The Riddle Thread

[Áramandë Amaniel]

The moon?

No.

 

[Vorondil]

 

[Áramandë Amaniel]

Well, it's not Gollum either.

 

[Vorondil]

Well, it's not Gollum either.

I had a feeling it wasn't.

 

[Áramandë Amaniel]

Rising and falling
In all observed ways that ever augment;
Never to be ceased
Upon the brink of day nor night.

Yet in all absence I am discovered,
Here to be seen beyond your reach,
Until here beyond
You come at last.

Is my riddle too difficult for all of ye?

 

[CheriptheRipper]

High tide?

 

[Áramandë Amaniel]

No. It's legendarium-related.

 

[Vorondil]

Is it the stars?

 

[CheriptheRipper]

No. It's legendarium-related.

Pretty sure there's a high tide in middle earth
Appreciate the hint though, can only figure out half, probably wrong but Halls of Mandos?

 

[Vorondil]

What about Valinor?

 

[CheriptheRipper]

What about Valinor?

Thought the same but don't get the 'Rising and falling' bit unless it's to do with the way the world changed after it became 3D.

 

[Áramandë Amaniel]

Halls of Mandos?

Doubt thyself not; thou art correct!

Rising and falling (the Tides of Time)
In all observed ways that ever augment; (History of Arda; the Tapestries of Vairë; also refers to the Halls that ever-widen)
Never to be ceased
Upon the brink of day nor night. (Time ever flows on; it is eternal)

Yet in all absence I am discovered, (in the absence of life when it ends; also a reference to the nature of the "Timeless" Halls of Awaiting)
Here to be seen beyond your reach, (beyond the Sundering Seas)
Until here beyond
You come at last. (beyond the bounds of life, referring to the fallen souls of Elves and Men)

 

[CheriptheRipper]

@ℐ𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓌𝑒𝓃 ℒ𝑒𝓁𝓎𝒶𝓂𝒾́𝓇𝑒̈ huh never woulda gotten the first, second and fourth relation.
I really enjoyed that, if it pleases you, would you want to again?
I couldn't possibly think of one myself and would either way really prefer guessing again.

 

[Áramandë Amaniel]

I really enjoyed that, if it pleases you would you want to again?

If such by thy desire, so be it. Here is my second:

Sweet flower in balm renewed,
Wandering across lands far and wide,
Rejoicing in the joining of twain,
Amidst surreal mystery and secrecy.

Upon many long years thereafter,
Joy became mingled with sorrow,
In melancholy two fled astray and distant,
And left behind merely silence and ruin.

 

[CheriptheRipper]

The two trees?

 

[Áramandë Amaniel]

No.

 

[CheriptheRipper]

Blue wizards?

 

[Áramandë Amaniel]

No.

 

[Vorondil]

Beren and Luthien?

 

[Áramandë Amaniel]

No, but you're close.