Q:Do you mind me asking for an example of the cities from your home? I'd love to see the architecture and culture of your kind! ^^' Sorry if I seem a bit nosy... And, er... Uneducated.
»I wish I could draw what I see in my mind, but if I did it wouldn’t do it Justice! Besides that there is the matter of trying to understand what materials they had at their disposal, which is something I don’t entirely have.
So I will say this: Personally the closest semblance of what a home in Ranwë’s city would look like In my mind would be something from the Art Nouveau style. (Look up: Hôtel Tassel, Hôtel Solvay, Hôtel van Eetvelde, and Victor Horta)
The text says the houses’ roofs were of gold, and their floors of silver, he lived in the city of the bells, so probably a lot of bell towers were around.
Some other (more realistic and probably more accurate) artist renditions and their page on TG:
»Valmar/Valimar (Where Ranwë lived) Page«
»Source is also Ted Nasmith«
Hope this answered your question!«
So I realised
That the main storyline that I made for the blog is ALMOST over. I seriously thought it wouldn’t get this far, and yet, here we are at the final stretch!
I went back to see how long I’ve had this idea, at least, and as I look back I noticed that it literally has been a two year thing.
Also- it’s changed a lot…
Also-Also- My illustrations in this style and on a computer are so much better than ever before.
Below is a masterlist of the main storyline as it’s gone along in the past two years.
There may be hints as to what will happen…
Perhaps you want to stroll down memory lane with me…
Or maybe you don’t- But it’s here for reference anyways even if it’s only my own reference. x3
» Ranwë’s past has been revealed! You’ve unlocked his (first) skin! «
Q:What was that banishing spell Ñandellë was telling you about?
They spoke in the language of the gods, so he did not understand at first. A large door appeared… Slowly it creaked open, and revealed the void.
It all become very clear.
Melkor was to be cast out of Arda, permanently, to protect the world from his hunger for power. To the void, where nothing- and no one- existed.
My brother stood to call out, but was swept up with the dark lord and his black dragon, and together we were cast into the void.
Brother had not told me until very recently. Even now, I believe there are things he has left out- but the main message is clear:
Should we return home it would mean the banishing spell has broken.
Melkor would be free to bring destruction upon our world.
And so….I cannot go home.
That is what she meant.
»( “We were supposed to be fighting so we could go home and be happy again…so that everyone would be safe.”
“It is not your fault they would not stay home…they chose to come with us. They knew what was happening.”
“What was the point of it all…?” He choked out, “If I go home to be with them they will not be safe, if I want them safe I cannot go home. We’ve lost. I’ve lost.”
“… Some battles are lost in every war. The war can still be won, everyone can be safe, but only if you lose this battle.”
Crying was the only answer that was going to be gotten out of the younger man at this time.”
-Convergiverse Day 5)«
Q:Perle: I' sorry for what i said about humans last time, i was a little over-exited to meet an elf for the first time. Please forgive me .___.
[Ranwë]: It’s alright. I just want to make sure people don’t get the wrong idea about me.
There are a lot of things that I might not be as easy going about, but humans aren’t one of them. Dwarves either. Those seem to be big misconceptions about me, it seems…
Q:Éliote: *French accent* hey, what do you think about Lord Of The Rings? or The Hobbit? even if i'm pretty sure someone else asked you that question before... ,:D
Q:Do you QWOP?
[Ranwë]: Not since the last game….
Q:I have no exact info on this but what prevents you from entering. what is it that makes you a practical outcast
Tel is on Team Athyallë x Ránion
“I’m very curious to know whose face you’re picturing on that thing…”
Ránion’s ear perked as he stopped and looked around without turning, a scowl still frozen on his face. “…An offensively narcissistic guard who thinks he can bend the rules to put odds in his favor,” He replied, and finally spotted the figure’s location. He glared at the unknown spectator, “ …and lurkers who do not know their manners. I do not trust those who speak from shadows.”
“Sounds deserving enough of your ire,” The shadow stepped nearer the end of the branch, where more light filtered down through the leaves, and pushed back his hood, “But isn’t that a bit hypocritical of you to say?”
“If I am looking for interaction, maybe, but I am not the one who engaged this conversation,” Ránion countered.
“Fair enough,” The stranger squatted on the end of the branch quite casually, forearms braced against his knees, “I apologize. I saw someone with an aggressive and angry posture storming toward the territory of my friend. I was concerned, at least until I recognized you as the one who regularly escorted the lady here for my friend to teach. My curiosity has gotten the better of me.”
Ránion let out a breath and pulled the cowl down to reveal the bottom of his face but left his hood on to hide the ear. Even though this person was friends with Sauda, someone who had the misfortune to be transformed into what at first glance seemed a monster, he could not bring himself to let his ear be seen around another elf. It was an embarrassing truth but he did not feel like handling more stares or retorts,” You are friends with Sauda, then. How has she been? It has been some time since our last meeting.”
“She has been doing well,” a very small smile appeared on the other elf’s face, “You and your lady friend have given her courage. It has been a long time since she has called anyone but me “friend”. She seems happier, though she does seem to miss the company of the lady and yourself.”
The older brother gave a nod of his head, “It is unfortunate that we had to leave, but things have settled down for the most part. I will assume by your words that Athyallë has not been around this part of the woods in a significant amount of time, then. That is troublesome- I was hoping to meet her here. The guards will not let me into the city.”
The other perked at this news,”Ah… So that is why you’re so angry at that one.” He hopped down off the branch, landing on his feet close by and looked up at Ránion, “Why will they not let you in?”
Ránion thought for a moment before answering, “….Between her reputation, my brother’s reputation, and my own reputation it is presumed I will only cause trouble in the city. Apparently she has a greater tolerance for mistakes than the rest of the wood elves of Eldarwood.” He purposely left out the remarks about disfigurement. Ideally he’d be able to get out of here without having to pull off his hood.
“Well then. If she hasn’t come out in some time, I suppose we’ll have to find a way to get you to her,” the man turned and headed for a barely visible trail through the underbrush, ”Come, we will wait for Sauda at her tree. Between the three of us, I think we can find a way to get you past the guards.”
Ránion froze for a moment, watching the elf move towards a trail. He was not in the mood to handle more people seeing him without his hood, Sauda had not even seen him without it. But it was against his personal etiquette to enter a home hooded, never mind seek help. It was rude and untrustworthy. But he needed to get into the city, and while he probably could figure out his own route, going along would ensure this happened quickly and possibly more successfully.
Getting into the city to speak with Athyallë was more important than his pride.
He followed the stranger down the trail.
-At the Training Grounds-
[Ránion]: All I have ever wanted….
[Ránion]: Was to have my own family….
[Ránion]: A wife to share my worries and triumphs with, a daughter to read stories to, to brush her hair and tuck her in at night. To take her to visit her uncle and carry her to bed when she has fallen asleep under the trees.
That is all I want- that is all I have ever wanted.
I will find a way into that city if it takes me another 184 years…