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nighttimepatrons · 3 days
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So I just read that Moregoth crafted a crown of iron in which he set the silmarils and the it was dreadfully heavy and he never took it off ect ect
and I just love the idea that Morgoth makes a crown so massive that it becomes a burden too him. So here are some sketches of how his crown might look like and a close up of my favorite design, though i want to do more work on it.
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ettelenethelien · 2 days
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Pour one out for all of Aulë's other law-abiding Maiar who are never again going to be trusted with anything of importance for the rest of history
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eonweweek · 2 days
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Hello everyone,
we are pleased to announce the coming of Eönwë Week, a fandom event dedicated to our favourite Herald.
The event will run from August 12th to 18th 2024, so save the date!
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cilil · 2 days
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𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞
𓄌 Characters/pairings: Tulkas x Nessa, Oromë, Vána 𓄌 Synopsis: Tulkas attempts a proposal, Nessa issues a challenge and Oromë has an idea. Or: A brief origin story of the feast. 𓄌 Warnings: / 𓄌 Oneshot (~1.2k words)
"My lady Nessa..." 
Nessa giggled when she saw Tulkas' normally jolly expression change into a more serious one, but gracefully placed her hand on his outstretched one after one more playful pirouette. 
"Yes? What is it?" 
Tulkas was even redder than after his hunts with Oromë, he could feel it. He also felt the eyes of his best friend and companion on him, could sense his nod of encouragement without seeing it, and noticed other nearby Ainur glancing in their direction too. What he meant to ask her was a distinctly private matter, and unfortunately it seemed as though he wasn't going to get privacy right now - but to make a flimsy excuse and leave would be cowardly, and he would permit no cowardice in front of the lady he was courting. 
"Have you, um..." Tulkas' brow furrowed as he searched for words. "...considered getting married?" 
The second these words were out of his mouth, it felt as if the world around him stilled. Even the wind died down — damn Manwë's curiosity — and Nessa stopped moving around, looking up at him with wide, contemplative eyes. 
"Not really." A huge, toothy grin appeared on her face, and there was something distinctly wolfish about it, reminiscent of her brother. "Why?" 
"Because I would like to... ask if you... umm..." Despite his best efforts, Tulkas failed to properly formulate the question he had been meaning to ask. Nessa's mien was disarming in the best and worst way possible, making him stammer and stumble over his own words, entranced by her wild, mischievous pride. 
"Would the great Lord Tulkas ask for my hand in marriage?" she challenged him. 
"I would." 
"But surely you understand that I cannot wed you without testing you." 
"Of course, my lady. Ask of me what you will and it shall be done," Tulkas said. He had never been one to back down from any sort of challenge, and he felt light with relief as she voiced what he hadn't managed to convey. This, he thought, he knew; this he could do. 
"Very well." Nessa pulled back her hand and took a few steps back, dancing and twirling as she went.
"I am certain my brother has instructed you in the ways of the hunters," she began, "as a warrior I know you are peerless, but I wish to see how you fare in the ways of our family." 
"There is no beast I wouldn't catch for you and no enemy I wouldn't overcome!" Tulkas proclaimed. The Ainur around them had begun to whisper, but he cared little for them. 
Nessa merely laughed and then, with one more elegant hop, shifted into the shape of a white deer. 
"No beast you wouldn't catch? Well, my lord, your prey shall be none other than I. Hunt me if you dare and catch me if you are able."
"As you wish," Tulkas accepted her challenge and got ready to chase the deer. 
"Careful," Oromë's voice cautioned in his mind, "she is the wildest and fiercest prey you could ever hunt. Do not take this challenge lightly."
"I shan't," Tulkas reassured him merrily. 
With one final glance over her shoulder, Nessa began to run, and he gave chase. 
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Tulkas had never doubted his abilities before. It was not in his nature to hesitate, falter or question, but to ever press on with a smile on his lips and laughter bubbling in his chest. 
Nessa, however, made him wonder if he had bitten off more than he could chew. 
He could keep up with Nahar when he hunted together with Oromë, but she was swifter than the two of them, steadily gaining distance no matter how fast he ran after her. As if to taunt him, she ran across the plains of Arda for a while, before finally reaching a nearby forest and disappearing between the trees. 
Tulkas searched for her of course. It felt as though he had run past every single tree in the forest when he finally slowed down, panting and glistening with sweat, his proud golden hair matted and sticking to his skin. His entire fána was covered in dirt, leaves and a few stray twigs and vines he had trampled during his wild chase, and his eyes searched in vain for the white deer, finding no more traces of her. He thought about trying to look for hoof prints or pieces of fur in order to track her instead, but decided that the sister of the Great Hunter was certainly too smart and skilled to leave such things behind. 
Dejected, Tulkas began making his way home. To admit his failure to his best friend and the others would be humiliating, but he cared less about his pride and more about his failure to live up to Nessa's standards. She had, and of that Oromë and Manwë had assured him, shown herself to be amenable to his courtship, so surely she hadn't given him an impossible task — perhaps he simply wasn't worthy of her yet. 
When Tulkas trudged across the plains of Arda, he suddenly heard the sound of hooves and turned to see the white deer he had so desperately sought — with none other than Vána sitting on her back, riding her with nonchalant elegance. 
"Did you catch her?" he asked in disbelief. 
Vána smiled mysteriously, and her demeanour made it obvious that she knew exactly what deeper purpose his unsuccessful hunt had. Tulkas tried not to look too ashamed. 
"In a way," she said and shook her long hair, causing sweet-smelling golden pollen to fill the air around her. Nessa turned her head to sniff it and appeared to be pleased. 
"Ah, you lured her in," Tulkas said, nodding sagely. "Good tactic, it seems." 
"Someone has to bring the poor lady home, if it isn't going to be you," Vána teased and gently urged Nessa to move. 
"Come on. Let us go back to Almaren." 
Tulkas nodded in agreement and walked beside the pair. He had failed his challenge, but at least he wouldn't be returning empty-handed. 
"I have been thinking," Oromë announced. He was lying on his back underneath a tree, staring up at its leafage in deep thought. 
"About Nessa and I?" Tulkas asked, equally sheepish and curious. 
"A hunter and a hunted... a challenge, a chase, courtship and passion..." Oromë pondered aloud instead of answering, then turned his head and smiled at his friend. "It seems to me like it could work well as a tradition of sorts. Perhaps I shall even ordain a feast to celebrate the wild and primal tendencies of us Ainur and the Children to come. What do you think?" 
"If that means I get to try my luck again, I'm already in favour of this feast of yours," Tulkas chuckled, attempting to make light of his own misfortune. 
Oromë's mien softened with compassion. "Don't take it to heart, my friend. I don't think Nessa thinks less of you for it; she merely is capricious and wild like the beasts in the forests where we feel at home. Such things are a game to her, and she does enjoy winning." 
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sempermoi · 2 months
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Nienna
It’s been a while again since I drew the lady with the eternal tears ^^ I wanted to draw her in a more tarot card style this time
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ylieke · 8 months
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Manwe~
Understandably sad on the basis of his brother being primordial Evil And also like the idea that he looks very similar to Melkor, tho much softer
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lowcountry-gothic · 2 years
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Finrod and Sauron
Battle of Unnumbered Tears
The Guardians of Gondolin
Túrin Turambar
The Ruin of Doriath
The Voyage of Eärendil
The End of the Curse
Dome and Foam
Three Rings
Bard the Dragon Slayer
Art by Wavesheep. Part I | Part II | Part III.
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ainurweek · 8 months
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Which Gandalf are you today? ✨
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Where the rivalry/tense relationship of the 9 walkers isn’t between the dwarf and the elf, but between the elf and the maia.
Legolas, when he realizes he has to be in proximity of an ainur for days on end: ah
Gandalf, when he realizes the elf going on the quest is a silvan, a people the Ainur have a tumultuous relationship with: mnnnn
Gandalf and legolas repeatedly saying in their head: it’s for middle earth
Legolas, realizing that, while the ainur have a history of not taking responsibility of their own kind’s actions and having a habit of overinflated ego, gandalf is at least trying to do smth about it: you’re ok i guess.
Gandalf, realizing that legolas is at least willing to remain civil and that it could have been worse, it could have been Lasgen: i’ll take it
Gandalf and Legolas getting into lowkey passive aggressive fights on the credibility of the valar (or lack there of) that bewilders everyone else
Gandalf: head to lothlorien
Legolas: are you kidding me?
Gandalf: *dies taking out a balrog*
Legolas: Are you fucking kidding me?!
It’s essentially a rivalry between an atheist and god.
Legolas, looking gandalf dead in the eye: the gods may judge me, but their sins out number my own
Gandalf: *looks at the camera like he’s in the office*
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amathris · 4 months
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sky around
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crysdrawsthings · 3 months
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We stan our unintentionally hilarious king
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nighttimepatrons · 3 days
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Extremely important to me that Morgoth is shorter than balrogs
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anattmar · 1 year
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Manwë 👁
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Some of the many thoughts I had whilst reading the Silmarillion:
"What the fuck?!", "you can't be serious", "DON'T DON'T!", "oh dear lord", "hear we go", "you absolute idiot", "Why? Just Why?", "Well I'm now depressed", "Oh I like him (dies) OH F*CKING COME ON", "(another character dies) another bites the dust", "does no one here have a brain cell?", "well maybe it can't get any wor- JESUS WEPT HOLY SH*T!!!"
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cilil · 5 months
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Eru: Behold, children! I created the first of the Maiar!
Manwë: Oh! How cute!😍 (taps Eönwë's crib)
Eönwë: (starts chirping, full hungry baby bird mode)
Ossë: (starts violently shaking his crib while imitating storm noises)
Mairon: (signature look of superiority)
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sempermoi · 1 month
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Varda
I just really enjoy drawing deities in a tarot style ^^
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