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Mirkwood.
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Eowyn.
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Thingol and Melian.
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Guardians of Sea - original pencil.
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Luthien.
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akzgaj · 6 days
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The Lost Love
Maedhros x Elf-Maiden
fanfiction
He saw her. He saw her dancing on the grasslands of Valinor. Her hair, which absorbed the glow of the Two Trees, was imprinted on his mind. His father begged once Galadriel to share her hair, which on them were the bright hidden within it; he himself wanted to beg for one, the smallest hair from her braids, of this beautiful maiden who was floating above the ground.
He didn't have the courage to ask her name. And he wanted to know it so badly. He was trying to get to her. Through the crowd of dancing elves, through the gardens that paved his way, he had to delay meeting the beautiful elf-maiden for some time.
The next opportunity came in the next days, but as soon as he saw her, he lost his courage, his tongue hardened, his lips closed, and he lowered his eyes out of shyness, making him feel ashamed of himself; he, the prince, is afraid to approach a beautiful and young maiden!
However, he gathered his courage and spent many days creating a beautiful speech about his fiery feeling, a poem about her beauty, about her sweetness like the nectar of the flowers of the garden of Lorien.
The day he gathered his courage turned out to be the day of his undoing.
Then there was only fire and the pursuit of honor.
Then betrayal and pain.
He couldn't leave his brothers and he only watched the ships burn; its burned like his heart with pain, knowing that the hope of seeing her face, her small figure trembling on the other side, burned with them.
He wanted to scream and cry about it, to tear out his hair, burning like blood, like spilled blood from the blade of his sword.
He decided to complete the mission faster. He wanted to see her on the other shore, holding his father's Silmarils, lifting them up with his brothers to reconcile the warring families, to end the conflict. And see her face. And ask her for forgiveness.
However, he had to complete a mission that led to further failures. Another unnecessary blood shed. He wanted to end this suffering faster, which soon led him to captivity. When he was chained to the rock, after the torture, he thought about her, comforting himself with a fatal hope. About her lips like rose petals, about her smile, about her twinkle in her eyes in which the light of Varda's stars was hidden.
However, no tears flowed from his gray and lifeless eyes because the dry wind tugged and plowed his face with its claws, marking it and his body with more and more scars. But how afraid he was of death! He was afraid of the dark, afraid of the darkness without stars, without the light above his forehead.
Suddenly, the aching elf saw the coming rescue and another pain. His deliverance paid for in blood. His hand. A hand that wanted to feel the delicacy and smoothness of her hair, her wonderful hair and the softness of her skin... To hold her hand in his, stroking and enjoying her touch...
But this remains only in his mind.
In his dream. Until the dream became reality.
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I almost year ago published this short fanfiction in my other blog. I re-writed this again and put on here.
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akzgaj · 8 days
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The Blonde and The Red Fox – original art of my writing.
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akzgaj · 9 days
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Finrod Felagund.
I posted this once on another account, but I'm posting it again with my full name.
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Early morning near or in the forest and the meadow, prompts:
In spring and in summer, in 4-6 a.m a birds are singing very strong and loud.
Birds don't flies too much, they are sitting on theirs nest.
It could be misty, gray-blue light floats in the air.
The air can be sharp near, but the further, the air become thick, and the view become blurry, gray.
The sky have gray blue tone.
The sky has few stars, which are blurry, indistinct.
The leaves of the trees have an ash colour mixet with green-blue colour.
Skin colour have blue tone, pale and fresh.
The air sting the face.
It's quiet.
The trees mute the sounds from road.
If you are in a forest clearing or meadow, distant sounds come faster and are louder.
You can hear the sound of the wind, but in the forest, you don't feel it, only the trees are moving on the tops.
When the sun rises, the dew shines on the spider web and on plants, like crystals.
If its winter spring, or rather, very early spring, when the sun rises, white frost on the ground shines like stars under the influance of light.
In summer, fog swirls in the ground's pits and meadows, rising in strips.
When the sun rises, when there is fog, the sun is misty, red and gold.
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akzgaj · 12 days
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A knight and a princess (he is serious and sad, she is delicate and charming)
Fluffy and cute
Knight:
He takes his duty - to protect the princess - seriously and he gets upset when the princess sometimes disappears without a word in the gardens (very large gardens).
He doesn't say much, and he won't say it openly, but he likes being in the gardens with her, and he likes watching when she weave flowers into her hair.
And she weave flowers into his hair too.
He teaches her to defend herself with a sword - he recognizes that she should also defend herself if something happened to him and he was unable to defend her.
Secretly, he loves kissing her hands for "good morning" and "good night".
He often covers her with his cloak against the cold and rain.
"Don't worry, princess, your hands will get stronger and you will be able to hold and use the sword more steadily," when again the princess almost decapitated him with her sword.
Princess:
Dreamy soul.
She would like to show the knight that she knows how to use weapons, which sometimes ends with disastrous results.
Her smile and laughter melts the knight's heart.
She knows how to dress wounds and knows herbs, and after fights she dresses his wounds.
She blushes at the sight of his bare arms and scars.
She usually speaks to him a lot, but always the way what he would like, as if she knew his thoughts.
She has a crush on him, but she doesn't say it - he has a crush on her too.
She kisses his forehead often.
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akzgaj · 12 days
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Fear Prompts:
Prompts for horrors, angst moments or moments before math test :)
The air you breathe does not fill your lungs.
Stinging under the breasts/stinging in the ribs.
Pain in the jaw and throat.
Difficulty breathing, throat tight.
Hand shaking.
Sweating.
Numbness, slow reaction/hyperactivity, acute concentration, fueled by fear and adrenaline.
Concentration disorder.
Problems with movement, numbness in legs and arms.
Chest pain that makes it impossible to walk.
Feeling like crying, eyes burning with tears.
Rapid breathing.
Fast heartbeat, often uneven.
Speech problems, numb tongue.
Paleness/red flush from nerves.
Gooseflesh.
Dry mouth.
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akzgaj · 12 days
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Writer's Thoughts #2
Is it just me that when I finish writing a chapter and say, "that's it for today", and I'm already writing the last sentence and entering a new chapter with a title, and after a while I add, "well, I'll write two more sentences". And repeat again.
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Writer's Thoughts #1
The best ideas for writing appear in the least expected moments - especially when you don't have a pen, paper or phone with you. And usually you forget about this idea, or it gets distorted and doesn't seem the best anymore.
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King of Mirkwood
Thranduil from Hobbit JRR Tolkien.
Gouache on paper.
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Beloved from other side.
Beren and Luthien with Huan.
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Beloved
Beren and Luthien with Huan from Beren and Luthien by JRR Tolkien.
Gouache on paper.
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