Elenwewy - Silm Elves

Maglor. sketch. This work brought me a lot of positive emotions. I know that many of you love him too. I suffered for a very long time because of my drawing skills, but maybe I should just enjoy the process?

Muchacho de los ojos tristes........

House of Finwë family tree, based on the later version from HoME. I chose to stop at Elrond & Elros' generation, but later added Arwen as a side note, which is why her brothers are not included.

I miss the days when, no matter how slow your internet was, if you paused any video and let it buffer long enough, you could watch it uninterrupted

Aredhel, Celegorm and Huan in Valinor.

Celegorm wears his fëanorian red even on the hunt - he says it's camouflage because his horse is also red.

Mix of watercolour and digital painting.

I'm fresh out of half-elven inspiration today, so have some Russingon, for a change. And some Lalwen, because there should always be more Lalwen. Also on AO3 (T: 352 words).

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It is Lalwen who marries them.

Lalwen, whose own heart’s joy had laughed at Mandos, and now melts into the bones of the earth in blistered Dorthonion, returning, as she had ever sought, to the imagination, to the shining, breathing glory of the trees. Sinking down, that the roots may be nourished and the shattered forests rise again.

“Look not for me in the West,” she had said, as the binding caught their hearts, as Lalwen’s breath tracked hers to its source and their bodies wove together, following their minds. “This is all there is. Love, now, and the silence, after, unless it be a song of remembrance, caught in the branches, or the breeze.”

Lalwen had only kissed her again and clung, until the knife came down, and the great woods burned.

She watches Maedhros’ face as they weave their plans for the final battle, remembering Fëanor’s passion, and his bright boys’ following rage. Let the Void take us! And if it does? If there is only silence, and not even a song, where the Darkness reigns?

She is cold. Colder than she ever was in the great crossing; more certain even than then of the long fall, the bleak end. Fingon’s fine eyes catch the light as they did on the Ice, under the stars, only now they are burning.

This is all they will have. Love, now, and the silence, after.

She draws them into the robing room, after the council meeting. Pulls the gold bands from the bases of her braids to use as rings. Wraps their wrists with her sash, lays skin against skin as they stammer and shiver under her fierce, forgiving gaze.

Maedhros tries to demur, to conjure spectres and channel voices of disapproval, but he is already leaning into Fingon; their smiles matching as they ever have; their fingers twining as though carved to fit, knuckle to knuckle, tendon to tendon, bone to bone.

Lalwen blesses them. Kisses them. Sends them to bed, to their true binding.

She sits in the dark, then, for a while, listening to the silence.

To the song.  

Glorfindel ?

the other are pretty btw

and for @purpleflowerluminaryus

Third age Heraldic :)

lord/master = Hîr: Sindarin en = of the: Sindarin golden flower = Mallos: Sindarin

Sable (black) symbolizes constancy and grief.

Vert (green) symbolizes hope and loyalty.

Or (gold/yellow) symbolizes generosity, openness, peace, and sincerity.

The gauntlet is a symbol of strength, power, and loyalty.

The lion represents courage, nobility, royalty, and strength.

The unicorn represents both strength and courage, as well as virtuous dispositions.

The boar represents toughness and courage.

In heraldry the stars symbolize unity and independence, and when put together in groups, they represent a nation.

Crowns, collars, and chains symbolize obligation to the people that the wearer of the heraldic rules and protects.

one of my hotter takes as a silm fan is an instinctive dislike of the common fandom trope of every noldo having one Chosen Craft they devote themselves entirely to and are known by. like not only does it not seem in line with what we know of feanor's crafts (he is clearly somewhat of a renaissance man, with a keen interest in linguistics, metalwork, gemwork, etc) but it also doesn't add up for a species with literally infinite time and apparently no economic necessity to establish a niche.

clearly they all have their preferences and inclinations, and some people (say, maglor or miriel) are especially and notably good at certain things, but a common trope i see is this elves pressure to Pick A Thing and construct identity around it and that feels horribly current-human-society to me, like a YA novel or a college major. it feels much more in line with the world to me that young elves might be expected to be reasonably well-educated in many different pursuits/crafts, and that most wouldn't come to be known for one thing specifically

Hello, I'm Clo and I might have a problem in the form of my love for a certain redeaded elf...

I kinda made myself tear up with this, so I decided to add the final #chibi to show another aspect of Maedhros that we should not forget... <;

Creation of the One Ring.