The Winner of the Strangest Character Silmaril Award 2020

“Welcome, everyone to the Strangest Character Ceremony! I’d like to start by…er, hang on a moment…”

“You want me to what?”

*sighs*

“Oh boy. If you say so, I guess.”

*clears throat*

“Welcome, one and all, to a ceremony most fair,

where we celebrate the strange ones, to show them how we care.

Presenting today is a man of quick wit

who speaks only in rhyme; Tom Bombadil! And now I quit.”

I leave the stage as Tom Bombadil bounds onto it, all smiles, and nearly trips over his feet in his excitement. He levels his gaze with the audience and spreads his arms wide.

“It’s a pleasure to see you all gathered around,

for the announcement of one in whom strangeness abounds.

But first we must hear the grand nominees,

the contestants who made it to the round three.”

Tom riffles through a stack of papers and loudly clears his throat.

“First there is…scarecrow. What an odd name!

Are you sure this is correct? Well, all the same,

he’s made of straw, with a silly little face,

he bounces along to get place to place.

He doesn’t talk much, if at all, really,

but there is more to him than the eye can see!”

The audience claps as the scarecrow bounces on his pole, bits of hay falling to the floor beneath him, seeming to want to convey to the people that he is pleased they are clapping for him, but unable to do so. His blank stare and stiff body pause and clunk against the chair he is propped against. Beside him, Sophie rolls her eyes.

“Next comes Gurgi, a creature of rhymes,

much like me, a poet full time!

All covered in leaves with matted down fur,

he has long skinny arms that are grimy for sure!

But he is the most loyal creature, despite the grime,

though crunchings and munchings take up most of his time.”

Gurgi timidly stands and faces the audience. As they clap, he smiles, but quickly sits down, mumbling under his breath to Taran sitting beside him. “Gurgi’s poor, tender head hurts from the clapping,” he says quietly. Taran pats him on the shoulder with a small smile.

“A cat with attitude is next on our list,

his riddles and puzzles will make your mind twist.

It’s the Cheshire Cat, with his purple stripes and grin,

you might get lost in Wonderland and happen upon him.

He isn’t quite helpful, but he isn’t all bad.

Though if you hang about him too long, you might grow mad.”

The audience scans the crowd for any sign of the feline, but it isn’t until they look up do they notice the striped cat lounging on one of the rafters above, lazily licking a paw, a giant grin on his face. Alice looks up in frustration, but says nothing. The cat seems to enjoy the applause given to him, but quickly fades away as the clapping dies down.

“What this ceremony requires is a doctor, don’t you agree?

Well, Miracle Max is the one it will be!

He’s got lots of character, and is quite nice, I think,

as long as your name isn’t Prince Humperdinck.

He can heal you of all sorts of diseases,

but he might not help you. You see, he does what he pleases.”

Miracle Max stands from his chair, raising a hand as if to say ‘no, no, please don’t clap for me,’ as the audience gives a round of applause. Valerie sitting beside him crosses her arms, clearly annoyed her husband is being given all the credit when she is the one always convincing him to do the right thing. After a few moments, she yanks his sleeve and he falls abruptly back into his seat, glowering at her.

“And finally we have a fiery demon.

Don’t worry, he’s friendly! I’d love you to meet him.

Oddly charming, but perhaps sometimes whiny,

his name is Calcifer, and at first he seems spiny.

But after you talk with him, he’s really quite smart.

Because deep down, he has a very big heart.”

In a little fire pit set before Howl’s and Sophie’s row, Calcifer flames up at the mention of his name, growing larger as the audience claps louder. “Calcifer, stop that,” Sophie says, swatting at him. “You’ll burn the scarecrow.” The scarecrow shifts his body to face Sophie, then swivels back to Calcifer and bounces down a couple empty chairs. Calcifer grudgingly stops.

“The votes have been tallied, the totals have been scored.

Who is the winner of this most auspicious award?”

The audience waits with bated breath as Tom pauses for dramatic affect. The scarecrow bounces up and down in his seat five chairs away from his party, and the Cheshire Cat reappears, eyes and grin wide. Miracle Max leans forward in his seat, while Valerie rolls her eyes as if to say “Honestly, dear, why are you so keen on winning this award, of all the awards.” But she doesn’t say anything, instead just watches on.

Tom clears his throat. And winks at Valerie.

“It is the healer Miracle Max, that we so jubilantly celebrate!

He has won, defied the odds, and now we all must demonstrate

our warmest regards by clapping loud for everyone to hear!

Congratulations and adulation to our winner of this year!”

The audience bursts into applause, as Max stares dumbfounded for but a moment before welcoming the praise being showered on him. Valerie smiles, rolling her eyes, but rises and gives her husband a kiss. After all, he did win. And she’s proud of him for that. Tom Bombadil motions for Max to come up on stage and then hands him a gold silmaril with a sly wink.

“Thank you all for coming, we’re so glad you could attend.

But now I must be off, I have important matters to amend.

And with these parting words I say, adieu and enjoy the rest!

Take some time to socialize and be our welcomed guests!”

Tom Bombadil bounds off stage in the same manner as bounded on and promptly vanishes in the throe of people.

“Do…do I still have to rhyme everything I say? Tom? I’m not rhyming anymore!”

I shake my head, shrugging my shoulders. “Well, thank you everyone for coming! Be sure to visit Christine tomorrow to see who wins the Most Mischievous Imp award!”

Thanks for reading guys! Hooray for Miracle Max! What did you think of the ceremony? Are you happy for Max? Let me know down below!

The 2020 Silmaril Awards // Voting Round!

Wow, did we ever have a wonderful turnout this year! Thank you guys all so much for all of your nominations and seconds and fun comments!

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But enough with the gushing, let’s get to what everyone really cares about…who are the nominees?

Drum roll please!

For the Strangest Character category, the nominees are…

The scarecrow from Howl’s Moving Castle! I know, I’m as shocked as you are. XD The scarecrow is an interesting fellow, doesn’t talk much. At all, actually. He gets around by bopping on his wooden pole, much to everyone’s annoyance. But he’s surprisingly fast. One might call him a turnip-head, but there is more to him than first meets the eye…

The Cheshire Cat from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland! With his alarming grin and disarming habit of disappearing into seemingly nowhere, this cat is definitely interesting. Though he does attempt to ‘help’ Alice on her journey through Wonderland, it seems he only causes more problems than he does fix them. Has a touch of madness to him. Though, as the saying goes, “we’re all mad here.”

Gurgi from the Prydain Chronicles! This leafy little creature talks solely in the third-person and seems obsessed with “crunchings and munchings.” He’s perhaps a bit self-absorbed, frequently feeling sorry for himself, and going on about his “poor, tender head.” Despite this, he is extremely loyal to Taran and sticks by his side throughout his friend’s journey…

Calcifer from Howl’s Moving Castle! An oddly charming fire demon with a sharp tongue, Calcifer is not your average fiery ball. Not that there could really be such a thing as an ‘average’ fiery demon ball, but you know. Calcifer, though quick-witted, is not always the most trustworthy demon. He keeps many secrets, some by choice, others by oath. On top of that, he can be a bit whiny, perhaps even nasty sometimes. But deep down, he has a good heart…

Miracle Max from The Princess Bride! He may not be the nicest at first, refusing to help Westley in a time of dire need, but with the prodding of his wife Valerie, Miracle Max finally comes around and agrees to help. Only because of a longstanding grudge though. Not necessarily from the goodness of his heart, but you take what you can get. And it should be said, he did give Westley a mere 40 minutes (“accidentally”) instead of the promised hour, which really makes you think…

Now that you have the ballot, be sure to vote! Follow this link and vote for who you think should win in each category. Follow these links to see the descriptions of all the other nominees this year!

May your favorite character win! I will now leave you with Gandalf:

Thank you again to all who participated in the nominations! It was a wonderful time! Don’t forget to vote, and be sure to stick around and see who wins this years’ 2020 Silmaril Awards!

The 2020 Silmaril Awards: Nominate…The Strangest Characters You Know (CLOSED!)

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(Thank you for all of your nominations! The voting round will begin soon!)

Hello my friends! I am incredibly excited to announce that the 2020 Silmaril Awards have come upon us!

And this year I am quite pleased that I will be hosting the Strangest Characters ceremony! I will be interesting, to say the least, and I can’t wait to see who appears in the comments below!

Now, remember, the strangest character is someone who is… quite strange. Perhaps not at first glance, or perhaps at very first glance. They stand out from the crowd, in either a good way or a bad way. They aren’t quite like anyone else. They have eccentricities people find downright odd. But maybe they have a heart of gold, hidden under all that strangeness. Or perhaps a heart of coal…Whatever the case may be, these characters are always entertaining!

A few rules before you scamper down to the comment section:

  • NO Lord of the Rings characters. Most of them will be presenting the award winners, and, well, how awkward would it be to accept your own award?
  • No previous winners. If you don’t know who those previous winners, check it out on our site!
  • Only fantasy characters are available for nomination. If a solid argument can be made for a certain book or series that you think is technically in the fantasy genre…we’ll allow it (such as The Lunar Chronicles).
  • Be sure to mention which book/series the characters are from. Us mods consider ourselves fantasy experts extraordinaire… but we haven’t read every single fantasy book out there. It really helps us out!
  • Nominate and second as many characters as your dragon-loving heart desires. All you have to do is comment down below! The top 5 MOST seconded characters will go on to the final round, so seconding is important!
  • Authors are NOT allowed to vote for their own characters. But you can definitely encourage your fans to vote for them!

And be sure to nominate your favorite characters in all the other wonderful categories too!

We also have a super epic bookstagram challenge going on right now, so be sure to participate and include our hashtag #silmarilawards2020 so we can all see your amazing photos!

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And guess what else? We are holding an awesomely amazing Rafflecopter giveaway for all you lovely folks! You could win goodies, books, or even a $50 Book Depository gift card! How awesome is that?! Follow this link to put your name in the raffle, as well as complete some other fun assignments for more entries!

Now be off with you! The nominations round is open Aug. 31st to Sep. 4th, so go forth and nominate!

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And the Winner is… // Winner of the Most Mischievous Imp Award!

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The day has come. I swallow, nerves and excitement warring in my stomach. The contestants are hanging out behind the curtains as I wait for the proper signal to send Pippin out.

I glance back at the unusual group. Pippin is making rounds, introducing himself to each of the nominees and chatting with them a bit. I see him talking with Crispin, who Lionheart seems really fascinated by.

Twinkle looks disgusted at the two men’s fascination, and stands in a huff, arms crossed. Sage attempts to entertain Twinkle, rolling his coin across his knuckles, apparently not realizing that Twinkle is a grown wizard who is simply be disagreeable.

Nidawi’s lioness (which I told her not to bring but she did anyway) gives a slight growl in my direction, and I take a step back.

This night is a disaster waiting to happen.

Pippin finishes his lively chat with the group and turns to me. “That Crispin fellow is quite the interesting chap! Did you see what he can do?”

I nod. “I’ve seen. But you should get ready. It’s nearly time.”

“Splendid! This is going to be a wonderful ceremony!”

I stare at him, sensing hidden meaning behind his words. But I brush it off with a helpless sigh. “Let’s get this over with.”

The contestants head out the back way, to their assigned seats, just as Pippin prepares to go out on stage.

I rub my temple. Something bad is going to happen, I just know it.

I hear Pippin’s voice echo and bounce around the enormous room. “Welcome, gentlemen and gentleladies, to the most spectacular ceremony you will ever see!”

The crowd claps wildly. They are in for an interesting night.

“Before I announce the winner, of the Most Mischievous Imp award, let’s give an explosive round of applause for each of our dazzling canidates!”

Wait a minute. I whip my head out from behind the curtain and immediately my attention darts to the back of the room where a thousand glimmering fireworks are about to be set off.

Are you kidding me?

I dash from behind the stage, arms waving like mad. “Stop!” I screech, but it’s too late.

The fireworks soar through the air with an ear-piercing shriek and the audience screams and ducks for cover.

I glance over at Pippin, who has the most delighted smile on his face. The fireworks fly about the room, surprisingly never hitting anyone. He’s planned this, I realize.

I should have known.

“You all may be seated,” Pippin shouts, “I assure you, as long as you remain seated, no harm will come to you!” I hear him mutter, “I think, anyhow.”

The audience seems calmed by this affirmation and settles down, just as the fireworks die off.

“And with that fantastic display, let’s put our hands together for our first contestant, the lovely Nidawi, the Everblooming!”

Nidawi stands, and waves majestically, her lioness giving an astoundingly loud roar. I fear the audience will go into a tizzy again, but they only seem to think it part of the act.

“Very lovely. And now, a truly fantastic wizard, How…er, I mean, Twinkle!”

Twinkle bounces from his seat and after glaring at Pippin for nearly ruining his disguise, he gives an adorable bow and plops back down in his chair.

Pippin grins nervously, but keeps going. “Next we have Sir Lionheart, perhaps better known as Leonard the Lightning Tongue, a most jovial jester, the best bard of all!”

Uproarious applause sounds as Lionheart stands up on his chair and does an impressive bow.

“Excuse me!”

I look toward the indignant voice. It seems to come from the back of the crowd.

“I take offense to that! How could you say something so bold yet untrue?”

I roll my eyes as Eanrin stands from his seat, a fist raised. “I’ve worked hard for my title, and you think you can simply toss the phrase ‘best bard of all’ to an amateur fool? I won’t have it!”

“Eanrin, I apologize,” Pippin says, grinning. “I had no idea you felt so strongly about the subject. Perhaps he is only second best then?”

Eanrin crosses his arms and falls back into his seat. “Say what you will, however I can’t stand by calling a simple fool ‘the best’.”

“Oh pleathe,” Twinkle pipes in. “Can’t we jutht get on with thith? We could be here all day if Eanrin had hith way!”

“A splendid idea, H-…Twinkle!” Pippin nods and gestures toward the seat beside Lionheart.

“And in our next seat, we have the spectular Sage! Watch your pockets, folks!”

Sage stands, grinning and gives a quick bow before returning to his seat. As the audience claps, a bit more uneasily than before, I glance at the empty chair where Crispin should be, but is not.

What’s going on now?

“Pippin!” I whisper-shout, trying to catch his eye. But he goes on without so much as a glance in my direction.

“Unfortunately, Crispin cannot be with us at the moment, as he is attending to some very important time matters.” He gives a wide grin. “He may not be here, but rest assured, he is with us…in spirit.”

The audience gives a disappointed sigh, but claps anyway. I clench my fists.

What is going on?

“Now, with that out of the way, let’s announce our winner, shall we?” Pippin gestures for the crowd to cheer, and excited shouts fill the air.

“My award scroll, if you will, Madeline,” he announces, holding out his hand.

I stare in disbelief. “I gave the scroll to you,” I say.

Pippin’s face grows fearful. “Why, I don’t remember taking, not at all!” He checks his pockets, front, back, side, everywhere. Yet no scroll is found.

“I accuthe Thage of thtealing the thcroll!” Twinkle shouts, leaping from his seat. He dashes over to Sage, who quickly jumps out of his seat and bolts down the center aisle.

“Someone! Anyone! Stop this madness!” Pippin says, bouncing off the stage and pointing.

I squint my eyes, skeptical. I turn to the two boys running from the room. “Howl!” I shout. “Would you please stop Sage?”

“Who’s Howl?” Twinkle screams, snatching at Sage’s arm.

I face-palm. Yep. This is a disaster.

“Howl, quite flailing about and stop Sage this instant!” Sophie shouts. Her voice echoes, and the room goes silent.

Twinkle freezes, rolling his eyes so far they almost look like they’ll roll right from his head. He holds out a hand. “Thtop right now!” he yells. Sage pauses.

“All you had to do was ask,” Sage mutters. Twinkle makes grabby hands for the scroll, but Sage keeps it out of reach and stalks back up to the stage and hands the scroll to Pippin.

That was…too easy. I narrow my eyes.

This was a distraction.

Pippin wipes fake sweat from his brow. “Well, what an exciting chase, wouldn’t you say? Now, let’s announce the winner of this years Most Mischievous Imp award!”

The audience cheers, now eager and impatient to hear the winner.

Pippin unrolls the scroll with a grand sweep and flick of his wrist. And his eyes nearly bug out of his head. “And…and the…the winner is…”

Me!”

I swing my attention to the rafters, where Crispin is swinging his feet, the glimmering Silmaril in hand.

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“I have the gem, I won!” Crispin whoops and tosses the ribbon in the air, barely catching it before it falls.

The crowd turns toward Crispin in shock, gasping and shuffling in there seats.

“He thtole it!” Twinkle exclaims.

“Crispin!” Pippin shouts, waving madly. “Wait! Come down, there’s been a mistake!”

“I hardly think so!” Crispin leaps from the rafters. The crowd screams as Crispin falls, but a portal quickly opens beneath him and he disappears inside.

The room melts into an uproar. “This is ridiculous!” “We can’t have any sort of composure here, can we?” “This is crazier than last year’s ceremony!”

But I can only smile. Because I know what happened. So I decide to sit back and watch the chaos ensue.

“Gentlemen, ladies, please, calm yourselves! I assure, you everything is alright!” Pippin frantically gestures for the crowd to calm, but everyone has grown indignant.

“I’m back!”

Crispin appears from a portal, Silmaril gripped tight in hand. “Wow, I rather didn’t expect that to work! Yet here I am!”

Relief floods Pippin’s face. “Crispin, there’s been a mishap…”

“I know, I know, quite a funny one as well.” Crispin turns toward the audience. “So sorry for that little jumble, but it was all in good fun, yeah? Just a joke! I didn’t actually win. I just stole the Silmaril to mess with you all! Tell them, Pippin!”

The audience stares at Crispin. I cover my mouth with my hand, muffling a snort.

Pippin fingers his collar, swallowing. “Um…Crispin, you…you actually won.”

I’ve never seen wider eyes in my entire life than the ones on Crispin’s face as he takes in this sudden turn of events. “I…but…I thought…I didn’t…” His face turns a shade of red I have never seen before.

Pippin suddenly bursts out laughing. Soon, the whole audience is laughing too.

Crispin can only stand in bashful embarassment, a shy smile on his face.

“We had this whole grand scheme!” Pippin says between laughs, addressing the audience. “Sage and Twinkle created a distraction, while Crispin got a hold of the Silmaril and made off with it! We were going to play it for laughs.” He gives Crispin a soft punch to the arm. “And then you go and actually win the award. It’s quite a funny predicament, isn’t it?”

Crispin shrugs and smiles. “I suppose it is.”

“Now go on! Put your medal on! You deserve it!”

The crowd gives a standing ovation as Crispin slides the Silmaril over his head. He gives a deep bow. “Thank you all! You’re a right nice audience!”

I stand and clap, shooting a smile in Pippin’s direction.

Never a dull moment when you’re presenting an award for tricksters, that’s for sure.

Thank you all for nominating and voting in this years Silmaril Awards! We appreciate it so much, and we hope you stick around to see tomorrow’s winner over on Tracey’s blog!

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Silmaril Awards 2019 // Voting Form

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First of all, I’d like to give a huge thank you to all of your lovely fantasy lovers who commented on the most mischievous imp post. YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME!

And now, it’s come down to the top five nominees. *drum roll* And they are…

Crispin Beasley, a lively young British man living in 1920s England. He has amazing time powers that allow him to control the flow of time and open portals to different places and time periods. He’s very high energy, can be a bit immature, but he has a good heart and a cheerful attitude.

Nidawi, the Everblooming, used to be an immortal faerie. She can change forms, transforming from a young child into a beautiful lady as she wills. If she sees something she wants, she will try to get it, no matter what (even if that something is to marry a man she just met wandering the woods!)

Twinkle seems to be a normal child. He has beautiful blue yes, bouncy blond curls, and the cutest lisp. But don’t let his adorable looks fool you. He gets into his fair share of mischief, enough to drive Sophie up the wall! But when it’s revealed that this little angel is actually Howl in disguise… well, I’m not surprised, are you?

Sage is about as sarcastic and snarky as a young boy can be. He’s a street urchin, who just so happens to be an excellent pickpocket as well. He always manages to get himself hurt in one way or another, climbing buildings and sneaking around at night, and he isn’t afraid to stand up for people, (or even sass the grown-ups!)

Lionheart, perhaps better known by his alter-ego, Leonard the Lightning Tongue, is a master of jokes and mischief. He played a jester for a time and shocked and delighted many people with his sharp wit and fiery tongue. Sadly, he struggles with fear and cowardice, making all the wrong decisions and being controlled by his fear. But deep down in his soul, there is courage and compassion, even if he doesn’t realize it at first!

Voting ends Friday the 13th at midnight*! Oooooooooh, spooky! Follow this link to choose from the finalists!

*(If we’re being technical, it’s actually Friday 11:59 that the form will close, but Friday the 13th and midnight sounds much more dramatic. 😀 )

 

Thank you again for the wonderful turn out, and stay tuned to hear who wins this years Silmaril Awards!

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2019 Silmaril Awards // Nominations

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NOMINATIONS ARE CLOSED! THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR COMMENTS!

Yes, my good friends, it is that time once again. It’s time to nominate your favorite fantasy characters!

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This year, I will be hosting the award for…

Most Mischievous Imp!

This character must be a trickster, a joker, a wise guy (or girl)! Someone who is always getting into trouble and just barely getting out of it. Someone who perhaps loves a good prank, but really has a heart of gold. Or maybe someone who has no good intentions and instead rather enjoys causing more problems than solutions.

Rules //

  • NO Lord of the Rings characters. Most of them will be presenting the award winners, and, well, how awkward would it be to accept your own award?
  • No previous winners. If you don’t know who those previous winners, check it out on our site!
  • Only fantasy characters are available for nomination. If a solid argument can be made for a certain book or series that you think is technically in the fantasy genre…we’ll allow it.
  • Be sure to mention which book/series the characters are from. Us mods consider ourselves fantasy experts extraordinaire… but we haven’t read every single fantasy book out there. It really helps us out!
  • Nominate and second as many characters as your dragon-loving heart desires. All you have to do is comment down below! The top 5 MOST seconded characters will go on to the final round, so seconding is important!
  • Authors are NOT allowed to vote for their own characters. But you can definitely encourage your fans to vote for them!
  • Be sure to use the hashtag! This isn’t mandatory, but it helps to spread the word! #silmawards2019! And check out our Facebook group too! It’ll be a blast! 😉

And be sure to nominate your favorites in the other categories too!

Nominations will close this Friday, so be sure to get allll of your nominations in before then! And remember to have a blast!

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The Winner of the Most Epic Heroine Award

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Madeline: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, both magical and otherwise, to the Most Epic Heroine Ceremony! I hope you have all been having a good time, seeing the winners of everyone else’s categories, and have been delighted at the outcomes. But I’m sure you’re all ready to see who has won in this category, so without anymore ado I introduce our presenter, Eowyn!

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Immense cheers and clapping fill the room as Eowyn approaches, shocked and delighted at the ecstatic noise.

Eowyn: Thank you, Madeline, for hosting this gathering, and thank you, kind people that your are, for your enthusiasm. I appreciate every one of you. I am so honored to be here with you all and am overjoyed that you would think me such a wonderful hero to present this award.

More cheers sound and feet thump joyously on the ground, vibrating the entire room.

Eowyn: *smiles at the crowd, and then clears her throat* If I could have your quiet attention, I would like to list off the contestants who have proved themselves eligible for this wonderful award. First off, we have…Leeli Igiby!

Leeli uneasily gets to her feet, giving the most elegant bow a lady with a crippled leg can, as the crowd claps in excitement for her. Peet excitedly leaps up, clapping his socked hands furiously. Leeli gently guides him back into his seat, and smiles as he murmurs something eagerly in her ear.

Eowyn: *attempts to keep a laugh in while watching Leeli and Peet* A worthy contender, most courageous and compassionate indeed. Next on the list we have…Fern!

Fern bounces from her seat and gives a graceful bow as the crowd claps eagerly. She glances suddenly to her left with a look of apprehension in her eyes. There appears to be nothing there, but Fern smiles with a glitter in her eyes.

Eowyn: A truly lovely young girl, brave in the face of many dangers, not always seen by others. *gives Fern a kind look* Continuing down the list we have…Aravis!

Aravis swiftly gets to her feet and gives a most splendid bow, smiling at Shasta all the while. From the back of the hall, a couple of loud whinnies are heard, as well as some hoof stomping and loud shouts of approval from Hwin and Bree. A few people turn in surprise, amazed to see talking horses, but then realize that anything can happen at a fantasy awards ceremony. Of course there would be talking horses.

Eowyn: A most brave and adventurous spirit, kind to her animal friends, and loyal to her human friends. Next, we have…Cress!

Cress’s eyes dart away from examining the hall in awe, toward the center stage. She hurriedly gets to her feet as uproarious applause breaks out, giving a clumsy bow, and nearly falling on her face. Thorne quickly steadies her and silently urges her to return to her seat. She does so, her face a bit redder than it was before. Despite this, she gives a shy smile.

Eowyn: *smiles back, and continues with a laugh in her voice* A sweet, loyal friend and amazing lady, always there for her friends. Finally, we have…Jill!

Jill rises from her seat and gives a gentle curtsy, while Eustace sits in his seat, stubbornly not clapping, but smiling at Jill all the same. Puddleglum rolls his eyes and shoves Eustace in the shoulder, prompting Eustace to clap like a proper human being. Eustace finally gives in and gives a slow clap or two.

Eowyn: *lets out a small laugh, watching Eustace and Puddleglum* A fiercely loyal friend and brave explorer, most definitely deserving of this award. Of course, all of these wonderful ladies are more than deserving of the title Most Epic Heroine. I’m sure you are all most eager to here the results, so I won’t leave you to wonder any longer.

The winner of the Most Epic Heroine award is…

The crowd murmurs, suspense filling the room…The suspense fills the room, stealing everyone’s breath, leaving everyone unable to move…Contained excitement buzzes in the room, waiting to be unleashed…

Aravis!

Thunderous applause smashes throughout the room, as people jump to their feet, filling the room with an electric energy that makes the room practically glow.

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Aravis rises to her feet, her whole body trembling with excitement, and makes her way to the stage to stand beside Eowyn. Her face is lit up and her heart pounds fiercely in her chest.

Eowyn: On this day, we grant you this award, for your bravery in the face of lions, your loyalty to your friends, your kindness to the Talking Horses Hwin and Bree, your resourcefulness when escaping the Tisroc’s palace, and your unwavering perseverance in the face of troubles and sorrow. Please accept this medal, Aravis, for you surely deserve it.

Eowyn reveals a beautiful gold medallion with a smooth string of pink silk, and places it over Aravis’ head.

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Eowyn: Thank you all for coming to this ceremony, thank you for having me, Madeline, and thank you Aravis, for being an inspiration to people everywhere. We could all learn something from you, and I hope your story will live on to inspire many young souls in the years to come.

Madeline: There you have it! The winner of this year’s Most Epic Heroine! Let’s give one last round of applause for Aravis!

Happy cheers and claps fill the hall one last time. Leeli, Fern, Cress, and Jill come up on stage and congratulate Aravis, hugs become contagious, and a grand feast is held afterwards, with Aravis sitting at the front of the banquet table with her dear friends Shasta, Hwin, and Bree.

Send your congrats to Aravis down in the comments! And go read the stories these amazing ladies are in, so you can see them in all their epic-ness! 😀 Thanks for tuning in, and remember to check out the winners of all the other categories as well!

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Silmaril Awards // Voting Round!

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Hey guys! Okay, I just have to say it…WOW. WOW WOW WOW.

I got 236 COMMENTS on my nominations post and I am just amazed. YAY TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO NOMINATED PEOPLE! YAY TO THE PEOPLE WHO SECONDED PEOPLE!!YAY TO ALL THE EPIC HEROINES!!! 😀

And now, I’m sure you’ve all been waiting for the results, so I won’t delay any longer!

Coming up with the most nominations, we have…

Fern from The Girl Who Could See (by Kara Swanson)

Fern has a strong spirit and caring heart. Her bravery in the face of danger and her own fears – along with her relentless determination – certainly sets her apart as a very epic heroine. Also…she can see into other worlds and has an imaginary warrior friend.

Next we have…

Aravis from The Horse and His Boy (by C.S. Lewis)

Descendant of the great god Tash, Aravis is fearless, willing to kill herself rather than be married to her evil suitor. She survives lion attacks, avoids capture by sneaking out of Tashbaan and escaping to the Tombs, and treks through the blistering desert sun to reach her destination. Throughout her journey, Aravis has shown herself to be a strong and capable heroine, brave, loyal, and resourceful.

Up next we have…

Jill from The Silver Chair and The Last Battle (by C.S. Lewis)

Though bullied at school in England, Jill blossoms as a hero in Narnia. From her journeys through Underworld to save Prince Rillian, to her stand with the last king of Narnia in The Last Battle, Jill proves to be tenacious adventurer and a fierce friend.

Our next nominee is…

Leeli Igiby from The Wingfeather Saga (by Andrew Peterson)

Though she’s a young lass, Leeli Igiby carries herself with poise, and her compassion is nigh unrivaled. Her crippled leg doesn’t hinder her from joining her brothers Janner and Tink in wild escapades, and her small stature belies her fierce nature and ever-present courage. Chief among her skills is her deft touch on the whistleharp, from which she can spin songs that can quiet the most ferocious soul and penetrate the hardest heart. Her devotion to her family and her dear dog Nugget, her strength in the face of the ghastly Fangs of Dang, and her gentle attitude toward the mysterious Peet the Sock Man make her a true inspiration.

And finally we have…

Cress from The Lunar Chronicles (by Marissa Meyer)

A shell, born with no abilities and immunity to deceptive magic, Cress is the most incredible hacker in the known galaxy. Though she lived in a satellite by herself for most of her life, and is perhaps unfamiliar with some common customs and social cues, that only makes her all the more sweet and innocent. She is there for her friends when they need her, is brave when it counts, loyal, kind, and never gives up, even when it seems all hope is lost.

HERE is the link to the voting form. Let me know which of these heroines you want to win! And may the odds be ever in your favorite characters’ favor! 😀

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