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my mind

#checking in on the marauders fandom after like a decade only to see fat lily having taken off and real life dorcas/lily shippers #i def didn’t spend years working on a jily fic only to have to quit because i Saw Myself too much #aka had lily and dorcas hook up and lost my interest in jily entirely… definitely for no reason #i did not imprint on lily as a young child and accidentally come too close to realizing i was a lesbian through that #anyways wtf did they put in the marauders. i hate you jkr but. damn some of those little fellas are kinda fun…

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kyrie

on AO3 7.2k t, author chose not to use archive warnings Maglor, as the world crumbles.

It has been raining for three weeks, the sky oppressive and low, the sea coming up to meet it. Flocks of seabirds circle overhead, flying inland as the earth quakes and sinks. Great plumes of steam hiss mighty exhales where rivers of fiery rock meet the wrathful waves. The pyre of Beleriand: it suits as a grandiose reprise to the burning Swan-ships and brothers in the early days, one terrible concerto. Ered Luin crouches behind the plains in the East, veiled in filmy blue smoke. The Greater Gelion runs westwards from the hills, falling into the sea where the Belegaer is eating Beleriand, leaving behind mouthfuls of Himring and Dorthonion. The river is naught but a creek in these dark days.

Maglor stands upon on the decomposing remnants of his realm, looking to the West, to the cavernous, frothing sea. The rain is in his eyes.

#literally hello #the silmarillion #maedhros #maglor

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King Under The Mountain (2014)

#yeahhhhh #the hobbit

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i must not get takeout. takeout is the wallet-killer. takeout is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face the kitchen, fridge, and pantry. i will make choices about what to cook and then execute them. when hunger is gone there will be nothing. only i will remain.

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namiað

AO3 gen, no warnings. Maedhros discusses his abdication.

“What do you suppose my name should be?” Maedhros says, facedown. His back is still red and raw and hot under Maglor’s hands, cooling where the salve is rubbed into his skin. He hisses between his teeth when Maglor reaches his upper back, rubbing into the muscles around where his shoulder separated.

“Nelyo,” Maglor says, on the verge of exasperation.

“You know Nelui lacks dignity. Imagine Grandfather’s despair if I were to go by Nelui! I shudder at the thought.” Maedhros fake shudders, which ends in a bitten-off groan. Maglor tuts, and keeps rubbing Maedhros’ back, though with a lighter hand.

“Why this preoccupation with names? Two weeks ago, you could hardly recall your own,” Maglor says, uncertain. Maedhros’ grief is difficult to discern from his humour, and often they come twined together like fine yarn.

“I wonder if Ñolofinwë will keep the title,” Maedhros answers.

“What would that be?” Maglor hums. “Fingolfin? Finwë Ñolofinwë? Though he does not bear any right to that anymore, now that he has joined the host of the fleeing Noldor. And besides, the sound of Fingolfin is—” Maglor makes a face.

Maedhros turns his head to look at Maglor. His eyes are bright and clear and certain.

“Do you suppose Finelfin is any better?”

Maglor makes the same face.

“It is a burden to be borne,” he says, in that silly, affected way when he performs among well-mannered Eldar.

“Makalaurë,” Maedhros intones. Maglor ceases his ministrations and becomes that brother that Maedhros loves so well.

“I do not mean to take up Finelfin as my title. I know— Nelyafinwë is my birthright—"

Maglor interrupts with a sharp ai! on the inhale, breathy and quiet. Maedhros lifts his finger, and Maglor is silent.

“I bear Finwë’s lineage, though little good it does me in Beleriand, with Ñolofinwë’s people and ours on the verge of bloodshed. Nor would it be fit for the High King to be pulled from his people the way I must be. We did not come to Beleriand to rule, only to reclaim. We burned the boats, Káno, and a third of Ñolofinwë’s host was lost to the Helcaraxë.”

“You did not burn—”

“I stood aside only. I took no action against you. Would they see it any differently?”

“Would you not be a king renowned? Fëanor would have been a poor king, but you have a mind for it, and a care and talent. Do you not desire it?”

“I do,” says Maedhros, and his voice breaks. He pauses, pressing his hand to his eyes. “But any king with sense would see that he cannot rule a people so divided when he caused the division.”

Maglor begins to weep, then, great tears landing on Maedhros’ cheeks. “Do you still despair? Do you have so little faith in yourself?”

“I have hope,” says Maedhros simply. “Findekáno’s rescue has already begun to repair the wound between our kin. If I abdicate, and pass the crown to Fingolfin, we may yet build a power strong enough to repel Morgoth. We may yet look upon the Silmarils.”

Maglor searches Maedhros’ face with his dark eyes and relents, wiping his eyes with his sleeves, straightening. If his brother is of sound enough mind to work abdication to his advantage, then there must be merit to his words.

“If you choose to abdicate, you cannot use your father-name, and neither can the rest of us, though I expect Curvo will do it in spite of you.”

“Perhaps that is for the best,” Maedhros says with a wicked glint in his eye. “Findekáno is choosing Fingon as his Sindarin name, and Kanafinwë would follow the same pattern into Sindarin. You are a preening bird with all your vanity, and I do not think your pride could withstand sharing a name. Not to mention how confusing the histories would be! Would you be Fingon I or would Findekáno? Perhaps Mingonfin and Tadgonfin? It all seems rather—”

Maedhros yelps as Maglor grasps a modest handful of Maedhros’ hair and tugs.

#maedhros #maglor #i love them

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Colored a very old sketch that I still like; the lyrics is from “The Breaking of the Fellowship” by Howard Shore

#ouuughhhhh this is painful #lord of the rings #art

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I'm too impatient to paint but I try anyways

#oh my god #it reminds me of the little winnie the pooh books i had as a kid :) #lord of the rings #art

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I can finally share my @whetherornozine piece in full!

The zine is wonderful and packed with beautiful writing and art! It’s still available here and all proceeds go to rainbowrailroad

#little sweethearts #lord of the rings #art

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maedhros' morning

inspired by @russingon 's tweet about his cat !

#oh man #nelyo!!! #the silmarillion #art

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Fingolfin’s last stand ✧

#UHHHHH #yeahhhhhhh #the silmarillion #art

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Another short LOTR comic I made, adapted from the chapter “Journey in the Dark” in Fellowship of the Ring.

I really felt Frodo’s homesickness in this passage, and the beginnings of his deep regret for how things are unfolding as well as what will never be again. Also love getting a glimpse of the friendship/allyship of Elves and Dwarves of old because of mithril, and of course had to sneak in Celebrimbor and Narvi. My favorite part of Rings of Power has been Khazad-dûm and the dwarves thriving (for ONCE!!)

#oh my god #lord of the rings #art

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Inktober days 13-15

Kind | Empty | Armadillo

#:’) #the silmarillion #art

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me, quietly whispering to the ao3 page of an author who doesn’t even know I exist: I am obsessed with you

#clothonono <3

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the boy

#oh my god #the silmarillion #art

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Inktober days 7-9

Trip | Match | Nest

#i am looking so intently at this #the silmarillion #art

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Pages from the earliest manuscript of The Hobbit

#the hobbit #tolkien

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My favorite Tolkien illustrations by Cor Blok in no particular order:

Bilbo and Gollum. Bilbo is the moon for some reason which is cool i guess

Smeagol and Deagol. I love the seaweed in the background, great attention to detail

Frodo serving Robin Hood-realness at his and Bilbo’s birthday party. Literally iconic

Isildur taking the ring from Sauron. Its great but I would like to see more of Sauron than just his hand, because I think he has the potential to look really cool

Pippin jumping into the bath at Crickhollow… no comment

Bilbo gives the Mithril coat to Frodo. Great poses, very stiff and awkward. I like it.

The fellowship. This one is a classic.

Gandalf and the balrog. Amazing

Boromir trying to take the ring from Frodo. I love the way he reaches for his sword, it looks very natural

Merry and Pippin and Treebeard. I like his legs and the fact that it looks like he’s wearing shorts.

#cor blok i love you i love you i love you #cor blok #art