The Finrod Museum

El mayor archivo de arte de Finrod y el fandom del Silmarillion alternative blog: @he-chanted-a-song-of-wizardry twitter:@silmarillionno pillowfort: silmarillionno header gif by https://www.deviantart.com/saerwenapsenniel/art/Findarato-Smiles-GIF-pic-212203244

[lady-miseria]

I made silly stupid model Sauron

[julijbee]

the rider bore them all across the sea. when they grew tired they would fly close to the waves- that they would cool their feet. and soon enough they could make out a silver light, growing brighter along the horizon.

[arofili]

In Memory Of

Three obituaries for notable characters from The Silmarillion, for @silmarillionepistolary week day 6: Obituaries!

Chapter 1: An accomplished polymath, creator, and warlord, Fëanáro Curufinwë, High King of the Noldor, passed on to Mandos in Y.T. 1497. A fighter to the end, Fëanáro faced his foes undaunted despite the grim odds, and was surrounded by family as he self-cremated... Chapter 2: A benevolent king and steadfast companion, Findaráto “Felagund” Ingoldo died doing what he loved, helping a friend in need. “He always kept his word,” said his companion Beren Erchamion, who was with him when he passed. “He was the kind of person who always dropped what he was doing just to help out...” Chapter 3: With the death of Ereinion Gil-galad, the title of “High King of the Noldor” has passed with him, as he had no heir and none have stepped forward to claim it. The title died in Mordor alongside its longest holder, and the crown was buried with him.

Thank you to @dreamingthroughthenoise and @trans-noldor for your suggestions!!

READ IT ON AO3!

[lilvalavor]

My fav part of the book

[lilvalavor]

Something something Sauron I need to draw him rq

[lilvalavor]

Mi manwë🩶 beloved

[valnyra]

⊰ 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖚𝖙 ⊱

Hey guys! I'm back with Varda, and I'm so so proud of her! She's wearing a recolor of a crown I commissioned from @littledovesz and I love it sm mwah ilsym becca ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡.

Finals week is almost over, and I couldn't be more excited for this torture to end ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜. I've been working on an Éowyn hair that I'm thrilled about (and I was hoping to post it sooner, but I need some help on the finishing touches, @goldenrosesims, prepare for me asking a gazillion questions) but I should definitely have it done this week!

[simonabrunilde]

Beren and Luthien steal a Silmaril from Morgoth's crown.💎

I wanted to represent the scene with my style, it's probably a bit unusual concept (to see them like this😅), but Melkor is a fairly complex character and I like to give him a bit of humanity and fragility relegating him to the role of Vala decayed.

[medusabluete]

Angbang wip! Happy Pride Month y'all! ^^

"Mai, look! I found my old guitar!"

"Hmmmh..."

"Haha! Remember how we used to create our own theme? You and me, in shadows? Creating discord?"

"I do, Mylord..."

"Heh... got a little dusty. But I bet it sounds as terrible as ever!"

"I could help... cleaning it a little, Mylord..."

"Eager to help as ever, my most trusted Lieutenant... Go on..."

"..."

Reference ⬇️

[simonabrunilde]

“…he was a mighty cat and coal-black and evil to look upon. His eyes were long and very narrow and slanted, and gleamed both red and green, but his great grey whiskers were as stout and as sharp as needles. His purr was like the roll of drums and his growl like thunder, but when he yelled in wrath it turned the blood cold, and indeed small beasts and birds were frozen as to stone, or dropped lifeless often at the very sound.”

Vëannë to Eriol in The Book of Lost Tales

Tevildo and Melko(r) 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

[julijbee]

compliance

men are a created thing. you take a child and you begin the process by manufacturing him into something called a boy. and within the boy you begin cultivating the things that you hope will result in a man. to not arrive at the end result of man is a tragedy, not just on the failed man himself but on all that had a hand in raising him. to have early failures in boyhood brings about the specter of fear that your boy will not become a man. it is important, then, to identify the sort of things that might bring about a failure to achieve manhood and resolve them.

being a man can be understood in boundaries. on all sides you are contained by them and simultaneously they are not something that applies to you. a man is not perturbed or bothered by anything he shouldnt be, and it is a virtue to be unperturbed even past that point. a man does not tell someone no, a man does not tell someone to stop in the event that doing so would belie some kind of upset, some kind of weakness, some kind of insinuation that he could not stop this on his own and has to place himself at the mercy of someone else to be the one to stop. that he didnt have the power from the beginning to discourage this and end it before it began. and on the other end, a man does not stop when he is right.

being a man is predicated on a complex system of respect, and who is worthy of it. you respect the right kind of men, you respect the right kind of performance, you align yourself with the correct kind of man and his correct kind of performance to signal that you too value the right things. it is also built on disrespect. you disrespect the wrong kind of people. you reinforce that is to be respected by disrespecting what isnt to be. you do these things where people can see them, for the benefit of being seen performing the correct kind of respect and disrespect. there is a correct way to respect without kissing ass. there is a correct way to disrespect without seeming defensive.

obedience cannot be removed from the chain of respect. there is a scale of tolerance for being told what to do and doing what you are told. do you respect the person giving the order? is it an order or is it a request? what is it you are being told to do? who will see you doing it? who has seen you being given the order? who will know you have done this after it is done? and then the final question after every consideration, will you do it?

fëanor takes the materials and he places them into his son's hands and he tells him to make something sharp. his sons are to be melted and poured into a mold, and heated and folded and flattened and beaten and sharpened until they are something that can kill, and they will do this to themselves.

you listen to your father. you listen to your father because you are a boy and you do not want to be a boy. to be a boy is to be in the uncertain and terrifying place before manhood. instead of obedience you will be able to make everyone else obey. instead of fear you can make them afraid. you can be above them and you know, you know you will feel safe in your authority because you are a still a boy and you do not understand yet that you never stop being a boy. everyone is pretending.

i havent formally made my mind up about in fiction elf masculinity and this isn't really what all of this is about. i engage with fiction because i like fiction but also because of how it reflects reality. and the forging of the first swords sticks to my brain. i think there are myriad reasons you can apply to why fëanor's sons followed him and listened to him and then carried on with their oaths and i don't think you have to boil it down just to one reason or set of circumstances. but what i do keep thinking about is relating it back to the accord you strike with manhood. a lifelong upholding of expectation and a role that you fail to fit over and over and over again either until you can manage it, or you fail.

[julijbee]

learning valuable life skills like looking into someones eyes and seeing everything thats wrong with them.

^ the unpainted drawing. i have been spending a lot of time drawing by the river which i think should explain the amount of springtime foliage. chokecherries are blooming today they smell so so good and theres so many of them. last year was a terrible chokecherry season in my area, this year conditions seem to be more favorable. :D i gave encouragements to them so hopefully in the summer i will get to make jam for my friends. i also had a chat with a duck yesterday i dont think she enjoyed it terribly but she did tolerate me long enough for pleasantries. also saw one million tiny tiny tiny fry hiding from the current behind a beaver dam in the river. and the damselfly and dobsonfly larvae are getting pretty big... soon there will be bugs bigger than gnats and small moths... exciting days to come at the river. also met a really rude clam. i dont wish to speak on that.

[julijbee]

same tale different tellers.

[sadsilmarilsoup]

Sibling portraits (ft. cool blue table!!)

Finduilas & Gil-galad

[inziladun]

edain philosophy blog

[somegano]

Mewkor in colour. With his big dead eyes.

[void-puck]

Elwing based on @androgynouscoffeeruins design! (thenytheowl on both insta and tiktok)

Variations and unedited drawing under the cut

I love elwing so much you guys,