#lothrandir

[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!

[poetry-draws]

"He's done it! With eight seconds left on the clock, Amdir has put the Greys up by one in the third period!"

last recorded goal by Amdir before getting traded to the Carn Dum Cargul. he was never the same

[anarlossethedunadan]

@a-lonely-dunedain started it. Frick it! Ranger appreciation. one Million Screenshots of Lothrandir Attack!

I'm sorry I just really love him, your honours

[a-lonely-dunadan]

Happy Lothrandir is Freed day to those who celebrate!!!

on this day in Middle Earth our beloved guy finally got let OUT of the idiot wizard's basement!!!!! 🎉

[loremastering]

"I am Lothrandir of the Dúnedain. I have walked among the frozen wastes and the fiery south-lands. I do not fear this place."

[arcticwildfire]

30 Day LOTRO screenshot challenge Day 4: Favorite NPC

This was a tough one because there are so many good ones. Started to do Floid and Dewitt but apparently they disappear after you discover them. Decided on Lothrandir instead. I love all of the Grey Company tbh. I would have loved to use a screenshot from the wedding quest but I must not have gotten one. (How did I not get that? I could have sworn I did!) I do wonder if my screenshot folder has gotten cleared out at some point but I may have had my old laptop then.

Not sure what Lothrandir ever did to whoever wrote his storyline but can we please get him a happy ending at some point? If there's any of the rangers that deserve a happy quest line here, it's him.

I still expect Lothrandir to show up in Umbar at some point though. And Avair/Gun Ain/Mercy. Really could flesh out that story line some more. (Surely there's an enemies to lovers fic of these two somewhere...)

[find-the-path]

16:  Haunted ruin in northwest Forochel (Lothrandir and Surprise Guest)

The hunters say a mourning spirit has come to fill the wind with laments for those drowned at sea, drifting from the far north-western edge of the ice bay. It’s at least a slight improvement over the reports of anguished screams from Kolo-hampât. Kaj, who Lothrandir trusts to not exaggerate (if not to tie a knot properly) swears he heard words in the song when he ventured too close to the old ruins in that area.

As Lothrandir approaches he hears not only words, but lyrics in a mishmash of halfway competent Lossoth and Elvish, both Sindarin and Quenya. He lays to rest his suspicions of malevolent spirits and climbs the icy stairs with more curiosity than caution.

“I thought to find the Grinding Ice,” the Elf says, voice shifting in the same rhythm of his interrupted song. Most of the sentence is accented Sindarin, the language Lothrandir had greeted him in, but the last term comes out in Quenya. “Not to go over. Just to see if it was still there. It isn’t.”

The Elf’s eyes shine with a glint of the sun dim under clouds, like and unlike to Glorfindel’s.

“This is a harsh land, and this part more so than most,” Lothrandir explains. He hasn’t dealt with Elves much— how easily are they offended? Surely no person’s skin should be that pale or gaunt, whatever the species. “Do you plan to go south again? I know the land well and might guide you if you require, The hunters say you have been here for at least a month.”

A month alone in northern Forochel and still alive, the only miracle assuring Lothrandir that this Elf won’t drop dead in their conversation. He hasn’t even wrapped his ill-fitting coat correctly!

The Elf stares into the fire. His eyes shine bright with its reflection, but in a different hue of gold. “Yes,” he decides, speaking suddenly in careful Lossoth. “I stayed to listen to the Men. Their words… guise of speech… no, language, is beautiful. I have never heard similar.” Lothrandir takes a moment to translate in his head and then opens his mouth to answer— the Elf forestalls him with a song. It rises slow, another mourning song but not a traditional Lossoth song. As far as Lothrandir can tell it’s in an old mode of the Noldor, long epithets and in the character of an omniscient narrator. It sounds odd in Lossoth, even more so because the Elf has clearly learned the language from hunters and trappers and not minstrels.

The fire is warm, the wind keening lower. Lothrandir loses grasp of the words as stars and bright colors swirl in the sky. Only the voice stays with him in the night, untranslatable, liquid gold in the sparks of the fire.

[shotechis]

Tirnel looked to his friend, the larksome mood from earlier having simmered down into quiet thoughtfulness. He knew what was on Elegost’s mind, for it was on his own, and no amount of joking and singing could truly suppress the memories. He sighed. He searched for the other man’s eye in a quiet offer of fellowship, but Elegost continued to bitterly look ahead and did not seem to see his former pupil at all.

shading done! don't worry about the values, they're gone now but they will be back (hopefully) with the colours <: