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Concept: Elrond is, by Middle-Earth standards, a perfectly respectable level of fancy. You know, he's an elf-lord, he has plenty of robes with intricate embroidery or layers of flowing fabric, he wears finely-crafted jewelry, especially during formal occasions. He's elegant, but not gaudy– there are some tasteful references to his various ancestors in his outfits, he's got a whole image. He assumes that this is like, standard for the Noldor.
What Elrond failed to realize when he sailed to Valinor is that the expectations for "Middle-Earth elf lord with vaguely Noldorian implications" and "Noldor prince in the Blessed Realm" are two very different things. He goes to a feast and everyone is dressed like they'll die if they're not wearing four layers of skirts and at least 20 pounds of gems and precious metals. He shows up to Finarfin's court wearing more jewelry than he ever would've worn in Rivendell and people still flash him strange looks and ask him whether he wasn't feeling up to dressing up that night. He'll braid his hair in the half-up half-down style he often wore in Rivendell and it'll cause a scandal because– gasp– Elrond had part of his hair loose. In public. Noldor keep giving him jewelry because they've collectively decided that he's clearly been deprived in Middle Earth. He's confused and a little bit afraid, frankly.
Thankfully, most of the attention is taken off Elrond when Tirion is engulfed in drama the likes of which hasn't been seen for hundreds of years. The cause? Galadriel showing up in Tirion with her hair entirely loose, and no jewelry to speak of. Her robes are entirely plain. Her only adornment is her unbearably smug smirk.
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wisesnail · 2 months
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"High upon the shoulders of Thangorodrim [Fingon] climbed, and looked in despair upon the desolation of the land; but no passage or crevice could he find through which he might come within Morgoth's stronghold. Then […] he took his harp and sang a song of Valinor […]; and his voice rang in the mournful hollows that had never heard before aught save cries of fear and woe. Thus Fingon found what he sought."
Tolkien, J. R. R. (2013). The Silmarillion. HarperCollins.
Aka Fingon finally finds Maedhros
Prints and other stuff on my RedBubble and Threadless
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maironsmaid · 7 months
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Y'all need to see this omfg this is so good holy shit I'm so normal about this
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matias-crtz-art · 2 months
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Finrod.
"Thunder rumbles, the fires burn"
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anattmar · 26 days
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and thereafter he wandered ever upon the shores, singing in pain and regret beside the waves
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mandhos · 6 months
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day of the lamps~
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mirra-kan · 2 months
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«A king is he that can hold his own
or else his title is vain» - Maedhros, Silmarillion.
I know it's Maedhros and Maglor week on Tumblr @maedhrosmaglorweek but I don't have anything new to post. What I do have is this Maedhros I never posted as an image before. And I thought it's the best time to post it. The Burden: Maedhros and Maglor diptych link
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feanors-silmarils · 2 months
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Commission of Fëanor done for me by the wonderful @lordm-art ! Thank you so very much for this lovely commission!
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elfinfen · 2 months
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Maeglin for intea ✨ handsome prince with a twilight soul
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rinthecap · 3 months
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Helcaraxë - when the sun rises
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ofmiceandwomen · 26 days
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It’s been a long time since I did any Tolkien art. @naarisz , thank you for this dtiys challenge!
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whiteladyofithilien · 3 months
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"our most beloved star" is such a fun way to say "that rock my relatives killed a lot of people over that's in the sky now"
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Beleriand is gone and Tol Himling remains. No one lives there, few dare to venture close. Even years later, the fortress feels like bitter grief and pained endurance.
The remaining Noldor– and there aren't many of them by the Second Age– start sailing there. It's not far from the shore; an easy enough journey, even for someone with little seafaring experience.
One day, someone– no one is sure who– takes one of the broken pieces of Himling's walls, carves Maedhros's name into it, and sets it as a tombstone. After that, more graves appear, slowly at first, then more quickly. Old battle-songs and tributes to the dead are carved and painted into the walls. Soon, the meadow around the old fortress is full of memorials, some made from the ruins, others lovingly crafted and brought from the mainland. For all the Noldor fought amongst themselves in the First Age, now their headstoens stand together. In the cemetery, the House of Finwe is united in death as it never was in life. Graves for Feanor and Fingolfin sit side-by-side in a sorrowful peace neither lived to see.
Himring stood on an icy mountaintop where the snow never melted, but Tol Himling does not. One spring the barren meadow blooms, red poppies and blue forget-me-nots. It flowers every year after, new hues and blossoms appearing annurally until the graves are surrounded by a colorful sea of flowers.
Not many Noldor choose to sail west– most that go back to Valinor go in death– but those that do leave tokens on Himling before they leave, broken weapons and battered armor. Maybe they do it to leave something with the dead who may never return from Mandos. Maybe they do it because like the dead, their fight in Middle-Earth has ended.
Men who sail by the island– always by, never to– are very sure that there are ghosts there. To them, the place seems strange and misted, and every figure there looks like a shade. They speak of a golden-haired warrior who spends hours talking to some of the graves, a king who dutifully cares for the tombstones, wiping away dust and moss, the strange dark-haired figure who comes every year to sow wildflower seeds. But those aren't the spirits of the Noldor dead. Only those who would remember them.
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strelkovski · 3 months
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Experiment with no line art with these two little meow meows
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matias-crtz-art · 1 month
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Aegnor & Andreth.
You are no Beren, nor I Lúthien— our fates are sundered by the fathomless Sea.
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giganticmarshmallow · 2 months
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Maitimo wrote some light poetry ;)
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