#trsb20

Tutoring

Art for the story "Things they don't talk about" by @eris_of_imladris

There are things Findis doesn’t talk about with her half-brother. But not all rules are set in stone. Findis is not very good at embroidery, and she’s glad Feanor – the brother she greatly admires but who is usually distant— is taking time of his day to tutor her.

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This is part of Tolkien Summer Reverse Bang 2020, so please visit the collection!

My contribution to the Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang 2020! During which I teamed up with the fantastic FactorialRabbits and she has written a beautiful corresponding fic!

This was my first time participating in the TRSB or anything like it and I can’t wait to do it again! I’m so pleased with the end result and incredibly honoured to have someone inspired enough by my art to write something!

To learn more about our work check out the promo post here!

some @tolkienrsb art with @faeithful!!! pre-fall of gondolin glorthelion :D watch this space for a link to the amazing fic and eventual promo post ^^

Found and Restored ☆ for the @tolkienrsb​​ 2020 ☆ accompanying fic “Of Choices and Changes” by @ceridawn​​

“And thus it was that the last Silmaril came into the air. The Gods adjudged the last Silmaril to Eärendel – ‘until many things shall come to pass’ – because of the deeds of the sons of Fëanor. Maidros is sent to Eärendel and with the aid of the Silmaril Elwing is found and restored.”

—The Fall of Gondolin, “The Conclusion of the Sketch of Mythology”

[textless version under the cut]

I now present the alternative summary to my work: ‘Something to Start With’, as commented by NortheastenWind , because I woke up this morning to the comment notification and died a little bit reading it from laughing so much and had to share it.

(for those who have no clue what I’m on about, the link and summary are under the cut!)

Something to Start With

“What is that?” Thorin follows his gaze. “Oh, that. During the fight with Azog he stabbed me through the foot from beneath the ice.” “He did what?!” Bilbo near yelps, and sure enough, now that he looks closer he can see where Azog’s blade must have pierced the top of the boot. Valar above, it had cleaved straight through. “Thorin, why in Eru’s name hasn’t this been looked at?” Thorin stares at him like he had forgotten Bilbo was an idiot. “I expect Óin had more pressing matters to attend to. Like, I suppose, the mortal stab wound in my chest.” _

it’s time to harvest the fruits of this year’s @tolkienrsb! how lucky i was to collaborate with the wondrous @bodysnatch3r, who shares my love for ontological paradoxes, eldritch megafauna, and the musical power of water. 

Matty’s fic, to be revealed with the collection on Sep 6, illuminates the lives of Cuiviénen “Generation 0.″ if you’re ready to contemplate (im)mortality or cry over linguistics on this fine evening, it’s the story for you.

glindiakarmâkho