galadhremmin:

If there is such a thing as Moon-runes, it makes sense that there would also have been Tree-runes; and entire libraries rendered invisible, unreadable, untranslated by Sun or Moon. Rows of empty books upon books whose ink can be seen only beneath Telperion or Laurelin’s light, kept out of some foolish hope for their return, at first– and then out of an unwillingness to do away with what many still remember. If Earendil was ever allowed enough time out of the sky he might have been able to read what was lost by the light of the silmaril bound to his brow, though it often blinds him. But he has a voyage to complete until the end of the world; dragons to fight, lost children to dream of. And so the library stands empty, undecaying.

On the corner of a shelf; invisible maps of vanished continents. 

A slim volume of love poetry one could only read at the time of the Trees’ mingling; the people it was inspired by almost unrecognisable to one another beneath the new harsh light. 

(via feanorianethicsdepartment)