Latest Posts by elenwewy - Page 6

glorthelion

d7: ancient

galadriel sketch

Fingon, on his way to Angband:

Maehdros in Valinor ✨✨ Vietnamese AU

Nolofinwe&Anaire

@i-did-not-mean-to commissioned me to draw Feanor being sad about people saying mean things about him on the internet, with an optional Nolo trying to comfort him. Now, Nolo is smart enough to not try to get to close to angy Feanor, so he tries talking him out of it instead. It works Extras:

And to IDNMT: Thank you so much for your support and kindness, not only for me, but for so many other people. You are amazing.

Late submission for @maedhrosmaglorweek Day 7 - Storytelling

I think Maglor sang or read the twins to sleep almost every night when they were little (or simply told them stories of Valinor and whatever else came to mind because I assume they didn't actually have that many books lying around by that point in time, let alone ones suitable for children). And if Maglor asked Maedhros to "help" every now and then, it totally wasn't because he hoped it would entice his brother (who hasn't slept in a week) to rest as well. Maglor would never resort to such tactics.

Alt version below the cut because I couldn't decide on a color scheme and I had everything on separate layers anyways, so:

Swan-maiden of Alqualondë Eärwen

Elenwë, wife of Turgon and mother to Idril Celebrindal

Idril not pictured, I'm still recovering from the sugar coma little Tyelpe sent me into here xD

Miriel Therinde

I´m curently working on a background for her as I feel like I need a new computer background and Tumblr header but here she is finished by just herself :)

Maglor's duel with Ulfang the traitor. This episode is so interesting to me bc we don't often see Maglor taking initiative and doing something on his own. He acts very much as one of Maedhros' follower, but I think that this moment and his mercy for elrond and elros are the two defining actions that shape his character in my head.

@tolkienfamilyweek Day 5: Found Family

Maglor is trying really hard to be a good dad. Sometimes he goes a little overboard.

@maedhrosmaglorweek, Day 6: Respite

Near the end, Maedhros will not sleep alone.

Sir🫡

Vána, which means I finished all of the Valier! *v* [other Valar]

i just wanted to say thank you to every fanfic writer out there.

thank you for writing what others haven't, what others can't, what others won't.

thank you for writing what can be judged and hated, but writing it all the same.

thank you for indulging in something that you love and allowing the rest of us to love it with you.

if you have one kudos or one thousand, one comment or one hundred, one bookmark or fifty, i love each and every one of you for writing them.

thank you.

Куруфин и его жена, мир Толкина

"Let's make the world a peaceful place with our hands."

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

I have the Tumblr equivalent of cleaning supplies...

a mass tag replacer

a way to find ALL of the tags you’ve ever used (mostly?)

and a way to find untagged posts

There will be some seriously intense organizing here soon.

cold morning in Himring

half-maia siblings <3

Maglor. sketch. This work brought me a lot of positive emotions. I know that many of you love him too. I suffered for a very long time because of my drawing skills, but maybe I should just enjoy the process?

i didn't realize until i was pretty much done that this is basically just arwen's red-and-blue dress from the movies with more fiddly bits but. oh well. like great-great-grandmother, like great-great-granddaughter ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

When your husband returns from 3000 years in jail ...

... and you're thirsty af 🥰💖!! Mairon really missed him! Daddy's back on Arda!!!!

"Éowyn was slender and tall, with a grace and pride that came to her out of the South from Morwen of Lossarnach, whom the Rohirrim had called Steelsheen."

(Appendix A "The House of Eorl")

Éowyn with Shadowfax in the lush meadows of Rohan @megarywrites @sotwk :)