Under the twinkling stars

Alicja, 30-something, wife, mother of two, Catholic. Studied biochemistry, currently working in a printing company. I like sci-fi and fantasy, sometimes I read, sometimes I write. Also a big fan of music, especially art rock & prog metal. I like spaceflight & exploration or just anything space and science related, also illustration, photography or basically any kind of art. That's me, welcome! :)

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[tolkienillustrations]

Taniquetil by Sarka Skorpikova

[tolkienillustrations]

The Grey Havens by Gianluca Venturini

[snowbairdd]

NADIA: THE SECRET OF BLUE WATER (1990 - 1991) cr. Hideaki Anno

[70sscifiart]

Jean “Moebius” Giraud

[thyinum]

It's 3 a.m. in Ukraine and I woke up from the explosion. Again. Last night was the same.

We've already lost count of massive missile attacks that russia launched only in this May. And every time they doing it at night when everyone is sleeping and may not hear the sound of an air raid alert. And they hit residential buildings, shopping malls, business buildings and hospitals. Only yesterday they launched 59 kamikaze drones at Kyiv. Fortunately 58 of them was shot down by air defence. Tonight it's not only drones but also missiles.

Just a reminder to everyone in what reality we, ukrainian artists, are living. We can die or lose our homes at any moment, so please support us and all the ukrainian people.

[melestasflight]

Finrod and Maglor compose the Noldolantë

An illustration of a scene from Voices That Were Once Ours created by the amazing @wombywoo. Fic snippet below the cut.

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Perhaps it is that very realization of the briefness that dictates life in these lands. That joy must be snatched from fleeting moments before they float away like withered leaves down the Sirion.

At long last, his heart misgives him, and when Makalaurë’s invitation arrives to journey east, Finrod accepts.

He has not seen Maglor, as he is now known, since the feast of the Mereth Aderthad, and even that encounter lacked the intimacy of friendship. What little he knows has come from Angrod’s visits or Celegorm’s letters, almost all having to do with enemy movements or breeding horses from Maglor’s herds. All valuable knowledge for a King in times of siege, but not what Finrod wants to know.

What does the Lord of the Gap sing about these days? Are there songbirds in the flatlands to rest upon his finger?

From Voices That Were Once Ours

[micelangelooo]

“The Death of Glaurung”. The scene were Túrin have just brought an end to the evil of Glaurung, the father of dragons. Although, Glaurung had one last revelation..  

This is a close up and coloured version of a drawing I’ve previously posted. 

[mandhos]

[wombywoo]

Then Fingon the valiant, son of Fingolfin, resolved to heal the feud that divided the Noldor, before their Enemy should be ready for war; for the earth trembled in the Northlands with the thunder of the forges of Morgoth underground ⁜

[70sscifiart]

Moebius

[wombywoo]

Thereafter he wandered ever upon the shores, singing in pain and regret beside the waves. For Maglor was mighty among the singers of old, named only after Daeron of Doriath; but he came never back among the people of the Elves  ⁜  

[wombywoo]

Thus he came alone to Angband’s gates, and he sounded his horn, and smote once more upon the brazen doors, and challenged Morgoth to come forth to single combat. And Morgoth came  ⁜  

[mavis-doodles]

Varda, Lady of the Stars, Queen of the Valar, spouse of Manwë

[emyn-arnens]

TOLKIEN WEEK 2022 | DAY 5: HEARTBREAK ⇢ ANDRETH

“Andreth adaneth, the life and love of the Eldar dwells much in memory; and we (if not ye) would rather have a memory that is fair but unfinished than one that goes on to a grievous end. Now he will ever remember thee in the sun of morning, and that last evening by the water of Aeluin in which he saw thy face mirrored with a star caught in thy hair—ever, until the North-wind brings the night of his flame. Yea, and after that, sitting in the House of Mandos in the Halls of Awaiting until the end of Arda.”

“And what shall I remember?” said she. “And when I go, to what halls shall I come? To a darkness in which even the memory of the sharp flame shall be quenched? Even the memory of rejection. That at least.”

[yandere-angela]

it’s kinda funny when people say “don’t trust academics! do your own research” like what do you think academics do. that’s their wholeass job. that’s all they do. if you wanna make doing your own research your lifestyle you’re gonna become an academic too

[aamuusva]

‘Do candles pity moths? Or moths candles, when the wind blows them out?’