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(Psst, this is just a personal blog! You can find me doodling elves on @silmalope if that’s your thing.)
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Tried to paint the maglor I designed. You can see his design here
oh man i fixed this thing almost ten times before i’m satisfied, i hope it looks ok-ish though x”D and if you still see something wrong with it DON’T TELL ME I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT
music inspiration: Baba Yetu by Christopher Tin. 10 years ago today, it became the first piece of video game music to win a grammy PLS LISTEN TO IT
India, 1960s: When they told him to “dress as his heart desires” to his first gay club night, nobody, least of all Fingon (who spent the present-day equivalent of Rs 50,000 on his own outfit for the evening), expected Comrade Maedhros to borrow a doggy harness off Celegorm’s newest Alsatian and turn up dressed as a “small dachshund wearing a little Lenin hat”, inadvertently influencing global gay culture for decades to come.
happy pride from prayers!au russingon 😌
6 moons later and I’ve finished the selkie wip I started up in orkney
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I’m thinking about Aerin in the winter.
The winter customs, including the Hadorian new year around the solstice all but end after the Nírnaeth. Their songs are forbidden. There are new songs, new traditions. Some they are forbidden to partake in, some they are required to.
Aerin watches people die each year; people who have known her since birth, who have taught her their people’s history, lore, songs, who taught her to ride, comforted her when she fell…
It is not just them who are lost, she knows. It is the rhymes and ghost stories and jokes. The skills and knowledge.
There are other changes too. Winters in Hithlum are cold. As long as Aerin can remember there have beenhundreds of tasks each autumn to preserve food, ensure hay for their horses and cattle, fortify structures and collect firewood…This does not stop but it changes.
As I’ve spoken about, one awful aspect of the occupation are the myriad ways that the agricultural customs and ways of interacting with the environment, are forbidden or suppressed. Many are lost.
We know from canon that Aerin is one of the few providing food and warmth to those who have been cast out, and that she likely suffers for it. She walks among the ill and injured, even when she is ill and injured herself, giving what she can in secret.
Sador speaks of this as her “keeping the old ways” of their people; it defiance both personal, she is defying Brodda and the position he has forced her into, and culturally; she is maintaining values that are vital to them amid oppression and brutality.
And of course Aerin’s courage and conviction doesn’t erase the horror of being put into this position, the sting and shame of rejection from those who have turned or been turned against her.
Brodda leaves for about a fortnight each winter and Aerin especially dreads the times she is forced to accompany him. It is in these days she feels the most a stranger; called a name that is not hers, frozen in a position she never wanted, in clothes she is forced to appear in.
She bites her tongue. She thinks of fire.
you’ve seen the dog outside of town, lying where the witches were buried.
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Morwen of Dor—lómin
“Since you are my son and the days are grim I will not speak softly to you…”
latest completed commission, featuring Morwen shortly after her arrival in Doriath. a quick shoutout to @outofangband, for their posts on Morwen have had me rotating her in my brain forever and overall very much helped create an image of her that I really drew on for this, especially this post which I really loved, about her general dismissiveness of the elves, most specifically and delightedly, taking a ‘lol lmao’ attitude to Fingon and Turgon themselves.
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Legolas & Gimli - Sketching last night with my two little hobbits :)
quick sketch of very close good friends Aredhel and Elenwë 😁
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Hermits, monks and mystics. Ink drawings on paper.
A 1920’s-inspired MerMay ink sketch page 🧜♀️🐚🦀✨
jellúthien and bereahorse as my contribution to @peasant-player’s Tolkien reverse mermaid party
So what I’m hearing is that Dior looks like this??
And now he appeared as the fairest of all the children of the world, of threefold race: of the horse, and of the jelly, and of the fish of the sea …