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I'm reading the Lord of the Rings again (almost finished) and I wanted to draw Legolas with the seagulls... ❣️

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Happy 32nd birthday to my sibling @awesomepaste who requested Boromir and Faramir being happy for their birthday present. And why shouldn't they get to be happy?

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I was tagged ages ago by @slightnettles and @bywayofmemory (on my main) to list the first line of each of my last 10 posted fics and see if there’s a pattern—thank you both! I'll limit this to my Tolkien fics since that's what y'all are here for.

Faramir watches as the sea draws back and the bays are scraped bare of water. (Like a Wave That Should Engulf the World, Faramir/Éowyn)

The Hunt passed over the plains and hills of Beleriand, roving far beneath shadow and starlight, and the sound of their approach was as thunder echoing in the deep hills, striking fear into the hearts of all who heard, and the cry of the Valaróma at their head was as lightning piercing the deeps of the night. (As Thunder Echoing in the Deep Hills, Oromë)

The things of the forest and hills crept back to Nargothrond, in time, when the reek of the dragon had lessened and the horror of his memory had become a memory itself. (As Watchful as Any Living Thing)

Though the many towers of Ilmarin stood crowned with golden domes, catching the light of the rising sun on their facets, the Tower of Varda stood open to the sky. (Beneath the Innumerable Stars, Findis & Ilmarë)

“Come, come!” Nessa cried to her maidens. (In a Noon of Gold, Nessa & Vána)

Celegorm knew death: He knew it as the long-limbed beast that kept pace with the Hunt, running amongst the hounds and horses, present at every death and whispered prayer to Oromë, guiding away those chosen as sacrifices. (A Familiar Thing Made Foreign, Celegorm)

Belladonna peered at the trees around her, certain she had passed them before—yes, there was the gnarled, squat one with moss draping down like the tangled grey beard of an old man, and there was the slim, lissom one bent like dancing lady, and the tall, stately one tangled in her branches was her grave partner in their ageless dance. (Crowned with Lilies Fair, Belladonna & Goldberry)

Aredhel strayed deeper into the forest, bewitched by the faint thrum of its heartbeat, so like to her own, a wildness wholly untamed by axe or hand, and the forest beckoned her further into its heart, offering her glimpses of dark pools of water hidden in the hollows of tree roots, glimmering with darkling beauty, and of glades untouched by any hand, strewn with pale flowers like fallen stars. (In the Darkling Woods, Aredhel)

Finrod stood in the dark of his cell, searching. (Shadow-song, Finrod & Sauron)

The night was silent apart from the footfalls of the Fellowship as they followed the path Aragorn marked for them in the dark. (On These Hither Shores, Frodo & Boromir)

Ignoring the over-representation of lengthy sentences due to all the 3SF fics here, I tend to start with description rather than dialogue, with a balance of scene setting and in media res. Lots of focus on the environment, but that's pretty typical of my writing.

Tagging @starry-mantle @dreamingthroughthenoise @grey-gazania if you haven't done this recently and would like to!

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I just spotted this parallel for the first time! Nothing too amazing, just thought it was neat :)

I was always aware that Tolkien pointed out how Frodo was "following Bilbo," but I never noticed that they took literally the same path

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Galadriel

by the Brothers Hildebrandt

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Not-Yet-Written Fics Game

Thanks for tagging me @hobbitwrangler! 💛 Here's some of the ideas I've been turning over in my head:

Faramir & Arwen and the grief of loving someone whose life is much shorter: Arwen glimpses her coming grief as she witnesses Faramir's grief over Éowyn's death.

Finrod & Frodo and failed tasks: Finrod and Frodo meet in Aman, feat. lots of parallels between their failed attempts at defeating Sauron.

Nerdanel & Finrod and sculpture: Under Nerdanel's tutelage, Finrod learns the art of carving and sculpture that he will later use when helping shape Nargothrond.

Faramir dreams of fire: In the days before the siege of Minas Tirith, Faramir is plagued by dreams of fire. The dreams do not leave after the war is won.

Éowyn dreams of great deeds: Éowyn listens to a bard sing of the valor of a shieldmaiden of old and dreams of greatness.

Celebrían the scholar: Celebrían, noted scholar of natural history, fills Rivendell's libraries with her research.

Tagging @grey-gazania @dreamingthroughthenoise @sallysavestheday @slightnettles @thescrapwitch if you have some unwritten fics you'd like to share!

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@ebonywarriorLLC on twitter was kind enough to let me use one of his photos of his cosplay progress for a reference image in a BEREGOND painting so finally here is Beregond and!! My finalised design for the citadel guard’s armour and mithril helms

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@fandomaestheticnet gtktm: favorite book » The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien ‘But last night I told you of Sauron the Great, the Dark Lord. The rumours that you have heard are true: he has indeed arisen again and left his hold in Mirkwood and returned to his ancient fastness in the Dark Tower of Mordor. That name even you hobbits have heard of, like a shadow on the borders of old stories. Always after a defeat and a respite, the Shadow takes another shape and grows again.’ ‘I wish it need not have happened in my time,’ said Frodo. ‘So do I,’ said Gandalf, ‘and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.’

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“Await us there, my brother - and me.”

Beyond everything else I've ever thought about this line, one of Andreth's grievances is that Men know death and Elves do not (not "really"), and it struck me just now how Finrod is saying yes you will die, but so will Aegnor. So will I. You are speaking with someone who knows they will die as surely as you do.

And even so, he speaks this last line with such love. He truly wants to see Andreth again, even if only in death before she moves on. He wants his brother to see her again.

I just... 😭🥺

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One thing I love about the Silmarillion is that because it’s so massive, its fans have to specialize.

Like I love everything but my Silm major is in Finrod studies, with a minor in obscure background characters.

Reblog this post with your Silmarillion “speciality,”

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Okay anyway .

Hi it’s me!! Archi!! I accidentally deleted my blog. I used to be curufiin, i’m still curufiin. please follow me again please please please LOL

As proof here’s my art <3

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day with papa

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the hottest thing a hero can do is be completely doomed from the start & know it & keep going <3

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Tolkien of Colour Week: 29 July to 4 August 2024

Prompts to be announced. The tag is #tocweek2024

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Throwback Thursday

summoned by the lovely @sallysavestheday. Here's a throwback to Elrond the poet, Elrond the besotted, Elrond who comes home, at last.

On this day, a day he had not dared dream in his long winter, Elrond finds himself in Celebrían’s home. She had not waited for him upon the docks of Tol Eressëa with Elwing, nor welcomed him with fresh bread and sweet water beside Idril. He stands now in Celebrían’s small house, a green-roofed cabin between the trunks of ancient trees. All windows and doors are open wide as if inviting any beast of the wood to dwell as a guest here. There are few things but the house does not feel empty. A neatly folded piece of paper sits on the small table in the only room. It is for him, Elrond knows. Winters and summers Will come and go but      You will come to me. The world shall change And the roads curve but      You will come to me. None shall remember The people we were but      You will come to me. Tho Tilion descends With Arien from the skies      You will come to me. His hands shake by the time he reads the last verse. And when he looks up from the paper, she stands there watching him, renewed and more beautiful than in any of Elrond’s memories. I have no poem for you, he wants to say but does not dare speak, afraid that he shall shatter this moment and never regain it again. ‘I knew you would come to me,’ his beloved says and spreads her arms wide. Elrond lets his heart open and be slowly filled with wonder and delight as he steps forward to fall into Celebrían’s embrace. They do not need words for this.

For more Celrond poetry: filled with wonder and delight

@polutrope @elentarial @eilinelsghost if you'd like, give a snippet of something that's been standing on the shelves

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Boromir and Éowyn by Catherine Chmiel

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These staves he spoke, yet he laughed as he said them. For once more lust of battle was on him; and he was still unscathed, and he was young, and he was king: the lord of a fell people.

part 2, lotr quotes