I’ve finished a number of things for my Finrod costume, but Nauglamír is the most important one. The Silmarillion says of Nauglamír, Finrod’s fabled Dwarf-necklace:
And in that time was made for him the Nauglamír, the Necklace of the Dwarves, most renowned of their works in the Elder Days. It was a carcanet of gold, and set therein were gems uncounted from Valinor; but it had a power within it so that it rested lightly on its wearer as a strand of flax, and whatsoever neck it clasped it always sat with grace and loveliness.
I can’t match that, of course, but I did my best with what I could get.
The pants and shoes I’ll wait to photograph until I have the whole costume together. (They’re plain blue, and not much to look at.)
I also purchased a cheap werewolf head mask to use as my trophy. (When Finrod went to help Luthien rescue Beren, he was captured and set upon by werewolves. He killed them with his bare hands and teeth, then died of his injuries.) Besides adding some blood streamers to the bottom, I installed a zipper so that if I end up going anywhere on Halloween, this can double as my purse.
Also, Tournament 3 of Nerd Wars has officially begun. One of the challenges requires us to link a project to a haiku, preferably one that we have written. So I have been trying to come up with some Lord of the Rings haiku.
A butterfly clip
Graces your ebony hair
Not very manly
Taters, nice taters
Boil ‘em, mash ‘em, stick ‘em in
a stew, potatoes
Fennas Nogothrim
Lasto beth Lammen! Ando…
Oh, it was mellon?
Spears shall be shaken!
Arise! And the sun rises!
Ride now for ruin!
A day may yet come
When the courage of Men fails
It is not this day
Olórin, Tarkun,
Mithrandir, mainly Gandalf,
Too many names, dude.
The Dwarf breathes loudly
I could shoot him in the dark
Blindfold that sucker
No man can kill you
But it’s time for you to die
For I am no man
I will take the Ring
Though I do not know the way
And I am so small
One does not simply
Even with a thousand men
Walk into Mordor
Now that it’s October, I need to go up in the attic to look for Admiral Spookington the Ghostie Pinata. I’m sure he’s still around somewhere.






