I haven't drawn it in a long time :,)
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I haven't drawn it in a long time :,)
I wonder if people will ever say, “Let’s hear about Frodo and the Ring.” And they’ll say “Yes, that’s one of my favorite stories. Frodo was really courageous, wasn’t he, dad?” “Yes, my boy, the most famousest of Hobbits. And that’s saying a lot.”
Caranthir; Lord of Thargelion
My second drawing for the @feanorian-zine, I am so excited to see this finally launched, you can find it here with my two pieces and a lot of others talented people's drawings and stories!
Thank you to the host for making this possible.
"The Seven gathered again" for TRSB 2025
Inspired by the passage:
[...] but now hearing of the renewal of Doriath and of Dior's pride the seven gathered again from wandering, and they sent to him to claim their own. – The Silmarillion, Chapter 22, Of the Ruin of Doriath
This moment always hits me hard. It's the last time they meet, and it just gives me feels!
All of that and more is captured in the story to all things housed in silence by queerofthedagger! The depth of the story was so inspiring for me! Go read it!
Finished the sons of Feanor portraits!!
guilt by complicity
foresight
The Silmarils, gouache on bristol paper, 42 inches (3.5 feet) in diameter
I made a thing! Illustrations about the story of the silmarils in red-figure pottery style. It was fun to work on such a large scale.
You can see all the individual scenes and my references here. I'll also be posting them a few at a time!
silmarillion fandom be like “___ my beloved I love them so much” and it’s a character jrr tolkien mentioned once in a footnote
One does not simply avoid drawing Maedhros after Fingon
A little companion piece to this. Listen, I just think Elros and Elrond deserve to be the worst kids ever seen. It's called karmic comeuppance 🤷🏽♀️
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"No!" Screamed the erstwhile lordling of Sirion, "I hate you!"
"Yes," said Maglor, attempting to smile through gritted teeth, "you have made that abundantly clear and I must say, I'm not feeling all too fond of you myself at the moment."
Unfazed by the threat of Maglor's antipathy, the boy continued to spew forth an – honestly impressive – string of expletives featuring several sharp objects, many barnyard animals, and a number of unhelpful suggestions concerning Maglor's genitals.
Where did he even learn this? he marvelled for a moment at a particularly clever turn of phrase before remembering the boy had spent all his life prior to his...relocation in the company of sailors. By his side, his brother continued to regard Maglor with a silent sneer of haughty contempt only somewhat undercut by the smears of cream that clung to his upper lip like a faux-mustache – the remnants of his breakfast. It made him look uncomfortably like Fingolfin.
Though Maglor could now tell the Sons of Elwing apart with some reliability, he did not know their right names for the recalcitrant wretches refused to divulge that information. El-something he was sure – the line of Thingol had many flaws but imagination did not number among them. One of the twins was a biter though, and the other a scratcher, and so that was how they were called by the residents of the fortress. It was, Maglor was reasonably certain, Scratcher who now unleashed upon him a barrage of abuse – poor, unsuspecting fool that he was – for the sin of suggesting the boys learn their numbers.
Turgon was laughing at him from somewhere inside the Halls of Mandos, he just knew it. I hope the rats are gnawing on your bones, Maglor thought viciously in his dead cousin's direction. Meanwhile, his blasted descendant was somehow still going.
"...son of a shit-licking, piss-drinking, sister-fucking..."
Perhaps, he mused sourly, the cruel servants of Celegorm had the right of it.
"Listen here," he interrupted, cutting off Scratcher mid-tirade, "I have no great desire to spend my precious time teaching you arithmetics either, but for all the crimes my dear, departed cousin Turukano would lay at my feet, I would rather not add a failure to teach his great-grandchildren their sums to that list."
Scratcher screwed his face up in an unimpressed moue and spat out, "I don't care about Turukano and I don't care about you." Hopping off his chair, he grabbed his brother by the hand and turned to stomp off but not before delivering a parting shot. "You're ugly."
At this, Maglor could no longer hold back an outraged squawk.
"I am not –" he began, incensed, voice trembling with deep-rooted offense, but was interrupted before he could continue.
"and," the boy's eyes shone with malicious relish, voice brimming with the vindictive triumph of one who knows they are about to land a killing blow, "you sing bad."
The ensuing shriek could be heard for miles.
'Then I must leave my own people, man of Gondor?' she said. 'And would you have your proud folk say of you: "There goes a lord who tamed a wild shieldmaiden of the North! Was there no woman of the race of Numenor to choose?" 'I would,' said Faramir. And he took her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky, and he cared not that they stood high upon the walls in the sight of many.
Éowyn & Faramir THE LORD OF THE RINGS │2001–2003
meet cute: it's raining and I see your battered bleeding body lying in the mud and I kick it slightly to see if you're dead
Maedhros
recently got into the Silmarillion and here’s my first ever fanart, Maedhros specifically.
Why don't we talk about the fact that Tolkien always thought of Elrond as a child raised by Maedhros or Maglor?
I am only talking about Elrond, because in early versions, Elrond was the only child of Eärendil and Elwing, and it was he who performed the function that Elros would later perform—the appearance of the Númenóreans.
In all versions, Elrond was raised by Maedhros (early versions) or Maglor (later versions and the final version). The fact that Elrond, whom we first saw in The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, even before the publication of The Silmarillion, was already conceived by Tolkien as a child who was raised by his kidnappers, and yet Elrond grew up to be so good. “Kind as summer,” Tolkien wrote in The Hobbit.
The guy never had a chance at a family with Elwing and Eärendil in Tolkien's eyes.
Elrond is an amazing character to me. He's been through so much and is still as kind as summer.