Found: Wolf Puppies Born Outside of Rome for the First Time in Decades

space-meow-wolf:

hakakross:

gouachevalier:

GOOD BOYS

Good Omen

Little awoos

^^^

Yes so proud of them

‘When the moon was new and the sun young
of silver and gold the gods sung:
in the green grass they silver spilled,
and the white waters they with gold filled.
Ere the pit was dug or Hell yawned,
ere dwarf was bred or dragon spawned,
there were Elves of old, and strong spells
under green hills in hollow dells
they sang as they wrought many fair things,
and the bright crowns of the Elf-kings.
But their doom fell, and their song waned,
by iron hewn and by steel chained.
Greed that sang not, nor with mouth smiled,
in dark holes their wealth piled,
graven silver and carven gold:
over Elvenhome the shadow rolled.

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thecityofthefireflies:

Ecthelion and Glorfindel arming before the Fall of Gondolin
done in the style of Ancient Greek Archaic Black-Figure Vases

also chalk full of symbolism. This was so much fun

tarhunozaur:

My laptop failed so I lost a lot of unfinished pics…I loved them soooo(
Silmarillion cheers me up now though

A sketch of Varda

wakes up in a cold sweat

rasec-wizzlbang:

rasec-wizzlbang:

r.. reverse medusa…

banshy:

Neuschwanstein Castle // İlhan Eroğlu

I feel like Hobbits would be that one race that unknowingly domesticates some wargs or something. Like a ranger comes along one day and just sees one of the farmers petting the warg they found and won over with good food and just ‚that’s a warg…‘ ’no no his name is Heather, he’s just a big ol softie‘ ’no that is literally a warg wtf‘ ‚is he? Well he’s good at guarding the crops so…‘ Heather just sits there all scruffy and tongue lolling.

determamfidd:

holy HECK ems…! This is so perfect, this is amazing.

I need this. I need Ole Gammer Greenhand and her big happy lollopy puddle of a ~~warg~~ doggo, Heather.

With his big sad eyes whenever she is cooking, so that he gets the scraps. “Bottomless pit… all right, here you are. I spoil you rotten, y’know that?”

And his tendency to try and curl up on her tiny lap, even though he can only fit his head and maaaaaaybe his front paws on there. “Ooof! Oh, you big goof. All right, who wants an ear-scratch? Whosagoodboy? Whoosagooboyden! YOU ARE!”

And his goofy, tongue-lolling grin after he has done a good job chasing the birds off the seedlings. “That’s a boy! Good job, Heather.”

And oh yes FINE, sure – and his teeth that can crack an ox’s thighbone in one bite. “Oh, that’s just the dog, that noise – pay it no mind me dears.”

and the ranger sees him and stares.

And Gammer Greenhand notices where the ranger is looking, and waves a tiny, wrinkled hand. “That’s just Heather, the great lummox. He’s a big soft lump, but I keep him for the company, you know? It’s nice t’ have someone to talk to, at my age.”

ten-thousand-leaves:

I haven’t done anything Tolkien in a while. But this fandom is like the love of my life I always end up with, no matter where I fool around. Anyway, Galadriel and Frodo and their little light of hope all in two bookmarks. You can see I haven’t fixed my hand enough, so the shapes are rough. I hope I’m kind of back to creating and drawing and living.