Bonus:

Generally I’m a terrible reviewer of fic. When I like something very much, I always want to write a review that would make the writer feel at least half as great as their fic has made me feel, and always end up talking about MY feels instead. 

But seriously, emilyenrose’s The Starless Road is one of the best fics I’ve read. It’s a unique case for me, while reading it I had this distinct feeling, sad and bittersweetly hopeful, like I had reading the LOTR itself, closer to its end. It has the same atmosphere, fairy-tale-ish and profound, and something just shines inside it. I loved it and if you haven’t read it yet, go, go.  Just wanted to make a little watercolor or Sam and Fingon doing hobbit things together. And now I’m off to cry over them some more. 

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

Day #213 - Project

Looks like Mae and Finno found the crochet

Crablor giving autographs for @thescrapwitch, inspired by the concluding scene of her amazing fic Little Crab on the Big Stage. If you haven't already, go read it, it's one of my favourites!

Well hello, Mr hair commander 😌

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.”

Extremely uninspired this year, so The One Egg it is. Happy Easter to everyone who celebrates!

(don't analyze the inscription to much, it's written in Teggwar anyways)

“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”

the idea of the peredhel twins having heightened senses due to their maia blood is one of the concepts ive seen floating around that i really like, so here's my take on it combined with the feanorians (+ fingon) lingering about as houseless spirits that i explored some time ago in an old inktober post 😌

houseless spirits see all, but they can't interact with the world around them so i suppose that makes for quite a static existence...but compared to an oathbound eternity in Mandos (sans Fingon??), i like to imagine they'll stay a little longer to watch over those left behind, just to make sure they're doing alright 👍🏻

some more lighthearted bonuses cuz why not:

Maedhros and Maglor, enjoying the music and being cute ✨

@maedhrosmaglorweek