(⁄ ⁄•⁄ㅂ⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ g-gosh ❤ thank you! I wish I could divert creative energy to fanciful Finrod AUs right now ;w; But I promise if the muse ever strikes me I will make time for it!
y’all are so sweet lsd;fkkj; >\<
The wolf howls. The ravens flee/ The ice mutters in the mouths of the sea.
–Werewolves, weregild, wizards, and weaponized ballads!
I intended to post this on Halloween but circumstances did not permit. This is the first chapter of an ongoing work, intended to be more of a retelling of my absolute favorite scene in the Lay of Leithian (possibly my favorite scene in the whole legendarium), and can be read as a stand-alone work if you’re not into all that shipping business 🙂 Enjoy! ~Wes
So, I’ve been playing around with the concept that the Ainur really didn’t know a whole lot about the appearance of the Children of Ilúvatar outside what they glimpsed in the Music, as evidenced when Aulë created the dwarves. Reminiscent of a human/elven design, but not quite… accurate. Well, at least not completely accurate. As such, I like to imagine that in baited anticipation of the Children, each Ainur took on the shape of what they personally believed the Children would be like–influenced by their own interests and perspective. This is why the elves were so afraid of Oromë when they first met. It wasn’t just Morgoth torturing the elves and making them afraid of the Ainur, or the Ainur being giant god-like creatures. It was probably also because the Ainur didn’t have a full grasp on human/elven appearance, and the elves were like “Nope Nope Nope”
The Passing of Arwen
Watercolour on cold-pressed Waterford paper, 19×27 cm.
“I shall not go with him now when he departs to the Havens; for mine is the choice of Lúthien, and as she so I have chosen, both the sweet and the bitter.”
Prints here!
Original available.
Update on Lúthien and Huan painting Finally got around to finishing Huan’s lineart (except I still need to add all his jewelry). Now I have to finish Lúthien’s lineart and the background design~
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-they met when Feanor left the royal house at like 50 or so to go get apprenticed to Mahtan because he’d had it up to here with his father and stepmother and new baby Findis
-they met because on the way to Mahtan’s place Feanor saw someone lounging under a tree and and asked them directions, but the person ignored him, and Feanor got progressively more and more angry, all teen injured pride because he’s crown prince of the Noldor dammit, yelling at the person who just kept laying there
-and then Nerdanel walks up and is like, why are you yelling at my statue? And Feanor realizes that the person is indeed a statue, but between the shade of the tree and the skill of the sculpting it was impossible to tell
-Feanor, ever drawn to skilled crafters and being an impulsive teenager, basically proposes on the spot. Nerdanel is just like, sorry, I get that you’re crown prince of the Noldor, but I hear no nightingales and we’ve just met and you were yelling at one of my statues. By the way my father is that way.
-Feanor spends his apprenticeship learning smithcraft and jewelcraft, but also courting Nerdanel, who is charmed by this impulsive, creative dork who will happily get just as lost in his craft as her and her father
-when she reaches her own mastery and her sculptures cannot be distinguished from life even in full light of Laurelin, he proposes again. This time she accepts.
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