shoutout to bilbo for not initiating mass murder when the dwarves ate all of his food because if that was me i would have ended the line of durin over a small block of cheese
‘For Fëanor was made the mightiest in all parts of body and mind, in valour, in endurance, in beauty, in understanding, in skill, in strength and in subtlety alike, of all the Children of Ilúvatar, and a bright flame was in him.’ – Of the Sun and Moon, The Silmarillion
As much as I love a Celebrimbor who is kind and determinedly trying to make up for his family’s mistakes, who has a little fewer sharp edges than, say, his father-
I also love a slightly darker Celebrimbor, who has to bite his tongue until it bleeds when people say something about those Kinslayers, who has a rage burning under his skin that is often barely under control, who beats metal in a forge so he doesn’t hit something more fragile. Celebrimbor who has all of his father’s (and his grandfather’s) pride, but even more to prove, and all of their temper but less room to exercise it. Who oscillates between wishing that people would forget where he comes from and wanting them to remember.
Celebrimbor who has to fight every day against the anger that could rule him if he let it, and sometimes wishes he could just give in.
The name Anairë means Holiest in Quenya. Little is known about her except that she was a Noldo, who did not leave Aman due to her close friendship with Eärwen, Finarfin’s wife.
Thus ended Beleg Strongbow, truest of friends, greatest in skill of all that harboured in the woods of Beleriand in the Elder Days, at the hand of him whom he most loved.
Omg I can’t believe I’m doing this, but this is the sort of crack that I need to release before I can get anything done.
Set when Finrod first meets the Men
Finrod: I am your king.
Man: Well, I didn’t vote for you.
Finrod: You don’t vote for kings.
Man: Well how’d you become king then?
[Angelic music plays… ]
Finrod: The Lord of the Waters, dressed like a giant wave in glittering green armour sent to me a dream, signifying by divine providence that I, Finrod, was to build a hidden city. THAT is why I am your king.
Bëor: [interrupting] Listen, strange men lyin’ in rivers distributin’ hallucinations is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
My second piece for the Ages of Arda Anthology, Aredhel telling little Maeglin stories of Gondolin. She’s one of my favourite Silmarillion elves, so naturally I had to draw something with her.
I’m so happy to have been a part of this fantastic project, go check it out!
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