#candaith

[shotechis]

The Grey Company sets out from Rivendell.

This is from last November! Inspiration kicked me in the face and I had to draw this scene of the Lads leaving the Last Homely House to go to their Doom... I am still completely obsessed with the way Lord of the Rings Online expanded upon what is only a footnote in the books, and took us on a journey of angst and heartbreak; so my plan is, as I replay the content, to illustrate every step and write a fic about my own character's involvement in it.

But yea. I cannot imagine the Grey Company without the Ranger NPCs from LOTRO anymore.. <: They are now canon and beloved to me. Here we have Lothrandir on tiny grey Mithul, Tirirandir (who is my character) on his borrowed horse Pîn, his best buddy Candaith on a liver chestnut I don't believe has a name (?) and Halbarad the gigachad with Arwen's banner.

I still have a love/hate relationship with the colours, but it's one of the better pieces of last year. 2024 in general was one of the better years in terms of personal art; I wholly attribute that to getting into drawing Tolkien fanart and discovering new communities!! After seven years of film school, I'm finally inspired and motivated again to create and share, and that's bliss to me!

[hot-rangers-in-chains]

Another Hot Rangers In Chains (And Other Situations) calendar entry! This time it’s Candaith, presumably captured by goblins and by the amount of ropes, he’s probably escaped a few times already…

I think this one is fitting for April… what do you say, @suchprettypieces

Also please excuse the somewhat lower quality, I forgot to use Glaze last time to protect my art and hopefully the art still looks good (and maybe won’t be flagged…. 🤞🏻)

[thehelplessmortals]

Grey Company campfire time. They’re singing Ranger travel songs, with Braigiar on the tin whistle (one of the like 20 instruments he can play). Halros and Candaith are singing; Radanir is tone deaf, so he’s just listening. headcanon

Combined Situation suggestions from @a-lonely-dunedain and @whereisbarton

And also remembered why this wasn’t going to be rendered smh :<

[well-traveled]

I was exceptionally happy to see Candaith in this mission!!

[lotro-quest-objectives]

Give Candaith a hug (made up but it should be real)

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[poetry-draws]

If you're doing plinko picker requests, perhaps a Candaith? 👀

i wouldn't want to 1v1 prime ivar either

[anarlossethedunadan]

Am I mixing Inktober/Tolkientober/OC-tober based entirely on which prompt gives me any ideas in the moment? Irrelevant. Here's Day 1, which I did at like 11 last night so I need to hurry up and do Day 2 now (Prompt: "Mustache.")

Radanir is unamused. Candaith is ... being Candaith ^_^

[find-the-path]

Month-long fic challenge using these LOTRO Rangers + Situations prompts collected by a-lonely-dunedain. Minimum of 100 words, no particular adherence to timelines or canon.

13: Candaith & hypothermia

The cold stays with him from dreams to reality. So does the dark.

Candaith blinks gritty eyes into the blackness, and only then knows he is awake.

For I— I am the heir of Isildur!

It rings in his head. He hears all the desperation, the bravado, the hope. One cast-all plan to get them out of here, and he can hear the stark lie dripping from his own voice echoed back. Of course they didn’t believe him.

Soft blue light lifts the void in stages. No raging wind or voice accompanies it this time; the ghosts settling back into their Age-old curse. They pay him no heed. Britou, still brandishing the sword that ran him through, does not glance his way.

The dead have no concern with the living.

Numb, barely conscious, watching the frozen blood around the wound slowly turn his flesh necrotic, Candaith wonders how long that will apply to him.

He wonders how many more of his kin are dead or dying for his folly.

The frost reaches his chest. Muscles seize and cramp under its tightening grip. His heart beats faster in its death throes, and at last he feels the pain. I’ve watched this, he thinks, it should hurt more. Garan had been screaming in the last few minutes. But it’s been a few years since he last saw a death by wraith. He might remember wrong.

Candaith’s heart stutters, stills, and freezes over.