Why do I always choose complex lighting situations when I cannot even handle "normal" lighting conditions?
Anyway. My first contribution to the Silmarillion Writers' Guild's Akallabêth in August
. My other contributions will be fan fiction, but this topic offered itself up for a picture - this picture has actually been in my head for years
One or two among you may notice a certain similarity of Mt. Meneltarma to a certain real-world holy mountain [link]
. That is, of course, no coincidence. I have always imagined Mt. Meneltarma rather like Mt. Fuji (including the volcano bit, which at any rate accounts for the flattened/ depressed summit on which people could gather by the thousands, and also for the smoke and fire issuing from it towards the end). So the coastline is roughly that of Honshû, and in modern terms the Dúnedain are kind of headed towards Yokohama.
Bonus: Cheesiest sunset ever!
- - -Then the Edain set sail upon the deep waters, following the star; and the Valar laid a peace upon the sea for many days, and sent sunlight and a sailing wind, so that the waters glittered before the eyes of the Edain like rippling glass, and the foam flew like snow before the stems of their ships. But so bright was Rothinzil that even at morning Men could see it glimmering in the West, and in the cloudless night it shone alone, for no other star could stand beside it. And setting their course towards it the Edain came at last over leagues of sea and saw afar the land that was prepared for them, Andor, the land of gift, shimmering in a golden haze. Then they went up out of the sea and found a country fair and fruitful, and they were glad. And they called that land Elenna, which is Starwards; but also Anadûnê, which is Westernesse, Númenórë in the High Eldarin tongue.
But in the midst of the land was a mountain tall and steep, and it was named the Meneltarma, the Pillar of Heaven, and upon it was a high place that was hallowed to Eru Ilúvatar, and it was open and unroofed, and no other temple or fane was there in the land of the Númenoreans.
~ J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion