"And It Is Told Of Maglor That He Could Not Endure The Pain With Which The Silmaril Tormented Him; And

I don't know what this is or why I drew it. But here it is.

just want to shout out to the silmarillion fandom for being so active and supportive. i’ve been part of much larger fandoms and found the interest and engagement, specifically with fan creations, so much greater here; even with fewer people in the fandom, so many people comment on fics and in the tags of posts, and ask questions and contribute to discussion - it’s really such a great little community, i love you guys 🥺

This is my turn to shine!

This is my edit on @sauroff valentine's conquest! I hope you like it and happy valentine's 💖💖

-my art

Finally finished this painting!

"Stealing a Silmaril" - acrylics on paper (wips on patreon)

“Then Lúthien catching up her winged robe sprang into the air, and her voice came dropping down like rain into pools, profound and dark. She cast her cloak before his eyes, and set upon him a dream, dark as the outer Void where once he walked alone.”

My attempt of making Varda. I have such a love hate relationship with her, but it all comes down to a deep admiration towards her character. I believe (at least in the bounds of my own headcanon) she always had many traits in common with Melkor himself, but lacked the urge to create, destroy and take for the sake of proving herself to anyone, even to herself. She wielded the power to take as much as she wanted to but she never chose that path and instead helped Manwë with his fair and just rule. That level of maturity and foresight is something Melkor could never achieve. To understand your own desire and capabilities and still holding yourself back for the sake of greater good (and also the level of security she had with herself) is what makes Varda such a unique and beloved character for me. I hope my art didn't do her injustice.

Couldn't be done without the support of my dearest friend @gracefallingart

I drew Nerdanel

This is a bit different to my regular style. I'm still working on my ability to render things and still finding my artstyle but I think she turned out pretty.

I don’t think Maedhros stopped praying when he left Valinor, even once the Valar had forsaken his family and banished them. Maybe it was habit maybe it was comfort but I don’t think he stopped.

Nor do I think he stopped when he was captured by The Enemy. I think it became his sole source of hope that someone who cared would hear him and free him one way or the other and in a sense that prayer was answered.

I don’t even think it stopped when Fingon died. I think Maedhros prayed he’d find peace and safety in Mandos. I think he prayed he’d be home safe soon. I think he was grateful that no matter the end the person he loved most was at last out of harms way.

No he stopped praying after Doriath. The night he lost so much. The night he lost three brothers. The night that Celegorm bled out in his arms going out of the world quietly, in stark contrast to how he entered it. But it was not those deaths that stopped his prayers, he knew his brother’s wrongs, the harm they’d done. He knew with as much pain as it brought him they deserved it.

He stopped praying when he lost two little boys in the woods. When in desperation with tears freezing on his cheeks he called out with the simplest prayer you can “please.” He was met only with the bite of the frost and the cold moonlight and the colder indifference of gods that claimed to be loving. When Fingon had reached out in a moment of need despite his own banishment an eagle had been sent. To save Maedhros’ wind and war torn soul. But when Maedhros asked them to save two little princes lost in the woods there was only silence and contempt.

Yes I think he only stopped praying after that. When he was good and sure he was alone.

Maedhros dot png

I was laughing my ass off while drawing this, I felt like he was staring me in the eyes and it was starting to make me uncomfortable.

Taniquetil

Manwë & Melkor