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All hail Eärendil
for Elf-folk and Mortal-kind
sent once to intercede,
seeking for grace,
help against hell-powers,
from the holy Valar,
Lords of the West ...
Pat Masson, "Hymn to Earendil", in the Summer 2026 issue of Forgotten Ground Regained
In Rings of Power S3, I want some detailed scenes of elves getting dressed so we can see how their clothes work.
You can have a detailed scene of every elf getting dressed, start to finish, in real time. Every time any named elf has a new outfit, you get to watch them putting it on. But the monkey's paw has decided that this takes up so much screentime that the plot barely advances all season, so you don't get to see anything else you might also have been looking forward to.
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This issue of the magazine devoted to modern alliterative verse edited by Paul D. Deane (available online and as PDF) includes new and selected poems in alliterative verse set in or addressing the Legendarium.
The poems are by:
Dorothy Nielsen, Tolkien’s Revelation
Patricia Masson, Hymn to Earendil
Dawn Felagund, Crossing Forest River
Rio Wulfmare, Star-Moment
Zdenka, The Making of Angrist
Zdenka, The Choices of Lady Éowyn
Matthew Dickerson, A Good King
Himring, Ëarendil the Seafarer
Zdenka, The Death of Bëor the Old
Nate Beeton, Farewell to Bëor
Nate Beeton, The Star Enlaced
Lisa Cooper, Rain in the Wood
Savannah Horrell, The Archeology of Doggerland and Old Beleriand
Cliff Jones Jr., Marching Orders
Quincy R. Lehr, From “The Tale of the Sad King”
Math Jones, Tolkien Dreams
Colin Mackenzie, A Selcouth Tree
Susan Edwards, Slaying the Dragon
Susan Edwards, The Paths of the Dead
Paul D. Deane, The Song of Shadows
Chris Bolland, The Wight
Joseph Mathias, Middling Earth
The magazine also includes lovely artwork, reproduced with permission. There are also recs with links for even more poems.
Thank you to @silmalope for allowing us to use her artwork featuring Elwing and Eārendil together with my poem that also features those two characters!
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The swan ships of the Teleri were tall, high, gilded things, glittering with many-colored banners and lights. They shone under their lanterns like stars in the dark sea. They would be garlanded in flowers for dances, and the music had soaked into their boards and echoed out—until, they say, the very end. They had sung a spinning dance tune, high and forlorn, when they burned. It had faltered as the boards cracked and kindled, and crumbled to ash.
And Vingilotë, their kinswoman, is sleek and sharp and quiet as death. She is fair, yes, fair and graceful. She could not be otherwise, crafted as she was, beloved of Círdan the Shipwright and Eärendil the Mariner. She is fair like the neck of a heron or the edge of a knife.
She was built for a desperate, wretched journey against enchantment and the wrathful sea. She was built in fear and mourning and the cold hope of the doomed.
She is fair and bright and very small amidst the sea.
Here's my piece for the LOTR Musical Ephemera Extravaganza! It's a scarf, woven by Arwen and gifted to Frodo before he left on his journey back to the Shire after the destruction of the ring.
Did I buy a loom and teach myself how to weave for this project? Maybe, but I'd say this event gave me more of a... little nudge out of the door, seeing as I'd been wanting to learn ever since my first try at that weaving workshop back in March 🙂↕️
See below the cut for some more details about how I designed the scarf, a short fic, and a video of the weaving in progress:
I wanted to combine the blues of this yarn with the purples of the one on the far left to create something a little like a night sky, so I did a free hand warp that alternated between the colours and then wound both yarns on the shuttle to complete the effect in the weft.
And I went back and forth about how to incorporate the silver starlight, before I finally settled on the last minute almost sashiko style stitching you see at the ends of the scarf in the image above. This was hand stitched once it came off the loom and woven into the tassels to make it even more seamless.
There's a little of my singing in the video below, but I must say that I'm very untrained and my lung capacity isn't the same as it was since before Covid! You can watch the video on mute if you don't want to hear it.
The days that followed the crowning of the king were long and warm. Yet Frodo felt a chill as he watched his cousins playfully arguing over the packing of their ponies for the journey home.
He still couldn't reckon with how much they had changed. He remembered a time when Pippin would look up at him all starry eyed whenever they went tramping about the Shire together, but now he could barely keep up with her.
Frodo thought that it must have been all the time he spent apart from his cousins and the rest of the fellowship that made him feel at such a loss. He had been so single minded in his quest and in the notion that he wouldn't make it back, he never considered what would happen if he did.
Yet there was still no accounting for the chill in his bones or the melancholy he felt as he realised just how much his cousins had grown in his absence.
When he heard the king calling his name, he looked over to see him approach with the queen on his arm, and almost forgot to bow.
"Please, Frodo," he murmured, as he reached out and lifted him up by the arm. "You know there's no need for that between us."
With a little smile tugging at the corner of his lips, Frodo replied, "If only I had known when we first met. I might not have been so rude to you."
Strider laughed. "We are a long way from Bree. And I was not a pleasing sight in those days."
Yet now, he and his lady were resplendent in the morning sun. The light was captured in the silver white of the king's crown and the woven fabric that was draped over the queen's arm.
When she saw Frodo looking at it, Arwen stepped forward and offered the weave to him. "I hope that this gift may bring you comfort when the memory of fear and darkness troubles you."
Once it was in his hands, he saw that it was a scarf of startling beauty, made in the colours of an early evening sky. Pale blue with hints of purple the same shade as the queen's dress. And shot through the ends of the scarf, like starlight dancing across the dark waters of the Great River Anduin when it seemed as though all hope was failing, were long and delicate threads of silver.
Frodo had a faint memory of waking in Rivendell all those months ago to Arwen weaving in his room. He could see the shape of her through the canopy of his bed, singing gently to the rhythmic sound of her work as she brought a tapestry to life with practised ease.
He was laying under a blanket that she made when word came of his imminent arrival. Ever curious as the nephew of a storyteller ought to be, Frodo asked her about it, and she explained that her kin had been weaving from the fibres of the wood since they set foot upon these lands.
He had carried a phial of the light of Eärendil’s star all the way from the lady of Lothlórien's hand to the very depths of Mordor. Yet he somehow he felt that the scarf was too fine a gift for him to accept.
When he said as much out loud, Arwen shook her head. "It is only small in light of all that you have done. May it keep you warm on the journey home and every journey thereafter."
He looked down at the scarf and felt the fabric between his fingers. It was soft as the sound of her voice and softer still when Strider reached out and gently wrapped it around Frodo's neck. "Our lives are woven together, yours and mine," he murmured. "You will be honoured in these lands until the end of days."
The second of my three songs for the LOTR-musical ephemera extravaganza! This one takes lyrics from Arwen's song from the musical, 'Song of Hope', in which she sings of her hope for Aragorn's return. Here, I've imagined it as a choral piece sung at their wedding, as Arwen enters the room. I love how the fugue in this tune plays with the lyrics.
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Composer: R. Herron, 1826 (alto part from Harmonia Sacra, 1866)
This is the first of three songs I've thrown together for this year's LOTR-musical-at-the-Watermill anniversary fest, aka the ephemera extravaganza! The prompt was to create something which could have been made in-universe, so in each of these, I've taken song lyrics from the musical, set them to a Sacred Harp tune, and come up with a scenario in which the characters might sing them.
These lyrics were originally sung by the Rangers of the Shire in the London production, during The Road Goes On (otherwise sung by Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin). Here, I've imagined that this is a popular Ranger walking song, reimagined by Aragorn's Ranger comrades into a choral piece to be sung at his wedding with Arwen. I'm picturing them singing it as he walks into the room for the first time.
"A parchment drawing of our Lady Isilmë of Minas Ithil, holding the Palantir, depicted with the blossoming flowers of the White Tree. The beloved daughter of the Lord of Minas Ithil, she was known for her love of books, music, and scholarly pursuits than that of the courts. She had been the chosen match for Prince Eärnur, but it was not fated to be so; soon after the enemy laid siege to Minas Ithil and she was given charge to protect the Palantir. No tale now tells of her fate.
This parchment was among the possessions smuggled by refugees out of the city, and one of the few depictions of her in the old style of Gondorian illuminated paintings."
- A Scholar of Minas Tirith, T.A 3012
Isilmë for @merilles for Art Fight 2026! This was all completely new to me and super experimental. It took me WAY longer than I thought it would. I played Pentiment recently and was very inspired by medieval manuscript art! I like to think this would be one of the items that Talion might find in Shadow of War...
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