Art vs Artist: RivkaZ aka Wesleyart
Month: May 2016
Idril Celebrindal and Aredhel
Princess of Gondolin and the White Lady of the Noldor
I imagine they were good friends when alone but when Aredhel spent time with the sons of Fëanor Idril always kept her distance. When they moved to Gondolin their friendship grew. She has a ability to judge character and has the gift to sense intent and to a lesser degree sense certain foreknowledge. She is careful with advise but greatly enjoys light conversation with anyone that she deems has pure intent, if not she will probably treat you passive aggressively.
Aredhel is less concerned with politics and more concerned with more enjoyable things. She did not judge nor scorn in secret, she is straightforward and prefer more active pastimes such as riding and hunting. Her carelessness is what eventually leads to her being ensnared by Eöl, but it was a carelessness that had grown only because of the years of restraint in Gondolin. Her genuine personality makes it hard not to like her but Idril could sometimes find her unwillingness discuss serious matters somewhat off putting. I like to think Aredhel was very intelligent, but liked to pretend the world was different than it really was, something Idril did not.
Here they both walk barefoot in one of the gondolin gardens, but Idril preferred to be barefoot at all times.
@vefanyar said: Something sweet and femslash-y? (I’m not predictable at all, nope!)
but you’re predictable in the best kind of way! 😀
I am coming
for all the monsters that ever touched him,
I am coming
for all the ones who twisted his stars into shadows,
They turned him into a nightmare,
So I’m going to be theirs.
Cursed Jewelry–RivkaZ 2016
✧, if the offer of corrupting jewelry remains open!

Your hoard will grow and grow, and though your lair overfloweth, your lust for new stories will outpace it. Your word-trove will never be empty, your leather-bound companions never far from your grasp.
Wear this pin, and you will never want for treasures.
(this sounds like the best worst idea ever) ✧

“Oh little minstrel, let this clasp smooth your words and let them flow like honey. Let it make your tongue light and your fingers lighter. Unbind your voice and let it free– keep no secrets from it, and it will give your music wings.”
✧

NO. NO BLING FOR YOU UNTIL YOU RETURN WHAT’S MINE.
…the nerve of these hobbits…
✧ I want MY piece of corrupting jewelry back
“Over my Master’s cold, dead body, Noldo.
Have this instead, o bitter king. May it bring you all the sting of vengeance unserved.”

✧(Twilightblossom)

“A pendant for you, dear lady; a memento recalling all that is past, lovely, and lost.
May it bring sweet dreams, and ease your melancholy– forever.”
✧ (another one can’t hurt?)
“Thou art greatly overindulged already, thrall. But, if the weight of the freedom left to thee is too great, I will happily provide thee with a remedy. Let this sit on thy skull, prick thy skin, and remind thee who it is thou servest.

✧
Oh, you cheat.
I can hardly corrupt myself, now can I! This is just a ploy to add more bling to your collection, isn’t it Sister?
Well, you’re in luck. I have just the piece:


(last thing alive meme) “long live the king” >w>
meme: If it was my muse’s last hour alive, what would your muse say?
for @misbehavingmaiarBile in his throat. A bitter flavour that seemed to choke him on its own.
There should be, there was, an answer on the tip of his tongue; an answer as sharp as the dagger now embedded in his chest. Then the knife twisted and a wave of blood rose to his lips, smothering any word in a gurgle.
A corona of blinding light circled his sight, growing like a livid halo surrounding the Maia’s grin.
The Noldo opened his mouth again, a last desperate attempt, but his mind itself seemed to fade, to unravel like an incomplete weave: the words lost in the curves of warp and weft sliding away from each other.
Then there was no need for words anymore.
reblog if you are the hot sibling
imindhowwelayinjune
replied to your post “my dude! ✧”
*drools* if Orome isn’t tempted, can I volunteer to be corrupted in his place?
Oh yes, we’re always hiriing
