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One of the Ainur. Guardian of the last Flower of Telperion. The Wayward. #TolkienRP

Ilmen
Joined May 2014
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~*Even the bright mirror wanes empty into the darkness when there is no light to reflect; no shine to give forth.*
Everyone’s drawing of the moon looks so pretty, I kinda wanted to give it a try.
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I seem to he getting a lot of attention as of late...
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moon
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Tilion retweeted
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Eva Kosmos, 'Away from the Herd' via @artstationhq artstation.com/artwork/qx8lD
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Sunset stag 🩷
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'Moon over the lake ' by Ernst Fuchs, (1930 -2015).
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'Red Deer in Moonlight Landscape' by Eugen Krüger
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Dear Moon
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Noriyuki Kobayashi
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Moon at Enoshima, by Kawase Hasui, 1933
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星回廊。
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floating poetry
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小原古邨《月に白梅》
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ひみつの夜語り。
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*The soft touch of rough fingers traced upon the final words of the note. The rippling of the water kissed by the dance of flowers fallen under the breeze of Lórien touched Tilion for an instant, with it the echo of music older than Moonlight. Yet, as he held the harp between -
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@Isil_Tilion A note was left in a silver envelope, besides a beautifully ornate harp, strings that sparkled like dew beneath the stars, wood carved with the delicate patterns of moon phases and lilies: After all these years I still remember the quiet nights -
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- his hands, his longing was not that of reminiscence. Goldberry... If he played, may she listen. May she join, in this night, and envelop the song of these silver strings with flowing melody, deep as the unscathed darkness that embraces the stars? He strummed a string... And -
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- then a chord. Let it reverberate in the quiet of night, rouse what it might. And he listened.*
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