Gorthaur and his vampires

I just think she’s neat :)

Hold on, I'm having Elrond thoughts right now. He looked at the mistakes of his ancestors and said "Nope. Not doing that again." When he sends Aragorn on the quest to destroy the ring he doesn't do it to get rid of him, like Thingol did with Beren. He does it because he knows love is powerful and he wants him to succeed. When he builds a secret kingdom, he makes sure to make it warm and welcoming for weary travelers, instead of keeping it hidden for everyone but a few select individuals. When the fellowship gets together, he tells them to swear no oaths. He's a symbol of the reconciliation between peoples: He has blood from the Maiar and blood from the Edain, he was raised by Feanorians, he is married to a lady born from the love of a Noldo and a Sinda. He keeps a pet hobbit around his house and takes him with him when he leaves Middle Earth. His father is a wandering star that shines for all, and when people need help they go to Elrond, because they know Elrond can help. So yeah, those are the Elrond thoughts I'm having.

I think there's no better fandom to be a nerd in than the Tolkien fandom. Mostly thanks to the professor himself. People I know be like "You're learning a language just because of a book?! Girl, you're so obsessed!"

Well, at least I'm just learning a language, not inventing one! And at least it's just one language, not ten! You think my hour long rants are annoying? You can be glad my current obsession-level is maybe 5% of Tolkien's, or we'd be having an entirely different conversation right now.

Really, Tolkien was the worst of all of us, and no one can tell me otherwise. You can also see in the way he wrote his characters that he was just fangirling the entire time. I literally see him waking his wife in the middle of the night, like "I can't sleep, I just keep thinking about Fingon, he's so cool and epic and tragic and aahhhhhh!". I also think nothing makes a better story than the author being just as much in love with the characters as the fans are.

that stare down... what is his issue.

Luthien.

Commission for @linden-leaf

Thank you😌

Day 3: Helcaraxë

Findaráto curled tighter on himself in his bedroll, crushed between Aikanáro and the tent wall. They were all piled together like a litter of kittens, him an his siblings, to ward off the biting cold of the outside. He could hear Artanis’ mumble in her sleep and Angaráto’s faint snores and, just out of the skin and fur wall, the wind howling over the Ice.

He tried to keep exhaustion at bay just a little longer, to savour this too rare moment of relative privacy. In the faint glow of the small lamp devised by his half-uncle, a necessity here on the Ice despite how much he wanted to throw the cursed thing away, Findaráto fished the small leather pouch he wore around his neck and opened it. With a trembling smile, he unrolled the slip of paper he kept there, worn smooth and thin with how many times he had read it over the years on the Ice.

My dearest Ingoldo,

I cannot wait to see you at the festival next month. I already miss you terribly.

Yours forever,

Amarië

Findaráto blinked tears away as he read the note over and over, trying not to wonder if Amarië loved him still. With a last, reverent brush of his lips on the paper, he rolled it back and tucked it away in the leather pouch. When sleep finally claimed him, Findaráto had composed yet another never-sent letter to his beloved in his mind.

ulmo: i have no favourites

finrod and turgon: 🥺🥺🥺

ulmo: i have two favorites

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manwë: i have no favourites

fingon: 😔 🏹 😭

manwë: fuck.

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aulë: i have no favourites

the noldor: 🤗🥰🔨

aulë: i have many favourites

the noldor: 🤬🔥🔪

aulë: back to no favourites it is

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melkor: i have no favourites

húrin: 🤬😡👊🔪

melkor:

melkor: still no favourites.

Here is my drawing for @silmarillionepistolary day 3, Family!

Only one drawing this time, but Finwë spent all night on it. His wife Míriel is so beautiful, even when she’s asleep - and Finwë wanted to capture the quietness and tranquility of the evening with this piece. Míriel is also very pregnant, an experience that is new for both of them (and Finwë thought he had had enough of new experiences once they made the journey to Aman!), but he is so excited to be a father. His whole family - his whole world - is captured in this picture.

This drawing was challenging! I don’t do sketches like this very often, so it made me push myself and explore new things. For one thing, I don’t often make use of really dramatic lighting and negative space, so I’m very happy with the result. I also don’t draw chairs at all, but that wasn’t too hard to figure out; neither was drawing a pregnant woman, although this was my first time drawing someone pregnant. Overall, I really love this artwork!!

I need this angst muahahaha

Not Without Maedhros

Thinking about a Fingon fic set in Mandos where Fingon is ready for reembodiment but won't leave the halls without Maedhros. Never mind the fact that he hasn't actually seen Maedhros's spirit yet...

The only way he can tell the passage of time is the influx of spirits into the Halls, the halls get larger to accommodate them all. Surely Maedhros is around here somewhere.

It's about Fingon being asked if he's consider Life again and he says he has, but he'd like to wait for Maedhros first. He does not want to leave without Maedhros.

More spirits enter and he waits.

When asked again he is indeed ready for Life but it is disturbing to him that it as taken this long for Maedhros to find him. So he reaffirms that he is waiting, he will not leave without Maedhros.

Spirits come and some start to leave.

The asking stops, and in its place he is told: "it is to leave these halls", "you have lingered long enough", "you can feel the yearning for Life in you, go on, it's time to go". He always says the same: Not without Maedhros, not withouth Maedhros, not without Maedhros.

It seems impossible, but the population of the Halls actually seems to decrease.

And yet he waits. He waits until all of his family has walked out of those great, beckoning doors. He waits as his fellow spirits dwindle around him.

He waits, until he is alone in the vast, silent halls.

modern au celeborn refers to ‘my grandpa Elmo’ very seriously and refuses to clarify when asked about the Sesame Street character.

fuckdamn tried to draw Tyelpe with semi realistic mug based on Richard Kruspe but he is usual😩

LOOK AT HIS HAIR IT DOESN'T ABSORS 100% OF LIGHT ANYMORE but this time only

the EYES with straight brows mm👁👄👁