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southaway · 6 months

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Aragorn and Arwen Wed

Nolofinwë Week Day Six: Arwen and Aragorn

They love each other

#aragorn elessar #arwen undomiel #tolkien #middle earth #nolofinweanweek #nolofinweanweek2023 #lord of the rings #digital art

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runawaymun · 6 months

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Elwing's goodbye, for @nolofinweanweek filling both prompts for Day 4 and for Day 5 (Elwing, Elrond, Elros). Double posting today because I'm working the rest of the weekend and I don't think I'll get around any more prompts this year.

This hurt to paint lol. I need to go lie on a cold floor for a while.

#nolofinweanweek #nolofinweanweek2023 #listen i know she left them in a cave or whatever but i made up my hc for sirion wayyyyy before i read that piece of info #and it has stuck with me #in my head Elwing hid them like in a closet or something #there wasn't that kind of prep to leave them outside of the city or somewhere more secluded #and she just told them to wait for her #and then mae and mags found them while searching the house for... whatever #blind oath rage and all that y'know they weren't thinking straight #but i think she was hoping that if she jumped off that cliff they'd jump off after her and drown #and then it would finally be over and Elrond and Elros wouldn't have to deal with this shit #haha...well...#anyway #elrond #elros #elwing #sack of sirion #my art

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firinaira · 6 months

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Nolofinwë, Irissë and Turukáno with little daughter. Somewhere in Helcaraxë after Elenwë's death.

Do not use without my permission, please!

Больше моих работ по ссылке - не забудь подписаться прежде, чем унести на Пинтерест😉

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valinorianyears · 6 months

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For @nolofinweanweek day 3: Aredhel, The long peace

Aredhel out on an orc hunt, stretching as the wind carries a piece of faded string.

In VY the last time Aredhel wore color was when Argon was buried, body bound with the last of colorful cloth their people had to offer. And grief comes, as always, whenever its least expected

#nolofinweanweek2023 #nolofinweanweek #valinorian years #silmarillion #silm art #silm headcanons #silm #silmarillion fanart #fanart #aredhel #itarisse #silmarillion headcanon #silm fanart #the silmarillion #silm tag

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windrelyn · 6 months

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Feanor and Fingolfin

War and Peace.

#tolkien #silmarillion #feanor #fingolfin #elves #middle earth #my art #fanart #silm art #feanaro #curufinwe #nolofinwe #the silmarilion #illustration #quickdrawing #Noldor #silm #nolofinweanweek

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wanderer-clarisse · 6 months

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"Oh, good morning, Elwing."

Eärendil (and Elwing) for @nolofinweanweek! I really wanted to participate in the prompts, and when I saw Eärendil I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to draw him. I've always loved the imagery of Elwing flying out to meet Eärendil as he returns, so here's my take on what that might look like :)

#nolofinweanweek #nolofinweanweek2023 #my design for this guy changes every other month (as it does for most silm characters each time I reread it!)#but it's fun to explore #and try new designs #peredhil #earendil #elwing #tolkien art #procreate #the silmarillion

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swanhild · 6 months

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A Fingolfin for @nolofinweanweek

On the morning of the day he rode off to challenge Morgoth, in my mind.

#nolofinweanweek #nolofinweanweek2023 #fingolfin #silmarillion #tolkien art #tolkien #silm art #my art

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art-of-firefly · 6 months

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Last Day of Happiness - Elwing, Earendil, Elrond & Elros for @nolofinweanweek

It wasn't really what I had in mind for the colors but I got carried away and it turned out super pink.

#nolofinweanweek #nolofinweanweek2023 #my art #silmarillion #elwing #earendil #elrond peredhel #elros tar minyatur

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manulpika · 6 months

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Carved this for Halloween this year but I thought I’d post it for @nolofinweanweek!

Fingolfin v. Morgoth, very much inspired by this piece by @gvalesthedumb!

And a daytime shot, for more pumpkin and less fires of angband:

#really happy with how grond and morgoth’s arm came out #although I did have to prop up the space between them and his body with a straw #GROND #happy halloween yall #fingolfin #nolofinweanweek

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emyn-arnens · 6 months

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In Due Time

Celebrían/Elrond | G | ~800 words | @nolofinweanweek | AO3

Celebrían, pale in the light of the silver lanterns that hung about their bedchamber, sat silent before Elrond as he treated her wounds. Ever since she had been brought back to Imladris, she had seemed to him ghostly and ephemeral, as if at any moment she might disappear from beneath his hands.

As he smoothed a salve over her lingering wounds, Celebrían made no response, neither crying out in pain nor flinching from his touch. Few of her wounds now remained; most of the wounds that had scored her body had faded to red, puckered scars that ran down her back and limbs like knotted ropes. Those he rubbed a different salve on, one to fade their color and lessen their knotted appearance. His movements as he worked were slow and gentle, soothing.

Celebrían had said little of what had happened to her in the dark dens of the Orcs, but the wounds upon her body and the instruments of torture that Elladan and Elrohir had found when they had hunted down the last remaining Orcs and driven them back to their dens had told the story of her suffering well enough. Her silence had said the rest.

Would that it had been him instead of her who had suffered at the cruel hands of the Orcs.

Elrond brushed Celebrían’s hair, limp and lank, away from her shoulders, tracing the lighter scars that netted her shoulders. These he did not treat; they would fade in time, for the wounds had been shallow.

Time. Every day he felt as if he had less of it, as if their days together were drawing to an end, as surely as winter nipped and howled at the heels of autumn. She would not stay here. Every day he grew more certain of that.

He brushed his thumb over a light scar, then bent and softly kissed her shoulder. Celebrían made no response.

Closing his eyes, Elrond pressed his forehead against the crook of her neck and wrapped his arms around her waist, wishing that if he held her tight enough, she might stay.

If only he could mend hearts and spirits as well as he could mend skin and bone. If only he could reach her and draw her back from the dark places she now walked in her mind.

If only his love were enough.

A tear fell upon his arms, then another, and then another. Elrond wrapped Celebrían tighter in his embrace.

He held her long into the night.

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They were alone at last.

It was now the late watches of the night, for Elrond’s arrival upon the shores of Tol Eressëa had heralded a flurry of long-anticipated reunions and first meetings that had lasted well into the night. So, too, had Galadriel, Mithrandir, and the Ringbearers been greeted with exultation. Avalloné had not seen such gladness and merriment for many long years of the sun, or so Celebrían had told Elrond. He thought perhaps she was exaggerating for his benefit.

Tilion now rode high in the sky, and his silver light fell upon their bed as Celebrían sat before Elrond, her hair pulled over her shoulder as he undid the laces of her gown. His fingers were clumsier at the task than they had once been, having forgotten the motions in their long years apart, but Celebrían sat patiently before him nonetheless.

Elrond slid the gown from her shoulders. The faint scars upon her back gleamed silver in the pale light of their room. He brushed his fingertips over her skin, marvelling. No longer was her skin knotted into red ropes. In their places were faint silver lines, smooth to the touch.

“They are no more,” she said, and Elrond heard the smile in her voice. “I asked Finrod for a salve,” she continued. “He told me that he had lessened his own scars with the use of one, and I thought that I might use it upon mine. It was not as effective as the one you made for me, but it worked well, and the power of this land aided it.”

Elrond smiled softly at her praise. “You have met Finrod?”

“He is even kinder than the old tales said.”

Elrond bent to kiss her shoulder. “You must introduce me,” he murmured.

Celebrían reached up and twisted her hand in his hair, holding him against her. “In due time,” she said.

He hummed against her skin and pressed a kiss to her neck, lingering. “Yes, in due time.”

Celebrían turned her head, smiling, and met his lips with hers.

#nolofinweanweek2023 #nolofinweanweek #the silmarillion #lotr #elrond #celebrian #fotfics #my fic #i wouldn't be me if i weren't late to a fandom event

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fistfuloflightning · 6 months

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You promised— He always liked to think that Earendil hated him. It made it easier, somehow. To push back the grief and the guilt and the filthiness that clung to his bones. But his nephew was constantly in his presence, laughing and chattering like a little bird. And Maeglin hated himself all the more for what he had done.

Day 4: Earendil & Maeglin for @nolofinweanweek

#nolofinweanweek #nolofinweanweek2023 #the silmarillion #maeglin #earendil #gondolin #my art #tolkien art #decided to use my origin design for maeglin this time #a happier moment before shit went down #i love the idea of earendil calling him uncle and dragging maeglin away from his forges and mines to explore the markets #…#damn it #theres another au rattling around #maeglin escapes angband with a silmaril and returns to gondolin #morgoth sends out his army earlier than expected and gondolin falls without maeglin’s betrayal #he flees the city with the orphaned earendil and the silmaril and they seek asylum with the feanorians/the feanorians hunt them down #maeglin makes himself indispensable with his knowledge of galvorn and becomes their weapons master while raising earendil #single dad maeglin teaching earendil how to forge weapons and to fight #the feanorians sneaking in to throw out advice #knowing me it’d probably end up including maemae lmao #bc maedhros finds competence sexy 😏

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southaway · 6 months

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Reunion

Nolofinwë Week Day Seven: Elrond Sailing to Valinor

Hey, I have feelings.

I have this head cannon that as Círdan's ship carried Elrond to Valinor on the sea Vingilot sailed above in the sky. I think Eärendil guided his son home, I think he heralded his arrival to the Undying Lands. I think when Elwing saw her husband's star so low, and close, and bright she knew that finally after over 6,000 years she was going to see one of her sons again, I think Celebrian knew she was going to see her husband again.

I think Elrond and Elros and their legacies were the happy ending to The Silmarillion with all its grief.

Okay I'm done. Back to being completely normal.

(Also, I absolutely borrowed from @thelien-art's very good Elrond design)

#elrond #earendil #vingilot #tolkien #middle earth #nolofinweanweek #nolofinweanweek2023 #silmarillion #lord of the rings #digital art

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runawaymun · 6 months

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Fingolfin & Anairë for @nolofinweanweek!

#it's real messy but i like it :)#fingolfin #anaire #nolofinweanweek #nolofinweanweek2023 #my art

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polutrope · 6 months

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Optional prompt for Ñolofinwëan Week-

Elrond going to Aman and meeting Elwing outside her tower.

Thank you! A day late for @nolofinweanweek but I liked this thought and decided to give it a go. Turned out to be more introspection than actual meeting, partly because I got carried away thinking about this beautiful art by @melestasflight. 400 words, G rating. On AO3.

There was a stained-glass window three times Elrond’s height on the west wall of Rivendell's library, depicting Elwing’s mythical leap into the sea: her naked body arcing to the sky as if in supplication, feathered arms outstretched behind her. At sundown, the clear crystal set where the Silmaril would have rested cast spears of coloured light in all directions.

It had not been like that. Elrond would have remembered that.

All he remembers – truly remembers – is a hollowness.

There are scraps, of course, with which he has filled that hollowness over the years. On Amon Ereb, he and Elros sewed their blurry memories together to create a quilt in which they might swaddle themselves when the vastness of their loneliness became too much to bear. On Balar, others enriched those memories with their own. Círdan told them how her laughter rang like bells, and a memory that seemed his own (he could never be sure) threaded itself through Elrond’s mind. Later, he could not help but collect pieces of Lúthien passed down by Celeborn and Galadriel and, like precious gemstones, set them unartfully in the rough-hewn relief of his mother.

(It was Celeborn, not Elrond, who commissioned the stained glass in the library. He had never known Elwing, and yet his love for her seemed greater than her own son’s.)

By the time Elrond steps aboard the ship that will take him West, Elwing is more an eclectic assortment of baubles and trinkets, most of them broken and without use, than the beautiful woman whose crystallised image Elrond left behind along with all the rest of his former life.

She is not there to greet him at the docks, nor did he expect she would be. Celebrían waits for a quiet moment alone to tell him she is waiting to see him, when he is ready. His beloved's presence lends him the strength he needs to make the journey to that far northern tower.

When a small woman with cropped black hair steps out onto the threshold, smoothing her plain skirts, Elrond’s breath leaps from his lungs.

“Celebrían said you like lemon cake,” she says. “I am afraid I am not much of a baker, but I grew the lemons myself in the solarium. If you’d like to come in, that is.”

“Mother.” Elrond barely stumbles through the word before fat tears fill his eyes. “Of course, I would love to come in.”

#elrond #elwing #my fic #prompts #nolofinweanweek #nolofinweanweek2023

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valinorianyears · 6 months

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Fingolfin|Nolofinwe and Anaire dancing on their first meeting on a terrace in front of Tirion.

(He's already so in love).

For @nolofinweanweek day 1

#nolofinweanweek #nolofinweanweek2023 #valinorian years #silmarillion #silm art #silm headcanons #silmarillion fanart #silm #fingolfin #anaire #nolofinwe

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majestictolkienelves · 6 months

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Fingolfin was hot

#my addition to nolofinwean week 2023 #nolofinwean week 2023 #Fingolfin #silmarillion #tolkien #nolofinweanweek2023 #nolofinweanweek

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