Thread: Great works of our hands.
What I am asking of you is to act according to who you are , Man, Elf, Dwarf, well Orc really , for if they could have used their massive strength without interference from the Dark Lord what would they have come up with?
Being an Elf I will choose for the first thing, to work with wood. I would like to have taken the wood of a dead mallorn tree, I really don't know what it looked like inside the bark, but I imagine rather golden and amber and breathtakingly beautiful. I would have loved to have carved a large chest of somesort with lattice work so tiny and delicate that it would seem impossible to have been created. On the lid I would scroll into the wood scenes of the world at the beginning of the awakening of the elder children. something with the crystal clear light of moon and stars and tall noble Elves doing everyday things. I would carve the leaves of the mallorn all about it and over lay them with thin sheets of white gold and mithrail set into the moon and carven stars.
Any one else?
As I am an Eagle I can only watch your work nearby or from a distance .Perhaps I could make a pattern with my claws that you could use in some of your work..
As a Dwarf from the Glittering Caves, I have spent much time fine tuning the crystals on a small stalactite (rising from the floor) in the deep halls, near the southern shore of a newly found subardanian lake. Oh the colors are a sight to behold; in my humble opinion.
But dear Eagle, you are wrong, there is at least one thing you can create to contribute to the beauty of Middle-Earth, especially King Aragorn's white city.
If our dear Dwarf friends would help it will be amazing. If they would get together and make from ancient stone a tall column, not too tall but let's say about six feet in height, or even a tree carved from stone, then what you could do is build a very very large and magnificent nest, the likes of which has never been seen before,perfect in symmetry and altogether beautiful. Into that we elves could put large eggs carved from the most delicate of wood and overlaid in gold and silver and pale colors made from earthy plants. Just think how wondrous that would be when the golden sunlight strikes the eggs and shines through the rustic twigs and soft bits of feather from the nest. And in the night watches under the moon and stars what a sight that would be, icily glowing. Wonderful
I shall start with Grondy.
I cannot begin to show the understanding and great accumulated knowledge he has of Middle-Earth and all the classes of creatures, the history of Middle-Earth and all that. I won't even try.
Since our Grondy loves his books so very much, I am going to go through my vast library in Imladris and find two of the most ancient books, one on the Valar, the other on the Silmaril and their making. These books, well actually scrolls were written by members of their lineage and passed down. I should like Grondy to have them.
As they are rather delicate I am going to make silver and mithrail boxes for the scrolls to rest in.
Thin as the spider's web will be the boxes but the mithril will make them harder than steel.
I have chosen to smith the likeness of some of the more famous dwarves on to the covers. Around the edges I shall put, in silver and a secret alloy to strengthen it, the different tools used by the Dwarves to create their marvellous wondrous creations under the stone cold mountains.
In the very bottom right hand corner I shall inscribe in tiny precious gems the name Grondy with the wondrous little avy he uses. Then carefully I shall place into the boxes the scrolls and present them to our Grondy. may they be a source of joy and instruction.
Next I have chosen the mysterious, rather terrifying, yet at times unwittingly kind Vee.
She eludes me really(is it a she, I cannot remember, somehow I always think of fire as a she)
and that is part of her intrigue.
I remember the thrill of fear I felt when I viewed Fellowship of the rings for the first time and saw one of the Nazgul. My daughter said "oh cool" and I shivered. And when he cut the head off that poor man who merely asked who went there, well the elf in me was stirred up and I was at mental war with the creatures if they can be called that.
Even though a sworn enemy to the Nine, still I would like to honor the strength, wit, cunning and power they did wield during the height of their mission.
So I have thought a lot about this and decided to travel right to the vicinity of Mordor and collect some molten rock from the former crack of mount doom and haul it back on a cart pulled by my steed. I searched and searched until I found a rather large mass of it that was somehow different from the other. It was black as night but retained tiny splashes of red like fire hidden in pockets of the rock. It was perfect.
From that I carved painstakingly the form of the Witchking mounted upon his winged serpent. I used a method with one of my larger tools that created a rather wavy bent to the cloak of the Nazgul and the wings and tail of the winged thing and that gave a distinct feeling of swift motion.I then melted silver and rubies and poured out thin threads of the liquid masses to create lightning bolts that came from within the masked face of the Nazgul, that was the red, and the silver sparks and lightnings came forth from the crown atop his head.
I mounted this upon a single spiked type of weapon, Grondy knows the name of it, I am sorry I do not. It stands nearly seven feet above ground and is a very chilling and detailed work.
I present this to Vee to grudgingly honor the terrifying feeling the presence of the Nine inspired and the power that was once so great that even the most fearless were deeply affected when they swooped across the terrified heavens in pursuit of the One Ring. So here you go dear Vee.
From that I carved painstakingly the form of the Witchking mounted upon his winged serpent.
Are hobbits allowed? Presuming yes, I couldn't do anything too fancy but would bake cakes and pies and mend everyone's torn clothes. I could make dolls for children and banners for the warriors.
Please anyone join in. I know there are vats of talent on this forum.
So for him I have spent a long time hammering my mithril into thinner than the thinnest paper thickness, then shaping each piece into the form of a delicate leaf. After that I overlaid each leaf on both sides with a thin film of gold. Thousands and thousands of leaves did I craft and made each one slightly different in size from its fellows and positioned the end of each into a slight motion as in a real tree.
I made untold numbers of links in mithril and placed them over a tall thin piece of rock that I shaped through great labor into the form of a tree trunk.And then over that I placed pieces of bark I found here and there and whenever the light of day or night shines upon that trunk the glow of the mithril shoots out in a hazy glow.
In the middle of the tree trunk I used a metal sculpting tool which I had heated to firey red to write Losse's name in Elvish letters..You have to come up close to see it but it looks pretty, smokey grey/black over the dull brown of the bark.
I hope you enjoy it.
And Losse, absolutely no offense taken, each person should do with his or her gift precisely as the heart dictates. But that does remind me then to make sure I have written somewhere to whom the gift is given should others decline acceptance.
She was the first person to encourage me to continue writing in my diary. I must confess it feels rather wierd to think I am writing these little things to amuse myself in about five minutes and people actually bother to read them. If I were someone else and saw them, I wouldn't bother. Really.
Because Mellon is so sensitive and artistic and because she once expressed interest in Hobbit homes I have spent an entire two weeks walking through the Shire, looking at each and every sort of Hobbit hole. They are all enchanting little homes, some of course much bigger and more elaborate than others.
I decided to do a diorama which included the yard and gated fence and trees andsuch: so within it is a chunk of a hill, which I made from clay and made each blade of grass one by one, I painted the grass in four very subtle shades of green, adding a tiny bit of canary yellow in differing strengths to give the impression of the height of the day under the noon sun. Oh and the entire diorama is about three feet in width, two feet in height for the top of the home but trees make it four feet elsewhere.
The hobbit front I took especial care of.I made the little window ledges in wood and varnished with a flat varnish. The flatter the treatment the more peaceful it feels as no beams of light then are bouncing back and forth from shiney wood or paint or varnish.You get a feeling of stillness.
The round door I painted in a very thin liquid stain of ash grey with only one tiny drop of cherry red and it looks very old and lovely.
The inside is mainly wood, ancient, mellowed in color and very very pretty. On this I used a wax to polish the wood and buffed it slightly so it too is not overly shiney. The walls are all plastered in a cream white and the dull of the color and the texture make everything still and peaceful and like a painting.
The furniture is carved in all things loved by Hobbit folk, flowers, little laced loaves of bread, pipes and curly q's of smoke. (I know I know but it was a fact of life).I wove many wonderful tapestries of the Shire and they hang on the wall. I wove bedspreads and tablecloths of elven cloths brought from Rivendell and here and there are a few Elven touches.
A large intricately carved and painted eagle sits demurely on a carved log in the reading room , a gift from a very handy Hobbit, and there is a rocking chair courtesy of the House of Elrond with Elvish letters delicately carved on the back.
I filled several planters some rock, some clay with as many varieties of hardy flowers that will keep you in bloom all year around, and I put them throughout the dwelling.
Just outside the door which by the way I overlaid with silver and mithril where I carved tiny birds in flight is hanging a wind chime, dwarf made and it sounds like water tinkling and falling deep within a cave.
The cloth touches through the Hobbit home are in rich hues of blues and greens, browns with touches of yellow and red and pale pale orange to give a feeling of life and joy.
So I hope you like it dear Mellon.
I've already moved into the house and you are all welcome to visit anytime
Leelee certainly has a fine way with descriptive words. Thanks Leelee