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I know I’ve been posting a lot more stuff from LOTR than from the Silmarillion lately, but hopefully nobody minds. Anyway, here’s more LOTR.
Don’t be rude, Legolas.
Thanks to @cultivating-wildflowers for reminding me of this passage with a drawing prompt that I did not end up sticking to.
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Gimli stood leaning against the breastwork on the wall. Legolas sat above on the parapet, fingering his bow and peering out into the gloom.
“This is more to my liking,” said the dwarf, stamping on the stones. “Ever my heart rises as we draw near the mountains. There is good rock here. This country has tough bones. I felt them in my feet as we came up the dike. Give me a year and a hundred of my kin and I would make this a place that armies break upon like water.”
“I do not doubt it,” said Legolas. “But you are a dwarf, and dwarves are strange folk.”
#gimli#legolas#the man the myth the legends#one shiny#my trash#is this actually funny or am i just tired#i'm sorry professor tolkien#heck yeah bromance#contraband twizzlers#/end classification tags#legolas's proportions keep getting more exaggerated the more i draw him#his arms are going to look like beads on a string by the time i'm done with him#i tend to imagine him as an awkward-looking gangly teenager but like he's also an archer#which means he has to have muscly arms#and this means i end up with this stupid cartoonish look but to be completely honest i don't really mind#also just picturing legolas sitting all goofy on the wall#either with his knees sticking up around his shoulders like a spider#or else kicking his heels against the walls like a five-year-old#and absentmindedly petting his bow like you would pet a cat that jumped up on your lap while you were busy#i don't know if that's exactly how tolkien pictured the scene playing out but like#it's how it looks in my mental image and i'm not sorry
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Okay but consider: yes there is death in the Undying Lands, but no one said there was aging. Even that first elf who managed to die there by being so tired she literally sighed her soul out of her body (Fëanor’s mom and like, can you BLAME her!!?), her body did not wither or decay. Míriel literally came back to life like. thousands of years later! Just popping back into her body like she’d just had a really sweet nap, nbd, haven’t been hanging out in the Halls of Mandos since before the Two Trees fell or anything. It’s fine! She’s FINE.
Which means that yeah, while it is indeed possible to die in Aman, you can only die from things like literally willing your soul to yeet itself from your body or by getting stabbed by a Fëanorian (basically you can only die in Valinor if it’s somehow Fëanor‘s fault huh?). Not through natural causes like aging; there is no natural cause of death in Aman. There isn’t!
So for instance, if you—and we’re speaking completely hypothetically here—were an elf who smuggled a dwarf into the Undying Lands like contraband twizzlers into a movie theatre, hypothetically, no you would not have to eventually face his death from common mortality because he would not age enough to die.
Just. Hypothetically. As a random example.
#undying lands#lotr#legolas#gimli#gimleaf#miriel#valinor#lotr canon#feanor#yes i know gigolas is the common ship name but gimleaf is SO BEAUTIFUL i refuse to not use it#elves#sea longing
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Do you think after Thingol died and Melian left Middle Earth that she decided to just live in the Halls of Mandos until Thingol gets reimbodied?
Because as a Maia live wherever she wants, including Mandos' halls (right?), and I just can't see her being happy living in Valinor, especially after losing Luthien, and still being separated from Thingol who she 1) didn't return from Middle Earth for for several thousands of years for and 2) ultimately left Middle Earth for.
Or did she pull a Luthien and bully Mandos into getting Thingol reimbodied earlier than might have been the plan so that they can live wherever they want to?
Or did she pull a Legolas and smuggle Thingol out of Mandos' halls like a contraband twizzler?
There are so many options. I need to know which one you think happened.
I'll be such a downer, but......... none of the above? I mean, I could see any of these working, but they're not my headcanon. My headcanon is.... rather long?
To begin with, I don't headcanon all the Ainur can go wherever they want, let alone permanently live there. I don't think, for instance, that Yavanna could move to Taniquetil, or that Ulmo could move to Lorien. I don't have anything to back me up here, and I'm not even systematic about who is allowed where, but that's how I headcanon it. I also think it'd be extra weird for a Maia so closely tied to themes like spring and growth to be in Mandos. It just strikes me as something that wouldn't really be allowed.
I imagine Melian could try and get Thingol out of Mandos since she can't remain in Mandos, but Mandos isn't jail. Mandos isn't punishment in any way, and I can think of no particular doom that makes it so that Thingol couldn't himself leave if he wanted to. I feel like if Thingol isn't reborn is because he simply isn't ready to be reborn. I think for Melian to try and get him out of there would be bad for him.
Melian is the person who, though we are told it hurt her unimaginably, was willing to give up Luthien (possibly forever?) because she respects her daughter, she respects fate, and she knows she has to let go sometimes. That's a kind of heroism (Elrond comes to mind as someone who also embodies that really well), and I would hate to take that strength away from her. My headcanon is that Melian simply... waits. All in all, though her pain must be terrible, ultimately, she will probably seen Thingol sooner rather than later, in the grand scheme of things. My headcanon is basically that she hangs out with Este, and probably Vana, Yavanna and (this is new for her) Nienna - and waits. (I'm also sure she had Maiar friends, but they don't get names so I can't picture them :/)
Also, Valinor is full of women who have experience similar losses. I mean, I'm sure there are also men whose wives chose Exile, but statistically, that appears to have been rarer. I would not be surprised if Melian, who lived so long as an elven queen, was actually more comforted by being surrounded by elves than by Ainur.
So as usual my headcanon is the most boring possible take. Like so many others, Melian simply waits for better days to come and that's it, nothing groundbreaking, even though she's a goddess. I don't think even the Ainur have the power to make sorrow go away from the world
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Prompts and ideas
These are free reign. Tag me if you use it. Multiple people can claim because everyone has different styles.
1. "You good?" "I'm baked like a birthday cake" Characters get super stoned.
2. "Listen here you hentai ass puppet bitch."- OC or Reader to Vecna while fighting. (I'll probs use this one in my fic Damage Inc at some point but that's a ways away)
3. "Don't mop the beer up with the cat"
4. "Listen, I aspire to be like those girls who drink cute smoothies out of mason jars and has a regular skincare routine but you're stuck with a swamp goblin so welcome to the shit show"
5. "You can't cry over a boy...your mascara cost $40"
6. "You look like you took a bunch of shrooms and watched Schindler's List."
7. "Considering Legolas smuggled Gimli into the Undying Lands like contraband twizzlers into a movie theater.."
#stranger things#eddie munson#dustin henderson#eddie x oc#steve harrington#d&d#stranger things theories#stranger things fic#damageinc#fix it fic#story prompts#prompts#fanfic prompt#story ideas#please take them my brain doesn’t shut off#I beg
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MARRIAGE BRAIDS
#lotr#the hobbit#gigolas#i came to the lotr hobbit fandom late#i mean i started really being a part of it when the hobbit movies came out but i had read the books seen the movies much much earlier#so its not late in like modern fandom timelines but late for my own#but it owns so much of me and has a hold on me#and its like 90% due to marriage braids#contraband twizzlers
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*my brain, while I’m trying to get back to sleep at 1AM*: Have you considered the state of the clone troopers’ sock situation?
me: ʘل͟ʘ
#the clone wars#these men almost never carry packs what are they DOING#is kix cramming his with everyone's spare socks?#do they have to tuck them into their armor somewhere like contraband twizzlers?#are their blacks footie pajamas that also automatically generate antifungal powder?#they have MULTI-DAY MISSIONS where are their SOCKS#this is a joke post but also I'm not joking#clean and dry socks are important#fungal infections suck
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I'm watching the Hobbit movies for the first time n as a die hard fan of the books I gotta say Thranduil has a lot of bitch energy for someone in charge of elven Arkansas
#Celia's musings#the hobbit#lotr#lord of the rings#tolkien#jrr tolkien#Ur the king of elf hicksville n u walk around like ur hot shit boy#Meanwhile ur baby gay redneck twunk son is runnin around shooting orcs n throwing himself into his dwarf bf's arms#Sneakin him into Elf heaven like contraband Twizzlers at the movie theater the fucking audacity
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that one post that said legolas "smuggled gimli into the undying lands like contraband twizzlers into a movie theater" continues to live rent-free in my brain
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There are two ships from wildly different fandoms that just spark so much joy in me. Two fandoms i never make content for.
Legolas and Gimli from lord of the rings (fantasy, and they were horsemates, the ship literally sailing *chefkisses* one does not simply sneak a dwarf into valinor like contraband twizzlers)
And Phoenix Write and Miles Edgeworth (husbands adopting children before the first date, "unnassecary feeling", friends to onesided rivals to lovers)
Idk these just spark joy and i was bored waiting for my pizza enjoy my rambles
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Summer camp & Fat camp (Part 2)
Get Beached: A Little Extra
Rating: Teen and Up
Words: 1039
Relationship: Lance Tucker/Steve Rogers
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Summer Camp, Crossover, Weight Gain, Non-Serum Steve Rogers, Chubby Lance Tucker
Steve was very proud of himself for having waited an entire day before going to see Lance. Sneaking in wasn’t much of an issue. Since all of the counsellors were too busy with finally eating their own dinner to notice him. Plus, no one would suspect his skinny ass to be carrying contraband onto the premises. Steve walked slowly to make sure none of the snack packaging made a sound and gave him away. Once he was past the counsellors, he made his way straight to cabin twelve and knocked on the door.
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“Tanner, I swear if that’s you again—” Lance ripped open the door.
“Uh, it’s me?” Steve said uncertain. Lance ushered him inside.
“So, you’re finally gracing me with a visit?” He leant against the bedframe and crossed his arms. Ignoring the quiet groan of the frame. “You know, I had double PT yesterday. I hope you’re hiding something worth my while in that backpack.” Steve was handing over his backpack before his mind had caught up what Lance had said.
“You were insulting me.” Lance shrugged. “Well, I just thought we could watch a movie or something. So, I brought some snacks.”
“And let me guess, you want me to eat it all?” Steve bit down on the smile that spread on his face and ducked his burning face.
“I mean if you want to.”
“I did say I like the weight, right? And I like eating whatever even more. So, watching a movie and eating way too much food is great evening entertainment. And maybe you could make yourself useful afterwards…” Lance trailed his hand down his body, but Steve was so not putting out on the first date. (Was this a date?) He had barely worked up the courage to ask this asshole to watch a movie.
“Oh, God, shut up!” Steve pushed Lance back, who let himself fall onto the bottom bunk and continued rummaging through the backpack. Even when Lance was being nice, he just had to make sure that over-confident asshole persona stayed intact.
Steve pulled his laptop from the backpack and Lance shook out all the food Steve had brought along. A bag of chips, a packet of Twizzlers and a package of double stuff Oreos.
Lance ripped open the Twizzlers first. He offered Steve one. When Steve declined, he just packed everything between his thigh and the wall and motioned for Steve to get on the narrow bed.
Watching a movie with Lance was surprisingly fun. The movie was of the variety “so bad, it’s good” and they were just trading jokes for the first half hour. Steve was painfully aware of his entire left side where Lance was pressed up against him. He tried to focus on the movie. Every other second however, his attention was pulled to Lance crinkling the pack of Twizzlers. Barely ten minutes later, he ripped open the chips bag.
The chips took Lance a lot longer to get through and his constant commentary slowed a bit while he worked his way through them. Steve couldn’t bring himself to actually look at Lance. His eyes almost drifted over to Lance’s belly every time he didn’t make fun of something on screen, but Steve always caught himself before he actually looked. His imagination was going crazy. What would he look like with all that food in his belly? Like he had looked two days ago on the running track? More stuffed? Less so?
Once Lance tore into the Oreos his commentary finally ceased completely. Steve felt like he was vibrating out of his skin. He couldn’t have remembered the plot of the movie with a gun to his head. All he could hear was the rushing in his ears and the occasional crinkle of plastic. He finally gathered the courage to look at Lance for the first time since he’d started eating.
Steve’s mind went completely blank for a moment. Lance was pressed against the wall, almost lying down. His belly rounded out proudly from his midsection. His shirt had ridden up enough to show off a sliver of skin at the bottom. Still tanned and that damn tattoo curving over his gut. Steve’s gaze moved up until he met Lance’s eyes. Half-lidded, mouth hanging open. He looked drunk.
“There he is.” Lance slurred his words and smiled wide. Steve could feel his face burning again.
“Can I?” His hand hovered over Lance’s distended belly. Steve wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted to do, but he needed to touch right now. Lance hummed in agreement and stuffed another Oreo in his mouth. Lance groaned. Steve didn’t know if it was because of his hand on his belly or from stuffing more food into himself. Then he arched his back to press is belly into Steve’s touch.
“So good.” Lance mumbled and blindly grabbed for the Oreos. Steve picked up the package with his free hand, still rubbing soothing circles over Lance’s belly.
“Three left.” Voice barely louder than a whisper.
Steve pushed picked up one of the Oreos and held it to Lance’s lips. He groaned again and squeezed his eyes shut, but then he opened his mouth just enough for Steve to push the cookie in.
“Up, up.” Lance demanded. Positioning Steve’s hand on the roundest part of his belly, just beneath his chest. Steve got more confident and worked over it with more pressure. Lance took the next Oreo without complaint, chewing open-mouthed. Panting like he was out of breath.
“Last one.” Lance whined and turned his head away.
“Fuck. My jeans—” Lance was pawing at the waistband, but he couldn’t quite get to the button. Steve reached down, squeezed his hand under the round dome of Lance’s belly and popped the button. His belly pushed the zipper halfway down. It must’ve been a relief because he whined for Steve to give him that last cookie.
Steve blindly stuffed it in his mouth. Eyes caught on Lance’s obvious erection. Lance must’ve seen him staring.
“Gimme ten minutes to digest at least.” Lance laughed. His hands flew to his belly to keep it still. Steve shook his head.
“I’m good with just this.” Lance hummed contently and closed his eyes. Steve was sporting a half-chub himself, but he was happy with just rubbing Lance’s overstuffed belly and admiring all the fat he’d gained so far.
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The other day as I was going through the blog’s backup folders, I found some old drawings that I meant to post throughout the past couple of years and either forgot about or just never got around to (I don’t think there are any here that I’ve posted before, but I apologize if there are). And I thought “I should probably post these before I go.” So here they are. I’m going to put them under a cut because there are quite a few of them. Most of them are from Children of Húrin.
This one is labeled “glaurung” in my files but he kind of looks more like a dragon version of Jabba the Hutt. I think it’s because Tolkien mentioned how fat he got while sleeping on the treasure in Nargothrond, so I drew a normal snaky dragon and then tried to imagine how it would look if it gained weight.
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Mablung and Beleg coming back from a rainy hunting trip. If I remember right, it started out as a height comparison drawing and I decided to actually turn it into a full sketch...?
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Beleg, Túrin, and Mablung somewhere in Doriath. I actually remember where I was sitting while I was drawing this...I think it was in February 2020? I’m pretty sure it was the last drawing I did before leaving for the airport to come to the States and then getting stuck there because the virus stopped all overseas travel for so long. In other words, this is the last drawing from when my life was still relatively normal. Just look at how chill all the characters are. I thought I was only going to be gone for a couple of weeks, maybe a month max.
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Those same three characters because I’m predictable.
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Remember how some people and dwarves in Middle Earth think that elves are just so creepy and terrifying? And heck, we know that some of them really were brutal. Heck, even our golden boy Finrod bit a werewolf during a fight once. So I was thinking about how Beleg probably resorted to biting during fights now and again if it was the quickest way out, especially since he’s from that first generation of elves that was figuring out how the world worked on their own and they didn’t have anybody around to say “stop ripping the throats out of your enemies with your teeth, that’s really gross and barbaric.”
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Speaking of Finrod, here he is. This was originally part of a Third Age Finrod comic but the idea got scrapped. I still like this frame though.
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Legolas and Gimli talking to Treebeard in Fangorn Forest. Basically just a little doodle to laugh about how tall Treebeard is even next to characters on horseback. (Also a squirrel.)
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A little set of parallel drawings I did of Beleg and Túrin rescuing each other. My best friend had written a list of friendship prompts and this one was “Physically blocking them from harm” and I couldn’t decide which character I wanted in which role so I opted for both.
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Finrod as a beach boy. In hindsight it would be even funnier if I had put a tropical pattern on his shorts.
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Anyway, thanks for joining me here as I went through my old files in preparation for my hiatus. Turns out I’m less organized than I thought, but hey, as long as you guys still like the drawings then I don’t mind.
#beleg#gimli#glaurung#legolas#mablung#treebeard#túrin#the man the myth the legends#one shiny#three shinies#everyone deserved better except mîm#my trash#heck yeah bromance#zeroth age stupids#forest pennies#contraband twizzlers#past tarva speaks#/end classification tags#SOME OF THESE ARE SO OLD#MY WORD#LIKE HECKIN TWO AND A HALF YEARS FOR AT LEAST THAT ONE#geez#rest in peace to the days when i used to draw daily just for the fun of it
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I was somehow Gandalf and his companion and we murdered someone and we had to get the body over to another country for some reason. We chopped up the body and hid it in two of our three suitcases, the other however was filled with Twizzlers. It got confiscated from us because it was filled with contraband (the airport staff were very friendly about it) and we snuck through with the body. When we got to our location, we roasted up the body parts and served them up for Thanksgiving.
#dream#submission#gandalf#death tw#murder tw#violence tw#horror#gore tw#body horror tw#nightmare#nsfr#twizzlers#food#cannibalism#cannibalism tw
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So, if no ones paid attention to my tags, I’m pretty in love with the Irondad idea and Ironsibling!Peter and Morgan are near and dear to my heart. I’m not sure how this turned out but I need more of ‘family is who you choose’ Peter and Morgan. I hope you enjoy!
Title: Always On Time
Characters: Peter Parker, Morgan Stark, Pepper Potts-Stark
Sunmary: Peter is serious when he makes a pinky promise.
Rating: G
Words: 600+
“Karen? How far?.” Peter’s breaths come out in short bursts as he slings webbing from one spot to the next. Each movement is efficient and each web expertly placed. All and all not bad for a guy that spent five of the last six years ‘blipped’.
“Peter, you’re going to be cutting it awfully close.” The A.I. informs. “If your not to the doors in exactly three minutes your going to be locked out.
Peter mutters a curse under his breath.
“Language Peter.”
“Sorry Karen.” He apologizes, swinging through an updraft of warm air, his next web misses its mark by a hair and he tumbles helplessly, heart leaping into his chest before he’s able to right himself. So maybe he was still getting used to everything again.
“Three blocks away, Peter. You’re not going to make it.”
“I’ll make it”
He doesn’t make it.
“Mommy, he promised! With pinkies!”
Pepper takes a deep breath as her tutu clad daughter stomps a tiny ballet slipper and looks up at her with tear filled eyes. She scans the audience from a small opening in the red velvet curtain again. The audience is full and there’s no Peter Parker in the saved seats in the third row. May and Happy offer smiles and excited waves but that’s not who Morgan wants.
“Morgan, baby, I’m sure Peter would be here if he could.” It’s not what the girl wants to hear. Pepper can see her moments from a breakdown.
“But this is important!” Pepper knew that. Morgan’s first dance recital. Peter had gotten down on one knee and sworn to the child he’d be there. No matter what. A small prickle of anger rises in her, that protective mama bear that Tony had always laughed about. She’d warned the kid about making promises he couldn’t keep but he had been so sure, just positive, he’d be there. Now she feels like a bit of a fool for not preparing Morgan for this possibility sooner.
Morgan loved Peter. LOVED. As far as Morgan was concerned, next to her Dad, Peter was the greatest thing to ever happen in the world. When Peter babysat, Morgan would rush Pepper out of the house, tell her it was ok if she was out late. Peter always brought Legos and contraband junk food. Morgan rarely got to bed on time on those nights and on more than one occasion Pepper had found them passed out surrounded by bags of twizzlers and chips in an impromptu blanket fort. She could never find it in herself to be mad. Peter was like the big brother Morgan would never have. It was just another bit of inheritance Tony had left for the daughter he’d somehow known he wouldn’t see grow up. Right now though…
A web drops down, inches from Morgan’s face. Pepper jumps slightly but Morgan squeals in delight. A single yellow rose hangs from it. Pepper’s eyes travel up to the glass skylights as Morgan disentangles the bloom. Her little eyes quickly find him too.
“Peter!” The first cords of piano music float backstage. Spiderman puts a silencing finger to his lips and Morgan quickly slaps a hand over her mouth. Pepper can’t help the smile that spreads across her face as her eyes travel from one child to the other.
“Alright, baby, Peter’s here and it’s time to go on.”
Peter gives her a double thumbs up as Morgan shoves the rose into her mother's hands. Pepper can’t help the smile that crosses her lips when she looks up and sees Spiderman laying across the skylights, getting comfortable to watch a six year olds first recital.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Gimli (Son of Glóin)/Legolas Greenleaf
Characters: Legolas Greenleaf, Gimli (Son of Glóin), Other Characters Mentioned
Additional Tags: Hair Braiding, Fluff, Marriage Proposal, Canon Gay Relationship, nobody will convince me that this shit is not canon, you do not, sneak a heterosexual, friend, into heaven, like a pack of contraband twizzlers, into the movies
Summary:
Gimli wants to braid Legolas' hair. There's a rather convoluted way of going about it, and he's not entirely upset about that.
So I wrote a thing for Mod Legolas. Because I was bored. And I did not want to write any of the hundreds of fics I should actually be working on.
- Mod Manwë
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Here are some Legolas sketches or whatever, I dunno, for some reason I keep drawing him lately.
Top drawing is him freaking out about the Balrog. Bottom drawing is him convincing whomever’s in charge on the west side of the ocean that he should be allowed to keep his emotional support dwarf, who cares if they’re usually not allowed over here, this is a cool dwarf, talk to Galadriel or something because I’m sure she’d say it’s okay--
#gimli#legolas#the man the myth the legends#one shiny#my trash#heck yeah bromance#contraband twizzlers#just go read the book#/end classification tags#i promise SOMEDAY i will get around to explaining the crop tops#there is in fact a reason#honestly he's one of my top favorite characters ever to do costume design for#because of the crop tops#(this isn’t the only reason for the crop tops of course but i wanted to say it anyway)
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@tolkiengenweek Day 5: Culture
In which Legolas discovers that maybe caves are cool and dwarves are cool and he’s not mad about having to come to the Glittering Caves after all.
(Note to my future self: maybe don’t wait until the last minute to draw something, or else you’ll be super freaking out and super rushed and your shading will look terrible. :-] )
#tolkiengenweek#gimli#legolas#the man the myth the legends#one shiny#heck yeah bromance#contraband twizzlers#/end classification tags#THE SHADING IS SO BAD OH MAN#i am so going to regret having posted this before it was done but i literally have only fifteen minutes to post it so#rip me#i am literally just now noticing i didn't even color the buckles on either of their belts hahahahaha frick#lesson learned i hope#get stuff done EARLIER#part of the reason this one took longer than the others though is because i don't have a design for gimli yet so this is a placeholder#i do kind of want to keep the golden eyes#i know someone with literally golden eyes and it's just such a cool look#seems fitting for a dwarf
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