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Hi! Could I request aro, ace, or aroace Nellas for the pride month drawings? Thanks!!
Ooh good one
I had fun with this one she has garden fairy vibes.
I think I have as many pride reqs as I can get done this month, but if I do finish them all I'll open it up again. Thank you to everyone who has sent one!
"And so they stood on the walls of the City of Gondor, and a great wind rose and blew, and their hair, raven and golden, streamed out mingling in the air."
latest finished commission, where i had the opportunity to go with my own vision of the characters, and here's what i landed on... they may look like squares but i know they freak4freak in their hearts etc.
curufin has better things to do than pose for picture day. he has a son to raise. baby tyelpe decided that he also has better things to do, like seeing if his father’s hair is good leverage for climbing (spoiler: it’s not)
While Tolkien is known for his vast natural landscapes, those expanses are populated by people—and the buildings they construct. Whether a cottage tucked into the forest or the soaring spires of a grand city, the architecture of Arda can send the imagination adventuring through settings ethereal and astonishing.
This month's challenge uses architecture to inspire fanworks. Participants will receive a prompt from the challenge moderators; you can choose if you'd like to receive an architectural style, a location on Arda, or both. As usual, if the prompt you are assigned isn't working for you, just let the challenge moderators know, and we will draw again. You can request a prompt by emailing us, sending us an ask on Tumblr, commenting on Dreamwidth, or requesting a prompt on the #monthly-challenges channel on our Discord.
You can use your prompt however you want to inspire your fanwork. While setting and architectural descriptions are one approach, this certainly isn't required!
In order to receive a stamp for your fanwork, your response must be posted to the archive on or before 15 August 2026. For complete challenge guidelines, see the Challenges page on our website.
Thank you to Sallysavestheday for this month's stamps!
According to a text in The Nature of Middle-earth, Numenoreans could send out a mental call to their horses, a bit like Gandalf does to Shadowfax, although probably not across quite such long distances. Inspired by this, here is a ficlet about Isildur's get-away after he stole the last fruit of the White Tree of Numenor almost from under the noses of Ar-Pharazon and Sauron.
I have sneaked several of the event's prompt words in here.
Isildur stumbled down a narrow side alley in the dark, almost hugging the wall, partly because he did not want to be seen, but also because his legs kept buckling under him. He had got a fair distance away from the Courtyard of the Tree before he realized just how badly the guards had succeeded in wounding him, but now he was enduring the effects, the blood loss and the pain. He hoped he was still walking in the right direction.
‘Now would be a good time for you to return to me, Karbi,’ he thought frantically. He tried to shape that thought into a mental call, but his mind was growing fuzzy. He should have tried earlier. He had known what risks he was running but he had not bargained for such difficulties at this stage, if he ever managed to escape the palace and its surroundings alive. He stumbled on.
It took him a while to realize he was hearing the clop-clop of hooves along the cobbles, coming towards him, and then he was not sure he was not imagining it. But suddenly, she was there, his faithful Karbi, who he had left to wander free among the abandoned ruins of an executed friend’s estate on the outskirts of the city. Somehow, she had found him. She gently nudged his arm and he almost toppled against her. But with a couple of attempts and a lot of help from her he made it into the saddle. Despite everything, he remembered to check and he breathed a sigh of relief: he still had Nimloth’s fruit and the whole venture was not in vain, if only he could get it back to Father or Grandfather.
‘I won’t be able to help, Karbi,’ he whispered hoarsely. ‘Somehow you will have to get us both home. No, to Grandfather’s house outside the town walls, if you can do it, Karbi. Please.’
Karbi stepped softly, softly, trying not to jolt him. A good thing that she had such a dark coat; she almost blended in with the shadows and the skies were cloudy tonight. Cautiously, she headed east, towards Romenna. Her rider needed more care than a mare could give, but this was not a good place and she needed to get him away. She knew it was up to her now and it would not be her fault if they did not make it to Amandil.
This is the scene from Unfinished Tales where a Druedain statue comes to life and defeats an orc that was setting fire to a Haladin house. That story absolutely fascinates me. Jirt what do you mean the Druedain can just animate their statues?? And the statue’s owner sustains whatever injury the statue receives? Immensely cool shit (despite the problems inherent in that chapter)
artfight ‘26- hunted down all the teleri characters on artfight. Featuring @elanna-elrondiel’s Litsaiwa, @cogentriii’s Sacille and @junk-whunk-punk’s Ataurë, on the docks of Alqualondë!
