#finduilas

S&D Slide 86: Revolutionary Girl Finduilas

Traditional art, micron fineliners, & watercolor pencils for @fall-for-tolkien’s Scribbles and Drabbles event!

The prompt is: I’m not sure for this one, I just want some homoerotic pulling a sword from your girlfriend’s(?) chest. How did Nienor and Finduilas meet? How did it come to this? Are they fighting Glaurung here? Is Túrin also here? Are there people turning into cars that represent freedom and escaping from a situation you thought was inescapable? (I drew this after watching the Adolescence of Utena for the first time)

Now, Gwindor was clearly totally against Túrin's policy of "open battle and pursuit" as demonstrated in his speech, but what of Finduilas?

But we will win that time for him!’ said Túrin. ‘Nargothrond shall stand! Never again will Morgoth the Craven come forth from Angband, and all his reliance must be on his servants; thus says Melian of Doriath. They are the fingers of his hands; and we will smite them, and cut them off, till he draws back his claws. Nargothrond shall stand!’

‘Perhaps,’ said she. ‘It shall stand, if you can achieve it. But have a care, Thurin; my heart is heavy when you go out to battle, lest Nargothrond be bereaved.’

[...]

‘If any of us three be faithless, it is I: but not in will. But what of your doom and rumours of Angband? What of death and destruction? The Adanedhel is mighty in the tale of the World, and his stature shall reach yet to Morgoth in some far day to come.’

‘He is proud,’ said Gwindor.

‘But also he is merciful,’ said Finduilas. ‘He is not yet awake, but still pity can ever pierce his heart, and he will never deny it. Pity maybe shall be ever the only entry. But he does not pity me. He holds me in awe, as were I both his mother and a queen.

by Kirta (@aurore-parle-de-ses-idees)

Ereinion scrubs harshly at his face, blinking rapidly. “Then I must confess I’m at a loss as to what might bring you here so late, Lady Idril.” “There is some news I must deliver,” she says. “And one matter that must be settled before it becomes a point of contention."

General, No Archive Warnings

by Himring (@hhimring)

Finduilas, already ailing, suffers from the proximity of Mordor and longs for the Sea. Free verse.

Teen, No Archive Warnings

by SunflowerSupreme (@sunflowersupremes)

Perhaps the strangest thing in his grandson’s war camp was Gwindor. The former thrall of Angband, missing both a pinky and an eye, was the first thing anyone noticed when they approached the young High King. He stood at Gil-Galad’s right hand, the head of the king’s personal guard, a presence as steady as the steel at his hip. There was nothing ceremonial in the way he carried himself, no courtly bow, no polished armor. He looked like a man who had walked through fire and come out the other side knowing exactly how much of him the flames had taken.

Teen, No Archive Warnings