#felagund

[julijbee]

how does it look? is it almost done?

i learned from this post that tumblr has a limit for the number of tags. whoops.

my abridged rant about tattooing and finrod. abandon all expectation of punctuation and proper grammar all ye that enter here:

im currently enjoying the conflict between the permanence (“permanence”) of the elves and their bodies and the preciousness of a body. and the aversion to its marring (“marring”) and suffering. not the aversion to hardship as i see this as different but more the grief of the marks said hardship may leave and the weight of that hardship wrought upon the body “permanently” and the weight being that of grief.

so the idea of intentionally “marring” the body as something to be troubled by. i think also much can be said about the ease at which something troubling that comes from mortal people could be attributed to the darkness from which they flee. and maybe theyre right about the source being from that darkness or maybe that is entirely baseless and hurtful but regardless of its source its current purpose is clearly not evil. its a medium of creation to be bent in whatever direction it will by its wielders.

anyways, findaráto. he is hungry in his wanderings for secret places but also for new things and most of all for learning. and though he might have misgivings in his heart at the start he cant hold onto these things for long. not when it is clear they are untrue or different from what was supposed. and how could he wander far and be friend to all if he held his heart closed so? his heart is left open and he bars the doors from shutting.

it is a detached way of thinking to wish to be unmarred, detached in that is involves being apart from the world and what of it can touch you. finrod may be afraid of attachments to some degree but not to the extent that it stops him from constantly seeking them. To be burdened by the "weights" of attachments or by griefs is to have loved. for what is found in living within the world and loving it and loving it well and remembering it and carrying it within himself is everything good about living. (grief accompanies it but the grief and pain would likely be there anyways with the dark days at hand. no matter how far apart he held himself from life)

so of course it doesnt frighten him to "mar" himself. does pain alone lay claim to marking the body or can joy or other things mark it too? or his own want? is it not his own with which to live in and should it not suit him? should he not be allowed to welcome such a "weight" upon his skin and delight in it?

he likes how they look and wants one for himself is there really any more that need be said??

footnote: i have an overcomplicated set of thoughts about tattoos and tattooing that spawned this drawing idea; i spent most of my time in a contentious back and forth on the opinions of various elfin groups on tattoos or other related things. what does it mean to be marked/tattooed/scarred/etc. from artistic to ritual to medical to injury/cruelty. i love tattoos and i think they show something i love most about people in general. that everything is a avenue for creation, that we cover everything in our art including ourselves (ESPECIALLY ourselves) but fantasy as the mirror held up to our reality likes to reflect the notions carried over from colonialism and repression and opinions on a tattoo and what it is of and on what body it is and where on that body. part of me wants to be free from the realities of our current world when i engage with fantasy but another part of me does not want to be rid of them. it feels wrong to pretend that the viewer (of our normal world) will not look at something with eyes and thoughts from that world, because it is still just us engaging with the fantasy. i cant pretend it doesnt exist in the fantasy world when the baggage of reality gets brought along with those that engage with it. yes yes im thinking too seriously about a silly drawing, its what i do and i like to be this way. peace and love.

[para-cera-therium]

Findaráto

[evmay]

[n0tamused]

Eee, your art is so beautiful! If you’re still drawing elves, I’d really like to see Finrod in your style!

Hello! <3 I'm so happy to hear that! And yes, I am still on the elf(LOTR in general) grind. And here's Finrod for you!

I remember seeing another piece of fanart of him in this cloak thing and I just had to draw him in the same, I love cloaks and especially fluffy ones. I might've gone for better colors ngl, but I hope you like it!

Let me know who else you'd like to see me draw :)

P.s. I also have commissions open! Carrd link

Gave him hair to match Galadriel too because hell yea <3 They got nice curls

[curiouselleth]

The Journey of Felagund Ingoldo Findarato

For @arafinwean-week, day two, Finrod.

The first encapsulates Finrod's journey. It moves from the left down, then up to the top right down. On the left: Valinor, the mountains, the beaches of Alqualonde, and the beginning of the Helcaraxe on the left. The Halcaraxe continues to the right side, and on the right there is also Beleriand, Dorthonion on fire or Angband, and the rivers parting closer to the center imply Tol Sirion. Then there are bits of fire, and blood.

The center - the gold. Finrod's hair, his personality, shining and bright. Half a circlet on the right side of his head, the front side, facing forward, looking out east. Showing his ambition, his kingship in the East.

The Helcaraxe, lands of Beleriand, Sauron's fire and dungeon, then streaks of blood like claw marks are all entwined into his hair, showing that though he leaves back West, those lands and pain are entwined with him, and who he is.

(And small fun detail, rose gold in the gold that is him towards the right and bottom. Bloodstains, or foreshadowing the blood that comes.)

Then the next three pieces;

Green is Felagund, with much gold and blue weaving in and out. I put green and Felagund together due to Finrod's own green heraldry, and the name he was gifted for who he is.

Blue is Ingoldo. The colors and name of his father, and the past. The face he shows, the colors he bears, who he shows to others.

Gold is Findarato. Both, gold and the name, are his appearance. How others see him. Bits of green, who he is, and more blue, who he presents himself as.

Materials: 10in x 8in canvas, PVA glue, assorted glitter, little hot glue on the journey piece.

[morgoths-ring]

Findaráto

[moredhel]

enjoy the silence

[azalearanger]

The Sea, The Sea, The Sea

Belegaer the Great, doom and the deeps

The Ulumúri of shell and the songs of the sea

Uinen and Ossë, Maia of the sea

White ships of the Teleri, afloat on the sea

Grinding ice and frost and peril on the sea

Amid the song of Felagund, the sighing of the sea

Ulmo lord of waters, standing knee-deep

Tuor, the messenger of hope from the sea, Loved by lord of waters, called by the sea

Voronwë, the last, saved from the sea, Sodden, chosen, as a guide for thee

The Great River Sirion, running down to the sea

Círdan, lord of the havens by the sea

Elwing, running, looking, leaping

Eärendil, the mariner, borne across the sea

A white tower of birds keeping watch by the sea

Húrin, unconquered, cast himself to the sea

Maglor, the pain, the wandering by the waves, The last silmaril, cast into the sea

Aldarion, king, and the lure of the sea

Númenor, fair Númenor, drowned in the sea

Palantíri, stones of seeing, lost in the sea

The elves, the journey, the longing of the sea

the sea, the sea, the sea

"But as for me, my heart is with the Sea, and I will dwell by the grey shores, guarding the Havens until the last ship sails."

- Círdan, the Silmarillion