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Silm Prompt: Luthien and Thuringwethil– RivkaZ 2016

I haven’t totally solidified my vision of Thur, but I’m happy to have an excuse to draw Luthien again! 
This was going to be, shall we say, shippier, but seeing as I haven’t worked out all the bugs in the character designs yet (how do the wings ATTACH, GODDAMNIT), I figured I’d leave it here for now. Thuringwethil looks suitably enamored of Luthien’s milkshake, so that’s good.  (Thanks to @askrossiel for the sapphic foeyay prompt! )

Silm Prompt: Lorgan, of the Easterlings under Morgoth–RivkaZ 2016

We don’t know much about Lorgan, but I envision a savvy, pragmatic leader, trying to make the best decision for his people, which in this case meant siding with Angband in in the Nirnaeth Arnoediad. In exchange for his people’s services, he was “rewarded” with the lands of Dor Lomin, which kind of sucked, and all the stragglers left in it as vassals and slaves. He was in charge of parceling them out to his clan, which lead to Brodda occupying the lands where Morwen, Turin, Nienor, etc lived. He’s not a figure that will be remembered well by history; he did not cover himself in glory by siding with Morgoth and enslaving his fellow men, but keeping people alive in the First Age is a tough job, and he bet on the team that won (for a while), rather than the team that died honorably.  All in all, probably an interesting dude. (Thanks to @crocordile for the request and for informing me of Lorgan’s existence!) 

THAT’S IT: I refuse to let anyone take this topic seriously ever again.

The final draft of this scene was lost amid professor Tolkien’s notes, but I alone have unearthed this entirely authentic account of the Third Kinslaying.

 It involves a dark secret known only to few: the Silmaril possessed by Elwing was indeed rescued by a bird, but the bird in question was none other than nature’s most majestic creature, the Blue Footed Booby. The incident was so embarrassing that the Fëanorians and the Sindar Princess put aside their differences and agreed never to speak of it again.
 The Silmaril given to Earendil was actually a 40 watt lightbulb. Elwing took a jet ski to meet her husband. Melkor was savaged by a pack of hungry seagulls and the technology to make french fries was lost. Elrond and Elros spent the remainder of the war in summer camp, learning birdcalls. The booby flew south, where it is lost to history. 

All present on the beach that day swore a solemn oath to never reveal the secret fate of the Silmaril, on pain of mockery. 

Now that you know the most canonical, most complete account of this story, delivered with absolute objectivity, I hereby declare “wab” to  be the only valid response to any and all Discourse involving the last kinslaying, or the relative morality of elves in the First Age. 

Wab 

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–I mean it. I’m watching you. 

bugmeyer:

The Gate of Sahaqiel

I watched as the clouds poured forth from the mouth of the opening. The sky on the other side leaked through to flow down into the valley below, filling nothing of the infinite void that waited below it. Compared to this great emptiness, the stream might as well have been fed through the eye of a needle, for it accomplished the same. Even so, it regarded the world openly and boldly.

Beyond its arches, the great Seraphim Sahaqiel reclined.

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