Illustrations I made of my faves from The name of the wind🍁

Kvothe, Tempi and Elodin

A bunch of old Silmarillion frames👍

1- Ambarussa

2- Maglor

3- Caranthir

4- Celegorm

5- Curufin

6- Maedhros

7- Fingon and Mae

Shaka and Māra, the demon King of the Sixth Realm~

Every time I read or watch Lord of the Rings I can’t help but think about how Tolkien had survived one of the bloodiest, most cruel, most dirtiest and darkest wars in human history, came back and wrote this:

“The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.”

And this:

"'I wish it need not have happened in my time,' said Frodo.

'So do I,' said Gandalf, 'and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.'"

And this:

"I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend."

And this:

“Many that live deserve death and some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be so eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the wise cannot see all ends."

And this:

“True courage is about knowing not when to take a life, but when to spare one.”

And clearly they were all written partly because he survived the war, because of what he’d seen and done and learned. But at the same time the unwillingness to lose faith, the courage and strength that this man had to believe in these things after going through hell! It makes the nihilists look so cheap, so uninteresting! People who’ve went through concentration camps and wars believe in humanity anyway, isn’t that proof that hope and love exist? And many, many, many of them did not return or returned broken and cruel and traumatised to the point when no faith in others was possible for them, and nobody can blame them. But there were many who refused to lose faith and hope. They have seen some of the worst that life has to offer and came back believing that we shouldn’t be eager to deal out death in judgement and should love only that which the sword defends.

No matter how many people say that humanity is horrible and undeserving of love, and life is dark and worthless, and love doesn’t exist I remember this and have hope anyway. Because there were people who have actually had all reason to believe in the worst and still believed in the good, so the good must be real. The good is real, even despite the evil, and we must trust in it.

sketching Tyelko

Beautiful Teer Fradee 🍂 GreedFall | Spiders Studios

A red sun rises

Aisling

You must go where I cannot..Pangur Bán, Pangur Bán.

Fanart of The Secret of Kells. Watercolor pencils and ink on paper. I wanted to make a mix of my artsyle and the very stylized swirly style of the movie. Also...I'm not very good at drawing fur,but I tried!

The Secret of Kells (2009) dir. Tomm Moore | colour palette

I have lived through many ages, through the eyes of salmon, deer, and wolf. I have seen the Northmen invading Ireland, destroying all in search of gold. I’ve seen suffering in the darkness. Yet I have seen beauty thrive in the most fragile of places. I have seen the book. The book that turned darkness into light.

What I learned from The Silmarillion:

Genesis can be rewritten to be way more beautiful and interesting.

Gandalf and Durin's Bane were probably buds once.

All the Elves in the Third Age are nice because all the assholes got brutally slaughtered in the First Age.

"I have a Silmaril in my hand." "Show me." "Sorry, my hand's not here right now."

Old School Sauron is way cooler than the mopey voyeur in LOTR.

Elrond's dad is a planet and his mom is a bird.

Tolkien's cosmology explains everything—except Eru Ilúvatar, Ungoliant, Tom Bombadil, talking swords and purses, animals serving dinner, and That Fox Who Never Knew Anything More About It.

Nellas (in The Silmarillion)

TOLKIEN WEEK Day 2 | Favorite Location — The Shire

Mary Oliver, from "Such Silence" in Blue Horses: Poems