Limited Palette Feanor

And in the end, it is a matter of the length of the narrative.

Actually, I find Tolkien's treatment of Aredhel a bit annoying. It makes no sense for Aredhel to follow Turgon to Gondolin. Turgon's building of Gondolin and hiding there was perfectly reasonable for Turgon. The only thing he did that didn't make sense was taking Aredhel with him. Aredhel and Gondolin? I don't understand anything. Turgon is not her father, the king she must obey, nor is he the most agreeable of her siblings. And the Gondolin-like approach is completely incompatible with Aredhel's character as described throughout the book - a hunter, a lover of travel, and a temper that can be inferred from her friendship with the sons of Fëanor. Tolkien has her join Gondolin without any reason. Aredhel follows Turgon to Gondolin because Tolkien needs her to give birth to Maeglin, which will bring about the downfall of Gondolin. She was captured by an evil husband because she had to give birth to an evil son (and if you don't think race determines personality, this is all annoying.). Unlike the sons of Feanor, who brought about tragedy because of their own contradictions in personality, she had contradictions because she had to be the tool of tragedy. It's annoying to see a character who could have been really interesting get treated like this…. Like many women in real life, who had potential but were ignored and used only as a tool.

hate it when the basis of your relationship is your mutual performances and so you can never develop a genuine connection. happy fratricide friday and sibling rane saturday (i scheduled this for midnight). in other words i am going insane over this fic

pulling myself out of my art slump with a carp drawing

happy halloween everyone! here’s what i imagine a fishing village along the whitegull might look like

limited palette nerdanel

It fills up our lives, this talking. It holds us in place. Endless vying viewpoints to be mulled over and debated and never once acted upon, because all of it, all of that talk, no matter how progressive, no matter how hopeful, can’t help but end up serving the one true god that rules over us all, the greatest of all gods, the fervent, universal faith: a god of lies.

i also liked the flat colours lol

death first to vultures and scavengers

this scene will live rent free in my brain forever

sister carpenter with a gun what crimes will she commit?

local cairn maiden devotee hard at work