#silm portraits

[saintstars]

Dior Eluchil portrait

[diraxxer]

The portrait of the last sons of Fëanaro

It was supposed to look like a stained glass window

[nervmaup]

Melkor, Manwë, Mandos, Yavanna

I've heard that my Melkor looked pretty much like Janosik. Well, I can't agree but it's still a nice comlement

[naarisz]

Maitimo

[drawulan]

Orome first going to Cuiviénen about to meet the elves.

In my headcanon he’s somewhat closer to elves than other valar, since he met them first and spent quite some time with them

[debbiedart]

House of Finwë ~

Finwë - Miriel - Indis - Findis - Lalwen

// prints!

fëanorians: 1 - 2 - 3 nolofinwëans: 1 - 2 - 3 arafinwëans: 1 - 2 - 3

[ela-draws]

Arafinwe and Earwen

[thestaroffeanor]

Some things gained back n̷̹͒e̷͍͛͝v̵̠̬͎̉ẽ̵̖̣̮͂͂r̴̪͒̐̈́ ̵̮̬̅͌ģ̶̰̑e̴̤̥̗͊̓̀t̵͚͚͝ ̴̨̆̓t̴̩̼̐o̴̟̰͗̏͠ ̴̟̦͂̍b̴̗̟̊ͅè̸͂ͅ ̵̺̺̎̋̐ẘ̵͇͉ȟ̵̝̺̫̆ö̸̺̬̮l̷̹̜̽̓̋e̴̼͉͖̊̎̄ ̷͙͍̪̕a̸̛̺͈̽̑g̶̩̝̅̋͆a̴̞͎͗̓̈i̴̙͎̥͝ǹ̸̺̌̚ Maglor and Maedhros in Himring, short fic under the cut

It was in the dead of the night, usually. When Maedhros had cried himself back into sleep by sheer exhaustion, Maglor held his eldest brother, to which he still looked up so much and loved so much it hurt. Patiently, he had soothed Maedhros since his nightmares had woken him an hour into the night, had provided him with warm milk laced with honey, bandages for the "accident" on his arm that Maedhros did not want to talk about, thick blankets and his own embrace, soft words of encouragement, endearments Maglor was not sure even managed to get through to Maedhros. They had come a long way since their cousin had brought him back from Thangorodrim, and it was a task Maglor had not exactly volunteered for, but knew he was suited, needed for, even. None of his brothers had the patience needed for Maedhros to so slowly open up and allow for care, though they all tried. Care the redhead still thought himself undeserving of. It made Maglor sick. As he collected his brother closer to himself so he could feel their combined heartbeats, tears stung in his eyes. He was so glad to have him back and for the most part he liked to be his caretaker during the dark nights, yet there was never any forgetting about what had been done to their Nelyo and he, of all, saw it so closely he was surprised his brother had not broken completely. As Maedhros' body mended, so did a part of his mind, torturously slow. For this last part that remained untainted and wanting to live, that grew a little more each month, shifting and realigning pieces of him that it came across along its way, Maglor vowed to always stay by his side. It did not stop the bitter tears at the utter atrocity of it all, of knowing that he himself had been the one to refuse to bargain with Morgoth to get him back before all of this had happened. He had condemned him to this.

A shaky inhale signaled something more to come and the minstrel quickly lifted a hand to his lips to muffle the anguished cry that would have woken Maedhros. He ought not. Maedhros had been so strong for so long, Maglor should not turn to him for comfort and yet, he would always be the little brother that wanted and needed that. How pathetic. He had no time to feel sorry for himself, it was a blessing that they had gotten back one they had thought lost, an honor to be allowed to work on getting him better. A chance for repentance.

Still, his tears continued to fall, hiccups stifled by his hand, comforted by the way Maedhros unconsciously curled into him.

[sesamenom]

Day 6 - Loss for @silmarillionepistolary

Unfinished Royal Portrait of High King Findekáno

This portrait by an unknown court painter was left unfinished after the High King's tragic death in just the sixteenth year of his reign. It was later recovered from the ruins of Himring Fortress, among several other possessions of the late High King. It is believed to have been left there shortly before Prince Maedhros Feanorion attacked the camp of Eonwë the Herald in a successful attempt to reclaim two Silmarils.

[thesilmarilliondrawn]

This is how I imagine Nerdanel, the wife of Fëanor, mother to seven sons, known as the wise, the strong, and free of mind. She was an artist, a sculptor, whose sculptures seemed so lifelike they fooled those unfamiliar with her work to be real. I imagine Fëanor falling in love with her as a fellow spirited creator, for the soul and beauty she put in her work.

In the end, however, they grew estranged from one another the more extreme Fëanor became. His actions deeply grieved her, and when Fëanor left for Middle Earth she begged him not to take their youngest sons with him, but he scolded her, saying that if she did not follow him, she was an "untrue wife for deserting her husband and children."

She did not go. She lost all her seven sons in Middle Earth.

[violetumbrellalover]

Haleth of the Haladin 🏹

Haleth was a daughter of Haldad, leader of the Haladin. After her father and twin brother Haldar were slain in an Orc raid, she became chieftain of the Haladin.

The House of Haleth was the second of the three Houses of Edain. The men of this House were descendants of Haldad, but the house was named after Haldad’s daughter Haleth, who led people from East Beleriand to Brethil. They were a reclusive folk, separate from the other Edain and spoke a different language.

[anattmar]

Maglor

[ofmiceandwomen]

I posted a poll on what I should draw next and based on the popular demand, happy Maedhros won (I see you, Silm discord folks!)

Have a relieved Mae!

I didn’t go for exactly cheerful moment, but I choose to pick a scene of our RP AU where the Fifth Battle never became the Nirnaeth Arnoediad (well unless you’re counting the Orc tears). The most powerful Noldorin singers have seemingly beaten the Dark Lord, unaware that it was the Dark Lord’s deception.

In order to secure the Union’s victory, Maedhros engaged Morgoth in another duel, finishing Fingolfin’s mission to cripple him, which almost costs his life. This is the moment he is finally awake, healers doing their job and he finally received the message that Fingon is alive and they won.

He is badly injured and in pain. Yet, he would call this day the best in his entire life.

[redreyenotarget]

I bought some pencil and paper to exercise my pencil drawings😌

[echo-bleu]

I got it in my head for some reason to do a series of Finwëan portraits. The original reason was to figure out Elrond and his children's appearances through their ancestry, but it quickly devolved into "let's do a family tree". Six hours of drawing over five days later, I am reconsidering my whole life.

Anyway, here's Anairë (because I had to start with a character mentioned once, of course), Fingon and Fingolfin.

I have a lot of hair braiding headcanons for the Noldor but I regret everything.

With bonus sketch and flat colours pictures.

[ID: three digital portraits. Anaïre is a black elf with long black hair in cornrowed twists and golden loop earrings. Fingon is a mixed race (black/white) elf with long (and very thick) black hair in cornrows and braids in a high ponytail, decorated with golden ribbons and beads. He has a golden loop earring and several ear and eyebrow piercings. Fingolfin is a white elf with long dark hair in a complex braided hairstyle with blue beads, with the length loose, wearing a silver circlet with a blue stone, and several ear, eyebrow and nose piercings. They all wear blue tunics. The second and third picture are the same as a pencil sketch and flat colour drawing.]

[drawulan]