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redbootsindoriath · 3 days
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Apparently in my absence this post had its 1000-notes-iversary.
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This time we get to see the culprit responsible for ruining our heroes' lives as well.
I've really missed you guys, by the way. I know I've said that already, but I'm serious. Once or twice this year I've been right on the brink of coming back but schedule stuff always keeps me from letting myself commit to that again, and that in turn has kept me from posting anything at all. But I've been in an unexpected drawing mood lately and so if I can get enough stuff to set up a queue we might pretend I'm back for a month or so sometime this year. Maybe. Hopefully. We'll see. No promises though. That's why I'm hiding this paragraph under the cut.
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[Beren:] "Uhhh...barkeep...I think he's had enough now..." [Tolkien:] "No, I don't think he has...!"
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glorf1ndel · 1 day
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Sauron: So you have finally arrived, Lúthien Tinúviel...
Lúthien: To you it's TinúviHELL, 'cause that's where I'll be sending you!
Beren, completely traumatized, talking to a werewolf: Do you see her?? That's my WIFE
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chechula · 2 months
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I wanted to draw Beren that would fit my wild Luthien design ♥
My sis said they look like a couple from Josei manga, and she now wants me to draw the whole comic. I am tempted to do so...
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Sorry everyone but this is how i headcanon Huan from now on, idc...
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aotearoa20 · 11 months
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Beren: Don't kill me, I have a wife!
Sauron: You think I care about that?
Beren: Huh? Oh no no no, this isn't a plea for mercy. It's a warning.
Sauron: Wha-
Lúthien: (busting in with a dog and a can-do attitude) ARE YOU READY TO DIE?!
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prymaraa · 10 months
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Ah yes. Me. My elf girlfriend. And her 6ft tall magical dog.
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lenok993 · 6 months
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here we go again
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istaricelebelasse · 7 months
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Elves being able to see a whole spectrum of colours that mortals can’t.
Elves wearing the gaudiest possible colour combinations… that just look white to mortals.
Beren genuinely not understanding a conversation he overhears between Finrod and Celegorm about gaudy colours and clashing clothes because to him they are just wearing white. Plain white. And ok maybe the jewellery is a little excessive but also not the worst he’s seen on Finrod (there’s no nauglamir for one).
Tuor repeatedly being assured that Gondolin is actually quite bright and colourful, it just looks like everything is white to him. He doesn’t understand it, but he accepts it. Especially when Idril starts wearing more colours he can see.
Arwen taking advantage of this same thing Ages of the world later to wear the Most Hideous Outfits possible and watch the elven ambassadors squirm.
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My “Couples of Middle Earth” illustration series! Which couple is your favorite??
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akzgaj · 5 days
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Luthien.
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fflewddur-feanorion · 3 months
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aureentuluva70 · 8 months
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Something something about how Beren and Luthien's burial place being a mystery reflects their fate as mortals not being bound to the world: No one really knows where they went.
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glorf1ndel · 21 days
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Pick a guy that just really loves his wife!
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thelien-art · 4 months
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December; the 22
Yule day 2: Luthien and Beren
Where can Luthien´s sigil be found?
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Happy winter solstice day!
Okay so I kinda forgot what day it is so there´s a unicorn version as well as a bonfire version
Mistletoe; Mistletoe represents romance, fertility, and vitality, and let´s not forget it´s a poisoned plant, although Celtic druids did use it for healing properties and decorations
Holly; Hollies were also used by druids as a symbol for fertility and eternal life and thought of to have magical powers - whereas when Christianity adopted the tree the leaves symbolised Christ's thorn crown and the berries his blood
Bonfire version;
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You are the daughter of an angelic faerie and an elven king. You have grown up inside the only magical safe-haven of an increasingly apocalyptic land outside. You have wanted for nothing, essentially leading the perfect life, suffering and death playing little role beyond the abstract. Your father will never die, and your mother will never leave, but for tradition you are still crown princess and are educated as such. You love to dance and to sing.
You meet some kind of monster inside your mother's borders, a monster not of her or your making. It stumbled across you, dancing in the forest, bloody and travel-worn and weary and wide-eyed as it stares. You are stronger than it, but you run rather than lunge for the kill. You feel pity, more than fear. And something about him makes the part of you that you inherited from your mother sing.
He tries to follow you, for a year and a day. You are stronger, and faster, and stealthier, and you let him see you sometimes anyways. You are not convinced that he is not a monster, but nor are you convinced that he is.
Spring blooms again to the tune of your song, and you let him get closer than before until you run.
But you hear him speak for the first time. He is a speaker, and perhaps to him you are the monster. You do not run, and you do not kill.
He calls you "Tinuviel"
He calls you nightingale- a little songbird, plain and brown, with a lovely voice. They are your mother's creation, but he does not know this.
He calls you daughter of twilight- perhaps for your skin and eyes and hair, but perhaps because that is when he has seen you most.
He calls you singer- creator of the very fabric of the universe, skilled enough to deserve the title.
You are the most beautiful creature the world will ever see, the daughter of an angel and a king. He does not call you beautiful, or angelic, or princess. He calls you a singer, plain and brown, dark and distant as the approaching night.
He is bloody and travel-worn and weary and wide-eyed as you dare to step closer.
He called you nightingale.
You don't know what to call him, but you hope to find out.
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exercise-of-trust · 5 months
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quick break from nanowrimo to work out my fancy textiles itch and celebrate cracking 50k 👍
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