Part Of A Collab With @outofangband- An Illustration Of Thishttps://outofangband.tumblr.com/post/625288703684870145/some-eldritch-horror-inspired-angband-drama-part

Part of a collab with @outofangband- an illustration of this https://outofangband.tumblr.com/post/625288703684870145/some-eldritch-horror-inspired-angband-drama-part 

They are not elves anymore... They have the eyes of corpses. But they are nor Orcs. Because Orcs do not take our children when we lock our food up. And although they look like the fair Eldar, they always sing off-key

was in a conversation was @outofangband and we started discussing the concept of Not Elves- too elvish to be orcs, but to different to be elves. Mostly escaped thralls from Angband who came back different, or failed to adapt to life outside the fortress. They are always hungry. And they are always searching for food.

Do I have an excuse for drawing Mairon like this? no

Do I regret it? …..no 

They think they had a good childhood

They think they had a good childhood. They don’t remember much of the Before; Elrond thinks he can remember their mother’s smile, Elros thinks she never smiled at them at all.

Maglor smiled at them. Elrond remembers him having a smile as bright as a forge-light, no matter how much his arms shook or his skin seemed to pull. He was the one who gave them lessons in arithmetic, made sure they knew all their letters.

He was always very strict on pronunciation. They never did understand why.

The weaving room was nice. It was quiet and the elves who lived there were kind, if slightly obsessed with their work. Maglor would play for them on the harp, fingers bleeding as he went though the history of his people over and over again.

Maglor would be Gone sometimes. The one time Elros asked him why, he smiled at him, ruffled his hair, and told him not to worry. 

“Do you remember the bad things I did? Well, His Highness and the Lieutenant are punishing me for it. That’s what happens to bad people, you see.” 

In hindsight he probably shouldn't have said that to children.

The Lieutenant visited them often. Sometimes he would just watch as Maglor played for them, eyes gleaming with a fey light. Other times he would bring them small gifts- sweets and shiny things and soft stuffed animals. Or he would teach them himself, voice rising in Song with Maglor’s accompaniment while they tried to copy him with shaking notes. They liked that the best because he would laugh and hug them and throw them into the air as they shrieked in delight whenever they were successful.

They saw His Highness once a month- the same time they saw Maedhros. They all had dinner on a monthly basis. Elrond and Elros made a game of trying to steal the meat off each other’s plates, the Lieutenant chuckling and occasionally surrendering his own if he was in a good mood.

They didn’t steal off Maglor’s plate. The one time Elrond had he almost vomited it was so over-salted. Maedhros never had nearly enough food to steal in the first place, and the very idea of trying to steal from His Highness made them feel sick.

His Highness was always nice to them, always interested in what they wanted to say. Better than Maedhros, who would always try and stop them eating, who would scream at Maglor and the Lieutenant and even His Highness. But Maedhros would also tell the best stories about his brothers, so he was alright.

They think they had a good childhood.

Currently rewatching desolation of Smaug, now I really want a film of Thranduil failing to 1v1 Ancalagon

Do you take requests? If so I'd love to see how you picture Ulmo! If not, totally valid!

Ulmo! I headcanon Ulmo as being able to take a pretty convincing Eldar form when he wants, but he just doesn't want to. Ulmo’s form tends to have smooth skin like a dolphin or a shark, and he often forgets to form outer ears because he normally has no need for them.