Damnit Annatar, Celebrimbor Is Trying To Concentrate On His Work

Gardens of Valinor Midjourney AI art by Elina Clevergull

The family continues. Curufin the Crafty!

Happy holidays! My white oliphaunt gift for the 2024 exchange: a pair of sleepy peredhil.

"Laurefindele just took Itarille for a walk my love, I don't think we'll see them for a while."

"Oh if only we knew what to do when no one's around..."

"Turgon likes his women* like his towers.

Tall.

*woman"

Turgon and Elenwe for @nolofinweanweek day 2

Fingolfin during Dagor Bragollach also called the Battle of the Sudden Flame. A horrible event that ended the siedge of Angband and resulted in Noldor elves being slaughtered by Morgoth forces by the thousands.

All my favorite Bag End interior paintings, from my webcomic adaptation of The Hobbit (which you can find on Tumblr here, on Ao3 here, or Webtoon here.) It was important to me to add a lot of detail and coziness to Bag End, to convey why it's so difficult for Bilbo to leave, and the things he’ll be nostalgic for on the journey :’3. A lot of the decorations (particularly in the kitchen) were inspired by the decorations in my grandmother’s house.

I'm fresh out of half-elven inspiration today, so have some Russingon, for a change. And some Lalwen, because there should always be more Lalwen. Also on AO3 (T: 352 words).

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It is Lalwen who marries them.

Lalwen, whose own heart’s joy had laughed at Mandos, and now melts into the bones of the earth in blistered Dorthonion, returning, as she had ever sought, to the imagination, to the shining, breathing glory of the trees. Sinking down, that the roots may be nourished and the shattered forests rise again.

“Look not for me in the West,” she had said, as the binding caught their hearts, as Lalwen’s breath tracked hers to its source and their bodies wove together, following their minds. “This is all there is. Love, now, and the silence, after, unless it be a song of remembrance, caught in the branches, or the breeze.”

Lalwen had only kissed her again and clung, until the knife came down, and the great woods burned.

She watches Maedhros’ face as they weave their plans for the final battle, remembering Fëanor’s passion, and his bright boys’ following rage. Let the Void take us! And if it does? If there is only silence, and not even a song, where the Darkness reigns?

She is cold. Colder than she ever was in the great crossing; more certain even than then of the long fall, the bleak end. Fingon’s fine eyes catch the light as they did on the Ice, under the stars, only now they are burning.

This is all they will have. Love, now, and the silence, after.

She draws them into the robing room, after the council meeting. Pulls the gold bands from the bases of her braids to use as rings. Wraps their wrists with her sash, lays skin against skin as they stammer and shiver under her fierce, forgiving gaze.

Maedhros tries to demur, to conjure spectres and channel voices of disapproval, but he is already leaning into Fingon; their smiles matching as they ever have; their fingers twining as though carved to fit, knuckle to knuckle, tendon to tendon, bone to bone.

Lalwen blesses them. Kisses them. Sends them to bed, to their true binding.

She sits in the dark, then, for a while, listening to the silence.

To the song.  

Messing around on procreate :)

Have some Beren and Luthien cuddles

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 !