#tcoh

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

niënor the gothic heroine actually. niënor the final girl forever in the making. niënor who grew up wearing winter clothes in a dark house because fuel was scarce and candles couldn't be wasted. niënor who always stayed indoors because morwen's influence could only reach so far. niënor who spent years with a brother's shadow for a playmate, convinced that her father lived in the woods and was keeping them safe. niënor whose understanding of culture and gender and family and home were mixed up always with dispossession and violence. niënor who understood femininity foremost as liability. niënor for whom bravery was never a question. niënor who was condemned to mourn in two lives. niënor for whom coincidence always aligned. niënor the bad omen; niënor the ill-starred girl, niënor the doomsday deus ex machina who met a dark handsome troubled stranger in a thunderstorm and walked the path of ruin to its end !

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

Au where, instead of finding Gwindor in the forest, Túrin stumbles upon Donkey from Shrek, resulting in the strangest sack of Nargothrond ever.

[beelas-bees-art]

forgot to ever post these from weeks back

tcoh mlp au. if you even care. sorry it's all letters huh

[myrtaceaae]

Glaurung and Nienor on top of Amon Ethir

[halfelven]

'But how will you find me, lost in the wild? said Túrin; and suddenly his heart failed him, and he wept openly. 'If you wail, other things will find you first,' said Morwen.

Thus by fate and courage they passed over the Shadowy Mountains, and coming down into the Vale of Sirion they passed into the Forest of Brethil; and at last, weary and haggard, they reached the confines of Doriath. But there they became bewildered, and were enmeshed in the mazes of the Queen, and wandered lost amid the pathless trees, until all their food was spent. There they came near to death, for winter came cold from the North; but not so light was Túrin's doom. Even as they lay in despair they heard a horn sounded. Beleg the Strong-bow was hunting in that region, for he dwelt ever on the marches of Doriath, and he was the greatest woodsman of those days. He heard their cries and came to them

not going to comment on this but i love it

[ofmiceandwomen]

I was challenged to paint baby Glaurung so here you go.

[thelien-art]

Dec 3 - Hurin, Morwen, Turin

It's my sisters birthday today so I'll have another small drawing out later today that doesn't have anything with Tolkien to do

[fistfuloflightning]

Yeah like that went over well, Turin

[swanmaids]

Beleg is literally the bad bitch Túrin pulled by being autistic

[a-hackneyed-premise]

Who just wrote an ENTIRE SENTENCE for The Colour of Heartbreak, after having not even looked at it for about seven years?

This girl.

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

i think there’s something in tuor being the effectively the opposite of húrin. favored by a god vs. hated and condemned by a god…divinely called to action vs. divinely removed from it…fathered a notably fair-haired child of prophecy vs. a notably dark-haired child under a curse…escaped over the sea and out of history in an act of hope vs. consumed by the sea and by history in an act of despair..

[beelas-bees]

kelly talking about felicity to dexter

[beelas-bees-art]

forgot to post this one

[sundrop-artica]

An attack on @beelas-bees - Misha Solberg (ae/aer and they/them)

[halfelven]

Now Túrin was made ready for the journey, and he bade farewell to his mother, and departed in secret with his two companions. But when they bade Túrin turn and look back upon the house of his father, then the anguish of parting smote him like a sword, and he cried: ‘Morwen, Morwen, when shall I see you again?’ But Morwen standing on her threshold heard the echo of that cry in the wooded hills, and she clutched the post of the door so that her fingers were torn. This was the first of the sorrows of Túrin.

[love-from-middle-earth]

If you have the spoons I’d love advice from Húrin about persevering through stress/after trauma. No pressure and thank you for all you do! 🌸

Dear anon,

It sounds like things have been pretty rough for you lately; I'm sorry. It's terribly hard when something difficult happens and one has to contend with the aftermath of it along with the regular stressors of daily life. I find it's important to remember that you're allowed to not "go back to normal" right away, or at all. You aren't necessarily going to be able to do all of the things you want to or used to enjoy, and while that can be painful, it's also a completely regular human response. If something is too much right now, you can opt out. Your worth is not affected by your productivity or your capacity for doing the things you used to. Rest is a vitally important part of healing, and you deserve to have it without guilt.

If you can, I would also encourage you to seek help from people who care for you. There are always burdens that can be taken, at least in part, off our shoulders, and a lot of the time, someone in our life is more than willing to help. It can be hard to ask for support, but giving is part-and-parcel with love. The people in your life don't want you to suffer or have to handle more than you're able to, and it isn't an imposition or a sign of weakness to reach out for help. The fact that you've already done so is a sign of such courage and will on your part, anon. I'm proud of you for doing that.

It can be difficult to believe, but I promise that there is something on the other side of this. Things are always changing and nothing is permanent, not even this situation. You're a valued, strong, cherished individual and you're going to outlast this moment and be all right. It might not be like how you imagined, but there is life beyond the hurt and it's worth sticking around for.

Best of luck, anon,

Húrin Thalion

(Thank you for your considerate request, anon! I'm so glad you enjoy my little blog ♡)