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As Maeglin grew to full stature he resembled in face and form rather his kindred of the Noldor, but in mood and mind he was the son of his father. His words were few save in matters that touched him near, and then his voice had a power to move those that heard him and to overthrow those that withstood him.
–Tolkien, J.R.R.; Tolkien, Christopher. The Silmarillion.
How I imagine him. Haha this is the first thing I've drawn in 4 years. Inspired by that one Sabriel book cover.
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Long did Dior gaze upon the Silmaril, which his father and mother had brought beyond hope out of the terror of Morgoth; and his grief was great that death had come upon them so soon...
Then Dior arose, and about his neck he clasped the Nauglamír; and now he appeared as the fairest of all the children of the world, of threefold race: of the Edain, and of the Eldar, and of the Maiar of the Blessed Realm.
Dior Eluchil my (according to @herinke9) anemic son RIP you would have loved ferrous gluconate
Arwen Vanimelda, Namarië!
"Then for a season they wandered together in the glades of Lothlórien, until it was time for him to depart. And on the evening of Midsummer Aragorn, Arathorn’s son, and Arwen daughter of Elrond went to the fair hill, Cerin Amroth, in the midst of the land, and they walked unshod on the undying grass with elanor and niphredil about their feet. And there upon that hill they looked east to the Shadow and west to the Twilight, and they plighted their troth and were glad. "
Tolkien, J. R. R.. The Lord of the Rings Illustrated (Tolkien Illustrated Editions) (pp. 1546-1547). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.
Here we are, rereading the Lord of the Rings again.
Watercolor, acrylic
Heir of Lúthien
“...but Elwing with the Silmaril upon her breast had cast herself into the sea. Thus Maedhros and Maglor gained not the jewel; but it was not lost. For Ulmo bore up Elwing out of the waves, and he gave her the likeness of a great white bird, and upon her breast there shone as a star the Silmaril...”
Tolkien, J.R.R.. The Silmarillion (p. 255). Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. Kindle Edition.
A painted sketch of Elwing for @finweanladiesweek.
"...their sister was Aredhel the White. She was younger in the years of the Eldar than her brothers; and when she was grown to full stature and beauty she was tall and strong, and loved much to ride and hunt in the forests. There she was often in the company of the sons of Fëanor, her kin; but to none was her heart’s love given. Ar-Feiniel she was called, the White Lady of the Noldor, for she was pale, though her hair was dark, and she was never arrayed but in silver and white." Tolkien, J.R.R.. The Silmarillion (p. 51). Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. Kindle Edition. "A sister they had, Galadriel, most beautiful of all the house of Finwë; her hair was lit with gold as though it had caught in a mesh the radiance of Laurelin." Tolkien, J.R.R.. The Silmarillion (pp. 51-53). Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. Kindle Edition. Aredhel and Galadriel were first cousins, born in the same year. A close friendship between the two of them is never alluded to, which is interesting considering the other parallels. Aredhel's greatest friends are the sons of Fëanor, while Galadriel is closest to her brother Finrod. Of note, Galadriel and Melian share a particularly close friendship, and Galadriel lives with her in Doriath for a significant period of time. At some point, Aredhel wanders into the forest of Nan Elmoth where she marries Eöl, who ultimately spells bad news. In my head there's a final meeting between the two of them in Doriath just before Aredhel's death which is sketched out in this sequence. And Galadriel remembers and mourns her oldest female companion with whom she shared happier days. This series of drawings is again a departure from my usual style of digital painting and unapologetically Frozen-influenced. Sisterhood is forever! This was really fun to do. Are there other stories you'd like to see done in comic form?
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“Voyage of the Vingilot.” A watercolor I did a while back in 2017.
Of Vingilot: "...he built a boat of timber felled in Nimbrethil to journey in; her sails he wove of silver fair, of silver were her lanterns made, her prow was fashioned like a swan, and light upon her banners laid." ~ Song of Eärendil Every time I look at a picture of galaxies and nebulae, I can't help but think of them as the wake of some star-ship sailing across the skies. The Silmarillion is such a big part of how I look at the world.
"And Aredhel bore to Eöl a son in the shadows of Nan Elmoth, and in her heart she gave him a name in the forbidden tongue of the Noldor, Lómion, that signifies Child of the Twilight; but his father gave him no name until he was twelve years old. Then he called him Maeglin, which is Sharp Glance, for he perceived that the eyes of his son were more piercing than his own, and his thought could read the secrets of hearts beyond the mist of words." Tolkien, J.R.R.. The Silmarillion (p. 128). Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. Kindle Edition.
Idril stumbles across Maeglin sitting on the Northern wall.
