#beren

[autistook]

If the love I find isn't like this I don't want it

[adwendoodles]

Animatic of the English version of Luthien's Lullaby from the Lay of Leithian musical!

For now, it shall remain unfinished due to the program I was using constantly crashing and just... making it extremely stressful to continue work on it. I hope you are all able to more or less understand my sketches and enjoy it as it is. I had a lot of fun working on it so maybe someday, with a better animation program, I can try and finish it.

Thanks again to @sewn-with-lilies-fair for letting me use her commission of this song for my animatic.

Ko-Fi Youtube (It has other silm animatics)

[chechula]

I wanted to draw Beren that would fit my wild Luthien design ♥

My sis said they look like a couple from Josei manga, and she now wants me to draw the whole comic. I am tempted to do so...

[sillymarillion-comics]

Sorry everyone but this is how i headcanon Huan from now on, idc...

[aotearoa20]

Beren: Don't kill me, I have a wife!

Sauron: You think I care about that?

Beren: Huh? Oh no no no, this isn't a plea for mercy. It's a warning.

Sauron: Wha-

Lúthien: (busting in with a dog and a can-do attitude) ARE YOU READY TO DIE?!

[prymaraa]

Ah yes. Me. My elf girlfriend. And her 6ft tall magical dog.

[glorf1ndel]

Pick a guy that just really loves his wife!

[lenok993]

here we go again

[istaricelebelasse]

Elves being able to see a whole spectrum of colours that mortals can’t.

Elves wearing the gaudiest possible colour combinations… that just look white to mortals.

Beren genuinely not understanding a conversation he overhears between Finrod and Celegorm about gaudy colours and clashing clothes because to him they are just wearing white. Plain white. And ok maybe the jewellery is a little excessive but also not the worst he’s seen on Finrod (there’s no nauglamir for one).

Tuor repeatedly being assured that Gondolin is actually quite bright and colourful, it just looks like everything is white to him. He doesn’t understand it, but he accepts it. Especially when Idril starts wearing more colours he can see.

Arwen taking advantage of this same thing Ages of the world later to wear the Most Hideous Outfits possible and watch the elven ambassadors squirm.

[akzgaj]

Luthien.

[samrappillustrations]

My “Couples of Middle Earth” illustration series! Which couple is your favorite??

[fflewddur-feanorion]

[aureentuluva70]

Something something about how Beren and Luthien's burial place being a mystery reflects their fate as mortals not being bound to the world: No one really knows where they went.

[thelien-art]

December; the 22

Yule day 2: Luthien and Beren

Where can Luthien´s sigil be found?

Happy winter solstice day!

Okay so I kinda forgot what day it is so there´s a unicorn version as well as a bonfire version

Mistletoe; Mistletoe represents romance, fertility, and vitality, and let´s not forget it´s a poisoned plant, although Celtic druids did use it for healing properties and decorations

Holly; Hollies were also used by druids as a symbol for fertility and eternal life and thought of to have magical powers - whereas when Christianity adopted the tree the leaves symbolised Christ's thorn crown and the berries his blood

Bonfire version;

[an-eldritch-peredhel]

You are the daughter of an angelic faerie and an elven king. You have grown up inside the only magical safe-haven of an increasingly apocalyptic land outside. You have wanted for nothing, essentially leading the perfect life, suffering and death playing little role beyond the abstract. Your father will never die, and your mother will never leave, but for tradition you are still crown princess and are educated as such. You love to dance and to sing.

You meet some kind of monster inside your mother's borders, a monster not of her or your making. It stumbled across you, dancing in the forest, bloody and travel-worn and weary and wide-eyed as it stares. You are stronger than it, but you run rather than lunge for the kill. You feel pity, more than fear. And something about him makes the part of you that you inherited from your mother sing.

He tries to follow you, for a year and a day. You are stronger, and faster, and stealthier, and you let him see you sometimes anyways. You are not convinced that he is not a monster, but nor are you convinced that he is.

Spring blooms again to the tune of your song, and you let him get closer than before until you run.

But you hear him speak for the first time. He is a speaker, and perhaps to him you are the monster. You do not run, and you do not kill.

He calls you "Tinuviel"

He calls you nightingale- a little songbird, plain and brown, with a lovely voice. They are your mother's creation, but he does not know this.

He calls you daughter of twilight- perhaps for your skin and eyes and hair, but perhaps because that is when he has seen you most.

He calls you singer- creator of the very fabric of the universe, skilled enough to deserve the title.

You are the most beautiful creature the world will ever see, the daughter of an angel and a king. He does not call you beautiful, or angelic, or princess. He calls you a singer, plain and brown, dark and distant as the approaching night.

He is bloody and travel-worn and weary and wide-eyed as you dare to step closer.

He called you nightingale.

You don't know what to call him, but you hope to find out.

[aotearoa20]

Beren: What's that sound?

Finrod: Its the wind. Its speaking to us

Beren: What's it saying?

Finrod: Dont know. Dont speak wind

Beren:

Finrod. My cousin does! but he mad at me so we cant ask him :(