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Rules Suggestion: Post the last sentence/line from your WIP or wherever you left off in your art. Then tag whomever. as many people as there are words in the sentence/line.

Tagging anyone who’s interested!

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From Chapter 38, “The Crow’s Nest” in The Elendilmir

Duin doffed his cap and turned to walk back to the town. The man, who looked like tattered nobility with his unshaven but fair face, carried himself with confidence, and yet his legs seemed a little wobbly on land, as if they missed the Sea. When he disappeared behind the rise, I steeled myself to return to the villa so that I might count my coins and tell Elerína of my plans for an utterly mad adventure.

From Chapter 11, “The Path’s Heart”  in The Writhen Pool

Mélamírë stiffened at Culinen's touch, her resentment not so easily cast aside, but Elrond's words, or rather the words of the ancient shaman, came back to her: to follow the path's heart, and that path meant forgiveness. She sank into her mother's embrace, finding no strength for everything she wished to say to her, but instead, let tears run down her face to dampen her mother's blouse.

From Chapter 2, “The Wine-Dark Sea” in Light Over the Mountain

Mélamírë, Master Smith of the Gwaith-i-Mírdain :: Crafting of Galadriel's Mirror "Calling upon the Threads of Vairë was never easy, and invariably she was nauseated, sometimes violently ill, afterward. But he had trained her to see them even if it was an exercise in which she engaged infrequently."

@finweanladiesweek day 6: Original Characters - Mélamírë (Grandaughter of Caranthir)

Mélamírë is my favourite OFC. Created by pandemonium_213 out of a need to link Robert J. Oppenheimer with his ancestors (according to the pandë!verse in Trinity ), she takes on a robust life of her own with a full-bodied personality and unique adventures. Born in Ost-en-Edhil to Culinen (daughter of Caranthir, master of the healers' Guild of the Heart) and Istyar Aulendil, Mélamírë becomes a master smith of the Gwaith-i-Mirdain. She survives the sack of the city, is captured by and subsequently escapes from Sauron into the distant East before returning to Imladris at the end of the third age to play an essential if low-key part. (She's mentioned in LoTR, although not by name).

Pandemonium_213's writing creates such vivid imagery in my mind that I'm simultaneously inspired to paint them and also daunted that I'll do her justice.

This illustration is from The Writhen Pool: Commissioned by Galadriel while in Ost-en-Edhil to create a scrying device that "flows with the very Currents of Time, a device by which the viewer can see not only what was, but also what is, and further, what will be, or at least the possibilities of the future", Mélamírë crafts the vessel from a custom alloy while drawing on the "Threads of Vairë" to imbue it with the requisite properties. The one stipulated condition is that she makes it herself; Galadriel doesn't want Aulendil—or Celebrimbor for that matter—laying their skilled-yet-dubious paws on it.

One of the aspects I enjoy so much in the Pandë!verse—other than excellent characterisations, engaging stories, and satisfyingly 'blasphemous' viewpoints (equally relevant to our Earth as to Arda)— is the scientifiction that pays homage to some of the fascinating (if not always quite so readily understandable) scientific theories of our age.

Mélamírë features in a number of stories (some of which are as-yet unfinished yet entirely worthwhile reading nonetheless) including The Writhen Pool, Risk Assesment, The Jinn and The Glitter of Swords. I also highly recommend reading The Apprentice first, and, oh gosh, just enjoy going down the whole enticing rabbit hole that is Pandemonium_213's excellent collection of fiction. (There is a chronology list, although some of the links are broken so just use the links from the fic title list or the search feature.)

Snippet from The Writhen Pool:

Tagged by various folks.

Like a devotee of fine wine, the spider delicately sampled droplets of sweat beaded on Elrond’s bare chest. Flame of the Desert

The day of Gilfanon's party on The Occasion of the Blooming of His Most Beloved Rose, Yavanno Tussa (a name that sent Laurefin into fits of laughter every time he said it, which was often) was the hottest yet of the heat wave that blasted the usually temperate Tol Eressëa. Chapter 2, “Beneath the Kilt,” A Rose By Any Other Name

No need to be nervous, Findaráto...or will it be 'Finrod' today?  Chapter 1, “Layla,” Fell Meats

The lizard perched on an oak branch anchored to an iron plate, still as a statue, basking in the warmth of the sunlight that streamed through the arched, multi-paned windows of the King's study. Chapter 5, “The Laws of Eä,” The Writhen Pool

The cloying fragrance of one thousand camellias assaulted Alatar's nose, and one thousand colors of silk battered his eyes,  the excessive sensations adding to his agitation. In The Court of the Dragon Emperor

I thought they were beautiful at first, the lights that came over the mountains. Chapter 1, “He Who Arises in Might,” Light Over the Mountain

So entangled he was in her twilight eyes that the brassy rap at his front door made him startle. A Fragile Chalice

Squinting against the golden autumn sunlight, I could make out the swaths of trampled grass where a city of tents once stood. Chapter 1, “A Keen Edge,” The Elendilmir

He swiped his arm through the air, slicing fierce rakshasas with his sword, just like Lord Rama had when he and Prince Lakshman rescued Lady Sita from the demon-king Ravana. The Man Who Grew Tomatoes

C: Who is your favorite character of your own? 

I presume this means original? I do not create a lot of original characters in my fanfiction. So this is kind of a no-brainer. I really like Tadiel who is a healer in training at Lake Mithrim, who helps look after Maedhros when he is dragged in nearly dead by Fingon. She is Sindarin, from Doriath originally, with a past, who is fascinated with Fingon and Maedhros and becomes, as my story verse progresses, a formidable professional and in the end Fingon’s wife and Gil-galad’s mom. She features in A New Day and Mereth Aderthad and ficlet or two, and some other unfinished stories.

Who is your favorite character created by somebody else?  Why? 

Sámaril in The Apprentice by pandemonium_213 who also is the protagonist in its sequel The Elendilmir.

He is ‘Aulendil’s [Sauron’s] apprentice/journeyman; his name translates as “brilliant mind.”’ He is the title character of The Apprentice—an ambitious young Noldo. In The Elendilmir, she describes him as “the troubled master smith of Imladris” who “experiences the joy and pain born of friendships between the Eldar and mortal Men and comes to question his people’s values as his life becomes entwined with Isildur’s youngest son and two powerful women of the Dúnedain.”

I adore him because he is flawed, guilt-ridden, and conflicted, simultaneously vain and self-deprecating, totally human and always evolving. I find him incredibly sympathetic and appealing, and most of all totally real and believable.

I feel somewhat rebellious for choosing him, because people are always desperately seeking more attention for women characters in Tolkien’s work and Pandemonium has created and developed a treasure trove of complex and fascinating original female characters and canon women who have not sufficiently expanded (if at all!) in the canon texts. It seems almost criminal not to mention her outstanding women characters, but it would take a full-scale essay to do any single one of them justice. Foremost among those is Mélamírë a master smith of Ost-in-Edhil (with a most unusual family history), and her mother Culinen. And then there are the Dúnedain women in The Elendimir—outstanding extrapolation from hints in canon. Anyone who does not like these women is missing either a large part of their heart or brain or both.