Caranthir

My little gay elves I hope nothing bad ever happens to them.

“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”

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.”

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:

“Oh brown haired man with a lightsome air So blithe and bright and fair Each tuesday when I trysted thee again All the week was worth to me And so young were we when first found love Found ourselves in the hazel grove Oh brown haired man with a witching smile Full of love and free from guile So soft beneath the lonely hawthorn tree Came thy whispered truth to me I’ll be with thee, my brown haired man In the sunshine or the shade I’ll bring times of bliss to thee So sweet thy kisses were to me And thy voice was melody” Brown haired Man - Sava

It all makes sense now.

I just realized why so few of Feanor's sons are married:

Feanor is just that good at burning ships.

this is a small comic idea i had about maedhros and fingon as kids and i rly wanted to draw it out! i think that is fingon the oldest of fingolfin/finarfin’s kids and thus the only one of the bunch for a while, so it was interesting to think that fingolfin would initially tell him to stay away from uncle feanor’s boys before loosening up in later years

but srsly tho i love the relationships that finwe’s grandkids have with each other so i wanna do more exploring of that! i didnt know if i should post the comic one panel at a time and decided to do it all at once, so i hope it doesn’t look too convoluted now that it’s posted 😬 

BONUS: returning to fingolfin + a pretty chill anaire

i’ve started planning some similar comics about maglor and elrond, or maedhros in thangorodrim, so if there’s any you think i should do first feel free to suggest! 

Small Fingon ….. Fingonsito’i

He has a flower to give u❤️✨

I scribbled this in class haha

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

Fëanor

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