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zegalba

Yoshitaka Amano: 1001 Nights (1998)

funeral

beethovnerotica

swanhild

When you have to carry your little brother home from the festivities because he's a lightweight who can't handle his liquor. (To be followed by "When you have to share your horse with your brother because he lost his to some scruffy human", many years later.)

Just some belated Celegorm and Curufin shenanigans that I intended to post for @feanorianweek but then it got out of hand and I also had to work on some non-Silm stuff and now I can't move my arm anymore

morphym37

Angbang

crypticcuntking

✨Fingon the Valiant ✨

katarrinskey

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