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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 · 4 months ago
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And the Lords of Gondolin series continues with Duilin of the Swallow!! We don’t know much about Duilin save that he was “swiftest of all men to run and leap and surest of archers at a mark”. (Fall of Gondolin)
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tolkienillustrations · a year ago
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Eärendil by Alystraea  
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tolkienillustrations · a year ago
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‘I go to find the Sun!’ by Alystraea
Legolas watched them for a while with a smile upon his lips, and then he turned to the others. ‘The strongest must seek a way, say you? But I say: let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow — an Elf.’ With that he sprang forth nimbly... ‘Farewell!’ he said to Gandalf. ‘I go to find the Sun!’ Then swift as a runner over firm sand he shot away, and quickly overtaking the toiling men, with a wave of his hand he passed them, and sped into the distance, and vanished round the rocky turn.
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marveldailyart · 13 days ago
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So the rest of this issue is Rahne writing a story with herself as a Disney princess named Alystraea, and the brave Prince Duncan who has been attacked by the Silver Sorceress and the Black Baron! I assume this is foreshadowing somehow.… #marvel #newmutants https://instagr.am/p/COeUfMhBQu1/
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crocordile · 2 months ago
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screenshot of my brain noise whenever i think of the athrabeth
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(art source: https://www.deviantart.com/alystraea/art/Athrabeth-Finrod-ah-Andreth-849955645 )
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cinemairon · 2 months ago
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Beleg
For my friend @alystraea because I felt like it, trying out some brushes.
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alicebeckstrom · 2 months ago
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To which [the Messengers of Manwë] answered: “You know that [Eärendil] has a fate apart, and was adjudged to the Firstborn who die not; yet this also is his doom that he can never return again to mortal lands.” ~ The Silmarillion, Akallabêth (Gil-Estel by alystraea, deviantART) #thedownfallofnumenor
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elesianne · 4 months ago
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Favourite works of 2020
I was tagged by @houndsofvalinor-art and @alystraea, thank you!
Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!
I wrote and posted more in 2020 than during any year before and I do love pretty much all of the fics I finished (unloved works also tend to remain unposted, lol) so choosing works for this was difficult but here are 6+2 of my favourites from the 24 fics I finished in 2020.
1. is Ever-beloved, my exploration of Eldalótë/Edhellos's life from childhood to death, with a focus on her marriage to Angrod. It's a romance story, definitely, but in it I finally managed to cover in one fic all the tumultuous events that the members of the house of Finwë go through. Well, up to Dagor Bragollach, because [spoilers]. I enjoyed getting to know the house of Finarfin much better both through research into everything that HoME says about them and by developing Edhellos, Angrod, Aegnor and Orodreth's characterisations beyond quick mentions for the first time. I also enjoyed writing another quiet, gentle protagonist, showing the inner strength that such a character can have.
2. Of Míriel's line is the 'baby sequel' about Caranthir and Tuilindien having their first child. Romance, a bit of angst (courtesy of Caranthir's inherited fears about the dangers of child-bearing), tons of fluff, and family interactions – all my favourite things to write in one fic! Bits of this fic are from 2017, including the child's name, but most I wrote last year, and stitched all the little bits together – this fic is another one of my (many, many) Frankenstein's monsters…
3. Out of all the fics I wrote last year, I probably had the most pure fun writing Pink dress and high heels, suit and tie (AO3, Tumblr). I initially wrote it in bullet-points because 1) I was afraid I wouldn't be able to capture it in words fast enough (it was one of those fics that arrived in my brain fully formed and demanded, screaming, to be written down) and 2) because it felt so indulgent – being an AU of my own fic – that I didn't know if I'd find the nerve to post it. I found the nerve to make the changes to turn it into a proper little fic and post it, several people loved it which made me very happy, and I've been fighting the urge to write a sequel. Writing a modern AU for a change was fun, and I could finally use as many modern swearwords as I felt the characters' emotional state warranted!
4. In the sun, you (AO3; Tumblr) was my first attempt at writing about the Edain, and my second femslash. I'm proud that I managed to find a 'voice' for Haleth, and I enjoyed writing a… quiet story about strong emotions. I loved crafting the few, short, but very meaningful sentences that Haleth and Aeres say to each other.
5. In another world (AO3, Tumblr) was inspired by @houndsofvalinor-art's lovely art for the TRSB and is my attempt to give Aredhel a slightly kinder fate, at least for a little while. I liked exploring Aredhel and Celegorm's characters at this point in time and how they are together, and the nebulous borders of friendship and attraction and love, and the exceptions that people make for those they love.
6. Inspired by the line 'But it is said that released soon from Mandos, he went to Valinor and there dwells with Amárië' (HoME 11, Grey Annals) and by Rhapsody's digimanip for the TRSB, The faithful is the fic about Amárië and Finrod that I've been trying to write for years. It did not turn out quite as I expected or hoped but I like it anyway. I wanted to explore and build up Amárië – what did she do during the centuries that Finrod was gone? Surely not just sit and pine? – and Finrod after his death and re-embodiment – what does he now want, having lost much but also regained the chance for other things? – and how they renegotiate their relationship on new, perhaps more equal footing.
+1 About 95% of Your spirit calling out to mine was written during 2016, 2017, 2018 and 2019 (sigh) but that crucial last 5% I wrote in the first week of 2020 so I'll mention it here. It remains and will likely remain for a long time the fic I'm the proudest of. My novel-length elf romance! With many warts and weaknesses, but also a lot of good stuff and nice lines and even some worldbuilding (which I hate doing, lol).
+2 is a fic I've finished but haven't posted because there's a part missing in the Lothíriel/Éomer series before it: A queen's honour, about Lothíriel and Éomer's first serious argument. It has a different tone and attitudes than my fics usually do, and it's a small, neat little fic, and I look forward to posting it one day. A snippet can be read here.
I don't know if they've been tagged already but off the top of my head, I'll tag @arofili @absynthe--minded @cosmicgong @katarrinskey @alkarinqque @busymagpie @aamuusva @forth-eorlinga
Tumblr seems to be making some mentions and links invisible no matter what I try, grr! I hope they work anyway.
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naryaflame · 4 months ago
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2020 Fic Highlights
Thank you for tagging me, @alystraea!  Your beautiful artwork always brightens my day. Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!
This has been a year of short-ish stories for me.  In picking my favourites, I realised that all of them, in some way, deal with life, death, and renewal or acceptance - perhaps appropriate, after what we’ve all been through over the last 10-12 months.
So without further ado, here’s my “best of” for 2020... Undómiel.   Of the banner that Arwen wove for Aragorn, and of the power, history, and craft behind it.  
(G; gen with background Aragorn/Arwen; 600 words; no warnings.)
Come Away, O Human Child and its companion piece, With a Faery, Hand in Hand.  A pair of fics about the orphaned twins left behind at the end of Tolkien’s The Lay of Aotrou and Itroun.  Dark-ish fairy tale elements and post-canon extrapolation.  
(G; gen; 1k words each; choose not to warn.)
What We May Become.   The story of Caranthir and Finrod's relationship, spanning Valinor and Beleriand, wars and oaths, life and death - and, eventually, rebirth.  Written for TRSB20; inspired by art by the amazing Dalandel.  
(R; M/M; 9k words; canonical character death; please heed the tags and warnings.)
The Silver Mirror.   Two intrepid Hobbits explore Tol Himling, where they find an unusual artefact that is more than it seems.  My attempt at an M. R. James-style ghost story set in Middle-earth.  
(Choose not to rate or warn; gen with F/F elements; 2.8k words.)
Upon a Midnight Clear.  A different kind of ghost story, Christmassy and bittersweet.   One dark, frozen night in 19th century Massachusetts, Maglor picks up an unexpected passenger.
(G; gen; 3.6k words; choose not to warn but it really isn’t at all scary.)
Tagging @joyfullynervouscreator @lathalea @hauntedsiriel @ettelene @cycas @grundyscribbling @dalandel @gellalaer @fizzyxcustard @estethell @guardianofrivendell @geetimesthree @bodhvild @piyo13sdoodles @lenachangms @thefatedfinwe @nienna324 @essenceofarda @hhimring @princess-faelivrin @une-amie and anyone else who wants to play.
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mellar1l · 4 months ago
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2020 Art Highlights
Thank you for tagging me @houndsofvalinor-art!! Please go check out her page if you haven’t already, her watercolors are breathtaking.
Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!
2020 was a crazy year and art kept me going. I’ll go in chronological order here because I think it’s fun to look at progress!
1. Maglor - Late Night Jazz Lounge. So, long story short, in March, the hospital I work at goes on red alert and next thing you know I’m at home wondering what to do with myself. It also happened to be Feanorian Week, and something about jazz singers– moody, soulful and mysterious– reminds me of Maglor, still wandering the earth singing his elegies to the past. I had a lot of fun with the colors and composition - at this point it still takes me hours to render figures and I mostly stick to a realistic, reference-heavy style. This is also my first Tumblr post! Heyo!
2. Nerdanel and Fëanor. Fëanor took the counsel of none, save for a time that of his wife, Nerdanel the Wise. This art was about vulnerability and closeness. And I painted it entirely without the use of a textured brush so I could experiment with shape-refinement and blending. Definitely a challenge.
3. The Rescue of Maedhros. My take on an iconic scene, inspired by The Abduction of Psyche. I don’t headcanon Russingon as much as I used to, but there is no denying they love one another very much– and that in an Arda where the houses of the Noldor are split and Morgoth’s strength is growing, that friendship saves elven-kind for the time being. 
4. Aegnor and Andreth - Unfinished Memory. My half of a fic/art collaboration for TSRB with Rogercat who wrote a lovely accompanying fic. I envisioned this as the moment Aegnor realizes Andreth’s mortal life is as precious and transient as that of the moth she’s holding, and decides to leave her because he can’t bear to see her grow old and die– hence leaving the memory of their love intentionally unfinished. I really like how the skin tones came out in this one.
5. The Healing Hand. This is a fanfic actually! Also made for TSRB this year to go with this amazing artwork. I hadn’t written anything for 2 years, but the art inspired me to write a story about a reconciliation between the houses of Fëanor and Fingolfin, and people who once loved each other try and come to terms with what’s been done. And then, interleaved, the Maedhros’s first-person war diary from the events of the Nirnaeth Arnoediad. I absolutely love writing, and that feeling after finishing a fic of having created a whole experience for these imaginary people. I also learned I’m incapable of writing anything less than 30k words. But writing both fanfiction and original work is definitely something I want to keep working at. 
6. Elwing - Heir of Lúthien. When I drew this I was a little burnt out and all I could thing was Elwing... bird... feathers... dress. But I quite like the chaotic result. 
7. Maeglin - Son of Twilight. No matter what, I always come back to Maeglin, the orphan with so much potential who ended up doing such evil. Somehow I end up very satisfied with any artwork I make of him - I think because I care about him so much, and end up taking the extra time. But I like this piece because it’s a nice blend between the realism I started with, and a more minimalistic, stylized approach that I think I’ll continue with this aesthetic for a few pieces more. Art is such a challenging but mesmerizing journey for me and I can’t wait to continue to improve.
Thank you to everyone who followed me this year - your support in the forms of likes, reblogs, comments, and tags truly made my day every time. Here’s to more art in 2021!
I tag (sorry in advance for duplicate tags: @alystraea, @arlenianchronicles, @ayaosguqin, @auriofthefountain, @telpefinde, @maedhrosrussandol, @arofili, and absolutely anyone else who sees this and wants to join!
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alicebeckstrom · 4 months ago
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Of [the Edain] was sprung, upon the side of his fathers, Bright Eärendil; and in the Lay of Eärendil it is told how at the last, when the victory of Morgoth was almost complete, he built his ship Vingilot, that Men called Rothinzil, and voyaged upon the unsailed seas, seeking ever for Valinor; for he desired to speak before the Powers on behalf of the Two Kindreds, that the Valar might have pity on them and send them help in their uttermost need. Therefore by Elves and Men he is called Eärendil the Blessed, for he achieved his quest after long labours and many perils, and from Valinor there came the host of the Lords of the West. But Eärendil came never back to the lands that he had loved. ~ The Silmarillion, Akallabêth [Earendil by alystraea, deviantART]
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yonaofthetrees · 6 months ago
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Art challenge! Color in random shapes and then add faces to them or anything you want.
This is the one I did!
@theelvenhaven @inserttrendymeme @thefatedfinwe @red-riding @alystraea @pistachiozombie
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lordoftheringsfanart · 7 months ago
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King Finrod and Andreth the Wise-woman, by alystraea Source: https://ift.tt/3j3ISWG
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fernstrike · 7 months ago
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Thank you.
It’s taken a while to get to this point, but on October 13 and 14 we had no new cases in the migrant worker dormitories this Singapore. As of today there is 1, but I pray that the detection and isolation will mean that case numbers continue to remain low or return to zero, and that no further major outbreaks occur.
This is belated, but I wanted to wait for the point that I felt I could say it: thank you. Thank you everyone who donated to the fundraiser I ran with @alystraea from May to August this year. Donors gave to all 4 campaigns, and we were delighted to learn that the Singaporean government also announced that it would match those donations until March 2021. Because of this, we ended up raising SGD $350 in total. I cannot stress how important each dollar was in supporting the programs run by local NPOs, which were instrumental in helping the migrant workers and other vulnerable communities in their time of need. Nor can I overemphasise how important it was that so many people reblogged the post and spread the word about what was happening. These people have a right to proper healthcare, better legal protections, better wages, and an end to the unfair social stigma surrounding them. Thank you for playing a part in the journey to give them that.
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cinemairon · 8 months ago
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For my dear friend @alystraea ‘s birthday
Happy birthday dear!
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