So the Forochel mist followed me around everywhere today….
When they were landed, Maedhros the eldest of his sons, and on a time the friend of Fingon ere Morgoth’s lies came between, spoke to Fëanor, saying: ‘Now what ships and rowers will you spare to return, and whom shall they bear hither first? Fingon the valiant?’
Then Fëanor laughed as one fey, and he cried: ‘None and none! What I have left behind I count now no loss; needless baggage on the road it has proved. Let those that cursed my name, curse me still, and whine their way back to the cages of the Valar!’
‘L e t t h e s h i p s b u r n!’
So in that place which was called Losgar at the outlet of the Firth of Drengist ended the fairest vessels that ever sailed the sea, in a great burning, bright and terrible. And Fingolfin and his people saw the light afar off, red beneath the clouds; and they knew that they were betrayed.
Good idea! If you play Lord of the Rings Online, reblog this post with your server and player name (or at least your favorites, if you use multiples.) So, for starters:
I suppose, why not. :o
Mains: Faeneth (lvl100) / Garavon (lvl98)
Main alts: Tornik / Avornor / Gwenthel (lvls83/80/80)
AND THEN LIKE A BILLIONS OF OTHERS BUT THAT’S OKAY
Mains: Belangolien (55), Othien (36), Batari (51), alt junkie
Mains: Olorimien, alt junkie
Server: Arkenstone (not as active on that one, but will be sooooooonnnn)
I also sometimes pop up on Imladris, though not very often!
Main: Berdaswintha - 95 (who is sometimes a chicken)
Excuse you! It was cold outside.
Colors of Lotro → Green (all photos by Moruhael Aeledyel)
“You sailed all the way out there?” The little girl stretched up on her tip toes to see over the wall, searching the horizon for the distant lands her father had returned from.
“Even further. We sailed until Dol Amroth was just a speck on the horizon, and then we kept sailing. Past mountains and old crumbling towers, and rivers that, had we followed them, would take us all the way to hidden valleys where elves live.”
Rose’s eyes widened. “Elves?” She turned her gaze from the ocean to her father, as he nodded sagely. “What about dwarves? Were there dwarves too?”
“I met some dwarves.” Ercdryt struggled to suppress a grin as his daughter stared up at him in awe.
“What were they like?”
“Short. And… hairy.”
When he left Dol Amroth, she was still a babe, quiet and sweet tempered. The little girl he’d found playing in the streets, hardly distinguishable as a girl from the group of boys she tagged along with, had been a stranger to him. If it weren’t for the grey doe eyes that met his now, the same eyes as her mother, he might not have known her.
But she had grown up on tales of her father, and knew the man who rode up to her on the street, as if he’d been absent only days. He’d taken her around the city, perched in front of him in the saddle, and she’d shown him all the spots where she liked to play. Ercdryt had wondered at the change the years had brought in the girl, and she couldn’t help but remind him of his own youth, playing knights and corsairs and dreaming about distant lands.
“When I’m older, I’m going to sail far away too,” Rose went on, while her father smiled down at here. “And captain my own ship just like yours. And fight the corsairs, and see mountains and dwarves everything.”
(this is actually berdaswintha but I have to submit from my main blog c:)
Auctioneer says, ”That is three gold, five-hundred silver to the young lady over there. I repeat three gold, five hundred silver. Do I hear four gold?”
Townsperson says, ”This auction is all mine. Trust me, I am assured of it!”
Auctioneer says, ”Four gold? Do I hear four gold?”
Townsperson says, ”I BID FIVE!”
Townsperson says, ”That is beyond me.”
Auctioneer says, ”Five gold! We have a bid from the esquire in the third row. I repeat, the current bid is five gold pieces.”
Townsperson says, ”Six gold, five-hundred silver.”
Auctioneer says, ”Very good! We have six gold, five hundred silver pieces as the current bid for this beautiful figurine.”
Townsperson says, ”Again, five gold pieces!”
Auctioneer says, ”I’m sorry sir? The current bid is at six gold, five hundred silver pieces. You will have to bid higher I’m afraid.”
Townsperson says, ”Seven gold!”
Townsperson says, ”Nonsense! Again I bid five!”
Auctioneer says, ”Sir! If you continue to shout out five I will be forced to have the guards escort you out.”