The white stone of Tirion always baked in the warmer months, emitting nearly visible waves of heat and withering the carefully pruned and kept gardens of its inhabitants. Even the fountains seemed to lose heart halfway through the summer, their bubbling streams seeming lazy and hopeless in the oppressive heat. It was a full-time chore to keep Tirion’s vibrant greenery alive during this time as it needed hourly watering and even sometimes artificial shade to keep it from dying altogether. Still, it was a job the city undertook with pride, each citizen pitching in and doing their job to keep the beauty of the city alive and to care for the delicate flowers and artfully draped vines that added natural beauty to the city’s shining glory.
Sure, every time of year is perfect for celebrating our beloved Noldor, but why not have an entire week dedicated to fanworks and fannish endeavors? The week of July 18-24, 2021, expect to see fics, art, playlists, poetry, and much more!
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Fool, How could I not love you How could I not wait for you How could I not admire you When I carry you in my mind, In my dreams and in my heart all the time
Neither distance nor time They would never be able to keep me from you Nor the paths I have yet to walk Nor anything, nor anyone
I love you, I miss you, I dream of you, I wait for you, I can’t live without your kisses My life can’t be called life if you are not in me
“Sleep now, Maitimo,” Fingon said as he gently stroked Maedhros’ brow and tucked the blanket more firmly around his body to shield him from the cold. Fingon then began to talk of the wondrous places he’d seen since leaving Aman, and all the activities he desired to do with Maedhros once he recovered his strength. He even talked about the music he had written during Maedhros’ absence, and started to softly hum one of the new songs for him.
As Maedhros was comforted by the sound of his cousin’s voice, the stars quietly left Varda’s skies and Manwë’s white mantle spread over the blue dome of Heaven outside his room. The hushed air veiled itself in descending white skyflowers and the trees became holy—their branches robed in feathery snow. Though no light could pierce through the mist that covered the heavens and Arda in its whiteness, Maedhros finally closed his eyes with a small smile on his lips as if all the stars had gathered in the crook of Fingon’s arm while his cousin rocked him to sleep.
Maedhros and Fingon/Mai and Findo ^-^ I just love them
It’s a kind of quick sketch, one of my friends asked me to draw this but I loved the idea cause they’re fucking cute XD Findo’s eye is a bit strange but idc I had ten minutes for this
every silm ship goes smth like character a/ character b, where character a has sworn and oath and thinks that it defines their fate and character b tells them not to let that oath define their fate
So, nobodies probably interested in me going on about how, in many ways, Fingon and Maedhros’ and Keith and Shiro’s relationship has parallels to each other?
(in other words, I rant about two if my favorite pairings, sheith and russingon)
“And as the sun rose over the mountains, casting its golden rays over the lands of Blessed Realm at the Fourth Age of the world, the last of the sons of Fëanor entered the world once more. And as he walked upon the plains out of the Temple of Irmo, he shall see someone waiting for him.”
My submission to the @officialtolkiensecretsanta exchange! And a gift to the dearest @imbirart ❤ I hope you like it! I wanted to do something with them in Valinor, whilst also carrying the weight of their experiences in Middle Earth, and this whole piece is basically inspired by the theme of new beginnings, which is timely for the new years ☺
Happy holidays to you! Hope you’ve had a very merry day ❤
OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING!!!!!, The colour the space the feel of the scene is PERFECT thank you so much!!! It’s simple yet expressive and I love the style!!!!!
“His valour was as a fire yet steadfast as the hills of stone; wise he was and skilled in voice and hand; troth and justice he loved and bore goodwill to all, both Elves and Men, hating Morgoth only; he sought not his own, neither power nor glory, and death was his reward.”
*gets hands on CSP, first art is russingon* partially inspired by this scene:
So Maeglin pushes back his chair with his heart in his throat and joins the others at the gate, not knowing what he expects to see.
Prince Fingon hasn’t even dismounted yet. He rode alone into the courtyard, a single elf upon a single horse, and he has no eyes for all those who have come to greet him save only one person.
Maedhros is holding his horse by the bridle while Fingon leans down, cups Maedhros’ scarred face, and beams with the brightness of rare winter sun against snow.
Oh , thinks Maeglin, struck dumb, and drops his eyes in embarassment. Suddenly a great deal of comments, and jokes, and long, fond ramblings from his lord fall into place.
(partially because I drew most of it before double checking the details, and thus things do not quite match)(but as always pls check it out I love this fic)
