Inktober Day 16-20
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I was looking for pictures of Ancalagon the Black, as you do, and I found THIS
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Maglor, at the end of the Third Age...
...stands shoulder to shoulder with Elrond as both distantly gaze out over the sea the night before the Ring-bearer's ship is to leave.
"It is a strange thing," Maglor says after some moments of silence, "to laugh even a little after spending so long in loneliness and despair."
"Bilbo Baggins is a singular hobbit," Elrond replies, tone a mixture of proud and mysteriously wistful. "I am of the opinion of Mithrandír Olórin in that hobbits are good for the soul. Especially the Elven constitution."
Maglor tries to pretend at dignified silence before he erupts once more into snorting laughter.
"He called me lad," he chuckles softly as he shakes his head, overcome with the absurdity that is Bilbo Baggins. "He called me lad and then asked how long I was going to wallow in my griefs like a child pouting over spilt milk."
Elrond turns to look at his once kidnapper turned foster-father, silver eyes shining with the remnants of a Silmaril, his unique Maiaran heritage, and aged like only the old and wise Eldar can account, his lips turned up in a half smile that set his face into a mask of mischief.
"I quite look forward to the havoc he wreaks in Elvenhome. Valar know he has brought enough to my own house these past years."
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A Tarot card with Fingon as the Fool (I’m not planning to draw the full deck, but who knows)
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"where are the ships at losgar?"
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He chanted a song of wizardry,
Of piercing, opening, of treachery,
Revealing, uncovering, betraying.
Then sudden Felagund there swaying,
Sang in answer a song of staying,
Resisting, battling against power,
Of secrets kept, strength like a tower,
And trust unbroken, freedom, escape;
Of changing and of shifting shape,
Of snares eluded, broken traps,
The prison opening, the chain that snaps.
Backwards and forwards swayed their song.
Reeling and foundering, as ever more strong
The chanting swelled, Felagund fought,
And all the magic and might he brought
Of Elvenesse into his words.
Softly in the gloom they heard the birds
Singing afar in Nargothrond,
The sighing of the Sea beyond,
Beyond the western world, on sand,
On sand of pearls in Elvenland.
Then the gloom gathered; darkness growing
In Valinor, the red blood flowing
Beside the Sea, where the Noldor slew
The Foamriders, and stealing drew
Their white ships with their white sails
From lamplit havens. The wind wails,
The wolf howls. The ravens flee.
The ice mutters in the mouths of the Sea.
The captives sad in Angband mourn.
Thunder rumbles, the fires burn—
And Finrod fell before the throne.
The Lay of Leithian
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sauron as a vampire and melkor as a demon for halloween :]
you can buy these stickers here!
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Just found out that feanor was 3142 when he died, which is only about 250 years older that Elladan and Elrohir in lotr. How do I uninstall this knowledge because it is making me uncomfortable and I don't know why.
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Tolkien and his naming skills
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dont know where i was going with this i just shut off my brain and spewed out some weird Sauron art I guess
also sorry for inactivity! I’ve been busy with uni work as of late and have a bad case of art block
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Feanor: Why is Kano doing the dishes that loud?
Maedhros: To let us know "that nobody ever helps in this house"...
Maglor: *aggressively cleans knife*
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The City of Seven Names
Gondobar am I called and Gondothlimbar, City of Stone and City of the Dwellers in Stone; Gondolin the Stone of Song and Gwarestrin am I named, the Tower of the Guard, Gar Thurion or the Secret Place, for I am hidden from the eyes of Melko; but they who love me most greatly call me Loth, for like a flower am I, even Lothengriol the flower that blooms on the plain. — The Book of Lost Tales
Paintings by Alan Lee, Ted Nasmith, Luca Michelucci, Sarka Skorpikova, and J.R.R. Tolkien
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How Elrond became known as Elrond Peredhel.
"Eärendilion!" they hail them, even as Elrond and Elros come cloaked in Fëanorian colors, the star of Fëanor's house embroidered on the breasts of each tunic.
Elros' silver eyes harden to steel and Elrond's hands clench so tightly on the reins of his horse they turn bloodlessly white.
How can they be sons of a father they cannot even recall? Who did not come back for them when their mother told him of how the havens burned at the mouths of Sirion? How can they claim to be the sons of a star when the faces they recall as fathers are not golden-skinned and golden-haired, but scared both, one with hair of flame, the other of ink?
"Eärendilion!" the High King of the Noldor—Erienion Gil-Galad shouts at Elrond (and not at Elros, for Elros is off with the Men), tone a scathing scolding when he spots Elrond on the battlefield for the first time during the War of Wrath.
Elrond flinches (it will take some time before he trains himself out of that reaction entirely) and the flinch is not from the tone of Artanáro's voice, but by the name he uses.
Elrond has not felt like a son of that star (the star his fathers swore a dreadfully binding oath to reclaim). For all the Eärendil sired him (and Elros), Elrond would pluck that star from the sky and present it to his fathers (adopted they may be) as a gift in a heartbeat if he could.
If only it would make a difference. It wouldn't. Morgoth still has two others, and until he is brought out in chains by the only ones who have the power to do so, regaining the silmarils is hopeless.
"Eärendilion!" the golden-haired, reborn, part-vanya exclaims in greeting with a grin as bright as the sun.
Elrond does not flinch in response, he has long trained himself out of such. But his eyes do harden, and his lips thin into a straight line as he turns mithril eyes as sharp as spear-points towards one he is simultaneously grateful to (if Glorfindel had not saved his sire's life, Elrond would not exist) and also wishes to shove away.
"I am called Elrond Peredhel in these lands," he replies to the balrog-slayer-slain-and-reborn. "Welcome to Imladris, Glorfindel of Gondolin."
Years later, Elrond will explain to his children (first his twin sons, then his beautiful daughter), each so bright their spirits shine white as stars, why he has chosen to be called by what he is (though not accurate at all) instead of the more traditional patronymic.
He will tell of his fathers, all three of them. He will say he could not choose out of love for each, and so chose what he is instead of who raised him. (His children will not understand for many, many years, that his choice was made between two, and not three fathers).
He has discarded the bitterness by that point, replaced it with understanding. But also Elrond has realized that a father is more than a sire, and even if Eärendil was charged with a lofty Doom, his Fate separated him from his sons too often and too early. Even if Maedhros and Maglor gained twin sons with bloodied hands, those hands had healed and soothed shown care and love.
Elrond becomes Elrond Peredhel because he cannot connect to Eärendilion, and because he cannot be Nelyafinwion or Kanafinwion.
In his heart of hearts, deeply buried under duty, law, and politics, Elrond Peredhel calls himself Elrond son of Maedhros and Maglor, adopted and fostered grandson of Fëanor.
When he reaches out to family on the far-shores of Westernesse, the first he will call grandmother bears not gold, nor white, nor dark hair, but red.
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Maedhros, Son of Fëanor: little watercolor portrait.
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Elrond has dark hair...
And that seriously irks my high-school biology lessons from so long (gods, it has been too many years) ago.
Let's look at it like this:
Elu had silver/white hair, Melian had dark hair.
Ok so Lúthien had dark hair, and Beren had dark hair.
Díor has silver/white hair or dark hair depending, I really can't be bothered to remember anymore, and Nimloth is white haired.
Well, then Elwing supposedly is fair-haired as well (though for some reason I always pictured her with dark hair, probably because of Lúthien).
Turgon, obviously had dark hair and his wife Elenwë was a golden-haired vanya.
Idril had fair hair and so did Tuor (who came from a long line of golden-haired men).
So, Eärendil is golden haired.
That means that there are very few dark-haired people in Elrond's genetic ancestry, and high-school biology told me that he should not be dark-haired (though yes, I am aware it is more complicated than that, as I myself am the sole blond-haired& blue-eyed product of a red-haired&brown eyed father and a dark-haired&brown eyed mother. Though at least my grandparents offered my coloring to me on both sides, so that is much easier).
I guess, I'm just thinking...shouldn't Elwing have dark hair or then Elrond and Elros have fair-hair? (Though that image is far more incongruous than first).
At least with Gil-Galad (and don't get me started on his stirring pot of potential parents) the hair coloring differing makes sense. If he's Fingon's (which for some reason I could never get behind, though I am unsure why) he probably had dark hair. If he's of the house of Finarfin, I can see him potentially having fair hair. (And yes, both of those could quite obviously and easily be the opposite because children CANNOT be formed by a single father only, sorry lads).
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Thû by Roger Garland
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if all that you see is the danger the cage will relieve
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Silmarillion Characters | Noldor | The House of Finwë
A hunter also was Tyelkormo, who in Valinórë was a friend of Oromë, and often followed the Vala’s horn.
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My OC, Tyelpëvairë (also known as Efailwen), and her Dad, Tyelpërinquar BY the lovely @den-tyan
[DO NOT remove credit]
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