At Some Point In The Third Age

What has become of you ...?

man i wish romance was real and not just something Tolkien made up for his books

Nelyo scribble.

“[Galadriel] was the greatest of the Noldor, except Fëanor maybe” that feel when your mum drains her entire immortal life force to make you maybe better than your random niece 😔

on a scale of one to spontaneous combustion, how pissed off would you be if your rightful property was

Stolen

Stolen

Claimed by another

Stolen

Stolen

Passed down as an heirloom

Wilfully kept from you

Passed down as an heirloom

Wilfully kept from you

Actively removed from your vicinity

Used as collateral in an underrepresented diplomatic negotiation

Sent to space.

I'm crying????

Also currently crazy about the idea that Melian (who is at least partly affiliated to Irmo Lorien) sometimes visits her descendants in dreams. Not terribly often, it would seem — there are too many of them — but if she happens to be aware of something she might warn of, or at times, to give advice...

Newly orphaned children around Gondor and Arnor, and where their peoples mingled with others, sometimes dream of a woman with eyes like stars and a motherly manner who holds them close and whispers that everything will be alright.

all i want from life is to be goldberry of withywindle, living in the old forest with my weird little husband tom bombadil

LEGENDS OF THE QUENDI

Private commission, from The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien.

Pen and ink, watercolor, 24 K gold.

Gandalf/Olorin, Cirdan, Celembribor, Gil Galad, Melian, Galadriel, Elrond, Arwen, The Elven Rings, The Elessar, and a symbolic Belt of Melian.

No, I'm not playing hooky on Good Omens, I get about 20 minutes a day to work on other stuff.

I was getting a half hour a day, but even that's too much at this point.

And yes, at roughly 25 minutes a day, a piece like this takes a really long time. Months.

I'm a big believer in making sure you pick at something else even while working on a big project, even if you only use that time for warm ups. Keeps you from crumbling under the weight of the main project.

Family Happiness

Evening had fallen upon Tyrion, but Finwë's chambers were alive with light. The king listened with delight to young Macalaurë's new work, a quiet but surprisingly profound motif that spoke of longing for distant lands and the majesty of Aman. Finwë, now free to consider himself a musical expert, was immensely proud that his grandson could express his feelings so skilfully through melody.

Next to him sat Maitimo, the eldest of the grandchildren. He studied the map intently, tracing the winding lines of the roads with his finger. Plans and dreams of wanderlust stirred his thoughts, and Finwë smiled warmly at the eagerness in the eyes of a grandson who knew the world only through stories.

Finwë felt at the pinnacle of happiness. His son, Feanaro, had found someone who shared his passion and thoughts, and now, sitting on the terrace with Nerdanel, they quietly discussed plans for a new journey through Aman, where every corner held ancient wisdom and every stone held its secrets. They planned to visit places hidden even from prying eyes, ancient rock formations to which they were both drawn as craftsmen and creators.

But the king suspected there was more to these plans. Feanaro's eyes shone with the same brilliance as they had years ago when he first met Nerdanel. Though they discussed routes, Finwë noticed how their voices sometimes fell silent, and the same spark that ignited when someone dear to him was near.

As if chuckling to himself, Finwë wondered if he might soon have a new grandson.

Maedhros still bloody from the first kinslaying when he sees Maglor already composing the first draft for the Noldolantë