There is nothing like cutting rocks on a buzzsaw and finding grit on your face and down your top hours later, nor crushing and milling rock samples and finding your hair (and nosehair) coated with very fine dust. THE GLAMOROUS LIFE OF A GEOLOGY STUDENT, I TELL YOU.

Anyway, this entry is about books! I recently read Voices by Ursula Le Guin and A ( Read more... )

Feanorians / Nolofinweans / Arafinweans

And finally, the Sindar:

( The court of Queen Thingol )

Previously: The Feanorians / The Nolofinweans

( Finarfin and her daughters and son )

(If you missed the Feanorians post, it is here.)

( Nolofinwe and her descendents under the cut )

Once upon a time I got into the genderflipping business, and googled far too many people, and decided that however hard it would be to make a Silmarillion movie with any sort of coherent narrative it would be nice to have the groundwork in place, just in case? And I thought that it would be a pity if nobody else except my pictures folder saw this, ( Read more... )

Another day, more articles about calc-alkaline magmatism. Also writing about Elves in the Age of Sail for reasons I do not quite understand, especially because it is rapidly heading towards Finduilas/Celebrimbor.

Anyhow:

CORONATE, Merlin, no spoilers - Arthur's new bodyguards are determined to get him to his coronation one way or another. Arthur has ( Read more... )

Busy days; having recovered from some sort of flu bug and having finally got past a fortnight that included a stolen laptop, my mother's aunt dying and an oven door that decided it wanted to become stuck halfway open, I find myself trying to start and finish a lit review and begin the process of cutting my rock samples and battling winter. I am ( Read more... )

I offered to write minviendha more of this, and ended up doing nothing that she requested.

Title: Growing Up Finwean - The Movie Night
Fandom: The Silmarillion, in our cracky pocket universe
Warnings: A lot of swearing and some references to drug use
Summary: In which a bad reaction leads to an overreaction.
Notes: Celegorm's point of view this time, hence ( Read more... )

Dear flist, here are some things I feel you ought to know about me:

1. I have had short hair for three days now and I keep reaching back to adjust my ponytail, freaking out and going WHERE IS THE REST OF MY HAIR? and then I remember that I left it on the hairdresser's floor.

2. When I get coffee I tell the person on the register that my name is ( Read more... )

I am home.

One day spent travelling some 4000km is not enough time to spend processing such a change from A to B, from desert to city. My body expects dry heat; my eyes look to see red soil, great  cylinders of rock and the distant white glare of the salt lake. Here at home the air smells of damp, leaf mould and grass; the trees are all different ( Read more... )