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BITCH, PLEASE - I think I made the captions wrong but basically…-

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“Tell me, Sesshomaru. Do you have someone to protect?” “Protect?”

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Lost in the wind…

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Sesshoumaru and Rin

Source: Zerochan

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Lord Sesshomaru

Foggy Edinburgh.

Perfect Luthien!!!! By Kimberly80 on Deviantart

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Heart of Feanor

Silmarils were Feanor’s crown of creation. Bright, filled with light of Trees and still unborn Sun. There was no such power in Arda to destroy them; the Enemy’s hands could not touch them without feeling hell of a pain. Because Silmarils where Light themselves, living as sentient beings. Feanor was ready to fight for them, not because they were wonderful gems but for that Shine in them, for all he believed in. They were his own flaming heart and soul. This picture shows Feanor in that particular moment of creation, when he can forseer his future and he is ready to pursue anyone who’ll try to take over the Silmarills. Maybe he sees Morgoth, whom he hates and despises. “For the less even as for the greater there is some deed that he may accomplish but once only; and in that deed his heart shall rest” J.R.R. Tolkien “The Silmarillion”

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Thingol and Melian - Under her spell

A little (actually pretty major) illustration of how I see Thingol and Melian in my head. They are after all the power-couple of the Middle Earth so who can blame me?^^

There are a lot of different illustrations of Thingol and Melian, and I honestly fell in love with the ones where she is taller, because I love the idea that the Valar and Maiar are bigger than the Children, so the Valar would be much bigger and the Maiar a little bigger. I dunno what oficial theories there are about it, but I love the idea!^^ And I soo love the idea of the first elves having tattoos like a real native people, before they were taught by the Valar. I think it makes sense that they were very native and close to nature and therefore not being dressed in much else than waist skirts and loin-cloths. (I always love to discuss silmarillion headcanons so please feel free to share your own ideas!^^)

This is when they first meet, because I just love that they forgot the world in such a way and that it was only them that mattered. (yes im a sucker for love-stories, especially Tolkien’s!) And the idea of a man falling under the spell of a woman in such a way is really appleaing to me for some reason ^^’

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Fiiinally I’ve coloured that Fingon rescuing Maedhros from Thangarodrim piece @.@ 

And also introducing my headcannon Fingon=)

~ The close up is just a few minor AU Fingon/Maedhros details: I like the concept of handfasting especially for elves, seeing as they lack the urgency of time as mortals, marriages while supposedly for all times is more of a soul searching experience, and as such highly intimate (in a spiritually-ish kind of way) and subtle. So the yellow ribbons in Fingon’s hair is Maedhros’ handfasting ribbon and the blue is Fingon’s, and the white threads are actually delicate silver stitchings with oaths only known to the couple. The reason Fingon would have Maedhros’ ribbon in his hair was that the two had a fall out when Feanor went to confront Fingolfin and Maedhros as the eldest son felt that it is his duty to support his father. Maedhros is the more hot tempered of the two (the curse of Feanor) and threw his ribbon at Fingon in an impulsive move but Fingon being the more even minded one of the two had the foresight to know the fight won’t last. They never got the chance to reconcile properly before it all went to shits. So I guess this adds a bit more of a drama to the rescue? And the white things in his hair aren’t pearls, they’re actually supposed to be bells:P Since Glorfindel canonically wove bells into Asfaloth’s mane, I kind of borrowed that idea with Fingon, seeing as he is also quite musically inclined the bells must have played a sort of song whenever he moves around (giving the misconception to humans that elves tinkle when they move around). Ok headcanon vomit over > <

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Maedhros, Fingon

drabble about love: angst, PG-13

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“I know,” she murmured.

Andrzej Sapkowski - The Sword of Destiny

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Someday… by EKukanova

Artist note: Inspired by the last words of the Athrabeth

Finrod’s last words to Andreth were that she was not for Arda, and wherever she goes, beyond the world, may she find light and “‘await us there, my brother - and me.’” (Morgoth’s Ring - p. 326)

Someday, Andreth and Aegnor will meet again.  When Arda is made anew, they will be together.

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one kiss for every freckle