The Finrod Museum

celebrimbor x annatar sketches

edit: ended up adding the images below the cut because it bothered me too much the way the video quality dropped 🙃

The Elvenking

"Somebody's watchin' me..." 👀

Ice cream served on a kale leaf! Fingon and Maedhros are total ice cream addicts!

I created this illustration as a gift for my beloved @lyragoth, with whom I share all my headcanons, my days, my joys and my sorrows. Lyra your art inspires me and enchants me more every single day.

There will be some explanation about my art process and choices under the cut. Have the art (It's a wallpaper!) first:

a double drabble written for the 6/6/2026 SWG Instadrabble session for the prompt: Green, Gems, Sunlight, Idle

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Celebrían had never been content to be idle—even the much needed rest of Lórien had chafed at her after a time, as she missed Elrond, missed her children, missed her home. It would be easier to bear, this long separation, if she could just be doing something.

Now she sat on a beach outside of Avallónë with her uncle, watching the sunlight play on the waves. Across the bay the gem-strewn beaches of Alqualondë glimmered like rainbows, red and green and blue and gold. “Well, what do you want to do?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” She stretched out her feet so her toes just brushed the waves as they whispered up over the soft sand. “Well, I want to go home.”

Finrod hummed quiet acknowledgment. That was why Celebrían loved him most—she could say things like that, and know herself understood, know that he would not try to convince her that it was better there, that she should try her best to put Middle-earth behind her.

“There are many here who remember Imladris,” Finrod said finally, “who miss it.”

“You think I should build it anew, here?”