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)
