

“y’all honestly engage girdle time i really don’t like~”

laurelsblue:

The logistics of the War of Wrath are pretty interesting if you think about them. I was wondering about what exactly the Teleri were doing for those fifty years besides being very bored when I remembered all those refugees on Balar. I’m not sure if Tolkien states exactly how fast Beleriand sunk but I think it was a gradual process throughout the war rather than all at once at the end. So you’ve got a slowly disappearing island and a lot of people who need somewhere to go but the mainland isn’t a safe place and the Teleri have a lot of room on their ships…

Basically, imagine the Teleri and Edain refugees. Generations of them, living and dying on their ships. Water burial becoming a custom because what else can you do. Tiny grubby kids who love the elves and are loved by them despite both thinking they look kind of strange. Elves visiting Numenor and finding descendants of that kid who wouldn’t get out of the crow’s nest (it was one time, please stop telling that story, Lady Earwen).

#the teleri are my favourites#except for when the vanyar are#worldbuilding problems#edain/elves friendship is the best (via @laurelsblue)