24 September 2012

Gondorian Vambraces DIY

Yesterday my entire family went to The Long Expected Party and had a BLAST! The dance was an English Country dance ball and was themed around The Lord of the Rings.

I DO have some pictures, but I was too busy getting my feet gloriously sore to take any myself. The rest of my family don't really qualify as photographers, especially when the camera settings get messed up. I'll see what I can do, photowise, however!

It was amazing, and nearly every one of the two or three hundred people were dressed in costumes. Most of them were handmade and had such a great attention to detail! Everything from Elves to Ents to Men to Hobbits to Tolkien Impersonators showed up!

You'll have to wait for photos of my costume, which was sewn by the talented Laura from Sew Many Seams. I'm going to get proper photos someday. :)

My brother W. wanted to wear the same Aragorn costume that I blogged about two years ago.  (Sidenote, I had a second post about our family's old LotR costumes, but the photos have all disappeared! Ack! Sometime I'll fix that.) Technically he still fits in it, since he is as skinny as a paper clip, but the sleeves of the fake chainmaille shirt were way too short. The past two weeks were very hectic for our family, so it was only the night before the dance that W. and I attempted to get his costume into working condition. 

Our solution? Vambraces.

(Many of these photos were taken by my brother at midnight with a very strong camera flash, but at least they give you a sense of what was going on at each step!)

Firstly, our reference photos. These vambraces were first worn by Boromir but Aragorn took them when Boromir died. (At least, we think so, but we can't remember because it's been a while since we've seen the movies).

lots of detailed photos from Alley Cat Scratch costume research site

image via
(Later on Aragorn got vambraces and greaves with the winged design that you later see on his crown... you can see pictures here)



We began by cutting some craft foam into a kind of wonky diamond shape.



Then I freehanded the design with a ball point pen. I pressed down fairly hard to give it some texture.

Next, Will used the tip of a crochet hook to make wider dents (to mimic tooled leather).


We ironed the foam to make it a little tougher and shinier, and I rolled it while it was warm so that it would be vaugely round.


We then applied a thin layer of black acrylic paint.


We also "tooled" the foam some more.


I set Will to work outlining the feathers/leaves in a gray-brown. (You can see how much too small his "chainmaille" shirt is!)

Then I painted on some White Trees and stars...


Voila! We added holes on the sides and used faux leather cording to hold it shut. The vambraces lasted almost the entire evening-- during one dance the cording got caught on something and tore off of the foam. But the decorative part is still intact. Unfortunately I didn't get ANY photos of Will in full costume, so you can't see it on him!


Voila!

22 September 2012

Just a Quickie

Just a quickie little post to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BILBO AND FRODO BAGGINS!

I'm writing this at an unearthly hour of the morning, as I had several projects to work on and none of them went as planned. I'll be up just as late tomorrow evening, on the very long car ride back from an awesome event, so here's hoping against hope that I'm coherent at any point this weekend!

The craziness wasn't at all bad, though, because I had the Lord of the Rings unabridged audiobook to keep me company. I made it all the way through the Birthday Party and two more discs after that. :) It's been a long time since I've been able to sit down and read the books, so listening to it slowly was a joy.

Tomorrow, or rather, today, I am celebrating Hobbit Day by attending a Lord of the Rings themed ball! Assuming everyone there is okay with it, I will have TONS of pictures of costumes and people in Middle Earth dress dancing and having the time of their lives!

There are also another giveaway to look for before the end of the month. :) If you haven't already, be sure you enter the current giveaway: a pair of Elven handflowers from Virvatuli Designs!

I'm not doing a Walk to Rivendell post this weekend. This is partially because I have been so darn busy that I haven't had time for any decent amount of exercise besides taekwando class. I'm a bit of a wimp and don't want to admit just how much of a wimp I am.

Have a great day, and Happy Hobbit Day!

P.S. If you haven't seen the new Hobbit trailer, CHECK IT OUT NOW. Seriously, drop whatever you are doing and watch!


I'm going to write a post sometime soon about the upcoming movie. :) And the trailer. And the LotR movie trilogy (costumes and props and such)... Tolkien Month might last a little bit longer than a month because I haven't been able to do all the hundreds of posts I've had ideas for!

That's all for now, go eat a hearty meal and take a long walk and celebrate Frodo and Bilbo's birthday in style!



21 September 2012

The Poetry of the Fellowship {Guest Post}

Hullo, lovely readers of Shaylynn's equally lovely blog!  I'm Victoria from Raindrops and Moonlight, where I blog when I'm not busy daydreaming or drowning in English essays.  I'm a francophile, anglophile, bookaholic, and fangirl of various fandoms, including, of course, the immortal Tolkien.    A wizard is never late, as Shaylynn reminded me, but I must not be a wizard, because I am LATE in getting this in to her.  Thanks for your patience and for having me as a guest-poster in the first place, Shaylynn!



 I first read The Lord of the Rings as an almost-nine-year old bouncing along in the back of a trailer on a trip to Italy.  One of the things I remember most about that first reading - besides the way certain chapters made me crave mushrooms - is how much I loved the poetry.  I didn't even realize the genius of it at the time; it was just the first poetry that had ever really gotten across to me.

Part of poetry is atmosphere, creating a feeling, catching the mood of an experience. Tolkien was a master of that, among other things, and to this day I can't quite figure how he did it.  He didn't sacrifice content for atmosphere.  All the poems tell a tale, especially since most of them seem to be based on the ballad form - not surprising, with an author as interested in history as Tolkien was.

The first poem  I remember clearly was The Fall of Gil-Galad. I really don't know why that one stood out, and later I  re-read all the poems in FOTR and decided that, stylistically speaking, it's one of the less beautiful and memorable pieces.  I guess what really distinguishes it is the curiosity it raises as to what really happened to Gil-Galad:   

But long ago he rode away
and where he dwelleth none can say;
for into darkness fell his star
in Mordor where the shadows are.

   It's a bit mysterious and creepy.




A perfect example of Tolkien's poetical awesomeness is The Lay of Nimrodel,  which tells the tale of the elf maiden Nimrodel and the man she loved, Amroth, and how they both disappeared.  In true ballad fashion, most of Tolkien's  poetry-tales have somewhat sad or ambiguous endings, and this is no exception. I loved the silvery colors and the way it flows, just like the Nimrodel river by which Legolas sings it, and I even once tried to put it to music.  (In case you're wondering, I failed miserably.  I'm not much of a composer.)  I won't put down the whole thing here  - it would make this post reeeaaaally long[er] - but here are some bits.

An Elven-maid there was of old
A shining star by day
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold
Her shoes of silver-grey.  

 (I just love the descriptions here!  They're very simple, but they create the perfect image.)


The elven-ship in haven grey
Beneath the mountain-lee
Awaited her for many a day 
Beside the roaring sea.

From helm to sea they saw him [Amroth] leap,
As arrow from the string,
And dive into the water deep
As mew upon the wing. 

Seeee, it's so pretty.  Now go read the whole thing.  Or, check out a sung version here.  It is very pretty as well, though not the way I imagine the Lay being sung.  It's not elvish enough.


The Elves aren't the only ones with nice poetry, oh no precious.   The Hobbits have some great stuff, too, mostly written by Bilbo to old tunes.  What drives me crazy about this is that I'm nearly certain that, given Tolkien's propensity to draw inspiration from culture and history, he had a real tune in mind when he mentions that something had an old Hobbit tune.  The point is further proved by the fact that the source of one such song is obvious even to a reader who is not a literature/culture nerd.  I speak, of course, of the beloved Man in the Moon nursery-rhyme thing which Frodo so gracefully performed on top of the table at the Prancing Pony.  (Somebody really needs to make a Prancing Pony restaurant in real life.  They would serve things like meat pies and sausages and stew, and all the LOTR geeks in the world - and perhaps even normal people who  just like food - would love it.)

Anyway.  The best Hobbit-poem, in my most humble opinion, is the Walking-Song the hobbits sing on their first day of their Adventures.  "Bilbo Baggins had made the words, to a tune that was as old as the hills, and taught it to Frodo as they walked in the lanes of the Water-valley and talked about Adventure."  This is definitely a wanderlust song ("though not, of course, without any mention of supper and bed"), very fitting for travelers and a bit torturing for any stuck-at-home travelers-at-heart.  


Upon the hearth the fire is red,
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet, 
Still round the corner we may meet
A sudden tree or standing stone
That none have seen but we alone.
 Tree and flower and leaf and grass,
Let them pass! Let them pass!
Hill and water under sky,
Pass them by! Pass them by!

Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate,
And though we pass them by today
Tomorrow we may come this way
And take the hidden paths that run
Towards the moon or to the sun.
Apple, thorn, and nut and sloe,
Let them go! Let them go!
Sand and stone and pool and dell,
Fare you well! Fare you well!

Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread
Trough shadows to the edge of night, 
Until the stars are all alight.
Then world behind and home ahead,
We'll wander back to home and bed.
Mist and twilight, cloud and shade, 
Away shall fade! Away shall fade!
Fire and lamp, and meat and bread,
And then to bed! And then to bed!

Doesn't it make you just want to go explore an autumn forest or something?  With or without a pocket-handkerchief?  


I could go on forever, pointing out every bit of rhyme in the trilogy and beyond, but then you'll be sitting here till you have a long white beard like Gandalf's.  So I encourage you, even if you've read it a hundred times, to re-read that poetry and let the awesomeness sink in. 

19 September 2012

Virvatuli Design's Elven Handflower Giveaway


A few weeks ago, while browsing through Etsy, I saw this beautiful pair of fingerless gloves inspired by The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien.

Nightengale (Tinuviel) Mitts by Virvatuli Designs
The pretty colors and quality caught my eye and I just had to check out the rest of Virvatuli Design's shop when I read the description:

"Tinuviel the elven-fair,
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering"
J. R. R. Tolkien-"The Lord of the Rings"

These mitts are a tribute to the brave, magical Elvish princess, Luthien Tinuviel, in Tolkien's "The Silmarillion." She forsakes immortal life to be with her beloved, Beren the mortal man, after suffering and overcoming numerous trials.

Rebekah and Grace, who run Virvatuli Designs, graciously offered to do a giveaway for the Tolkien Month celebration here at the blog!

I asked them to share a bit about themselves...

VirvatuliDesigns is a small shop run by two sisters, Rebekah and Grace, and they are both heavily influenced by J. R. R. Tolkien's work-particularly "The Lord of the Rings." The graceful, yet powerful elves, simple, brave hobbits, and shadowy warriors made an impression on us at an early age. Whether it's as obvious as a "Galadriel" doll (Grace has one on the back-burner), or as subtle as the Norse Mythology character gloves Rebekah is currently working on, Tolkien's writings are an endless source of inspiration. J. R. R. Tolkien's characters and worlds are rich, beautiful, and enduring, and we strive for that same quality in every piece of work that ends up in our store.
Lady Sif Fingerless Mitts
Skadi Mittens
These two mitts are inspired by Norse mythology (which greatly influenced Tolkien) and are knit with that complex and beautiful fairisle technique. Lady Sif was the wife of Thor and godess of harvests, and Skadi was the godess of winter.

OK, so this doll has already been sold but I just had to share it because I think it's so cute. And GREEN. And it's a MERMAID. And they call her a "steampunk siren!" (In the listing it states that they do custom items, so if you like this mermaid I'm sure they'd be glad to make it again!).

They have beautiful dolls like Marie Antoinette and Odette from Swan Lake in stock.

The Giveaway



VirvatuliDesigns is giving away one pair of Elven handflowers and a $10 gift certificate that can be used in their shop or for custom orders!

Don't know what a handflower is? Rebekah explains that is is essentially a wrist warmer with a triangular portion that hooks around the middle finger, like a medieval sleeve.

This is a picture of a pair of handflowers currently available in their shop:

Queen of Hearts Knit Handflower

The Elven ones, of course, will be considerably different.



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I turned 18 recently.



My birthday was lovely... I had several friends over to spend the night, and I celebrated becoming an adult by having a book-themed tea party. Everyone came in a costume and we ate so many desserts (everything from lembas bread, to Balin's (root)beer, to Turkish Delight, to the poison in Snow White's apple-- aka red Jello-- to Willy Wonka candy bars, complete with a ticket for the birthday girl, to cheesecake cupcakes which isn't from any book but tasted heavenly, to butterbeer and tea and biscuits from high tea from Jane Austen... and more... yes, it was YUM).


The lembas bread turned out wonderfully. The Turkish Delight... not so much.








I was a terrible host and made my friends help me cook. We even had a themed breakfast-- green eggs and ham (Green Eggs and Ham), blue pancakes (Percy Jackson), strawberries and cream (all British books), white grape juice (my favorite, which we were calling nectar and ambrosia, so it ties into Greek mythology, right?), and a pineapple with a bow (PSYCH! and it's a TARDIS blue bow!).


I pulled my first true all nighter, mostly watching movies like The Young Victoria and Inception but also just hanging out. We were so tired but still went out to go on a hike (and I went crazy with the camera. The picture above is one of my friends on the hike. The drought is over and flowers finally abound.)


Then I hung out at home doing nothing and having a blast. Weekend birthdays are the best.



On one hand, I feel (...somewhat) mature and 18 isn't such a big deal. On the other hand... HOLY COW I'M AN ADULT NOW?!




How it is possible to feel both far too old and far to young at the same time? Life is a perpetually perplexing paradox. (And apparently I appreciate alliteration!).




Whose idea was it to say that you are a grownup when you are 18? I don't feel like an adult. Sure, I can take care of myself and I'm fairly responsible, mature, yada yada bingle bongle dingle dangle yickedy do, yickedy da, ping pong, lippy tappy too taa. (Did you catch the reference? Anyone?)

But at the same time, I feel so young, untested, inadequate, and unprepared. I suppose everyone, even the most grownup of grownups, must feel that way sometimes. I think it's more of a human thing than purely an age thing.


Just a moment after that thought crosses my mind, it strikes me that I have been alive for more than 567,710,208 seconds. Then I get that same eerie feeling that I always have when I hear stories about prodigies, see an impressive piece of art, read an amazing book, meet someone who is completely driven with love, learn about a saint, or merely think about the freakishly amazing things than people think of-- namely, what in the world have I been doing with my life?! 

I'm a few hundred million seconds old. How many of those seconds have I wasted? How many opportunities to love, to pray, to learn, to create, have I passed over? How many times have I ignored God and veered my life off track and squandered these precious seconds?  


Being an adult is a wonderful thing. My family has helped me wonderfully and my parents have prepared me for this time. I feel so young and unready but I do know I can totally manage it. But although in the next few years I will be leaving home and beginning new journeys, I don't ever want to grow up.

There is a difference between being an adult due to age and maturity and being a grownup because you've forgotten how to be a kid. I can't imagine how dull it is to be one of those thousands of people who have lost their sense of wonder and joy. Little kids have a true gift because every little thing excites them. Everything from the rich crisp color of an apple to the hum of the washing machine to the taste of cerulean wind to the way that fingers move is a miracle to them.

This post is brought to you by a slighty very goofy young adult Shaylynn, who is not in an unusually philosophical mood. (I actually think about stuff like this all the time, I just feel silly trying to put it into words, and just feel silly in general). This Shaylynn also decided to take self-portraits because 1) being the photographer of the family, she had no good pictures of herself and 2) she wanted to mess with camera settings and see if the self-timer would let the camera focus properly. As the picture to the right proves, the self-timer sometimes went off before expected... She also took these pictures after a birthday all-nighter and forgot to put on makeup and is vaugely wondering why she is allowing herself to post these pictures on her blog. She's also writing this right at bedtime which should account for all the rambling. She's also writing in third person. She's also commenting on the obvious. She's also commenting on the obvious. She's also commenting on the obvious. (Cue infinite loop).

17 September 2012

A Jewelry Sneak Peek





My photography studio. :)
I've been working on some new Lord of the Rings inspired jewelry pieces as custom work, twisting glass leaves and stone beads into intricate little affairs of woodland sparkles. A friend came over to model some of it for me, but you're going to have to wait another week before I can share all the photos! So, here's a sneak peek!

16 September 2012

The Two Trees of Valinor


This is a small painting that I completed recently, inspired by the Two Trees of Valinor as described in the first book of the Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien:

And as they watched, upon the mound there came forth two slender shoots; and silence was over all the world in that hour, nor was there any other sound save the chanting of Yavanna. Under her song the saplings grew and became fair and tail, and came to flower; and thus there awoke in the world the Two Trees of Valinor. Of all things which Yavanna made they have most renown, and about their fate all the tales of the Elder Days are woven.

The one had leaves of dark green that beneath were as shining silver, and from each of his countless flowers a dew of silver light was ever falling, and the earth beneath was dappled with the shadow of his fluttering leaves. The other bore leaves of a young green like the new-opened beech; their edges were of glittering gold. Flowers swung upon her branches in clusters of yellow flame, formed each to a glowing horn that spilled a golden rain upon the ground; and from the blossom of that tree there came forth warmth and a great light. Telperion the one was called in Valinor, and Silpion, and Ninquelote, and many other names; but Laurelin the other was, and Malinalda, and Culurien, and many names in song beside.

In seven hours the glory of each tree waxed to full and waned again to naught; and each awoke once more to life an hour before the other ceased to shine. Thus in Valinor twice every day there came a gentle hour of softer light when both trees were faint and their gold and silver beams were mingled. Telperion was the elder of the trees and came first to full stature and to bloom; and that first hour in which he shone, the white glimmer of a silver dawn, the Valar reckoned not into the tale of hours, but named it the Opening Hour, and counted from it the ages of their reign in Valinor.
Yavanna was one of the Valar-- essentially a sort of angel who worked to create the world that Iluvatar decreed-- and was responsible for all things that grew on Arda (the world, which Middle-Earth is a part of).

Telperion and Larelin were the only light besides the stars at this time. The Silmarils, gems of great beauty that played a huge role in the first few ages of Ea (the universe) (and which gave their name to The Silmarillion), were created from their dew.

Melkor, the main evil dude and Saruon's overlord-- grew jealous of the trees and their beauty. He wounded them and sent the 'gloom-weaver' Ungoliant (a giant spider, the great-great-great-something-grandmother of Shelob, of Lord of the Rings fame) to poison the trees and drain their sap.

The Sun and the Moon were created from the leaves of Larelin and Telperion, respectively. Other important items from LotR, including the White Tree of Gondor and Galadriel's phial of light which she gives Frodo, also come from these trees.

I had to use a lot of parenthesis to explain all of that... which is just proof that Tolkien truly was a genius subcreator. (That and that the depth of his work can get confusing). Everything had its own place in the story. The Silmarillion can be difficult to read at times, since it feels like a cross between an old mythology book and a dry history text-- a very different style from the Lord of the Rings trilogy--, but the stories are amazing. It is well worth reading! 

I thought I'd share some behind-the-scenes pictures for this painting, not because I'm a great artist whose technique you should copy (seriously, I broke so many "rules" while making this painting) but because I always enjoy seeing how other people approach drawing and you just might like seeing my process.


I began with a light pencil sketch. I didn't use any references-- which is usually a bad thing for me-- but in this case I did not want realistic trees, and so I let my stylistic tendencies go crazy.

Yes, the celtic knotwork in the tree branches was done entirely freehand and based off of nothing but a sharpie drawing I did in an old sketchbook.

I thought at first that I would simply outline the trees in a Chinese calligraphy style... but I've never managed to actually just make a simple picture. I always make things crazy complicated!


The outlining was done in gouache (rhymes with squash, yes, it's very fun to say) mixed with only a tad of water. I used the same brown mixed with blue, for Telperion, and yellow, for Larelin. Gouache (which is really difficult to spell and the spellchecker hates me at the moment) is a very interesting paint, and it feels like a mix between watercolor and acrylics. I totally don't know the proper way to use it.

At this point I thought I'd try painting the "mingling of lights" that occurred twice each day in Arda-- which is an amazing idea and is so much more beautiful inside my head than on paper.

The purple and yellow lights were originally done in watercolor but I went back over them with a very watered-down gouache. Normally you do the background first, people, it makes life easier...







At this point I went into full-out painting mode and really regretted doing this on regular thin journal paper.

You might notice some of the details here-- there are a lot of symbolic things in this picture. 

Firstly, the Celtic knotwork. Aside from being pretty, it's inspired by the interlacing decoration drawn by the Norse and Celtic people. Tolkien was greatly inspired by their mythology and the Two Trees remind me of the mythological tree Yggdrasil

Each tree intertwines around either the Sun or the Moon and the white flowers are inspired by the White Tree of Gondor. I also painted things like the rain of light and the speckled ground.

On the bottom are two leaves (which I tried to draw as Tolkien described for each tree) along with the three Silmarils. I know they don't look like real gems, but I copied Tolkien's heraldic design for them.

The Silmarils, drawn by J.R.R. Tolkien   (image via)

Everything was done in gouache, either very very watered down, like watercolor, or very thick and opaque. I don't know if you can see it but there are many places with decorative opaque white dots...

Gouache works really well in a calligraphy dip pen, by the way. And the Tengwar writing at the top is the English mode and merely reads "Trees of Valinor."


And because I like angled pictures:


Voila, there you go, I did a painting of the Two Trees of Valinor and it turned out nothing like what it appeared in my mind! I like the stylistic work, but I may try my hand at something more realistic...

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