Category: lothlorien

Elrond: the fate of Middle Earth rests in you getting the ring to the fires, Frodo. 

Frodo: oh my! so then we should leave immediately, right? 

Elrond: nah, you can chill here for another few weeks.

Elrond: Also if you make it to Lothlorien, feel free to kill a month resting there too. No rush. 

I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

July—another month gone by, and with that comes a new Elvish Lesson. So in the High-elven tongue, the seventh month of the year was named Cermië (Cerveth being its Sindarin equivalent). As to the meaning of that name, there are actually surprisingly few references. However, in my research I did discover that one of the meanings of the Quenya root ‘cerm’ is ‘to give’. By this, I’m assuming that Cermië was the month of harvest or plenty (though don’t take my word for it).

As for the above picture, July always reminds me of Lothlórien somehow.

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When the Fellowship are staying in Lothlorien, I always picture everything being taken care of by magic. Beds are changed with magic, they clothes are magically cleaned, food appears, etc. But when they’re in Rivendell, I just figure Elrond has a few spare Noldor hanging around who wash their beds and do laundry. 

Rohirrim: an evil witch lives in those woods! we dare not go in there!

Aragorn: you guys, she’s not that bad.

*earlier*

Galadriel: oh man, I wanna be a dark queen ruling over these lands so badly…

Galadriel: And what gift would suit you, master dwarf?

Gimli: if it’s not too much, I ask the lady for a single strand of hair.

Galadriel: I shall grant you 3 hairs, master dwarf.

Sam: Hey, can iIexchange this box of dirt for some hair, too?

Merry and Pippin: Us too! We’d love a few strands, if you please.

Aragorn: I’ll take 4.

Legolas: I already have a bow, so can I have trade the one you gave me for 6 strands?

Frodo: I’m the ringbearer so I think I deserve at least 10 hairs.

Lament for Lothlórien (Post-Galadriel)

The Elanor has withered,

The trees have fallen bare.

In cold the branches quiver,

In Lórien the fair.

Tolkien Aesthetic | Aug 2018

Mirror of Galadriel | “For it shows things that were, and things that are, and things that yet may be”

Tolkien Aesthetic | July 2018
~ Lothlórien ~

“I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew” — Galadriel