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a trip to Nova Scotia, a couple weeks ago. most tenacious fog i've ever experienced (undefeated Never Burns Away champion); most stunning lake, stream, and forest scapes sliding into view with (i'm not even exaggerating) every other turn on the road, which you'd just have to drive on past because the beauty was so mundane for NS, so typical, that your options were either to take it for granted or totally disrupt the two-lane traffic; and more involved, remarkably personal conversations with complete strangers than i've ever had in my life.

i stayed mostly coastal, so hopefully next time can get into some of that old growth forest.

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Mithrun drawn on apple notes last nov

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Reconciliation in Valinor

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just a little wip because it's too cold where I live and I had to make this about mithrun

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daydreaming

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maedhros 🤴

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maemags really has everything from brotherwifism through babadook hunting to the two licks of flame on my gas stove embracing one last time before i spill the salted pasta water on them

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anyone else following the internet roadtrip

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Speaking of the dark pleasures of psychological self-torture via your thirteen year olds, “[maglor] cherished them” is translated in the hungarian edition with the verb dédelget which is a word so strongly tied to motherhood that it’s a common misconception to assume it only refers to physical acts of tender care, like caressing, rocking etc a baby or pet or maybe your lover. In actuality it covers “cherish” quite well, so a very strong, nurturing and protective kind of love that is often associated with parental love. bonus linguistics points because one of its possible origins was thought to be the german dudeln -> dúdol (humming singing. Instead it’s coming from delicere most likely but i appreciate the irony). anyway official translators are out there pushing ao3’s momglor agenda

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Lord of Himring

The figure he was cutting against the grey stone of the surroundings was striking. His cloak was the same shade of red she was now getting used to, and looked voluminous and heavy with furs, covering his entire right side from shoulder to the sole of his boots, almost touching the ground. Plate armor he wore was mirror-bright and carried intricate designs, that her eyes could not distinguish from such a distance. His hair was laying atop his shoulders in waves, unbound and shockingly red, almost matching the color of the cloak in lowlights, yet streaked with grey in a way she never saw on an elf before. The copper circlet on his brow seemed to almost disappear in it as well, adding bright shine when it caught the light just right. His face was half hidden behind his hair, and Amina would later find it hard to remember his features, except for the intensity of his eyes, shining brighter even than his brother's, as if there was a roaring fire trapped inside them.

Had absolutely no spoons to deal with all the details, but here is an illustration for a something else i am working on. (He isn't the main figure of that story, but he is the main figure of the painting, so i thought it fitting for the week anyways-)

Day one of @feanorianweek

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the problem with "tumblr is dying add me on discord" is that posting on tumblr is like jovially walking down the street chatting to no one in particular and dming on discord is like having a sleepover conversation with one specific person both are good but theyre not substitutes

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aragorn is in hell <3