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I know I get on here and complain a lot but some of you get on here and complain a LOT a lot and it’s really exhausting
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Ooo, in case you haven’t drawn her already I’d love to see Miriel in your style! Or if not, then perhaps some of the other Fëanorian / related-to-Finwë ladies <3

Míriel (or at least how I see her <3)
it’s a shame we didn’t get to see much of her, I find her very interesting
also as I see from other requests people want to see more women and here I was drawing only men basically :D
I will draw and post the rest soon!
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I just found your account this is like finding a gold mine, your designs are fantastic 😭 💕! If your art request is still open, can u plz draw Beleg and Turin together? I love them so much! Your design for Turin is absolutely gorgeous!
Thank you so much!!! ;-; <3 I absolutely love them as well!! I love how Tolkien elevated the Kullervo myth by giving the Kullervo stand-in a tragic gay lover?? Visionary.

I'm not sure if I'm locked in for this as Beleg's design, but as with other Sindar elves, I took inspiration primarily from Celtic and especially Gaelic dress. Since this is the First Age, I did want to make it look more ancient than Third Age Sindar fashion and took some influence from ancient Greece.
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pls more gimli & legolas!!
As requested! At hindsight I didn't like my original Gimli design, so I wanted to anyway make a new design. I got very into detailing those metallic parts and shading them so I decided it would be a black and white drawing.

Anyway, here's a lil forehead kiss, as a treat.
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elwing bday gift from a friend, said friend doesn’t even go here but look at her !!!!!!!!!!!
@hopesfeathrs
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Acropoli di Atene
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tibetan inspired fingon wearing a pulu chuba, jade, turquoise, and amber jewelry, a red wool hair accessory, and his golden braids.
my other practices: pasifika círdan | kyrgyz dís
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@arwenindomiel, for the prompt "oaths" I chose to do a bride Celebrian, ready to bind herself to Elrond forever ( i'm not jealous).
I took inspiration from this . Thanks again @valar-did-me-wrong for the link
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Perseus and Andromeda
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Tolkien themed pendants painted with underglaze on clay
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They are talking about Maedhros. c. FA 6
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Realms of Men 2026 | A Middle-Earth Monthly Calendar
May · Umbar was a realm at the Bay of Belfalas, south of Gondor. First established by Númenóreans, it was later inhabited by the Corsairs, who used large fleets of great ships to attack the North.
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A perfect double drabble for day 6 of @russingon-week, for the prompt "fantasy/ghost sex". Under the cut for explicit content.
He is more alive than Maedhros. His skin warm and smooth and all unmarred — even the long-healed scars of orc-fights and frostbite erased, only the pampered plumpness of the laughing prince of Aman. Maedhros never truly saw that prince again; and over time he learned not to mourn him. But now—
Now it is the boy-cousin of his youth who comes to him in the dead of night, and settles his weight atop him; and he whispers long-unheard Quenya into Maedhros’ ear, and his dark braids smell like the jasmine oil hawked only on the streets of Tirion. His movements, when he presses into Maedhros, are slow and tender and almost a little fumbling, as they were at the beginning, and he laughs shyly when Maedhros dares to bite his neck. Maedhros does not know if they had ever even seen each other bleed, before Alqualondë.
Inside Maedhros, he does not last very long at all — collapses, shaking and sweaty, onto Maedhros’ chest long before he has reached any of his own fruition. And when Maedhros reaches out to grasp those sweet-smelling braids, they crumble into ash in his hands. Better this way — it is not he whom Maedhros mourns.
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