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Here to Raze Hell

@wearepaladin / wearepaladin.tumblr.com

(Artists credit goes to @kid-ultimate) It's an old story. A person who takes up the quest to rid the world of evil. Its a journey with no final destination. But in the end it’s the only one worth taking. Welcome! This is a blog by Paladins, for Paladins....
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Hi @determamfidd! Recording “The Iron Hills For Me” (the French version, anyway) is kicking my arse six ways to Sunday, so I thought I’d share something I wrote with Sansûkh in mind which I only just recorded (and FINALLY found a second voice for!!) :o) It’s a song of exile from the Lonely Mountain, about the coming of the Great Dragon and the calamity it was for Dwarves and Men. Kind of a dirge, kind of a folk song, I guess, from the point of view of Extra Dwarrowdam #5. Because the Line of Durin were not the only Dwarves who lost everything that day…

It gets Serious. Lest you think I’m taking myself too seriously, though, I should point out I did the drum rhythm thing with an empty Nesquick box and a sock on my hand :3

“Dwarvish Song of Exile (Oh My Forge, Oh My Home)”

The sky was blue, the mountain tall, Oh my forge, oh my home The sun did shine, the leaves did fall Oh my forge, oh my home

My husband with him took our son Oh my forge, oh my home For the market day had come Oh my forge, oh my home

I stayed in the Mountain with our girl Oh my forge, oh my home To make a ring of gold and pearl Oh my forge, oh my home

Oh, the sun did shine that day As the fire burned everything away

No-one knows why he came down Oh my forge, oh my home Was it for gold, or for a crown Oh my forge, oh my home

The town of Dale, he first came for Oh my forge, oh my home From here I heard the dragon roar Oh my forge, oh my home

The market place he set ablaze Oh my forge, oh my home The whole of Dale it burned for days Oh my forge, oh my home

The men of Dale stood up and fought But against the dragon came to nought

We thought the Mountain safe and strong Oh my forge, oh my home We thought our walls would hold him long Oh my forge, oh my home

He broke our walls and burned our home Oh my forge, oh my home He set us on the road to roam Oh my forge, oh my home

My husband burned, my boy was slain Oh my forge, oh my home My girl I never saw again Oh my forge, oh my home

I lost my home, I lost my pride And still I grieve for those who died…

💜

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determamfidd

OH MY DEAR MERCIFUL MAHAL

Bel Bel this IS AMAZING

I am utterly in awe, both of your songcraft and of your beautiful voice… This really feels real, it strikes the heart exactly like the kind of song people would sing when fleeing disaster

I LOVE it, oh my goshhhh thank you, I love this so SO much!!

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hrymfaxe

Haleth holding her twin brother Haldar:

“But at last Haldad was slain in a sortie against the Orcs; and Haldar, who rushed out to save his father’s body from their butchery, was hewn down beside him.” The Silmarillion

This is an entry for both @legendariumladiesapril and for this month’s challenge on @silmarillionwritersguild: Sirens and Songstresses, where I got the prompt: “Skyfall” by Adele. This piece is inspired by the first verse:

“This is the end Hold your breath and count to ten Feel the earth move and then Hear my heart burst again“

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Here’s the continuation of the Pilgrimage story from earlier this year, gorgeously drawn and animated by @nick-foo! Ornstein made his peace before passing, and our favorite unnamed monarch won’t let his armor go bad.

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gricefalco

Please, someone tell me what’s she saying, she’s talking to her sister and I bet it’s something beautiful…

I love her so much ♥

Update: Okay guys, some users already told me what she’s saying, all of them vary a little bit, but basically:

“Hello, sister. You were my hero. Perfect, strong and unbreakable. Kind and loyal. I’m sorry, older sister, I failed you. Your children were safe and I let them slip away”
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dinnasaw

another sketch to try to get used to my tablet, I started to color it but wasn’t supper happy with where it was going, so I am leaving this as a sketch for now!

if you dig what I put out, consider treatin’ me to a ko-fi <<<

thx y’all

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I. And so King Caspian married the daughter of a star.

II. The first time Caspian kisses her, he comes away with his tongue scalded, seared as by fire; little blisters at the corner of his mouth. Oh, she says, touching his lips with her fingertips–they are warm, and set his mouth to aching again. Oh, I didn’t—I am sorry.

Do not be, Caspian murmurs. He meets her gaze, and there are pinpricks of light, burning at the center of her dark eyes. Caspian has seen the very edges of the world, where the water is sweet and Aslan prowls forever, and still he thinks she is more remarkable. I would fain be burnt by starshine, for such a kiss.

She wears her joy bright as silver, as a light shining, and Caspian loves her.

III. It takes her long months to grow accustomed to walking beneath the sun, and even then she looks pale and wan, outshone by a still-brighter star. Yet if Caspian lives until the Last Days, he will never see the like of her at dusk, gathering brightness beneath her skin as she walks along the sea at Cair Paravel.

IV. Sometimes he catches her smiling at him as though he is very young, an ancient nobility on her sweet face. He thinks to ask how long—how many years, on an island at the outer edges of the world, with only her father, marking his path along the night—but she does not like to speak of it. 

How brief we must be to you and your kinsmen, he murmurs once, stroking her hair as they lay in their bed. Like little candles, guttering in the wind.

But oh, what a lovely light you give, she whispers, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

V. Their son is born of flesh and bone and stardust too, after nine months of the queen trailing wind and dust in her wake, her skin turning even cold baths to steam. Their son leaves a blackened mark on their bed, from where the nurse had to set down the child, too burning-hot for men’s skin to touch.

We will call him Rillian, Caspian says of his infant son, who sleeps on in his mother’s arms (the only cradle that will not catch alight, though she assures Caspian their son will cool, in time.) Together, they are so silver-bright and terrible that Caspian near cannot bear to look. But he does, and he smiles though he fears he will go blind with looking.

He would be contented, if this should be the last thing his eyes see of this world.

VI. The Seafarer has lost his North-star, the people of Narnia say when she is taken from him. The night is darker without her, the people of Narnia say, when she is taken from him. What king can endure without so beloved a queen? the people of Narnia ask, when she is taken from him.

Caspian, numb with grief and the stunned loss of a son yet to return, can think only of the way she laughed, the soft curve of her stomach after Rillian was born, the way she dripped silver sometimes, when she was not paying attention. He sits with her body the night before she is to be interred with the past Kings and Queens of Narnia, and her face is almost a stranger’s to him, absent of its light.

The stars are dim above him, hiding behind the smoggy night as though in veiled mourning. Caspian weeps to them, heartsick, and alone.

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