DAY TWO Of @silmsmutweek! "Coast" And "cross-cultural Relationships" Both Suggested To Me Finarfin/Earwen,

'old bright songs of their childhood' - aka Maedhros and Maglor (Tiny Edition)

Inspired by a little moment in @thelordofgifs' the fairest stars where Maglor sings childhood songs to Maedhros and Maedhros believes himself to be back in Valinor for a moment.

@tolkiengenweek - another one for 'family' since their relationship is one of my favorite sibling relationships in Tolkien's legendarium 💗

Bonus sparkly 'Song' version that I wasn't really sure about under the cut:

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 neurodivergent as well as disabled and "10 minute blocking" has changed my life.

I find completing tasks really challenging because I either get super overwhelmed, distracted, or my pain/fatigue levels rise too much and I get defeated.

So I recently introduced the 10 Minute Block rule. It's super simple. I simply pick one thing I need to do, set a timer usually for 10 mins (+/- 5 mins depending on fatigue/pain levels) and then go go go! And I try and do as much of that one thing as I can within the time limit. The rule is that I have to stop after 10 minutes.

If I feel spurred on after the 10 mins is up, then I'm free to start another 10 minute block (either to carry on with the same task or start a new one) and do this repeatedly for as long as I wish, but I absolutely must stop after each block and assess how my body is doing and finish blocking when my body tells me to.

If I am feeling defeated or tired or whatever after 10 mins, even if the task isn't finished, I stop. I rest, congratulate myself on doing those 10 minutes, and then find something fun/restorative to do instead without feeling guilty.

It's really improved my perceived perception of productivity as well as taught me how to pace my body better.

I don't know if this will be helpful to any of you, but it's something that I wish I'd known about sooner and has helped me so I thought I'd share it.

SOME ILLUSTRATIONS FROM J.R.R TOLKIEN’S LETTERS FROM FATHER CHRISTMAS (PUBLISHED IN ONE BOOKS BY HIS SON CHRISTOPHER TOLKIEN IN 1976).

@superkingofpriderock @mademoiselle-princesse @amalthea9 @anghraine

“The Lonely Mountain”

The fifth of eleven new watercolours depicting places in Middle-earth and Númenor for an upcoming book.

House of the King

Finrod & Galadriel sketch

Maedhros and Maglor Week Day 1: Treelight

Treelight.

It spills from the box in a glorious familiar mingling of silver and gold when Maedhros opens the lid, and Maglor is captivated despite himself. This is what they have paid so dearly for, these last precious scraps of light that their father preserved and even though he has for a long time now not thought them worth the cost of their souls, he still not cannot look away.

For a moment Maglor is caught up in the memory of standing beneath the shining, flowering canopies with Maedhros, bathed in light and song. He is breathing in the sweetly scented air of his childhood, home again after so terribly long. For one perfect moment everything is right, the Trees are above him and his brother is beside him. Maedhros looks up, awash in gold light that sets his hair glowing like fire, and a strange horrible foreboding grips his heart.

There is no going back.

The Trees are gone and with them the innocence they once had.

In his heart Maglor knows it.

He blinks, sight clearing the memory away and his vision fills with Maedhros’s face as it is now: brittle, drawn with sorrow, and weary with the burden of the Oath.

His brother does not look at him, focused on the jewels that have been their goal for so long. Maedhros will not to let anything, not even him, turn him from them now that he is so close.

The light that surrounds them is forgiving, untouched and pure inside the jeweled containment it shines through, but even as Maglor’s hand draws near he knows that what now surrounds the light is not so kind.

His eyes are already filling with tears, the light of the moon turning them to silver on his pale cheeks.

A moment before his fingertips brush the glittering jewel, he hears Maedhros scream.

@maedhrosmaglorweek

Aragorn study

Been rewatching LotR lately and I couldn’t resist

I’d divorce him too lmao