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At the king’s wedding, Nerdanel made her way through the shimmering crowd until at last she found Feanaro sitting alone in the garden, reading a book. She began to wish she hadn’t urged her friend to return to Tirion.

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Nerdanel & Fëanáro

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F!Giomis Coffee shop AU Comics

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anyway you should always remember that all those foreigners you see dying on the news are just as real people as you are who have just as much interiority as you do. there is nothing about you that makes you more important and it is by pure chance that you are not in their position. in fact, this holds for all of history. every person, no matter the horror of the fate that befell them, had just as much interiority as you do. i feel like some people haven't fully internalized this.

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Morifinwë

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I wanted to experiment with rendering, I'll do this more often

YES MAIRON HAS A HOOHAA NO I WON'T ELABORATE

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The silmarimilimillion

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Maedhros.

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Memory and Song @russingon-week day five

plus my first attempt at some epistolary writing below the cut or on Ao3 (gen)

F.A. 472 A letter from High King Fingon to Unknown and the responding letter.

Two sheets of parchment stuck together with water damage, seperated and translated from Quenya by S.T Ars

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You once told me learning painting with your left hand was the greatest challenge you faced, calling sword-slinging (for sling it you do, do not argue that your manner is delicate) as natural as breathing.

You wished to paint my coronation portrait, to bring something beautiful out of the sadness of the occasion. I think I was perhaps too cruel upon seeing the sketch you had made, entirely unfurnished by paint. That I lashed you with some of my sorrow. I apologise if my comments lingered on your ego, I did not mean it to be so.

You made me don the crown, I recall, I was not even dressed; I borrowed a robe of yours- I think- or was it a bed sheet? You said the red did not suit me.

And you in my too-short breeches. I have ever loved you in blue, not the light kind you favoured in Tirion, but my blue, the deep blue of twilight creeping in as Arien descends into Valinor.

You were as beautiful as you have ever been then, brush between your lips, juggling the pallet between arms, your chest unclothed, your manner demanding. You have ever excelled at turning my head, by command or without it.

Though, the truth is you have never looked more beautiful than the next time I set eyes on you.

Now you are thinking what my aim is with this letter, I know.

If learning to paint was your great challenge then perhaps this is mine.

My son, Artanáro.

I have not been truthful with you. He is not from a brief and tragic entanglement, which I suspect you already knew. I have seen the angle with which you look at him at times. He is not yours either, though I admit the resemblance cheers me to note. If we were to ever have brought forth a child I imagine he might look as Artanáro does. But no. The truth is his beginnings were in Angband and he was rescued in a raid of the outer encampment.

I know well how you feel about that. I ask you set aside the past.

You have thrived in freedom from our enemy, you have grown beyond the scars of your torment. I believe Artanáro is cut from the same cloth as you. How he reminds me of you! I have said before and will not repeat myself, but know I hold it as the truth.

Will you forgive me the deception? I’ll remind you now of your own deception on the events at Losgar! I warned you, did I not, that I would call in that debt at the opportune moment.

I cannot in truth say I want him to be my heir, should ill fate befall me. Not for any fault of his, but to save him the burden that is the governance of the Noldor. You know it well. He is so young. He chafes at my protectiveness just as we did with our fathers, thinking himself so much wiser than is known. Though he is indeed more worldly than I was at his age. Do not tell him this.

In fact, I charge you to burn this letter once read and let the truth shared live only in our minds. There are many with suspicions against his nature and none with as good a reason to listen to me as you. Those with me at the time are sworn to secrecy and he was so young, I do not know if he even recalls much of that time. I would have him recall none of it.

Do you think that is the kinder thing? Or would you want to remember?

Anyway, it is written. I have faced my challenge as bravely as you yours.

Reply with haste to the plans discussed if you must linger over this. But let me know too that your love for me is unchanged by this revelation.

Ever yours,

Finno

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Dearest Finno,

It was the bedsheet we slept in the night before. You wore it grandly as any cloak.

I forgive you. Of course I forgive you.

Ereinion he is and shall always be known. I promise his past is forgotten.

What became of that portrait? I suppose it is destroyed now, or burned.

I would correct it now, more practiced as I am with the dexterity of my hand. It would reflect more of your radiance. Your smile might be truer. The hair, darker. I did not mix a good brown for it, it was too pale.

You fidgeted and would not sit still - you say I commanded, but you were turning your head this way and that. You had that harp, ridiculous thing, too large for horseback and too small for composition. I would tear down the Iron Mountains to hear you play that infuriating tune once more. To think I tried to silence you then. If you were harsh with your comments on my artistry I can only call myself cruel for plucking that harp from your hands, for the string that snapped in the resulting struggle. You rewarded my cruelty, as you always did, with your affection, your lips drawn from song to play upon me instead. Always, you were too kind with my failures.

Your last request I cannot grant. You will forgive me for retaining this last fragment of you rather than relinquish it to the flames. You always forgive me. Despite how little I earn it.

I am sorry. I am so very sorry.

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1/3 of the Fellowship

The Dwarfs are very clearly inspired mainly from Old Norse, so that's the main reference for Gimli's dress. There's also some other influences, like some Bronze Age Mediterranean influences and Iron Age Eastern Europe.

To me Tolkien's elves are very high Middle Ages and Gothic, but for Sindar I mixed in plenty of Celtic and especially Irish influence, and based Legolas' dress heavily on Irish léine.

Boromir's dress I based on mostly Byzantine but also some Medieval Arabic influences as I did for Faramir.

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Feanor.

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@arlenianchronicles Thank you sooo much for the Maedhros and Fingon Eldritch AU doodle! Finrod paintingbombing is soo perfect XD. Funny thing is right after I sent you that request I got so inspired that I had to make my own so here it is with love Maedhros and Fingon in your AU 🌿🍃

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My favorite personalities: Tall, Singer, Hot, Angry, Looks like dad and Twins

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Maedhros by http://tim42875.lofter.com/

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Fell and fey

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just wanted to let you know seeing your rúmil post this morning helped me get through my very stressful morning <3

keep it up! your art is absolutely gorgeous and it always makes my day!

hello hello, and thank you so much!! 😭 funnily enough, i remember the exact day i received your ask and although it took a while to finish up my existing projects before i could get to responding (im so sorry for the delay!), i'm still extremely grateful you took the time to send it in, with such a sweet message attached as well 🥹 it's high praise to hear that my doodles had a positive effect, and i really hope you're doing even better now! seeing your reblogs always brings a smile to my face and i hope you have an amazing rest of your week ^^

i hope you don't mind, but i had to jump at this chance to draw your fingon (plus little chibis of the other nolofinweans too haha)!!! i had so much fun being able to study all the amazing details you put into their designs - i love their braids and makeup styles so much! all your character interpretations of the finweans are fabulous and distinct, plus your artstyle is so so so pretty ❤️ thank you kindly again, and i can't wait to see more of your art!!

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Feanor wants his father's attention in a way like...this