#wo2025

[violecov]

One last goodbye between Maedhros and Fingon, until they are to meet again.

Here is my white oliphaunt gift for the @whiteoliphaunt event for @ecofutural!!!! Happy Holidays!! (You may have already guessed since I have been messing around in your blog XD)

Also, first time seriously drawing this pairing. So hyped!!!

[sauroff]

My small gift for @rach-nn for this year @whiteoliphaunt 💖💖

Post canon/4th age silvergifting ☺️

[silmalope]

A very Gríma holiday to all! He’s such an iconic character, and I had a delightful time making this white calf gift for @thiswaycomessomethingwicked for the @whiteoliphaunt exchange.

[saintstars]

Not so much a funny @whiteoliphaunt gift as a sweet one for @sadlybeans

[sadlybeans]

I am currently on vacation with very unpredictable wifi connection so this post is gonna be pre-scheduled…

And it is this year’s @whiteoliphaunt gift exchange!!

For my giftee, @violecov :)

They requested family or fluff vibes so I thought I’d draw my favourite trio of brothers… I really hope you like it !!

POV you walk into them when they were gossiping about you

It’s the first time I properly draw Arvo and Nolvo and also lowkey the first time I draw Náro with long hair lol

[whiteoliphaunt]

The White Oliphaunt 2025

Welcome to the White Oliphaunt Gift Exchange! Sign ups are now OPEN! For those of you on mobile, here are some important links for this year:

Guide

FAQ

Sign up (Open November 9th 2025-November 30th 2025)

White Calf Sign Up (Open November 9th 2025-November 30th 2025)

AO3 Collection

[dobadgerseatsnakes]

My @whiteoliphaunt gift for @thiswaycomessomethingwicked !!

A very short comic about Eomer&Grima& and an unnamed horse. I never really drew Eomer or Grima before, hope it turned out okay. Coming up with a design for Grima is fun though :3

Hope you like it!

Version without text under the cut:

[maglorslostsilmaril]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

my piece for @whiteoliphaunt 2025!! i had a great time with this piece, can’t wait for reveals 😊

excerpt below:

The moment that the flames began to die down, though, another voice met that of the minstrel, matching him in power, though lacking in beauty. No, that wasn’t right. The voice of the dragon was beautiful, in a harsh, sickly, sort of way. Beautiful just as the amber honey that traps the fly is, beautiful and deadly. It sent the flames forward, and multiplied them, rivers of fire running through the air.

“Little princeling,” The dragon hissed. “Your reputation precedes you. Whom in Angband has not heard of the elf who can rip apart an orc with naught but his voice, and is just as deadly with a blade?”

“I am flattered,” Maglor gritted out, trying in vain to match the power of the drake, though he was beginning to feel the exhaustion of the day deep in his bones. His eyes were burning, but his tears dried as soon as they met the smoldering air.

“There will be new stories after today, though.” It crooned. “The second son of Feanor, burned to a husk just like his father. Does it run in the family?”

The flames were closing in. They burned right through his song, reducing his words to ash. His power was waning, he could feel the abrasions of the smoke on his throat, until nothing but a scratch of sound could be heard.

“I suppose we shall find out soon enough.”