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September 2, 1973 professor Tolkien passed into the West.

Today we take a moment to honor his life in the legacy that he left behind. Without him we would not have the vibrant, amazing community we have today.

Thank you Professor, for everything. ❤️ Hail the victorious dead.

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Any kinks?

eternal devotion.

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King, Lionheart, Spymaster

My second art for @tolkienrsb 2025, slide 135! Embroidery on linen.

King, Lionheart, Spymaster – the Lord of Imladris, his valiant golden knight, and his faithful and ruthless shadow.

I designed and embroidered these heraldries for all three of them - flower & sword for Glorfindel, star & dagger for Erestor, and harp, star-crown, and lavender for Elrond.

The fic for this was written by the amazing @cloudyhymns and will be revealed September 6 (link to follow) - I cannot wait to read it!

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May Queen

My first art for @tolkienrsb 2025, slide 144! Glass paint in the style of stained glass windows.

Elrond, herald and favored knight of King Gil-galad, and the king’s wife, Queen Celebrían, fall in love. Overwhelmed with guilt they try to hide their feelings, but Gil-galad sees through them and encourages their blossoming love.

Claimed by the lovely @between-thepages, whose fic for this wil be revealed September 6 (Link to follow) - I hope you're as excited as I am!!!

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Slide #89, very creatively titled "Eyes"

I made a linocut of a slutty eldritch Sauron for TRSB and I'm so exited to read what @esmerod has written for it once reveals are happening! The snippets I've already read and little bits of info I got from them were absolutely delicious!

Alternate versions and WIPs under the cut

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"Heavy is the Head" (slide #46) for this year's TRSB! The fic to go along with it will be by @lendmyboyfriendahand and I'm so exited to read it!

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whoops, glorestor happened

The ship dynamic of "I love you but I will always choose the world over you. I love you but my conscience binds me to the greater good in a way I can never escape. I love you but I would sacrifice you to save the world if I had to, even though it would kill me and I would never forgive myself. I love you and a part of me wishes that I could be the kind of person who would sacrifice everything for you. But I'm not, and I never will be, and if you're going to love me I need you to understand that."

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Of Flowers and Fealty

I could not get this post out of my mind, so... Glorestor be upon ye!

Erestor looked at the flowers for a long moment, his hands brushing against Glorfindel’s where his fingers were wrapped around their stems, neither taking nor refusing them, before lifting his dark eyes, hard as obsidian, to meet Glorfindel’s. “You must know that I feel the same attraction you speak of,” he said, his voice carefully measured. “But there are other considerations to make ere I can accept your courtship.” Glorfindel inclined his head, waiting. “Tell me, Glorfindel,” Erestor continued, unwaveringly stern. “If I were your lover, your spouse, and by some circumstance you were forced to choose between our Lord’s life and mine – where would your choice fall?” Ah. So that was what it came down to. Glorfindel could not fault him the question, but neither could he bring himself to look up at the one he loved, lest he be tempted to console him with a pretty lie; he owed Erestor the truth, if nothing else. “I would choose Elrond,” he said quietly, resigned. “I would choose the one to whom I have sworn my sword and my fealty.” He waited, silently, for the warmth of Erestor’s hands against his to vanish along with any love he might have had for him, but instead gentle fingers brushed against his cheek and tilted his head up, and when he met Erestor’s eyes he found them warm and approving. “I am glad,” he said, “for such would be my choice also, now and always, and I would not give my heart to one who does not understand that my loyalty belongs to another, nor permit you to falter in your service to him for love of me.” Ere Glorfindel could say anything Erestor raised the flowers to his lips and kissed them. “I accept your courtship, Glorfindel of the Golden Flower.”

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The ship dynamic of "I love you but I will always choose the world over you. I love you but my conscience binds me to the greater good in a way I can never escape. I love you but I would sacrifice you to save the world if I had to, even though it would kill me and I would never forgive myself. I love you and a part of me wishes that I could be the kind of person who would sacrifice everything for you. But I'm not, and I never will be, and if you're going to love me I need you to understand that."

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Elrond and Celebrimbor’s first meeting must’ve been insane. Everywhere he goes, people look at Elrond with barely veiled pity. He gave up ages ago on trying to explain to them that, no, his childhood really wasn’t that bad. They would stare at him in bafflement and then shake their heads sadly, because how the bloodthirsty sons of Fëanor possibly be the loving fathers he described? But then he meets Tyelpe, and finally he has someone who understands. Because those loving fathers Elrond talks about? Those are Tyelpe’s uncles. The real ones, that he knew in Valinor. The uncles who braided his hair, and sang him to sleep, and played with him. Not the shades they’d become by the end, twisted by the Oath and grief and their own bloodstained hands. Tyelpe wants to cry because he thought he’d lost those uncles forever. At times he felt like he must have been imagining them. How could his kind and cheerful Uncle Nelyo be the monster who slaughtered the people of Doriath? How could Uncle Laurë, who wrote a song for him every year on his birthday, have led the attack of Sirion? But then Elrond comes along and he brings all these stories of his fathers, and Celebrimbor regains a tiny piece of those beloved uncles.

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Losing Religion (So I Can Find You)

I’ve called myself pious, I’ve sung on my knees | But I’d change my tune soon as you call for me

This love has a freedom that God’s sorely lacks | I’m losing religion so at the end I can find you

I need to see perfect, pious golden Glorfindel fall from grace <3 The sweet, well-behaved Vanya struggling with forbidden desire, giving in to temptation… 

Quotes are from the song Won’t Look Back

Created for Scribbles & Drabbles 2025

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The first rule of being doomed is to have fun and be yourself

Roasting marshmallows over the burning swan ships - whose idea was it? Who joined in eagerly and who hesitated? Did the marshmallows turn out well?

(Maybe Amrod’s marshmallow fell into the fire and burned, instead of him? Or maybe he actually burns, idk)

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Road Trip

The Fëanorians go on a road trip! 7 kids and a dog in an old rusty van - what could possibly go wrong?

This was mostly inspired by the song The Lady of the Map, which has just such Fëanor vibes

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PROPAGANDA

Agatha Heterodyne:

The main character mad scientist in a comic full of them

She's the titular Girl Genius, which is a good start. In the comic, mad science is genetic and called the Spark; she's the latest in a long line of of powerful, mostly evil Sparks who terrorized Europa for centuries, until her father and uncle became heroes instead. She's a bit in between the two extremes. Some of her greatest hits include: building a small army of self-replicating robots, briefly killing one of her romantic interests in order to cure him of a terminal illness (he thought it was a brilliant idea), repeating the procedure on herself, nearly blowing up after glimpsing the fabric of the universe, repairing the sentient castle at the heart of her town, frequently having to shuffle around brains that end up in the wrong body (they are usually happier afterwards), building a giant robot in order to ask the Godqueen of England to dance, and making coffee. At this time in the comic, she recently rescued her town from being frozen in time and is working to kill a horror from another dimension.

GLaDOS:

I LOVE GLaDOS. Such a well written and funny and interesting character. And Portal 2 is one of the best games of all time. If you haven't played it, go do that.

Never has a womans consciousness inside a robot had so much beef with a mute test subject before.

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It’s rotten work. – Not to me. Not if it’s you.

Elrond/Erestor hurt/comfort <3

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Snippet Sunday

Thank you so much for tagging me @beatles4ever65! Most of what I'm currently working on is for TRSB, so have a slightly older snippet from the upcoming chapter of my Ancient Rome AU (that I will post someday, I promise!!!)

“Glorfindel,” Elrond said softly, clasping Glorfindel’s hand in both of his. “Ai, my friend, I am glad beyond words that you are mine now, mine to care for and mine to protect; and yet it grieves me that I cannot give you the true freedom you long for.” “Not unless Turgon dies,” Erestor said, with a glance at the contract. “No,” Glorfindel said, catching his meaning immediately, his heart growing cold with fear at the thought. “No, Erestor, you must not…” “Glorfindel is right,” Elrond said. “It is far too dangerous, and besides, I mislike the idea of resorting to the very methods we oppose.” Erestor inclined his head. “As you say,” he replied. “But even so, he is not immortal.” He met Glorfindel’s gaze. “Do not give up your hope of freedom just yet.” “I will not,” Glorfindel promised, and found he truly meant it. “But even so you have given me more that I had dared to hope for.” With a shaky smile he turned to Elrond. “There is none I would belong to rather than you, if indeed I cannot be free,” he said softly. “And even were I free, it would still be my honour to serve and protect you, for the kindness you have borne me and the kindness you bear all those whom the world bears too little.” “I am glad,” Elrond said and embraced him, and Glorfindel felt himself weep in the comfort of his arms. “Welcome home, Glorfindel,” Elrond whispered.

tagging whoever would like to share something!!!

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Scribbles & Drabble 2025 Art Dump 1/2

Once again I have arrived with an art dump <3

"Beginning of one great Social Blunder" (Elrond and others, 4th Age Valinor) -> fic links incoming

"Heatwave" (Elrond,Erestor and Glorfindel, 2nd Age Imladris) ->

"Fairy Eggs" (Imladris, some AU I made up) ->

 "Who run(s) the World House" ( the servants of lord Elrond, Second Age Imladris) ->

"When all else fails" (Elrond and guest(s), AU where Elrond is a huge snelf (snake elf)) ->

"Choose your own Adventure uwu / Bridge review" ( Glorfindel and Erestor, Modern AU (think somewhere between 1990-2010) choose your own adventure ) ->