#lammoth

Melkor running from Ungoliant.

Ungoliant herself is being chased by no one other than Spiders Georg.

Benny Hill music.

"IN A RAVINE SHE LIVED, AND TOOK SHAPE AS A SPIDER OF MONSTROUS FORM, WEAVING HER BLACK WEBS..."

PIC(S) INFO: Mega spotlight on a First Age piece titled "Melkor Calls Forth Ungoliant," artwork by renowned Tolkien Legendarium illustrator, John Howe, c. 2003.

"In a ravine she lived, and took shape as a spider of monstrous form, weaving her black webs in a cleft of the mountains. There she sucked up all light that she could find, and spun it forth again in dark nets of strangling gloom, until no light more could come to her abode; and she was famished. Now Melkor came to Avathar and sought her out; and he put on again the form that he had worn as the tyrant of Utumno: a dark Lord, tall and terrible. In that form he remained ever after.

There in the black shadows, beyond the sight even of Manwë in his highest halls, Melkor with Ungoliant plotted his revenge. But when Ungoliant understood the purpose of Melkor, she was torn between lust and great fear; for she was loath to dare the perils of Aman and the power of the dreadful Lords, and she would not stir from her hiding. Therefore Melkor said to her: "Do as I bid; and if thou hunger still when all is done, then I will give thee whatsoever thy lust may demand. Yea, with both hands." Lightly he made this vow, as he ever did; and he laughed in his heart. Thus did the great thief set his lure for the lesser.”

-- J.R.R. TOLKIEN, "The Silmarillion," page 73-74, "Of the Darkening of Valinor," published 1977

@tolkienlatamandcaribbeanweek​ day two | places ● nature | aysén, chile as the lammoth

It has been told that Fëanor and his sons came first of the Exiles to Middle-earth, and landed in the waste of Lammoth, the Great Echo, upon the outer shores of the Firth of Drengist. And even as the Noldor set foot upon the strand their cries were taken up into the hills and multiplied, so that a clamour as of countless mighty voices filled all the coasts of the North; and the noise of the burning of the ships at Losgar went down the winds of the sea as a tumult of great wrath, and far away all who heard that sound were filled with wonder.

The fact that it's a song specifically about a scream that echoes forever because the victim screaming is an ancient fallen (Lucifer-style/tier) god-archangel getting bitten by a primordial space spider that consumes light makes me laugh.

I mean, the first battle of Beleriand was fought there. Just imagine the battle taking place and there's lots of shouting and yelling and suddenly they hear Melkor's long, agonizing, bloodcurdling scream.

Edit: Imagine the screaming getting so bad even the orcs start covering their ears. It's that awful. Imagine everyone being so terrified of that inhuman scream and yet they have no idea where it's coming from. It seems to be coming from everywhere. After the battle no Noldor ever dared to cry out in that land ever again, not wanting to ever hear that dreadful cry ever again.

Imagine Fingon cradling his youngest brother's body in his arms, releasing a strangled cry of anguish, calling out for help-someone-anyone-

Melkor to the Balrogs: