#lorien

“As they passed beyond the green field of the Tongue, the trees drew down to the river’s brink. Here and there golden leaves tossed and floated on the rippling stream. The air was very bright and still, and there was a silence, except for the high distant song of larks.

They turned a sharp bend in the river, and there, sailing proudly down the stream toward them, they saw a swan of great size. The water rippled on either side of the white breast beneath its curving neck. Its beak shone like burnished gold, and its eyes glinted like jet set in yellow stones; its huge white wings were half lifted. A music came down the river as it drew nearer; and suddenly they perceived that it was a ship, wrought and carved with elven-skill in the likeness of a bird. Two elves clad in white steered it with black paddles. In the midst of the vessel sat Celeborn, and behind him stood Galadriel, tall and white; a circlet of golden flowers was in her hair, and in her hand she held a harp, and she sang. Sad and sweet was the sound of her voice in the cool clear air:

  I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:
  Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.
  Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,
  And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree.
  Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone,
  In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion.
  There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years,
  While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears.
  O Lórien! The Winter comes, the bare and leafless Day;
  The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away.
  O Lórien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore
  And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor.
  But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me,
  What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?”

stoneofthehapless:

When his eyes were in turn uncovered, Frodo looked up and caught his breath. They were standing in an open space. To the left stood a great mound, covered with a sward of grass as green as Spring-time in the Elder Days. Upon it, as a double crown, grew two circles of trees: the outer had bark of snowy white, and were leafless but beautiful in their shapely nakedness; the inner were mallorn-trees of great height, still arrayed in pale gold. High amid the branches of a towering tree that stood in the centre of all there gleamed a white flet. At the feet of the trees, and all about the green hillsides the grass was studded with small golden flowers shaped like stars. Among them, nodding on slender stalks, were other flowers, white and palest green: they glimmered as a mist amid the rich hue of the grass. Over all the sky was blue, and the sun of afternoon glowed upon the hill and cast long green shadows beneath the trees.

‘Behold! You are come to Cerin Amroth,’ said Haldir. `For this is the heart of the ancient realm as it was long ago, and here is the mound of Amroth, where in happier days his high house was built. Here ever bloom the winter flowers in the unfading grass: the yellow elanor, and the pale niphredil. Here we will stay awhile, and come to the city of the Galadhrim at dusk.’

The others cast themselves down upon the fragrant grass, but Frodo stood awhile still lost in wonder. It seemed to him that he had stepped through a high window that looked on a vanished world. A light was upon it for which his language had no name. All that he saw was shapely, but the shapes seemed at once clear cut, as if they had been first conceived and drawn at the uncovering of his eyes, and ancient as if they had endured for ever. He saw no colour but those he knew, gold and white and blue and green, but they were fresh and poignant, as if he had at that moment first perceived them and made for them names new and wonderful. In winter here no heart could mourn for summer or for spring. No blemish or sickness or deformity could be seen in anything that grew upon the earth. On the land of Lórien there was no stain.

–J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, “Lothlórien”

“Galadriel”

Artober 2020
26.) Repose

Sleep is like Death
Death is like Sleep

Irmo and Namo sleeping in probs Lorien

2020  -old to new|new to old-
2019  -old to new|new to old-
2018  -old to new|new to old-

Petals and Dew Photo by @mornienna I had the straps on my helmet replaced, added a bit of additional padding on the inside and for the first time my helmet does not slide down onto my nose! Suddenly it can really protect me (against hits from larp weapons, that can still hurt). Also, I replaced the ugly standard buckle by one of @orniello_by_celefindel handmade elven buckles, which is a small detail, but this is how it should be. This foto is from long before the Upgrade, when I still had to balance the helmet on my head.

Estë, the goddess of healing and rest. The sweet, the healer. Wife of Irmo, Lòrien.

Irmo, Lòrien, The god of dreams and visions. Master of spirits, and husband of Estë.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Kalimdor

Archer.
Orophin, Haldir’s brother.

“For a while the hobbits continued to talk and think of the past journey and of the perils that lay ahead; but such was the virtue of the land of Rivendell that soon all fear and anxiety was lifted from their minds. The future, good or ill, was not forgotten, but ceased to have any power over the present.” - Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring.

Time flies so fast ☕️
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Commission from my VK group. Irmo Lorien.

yourlaranikaisakova:

Legolas & Aragorn in Lorien by ALVO

iremonez:

“For a while the hobbits continued to talk and think of the past journey and of the perils that lay ahead; but such was the virtue of the land of Rivendell that soon all fear and anxiety was lifted from their minds. The future, good or ill, was not forgotten, but ceased to have any power over the present.” - Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring.

I’ve been really busy lately and haven’t had a lot of time for larger personal projects, so I’ve been playing around with some potential sticker designs in my free time.