#alatariel

Galadriel´s dress here is Sindar fashion - I have a post on first age Sindar clothes here - as I HC her to be curious and charmed by their culture, even enough to drop the Noldorin braid system, something her brothers didn't even do, and never really pick up Noldorin fashion ever again.

The possibility to be a pupil under Melian, the Sindas forests, reclusive, and wild living, fitting her more than the Noldor´s stone cities, roles, and tight society. - I also think she was more attracted to the Falmari than the Noldor even in her youth.

Fuck Fëanor

a couple years ago, I had this idea that Galadriel was so creeped out by Fëanor’s obsession with her hair, so after the third time he asked her for a strand, she cut it all off to spite him. I turned that into a sketch and forgot about it entirely until a week or two ago.

I think a lot of women & fems are familiar with the confusing feelings about our bodies and appearances that are caused by men’s harassment. This is a tribute to that feeling of creeping revulsion and macabre desire to cut off whatever part of us is “making” men act that way towards us.

sketch/process/flat colors below the cut

Day 2 of @celedrielweek - Dedication, Courtship, The heart blooms

Yes, this is courtship. You can't deny it's dedication to spend days playing with the love of your life. And there is obviously two hearts blooming here.

I had a lot of fun with this sketch. I love their relationship. I love reading about them. They're so good to each other.

Tolkientober day 1: Light

Using this prompt list by Mgcoco! (Also below the cut)

"Nice serenade.”

Findaráto had just strung the last note on his harp when he turned to see his little sister standing beside him.

He blushed, flustered. “Artanis? What are you doing here?”

Amairë laughed. “It is nice to see you, Artanis."

Artanis sat onto the grass with them. “Likewise, Amairë! You know, Findaráto’s been working on your sweet love song since before you two were courting. He quite adores you.”

Findaráto felt himself blushing even more. Amairë smiled and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“It’s beautiful, my love.” She pulled out a flute. “I have one for you, too.”

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“Nice serenade.”

Finrod had just strung the last note on his harp when he turned to see Galadriel standing beside him.

The cliff overlooked the golden sunset, tainting the sky with red and orange. Finrod gazed into the distance.

“Do you miss her?” Galadriel asked softly.

He strummed a note. “Everyday. But I am glad she remains in Aman. I would not want to drag her into the dangers of Beleriand.”

Galadriel plucked a flower from the grass. “You play the same serenade as you did back then.”

“Sometimes, when I sing to her…I can hear her singing back.”

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