banner bearers

Merlin knew Arthur would return in Albion’s hour of need; so wherever he saw his land in need, Merlin went where the action was.  When the Normans invaded, he was sure it was time, sure that Arthur would be there, sword flashing to turn back the tide.  The tide did not turn.

By 1941, Merlin had nearly given up hope.  He’d fought on open English fields and muddy Belgian trenches, he’d seen probably thousands of British soldiers bleed out in front of him.  He’d shot arrows , fired rifles, flown bomber planes.  He was so tired of war.  This time, surely, Arthur would come.  

Merlin watched his island nation grow and shrink, watched its languages evolve and its people grow by multiplication and addition.  He watched its leaders, in turns shining and monstrous, stumble through 1400 years of disruption and destruction and the crawling progress that comes with reaching the future the slow way.  He watched as Arthur did not come.  He ceased to hope, and tried to live.

So it was a complete surprise, as Merlin was on his way to the theatre to catch a Saturday matinee, to find a familiar voice carried from inside a North London pub, in the middle of a headed discussion about the Common Fisheries Policy.  

“This is so stupid,” he said, smiling wider than he had in decades.

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Today in Middle-Earth: The horns of the Rohirrim are heard at cockcrow.(March 15th, 3019 T.A.)

 Tall and proud Theoden seemed again; and rising in his stirrups he cried in a loud voice, more clear than any there had ever heard a mortal man achieve before: 

 'Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden!

Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter! 

spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered, 

a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises! 

Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!‘ 

   With that he seized a great horn from Guthláf his banner-bearer, and he blew such a blast upon it that it burst asunder. And straightway all the horns in the host were lifted up in music, and the blowing of the horns of Rohan in that hour was like a storm upon the plain and a thunder in the mountains. 

'Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!' 

   Suddenly the king cried to Snowmane and the horse sprang away. Behind him his banner blew in the wind, white horse upon a field of green, but he outpaced it. After him thundered the knights of his house, but he was ever before them. Éomer rode there, the white horsetail on his helm floating in his speed, and the front of the first éored roared like a breaker foaming to the shore, but Théoden could not be overtaken.

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Chapter Ultramarines, 4th Company
Banner Bearer Ancient Peleus!

I know I said I won’t post him ‘unfinished’ but I’m so proud how that old Grunt came out and don’t want the banner to obscure anything!
The banner will be finished tonight, tho!

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The Banner-bearer and the herald of Manwë, 
I did the upper one a few weeks ago and i kinda liked it so i might as well post it.
I always imagined him about a head taller than Manwë (about 11 feet tall??), always standing next to him like a body guard or something :3
that’s manwe in the bottom btw



<3

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Today in Middle-Earth: The horns of the Rohirrim are heard at cockcrow.(March 15th, 3019 T.A.)

 Tall and proud Theoden seemed again; and rising in his stirrups he cried in a loud voice, more clear than any there had ever heard a mortal man achieve before: 

 'Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden!

Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter! 

spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered, 

a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises! 

Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!‘ 

   With that he seized a great horn from Guthláf his banner-bearer, and he blew such a blast upon it that it burst asunder. And straightway all the horns in the host were lifted up in music, and the blowing of the horns of Rohan in that hour was like a storm upon the plain and a thunder in the mountains. 

'Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!' 

   Suddenly the king cried to Snowmane and the horse sprang away. Behind him his banner blew in the wind, white horse upon a field of green, but he outpaced it. After him thundered the knights of his house, but he was ever before them. Éomer rode there, the white horsetail on his helm floating in his speed, and the front of the first éored roared like a breaker foaming to the shore, but Théoden could not be overtaken.

A few moments ago, Donald Trump was sworn in as our 45th president. It is for many of us a moment we still have not been able to process. It comes with a host of emotions including, for many, revulsion, dread, and outright fear, as well as some fundamental questions about what this means for our country, and how ordinary citizens can and should respond.
So if you’ll permit, I’d like to share some thoughts, first on those questions we have. Here’s one I’ve been pondering: As Trump announced his advisors and cabinet nominees, most reasonable people began wondering outright: “Why is he appointing people who are clearly unready and unable to lead us?“ There’s a climate denier in charge of the EPA, a neurosurgeon inexplicably tapped for Housing, an bumbling Texan who campaigned to get rid of the Energy Department now named to head it (though he doesn’t even understand its solemn purpose)–the list goes on and on.
I don’t for a minute think even the Trump transition team honestly believes these are the best and brightest folks. But I do worry that they will serve a far darker purpose—to cause us to lose utter faith in government.
Top Trump strategist Steve Bannon, the banner bearer for the alt-right, does not even hide his plans. In fact, he speaks fondly of darkness as tool. That’s how confident he is that it will work. For if they can sever the bonds of trust between the people and their government, if civic disengagement becomes the norm, then nothing will stop men like him from achieving everything they want. They already have begun this effectively with the “truth” and the press: If they spread enough fake news and propaganda, if the citizenry cannot tell fact from fiction, or more importantly does not care to discern the difference, then anything is fair game. That is how lies become fact.
And so it is with governance. If we cannot distinguish competent governance from poor, if it’s just a complete disaster by all counts everywhere, then the people will begin to despair, and ultimately they will ready to be led by literally anyone. This means we must do two things.
First, we must remind ourselves that good government is a good thing. It is something that helps everyone, all of us. Without that belief, we are lost. And so we must find faith again in government, hard as that presently sounds.
Second, to help achieve this, we must raise up and support our best leaders, from those who toil for us at the local level, to the women and men of principle and grit in Washington. If we turn upon them, too, again we will be lost. We cannot allow the worst excesses and failures to define our expectations.
Now, a few thoughts on what many of us are feeling. When you feel anger, disgust, or fear from the latest piece of horrible news out of Washington, or feel shame or dismay at a 3am tweet from our new president, don’t dwell on that thing clouding your spirit. That is what they want. That is in fact their tactic, a textbook manipulation, hoping you will take the bait. So while it is perfectly fine to feel a moment of pain, take it instead as a welcome reminder and ask yourself this: What does it actually mean that I feel this dread? What does it mean that I feel so angry?
The answer may surprise you and lend some comfort. It means that you are a good person. It means that you care about your fellow citizens, and this country, and what we stand for. It means you are paying attention and can recognize the threat we are under. Let your feelings reinforce and remind you of your own core values. Let each reaffirmation make you stronger.
It is axiomatic that nothing worth fighting for has been won without a fight. So while it may feel as if the Ministry has fallen and Death Eaters are now in charge, that should serve as the strongest of reasons to double down on our convictions and principles. No one said the Resistance would be easy. And so, everyone, now it begins. Wands up.
—  George Takei (via Facebook)

Four similarities between mun and muse:

  • We’re both perfectionists
  • We both have the mindset “people hate/fear me? well then, let’s give them a reason to.”
  • We’re both intelligent and never really shut up about it
  • People are always surprised when we act nicer than they assumed we would

Four differences between mun and muse:

  • I am not immune to fire
  • Mairon can shapeshift
  • I haven’t attempted world domination yet
  • Mairon has killed people

Tagged by: @first-son-of-finwe 

Tagging: @banner-bearer​, @woodlandminstrel, @hasty-riser, @everyone else who wants to do it

At that sound the bent shape of the king sprang suddenly erect. Tall and proud he seemed again; and rising in his stirrups he cried in a loud voice, more clear than any there had ever heard a mortal man achieve before:

       Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden!
       Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter!
       spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered,
       a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!
       Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!

With that he seized a great horn from Guthláf his banner-bearer, and he blew such a blast upon it that it burst asunder. And straightway all the horns in the host were lifted up in music, and the blowing of the horns of Rohan in that hour was like a storm upon the plain and a thunder in the mountains.

       Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!

Suddenly the king cried to Snowmane and the horse sprang away. Behind him his banner blew in the wind, white horse upon a field of green, but he outpaced it. After him thundered the knights of his house, but he was ever before them. Éomer rode there, the white horsetail on his helm floating in his speed, and the front of the first éored roared like a breaker foaming to the shore, but Théoden could not be overtaken. Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the Great in the battle of the Valar when the world was young. His golden shield was uncovered, and lo! it shone like an image of the Sun, and the grass flamed into green about the white feet of his steed. For morning came, morning and a wind from the sea; and the darkness was removed, and the hosts of Mordor wailed, and terror took them, and they fled, and died, and the hoofs of wrath rode over them. And then all the host of Rohan burst into song, and they sang as they slew, for the joy of battle was on them, and the sound of their singing that was fair and terrible came even to the City.

–J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of Rings: The Return of the King, “The Ride of the Rohirrim” (artist unknown)

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Eonwe: Manwe’s banner-bearer and herald, one of the chiefs of the Maiar, said to be the best in Arda with weapons.

Ilmare: Varda’s handmaiden, one of the chiefs of the Maiar, her name may mean as much as ‘starlight’.

Mairon: Originally one of the Maiar of Aule, Mairon’s love for crafting and perfection made him the ideal victim for Melkor, for whom he spied some time before he joined him openly and made quite a career under his new name Sauron (“The Abhorred”). After his master was finally kicked into the Void by the other Valar, Sauron took over the business very successfully.

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Random writing challenge! It’s a widely known thing how music is often an inspirational tool for writing, so if that concept applies to you, I offer a prompt.

Tagging: @maedhroswhy, @first-son-of-finwe, @glorfindelsbitch, @elrondd, @celeborn-of-doriath, @celebbun, @melkorwashere, @celegorm-turcafinwe, @glorfy-the-bright-haired-ellon, @chief-laurefindil, @feanore, @mairon-ate-my-fish, @strong-voiced, @hasty-riser, @nyarnamaitar (your fav), @feanope, @misbehavingmaiar, @littlestfinwe, @masteroftheseas, @lord-of-angband, @harnatano, @turcafinwe-tyelkormo, @banner-bearer and anyone else who has a muse or a favorite character who’s interested in this who I haven’t listed.

Feel free to bypass this if you want to, but I’m curious as what you’ll come up with. And I thought it might be fun. So, here’s what you do:

1. Listen to this song (some will probably recognize it)
2. Close your eyes and apply it to your muse while it’s playing
3. Open your eyes when it’s finished
4. Write the scene or a summary of the scene that you find yourself imagining

Yeah, it’s no original idea, but I see too few of these prompts. :)
EDIT: And if you decide to do this, please post it in reply to this! I would love to read them and I’ll reblog them (or create a master list if enough people actually do decide to do it) in case others want to read them as well.

So, I’ve reached 900 followers, which to me is amazing - and also really surreal and weird. I very nearly didn’t make this blog. I was nearly too scared to take the chance and start roleplaying, thinking why the hell would anyone want to play with some weird old dead elf, especially one written by me? But I’m glad I took that chance, because despite the ups and downs, I can honestly say it has been one of the best decisions I’ve made. And that is thanks to the lovely people I have the pleasure of interacting with and following, those who make my time here enjoyable and make me feel glad that I joined the Tolkien fandom. Both my muse and I are grateful for the friends that we have made and the way we have been accepted and supported. Thank you <3 

  • super baes (those boom badoom boom boom badoom boom baes)

baelatargaryenn, elvenkingthrandy, fonulyngoldenhairedadvisor, thegoblinkingsglitter, lilith-seregtari, littleawkwardpanda, malachiites, whosamawhatsit, igotofindthesunlegolas, apologeticallyassertive, musinshadw, scienceninpo, sighros, incendiak, littlegreenleafofmirkwood, daughteroferynlasgalen, spark-of-inferno, lxngundertree, thequeenmothershat, blueveilofthenight, melethuil, finarfiniel,

  • baes (those who deserve the snuggliest snuggles)

 hasty-riserithilielthehealer, ireth-the-eternal, thefatedfinwe, artaresto, lacrimosa-magnolia, joan-of-shark, thelionshifter, thecrashingriver, driftinglightofthewoods, ichisideblog, woodlandminstrel, daughterofdurin, daeron-the-flautist, bloodclovengold, moraiwe, banner-bearer, ellerybaratheon, royalprinceling, ixto, thraaaaaaaanduuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiil, maaaaeeeedhrooooos, maedhroswhy, eeereeestoor, thisshadowprevails, ilinnare, just-another-leaf-in-the-wind, starofradiance, feanors-daughter, celebrain, ssauronn, ereborsrose, sodonewithdwarves, belegurien, i-dream-of-oceans, mirkwood-princess-rp, calaeriloflindon, aneleth, flamesofardawhite-lady-of-greenwood, kinglyforestfairy, wolviegrrl, amanda-rose-darling, vikishus, vardathestarkindler

  • senpais (aka people that inspire me whenever i see them on my dash. heart eyes, motherfucker)

tosquinha, alackofghosts, sharpglance, finrodthefaithful, curufinwefeanaro, smokinshield, kanafinwhy, edhelhernil, pk-buttcheeks, turambar-masterofdoom, thesonofgirion, crownofleavesandberries, warhornofgondor, pippinxtook, sycamoreleaf, cos-tam, snuskens, theshipwright, ofthenoldor, underoakandbeech

  • and a special shout of to some of my favourite bunny blogs, thanks for all the fluff.

fuckyeahrabbits, nothingbuttbunnies, ghibli-bunny, bunniesarethebest, omatsu777, cottonthebunny, chelseas-rabbit-warren, thedailysquishster, jubbybunny

For those with multiple blogs, I’ve put down the one that I associate most with you; though a couple of people have their personal and art blogs here in different sections bc reasons. 

Thanks again; from both Oreo and myself. I love you guys a lot and look forward to what the future holds :3

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Íreth couldn’t move as the strong hands held her down. She didn’t know the attackers or the person they were beating up, but after some time she winced with every blow their victim had to take, for they were beating him without mercy.

After a time that seemed like an eternity to her they stopped beating him and left him lying on the earth. The one who had held her down pushed her away from himself f to the ground. She got to her feet and looked around, confused at where the attackers had gone. It seemed to her as they had vanished into thin air.

When she was sure that they really were gone she ran over to the figure lying on the ground, she fell to her knees and observed him closely. He was breathing but she wasn’t sure if he was conscious.
“Hello! … Can you hear me?”

banner-bearer  asked:

△ // sorry i had too c:

Somehow our characters get into a playful wrestling match. Send me a △ and my character will react to feeling yours has become… excited.

Eonwë had pinned her on the ground, and desperatly she was trying to free herself from his strong grip. Wriggling fiercely under the Maia, Lilith was about to bite him when she felt something… unexpected against her thigh. Suprised, she froze and looked up at him, an amused glint shining in her black eyes. “Is it a knife in your pocket?”

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banner-bearer  asked:

"Pardon my hand" {forgive me T-T}

Send “Pardon My Hand” For My Muse’s reaction to Yours sneaking up behind them and slipping their hand between My Muse’s Legs.

Erestor let out a yelp at the sudden sensitive contact, then breathing in sharply. He looked over his shoulder, ready to shout down the other behind him “Si-…” he started before his eyes widened. “Holy Eonwe! No I-… I’m sorry for standing in the way of your hand!”

Hierarchy of the Maiar

“Powerful” is such a difficult word. Because what does that mean, exactly? Are we talking military power? “Magical” power? Political power? Sauron was definitely a powerful Maiar, but was he the most powerful? I don’t have a definite answer for you, but I don’t think he was. Below I’ve listed the most powerful of the Maiar, and I’ll just leave it up to you to decide which order to rank them in:

ARIEN

  • Who is she? Arien was a spirit of fire who once cared for Laurelin, one of the Two Trees of Valinor. After the trees were destroyed, she became the Maia who carries the sun across the sky each day.
  • Claim to fame: Arien was one of the few “spirits of fire” that Morgoth hadn’t won over to his side. In fact, in another version of the Silmarillion, Morgoth tries to make Arien his wife, and ends up killing her instead. In The Silmarillion, she described as: “Too bright were the eyes of Arien for even the Eldar to look on; she was as a naked flame, terrible in the fullness of her splendor.”

EONWE

  • Who is he? Manwe’s herald and banner-bearer. Considered one of the two leaders of the Maiar (Ilmare, Varda’s hand-maiden, being the other.) Later in the First Age, he leads the army from Valinor that fights in the War of Wrath.
  • Claim to fame: Eonwe is described as having great military/fighting power. In The Silmarillion, it’s said his “might in arms is surpassed by none in Arda.” He’s strong enough to capture Morgoth by the end of the War of Wrath, and in some versions of the Dagor Dagorath, he’s even the one to kill Morgoth in the end.

MELIAN

  • Who is she? Though she originally served in the gardens of Lorien in Valinor, Melian was more famous for her time as Queen of the Sindar in Doriath.
  • Clame to fame: During the First Age, Melian kept Doriath safe from Morgoth and his armies through the creation and maintenance of a sort of forcefield, called the Girdle of Melian. For about 500 years she managed to keep all enemies out (with a couple very special exceptions, but Fate got in the way for those two.) And while it’s never mentioned whether Morgoth or Sauron themselves tried to break through the Girdle, it means something that they never even tried.

OSSE

  • Who is he? One of Ulmo’s servants, Osse tends to focus on coastal waters and storms. He was nearly recruited by Morgoth in the beginning, but was saved from making that mistake by his wife Uinen. Osse had a good relationship with the Teleri elves, and taught them a lot about ships.
  • Clame to fame: The reason Morgoth tried to recruite Osse in the first place is because he “hated the sea, for he could not subdue it.” If Morgoth wanted to recruit Osse because he had skills that Morgoth did not, it should be assumed that he was pretty powerful.

SAURON

  • Who is he? Originally a servant of Aule, Sauron started following Morgoth instead pretty early on. He was considered to be Morgoth’s strongest servant, and was responsible for a lot of evil in Middle Earth, even before Morgoth’s defeat.
  • Claim to fame: When saying that he once served Aule, Tolkien tells us that Sauron “remained mighty in the lore of that people.” To be remembered in any way positively, after all the evil he did, tells me that he must have been pretty impressive. And in the later ages, he causes enough trouble to prompt the Valar to send the Istari to Middle Earth to deal with him.

THE ISTARI

  • Who are they? Five Maiar who were sent to Middle Earth to combat Sauron. They were sent with limited powers, though, so they’re kind of a strange case.
  • Claim to fame: Because of the limit put on their power, I don’t think that any of the Istari could really contend for “most powerful” while in Middle Earth. Many have argued that, in their original forms, they might have been as powerful, if not more, than Sauron. But we have so little information on this that it’s hard to say (if interested, though, see this post.) Aside from traditional, military power, though, it’s worth noting that Olorin (later known as Gandalf) was directly identified as “wisest of the Maiar.”

SOURCES: The Silmarillion, The Histories of Middle Earth (various volumes)