Curufins battle

Curufin: Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind.

Finrod: I once saw you punch a boyscout, because he didn´t have the mint flavored cookies...

Curufin: Exactly, that was my battle, so be kind.

Doors to Nargothrond, Glaurung, and Túrin in fancy elvish armor ♥ Another picture for "the Children of Húrin metal LP covers series", I made a sketch right after I finished drawing the first one ....shall I draw more of these ? :3

Celegorm and Curufin in Nargothrond

'The Reluctant Bride' but it's the Nargothrond trio 🌹✨ • prints!

In Nargothond´s Halls

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Felagund (2023)

watercolour

Yay I finished this commission and it arrived safely today! Inspiration was this:

'This name was given because of Finrod's skill in lighter stone-carving. He cut many of the adornments of the pillars and walls in Nargothrond'. (HoME 12)

He must have been really good if the dwarves admired his work!

I guess here he is balancing on top of some scaffolding here while singing and doing some stone carving (and looking good while doing all that). And I definitely need to make a little 'Finrod and dwarves' series of them working together and just being friends.

I love how much the elves love hidden cities. The host of Valinor only just arrived and two princes of the royal family immediately dissappear to build hidden cities. And a few thousand years later Elrond builts another one. How many people must have been like "Elrond, all the hidden cities we had ended up in total disaster" and Elrond's just like "nope, I want a hidden city". They're like toddlers who can't stop building blanket forts and I think it's hilarious.

So. Quick concept! Finrod. Wearing all bling to a big event, in The Great Hall of Nargothrond. For unnecessary details- see below

Here I’ve combined elements from several backgrounds. A “typical elvish” flower crown (great for sindar and noldor alike) has a dwarvish central disk, noldorin fibulae are paired with dwarvish bracelets, vanyarin cloak is worn over a noldorin high collar tunic etc. The sash is especially important - because I have this weird idea about sashes being a traditional gift during calanquendian coming-of-age ceremonies. They are embroidered by a family member and the blank space is left to be later filled with one’s heraldic symbol or anything else the owner would like to display. Here, an old vanyarin design clashes a little bit with the emblem Finrod created later in Beleriand. Plus! His capelet with a floral trim is also vanyarin and brought from Valinor! The under-sash with suns, on the other hand, is a gift from the noldorin side of the family. And long flowing trains made from light fabrics, like the one he’s holding, are from the telerin fashion!

The Silmarillion aesthetic | N a r g o t h r o n d

..and that stronghold was called Nargothrond. In that labour Finrod was raised by the Dwarves of the Blue Mountains; and they were rewarded well, for Finrod had brought more treasures out of Tyrion than any other of the princes of the Noldor.

There in Nargothrond Finrod made his home with many of his people, and he was named in the tongue of the Dwarves Felagund, Hewer of Caves; and that name he bore thereafter until his end. But Finrod Felagund was not the first to dwell in the caves beside the River Narog.

So many sketches

Finrod and Beor inspired by True Thomas by Charles Vess

Trouble in Nargothrond™️

(or, Curufin’s pirate boots. Yes, they were nicked off some random Sinda. No, don’t ask how. 🔪)

My latest commission from @sauroff ! I always love working with her! Thank you so much! 🥰🥰🥰 *weeps over the pretty lineart and colors tbh fff*

the doom lies in yourself, not in your name

Domestic kinsalyers. Kinda... At times.

[Excerpt from Sorrow Beyond Words: Collected Testimony of the War of Wrath, 2nd Edition; ed. Elrond Peredhel. Armenelos Royal Library, copy received SA 870]

“When we retook what must’ve been Nargothrond—with barely any fuss, mind you; only the dumbest and most desperate orcs wanted to stay near that dragon-stench—the one thing I remember most was the silence. The caverns stretched on and on and on; hall after hall after kitchen after dormitory after garden stretching into the hills. Not a soul in sight but us. Not a ghost but the ones we made up in our heads, to try and give the emptiness reason. Merynn whispered to me, afterwards, that there’d once been a hundred thousand elves living there. I’ve never had a head for numbers, so I can’t say if that’s the truth or not. But looking at that hollow city, and thinking of how few elves there were on Balar before the Host of the West arrived…you can’t help but feel sad. It was never supposed to be so silent. So dead. Wasn’t right.

“The High King—the Western one—was there, with one of the Vanyar captains—don’t recall her name, but she had a fierce spear-arm, and a singing voice like a warm hearth. They slipped away from the other scavenging parties while no-one was watching. Must’ve been looking for something. When they came back, we all politely pretended not to notice they’d been crying. I don’t think they found what they were searching for.”