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Diverse Tolkien Week day seven:

uff da there's a lot going on here-

TOLKIEN DIVERSITY WEEK DAY 4: CULTURE

DANCING ROMANI LÚTHIEN BECAUSE WHY NOT? 

Day 3 for Diverse Tolkien Week: LGBTQA+

Elrond’s Diary: The Many Ways to Love

I will admit my dear delight

When Maedros spoke to me,

A-telling of his youthful days

And lands I wished to see.

He once was bright, and fair, and bold,

All robed in velvet drapes;

He’d sashay through the streets and buy

The sweetest, fruity crepes.

After his rescue Maedhros has to use a wheelchair for a while since being hung over a cliff for what according to the Annals of Beleriand was around two whole years made him lose much of his upper and lower body strength. Fingon takes turns with his brothers to wheel him around.

A few months later he starts physical therapy with the help of the elven healers in Himring, and he’s very determined to get his old strength and balance back, mostly so he can go to war again and kick orc ass personally but shhhh he’s motivated and that’s what matters

Since Fingon isn’t king yet and Maedhros abdicated to Fingolfin, Finno spends as much time as his princely duties allow him to help his queer-platonic partner (Maedhros) recover by being with him during physical therapy and helping him do his exercises at home.

Since Mae lost his right hand he obviously has to learn how to write again with his left hand now. Maglor teaches him how to write Tengwar script all over again as he dictates him his songs so he can practice.

When Fingon finally has to go back to Hithlum because his father gets on his arse and needs him to do his princely duties instead of being all mushy with his QPP Mae now can practice sending him letters as he’s still learning how to write with his left. His penmanship obviously doesn’t start very good, but he improves drastically as he keeps writing to Fingon. Fingon cherishes every letter and saves them in a special place, even framing some of his favorites around his chambers.

He also has to learn how to fight, obviously, which is where his brothers come in. At this point Fingon is gone, again, so he practices with them as he learns how to fight with his left hand. Celegorm and Curufin are dicks, like always, but their attitude just motivates Mae even more until he gets to the point that he can kick their asses when they’re being little brats.

Celebrimbor, with the help of his father, makes him a prosthetic. It’s mostly just to alleviate the feeling of the hand being gone since he still has to use his left hand for everything, but then Caranthir, who as we all know has a lot of $$$ and bling, gets fancy and adds a ton of gemstones and gold onto it to the point where it looks even fancier than Thanos’ gauntlet.

He also needs psychological therapy, OBVIOUSLY. Since therapy was unheard of in the Middle Ages and middle earth wouldn’t be too far from this time period, this would be tricky because it’s not like he can see a licensed therapist. But he gets the next best thing, which are long talks with Finrod aka Nom “the wise,” and he helps him process his trauma when Mae goes to visit Nargothrond to see his brothers and nephew.

J.R.R Tolkien - Elwing

Prompt: Religion, Faith, Culture

"They buried Thorin deep beneath the Mountain, and Bard laid the Arkenstone upon his breast. [...] Upon his tomb the Elvenking then laid Orcrist, the elvish sword that had been taken from Thorin in captivity. It is said in songs that it gleamed ever in the dark if foes approached, and the fortress of the Dwarves could not be taken by surprise."

-The Hobbit, J.R.R. Tolkien

I'm not really reinventing anything here and I'm sorry, I'm... Recovering a beautiful moment of culture-meeting that the movies sadly erased. At Thorin's funeral Men, Elves and Dwarves (and a Hobbit and a Maia) alike are there to pay their respects. Bard's gesture is full of meaning, and Thranduil's even more so- not only is he showing respect to someone who died fighting for his people, he's actively protecting Erebor from future surprise attacks placing for them a magical glowing alarm.

Different races, different cultures, praying for the dead together and showing each other respect, recognition and alliance- I love this bit so much and I'm so glad I got to sketch something about it.

a happy family for #diversetolkienweek!!! thanks to @diversetolkien for hosting ✨

left to right: Lenwë - Nimrodel - Denethor 

Then one arose in the host of Olwë, which was ever the hindmost on the road; Lenwë he was called. He forsook the westward march, and led away a numerous people, southwards down the great river, and they passed out of the knowledge of their kin until long years were past. Those were the Nandor; and they became a people apart, unlike their kin, save that they loved water, and dwelt most beside falls and running streams. Greater knowledge they had of living things, tree and herb, bird and beast, than all other Elves. In after years Denethor, son of Lenwë, turned again west at last, and led a part of that people over the mountains into Beleriand ere the rising of the Moon.

(The Quenta Silmarillion, Chapter 3: “Of the Coming of the Elves and the Captivity of Melkor.”)