Today, I am a bunch of stuff, the result of a lot of experiences that I've lived throughout many occasions and situations with plenty of people in several places all over.
I'm still extremely loveable, though... and yet very coy, albeit highly candid. I'm a walking contradiction and a living, breathing paradox.
P.S.: a word of advice, "expect the best, be prepared for the worst, fuck what others think and do your own thing".
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![“At last worn by haste and the long road (for forty leagues and more had he journeyed without rest) [Túrin] came with the first ice of winter to the pools of Ivrin, where before he had been healed. But they were now only a frozen mire, and he could drink there no more.
Thence he came to the passes into Dor-lómin, and snow came bitterly from the North, and the ways were perilous and cold. Though three and twenty years were gone since he had trodden that path, it was graven in his heart, so great was the sorrow of each step at the parting from Morwen.
Thus at last he came back to the land of his childhood. It was bleak and bare; and the people there were few and churlish, and they spoke the harsh tongue of the Easterlings, and the old tongue was become the language of serfs, or of foes. Therefore Túrin walked warily, hooded and silent, and he came at last to the house that he sought.”
— Narn i Chîn Húrin | The Children of Húrin, Chapter XII - The Return of Túrin to Dor-lómin](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_md8hpig7Aa1qdy86vo1_500.jpg)
“At last worn by haste and the long road (for forty leagues and more had he journeyed without rest) [Túrin] came with the first ice of winter to the pools of Ivrin, where before he had been healed. But they were now only a frozen mire, and he could drink there no more.
Thence he came to the passes into Dor-lómin, and snow came bitterly from the North, and the ways were perilous and cold. Though three and twenty years were gone since he had trodden that path, it was graven in his heart, so great was the sorrow of each step at the parting from Morwen.
Thus at last he came back to the land of his childhood. It was bleak and bare; and the people there were few and churlish, and they spoke the harsh tongue of the Easterlings, and the old tongue was become the language of serfs, or of foes. Therefore Túrin walked warily, hooded and silent, and he came at last to the house that he sought.”
The Gates of Sirion was the cavernous mouth in the southern hills of the Andram where the River Sirion emerged from its underground course. The Gates were located three leagues southward of the Falls of Sirion where the river plunged below the Andram south of the Aelin-uial.
“Hail Eärendil, of mariners most renowned, the looked for that cometh at unawares, the longed for that cometh beyond hope!
Hail Eärendil, bearer of the light before the Sun and Moon! Splendour of the Children of Earth, star in the darkness, jewel in the sunset, radiant in the morning!”
(Source: flickr.com)
Nenseldë the Wingild, card art for Middle-earth Collectible Card Game by Ted Nasmith.
Mermaids, or water spirits, were creatures only mentioned fleetingly in the earliest versions of the tales of Arda and linguistic writings of the Eldar.
Characteristics
The mermaids were part of what apparently was a three-fold division of the lesser Ainu spirits: sylphs (spirits of the air), sprites (spirits of the earth), and water spirits.
Names and divisions
A basic division of two groups of water spirits, with their Elvish names, are given as follow:
- Oarni (troop of Ossë): “spirits of the sea”
- Falmaríni and Wingildi (troop of Ossë): “spirits of the sea-foam”
Also mentioned are flathwin or -nir ”foam fay”, and nendil, nennil ”waterfay”.
The later legendarium
As the mermaids are not mentioned in later versions of the legendarium, it might be that Tolkien envisioned these creatures as the “servants and helpers” of the Maiar (mentioned in later versions of Elven chronicles) — lesser spirits that would have remained in Middle-earth (and would thus perhaps be equivalent to the Faeries). As Tolkien never cared to elaborate much on these “lesser Maiar” in the texts used by his son Christopher when preparing the published The Silmarillion, one could speculate on how much Tolkien would have retained or rejected of this earlier conception.
Wow, that’s something right there I didn’t know, very interesting. Living and learning.
I want Abaddon to come back to her vessel, with her body all burned up. I’ll be freaking awesome! I don’t want another vessel :’(
In Assassin’s Creed 2, when Ezio first gets the Armour of Altair, I immediately put back Giovanni’s robes on right after. In fact, I never once have dyed Ezio’s robes....
