#vingilote

Eärendil the Mariner

Round 1 Part 2 Poll 6

The art used for the Vingilot is from one of the Silmarillion's covers (I think it was a Chinese one but I wouldn't swear it - I still have the cover saved if anyone's interested)

No description or propaganda for the Vingilote. Feel free to provide some I could use if the ship makes it to another round.

Description for the Ulysses : Developed by Whitmore Industries, it is 382 Feet (116.434 meters) long, can go 18 knots, has 12 torpedo launchers in 6 external ball turrets which capable of firing explosive proximity torpedoes out of launchers that have 180 degrees of movement, and had a crew of 201 at launch! The bridge is located within a glass enclosure at the front of the ship so you can look out into the ocean like you are in an atrium. It's like an air craft carrier but a sub; it also housed 24 mini subpods and many other land terrain vehicles. It was eventually destroyed by a leviathan.

Propaganda for the Ulysses : I mean, see above. But also it just looks so iconic to the movie. Also, like, its HOW they even get to Atlantis at all soooooo

Jokers: Gandalf and Saruman

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OMG YES!!!!

I still think I go for Eru and Ungoliant as jokers tho

So now I´ll say it stans like

clubs (♣) king Feanor, queen Maedhors, knight Fingolfin, ace Finwe

diamonds (♦) king Elros, queen Haleth (Hurin maybe), knight Turin, ace Vingilote

hearts (♥) king Manwe, queen Varda, knight Eonwe, ace Thorondor (might change to Ulmo tho)

spades (♠) king Melkor, queen Mairon, knight Gothmog, ace Ancalagon

jokers Eru and Ungoliant

‘Gets a bit nippy up here,’ he said.

Elladan nodded. He watched Neptune slide past beneath the Vingilótë.

‘It’s a good thing I have company,’ Eärendil said. ‘You.’ He kissed Elladan’s temple. ‘And you.’ He kissed Elrohir’s temple. ‘And, of course, Roverandom.’

Roverandom’s tale wagged excitedly against the railing of the Vingilótë. His black ears perked up as Eärendil lifted him into his arms and held him close against his chest.

‘When he misses adventure,’ Eärendil said. ‘He comes to journey through the stars with me. He’s seen many things.’

‘And he’s so cute,’ Elladan said. He kissed Roverandom.

‘And he’s very cute,’ Eärendil agreed.

‘I am cute, thank you,’ said Roverandom.

And so they went on, past Neptune.  

No, I will never stop doing these silly song covers. Yes, I was right, writing this did make me emotionally compromised.

To be sung to the tune of ‘The City of New Orleans’.

Flying on the ship called Vingilotë,

Cusp of the sky, shadows, moon and stars,

One mariner and an endless sea of air,

The Silmaril and dozens of feathers and shells.

They remind me of what’s on the ground,

While we pass over Sirion,

Rolling along by camps, forts of fear,

Overtaking ships that bear no names,

Dockyards full desperate men,

And the graveyards that have been sunk beneath the waves.

Good morning, Beleriand, how are you?

Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son...

I'm in the stars on the ship called Vingilotë,

I'll have traveled all of Arda when the night is done.

I hear the soft cries of maidens and children,

So many lonely people, can’t know them all,

Will I help them with this light on my brow,

Burning through my heart and near my soul?

And watching my sons on the earth,

This son of kings and men,

Rides our dream and only hope made of foam.

Elwing, wrested from our babes,

Waits for me on the shifting shore,

And of past beautiful days is all we think.

Good morning, Beleriand, how are you?

Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son...

I'm in the stars on the ship called Vingilotë,

I'll have traveled all of Arda when the night is done.

Morning on the ship called Vingilotë,

Raising my sails to bright Arien,

Nearly to Valinor, where I must stay,

Through the everlasting darkness,

Sailing over Ulmo’s sea.

And Beleriand’s people seem,

To be caught in a bad dream,

While Valinor has barely heard the news.

The birds sing their mournful song again,

And this mariner will sing along.

Vingilotë’s got the dying Middle Earth blues.

Good morning, Beleriand, how are you?

Say, don't you know me, I'm your native son...

I'm in the stars on the ship called Vingilotë,

Round 3 Part 2 Poll 2