alystraea
alystraea
Art of Arda
Tolkien blog!! Self-taught digital-art hobbyist (two accounts on DeviantArt: annamare & alystraea; it's a long story how that happened). Occasional fanfic writer (alystraea on Fanfiction.net and AO3). Email: alystraea.art@gmail.com https://www.instagram.com/alystraea_art/  
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alystraea · 14 days ago
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alystraea · 14 days ago
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The Death of Arwen
'But Arwen went forth from the House, and the light of her eyes was quenched, and it seemed to her people that she had become cold and grey as nightfall in winter that comes without a star. Then she said farewell to Eldarion, and to her daughters, and to all whom she had loved; and she went out from the city of Minas Tirith and passed away to the land of Lórien, and dwelt there alone under the fading trees until winter came. Galadriel had passed away and Celeborn also was gone, and the land was silent.
'There at last when the mallorn-leaves were falling, but spring had not yet come, she laid herself to rest upon Cerin Amroth; and there is her green grave, until the world is changed, and all the days of her life are utterly forgotten by men that come after, and elanor and niphredil bloom no more east of the Sea.
'Here ends this tale, as it has come to us from the South; and with the passing of Evenstar no more is said in this book of the days of old.'
(from “The Tale of Aragorn and Arwen”, LotR Appendices)
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If like me you always found Arwen dying alone too unbearably sad, you may have imagined her bros Elladan and Elrohir with her at the end, or her grandfather, canon be damned.
Or... maybe this:
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fanfic under cut: 
Lothlorien, FA 121.
The Wanderer moves like a shadow beneath golden-leaved boughs of mellyrn. His feet have walked the length and breadth of Ennor, but never in the days of Nenya's power did he enter these woods. Only in the last few decades, long after it has lain abandoned by the galadhrim, has he wintered here. The trees of gold awaken memories of Tirion. Each winter he comes, he sees evidence of the fading… the leaves more sparse, the gold less bright… He approaches a great mound at the heart of the woods, with its two circles of trees, white and gold. Even from afar he senses that he is not alone… senses the faint light of a life slowly ebbing away.
She is as a shadow herself, as she lies at the foot of the greatest mallorn at the center of the mound. She is pale as death, and lines of mortality and grief have in the past few months etched themselves upon the face that once was fairest. But still, he knows her. He approaches silently. Kneels near her. He has sung naught but grief and lamentation for millennia. But now, ever so softly, from his lips lilts a tune he heard a maiden sing in the springtime of her life. And her grey eyes slowly open. They are dim, unfocused, and search awhile before they find him. 
"You," she whispers in Sindarin, her voice barely audible. "I know you."
He is intimate with such despair and loneliness. Such sorrow. "Daughter, how may I help you?" he asks gently.
"…Will you… sing…?"
He takes her hand as it lies on the still-green grass. It is cold, so cold, thin and frail, the bones like a bird's beneath flesh grown loose. Her fingers tighten ever so slightly on his.
He stays by her side throughout the winter, through sun and rain, and for her he lays aside his songs of woe. From his lips come all the songs of childhood he once sang to a young pair of twins. He hears the clash of swords in the Havens, remembers the nightmares that woke them—and him—in the nights. He remembers the feel of small bodies pressed against his as he awakens to find they have crawled yet again into his bed, fearful of monsters in their own room. How innocent they had been of the true monster that he was, fair of face but black of soul. How touchingly they had gripped his hand for comfort, that had shed the blood of their kindred. As he sings the old, familiar songs he remembers yet other children. His younger brothers as he sang to them. Himself, as his mother sang to him. He would have wept for the loss and doom of all those children, but he has no tears left to shed.
The nights are cold. He takes a cloak from the oiled-leather pack, the parting gift the elves of Imladris had left for him ere they departed, that one of the peredhel twins had contributed to it. The wanderer now lays the new dark-grey cloak over Arwen.
She speaks only once more, as the first buds appear on the mellyrn, and leaves of gold begin to fall. He barely makes out the words.
 "Estel… tolen*…"
Her face in death is young and radiant, all lines of grief smoothed away.
He buries her where she lies, her brother's cloak her shroud. He raises a shallow mound of earth over her, and scatters early-blooming niphredil over the grave. He then finds a grey stone, and with his blade he takes his time to chisel letters upon it. As he does so, he remembers his mother's hands on his as she had taught him, his hands almost too small then to hold the tools.
Golden leaves fall in the empty woods as spring comes. They flutter onto the mound and upon the stone he has left to mark the grave.
She was neither Queen nor Evenstar of her people to him, so on the grey stone the wanderer has chiseled, in the ancient classical mode of Tengwar:
Arwen Elrondiel.
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(*tolen: “I come”)
(from Ch 35 “Tapestry of Three Worlds” in The Golden and the Black https://archiveofourown.org/works/5289005/chapters/12208913)
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alystraea · 19 days ago
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Our golden boi did not deserve to have his big scene stolen in the movie:
"With his last failing senses Frodo heard cries, and it seemed to him that he saw, beyond the Riders that hesitated on the shore, a shining figure of white light; and behind it ran small shadowy forms waving flames, that flared red in the grey mist that was falling over the world." Frodo: 'I thought that I saw a white figure that shone and did not grow dim like the  others. Was that Glorfindel then?' Gandalf: 'Yes, you saw him for a moment as he is upon the other side: one of the mighty of the Firstborn. He is an Elf-lord of a house of princes...'
(from ‘Flight to the Ford’ & ‘Many Meetings’, Fellowship of the Ring)
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alystraea · 2 months ago
May I use some of your art for an edit? I'd credit you for
Sure, go ahead and thanks for credit!
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alystraea · 2 months ago
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Thanks so much @cinemairon!! Been having a tough time at work, a beautiful Beleg is just what I needed to make my day. <3
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Beleg
For my friend @alystraea because I felt like it, trying out some brushes.
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alystraea · 3 months ago
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#again I think they were infatuated with each other at first#but then things were clearly not gonna work out so they had to break it off#they stayed cordial with each other tho#for diplomacy sake#Caranthir never got over her#whomp whomp#but anyway here they are not long after caranthirs host saved haleth and her people#it’s the whole “”’meeting on the field of battle’’ romance#so like 👀👀👀#the Chieftain of the Haladin popped the Lord of Thargelion’s cherry
Love the tags. 
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How’s about a little...post-battle-Romance?
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alystraea · 3 months ago
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Someone made a tiny window into Rivendell that you can put on your bookshelf!
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And the tiny book inside it is written in tengwar… I’m dying
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I mean look at this!
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It’s so beautiful.
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alystraea · 3 months ago
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Dorthonion by EKukanova
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alystraea · 3 months ago
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if Glorfindel had joined the Fellowship, it would have been worth it just to see the argument between him and Gandalf about who should face the Balrog. 
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alystraea · 3 months ago
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════ Eärendil ════
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alystraea · 3 months ago
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Hello! My name is Ruslan ShapoIov I am an illustrator.
The presented author’s project is a comprehensively designed book The Silmarillion. Created within one year. I did it for myself as a fan of Tolkien’s wonderful world. The book consists of over 50 illustrations, 400 pages, drop caps for each chapter, marginals. Covers in the form of a silmaril stone wrapped in a dust jacket - a dragon skin! I would be glad if the publisher is interested. Everything was drawn in Photoshop, a brush imitating a pencil, illustrations in this technique look like they were drawn on paper.
This book has not yet been published, is waiting for its publisher;) Open to new projects! LOOKING FOR A JOB, I WILL BE GLAD TO YOUR OFFERS
Contacts:
Instagram: @russik_art
Mail: ruslanshapolo@gmail.com
artstation: www.artstation.com/shapol
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alystraea · 3 months ago
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She’s moving
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alystraea · 4 months ago
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Hello! My name is Ruslan Shapolov
I am a book illustrator.
The presented author’s project is a comprehensively designed book The Silmarillion. Created within one year. I did it for myself as a fan of Tolkien’s wonderful world. The book consists of over 50 illustrations, 400 pages, drop caps for each chapter, marginals. Covers in the form of a silmaril stone wrapped in a dust jacket - a dragon skin! I would be glad if the publisher is interested. Everything was drawn in Photoshop, a brush imitating a pencil, illustrations in this technique look like they were drawn on paper.
This book has not yet been published, is waiting for its publisher;)
Open to new book projects!
It is interesting to participate in the design of a children’s book.
Contacts:
Instagram: @russik_art
Mail: ruslanshapolo@gmail.com
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alystraea · 4 months ago
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Awesome.
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the silmarillion
Hello! ✏ My name is Ruslan Shapolov
I am a book illustrator.
The presented author’s project is a complex design of the book The Silmarillion, created during the year. He was made for himself as a fan of the wonderful world of Tolkien. Consists of over 50 illustrations, 400 pages, drop caps for each chapter, marginals. Covers in the form of a silmaril stone wrapped in a dust jacket - a dragon skin! I would be glad if the publisher is interested. Everything was drawn in Photoshop, a brush imitating a pencil, illustrations in this technique look like they were drawn on paper.
Open to new book project
instagram: @russik_art
gmail: ruslanshapolo@gmail.com
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alystraea · 4 months ago
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alystraea · 4 months ago
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Wow what a beautiful Finarfin!
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alystraea · 4 months ago
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GIVE GWINDOR MORE LOVE
Man I sure love Gwindor
- he was living the high life : a lord of nargothrond, dating Finduilas, basically a shoe-in for co-heir to the damn throne, everything was the bees goddamn knees
Then BAM
- little brother kidnapped by Morgoth
- watched little bro mutilated and killed in front of him, freaked out and broke ranks (inadvertently starting the Nirnaeth charge too soon, which contributed to the epic loss #guilt&angst)
- charged literally INTO ANGBAND ITSELF, got cut off, and watch everyone else get killed / captured
- forced into thraldom in the mines for fuckin years
- acquired a sword from another prisoner, fought his way out, and lost a hand in the process (damn - Tolkien is worse than George Lucas with all the flying limbs)
- met Beleg in Taur Nu-Fuin and, instead of being like k bye good luck, signed the fuck up to save Turin (risking recapture)
- saw Turin accidentally murder Beleg
- despite this fairly blatant warning sign, he helped Turin bury Beleg, and took Anglachel & the Lembas (v practical)
-hung out with insensate/silent Turin, guarding and guiding him, for months (questionable decision Gwindor my lad, but your heart is in the right place). Brought him to Ethel Ivrin to heal and gave him Anglachel.
- told Turin about The Curse ™
- Brought Turin to Nargothrond. ( Hi guys, this is my goth human friend. His name is… Bloodstained, son of Ill-Fate.)
- actually gave Orodreth good advice about fighting Angband bc “you know, I was THERE”
- ‘fell into dishonour’ bc he couldn’t fight anymore due to horrific physical trauma and the whole not-having-a-hand thing (we can’t all be Maedhros I-was-born-in-Valinor-and-live-for-SPITE Feanorian ok?)
- was ditched by Finduilas for aforementioned goth human friend, but was very gracious (take note Maeglin) and just wanted her to be ok
- warned Finduilas about The Curse ™
- fought at the battle for Nargothrond despite being weakened and maimed, and was mortally wounded
- was carried off the battlefield by Turin. With his last words Gwindor told Turin he loved him despite all the sorrow he’d brought, and that saving Finduilas was his last chance to avert The Curse ™.
In Conclusion, Gwindor is beautifully tragic and heroic and so loving and compassionate and I have a lot of feelings.
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alystraea · 4 months ago
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Maedhros
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alystraea · 4 months ago
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Legendarium by https://www.instagram.com/antonpixstudio/
Хочу представить вам прекрасные работы художника и иллюстратора Антона Токарева, проживающего в Тбилиси (Грузия). Итак, насладимся:
1. Teleri` ship
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2. Tirion upon Tuna
“But Earendil climbed the green hill of Tuna and found it bare; and he entered into the streets of Tirion, and they were empty; and his heart was heavy, for he feared that some evil had come even to the Blessed Realm. He walked in the deserted ways of Tirion, and the dust upon his raiment and his shoes was a dust of diamonds, and he shone and glistened as he climbed the long white stairs”
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3. Himring
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4. Tol Sirion
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5. Barad Eithel
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6. Menegroth in Doriath
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7. Nargothrond
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8. Dagor Bragollah
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alystraea · 4 months ago
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First doodle dump of the year! As always the style is all over the Fckn place
Feanor’s final moments inspired by this post • Glorf • Feanor’s final moments (serious) • my take on this lovely little headcanon about Idril Celebrindal • Luthien • Oropher & Gil-Galad • ghost Mags sketch based on this post • not one, but two different eldest grandkid portraits (I was gonna do all of them but I ran out of steam)
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