Peasantswhy

some art for "For Convenience's Sake, Surely" by @peasantswhy

Originally I planned to just do a silly little drawing of Erestor's tunic saying to Glrofindel's "How are your stitches, old man?" and Glorfindel's poor tunic responds "At their furthest reach my boy, that their furthest reach" because that poor tunic is gonna pop a seam if Glorfindel breaths in too deeply. But alas, I got too into the drawing and just couldn't bare to cover any of the drawing with silly speech bubbles.

Saw this from @glorf1ndel and I thought, yes! I need help making progress actually. 😂

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Five WIP filenames:

🌻📜 Númenor

Second Age longfic

Ecthelion finds Glorfindel

Ëonwë/Elladan

OFC/Nazgûl

Snippet from the Númenor file:

"Oh, Erestor. Please, not like this."

Graceless, Godless

(29510 words) by

Peasantswhy

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Elden Ring (Video Game)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Morgott the Omen King | Margit the Fell Omen/Tarnished, Morgott the Omen King | Margit the Fell Omen/You

Characters: Tarnished (Elden Ring) Morgott the Omen King | Margit the Fell Omen Ranni the Witch (Elden Ring) Merchant Kalé (Elden Ring)

Additional Tags:   The Golden Order (Elden Ring), Omens (Elden Ring), Misbegotten (Elden Ring), Demi-humans (Elden Ring), Night's Cavalry (Elden Ring), Perfumers (Elden Ring), Other: See Story Notes, Trans Male Character

Summary:

The world is broken, and you are lonely. So, perhaps, is he.

Of him the harpers sadly sing;

the last whose realm was fair and free

between the Mountains and the Sea.

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His sword was long, his lance was keen.

His shining helm afar was seen;

the countless stars of heaven’s field

were mirrored in his silver shield.

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But long ago he rode away,

and where he dwelleth none can say;

for into darkness fell his star

in Mordor where the shadows are.

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His people somewhere grieve him still,

and stand against the Dark Lord’s will;

but some say that across the sea

he wanders often far and free.

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In Mandos’ Hall he long did wait.

Released for deeds of valour great.

And e’en across the sea they sing

songs of the Noldor’s last High King.

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—— for @his-knotty-kitty

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He bent to pick the object up from the tangle of sea-wrack:a child’s toy boat, on which an unsteady hand had carefully inscribed Rothinzil. He made no sound, but sank tohis knees in the wet sand and remained there as the cold waters lapped at hislegs. After a moment Gil-Galad rested a hand on his shoulder.

“Well,” said Elrond in a cold, clotted, distant voice, “atleast no fleet in arms will make for us out of the West; we were spared that atleast, and so we are happy.”