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What has become of you ...?

jrr tolkien: I write literally every kind of character jrrt: this is Beren, he's a wifeguy jrrt: Tom Bombadil, a total mystery but also a wifeguy jrrt: Treebeard, former wifeguy jrrt: Samwise Gamgee, future wifeguy jrrt:... jrrt: Turin Turambar, wifeguy gone terribly wrong

Shout out Haleth. The It Girl of the Edain. Centuries later and all these shield maidens have posters of you on their walls. Showed up, served no nonsense badass, refused to elaborate, left.

The older I get the more I realize my dream man is Tom Bombadil.

Tove Jansson’s illustrations of Bilbo Baggins are my absolute favorite. I’m obsessed with the Roundness. He’s an officially certified Little Guy

There’s also something so powerful about seeing such a small round character design suddenly whip out a sword:

Feanor: You can trust me! Let's not forget who pulled you out of the lake when you were six.

Fingolfin: Let's not forget who pushed me in.

Me, a youngest sibling: FINARFINFINARFINFINARFINNNNN THE POOR GUY HE WAS PROBABLY SO LONELY AND SAD AFTER EVERYONE LEFT BECAUSE AS A YOUNGEST SIBLING YOU’VE NEVER BEEN ALONE, LITERALLY ALWAYS SURROUNDED BY FAMILY AND THE BURDEN OF TAKING THIS CROWN THAT WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE HIS BECAUSE THERE WERE LITERALLY ALL OF FËANOR’S THEN FINGOLFIN’S KIDS BEFORE HIM AND THEY’RE AN IMMORTAL RACE ANYWAY SO IT NEVER EVEN CROSSED HIS MIND AND HE PROBABLY THOUGHT OF HIS BROTHERS EVERY TIME HE HAD TO PUT THE STUPID CROWN ON HIS HEAD AND SILENTLY WEPT BY HIMSELF BECAUSE WHO WAS LEFT TO UNDERSTAND THE LOVE ARAFINWË STILL HELD FOR HIS BIG BROTHERS-

Something quick and simple with Feanor and Fingolfin

The arrow is kind of random because I didn't want to give swords to both of them. Don't judge me!

*based on a real conversation between me and two of my siblings*

Celegorm: where do babies come from?

Maedhros: I don’t know but we found you in a dumpster

Maglor: *nodding sagely* with the raccoons

Celegorm: what! no you didn't!

Maedhros: yes we did, we made Atya and Ammë keep you.

Maglor: and the longer we had you the more you started to be like a little boy instead of a raccoon.

Celegorm: I AM NOT A RACOON!

Maglor: Oh look Nelyo his claws are coming back, we might have to return him.

Maedhros: *picks Celegorm up over his shoulder* Alright lets go

*various sounds of chaos ensue*

Fëanor: *from the other room* I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU TWO TOLD YOUR BROTHER HE'S A RACCON AGAIN

Nerdanel: *at the same time from a different room*: did they tell Telyco we found him in a dumpster again!?!