Irimë Lalwendë, Sister To Nolofinwë.

Tom Bombadil, and water lilies in the Old Forest…I drew this one last summer  (with no-good old watercolors on pretty bad paper, since I was camping in the middle of forest myself  :P )

autumn Finland comic ♥ I forgot to pack my red ink so just two colours. But there is a lot of yellow leaves here ♥

Look sometimes I just so much want to write fairytale story involving faded Maglor haunting little remote villages in the East

Like, mortal men at the East seashores had this tale of beautiful sad singing voice near the sea

But this voice was not the evil voices that lured you into danger

This voice guided you to safety

If you swim too far away in the sea and got swiped away by the waves sometimes this voice came to you and suddenly the waves released you and allowed you to go back to the shore

There were fishermen and sailors swore that they only found their way home alive in some heavy storms due to a strange singing voice

Orphans and children left alone at home sometimes heard lullaby on the nights they could not sleep

Occasionally when someone got really sick beyond help people took them to some places near the ocean and sometimes they got better like a miracle. Even in the case they still die they died peacefully with little suffer. They said there was a voice there singing illness and pain away.

There were tales about people being chased by orcs near the ocean, then they heard songs and somehow the orcs could not see them anymore and ran directly into the sea and drowned

There was this village got attacked at night (sometimes armies of orcs took whole villages of people away and nobody knew where they went), and a voice warned people in their dreams, and those who followed the voice was lead away from the orcs, which was supposed to be impossible, they were surrounded from all directions

Sometimes when you walked along the shoreline you could hear songs of a beautiful language you could not recognize. It was so sad and but it was also extremely beautiful. In this East land there was little hope but those who heard the hopeless song somehow had a little bit of hope again. If something so beautiful like this existed, then the dark king of the world might not be all powerful. There were things beyond their reach.

There were people who tried to talk to the voice. “Who are you? Why are you here? What are you singing about? Do you have a home? Why are you so sad?”

But the voice never replied.

Along the ocean people prayed. Yes in many areas they were required to pray to the King of the World, but how can you sincerely worship the Lord of All that sent monsters to take away your children and turn their into monsters? If there were other gods who were good and kind, how could these gods allow their life to be this way? If there were gods they were enslaved by one and abandoned by the others.

But people still pray to things, to the ocean to the land to the sky to the stars above, like a child in dark night cry for a mother even when their mother was dead or taken away.

Some people prayed to the voice too.

Some people prayed for the voice.

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(I love the idea of Maglor being dragged back home but I also love the idea of Maglor gradually finding peace in his self-exile and helping people he did not know and somehow kept being adopted by local mortal kids even when he no longer had a body)

(There is just so much peak aesthetic in “beautiful regretful voice lingering by the sea”)

The Professor

Another illustration for #amonhenart2024. The theme is visions. I couldn't decide between several themes, so I finally painted this illustration, inspiration by "Leaf by Niggle" story.

"At that moment there was a knock on the door, and Sam came in. He ran to Frodo and took his left hand, awkwardly and shyly. He stroked it gently and then he blushed and turned hastily away."

last doodles for tonight: tiny Olorin helping Varda to put the stars in place, and tiny Mairon bringing some fire to the forges of Aulë

The Elves were so traumatized by Fëanor’s mad scientist swag that after he died they said no more and decided to get stuck on the same level of technological development forever.

Lavender Honey

#d5beff ✧ #d7b2c4 ✧ #daa68b ✧ #dc9b53 ✧ #de8f19