Hi! I'm Anna, a scientist in training, coffee addict, and a fervent reader, currently obsessed with The Silmarillion (and everything Tolkien) ✨
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an attempt at drawing almost every named character in the silmarillion (minus a bunch of Men characters bc i didnt have designs for them, as well as assorted minor elves like salgant or elenmire + the valar and most maiar cuz im still redesigning them) 😙
been really busy these past months but i worked on this on and off in-between (you can see a process gif here!!). since ive got a bit of free time for now, ill try to get back to being more active :D sorry for disappearing out of the blue again but happy almost half a year... wait wdym we're almost halfway through 2025 already...?!?! ToT
“Nobody will ever know what it is like for them. The Valar tell nobody of it. But Elwing and Maedhros fall into this strange, unnatural rhythm. Sometimes it feels like they are laying down and longing to die. Other times, it is all that keeps them alive. Each night, the moon climbs the trees, an aloof observer. The two of them begin uncurling out from themselves and into each other like pressed-together seeds in the cold earth. An unasked-for hybridisation.”
thought today’s sickbed sketch was cute enough to share, so enjoy desert island frenemies-with-benefits Elwing and Maedhros, as seen in my fic The Island Dwellers where they explore each other’s bodies for the sole purpose of fucking with the Valar 😇
“The day has come! Behold, people of the Eldar and Fathers of Men, the day has come!”
Spin the wheel up to three times and determine who is going in your car for a multi-day road trip. How is the road trip going? Will you make it to your destination successfully (or alive)?
Saw this post on Instagram the other day, so ...
@endeavoringdaydreamer, here you go! 🦀
Crablor giving autographs for @thescrapwitch, inspired by the concluding scene of her amazing fic Little Crab on the Big Stage. If you haven't already, go read it, it's one of my favourites!
Crablor giving autographs for @thescrapwitch, inspired by the concluding scene of her amazing fic Little Crab on the Big Stage. If you haven't already, go read it, it's one of my favourites!
Extremely uninspired this year, so The One Egg it is. Happy Easter to everyone who celebrates!
(don't analyze the inscription to much, it's written in Teggwar anyways)
Like an old little leaf in its hopeless dream Can't forget its bygone beauty, dance on the wind I can wait all my life to be taken away with flow Autumn shrouded by rain turns to cold winter snow When the birds fly away I'm still left here alone I still search for my own land where flowers grow
~ Land Where Flowers Grow, Lind Erebros
The leaf is from Liriodendron tulipifera, a beautiful tree whose flowers strongly resemble tulips. It doesn't usually grow near the sea, but it's my favourite tree, and I liked the parallel between Maglor and the leaf—both alone and far from home.
for @feanorianweek day 7: Fëanor, Creation
I also made an alternative version based on this weird idea of mine, because, unfortunately, I do need someone to keep an eye on my pipettes at work :D
for @feanorianweek day 4: Caranthir
for @feanorianweek day 2: Maglor, Music & Songs of Power
for @feanorianweek, day 1: Maedhros, Union of Maedhros
Small Fingon ….. Fingonsito’i
He has a flower to give u❤️✨
I scribbled this in class haha
IDEA: The Silmarils were, in fact, crystal containers with either:
- fluorescent proteins, or (even more likely)
- luciferases (proteins that catalyze chemical reactions producing light, e.g. in fireflies or jellyfish)
because that's probably how the Trees could shine in the first place.
✨ Fingon the Valiant ✨
(he loves fireflies)
Prince Turukáno, already dreaming about hidden cities ✨
thought i heard a red-winged blackbird red-winged blackbird down my road he'll be in there singing his heart out he'll be telling me stories too of where he went to winter last year of how he's going back there too
Oh. OH.
“It's not a code,” said Lindir. He clutched the stones tight in his hands. “They’re mine, not the orcs. I hid them inside my robes so that no one would take them away. They’re my - my family.”
“Family?” repeated Lord Maedhros.
Lindir laid the stones out, taking comfort in the pattern. “Like this,” he said. “It always has to be like this. No - no you’re not looking at it the right way.” He tugged at Lord Maedhros’ metal hand so that they stood shoulder to shoulder. “See? Now they’re in the right order.”
“What does it mean?”
Could he explain? It became so muddled in his head that putting it to words felt impossible. Lindir would try. Maybe, if he did a good enough job, they would let him keep his stones and not hurt him. He was so tired of being hurt.
“This one goes first,” he said, pointing to the red pebble, “because it's the biggest. The oldest. Then - ” he moved past the gap to point at the next one “ - this one, which is white like the - like the moon. Then this one with its dark spot in the centre and then this one with the little iron flakes that make it shine and these two, which are stuck together. The littlest that are two-in-one must always go last. That’s important. They can’t be put in any other order.”
“And here?” There was an odd note in Lord Maedhros’ voice. A slight waver of pain beneath the gentle calm. “You’ve left a space between the first two stones. What goes between them?”
“There has to be a space.” Lindir twisted his hands. The light inside his head hurt, something crooked pressing down down down against it, threatening to break him all over again. “There has to be. Always. I - I don’t know - I lost - something else goes there. I lost it. It flew away. But I have to leave a space.” He started to shake. “Please don’t take them. They’re my family. I have to protect them. Please, please, don’t take them away.”
“I won’t,” said Lord Maedhros. The odd note had grown stronger. Lindir glanced up to see that the towering Fëanorian leader had turned his face away, the bright light making it look like something wet glittered on his face. “I promise you, Laurë. No one will ever separate you from your family again.”
Maedhros and Maglor, enjoying the music and being cute ✨
@maedhrosmaglorweek
Day #213 - Project
Looks like Mae and Finno found the crochet
All hail Volcano Snail
Hide-and-seek.
My hc is that Maedhros is kinda traumatized by never finding Elured and Elurin in the forest.
Also that’s a random laiquendi oc I needed for comic lol. No name.
Nobody: *nothing*
Túrin Woodwose Neithan Gorthol Agarwaen son of Úmarth Adanedhel Mormegil Turambar Dagnir Glaurunga Naeramarth: "New name, new me!"
My little gay elves I hope nothing bad ever happens to them.
“Oh brown haired man with a lightsome air So blithe and bright and fair Each tuesday when I trysted thee again All the week was worth to me And so young were we when first found love Found ourselves in the hazel grove Oh brown haired man with a witching smile Full of love and free from guile So soft beneath the lonely hawthorn tree Came thy whispered truth to me I’ll be with thee, my brown haired man In the sunshine or the shade I’ll bring times of bliss to thee So sweet thy kisses were to me And thy voice was melody” Brown haired Man - Sava
first watercolour art in like 6 months?? and also first maitimo this year