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Marriage Equality in Germany!

It’s finally here. 393 voted Yes, 226 voted No, 4 voted for neither.

We fucking did it!

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“Kodamas” (again) ~ © Ysambre fauntography 2017 with the beautiful and definetely too much cute creations of Le rat à la Plume ! His forest spirits are available on adoption :)

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Warrior Thranduil. Watercolour and gouache on Etival fine-grain paper, 34x22 cm. Commission for one of my wonderful patrons <3 My Patreon: http://www.patreon.com/jennydolfen Go here for prints: http://www.etsy.com/listing/525201203/warrior-of-mirkwood-facsimile-print

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Nine worlds of Norse Mythology

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King of the Valinorian Noldor by EKukanova

Arafinwe War of Wrath, Tol Sirion

watercolor, 37x45cm This is an illustration for fan-novell by Eilian:

Just under his feet, the grass was green and tough, despite all the December winds. At his feet, there was a plain gray stone. Someone’s hand had decorated its surface with a chiseled image of a torch and a harp. For the fifty and hundred years the image had slightly been rubbed off. Arafinwe squatted and caressed the grass with his hand. Cold, with sharp edges, fighting the winds and the winter to the last, the grass was clinging to his palm with the gentleness that only he could understand. He knew that Findarato had been restored to life and was waiting for him in the distant Valinor, but here it had no more meaning than a yesterday song. The King of the Noldor in Valinor was standing on the grave of his son, the son who had died on this isle fifty and a hundred years ago. Arafinwe fell on his knees and pressed his cheek to the cold, frozen ground.

Эйлиан Инглориэль, “Король погибшей земли”

“Король погибшей земли” Эйлиан

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A grief never-ending redraw ft. seagull entourage

HC word vomit time: The seagulls reminded him of bloodier times.They remembered the feast he gave them in Alqualonde. Seagulls are opportunistic feeders and even these ones that were the beasts of Osse himself were no exception to that quality. Elven flesh is a taste that they’ve never forgotten; and so they followed this one whose voice carries across the oceans to new foreign lands. However once there they realised the way back was close to them as well; but if they accompany an elven ship returning to the old lands they may traverse that barrier. And so they circle the new world, haunting its listeners with their cries of longing for a home beyond their reach, tainted with a sorrow and horror of kinslayings past. And three ages later a young elf will forget his love of the woods when he heard this intrinsic cry for home.

And also while Maedhros is the murder brother who you flee crying from because I turned his face into a sponge, Maglor is the brother playing Rapunzel who looks oh so pretty until he turns you into a pincushion. I am also a fan of him using his voice in battle to sing opponents into submission or raise the morale of his own troops; I mean Luthien and Melkor practically have a sing-off and I’m such a fan of battle bards XD

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“Thrice was Fingolfin with great blows to his knees beaten, thrice he rose still leaping up beneath the cloud aloft to hold star-shining, proud, his stricken shield, his sundered helm, that dark nor might could overwhelm.”

J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lays of Beleriand

Schmincke watercolour and a bit of gouache on Etival cold-pressed paper, 27x35 cm. Prints here! http://www.etsy.com/listing/506026248/thrice-he-rose-facsimile-print If you like my art, why not join me on Patreon?

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