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firinaira · 4 months
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Maedhros sought for Elured and Elurin in the woods of Doriath.
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lycheesodas · 7 months
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Rising as if Weightless | A @tolkienrsb collaboration between @starspray and yours truly! 🤍🕊
“Oh,” Elwing said faintly. She felt the need to sit down, but locked her knees against it. “Then—have they been released from Mandos, my lord? I had not heard that you came in person to deliver such news.” “They have not, not yet,” said Námo, and to Elwing’s surprise his mouth softened into a small smile, there and gone again in the blink of an eye. “Your brothers are still very young; Mandos is not a place for children to grow. They are ready to return to the world, but unlike most others who pass through my halls they cannot make the journey across Valinor alone. Come to the gates of my halls with all swiftness, and you will find your brothers there.” He inclined his head, and was gone.
I am so honored to have my art chosen by one of my favorite writers (and favorite Elwing writer at that!) Thanks so much for being patient with me as I struggle with this artwork :')
Also! Funny story but I based this on one of the prompts on the suggestion sheet and that very prompter ended up picking this art to write for 😆 And I only found out before posting this 😶
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strelkovski · 1 year
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“O Children
Forgive us now for what we've done
It started out as a bit of fun”
- O Children by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
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Melian and her Descendants as Native Aotearoa Birds
For day 4 @tolkienofcolourweek
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A detailed image description is at the bottom of this post but I've listed the characters and their matching birds below.
Melian: hūia. A sacred bird, often considered to be one of the most beautiful birds in Aotearoa. Their feathers were traditionally only worn by people of high status.
Hūia were forest songbirds who paired for life and were utterly devoted to their partners. The pairs would fly and hunt together, caressing each other with their bills, singing duets back and forth. Often when a hūia died, its partner would die of grief a few days later (typically due to failing to eat or drink).
There was a sharp decline in the numbers of hūia after the arrival of European settlers in the 1840s. By the early 20th century, they had disappeared from our forests forever.
Lúthien: tūī. The most talented of our songbirds, a stunningly beautiful creature with iridescent blue-black feathers. Their double voicebox allows them to mimic almost any sound, including human speech. They often sing all day long.
Tūī are messengers to the gods. In Māori culture we might compliment a singer by saying that they have korokoro tūī, the throat of a tūī.
Also I'm feral about this quote:
Farmer and ornithologist Herbert Guthrie-Smith, writing in the early 20th century, observed of a female tui singing on the nest (tui are the only bird in the world to sing on the nest): “We were close to her, yet she sang as if her song could have no ending, as if the world was too full of the ecstasy of life for wrong and rapine to exist. The sun was shining above the flowing river, the leaves green, of every shape and shade; her great love had cast out fear.”
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Díor: kōtare, aka the sacred kingfisher. (Yes, okay, this is partially a joke about Dior being a sacred king.) Although kōtare are native to Aotearoa, they're also found in other countries. Most Eastern Polynesian cultures, including many Māori iwi, believe that kōtare have power over the ocean and waves.
Kōtare can sit motionless for hours while waiting for their prey, watching with perfect stillness. For this reason, a person who is alertly watching for enemies is sometimes compared to a kōtare.
Elured and Elurin: tara iti, aka fairy terns.
For Māori, terns in general are associated with people of high status. Tara iti are the smallest species of tern in Aotearoa, weighing in at about 70 grams (or 2.5 ounces). They're also our rarest breeding bird. Sadly, there are only about 40 individuals left.
Elwing: kōtuku - I expanded on this in another post
Elrond and Elros: North Island kōkako and South Island kōkako (respectively). Kōkako are blue-grey songbirds who often have a similar call to tūī, although with a slightly less extensive range of sounds. They love to sing duets; in fact, they sing the longest known duets of any bird in the world.
The North Island and South Island kōkakō are closely related but distinct sub-species. Although the North Island kōkako has been the subject of a successful conservation campaign, the South Island kōkako is considered possibly extinct. (The last two reliable sightings were in 2007 and 1967.) However, some people who walk the remote tracks of the South Island swear they've heard it singing.
Elladan and Elrohir: tīeke, aka the North and South Island saddlebacks. The two species are very difficult to tell apart for all but the most trained eyes. They're close relatives of kōkako and hūia.
Tīeke are notoriously fearless. In Māori culture, they're guardians and guides.
Arwen: Chatham Islands tūī. While these birds look extremely alike to mainland tūī, they sing a very different song.
(Since this bird is from the Chatham Islands, the Arwen faceclaim is a Moriori woman. Moriori are the indigenous people of the Chathams.)
Image description below cut due to length.
A series of paired images. Each pair has one bird and one faceclaim. All of the faceclaims, except for Arwen, are Māori.
1: Hūia and Melian. The hūia is a black bird with an orange wattle, long curved beak, and white at the end of its tail feathers. Melian is a dignified woman with light brown skin, brown hair, and a traditional chin tattoo. She wears traditional clothing and a pounamu (greenstone) ornament around her neck.
2: tūī and Luthien. The tūī is in flight. The light has caught its wings and tail feathers, making them look a vivid blue. Luthien is a light-skinned (but distinctly Māori) woman with long dark hair. She wears a black dress and a pounamu necklace.
3: a kōtare and Dior. The kōtare is a blue/black bird with a white neck and underside. It's in flight, carrying something in its mouth. Dior has dark brown skin and facial tattoos that mark him as someone of high rank. He wears a carved bone ornament in his hair, a pounamu necklace, and a traditional feather cloak.
4: tara iti and Elured and Elurin. The tara iti is visible from behind, its white wings spread, either landing or taking off. Elured and Elurin are infants swaddled in blankets side by side.
5: Kōtuku and Elwing. The kōtuku is a gorgeous white bird with a long neck and stilt-like legs. This one standing on a tuft of grass surrounded by water, looking down at its reflection. Elwing is a light-skinned, dark haired pregnant woman wearing a white cloak and cradling her stomach.
6: North Island kōkako (kōkako o Te Ika a Māui) and Elrond. The kōkako is a blue-grey bird with a black beak and blue wattle. The Elromd faceclaim is Alex Aiono (Ngati Porou, Samoa), a man with light brown skin and dark curly hair. In this photo he's shirtless, holding a flower and facing the righthand side of the image.
7: South Island kōkako (kōkako o Te Waipounamu) and Elros. The kōkako looks very similar to the bird above except for its orange wattle. The Elros faceclaim is also Alex Aiono, but in this image he's standing on a beach in front of the sea, smiling.
8: North Island saddleback (tīeke o Te Ika a Māui) and Elladan. The tīeke is a medium sized bird with a red wattle and mixed black/red-orange plumage. My Elladan faceclaim is Jordi Webber (Te Atiawa, Ngāti Toa, Te Arawa, Ngāti Raukawa, Ngāti Maniapoto). He's a young man with pale brown skin, wavy black hair, and grey eyes.
9: South Island saddleback (tīeke o Te Waipounamu) and Elrohir. He is also represented by Jordi Webber.
10: Chatham Islands tūī (tūī o Rēkohu) and Arwen. This tūī is sitting on a flax plant, but it looks very similar to the tūī photo from earlier. It has blue-black plumage, a white tuft at its throat and orange pollen on its head. The Arwen faceclaim is a smiling Moriori woman in front of trees. She has long brown hair, light brown skin and a white dress.]
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h00di3-00023 · 2 months
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I love them so much
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myceliumelium · 7 months
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I would like to hear all of your most unhinged gil-the-lad son of plothole theories
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This concept is based on one of my favorites, where Gil is actually either elured or elurin, rescued from the woods by someone. Maedhros? perhapse.
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curiouselleth · 6 months
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sesamenom · 9 months
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Day 7 Freeform for @tolkiengenweek: Luthien finding Daeron after the events of 'Of Beren and Luthien' !
(and yes that is in fact Elured and Elurin, yes i realized they should absolutely not be in the same time period as baby Dior, yes i accidentally smashed 2 ideas together in my brain and i didn't realize this until i was half done)
Inspired by a conversation I had with @sakasakiii about Luthien going back for daeron (since apparently the doriathrim didn't want him, or at least not enough to mount a thingol-scale rescue party).
Also partially inspired by another part of the same conversation in which Rin brought up the idea of Daeron going to rescue elured and eluril. Anyways after the accidental timeline-mashing, I decided that well, the forest around menegroth is full of enough weird maia magic to explain elured & elurin time traveling directly into luthien, beren, and daeron's house decades before they were supposed to be born- after all, occasional time travel to weird magic places is Lost Road canon right?
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What if the silvans found elured and elurin?
Like, a team of silvans were taking stock of the damage post-feanorian rampage and came across two twin elflings shivering inthe cold and just.... take them.
Listen, no one was gonna look for them, so free children!
The silvans were the first kidnap=adoption elves.
And it’s not like either of then really had a family to go back to (silvans can be very ruthless and callus when it comes to certain things).
So, they rescued (kidnapped) them and raised them as their own. (Yes, the silvans do have an orphanage. Orphans are a concept they are very familiar with).
And just...
Kinda..
Sorta...
Forget to tell the sindar and noldor elves.
Whoops.
Imagine either of them just showing up at a meeting with galadriel or elrond in the 3rd age, guarding thranduil (as is their jobs) and just introducing themselves as elurin and elurid, and galadriel and elrond just blue screen.
Neither twin really gets the big deal but the sindars are freaking out.
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What if the silvans also picked up maglor (they have a habit of taking in strays)
And maglor is simultaneously relieved and horrified bc “thank god they lived” and “i am so sorry for everything”.
Elurin & Elured: listen, we’re not happy with you, but we have bigger fish to fry and other problems that we can actually fix.
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raointean · 1 year
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Lúthien comes of age in safety and love. Her father rules in kindness and her mother shields the land from evil.
Dior comes of age in a time of unease. His father is strong and brave, his mother wise and bold, but the Fëanorians are a threat that ever hangs over his head.
Elwing comes of age in Valinor with her husband by her side and a trail of loss and woe behind them. Her sons are taken and her people are dead. The weight of responsibility is nearly enough to crush her.
Eluréd and Elurín do not come of age, they never had the chance.
Elrond and Elros come of age in a war zone. There is death and screaming, blood spills as often as rain. They have no parents, only each other. The world has never been safe for them. They know it never will be.
Elladan, Elrohir, and Arwen come of age in safety and love. Their mother is kind and wise, their father shields the land from evil.
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The lines between foresight and ptsd/anxiety must be reaallll blurred for the silm elves. Which is to say, when Elwing first held her twin sons in her arms, do you think a sliver of fear went down her spine? And when she succumbed to despair as her home burned down for the second time and her family was lost to her again, did she feel a sickening sense of inevitability? Did the faces of her sons seem also to be the faces of her brothers? Did she think, as she fell, that they never had a chance? And - until, thousands of years later when Elrond finally sailed - did she never quite believe that they survived, afterwards?
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braxix · 4 months
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Ummmm
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lycheesodas · 1 year
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family portrait 🥺
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bigpawart · 1 year
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The statue of Thingol watching the worst of the deeds of the Noldor
Oh my poor babies 😭 I hope somebody saves them.
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polutrope · 7 months
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Violence of its voice + Luthien 💖💖
Thank you for the prompt! This one took me a hot minute (three months), but I finally landed on a concept. Did you realise Lúthien probably knew her grandsons? I hadn't.
Lúthien gives tiny Eluréd and Elurín their first taste of a Song of Power. 365 words. On AO3.
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Since the Silmaril came to Tol Galen, Lúthien has gone down to the banks of Adurant each day at dusk and sung to the waters. A mortal hearing her song would think it sweet: a lullaby or hymn. But in it she winds the same power she harnessed to unbind rock, topple the world’s mightiest foe, and divert the course of Doom.
Tonight is the first time her grandsons have joined her. Eluréd’s wide, star-grey eyes are fixed on her. The light of the Nauglamír, resting on her breast, blazes on his round little face. He has a thumb in his mouth—a habit he should have lost by now, but he is nervous. Awed: it is the first time he has seen the Silmaril. He reminds Lúthien of herself: curious, innocent, unaware of his strength. She gently pulls his hand from his mouth, squeezes it in hers. 
“Don't worry," she says, "I will ensure you know your power."
Elurín is crouched down low beside her, watching the sparkle of the sinking sun in the water. With his silken silver hair, he reminds her of her father, and she is glad that the image of Elu Thingol is not altogether lost to the world. She hopes he will be guided towards greater wisdom.  
She lays a hand on his back. “Come, little one. It is time to sing.”
Elurín straightens. “Sing how, Nana Lu?” he asks.
“Listen and follow me. Your heart will tell you how.”
Lúthien closes her fingers around their tiny hands, one in each of hers. Her eyes fall shut. She sings her gentle melody, scarcely louder than the ripple of the river. But deep, deep beneath the current she buries a violent music. One that will break the will of any who dares the crossing with ill intent. 
The two children join her, their voices small and faint, but laced with quiet power even now. 
The song ended, she scoops them up from the ground, one small body balanced on each arm, and kisses the tops of their heads. Tears sting the edges of her eyes. She has always sung to protect those she loves, and she has never failed. But soon, she will not be here for them—and, for all her bliss, she is afraid. 
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h00di3-00023 · 2 months
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