I just realized why so few of Feanor's sons are married:
Feanor is just that good at burning ships.
for @feanorianweek day 7: Fëanor, Creation
I also made an alternative version based on this weird idea of mine, because, unfortunately, I do need someone to keep an eye on my pipettes at work :D
Saw this post on Instagram the other day, so ...
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.”
Day #213 - Project
Looks like Mae and Finno found the crochet
Spin the wheel up to three times and determine who is going in your car for a multi-day road trip. How is the road trip going? Will you make it to your destination successfully (or alive)?
a small gift for my lovely friend @playing-with-inks !! i know how much you love little Fingon and Maedhros, so here's a scene of conductor finno ft. his star musician maitimo, a coat stolen borrowed from him, doting fathers and an orchestra of stuffies belonging to assorted cousins
when I showed it to her in DMs, she pointed out that I usually draw Mae with a braid only after the Nirnaeth Arnododoedid (based on one of my headcanons) and then asked if this is a flashback from his POV, or a dream/hallucination of their happier childhood. after reading that i couldnt help myself so here is a bonus based on her astute observations 👀
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
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.
Hi! I'm Anna, a scientist in training, coffee addict, and a fervent reader, currently obsessed with The Silmarillion (and everything Tolkien) ✨
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