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I'm not sure why I felt like writing such a long story about the daughter of a one-line hobbit from the LOTR appendices, but so it goes.  Here's the first chapter.  I'm not quite sure about the second chapter so I'm keeping it to ferment for a couple days. Hopefully it won't grow too much more worldbuilding because it's got more than it needs of that already. 

There and Back Again to Norbury of the Kings.
Three hundred years after Angmar first arose in the North-kingdom, the successor kingdom of Arthedain still stands against the Witch-king of Angmar, though Rhudaur and Cardolan have fallen.

Not that the war bothers Marcho’s daughter Bagmē Blōma, half-Fallowhide, half-Harfoot, fifteen years old and all opinions. She’s got other things on her mind.
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I wrote two short fics set during the Angmar Wars.

World Ending? Pub. - about Firiel, wife of Arvedui

One who cannot cast away a treasure at need is in fetters - about Arvedui and Aranarth, to support my idea that hanging onto the palantiri for dear life was the reason that Arvedui ended up in the North needing rescuing by Cirdan.

Someone told me that a series about the Angmar Wars was bound to be very depressing, so of course I am now trying to write a jolly story about the Founding of the Shire. 

Plus, finally completed one slightly longer story (well, only 5000ish words but longer than the other two, anyway) about Elrond, Earendil and Gil-galad in the Fourth Age of Middle-earth:

Two Peredhil and an Elf in a Boat
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I finished writing my Tolkien RSB story, Angmar Rising. It's a story about Glorfindel arriving in Rivendell in the Third Age and having an adventure in Rhudaur.

The art I wrote for was a picture of Glorfindel in armour looking back at himself in the years of peace by Sempermoi, and it's very well done. 

I had terrible trouble getting to the end of the story and eventually wrote the end in a great rush close to the deadline.  Next year I really am going to give TRSB a miss: I think I prefer to do writing in the winter and doing sunny day things when the sun is here. 

 

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The tale of Dáin Ironfoot, told loosely in the style of a saga of Iceland (in English translation).

Jarakrisafis posted a prompt to LOTR Secret Santa 2023 that said "I remember as a teenager reading the Silmarillion for the first time and wishing there was more about Dàin Ironfoot than was in the book and the appendices" specifying book rather than movie canon.

I read that and thought, ah, what an absolutely fascinating idea! I'm sure I could write that in a few hours! Also, what if I wrote it roughly in the style of an english translation of a saga from thirteenth century Iceland?

Several months later... it's 12,000+ words. Whoops. It will be posted in chapters rather than the whole thing at once.

Dáin's Saga

Eregion

Oct. 22nd, 2023 01:28 am
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I have ended up writing more about Eregion again: specifically its fall, in Speak Friend and Enter.  And I have another Second Age Eregion work slowly underway.

To help with all of this, I made a map of Eregion, aiming for the period around 1600 when the Ring was forged.  

Here's the thinking behind it: 

Eregion is largely a wooded landscape.  Some of the trees have been felled to build the city of Ost-in-Edhil, and to provide fuel, but I think the woods would be preserved. Celeborn and his people came with Galadriel to establish Eregion, bringing Doriathrin forest agriculture skills with them.  

Perhaps Galadriel has even tried planting mallorn trees here, though they did not take as well as they did in Lorien later, and vanished when there were no longer Elves in Eregion to look after them. The woods would be a source of materials, fuel, and bark, but also a place where the Elves would hunt, particularly deer. 

At the end of the Third Age, when the Fellowship walked through Eregion, they noticed ancient remains, paved roads and worked stones.  I am inclined to think some of these may have been Numenorean remnants from the early Third Age, rather than remains of Eregion, simply because of the 4760 years between the Fall of Eregion and the War of the Ring. Eregion/Hollin doesn't seem to be mentioned as being part of Arnor, but it is quite close to the Numenorean settlement of Tharbad.

(On the other hand, Eregion did specialise in the technologies of preservation, if the Rings are anything to go by.  Still, a nearly 5000 year old road still recognisable as such tests my imagination somewhat.)

I am not sure if Elvish Eregion would have had the wide paved roads mentioned in Lord of the Rings.  I think the roads I have marked on the map above were probably green roads, used for walking routes, occasional horse riders, and perhaps livestock droving, and that the paved roads may have come later.   

Of course, the paved leading to Khazad-dûm with its wide climbing loops as described in LOTR,  may have been a dwarf-road. The creation of loops to reduce the climb suggests that perhaps it was designed for use by heavy carts.  There is no wide lake before the Doors, of course.  That was created by damming the Gatestream, Sirannon, some time in the late Third Age. 

At any rate. Tharbad does exist in 1600SA, but it's fairly new, and primarily a fort defending Numenorean timber extraction operations: there's no bridge yet, and the bogs and marshes along the line of the Swanfleet river are wide and shallow, with several small islands.  

This land will all be drained later, either by Numenor, or perhaps by the new powers of Arnor and Gondor, building the road through Tharbad to connect Northkingdom and Southkingdom.  But not yet.   The forests that used to lie around the river Gwathlo have mostly been felled by Numenor, but there are some left, and most of those will be burned during Sauron's campaign. 

I've given Celeborn a house outside Ost-in-Edhil. Given his well-documented distrust of Dwarves, I feel that he probably wouldn't be very comfortable in the city with the greatest friendship ever known between Dwarves and Elves. Also, during the fall of Eregion, Celeborn was present and joined Elrond's rescue force that was swept away into the north, to found Rivendell, and that would be more likely if Celeborn's usual haunts were at the northern end of Eregion.  I've drawn his house with two long wings and a tower, and I'm inclined to think that the tower was Galadriel's idea, and was made of stone, but the wings were made of carven wood.  There are other settlements scattered across northern Eregion through the woods, but no cities of any size: these are homes for Elves to use particularly in winter. 

When the Fellowship stopped on the road from the Redhorn Gate, they stopped at a hill topped by a few trees, and ringed with large rocks.  I've decided this was probably a way-meet, where two paths originally passed, and the trees are distant descendents of those planted by the Elves. The rocks might be remnants of late fortifications from the siege, perhaps linked to real-world myths about crossroads and waymeets. 

The wide shallow bird-haunted Swanfleet is probably a useful food source for Tharbad, as well as the elves of southern Eregion and the Men of the great woods of Eriador.  All of them hunt in the marshes for birds and eggs.  

I think perhaps the Numenoreans of Tharbad (they all call themselves Numenorean, though even at this early date, some of them have never seen Numenor) mostly hunt on land, in the reedbeds. They are more comfortable with deep water ships than small boats. 

The Elves of Eregion make long shallow punts that are driven with paddles or long poles, which allows them to hunt birds in season on the water with bows or falcons. 

The marshes are also grazing land for cattle, the herds of the original inhabitants of the land along the Gwathlo river. They have been here for a very long time, long before Eregion was established, trading cheese, milk and leather with the dwarves of Khazad-dûm in return for metal: mostly in the form of knives, pots, pans and needles. 

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Once upon a time, JRR Tolkien wrote a fairy-tale retelling, an attempt to reconstruct an alternative version of the ancient poem called Beowulf*, and he called it Sellic Spell: 'strange tale' or 'wondrous tale'.

Once upon a time, on the long road home from the Lonely Mountain, Bilbo Baggins and Gandalf travelled with Beorn to his home and spent the winter with him before they crossed the mountains. On a winter's night while the snow fell, Beorn told a tale of his forebears.

The Wondrous Tale of the Bee-Wolf  (8635 words, gen) 


* flavoured with a 'foundling in a bear cave' plot device from Hrólfs saga kraka.
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Tolkien Gateway says that the short story Sellic Spell is "re-creating the (lost) folk-tale underlying the Norse Hrólfs saga kraka" which was translated by one of Tolkien's students and over that translation, there seems to be some copyright dispute.

But my copy of Beowulf, A Translation and Commentary together with Sellic Spell says Sellic Spell is a retelling of Beowulf, and indeed, that's how I took it when I read it, because it seemed to be directly derived from the Beowulf story.

I get that both stories are operating in a similar sort of space, and I haven't read Hrólfs saga kraka in translation (or original!) but the Wikipedia entry for Hrólfs saga kraka doesn't sound very Beowulfy, whereas Sellic Spell does. And Christopher Tolkien says 'Beowulf' and Tolkien's note about it also says 'Beowulf'.

On the other hand, 'no, this really isn't a retelling of a source I've never read, you've got it wrong, I am the correct one!' is an order of correction of Tolkien Gateway that I don't normally undertake, as a very non-studious fanwriter who is simply in the process of stealing ideas from Sellic Spell to mung it up with The Hobbit.

Does anyone know any more about this? Why would TG think it was Hrólfs saga kraka ?
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 I DID manage to get my first FTH story written by the deadline.  It's here :

Fear Fire Foes

The War of Wrath has been raging for thirty-five years. Now the Enemy has found a new strategy. He’s set a trap.

The request was for  a hurt/comfort story with Elrond and Elros offering comfort to Maedhros and Maglor. It seemed to work out well enough in the end though I got stuck for ages.  I may have maxed out on writing First Age Tolkien stories, at least for a while.

Then I wrote a surprisingly quick thing about a ghostly Boromir:

A Leaf of the White Tree
Boromir falls. The fate of everything he loves rides on Frodo's doomed quest: how can he leave, with so much left unfinished? Boromir's ghost watches as the War of the Ring blossoms into a peace that he had never really believed was possible.

It's been ages since I wrote more than 2000 words in a day! 

Then I painted a couple of things. One was Fishguard Harbour, which I seem to have failed to photograph (yet).  I should photograph that and make another post for it    

And the other was this, which I call 
 The Opening of the West-gate of Khazad-dûm
 


Two young holly-bushes were planted either side of the new Doors. There was singing and dancing and drinking all night long, and lights like stars were strung along the valley to light the revels,  until the Morning Sun came up and began to peer out of the East over the tops of the Misty Mountains. 
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 I just watched the last episode of the Amazon Rings of Power series, and am left overall with a feeling that the whole thing was very pretty, but somehow oddly small-scale, and full of missed opportunity. 

I'm not entirely sure how I would have felt about it if I'd just watched it on its own, rather than seeing it heavily trailered, discussed, dissected and panned for weeks and weeks, which inevitably has an effect.  I'm sure I wouldn't have noticed some of the weak points, such as the infamous printed-on scale armour. 

It also didn't help that I'd been part of a long Second-Age roleplaying campaign that made a lot more effort to fit itself around the maps and events recorded in the various books, and have also written a few things set in that long empty time period, which again, I feel, fitted themselves reasonably convincingly around the dates and locations.  Amazon was never going to tell the story the way I had told it to myself, and having made the timeline work for myself, I was never going to be happy with the idea of clumsily smooshing together the story in the interest of attempting to create a not-very-surprising surprise. 

But I'm fairly sure that the painfully awkward dialogue would have seemed painful all on its own.  And their Finrod.  Argh.  There are no words for how awkward his scenes felt, though I think Gil-galad was actually worse. Also the weird anti-halfelven prejudice against Elrond, which is nowhere in the text. Anything involving Valinor is complicated and difficult to do at the best of time, and I don't think they carried it off. 

There were good things.  Robert Aramayo made a surprisingly convincing Elrond, and I liked his friendship with Durin and his wife.  The Numenorean ships were impressively weird, though oddly few in number.  I liked the social darkness to the pre-hobbit Harfoot backstory.  I thought Arondir and Adar, two of the original characters from the storyline set in pre-Mordor, were both compelling characters. 

But apart from that... I don't know if I want to go on watching.  I might wait till the end and then dip in and out, I suppose.  
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and my two stories were: 

Swan-feather Song

Tuor and Idril sailed away into the West, and were lost. But how did that happen, and what came next?

I really can't decide if I like this story or not.  It somehow feels like it's not as entertaining as it should be for the amount of effort I put into it. 


Whereas the other one came much more easily, and I think is probably a better story even if it was quicker and shorter.  

When Summer Warms the Hanging Fruit and Burns the Berry Brown

Rúnar of the Vanyar and Minyen of the Avari were born in Middle-earth, long before the rising of the Sun. One went to Valinor and followed Yavanna, but the other wandered far from the lake of Cuivienen into the great forests of the south of Middle-earth. Neither ever came into any tale of Beleriand, but both of them in different ways felt the power of Yavanna.

And the art I submitted was this one: the Shiremoot Zoom Meeting.

I'm not sure I'm wild about the execution, but I am still very delighted by Gaffer Gamgee having a potato avatar. 

The story for this was You Have No Authority Here, Lobelia Sackville-Baggins and it made me laugh out loud at several points. 

 

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I feel like I've done little arty stuff for ages. My concentration has not been good this year.  But I did make this. I could do with getting back to having a regular Art Day, even if not actually doing classes, probably.

I did manage to finally complete two stories for the Innumerable Stars exchange: my assignment, and a treat.   It did feel like pushing custard uphill without a bowl, a bit, but still.  I wrote!

And I have written about 500 words this week on another story, (The Siege of Khazad-dûm: my Rescued Celebrimbor AU, languishing unfinished for far too long) which is also progress.

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First one: an Old Gondolin, from my Return to Aman world where Gondolin has reappeared to be visited by Bilbo and Glorfindel in the Fourth Age.



This is pretty much a paint-along with Colin-the-Art, except that I substituted a ship for the rocks.  A handy tutorial on painting in the style of Turner.

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Over the festive period I felt that I hadn't done much arting for a little while, so I put some effort into it.   Now my brain seems to have entirely tuned itself in to visual stuff and I don't seem to be able to concentrate on writing!  I am actually doing fairly well on concentrating on work for a change, though, so not all bad...

But it would be so nice to feel in charge of what my brain does instead of it just behaving like Rosie and randomly moving off in its own direction, towing me behind it without any real indication of why... 

Also, I am getting to the end of my fully written, edited and beta-read chapters of Rexque Futurus, having just published Chapter 9 (and introduced Jormundgandr to begin the downfall of London).   I have made some progress on the unfinished chapters 12-15, but I could really do with getting going on those now, otherwise I shall have to break my chapter-a-week streak, which would be sad.

Anyway, here's a fairly quick watercolour Celegorm & Huan in Valinor.
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More art under the cut! )
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It's taken me a while to complete this: arrival of puppy proved timeconsuming.

After part 1...

Pan out from the quest for the Numenorean Prince Irimon to a wider scale:the great unknown lands in the East of Middle-earth, for there are many forces moving as Sauron's plans begin to fruit and grow, in Raku, across the great grassy Plains of Alcar, in the great Harad desert and as far south as Ibavi.  We moved to a Huge Map, where we could see the many forces moving.

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But the people in them come and go, and since this year was the fifth and final year of Akallabutts the Roleplaying Game, our part has now ended at last, and we have now fallen out of the tale.  So, with luck, this account of our journeyings should be shorter than the previous years... (she says, hope triumphing over experience again.  Though, it better had be because it's taken me ages to write it on this laptop because the screen keeps turning itself off.  Possibly this is a Hint.   If so, I'm not taking it.

All the photos below are clickable to expand, but I'm putting them in small because there are a shedload of them. )

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That will do for now. There is more!  I knew this wouldn't be as short as I had hoped...

Arty Stuff

Aug. 10th, 2019 06:33 pm
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It’s hard to work out,with art, what is ‘good enough’ to show online, to give to people as a gift,  and most of all, to sell.  I am still struggling to work it out. If I paint something, and show it in one place – on tumblr, say, or on Deviantart – and it doesn’t get many people interested, in terms of likes or reblogs or whatever metric you use is that because I didn’t show it to enough people, or because it’s not of a high enough standard for anyone to be interested in it yet, and so I need to work for longer on technique? Or is the subject only of interest to me?  Or should I take a new approach to what I make?

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Anyway, on Friday I made this in art class (well, I made some of it last week but this is the finished version.) It was supposed to be a 'how to paint mist' practice, but I'm pleased with it beyond a practice piece.   The figure is inspired by a free stock photo by Marcus Ranum, who is a very public-spirited soul who enjoys taking highly professional stock photos and giving them away to people to use for art.  I'm not sure I've quite managed to catch the texture of silk, but it's not bad.  I probably can take from this that I should work harder at sourcing reference photos..


More pics, more wittering below cut. Pics less good than the top one, I fear. )

OOF

Jul. 23rd, 2019 06:24 pm
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33 degrees C today in Cornwall, and that is WAY too hot. We are not accustomed!

I refused to walk Rosie this morning, because it was already baking when I woke up. I'll take her for a late evening walk instead.  By a stream, probably.

Did try doing a bit of outdoor painting on walk on Sunday, but had to give up because Rosie got bored and also there was a horsefly.  I do hate horseflies!

Tried to finish it off later, but I didn't have a camera with me and so had to work from memory: I don't think I got the light quite right.  Still, it's all practice.

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Ulmo, Lord of Waters, with dolphins, an orca (not an orc) a Horn, and a little ship for a hat. 


Yesterday we had a lazy outdoor lunch, and I drew/painted this copper beech tree from life. Not sure about the figures, but then I was drawing in intervals between absorbing a large slice of cake.


Today I did a long walk through pine woods with Rosie Roo: a new walk, from Scrubtor, which is Across the Tamar. The scent of the pine trees in the sunlight was truly beautiful: richer than the scent often is later in the year, with a sort of roundness to it that reminded me of ripe blackberries: I think that may have been the smell of the wet soil drying out, since we have had a good deal of rain.

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I decided to go ahead and overpaint the shadows from the photo that I took. This was photographed in non-directional grey north light, but doesn't look like it!
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He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beachen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering.


The first time I photographed this, the camera took a rather dark photo, and lightening it made it a little over-bright and lost some of the subtlety of colouring, so I decided to see what would happen if I photographed it in a sunbeam. I'm now wondering whether to literally overpaint with those shadows, so the original will gain that more directional lighting.

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