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FINROD FELAGUND [MARK II]

A pretty rushed piece that I started because I wanted to try out some specific lighting directions (essentially light being ‘caught’ by golden hair, then strained and refracted and thus the lit side of the face seeming shadowed and vice versa) with it, and midway through I decided it would be very fun if Finrod was re-embodied with his monsterfucking werewolf-killing scars!

Man’s truly been through the wringer and came out hotter for it. Everyone say thank you Mr Werewolf for the sexy little snarl 😇

If you're on twitter or threads or reddit, and you say, "Oh, I had a terrible experience with Delta Airlines. They canceled my flight and then booked me into a hotel room with a stranger," and you tag Delta, there's a chance Delta Airlines itself will come and apologize. Maybe even give you some SkyMiles or something.

But if you complain about a terrible airline experience on tumblr, all you can hope for is that someone might come along and write slash fiction about two guys who get booked into the same hotel room by Delta Airlines.

You can't gain social capital by being here. Nobody knows who you even ARE because your user name is, like, some randomly generated phrase or else an obscure reference to hockey sex books.

Он уснул, распростершись навзничь в высокой траве. Золотые волосы разметались по изголовью.

Такая яркая зелень кругом, что серая ткань туники кажется темной. Тени от листьев лежат на груди, на обнаженных до локтя руках, на висках, на опущенных длинных ресницах. Амариэ, присевшая рядом, уже потеряла надежду защитить его от бьющего в лицо света. Но ему, погруженному в глубокий сон, все безразлично. Пусть спит. Солнце приближалось к полудню. Чуть заметно изменился теневой узор. Что-то странное увидела Амариэ: как будто это не тени, а пятна на темной одежде. Наступил полдень. ...Зловеще чернеет пятно на груди. У шеи одежда разорвана и насквозь пропитана засохшей кровью. Запястья охвачены глубокими ссадинами - следом прикосновения чего- то такого холодного, такого жестокого, что непонятно, как это может существовать. А выше ссадин, искажая рисунок теней, проступили багровые рваные раны. Прозрачно-спокойно усталое лицо. Ни боли, ни ужаса - одно отрешение. Под неподвижными ресницами застыл последний взгляд - взгляд измученного, но гордого существа, над которым страдание уже не властно. До этой минуты Амариэ не знала, что такое смерть. Анар сошла с меридиана, тени сдвинулись, и морок исчез. "Я только одного не знаю: почему Мандос отпустил тебя? Ты даже не успел отдохнуть. А здесь светит солнце, здесь надо чувствовать и дышать. Неужели здесь тебе будет лучше? Может быть, дело в том, что здесь есть звезды, а в Мандосе их нет?"

Эйлиан Инглориэль, "And comes no more"

"Return"

Finrod & Amarie

watercolor on paper, 53*38 cm

My college program is making an art sale so I decided to contribute by making a print of Aragorn and Arwen as The Kiss by Gustav Klimt! They’re so perfect for that painting

(Closeups beneath the cut)

Seven sons of Feanor and the process of drawing them

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First I drew them all with the same body and same pose, then started changing it in a way it fit more or less their personalities; they all kidna go in pairs except Caranthir. My beloved goth is always a lone wolf.

look at all the many ways I changed Maglor! he decided to be problematic.

I made the initial lineart first, then added the hair colors cause that was important to me.

Drawing the clothes was fun, my favourite was Celegorm's shoulder armor

The Hobbits: What do we do Mr. Strider

The Hobbits: *looking to this big scary mountain man so intimidating and mysterious they don’t even know his real name*

Like when Gandalf spent literal PAGES trying to figure out why the vibes were off in Moria and Legolas chimes in with just "it's a balrog :) that shit's evil :) we're so fucked :)" like what do you MEAN you knew already and just didn't tell him??

Or at the beginning of Two Towers when Aragorn thinks there's something nearby so he puts his ear to the ground to listen, and then like 10 minutes later is like "hmmm i hear horses" and Legolas is just like "mm yep. there are 105 blond bitches with spears" like you just let your friend put his face in the dirt and you can SEE them??

galadriel's been around since the beginning, like, for pretty much all of middle-earth's history you understand, she has Seen it all and despite what you may have been led to believe is at all times this close to snapping. also the reason lothlorien is so chill is she has this magic ring that makes it so the whole place exists slightly outside normal time

i can't emphasize enough how much of a post-apocalyptic horror story thranduil lives in. homeland destroyed and half his people massacred. has fucken sauron in his backyard and the spawn of the primordial beast that eats light puttering about on his lawn. a dragon lives next door. does NOT have a magic ring and is therefore obliged to rule over his murderforest in normal time

just so we're all on the same page here, legolas' day job before joining the fellowship was to hunt the spawn of the primordial beast that eats light and it's not like, a big deal or anything. he just has to do it. he's used to it.