Imagine Hearing This Behind The Bush And You Thought Its A Cat

Imagine hearing this behind the bush and you thought its a cat 💀💀

Where now all our sons? for Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang 2024 ( @tolkienrsb ) in collaboration with @niennawept. Title roughly translated from this song by Lind Erebros.

Eärwen, mother of Finrod, Angrod, Aegnor, and Galadriel, as I imagined she might have been had she joined the Host of the West in Beleriand during the War of Wrath.

Other thoughts below.

This was strongly influenced by Jenny Dolfen's A Sorrowful Meeting in theme, if not in execution. I've always wondered how much those in Valinor knew about the goings-on in Beleriand, where so many other reunions would never happen.

Women, broadly, get the short shrift in the canon narrative, so I wanted to draw focus to them and their grief, not as helpless, hopeless, hand-wringing maidens, but as angry, maybe even ambivalent avengers of what they had lost.

This closing verse from Edna St. Vincent Millay's "Dirge Without Music" was very much on my mind:

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know.  But I do not approve.  And I am not resigned.

I'm very excited to reveal one of my Artworks for TRSB 2024 over at @tolkienrsb!

In collaboration with @dragonridersofficer-fiammag, who wrote a fic of absolutely epic proportions, I present Glorfindel and Ecthelion at the cusp of Gondolins destruction.

If you want to read more about what transpired, as well as a love story through the ages, you can read their magnificent fic Until we meet again, dearest friend, which will be revealed soon. There's also more information about the fanfic on their blog, so go check it out!

you may be rotten, but that does not mean that you are unwanted. Fungi cling to your sides like a kit to its mother and adoring trails of insects caress your bark like a lover. Birds rest inside your hollow trunk during the storm, and you provide the nest of two foxes intertwined like an ouroboros, lost in the haze of spring. to them you are still wanted; to them you are still needed; rotting or no, to them you make a home.

wip of my otp Glorfindel and Ecthelion :’) watch this space for actual finished elves…soon 💦 ✨