Thinking about how Nerdanel's amilessë apacenyë for Maitimo means "Well-shaped one" and how heartbreaking that really is. Did she see, like some nís are able, the fate that awaited her firstborn son? Did she see some glimpse of the torture he would endure that would permanently disfigure him? Did she name him Maitimo to remind him always that, no matter what happens, he will always be beautiful to her and he is loved?
Fruit harvest festival
Nerdanel & Feanaro
Shout out Haleth. The It Girl of the Edain. Centuries later and all these shield maidens have posters of you on their walls. Showed up, served no nonsense badass, refused to elaborate, left.
Every fantasy story should have a Tom Bombadil type character. Fantasy takes itself way too seriously these days. Throw in a fucking random singing fairy weirdo you cowards. Oh it doesn't fit the tone of the story? Grow up. Your story isn't too good for a a random vaguely eldritch wife-guy singing random rhymes about on his walk through the woods.
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Son and Heir (gouache practice)
Aulë/Mahal, Seven Fathers of the Dwarves and Eru Ilúvatar blessing ♥ ♥ re-draw of my old piece, one of few that I really like (I wanted to make it into print but I couldn't find the original x_x) (it is part of my experimental valar series :D )
Morwen and Hurin
a list of some of my favourite, most ExtraTM Fëanor moments :
showed up to his dad’s house in full military gear just so he could throw a hissy fit at his brother in a public square , sword-waving theatrics and all
straight up slammed a door in Morgoth’s face , after quite literally yelling at him to get the fuck off his lawn
“Fëanor, lending us your Silmarils to save the Trees could prevent the world from plunging into complete darkness” / “And then what , do you waNT ME TO DIE is that it”
“So dad , are we going back for Fingon now?” / *manic laughter* “Oh, Maedhros, my sweet summer child,”
pulled a total Patroclus and charged on the gates of Angband without waiting for backup , then promptly got into a swordfight with a bunch of Balrogs
couldn’t help being dramatic even in death and turned into ashes on the spot before his sons could bury him
if you ever feel like your job is hard , just remember that Mandos is gonna have to put up with this dude camping out in his office until the end of Arda
LEGENDS OF THE QUENDI
Private commission, from The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien.
Pen and ink, watercolor, 24 K gold.
Gandalf/Olorin, Cirdan, Celembribor, Gil Galad, Melian, Galadriel, Elrond, Arwen, The Elven Rings, The Elessar, and a symbolic Belt of Melian.
No, I'm not playing hooky on Good Omens, I get about 20 minutes a day to work on other stuff.
I was getting a half hour a day, but even that's too much at this point.
And yes, at roughly 25 minutes a day, a piece like this takes a really long time. Months.
I'm a big believer in making sure you pick at something else even while working on a big project, even if you only use that time for warm ups. Keeps you from crumbling under the weight of the main project.
Anyone else: the hands that cradled your face and tilted it upwards to kiss your forehead are soaked in unfathomable quantities of blood.
Elros and Elrond: But they cradled me, yes?
(Credits to @queen-of-hobgobblers )