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it never ends.

same, Captain, same.

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fic update.

for my three readers, chapter 59 of a thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves is up on ao3.

( art below is also by me)

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just because.

have a lovely week, gang.

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i'm slow.

and dumb. posted my spice week fic within the community, but did I post it on my own blog? noooo. must be the summer. or not enough coffee. or staring at elendil gifs

aanyway, it's on ao3 as well.

he bends his breath around my name.

art for fic coming soon.

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hello monday my old friend.

im having deja vus again...

also, narrator voice: 'the problem, in fact, did not go away' .

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hello news?

So... Anárion finally? I can totally see it, a kind friend posted a side by side of Andrew and Maxim:

As he said, it's the nose.

What do you guys think?

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not dead yet.

just... this.

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it's not a competition.

ladies, ladies, please... continue ( to quote another brilliant show).

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happy monday, númenor

here is our motivational message for the week.

enjoy.

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final art for numenorweek.

i'd like to thank @numenorweek for having the opportunity to create art for the days of the event. there was an incredible array of writing and art showcased and i feel honored to be part of it in my small ways. we shall finish with the King in Exile, Elendil, High King of Arnor and Gondor:

It is said that the towers of Emyn Beraid were not built indeed by the Exiles of Númenor, but were raised by Gilgalad for Elendil, his friend; and the Seeing Stone of Emyn Beraid was set in Elostirion, the tallest of the towers. Thither Elendil would repair, and thence he would gaze out over the sundering seas, when the yearning of exile was upon him… (The Silmarillion, Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age)

Thank you all, again.

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yes, art.

@numenorweek, two sides of the Downfall: Zigur, the King's counsellor// Nimloth's last gleaming. Imagine one looking at the other.

"Yet such was the cunning of his mind and mouth, and the strength of his hidden will, that ere three years had passed he had become closest to the secret counsels of the King; for flattery sweet as honey was ever on his tongue, and knowledge he had of many things yet unrevealed to Men."

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cannot stop arting.

@numenorweek inspirations keep hitting my brain.

For Pharazôn son of Gimilkhâd had become a man yet more restless and eager for wealth and power than his father. He had fared often abroad, as a leader in the wars that the Númenóreans made then in the coastlands of Middle-earth, seeking to extend their dominion over Men; and thus he had won great renown as a captain both by land and by sea.

(Music inspo: Riding the Waves, Afro-Celt Sound System)

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art keeps arting.

@numenorweek day 4: the faithful.

portrait of Elendil.

2. Nísimaldar : the country around the haven of Eldalondë on Númenor's western coast, the only place in Númenor where the mallorn trees brought from Tol Eressëa grew, and it was from the stock of these that the Golden Wood of Lórien came. Many other trees grew in this land, all of them gifts from the Eldar.

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happy thirstday, númenor!

don't be. enjoy.

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chapter 57.

for the exactly 3 people who are reading it, the chapter of my fic, "a thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves", where there is light spycraft, lots of traveling, cats and dogs and (so sorry) geology as foreplay, is posted on AO3.

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more art.

third day of @numenorweek.

emerwen aranel, the shepherd princess.

At all events, suitors for Ancalimë’s hand soon began to appear in Emerië, and not only because of the change in her position, for the fame of her beauty, of her aloofness and disdain, and of the strangeness of her upbringing had run through the land. In that time the people began to speak of her as Emerwen Aranel, the Princess Shepherdess. To escape from importunity Ancalimë, aided by the old woman Zamîn, went into hiding at a farm on the borders of the lands of Hallatan of Hyarastorni, where she lived for a time the life of a shepherdess.

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bewildered.

for many reasons.nothing beats bewildered Captain though. happy wednesday, darlings.