Here Is The Artwork For @silmarillionepistolary Day 6, Loss And Betrayal.

I am literally one of those high strung Respect Our Troops middle aged dads but about Frodo Baggins. If you hate on him I'm gonna pivot into a lecture about everything he's fought for and sacrificed and how you wouldn't last a day in his circumstances and

Aredhel, Celegorm and Huan in Valinor.

Celegorm wears his fëanorian red even on the hunt - he says it's camouflage because his horse is also red.

Mix of watercolour and digital painting.

a small sam for anyone who needs one

Nolofinwean Week Day 3: Turgon and Elenwe

A drawing of Thranduil I made for my amazing friend @tox-ic-world 's birthday ❤️‍🔥

one of my hotter takes as a silm fan is an instinctive dislike of the common fandom trope of every noldo having one Chosen Craft they devote themselves entirely to and are known by. like not only does it not seem in line with what we know of feanor's crafts (he is clearly somewhat of a renaissance man, with a keen interest in linguistics, metalwork, gemwork, etc) but it also doesn't add up for a species with literally infinite time and apparently no economic necessity to establish a niche.

clearly they all have their preferences and inclinations, and some people (say, maglor or miriel) are especially and notably good at certain things, but a common trope i see is this elves pressure to Pick A Thing and construct identity around it and that feels horribly current-human-society to me, like a YA novel or a college major. it feels much more in line with the world to me that young elves might be expected to be reasonably well-educated in many different pursuits/crafts, and that most wouldn't come to be known for one thing specifically

Unique coat colors on cats 🖤

The Kings of the Noldor do not cut their hair so long as they reign. But before taking the throne, each king-to-be cuts his hair in mourning for his predecessor.

Elven hair grows very, very slowly.

Finwë dies surrounded by an ocean of raven-dark hair, spilling around him as blood. Gil-galad's ankle-length hair smolders as fine silver ribbons tossed into fire.

Fingolfin, riding to Morgoth's gate with fire in his eyes, tucks his dark waist-length braid into helm.

Turgon's dark braids fail just over his shoulders as he takes up his great-sword for the last time. Fingon's curls, too short to braid, spill out of his helm fall in his eyes, sticking his bloodied cheeks.

Fëanor had cut his hair unusually short in mourning of his beloved father; had hewed messily at the braids until his scalp was visible through the uneven tufts of hair. It looks much the same when he dies, the bald spots barely covered.

Morgoth cannot cut Maedhros's hair when he captures him, for Maedhros has already done the job himself.

Fingon the Valiant !

Man he turned to looks like such a cutie not gonna lie ❤️

The pose and clothes are from @knights-of-beleriand .

They made such a nice cosplay check them out if you see this !

Maitimo with Elros

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