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MAEDHROS FËANORIAN: Treelit Little Shit Era

The very lovely @feyandferal commissioned me for a portrait of Maedhros during the Years of the Trees, and even better, let his hair take centre stage! So for your enjoyment and his, enjoy Maedhros in his prime arrogant prince era, the little smirk of a man who has never heard the word ‘no’ in his life. His hair as vivid as I can get it, because this is a man who was pretty much called ‘carrot top’ for half his life 😭

Pictured here contemplating how to get you involved in his campaign against anti-redhead sentiment in Valinor (there is none: he’s just annoyed his dad was running around after Galadriel’s hair as if he isn’t right there with an even better mane, which spent even longer in Treelight, Atya 😡)

Thank you so much for commissioning him, Arte!

Let’s leave, together.

“Nellas of Doriath

never saw him again,

King Findaráto Ingoldo Felagund of Nargothrond

EÖNWË: THE HERALD

an Eönwe commission from January, and a hardcore Maiar version as opposed to the militaristic piece I’d drawn of him before, rendered in a fun semi-classical style i really enjoyed doing!

Uh, while my inbox overflows, I'm going to continue posting little fictional guys, ok? Ok.

Gondor Week day 3: Rangers of Ithilien, nature.

I think Legolas' restoration of Ithilien would heal parts of Faramir that he hadn't realized had been hurt. During the war he was so deep in protecting Gondor's borders that he had no time to mourn the degradation of the land, and he never realized how deep a wound it was until he started seeing it come back to life.

Also I thiiiink this is the first time I've drawn these two on their own together? They'd be friends. Like Legolas and Boromir are comrades and provoke the shit out of each other for fun, but Faramir connects with Legolas on a more personal level, and given the rebuilding/resettling of Ithilien by both Gondorians and Silvans, they'd develop one of the only friendships in this messy group that isn't founded on shared trauma.

He gets no credit, no tale to tell than a tall, pale man who speaks no known language but always leads those astray back on their paths.

He never finds you nor hunts you; you run into him. Some say he’s searching for a lost pair of twins, others say his search is find his lost treasure. No one knows the true reason behind his hunt.

To see him twice is considered an ill omen.

As the forest grows darker he leads you deeper into the woods, around twisted paths and fallen trees and then those trees standing tall. You always end up where you needed to be. He disappears as soon as you cross the threshold out of the woods.

The ghost carries only an old bow, arrows, and a hunting horn. If you get lost from his path, an even worse omen, follow the calls of his horn to safety. But do not try to stay for too long; He is not human.

There is a greed, or hunger as some say, in his eyes that tells you that if you lingered any longer, he would eat you. Legends say this cannibalism is because he is a wolf turned human, for his crimes of killing many men. Do you not see those sharp eyes? Do you not agree? Others say it was because of his vile greed in life that he has been cursed with a hunger that can only be satiated by eating his fellow kin. Do you not see the blood stains on his clothes? Do you not fear him?

Never once has he hurt one of the many people he has led, but do not think it’s because he can’t. His arrows are sharp and his aim impeccable. It’s continued punishment; to be a hunter who cannot hunt his own prey. But yet he still has fangs, so fear him still.

He has had many names throughout the years and many hypothesis for his origins. However, one thing every legend has in common is that this is not out of his own free will. It is punishment, punishment for a crime so great that it has lasted centuries. What has he done to suffer so greatly? To live his life forever hungry and without rest?