Name: The Silmarillion
ISBN: 9780618126989

J.R.R. Tolkien

The Silmarillion

me when water mentioned. me when the allure of the sea is present across life and it calls to all. me when water is the all powerful thing of life. waterrrrr

laine

…but of all these water they most greatly praised. And it is said by the Eldar that in water there lives yet the echo of the Music of the Ainur more than in any substance else that is in this Earth; and many of the Children of Ilúvatar hearken still unsated to the voices of the Sea, and yet know not for what they listen.

this being one of the best fantasy lore drops of all time.

And deep in their dark hearts the Orcs loathed the Master whom they served in fear, the maker only of their misery. This it may be was the vilest deed of Melkor, and the most hateful to Ilúvatar.

love this because he’s evil for his own reasons. he doesn’t need The Evil of All Evil to dictate his anger or teach him. just his own ambitions and his wife.

Melkor indeed declared afterwards that Fëanor had learned much art from him… but he lied in his lust and his envy, for none of the Eldalië ever hated Melkor more than Fëanor son of Finwë[.] … For Fëanor was driven by the fire of his own heart only, working ever swiftly and alone; and he asked the aid and sought the counsel of none… save only and for a little while of Nerdanel the wise, his wife.

It came to pass during the second age of the captivity of Melkor that Dwarves came over the Blue Mountains of Ered Luin into Beleriand. Themselves they named Khazâd, but the Sindar called them Naugrim, the Stunted People, and Gonnhirrin, Masters of Stone.

From this time forth were reckoned the Years of the Sun. … In that time the air of Middle-earth became heavy with the breath of growth and mortality, and the changing and ageing of all things was hastened exceedingly; life teemed upon the soil and in the waters in the Second Spring of Arda, and the Eldar increased, and beneath the new Sun Beleriand grew green and fair.

… while the new world fell away, the old road, and the path of the memory of the West still went on, as it were a mighty bridge invisible that passed through the air of breath and of flight (which were bent now as the world was bent)… where the Valar still dwell and watch the unfolding of the story of the world.

The Silmarillion

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