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  Maedhros and Fingon :: Archery Practice

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//“You might try to aim at the target this time.” Maedhros chuckled in mockery, as he watched his young cousin with judgement like that of an older brother. “Or would you want me to show you, yet again?”
Fingon snorted humourlessly through clenched teeth as he drew the arrow to his ear as taught, the exertion of the act making the muscles of his shoulder and arm vibrate in objection after many such motions. The last arrow he had imbedded but a hand-length from the mark, and the frustration was clear in his tightened jaw and narrowingeyes.
The young elf inhaled deeply, this time determined to shoot straight. He exhaled slowly, releasing the arrow to fly through the air as the last of his breath left his lunges. It hit the mark with a twack as the metal tip drove into the plate of straw with force. Fingon exclaimed in a cry of victory, and turned to his cousin with a smug grin stapled on his face. “What were you saying, cousin? Perhaps you should not be so swift to disregard my quickness in learning.”
Maedhros raised a brow unimpressed. “This is a testimate to my teachings, if anything. If I can teach you, then your baby sister will be next. It will not be so much harder a task, I should think.” He flashed Fingon a challenging grin.
The youngster grimaced mockingly in return and held out his hand. “Be quiet and give me another arrow, old man.”//

(I wrote the text now to go with the drawing and to underline my idea; it is rushed but I liked it.)



Idea
Do not ask me how this idea came into my mind, but I enjoyed drawing it thoroughly. I simply loved the idea of a fully matured Maedhros teaching his adolescent cousin to shoot with bow and arrow. My last time of reading the silmarillion I understood that at the time of Finwe’s remariage with Indis, Fëanor was already grown and married to Nerdanel, so he would get Maedhros at aprox the time that Indis would have Fingolfin, which would mean that Fingon is quite younger than Maedhros. I do not know in years, but I’d guess half a dozen decades at least. So, it is definitely a headcanon of mine that Mae would enjoy the tutoring of his younger cousin. He always seemed the most sympathetic of the Feanorians, especially in his friendship with Fingon.

Some of you may also know that I have a headcanon of the dress evolution of the elves through the ages. In early Valinor I imagine them wearing something like the ancient egyptians did, it being a land of beauty and comfort, I see it as sunny and warm, even before the rising of the sun. So that is the explanation for their attires. There is nothing sexual about it.

Technique
I drew this exclusively with an 8H pencil, and tuned the contrast some in photoshop after scanning–btw, if anyone has a good scanner to recommend, which is not too expensive, I would gladly hear it as mine is terrible. I used a smudge stick for the shading, and it was indeed my first attempt at using one, so I instantly fell in love with the technique, so the shading was a surprisingly easy process, even with the two months grace period–which is my way of categorising my terrible anxiety of finishing drawings I have used much too long time on. The anatomy obviously is not perfect, but this is still one of the best drawings I have made with two people in it–I even drew feet! YAY! And of course I managed to misplace them on the page so I could not finish the top of Fingon’s bow and the end of Maedhros’. But I could still stare at them both all day, as they turned out perfectly to my vision(!!).

Conclusion

It awes me whenever I don’t hate what I draw, and lately I have hated very little of my art. It is slightly unsettling, to be honest, and it makes me put a lot of pressure on my art, which in return makes me procrastinate. Its a bad circle, but I do love this drawing, with all its flaws, and I was very happy and excited to finish it. It is rather sketchy in style, but I like that as well, and I enjoyed drawing something completely different for once.

I hope you like it too, and let me know what you think, of the idea and the drawing!^^

Love, Iggy


PS. I cannot stress enough that I do not ship them romantically, and I would very much appreciate if you do not sexualize this drawing of mine. I respect that people have different impressions than me, but I also hope you will respect mine and focus on the art itself. Thank you! <3


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I don’t mean to sound like a cliche, but I seriously had not expected this drawing to be so go

I don’t mean to sound like a cliche, but I seriously had not expected this drawing to be so good so quickly… I am absolutely in love!!

I fixed Mae’s face, which was most crucial to me, and then the shading took a life if its own.

I can’t wait to add a bit more details and finish this shortly! It will not have more background than this, but I think the two of them looks complex enough for me to get away with!

Let me know what you think so far!


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Despite the bad positioning on the page, and the struggle to make the two of them correct compared t

Despite the bad positioning on the page, and the struggle to make the two of them correct compared to each other, I’m rather happy with this rough sketch of Maedhros and Fingon!

It’s still early, so I’m not sure how far I’ll take it yet, but it felt good to draw my favorite elves again!

(And Maedhros and Fingons friendship will always get me! I imagine this scene where Maedhros teaches Fingon to shoot, being the eldest!) ✨


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dudewhynotthis:

molosseraptor:

you can’t watch these two play and not smile

please turn on the sound

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Send me headcanon requests. Legit anything. I am taking requests for:

- All Feanorians

- Fingon

- Turgon

- Finrod

- Angrod & Aegnor

- Elladan & Elrohir

- Glorfindel

- Ecthelion

I make long headcanons! I guarantee at least 10 mini paragraphs!

Some prompt ideas:

- Children

- Marriage or Proposal

- Protectiveness

- General Relationship

- Fluff

- NS*W

- Ruling together

- Dating

- Literally ANYTHING you can come up with. I just want to write.

- No one had really expected the eldest Feanorian to ever marry

- Not only did he have crushing responsibilities, but few thought he would ever truly open up his heart to someone else

- But when he did, the elven lands were in uproar with excitement. This was a speck of good news - of celebration, during darker times

- The wedding ceremony was lavish, with all the elven leaders present. After all, a queen was being crowned

- A few mortal kings and warriors were in attendance as well. The crowning of an elven queen could happen only every few thousand years. Their stories of what they saw would be passed down in their kingdoms for generations

- Your flowing robes were embedded with thousands of tiny crystals, glowing and sparkling in the sun. When you moved, it looked like pure sunlight had surrounded you and was following you

- You were crowned with a circlet of rubies, crafted by Curufin, and said by storytellers of old to have contained fire for that was how bright they shone

- But your appreciation for these material things paled in comparison to the real reason you were there. Love.

- Because finally, after countless years, you were marrying the one man you truly loved, and that man could hardly believe that you were willing to open up your heart to him

- Being the Queen of Himring wasn’t without its troubles. When Morgoth burst forth in Nirnaeth Arnoediad, and the kingdom’s king was leading the soldiers onto the battlefield, you, the queen, played your part, helping Himring stay strong, extending a hand of sanctuary to those who needed it. The people looked to you for guidance, and you gave your heart, your body, your soul.

- And when your fortress was forsaken after the crushing, bloody battles, the you led your people to safety, remaining steadfast at Maedhros’s side, the ruby crown visible to all who followed.

- Your husband couldn’t deny his crippling guilt. He had made you, the love of his life, a queen without a kingdom. Many a night, the two of you whispered to each other in the dark, made love by candlelight, dressed each other’s wounds, and only thought of each other as the storms raged outside.

- And when he died, killed by the roaring flames and the jump of his own doing, you followed in your own way. You led your people to their final sanctuary, the place where they’d finally be safe, and you declared your mission complete.

- All that marked the place where a great queen of beauty, strength, and terrible loss was a thin layer of silvery leaves and a twisted piece of metal that once would have been a ruby crown.

a-tenth-muse:

Reborn on wings 

made of wind and gold

he was wrapped in silver

moonlit cloth, 

carried in warm arms

hope was returned

and so was love

mortar rejoining 

crumbling stone

but what did it cost?


I wanted to ask you why? 

Why you stood vigil, day and night

pouring ambrosia into my lips

whispering the calmness of 

lonely mountains in my ears


Wasis really worth it?

that is, knowing the shadows 

under your eyes grew as

thecolour returned to mine.


What did you gain

by kissing every scar

till even I believed that there

could be  no darkness 

underneath, only

that they bled starlight 

shining proud and bare


I never did ask you why.

I would like to say 

that I knew the answers already

and in a way I did, 

there was more love in you than 

I dare deserve to claim


In truth, I did not want 

it to end, this sweet parley

of building gardens and bridges

you sang to me, and

I learned to dance again

you taught me to fight

repaying the debt first made 

under the twilight kingdom

we have forsaken


‘Can you not see’ I said to you

‘these hands have made me kinslayer

‘One hand did’ you agree

‘but it is gone and the other is yet clean’

you offered me redemption, salvation

and oath-bound I took it 

not knowing what it meant


For what it is worth

I know your blood is ichor

and only honey could pour

from your lips


And though even you 

could not help me forget

you did something more

you fashioned my nightmares

into a shining eyrie

gleaming proud 

on a withering height

I did not deserve this


The forsaken stood 

in yet uncarvenhalls

still cavernous, banners

flayed by the wind

he was king yet he knelt

no golden throne 

or crown for him

only those in the shadows

of what was, and

when he was asked

what did hope cost?

he would smile

a small price he would say

a crown and a hand

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