misbehavingmaiar:

Melian? The maia? She cowers in her woods; all her mind bent on hiding from me. You have a very active imagination if you think she could do me any harm. 

And her daughter… What makes you think I wouldn’t crush the little lily under my foot? Or pluck her petals one by one? Her Ainur blood must make her very resilient. We might have decades together, she and I, before she wilted. What do you think of that, thou screeching kettle of a piper! 

misbehavingmaiar:

House of the Mole — RivkaZ 2014

A lord in his finery ought not to be in the mines, the court says; but the mines are his, and he cares less for finery than for the secrets of the earth, and the solitude he finds beneath it.   

 

((I will admit, I used the palette meme as a starting point, but I then I added a second palette, and then I threw both of those to the wind and used a gamut map instead— because I  like to make things difficult for myself I guess? Anyway! Maeglin gives me a lot of trouble whenever I draw him, and this was no exception. His face and I battled long into the night, but I think I beat it into submission at last. 

It seems I like drawing elves with shaved hair… I imagine Maeglin gave himself a Noldorin undercut after he came to Gondolin, because daddy would have hated it. )) 

misbehavingmaiar:

Color Pallet Challenge: Maedhros (11) —RivkaZ 2014

Took a stab at a quick background! And I tried to keep the color fidelity of the pallet instead of blending them this time. This one took about half as long to do as Celebrimbor and it’s a little messier, but I think it was more successful as an exercise. 

? (Barahir)

findaratoldyouso:

It was just after I gifted you my ring that I wished I might take it all back, gather up it and my oath and tuck it back inside myself, never offered, never given. I can say to you with a conscience as clear as I can manage that the regret lasted only a moment as I assimilated my oath into my being. Only a moment as I looked at you and saw a courage and a beauty I remembered in others and yet wholly your own.

You had earned my fealty even as you and your fathers and sworn themselves to me in times past.

Yet still for that moment I regretted it and I was frightened for as I had ever felt the weight of my Doom it was only then that I felt it close itself around my chest like a cage and slowly, slowly press so that which each day I had less room to breath. In your courage and your beauty was my fall and in your rescue was my death. I knew it. I felt.

But only for a moment did I regret it. 

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