“The markings upon the band begin to fade. The writing, which at first was as clear as red flame, has all but disappeared… a secret now that only fire can tell.” - The Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring, 2001

Want to knit this scarf? You can download my free pattern here! :)

[Video description: a shot from above-ish of a scarf, laid out on the floor, with thin yellow and red stripes.  The camera moves towards the floor so that it’s kind of just above one end of the scarf, “looking” towards the other end.  This reveals that something about the pattern makes it so that when you do this, the writing from the One Ring from The Lord of the Rings appears.  It’s a cursive-like script that bears little resemblance to the English alphabet.  As the camera moves along the scarf, new sections of the script are revealed and hidden.]

jrrt: And sometimes as a man may cast a dainty to his cat (his cat he calls her, but she owns him not) Sauron would send her prisoners that he had no better uses for: he would have them driven to her hole, and report brought back to him of the play she made.

me, every single time: *delighted chortling*

What I love about this, –aside from the simply delightful image of Sauron petting his cat/spider Shelob–, is that it’s one of the very few things The Lord of the Rings tells us about Sauron’s personality. In most of the trilogy, Sauron’s this dark, mysterious, vast menace hanging in the background yet pressing down upon the heroes, but when Tolkien does decide to mention something about Sauron’s personality, it’s this… The man must really hate cats, mustn’t he? 

I would say that comparing a cat to a giant man-eating spider who refuses to belong to anyone could just as easily be a sign of affection towards cats but agree that this is delightful.

So. A guy who calls himself “Lord of Gifts” has a big workshop in a land full of holly where he tells a bunch of elves to make cool objects. Later he travels around the world dropping off these cool things as presents for people who he thinks show potential.

I’m not sure where I’m going with this, but I choose to believe it would work if I could think about it long enough.

SANTATAR

OH

He sees you when you’re sleeping, He knows when you’re awake, And if you don’t give him your rings, He’ll impale you on a stake.

We went to Hobbiton! Thank you to the lovely @vancouvercraftygeeks for the adorable Frodo doll.

Description: Photos of a cute little crocheted Frodo doll in front of Hobbiton

This is so cute :)

Narn Arwen ah Aragorn, pt. 3

(This just keeps getting longer, lmao. Parts 1 and 2 are here. Part 4 coming soon!)

III.

OF ARWEN AND ARAGORN.

Now in the three hundred and twenty-third of the years of Men a great storm arose off the Eastern coast of Elenna, and many in the land feared that the plague would come again; and Elrond sent Undómiel to the shores of Rómenna to see if any sign of illness was to be found. Undómiel was his herald and his regent, and the only heir to the House of Beor, and she was called Arwen, Noble Maid, as token that she was accounted his heir. And this name she used more often than the name of her childhood. Proud she was, and distant, but not cold; and she and Elrond traded each for each their thought and their tasks.

When Arwen came to the water she found that the harbor town was empty, the people of Rómenna having fled to healthier airs, and a fog was on the ground. Arwen’s heart at first misgave her, but through the town she went, searching for any mark of evil, and last she came to the shore, which was still covered in wrack. One great sea-beast she saw, or seemed to see, humped half in the water; and she went to it to see what its nature should be, and stumbled over the body of a man.

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