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there are some hurts that go too deep; that have taken hold.

It is the shield-arm that is maimed; but the chief evil comes through the sword-arm. In that there now seems no life, although it is unbroken.

Written for terrifying tolkien week. Contains hallucinations and self-mutilation. Sorry Eowyn.

There are no dreams. Above all, it is never a dream.

She keeps a vial of athelas with her at all times, and at the worst moment she uncaps it with practiced fingers to crush a leaf under her nose. It’s so little, but it helps. All she has left are the little things.

Sometimes her body gets so cold she thinks she will shatter by moving. The dull, bone-deep ache in her shield arm returns, familiar and manageable. That wound she can bear.

“My arm is not alive.” She speaks aloud to the darkness as her husband sleeps beside her. She hasn’t been sleeping. Not for a long time.

Faramir wakes at the sound of her voice, blinking but quickly alert. It’s a skill he needed, one which kept him alive. Now it has become yet another scar. He looks from her eyes to the pale hand resting on the bedcovers, folded as neatly. “What are you saying?”

“It’s dead,” she tries again. “The flesh, it isn’t mine. It went cold the day that I—that day.”

Faramir takes her hand in his, and he kisses her fingers, her palm, her veins. “It’s only the night’s chill,” he murmurs into your skin. “I can feel your warmth. Your pulse.”

It’s not my pulse, she wants to say. There’s something else moving inside me.

She draws the hand away.

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Warped records?

A lifesaver for anyone who’s ever copped a steal at a market only to find their 50p holy grail roll like a wave machine when played back at home, Canadian audio company TTW developed an outer periphery record clamp back a few years back to flatten warped records and reduce any unwanted distortion.

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OFFICIAL TAG: #terrifying tolkien 

ATTENTION TOLKIEN FANS: As you know, we will be having Terrifying Tolkien Week, a week  dedicated to all things Tolkien and terrifying! It will be occuring August 1st-7th. 

You are not obligated to follow these prompts! They’re just to help get the creative juices flowing! :)

MAKE SURE TO TAG ALL YOUR POSTS WITH WARNINGS SO THOSE THAT ARE RIGGERED CAN AVOID THEM!

if horror isn’t your thing, block the tags #terrifying tolkien week and #ttw.

make sure to tag for: body horror, cannibalism, blood & gore, torture, noncon, and other things that might trigger others. 

WRITING PROMPTS #ttww (terrifying tolkien week writing)

1; a somniloquy
2; one au/prompt 
3; “half-dead, half-sleeping”
4; another au/prompt
5; an elegy
6; revival
7; “we were here”

GRAPHIC/GIF/EDIT PROMPTS #ttwg (terrifying tolkien week graphic/gif)

1; one species
2; one location
3; one 
4; one quote
5; one au
6; another location
7; one scene

edit 7/31: ART PROMPTS 

1; alternative concept of a character/place/etc.
2; a piece emphasising the shadows
3; one au/prompt
4; danse macabre
5; “the same hands i crushed to keep from death”
6; walking echoes
7; half mad

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TERRIFYING TOLKIEN WEEK 4/?: T H E   P A T H S   O F   T H E   D E A D

The Paths of the Dead was a haunted pass through the White Mountains and the route by which Aragorn traveled from Rohan to Gondor. When Sauron attacked Gondor in S.A. 3429 and Isildur called upon the Men of the Mountains to honor their oath, they refused. Isildur then cursed them and their king, proclaiming that they would have no rest until the oath was fulfilled. The Men of the Mountains fled before Isildur’s wrath, hid in the mountains away from other men, and dwindled away. Thereafter their haunts, the hill of Erech and the Paths of the Dead, became places of terror to living men. [x]

OK, so real talk.  I have been putting off reading The Trouble With Faking It (Tumblr  FF  Ao3) because it had been getting such wild, flailing reviews that I had to wait until the stars were properly aligned to give it my due attention.

I JUST READ 20 CHAPTERS IN 1 SITTING AND I AM EMOTIONALLY COMPROMISED. I was not ready.  I am so engrossed. My chest actually felt pangs. My legs actually felt wobbles. Audible, very inhuman sounds escaped my lips.

I know I am super late to the game, but if you are not reading TTWFI you are completely missing out. This is not just me fangirl flailing over good fic (its that too, but still).  This is quality writing, exceptional characterization and compelling, dynamic storytelling at is best.  nowforruin you are a gift and a treasure.  Please never stop.  






wHAT ARE YOU DOING STILL SITTING THERE?? GO READ THE TROUBLE WITH FAKING IT RIGHT NOWWWWWWWW

Blood to dust
Oaths to ash
Voices to silence.

We are the forgotten,
the faithless,
the cursed.

“Ghosts” they call us.
“Oathbreakers.”
“The living dead.”

We do not want to be woken.
We do not want to be called.
We do not want to be saved.

Leave us.

Let us spend our time
In this prison of darkness
Threading eternity
through the bones of our fingers.

Leave us alone.

—  The Paths of the Dead.
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[Future Sting admits he couldn’t save his Rogue and has wanted to see him just once more in the past era.]

Bakasayu : I read some of your guys tags and I’m sorry if I killed your Koroko’s!! TW T I won’t delete the draft one just in case anyone liked either ones better lol

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Terrifying Tolkien Week, 2/?:   L A M M O T H

Lammoth was a shoreland region far to the northwest of Beleriand. It was where Ungoliant set upon Morgoth to attempt to gain the Silmarils. As Morgoth was being strangled he cried out in anguish and the echos of this shout remained in the land thereafter. [x]