Extremely Uninspired This Year, So The One Egg It Is. Happy Easter To Everyone Who Celebrates!

Nobody: *nothing*

Túrin Woodwose Neithan Gorthol Agarwaen son of Úmarth Adanedhel Mormegil Turambar Dagnir Glaurunga Naeramarth: "New name, new me!"

“Nobody will ever know what it is like for them. The Valar tell nobody of it. But Elwing and Maedhros fall into this strange, unnatural rhythm. Sometimes it feels like they are laying down and longing to die. Other times, it is all that keeps them alive. Each night, the moon climbs the trees, an aloof observer. The two of them begin uncurling out from themselves and into each other like pressed-together seeds in the cold earth. An unasked-for hybridisation.”

thought today’s sickbed sketch was cute enough to share, so enjoy desert island frenemies-with-benefits Elwing and Maedhros, as seen in my fic The Island Dwellers where they explore each other’s bodies for the sole purpose of fucking with the Valar 😇

Well hello, Mr hair commander 😌

first watercolour art in like 6 months?? and also first maitimo this year

Oh. OH.

“It's not a code,” said Lindir. He clutched the stones tight in his hands. “They’re mine, not the orcs. I hid them inside my robes so that no one would take them away. They’re my - my family.”

“Family?” repeated Lord Maedhros.

Lindir laid the stones out, taking comfort in the pattern. “Like this,” he said. “It always has to be like this. No - no you’re not looking at it the right way.” He tugged at Lord Maedhros’ metal hand so that they stood shoulder to shoulder. “See? Now they’re in the right order.”

“What does it mean?”

Could he explain? It became so muddled in his head that putting it to words felt impossible. Lindir would try. Maybe, if he did a good enough job, they would let him keep his stones and not hurt him. He was so tired of being hurt.

“This one goes first,” he said, pointing to the red pebble, “because it's the biggest. The oldest. Then - ” he moved past the gap to point at the next one “ - this one, which is white like the - like the moon. Then this one with its dark spot in the centre and then this one with the little iron flakes that make it shine and these two, which are stuck together. The littlest that are two-in-one must always go last. That’s important. They can’t be put in any other order.”

“And here?” There was an odd note in Lord Maedhros’ voice. A slight waver of pain beneath the gentle calm. “You’ve left a space between the first two stones. What goes between them?”

“There has to be a space.” Lindir twisted his hands. The light inside his head hurt, something crooked pressing down down down against it, threatening to break him all over again. “There has to be. Always. I - I don’t know - I lost - something else goes there. I lost it. It flew away. But I have to leave a space.” He started to shake. “Please don’t take them. They’re my family. I have to protect them. Please, please, don’t take them away.”

“I won’t,” said Lord Maedhros. The odd note had grown stronger. Lindir glanced up to see that the towering Fëanorian leader had turned his face away, the bright light making it look like something wet glittered on his face. “I promise you, Laurë. No one will ever separate you from your family again.”

at this point its tradition i make one of these for every major fandom i get into so… silm community heres my terrible hot takes on the house of finwe

anyways tag urself im finwe’s dead body that melkor blasted to smithereens

edit: part 2 is out and i totally-did-not-forget-to-add-argon-and-angrod-this-time

an attempt at drawing almost every named character in the silmarillion (minus a bunch of Men characters bc i didnt have designs for them, as well as assorted minor elves like salgant or elenmire + the valar and most maiar cuz im still redesigning them) 😙

been really busy these past months but i worked on this on and off in-between (you can see a process gif here!!). since ive got a bit of free time for now, ill try to get back to being more active :D sorry for disappearing out of the blue again but happy almost half a year... wait wdym we're almost halfway through 2025 already...?!?! ToT

“Gil Galad is Fingon’s son” “Gil Galad is Angrod’s son” WRONG

Gil Galad is a random orphan Fingon saw one day and went, that looks vaguely son shaped, so he just started raising him as his heir, while refusing to answer any questions about where he came from which led to multiple interactions that went as followed

Courtier: “But high king who’s son is that”

Fingon: “What a silly question he’s mine clearly I gave birth to him”

The same poor fool. “Forgive me high king who’s his… ummmm… father?”

The literal high king of the Noldor: *Scandalized gasp* “how DARE you ask me that”

Like an old little leaf in its hopeless dream Can't forget its bygone beauty, dance on the wind I can wait all my life to be taken away with flow Autumn shrouded by rain turns to cold winter snow When the birds fly away I'm still left here alone I still search for my own land where flowers grow

~ Land Where Flowers Grow, Lind Erebros

The leaf is from Liriodendron tulipifera, a beautiful tree whose flowers strongly resemble tulips. It doesn't usually grow near the sea, but it's my favourite tree, and I liked the parallel between Maglor and the leaf—both alone and far from home.

Tried some soft bluish colour.