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Y'ALL THIS TIERTICE ART?? i'm obsesseddd, it looks so GOOD!!! i got this commissioned from attacus.moth on instagram. if you're looking to get a character commissioned, 100% recommend them. they were so sweet and fun to work with, and this art looks SO GOOD :DDD

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I 100% adore the Lord of the Rings movies, but the fact is that the Arwen-Is-Dying-Because-Ring-Magic plotline makes zero sense by the lore (if I’m wrong please correct me I’d love to learn). Don’t get me wrong, it works great for the movie, brilliant, in fact, but it doesn’t really make much sense in book logic. Why would Arwen’s fate be tied to the Ring? If she’s mortal now she can’t Fade, and if she’s still Elvish there’s no reason why it should affect her more than anyone else.

BUT, I was watching the extended scene where Aragorn looks into the Palantir and Sauron speaks to him in Black Speech and shows him pictures of a dead Arwen and smashes the Evenstar (Which is a whole other The-Books-Call-Bullshit shebang), and I came up with my own in-universe explanation.

Sauron: *Chilling in Mordor*

An Orc of some kind: My Lord Mairon (Because THAT is what they would call him), the spies have come back from Rivendell.

Sauron: Show me.

Magic Evil Spy: *Shows Sauron the image of a mortal man of the race of Numenor making out with an Elf lady who looks suspiciously familiar…*

Sauron: OH HELL NO!

Evil Spy: Indeed, Master. The Heir of Isildur lives.

Sauron: Get rid of her, now.

Evil Spy: Right away, Mast- her?

Sauron: Yes! Yes yes yes, I don’t care what it takes, get her out of here.

Evil Spy: My Lord, but surely, Isildur’s heir-?

Sauron: Do not harm that man, you hear me? Do not lay a finger on him until she is taken care of.

Evil Spy:

Evil Spy: Are you sure-?

Sauron: Was there a dog?

Spy: A dog, Master?

Sauron: Yes, yes, a dog, a big one.

Spy: Not that I could see, no.

Sauron: Oh well thank Eru for that, at least.

Spy: Are you feeling ill, Master?

Sauron: No, and I’d like to keep it that way. Arwen annihilation is priority number one, ok? And don’t you lay a finger on her man until I say so, got it?

Spy: Alright then…

Sauron, still looking at the image: HE’S GOT THE RING OF FELAGUND!!!

Spy:

Sauron: KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER RIGHT NOW!

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I can only imagine the look on Morgoth‘s and Sauron‘s faces when they heard that the granddaughter of Lúthien just married the great grandson of Fingolfin.

Like, they must have been trembling in that fortress of theirs.

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ltr about to cry while reading this, Wylie how many times do i have to say YOU DONT DESERVE THIS 😭😭

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*Somewhere in Tirion*

Fingon, staring dreamily in the distance: I only draw pictures of beautiful things. Feanor: *sweatdropping* Your entire sketching pad is full of portraits of my son. Fingon: Did I stutter?

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The ships burn and Fingolfin hates.

…the ships keep burning and Fingolfin fears.

Mad cackling can almost be heard a continent away and he can’t figure out whose it is: Morgoth’s, or his brother’s.

In either case, he knows the people Fëanor has just taken to the other side, Fingolfin’s dear nephews most of all, are in great danger. He knows his brother. And he knows what happens to the people around him when his passion meets rage in a merciless, all-consuming flame.

No one deserves to be in that line of fire.

So when his children and remaining nephews and niece cry out their betrayal and curse their uncle and cousins, he turns a firm eye to them.

“If I’d commanded it, would you not have done the same?”

They begin to shake their heads, and he frowns.

“Do not lie to me, children.”

They turn away. Fingon’s relief at his father’s words breaks his heart, his eldest should know he cares deeply for Fëanor’s sons. Surely? Has he become so distant? Would any of them have confided in him earlier if he’d just opened his arms a little more-

No use in what ifs.

He turns back to the burning ships and sends a small prayer to whoever might still listen to keep his nephews safe. Fëanor is gone, mind shattered with his father’s death, and he’s dragging his children down with him to ash and blood and ruin. They just have to survive long enough for Fingolfin to arrive. He’ll talk sense into his brother, he’s the only one who can. He’ll get the children their father back and fix all of this, pride be damned.

The Helcaraxë is the only option. His nine children spit venom at their half uncle, but no longer complain of their cousins. A year following him into this hellscape, a year of leaving the weakest to the blizzards lest everyone freeze yet refusing to turn back, has shown them exactly what they’d have done were the positions reversed.

It’s a sobering thought. He wonders what he’s done to deserve such dogged loyalty.

Wonders when he started taking advantage of the same things he hated and admired most about his brother.

Time passes. He wakes one day to a coldness in his fëa and sends another desperate prayer. A bad feeling takes route that grows day by day, fear and a strange fire dancing in his periphery urging him and his people on.

Time is running out Nolofinwë.

Ice slowly gives way to solid rock, then slush, then grass and he arrives at Mithrim in relief, all but running to the fortress, only to see little Makalaurë greeting his host. Eyes hardened, crowned in silver, heavy shoulders draped in a frayed red cloak-

And he knows it’s far, far too late.

Agony and despair are hidden behind a stony mask that he sees right through but can no longer reach. His open arms greeted with caution. Watching. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. His kind words with narrowed eyes, all but daring pity, and Fingolfin could weep.

There’s no reconciliation that can prove his love, his understanding, now.

Fëanor is gone.

His children are being consumed in the blaze left behind.

…and Fingolfin doesn’t know how to fix this.

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Yeah yeah beauty of Melian this, beauty of Lúthien that, but Eärendil is also said to be exceedingly beautiful in canon, so like, Elrond must be among the *h o t t e s t* motherfucker to ever walk Middle Earth

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After braiding practice

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we were robbed of this interaction. kenric is so iconic, literally the best councillor, prove me wrong. the fact he knows he can do this type of stuff and won’t get in trouble for it is so amazing- he has councilor bronte annoying rights. so much respect for kenric. rest in peace kenric.

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That look… he‘s head over heals

VAMPIRE KORALIE VAMPIRE KORALIE (TW slight blood)

Zooms under cut

taglist: @stunning-mess (if you wanna be added lmk)

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Some things don’t change … Like how I keep coming back to the Maedros-Elrond feels loll

Anyways, I was originally planning to just stick with one of these, but then I decided to go with both! The second panel is a redraw of another painting series from my Maedros Lives!AU. Maedros’ expression was a tough one to pin down even though I had it clear in my head, so I’ll just have to keep practicing!

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seasons greetings from the forest of Doriath

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elrond through the ages based on one glorious panel from chapter 95 of Black Butler (hopefully i got that right....). in the context of this sequence, i always thought it was sad to think abt how many people elrond has lost throughout his life alongside how remarkable he is to remain "as kind as summer" still by the time the hobbit rolls around 🥺

i redrew elrond's poses based on ciel's in the original panels BUT i forgot what page exactly the original panel sequence is... however!! if you scroll down to the middle half of this blog post you can find the original reference pic :D warning that it includes heavy spoilers for the black butler manga so u could just alternatively google 'ciel phantomhive running' and it'd probably be one of the first results that pop up haha

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Kidnap fam headcanon

Hc that Maglor is very good at telling horror stories. He's a minstrel, a performer, basically an actor. He used to scare his brothers to sleep back in Aman. 

Maedhros mentions this offhandedly to Elrond and Elros, and of course they start pestering Maglor for a scary story. Maglor indulges them. 

The thing is, horror stories that post-Sirion Maglor would come up with are slightly different from the ones he told in Aman. It's the kind of stories that would make Ungoliant shit herself. 

And considering Maglor’s acting abilities, the way he hisses like a wraith and laughs like a maniac, the way his creepy whispers echo down the halls of their half-empty fortress… When the night comes, the twins are suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. 

There are strange noises in the dark, the furniture creaking, the shadows moving… 

They end up hiding under Maedhros’s bed.

Maedhros, with his warrior instincts, notices them, of course, but suddenly remembers that, many hundred years ago in a land long gone, he used to have a sense of humor. 

So Maglor is woken in the middle of the night by the feeling of his brother standing right next to his bed. 

Maedhros, in a very uncharacteristic frightened voice: Kano, there’s… there’s a monster under my bed.

Maglor, half-asleep: Huh?

Maedhros: Two of them, actually.

*proceeds to laugh like a madman at his own joke while Maglor just sits there blinking sleepily like a very confused owl*

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Sophie is Prentice‘s daughter but this time she finds out early on.

That moment when she and Tiergan walk through the human world and when they talk about Prentice and Sophie says „He‘s my father isn’t he?“ (Or something along the lines of that, I don’t remember exactly what she said)

But this time he doesn’t immediately deny it, instead he gets unsure, and she takes it as confirmation, and eventually gets a confession from him.

So now she knows, she knows before she gets super close with anyone.

Before she trusts Alden to a fault.

Before she gets adopted.

Before anything happens with the council.

And it changes everything.

She pushes Tiergan for more information, anyone really, and eventually finds out about the mind break.

Now she‘s not as close with Alden yet, and the knowledge that he practically killed someone, who just so happens to be her biological father, who sacrificed himself that she’d be safe, shatters that trust.

This time there is no sweet little innocent girl.

This time there is a child of a rebel, who knows who she is, and starts hating the council early on.

The first book would be rather similar, only that she’d probably not be as close with the Vackers.

However, this completely screws up the second book.

Sophie is reluctant to go to Exile with Alden, but in the back of her mind there is Prentice, knowing he‘s there, so she goes.

The rest happens the same, they break Fintan‘s mind, she finds the safe spot and Alden get‘s hurt.

Then when the scene with Prentice comes up, when she finally sees him, something inside her just snaps.

Seeing him lay there, knowing he was her father, knowing he had sacrificed it all, his sanity, his life, to keep her safe, sets a burning hatred for the Council ablaze within her and changes the future for good.

She goes into his mine, sees the destruction, get‘s the phrase.

But this time she tells him who she is, she say‘s she‘s the moonlark and she’ll come back from him, and he knows she will.

They go back to the lost cities, time passes, she sees Wylie for the first time on stage, knowing that‘s her half brother.

And then Alden‘s mind breaks, she does heal him eventually, because she wants to be better than him, but doesn’t feel as guilty or bad as she did in the original.

More time passes, the third book rolls around, comes and goes without much difference.

But then, when they go join Black Swan things change drastically.

At this point I don’t think she‘s as close with Fitz as she was in the books, though I still think her and Biana got along.

In this version I‘m not sure if Fitz will come along, him and Sophie aren’t cognates here, they’re friends, but nothing more.

Biana however does, being the first in her family to rebel.

I‘m unsure if Della would come along in this one so I‘ll leave that one open.

When they arrive Sophie and her friend’s get sworn in and everything goes as it does in the original version.

This time however, Sophie pushes for them to go break out Prentice, she‘s been training, she still had her Infliction lesson‘s with Bronte, and she still has a good relationship with Oralie and Kenric, but now that he‘s dead and Alina is at his place her relationship with the council is vastly different.

I do think she‘d get along with Oralie, Bronte and Terik, as in the original, but I don’t think she‘d care greatly for the rest at this point.

When it finally happens and they go rescue Prentice, she‘s much more determined, and much more willing to take risks.

When the council catches them she shamelessly uses the cache, prepared to actually use it.

And when they get banished it turns into the first step that pushes her towards true rebellion.

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I'm choosing to believe that when Mirdania reaches Mandos, she's immediately surrounded by six tall and variously terrifying Elf-lords all clamouring about her like "Oh shit, here she is!" "Are you all right?" "You must know that wasn't Celebrimbor who did that, don't you?" "Yes, he's as gentle as a lamb, our Celebrimbor, he'd never hurt you." "You're his favourite apprentice - almost a daughter to him!" "That means you're practically family!!"

Mirdania suddenly finds herself with an honorary grandfather and five honorary great-uncles. It's sweet and mildly petrifying at the same time.