Westron Names That Are Anglicized Instead Of Translated 

They had overnight flower delivery in the 1890s??

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Breaking news of the day! Most characters who die in the Quenta Silmarillion die violently! I expect zero people who have read The Silmarillion to be surprised by that.

In other news, if you’re a Silmarillion character, simply knowing Túrin Turambar at some point in his relatively brief existence is just about as deadly as getting involved in the centuries-long pursuit of the Silmarils.

This is all in good fun, folks, because I can’t be the only person who likes crunching Silmarillion death stats on a Friday. But if you want the dull details on how I determined what went where, it’s below the jump.

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Celebrimbor: So here are my designs for the gates.

Narvi: Darling, I asked for a riddle, not a dumb pun; you can’t put the password directly on the doors, that’s not safe!

Much later

Gandalf: *Spends hours trying to find the password to the Gates of Moria*

Celebrimbor: *Watching from the Halls of Mandos* VINDICATION!!!

a tip for when you're looking for something

I, like many autistics (and, from what I've seen, like my friends the ADHDers), absolutely suck at finding things. Set it down on my desk, and poof, it's gone. If I'm looking for something I haven't seen in days? No luck.

But recently, my dad taught me a trick--don't look for the thing. Ask if what you see is what you want to find.

Looking for the pink sticky notes in your drawer? Don't just aimlessly go "where the fuck are my pink sticky notes?"; instead, examine each thing and say "what's that? Tape. What's that? A pen. What's that? A candy wrapper. What's that? OH IT'S MY PINK STICKY NOTES!"

Same concept for finding a certain book on your bookshelf. "Where's Lord of The Rings?" isn't very helpful; going "That's the Hunger Games, that's Cinder, and that's LOTR" is.

Same concept for food in the fridge. "That's milk, that's eggs, that's the cheese I was looking for".

Same concept for basically anything you're looking for. I don't know 100% why it works, but I'd have to guess that by eliminating the general "sweep around" type of searching and forcing yourself to actually look, your brain can't do the weird little "let everything fade into the clutter" thing that a lot of ND brains (and some NT brains!) do.

I hope this can help someone! :D

my therapist: ancient greek man-faced crab drachma isn't real, it can't hurt you

ancient greek man-faced crab drachma:

Elrond: Why do you look so happy?

Thranduil: Because it's autumn.

Elrond: Yes, and?

Thranduil: Spooktober, Peredhel, Spooktober.

Thranduil: And you know what that means? The wild giant spiders finally have a use! Free decorations!

Thranduil: *shakes Elrond violently*

I absolutely love that hobbits have such a low threshold for weirdness or "not like folks round here" that a Ringwraith doesn't register as more than just a rather odd customer. because everyone is a rather odd customer. you're already tall and dressed funny, sure, you may as well have no face and hiss at people

I’ll just let the piece speak for itself.

Mood.

Gotta love fics where people just move into the shire and become honorary hobbits. Thorin? Let him reshire. Maglor? Shire. Fuckin Feanor? Put him in the shire. Now I want to see it with Morgoth and Sauron. Depower them and stick them in the shire and watch them become the old married couple of very tall eccentric hobbits

This sword was made by the Elves and will glow blue when orcs are around. Green means it's fully charged, red means it needs a recharge. Blinking red means there's a software update.