Thank you for 4 years of glorious fishy shenanigans, soft wraith aesthetic, and chaotic-neutral minstrel elves! I’m sliding this in under the door late because timezones are a bitch!! You were one of the first blogs I RPed with, and I’m super stoked we are friends, because you never fail to brighten my day. All your muses are bae, 10/10, would develop adorable, heartbreaking, hilarious, and diversely awkward ships with all of them again. 🙂 ❤ Please accept this gift of dongs, salvaged statue ass, dubious jewelry, and six volumes of Sauron’s Sex Education And Relationship Advice, as well as my nerdy affection. *mwah*
~Wesley and the Dork Lords
Man, my frazzled ADD brain and I are attempting to reread the trilogy, and that first chapter of the Fellowship is literally just so good and so wholesome and silly and charming and THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF EVERYTHING IN THE SILMARILLION I love it so much im gettin’ all misty eyed
“I was there when the strength of Men fell” is such a great addendum to any minor disappointment
Old things have strange hungers.
Catherynne M. Valente, from The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making
Antes de que la prensa neumatica
existiera, algunos herreros tenian esclavos aprendices que debían
martillar el metal hasta que la hoja estuviera lista.
…y a Celebrimbor le acaban de dar
el puesto. (pobre, se ve tan feliz y lleno de ilusiones) 😛
Ok, ok. Para ser honesta solo quería
dibujar a Curufin siendo un buen padre, sobre todo porque la relación
de padre/hijo terminó tan mal, que por lo menos quiero que ambos
tengan buenos recuerdos del otro.
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For Curufin’s day: Celebrimbor
Before the neumatic hammer was
invented, some blacksmiths had slaves aprentinces who had to hammer
the metal over and over until a blade was ready.
…and Celebrimbor has just been
given that job (poor lad, he looks so happy) 😛
Ok, ok, in all honesty I just wanted
to draw Curufin being a good dad, mostly because I think it’s so sad
their relationship ended so badly, that I want them at least to have
good memories of each other.
Enhydro Agate. Aka, agate with water that is millions of years old trapped inside. They’re formed by silica rich water perculating through volcanic rock, as the silica crystallises it forms layers that end up trapping the water inside. You can just about see some of the consentric rings in this (even though it’s quite faint due to being shades of grey). I believe this one would’ve begun forming around 40 million years ago judging by where my friend brought it back from. I love how when sitting on a shelf it’s very unassuming and yet it’s an absolutely awesome piece when you look closer.
In the film’s prologue, Galadriel narrates the forging of the Great Rings. But there’s a really cool hidden message in how the shots are set up…
The shots of the elves only show them looking at their rings, nothing else…
The shots of the dwarves only show them looking at their rings, nothing else…
But when we get to the nine rings given to men “who above all else desire power”….the men don’t look at their rings. They look straight into the camera.
And while other shots are composed to make you look at the magic rings, everything in this shot is designed to make sure you look back into the eyes of the man in the center.
Why?
Because these men are looking at you, the audience: because you are one of them.
It’s a reminder that you are also a member of the race of men, and before you call The Nine weak-willed and evil you must remember that you are just as fallible and could be corrupted by power just as they were…that their flaws are only a dark reflection of your own flaws, and the flaws common to all of mankind
Send “Confess” and my muse will confess their true feelings for yours
“There is nothing in my life you have not tainted, nothing in my soul you have not twisted. Your madness lies at the heart of mine. I did not understand the depths of hate until I understood this, and understood you. And, yours, my hateful, twisted soul will endure until the world’s end – and it will be waiting for you.”
I take some solace knowing that my fated end will come at the hands of someone who truly understands; who has experienced the same hatred I feel towards the One.
You were only meant to be a tool of discipline, but I seem to have reforged you in the image of myself; just as I was made, and used, and learned to hate who made me.
It has a wonderful sort of symmetry, don’t you think?
By the time I see you again, I imagine we’ll both be tired of this wretched charade, and we may meet each other as comrades in oblivion.
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