Throwback Thursday

summoned by the lovely @sallysavestheday. Here's a throwback to Elrond the poet, Elrond the besotted, Elrond who comes home, at last.

On this day, a day he had not dared dream in his long winter, Elrond finds himself in Celebrían’s home. She had not waited for him upon the docks of Tol Eressëa with Elwing, nor welcomed him with fresh bread and sweet water beside Idril. He stands now in Celebrían’s small house, a green-roofed cabin between the trunks of ancient trees. All windows and doors are open wide as if inviting any beast of the wood to dwell as a guest here. There are few things but the house does not feel empty. A neatly folded piece of paper sits on the small table in the only room. It is for him, Elrond knows. Winters and summers Will come and go but      You will come to me. The world shall change And the roads curve but      You will come to me. None shall remember The people we were but      You will come to me. Tho Tilion descends With Arien from the skies      You will come to me. His hands shake by the time he reads the last verse. And when he looks up from the paper, she stands there watching him, renewed and more beautiful than in any of Elrond’s memories. I have no poem for you, he wants to say but does not dare speak, afraid that he shall shatter this moment and never regain it again. ‘I knew you would come to me,’ his beloved says and spreads her arms wide. Elrond lets his heart open and be slowly filled with wonder and delight as he steps forward to fall into Celebrían’s embrace. They do not need words for this.

For more Celrond poetry: filled with wonder and delight

@polutrope @elentarial @eilinelsghost if you'd like, give a snippet of something that's been standing on the shelves

Happy Valentines to Them specifically ❤️❤️❤️

reunion sketches

Some Celrond Boops for your dash (●ˇ∀ˇ●)

Elrond and Celebrian

Do not use without my permission, please

Elrond and Celebrian, how I love them~

Elrond and Celebrían from @the-old-moon-laughed's DTIYS

Gushing and headcanons under the cut

I really enjoyed making this! The colors and the pose as just SO 😍!!! Thank you so much for hosting this!

I've added a few of my personal headcanons about embroidery and adornment, as well as my Korean Nolofinweans concept (or at least I tried, I'm still learning how to do skintones in general - most of my work has been greyscale).

Hello @thelien-art I saw your DTIYS and I was instantly inspired to do a quick celebrian x elrond because it's super cute and also I've... never actually drawn them together? blasphemy

This was super fun but shading clothing defeated me. I definitely tried to keep the really cool flowing shapes you had for the hair and clothing folds. I made the bg pink whilst sketching and then committed too hard, now it's shojou romance time

ft. live king reaction below the cut

Elrond and Celebrian made for @thelien-art Draw In Your Style (that can find here ). thank you for this beautiful initiative <3

last doodle of the weekend 😔

Celebrain and dragon!Elrond from a little au I came up with along with @travellingdragon

Sometimes your husband is a dragon what can I say

Full view:

Elrond and Celebrían enjoying a nice spring day 🌸

I originally wanted to draw Maedhros or one of his brothers, or maybe Finrod, but then I ended up with these two. They were some of the first Tolkien characters I fell in love with and still are one of my favorite canon ships, so I guess they’re a fitting choice for my first attempt at Tolkien fan art (and digital art in general 💀).

very rough lil Celrond doodle because I can't stop thinking about her in this dress, but haven't had energy for a full piece.

I just love themmmm

whenever I’m in a creative lull I go back to the classics 🌸🍂

what if they met at a pool party tho 👀💦

Another blissfully married couple <3

Celebrían falls asleep in Elrond’s arms, and it is not a dream. It is just a field of heather, just purple flowers underneath a blue sky. There is a slight wind that carries the scent of birch trees, and the sun is high and white above them. It is not another lifetime; it is just a field and the wind and the sky. Everything real, everything here—her hair falling silver across her face, her hand resting on his knee. There is a rock sharp beneath his leg, and he is glad, for in a dream it would not hurt.