#anguirel

Drawings I have made recently:

So, in "the Hobbit", when they loot the troll cave and find a whole bunch of items that date back to Gondolin, you know what would be fun? What was also lost in Gondolin?

Bound

“Who rides alone in the Vale of Sirion?” a clear voice called out, merry, yet commanding, and Tyelcano was equally overcome with fondness and exhilaration. “Surely the High King of the Noldor has better things to do than chasing simple travellers in such dreary weather!” he cried, almost unable to conceal his joy. He threw back the hood of his cloak, revealing his face even though there was no need for it; he was well known, and his voice alone betrayed him. There was a short pause, a chorus of disbelieving murmur, then an exclamation of “Tyel!”, and the white stallion of Findekáno darted to meet him, bridging the distance between them in a few heartbeats. Tyelcano dismounted, and sank on one knee, as he would do in front of Finwë, then Fëanáro, then Nelyafinwë, then Nolofinwë; and when the High King stepped close to him, he pulled his sword from his belt, and placed it at his feet. “You need not kneel before me, kinsman,” said Findekáno, pulling him up, and into a tight embrace, “and if I hear a single utterance of Majesty, Highness or suchlike from your mouth when we are in close company, you’re going straight to the dungeons. Ai, what joy to see you unscathed!” And with a wide smile, he held his face between his hands, much like Laurefindil before; and Tyelcano could not help but smile back, and hold his hand to kiss his fingers, and swallow all the Majesties and Highnesses courtesy prompted him to say. It was very hard indeed not to indulge Findekáno when he smiled like this: with radiant joy and complete satisfaction. And entirely without astonishment.