The Hearth Of Amon Ereb

« Meeting treebeard »

« Who dare say the Sun is false? » (From Georg. 1. 463: solem quis dicere falsum audeat?)

In another place (?)

At the king’s wedding, Nerdanel made her way through the shimmering crowd until at last she found Feanaro sitting alone in the garden, reading a book. She began to wish she hadn’t urged her friend to return to Tirion.

Some point in the years of the Trees, University of Tirion. Professor Fëanáro and little Maitimo, dressed for the king’s banquet (after the final lecture of the term). Photographed by Nerdanel.

Female Narvi (still struggling to represent a dwarf-woman, so no facial hair for the moment🥹)

(inspired by Theodora-Irisse’s story)

Adieu, adieu.

And where the snows of days long gone?

Fate.

Galadriel in Eregion🥰

(Work inspired by my friend’s prompt)

Elrond’s secret locket.