THE RACE OF MEN WEEK is an event organised by fyeahtheraceofmen, to encourage people to appreciate Middle-Earth’s Secondborn. It will take place between 6th of November - 20th of November, as a two-weeks long event despite its name. If you intend to participate, tag whatever contributions you have with raceofmenweek. For futher information, visit the links below: 

✷ frequently asked questions
✷ optional prompts
✷ last year’s event

Of all the mysteries that Tolkien left for us to solve, the origin of Dragons ranks somewhere in the middle. [x]

More learned than his brothers, his spirit burned as a flame.

Among the tales of sorrow and of ruin that came down to us from the darkness of those days there are yet some in which amid weeping there is joy and under the shadow of death light that endures. And of these histories most fair still in the ears of the Elves is the tale of Beren and Lúthien.

Among the tales of sorrow and of ruin that come down to us from the darkness of those days there are yet some in which amid weeping there is joy and under the shadow of death light that endures. And of these histories most fair still in the ears of the Elves is the tale of Beren and Luthien.

The greatest poet and minstrel of the Noldor.

And high and noble as was Elemmakil, greater and more lordly was Ecthelion, Lord of the Fountains, at that time Warden of the Great Gate. All in silver was he clad, and upon his shining helm there was set a spike of steel pointed with a diamond; and as his esquire took his shield it shimmered as if it were bedewed with drops of rain, that were indeed a thousand studs of crystal.

arwvn:

Among the tales of sorrow and of ruin that come down to us from the darkness of those days there are yet some in which amid weeping there is joy and under the shadow of death light that endures. And of these histories most fair still in the ears of the Elves is the tale of Beren and Lúthien.

Farewell sweet earth and northern sky,
for ever blest, since here did lie
and here with lissom limbs did run
beneath the Moon, beneath the Sun,
Lúthien Tinúviel
more fair than Mortal tongue can tell.
Though all to ruin fell the world
and were dissolved and backward hurled;
unmade into the old abyss,
yet were its making good, for this―
the dusk, the dawn, the earth, the sea―
that Lúthien for a time should be.

Children of Finwë

[insp.]