You were the brightest shade of sun I had ever seen Your skin was gilded with the gold of the richest kings And like the dawn you woke the world inside of me You were the brightest shade of sun when I saw you
And you will surely be the death of me But how could I have known?
I’d love to see your take on dragons- Your human art is so amazing, what would Glaurung, Scatha or Anclagon look like in your style?
Aaaaah thanks so much! :’D
I’m not the world’s greatest dragonologist (drawing People Anatomy is hard enough, Animal Anatomy fills me with dread and existential quivering), BUT it so happens I had an Ancalagon design ready to go from a couple years ago:
…featuring Pern-style compound eyes and hydrogen-sacs. The fact that Ancalagon is the size of a dirigible has forced his biology to go to some extreme lengths to keep him flight-capable; he’s got inflatable sacs of hydrogen to keep him airborne, scaleless skin stretched so thin over his spindly frame that it’s translucent, his ribcage does that freaky thing that gliding snakes and lizards do where it flattens out to give him more lift, and he’s got absolutely no more bones or muscle or organs than were necessary to let him wobble off a tall place and into the air. Melkor did not breed this poor boy for for longevity– Ancalagon was engineered to get airborne ONCE and rain blue-flamed death on the Valar’s armies until he exhausted himself, broke something, or got caught in a tree like a giant flammable kite. He’s not got the usual armored scales of his brethren, nor their intelligence; no one was expecting to have to deal with a flying, Silmaril-powered boat, so was given no real defenses. No one was expecting him to try and fly home and crash land into Thangorodrim like a thousand tons of wet tissue paper tied to a hydrogen bomb either.
I haven’t done a particularly good job of drawing any of this, but I do like his tiny, tiny little beaky head and fancy frill. :3
You made your feelings quite clear when you destroyed the gifts I gave you. This was within your right, they were yours to do with as you please after all– but the message it sent was unambiguous.
That you wish to sever ties with me brings me no pleasure, but neither does it surprise me. You are a child of the Sea; I have known Ossë since the beginning of creation, and the nature of our relationship has ever been one of contention and vacillation, like the tide. This parting was inevitable, as much as it grieves me.
You need not ask my pardon, just as I need not ask for yours. You lost a friend– but he was not your friend only. Celebrimbor and I could have built something truly magnificent together; I am not proud of what was done, but regrets are something one must shoulder in pursuit of a higher goal. I have never lost sight of mine, nor should you– though kinder, easier paths may rise to tempt you off your road.
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