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For a moment, the stars were obscured by puffs of smoke and the glorious rain of multicolored sparks that danced above them - starbursts of color waterfalling down in splendid chaos until one last explosion split the night and unleashed the image of a dragon over Tirion for what he suspected was the very first time.

“Fireworks, you say,” Feanor said thoughtfully.

“Indeed!”

Even after his unexpected release from the halls of the dead, Feanor was not much given to wishing to be in company with most of the Valar or Maiar. He probably would not have approached this one if he had not for a moment mistaken him for a Man; the long white beard fit far better within Vaire’s tapestries than in the usual guises of the Maiar, and he had hoped for the chance to speak with one.

Still. This “Gandalf” was interesting enough to talk to. Especially since -

“Are those more I spy behind you?”

Gandalf turned to look at his stock in what almost seemed like surprise. “And so it is! I confess, I had expected someone to run off with them by now. They certainly would have in the Shire.”

“They are extra, then? Not needed for tonight’s showing?”

Gandalf puffed thoughtfully on his pipe. “Not needed, no . . . Did you have another purpose in mind for them?”

“The color is most remarkable; I wondered if you had experimented with other elements - the noise, for example, is impressive in volume, but hardly harmonious; what have you tried with that?”

back to middle-earth month 2026 3/31/26 | 2025: basketball championship | triumph; hunt; travel | the hunt of oromë

Oromë loved the lands of Middle-earth, and he left them unwillingly and came last to Valinor; and often of old he passed back east over the mountains and returned with his host to the hills and the plains. He is a hunter of monsters and fell beasts, and he delights in horses and in hounds; and all trees he loves, for which reason he is called Aldaron, and by the Sindar Tauron, the Lord of Forests. Nahar is the name of his horse, white in the sun, and shining silver at night. The Valaróma is the name of his great horn, the sound of which is like the upgoing of the Sun in scarlet, or the sheer lightning cleaving the clouds. Above all the horns of his host it was heard in the woods that Yavanna brought forth in Valinor; for there Oromë would train his folk and his beasts for the pursuit of the evil creatures of Melkor.

Back to Middle-Earth Month part 2!

This time we have Gil-Galad for the main prompt “Shoot” and the Experimental Tuesday prompt “Try out an AU”. So naturally I had to draw Gil in Warhammer 40000 as an Aeldari Phoenix Lord, because seriously that’s what the High Kingship of the Ñoldor really is.

Out of Bounds

Rating: Gen

Fandom: Tolkien’s Silmarillion

Characters: Maeglin, Mahtan

WARNINGS: depression, one character thinking the other is going to hit him

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Maeglin trespasses into the forge of another smith, chasing the need to feel something after returning to life.

And Melian put forth her power and fenced all that dominion round about with an unseen wall of shadow and bewilderment: the Girdle of Melian, that none thereafter could pass against her will or the will of King Thingol, unless one should come with a power greater than that of Melian the Maia.

True drabble (100 words) and traditional art in (water)coloured-pencils, gold leaf and, painted lace leaves — for @spring-into-arda B2MEM Basketball Championship. Team Idril and the prompt was “CHAOS” and I chose to focus on Arwen’s final moments in Lothlorien.

See below for a WIP pic midway through losing my mind trying to put glue on these horrible little leaves without accidentally gluing my fingers to my ass.