moredhel:

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“And it is told of Maglor that he could not endure the pain with which the Silmaril tormented him; and he cast it at last into the Sea”

thelien-art:

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I’m never satisfied with Fingon’s hair but this is not public braids, as they don’t follow my braiding system for the Ñoldo. The braid “official” design for him that I’m most satisfied with is likely the one I drew for Yule.

So this is his at-home braids. His pyjamas.

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katarrinskey:

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Lord of Himring


The figure he was cutting against the grey stone of the surroundings was striking. His cloak was the same shade of red she was now getting used to, and looked voluminous and heavy with furs, covering his entire right side from shoulder to the sole of his boots, almost touching the ground. Plate armor he wore was mirror-bright and carried intricate designs, that her eyes could not distinguish from such a distance. His hair was laying atop his shoulders in waves, unbound and shockingly red, almost matching the color of the cloak in lowlights, yet streaked with grey in a way she never saw on an elf before. The copper circlet on his brow seemed to almost disappear in it as well, adding bright shine when it caught the light just right. His face was half hidden behind his hair, and Amina would later find it hard to remember his features, except for the intensity of his eyes, shining brighter even than his brother’s, as if there was a roaring fire trapped inside them.

Had absolutely no spoons to deal with all the details, but here is an illustration for a something else i am working on.
(He isn’t the main figure of that story, but he is the main figure of the painting, so i thought it fitting for the week anyways-)

Day one of @feanorianweek

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riding-with-the-wild-hunt:

“Very fair was her face, and her long hair was like a river of gold. Slender and tall she was in her white robe girt with silver; but strong she seemed and stern as steel, a daughter of kings. Thus Aragon for the first time in the full light of day beheld Éowyn, lady of Rohan, and thought her fair, fair and cold, like a morning of pale spring that is not yet come to womanhood.”

-JRR Tolkien, The Two Towers

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