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LĂșthien edit
Maker: @0chemicalwaste0
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art dump
woohoo! I actually am posting this! This is all the stuff that's actually kinda good bc most of my sketch book is a mess. I mean like scibles everywhere and multiple versions of drawings that look like a 7 year old drew and pages missing half of themselves đ€
Ok so first up is Luna! The first one is without a filter and the other one is with one. We're not gonna talk about the glasses or neck or the amount of crap I had to whiteout lol
Here's some fanart I made in school. Ik it looks a little goofy but I think it's beautiful đ. Top right we have portraits of some important characters in this one novel called Tangerine we had to read last school year. The curly hair one is this guy named Joey, the stick figure w/ glasses is the main character Paul and the one who thinks hes the rizzler is Paul's older brother Erik. That book is trash btw so don't read it.
Beside that is a sketch of Viola/Cesario from Twelfth Night. I spent more time on the drawing than the actual graded writing part lol. On the bottom is the Duke Orsino (also from Twelfth Night.)
Next we've got our favorite Alabama citizens (plus Haleth bc she girlboss!) Nienor/Ninel is in the top right with the walking L (her brother/partner/husband actually...) TĂșrin and then the baddie Haleth đȘđ„”đ . I tried to draw Beleg too but he came out a little special looking.
These are what I like to call my
âšïžscary sketchesâšïž
Messy outlines? YES! Terrible proportions? OFC! Weird commentary? ALWAYS! Will I regret putting these on the internet for everyone to see? PROBABLY đ
I drew Aredhel as a teenager (why specifically teen idk), yk before Eöl and all that drama and trauma. Idk how I feel about it...
And then Lihn Song from KotLC bc she's cool and super pretty and has fire hair.
And on the bottom is our hot princess girlboss slay queen LĂșthien. My drawing does no justice đ
Idk if you can tell but I'm totally loosing my attention so this next part will be really short and simple bc I need to get this over with đ„±
the first drawing is gisela from KotLC and my current pfp, so slay
Next to that is a sketch from about a year ago of baby me! Ik, I was adorable âșïžđ
And under that is my favorite MEGAMIND X JOJO SIWA!!! He's so slay.
Ok all done now I can sleep :)
OMG THANK YOU @daily-smol-silm =D
Ummm, so idek if this counts bc itâs not quite chibi but it little lĂșthien :D
[ID: a drawing of Luthien from the shoulders-up on lined notebook paper. She has a soft expression on her face, and long, fluffy brown hair that flows freely behind two braids. Sheâs colored in marker and lined in brown pen, over a blue pen sketch. /end ID]
They look almost exactly like Luthien
They look almost exactly like Luthien.
Their jaw shape is slightly different, and the slant of their noses is just a bit off, but those are such trivial things.
They've known it since they first arrived in Angband- their first view of the Lieutenant was his face contorted in a terrifying mask of rage as he snarled at Elros. They are half-convinced the only reason he didn't slay them then and there was that Maglor tripped and revealed there were two instead of one.
Throughout their childhood in the weaving room Maglor is their primary teacher. He tells them of the crimes his brothers have committed against their family, compares them to Luthien in both appearance and temperament. When the Lieutenant takes them away to supplement their education he tells them of Tol-in-Gaurhoth and the witch and her hound that threw him down and stole his lands.Â
He takes their tiny hands and makes them swear to never do anything like that against him or His Highness. They cry out in horror that they would never do such a thing, and the Lieutenant lets them throw themselves into his waiting arms.Â
His Highness likes that they look like Luthien. Heâs never tried anything untoward, but he likes to pat them on the head and call them Luthienlie when they do something good. It feels vaguely paternal, and they aren't particularly averse to it.
Luthien was good at singing, and to the Lietenantâs joy so are they. He and Maglor teach them Song, how to bring an elf the purest joy, how to make them insensate with terror. They can cast down walls, will rivers to a rage. Elros incorporates it into his work in agriculture- sings crops to a greater yield many times more than normal, sings animals into docility for the slaughter. Elrond learns how to sing the flesh off to get the internal structures of a body before singing everything back together, and how to burn out infection from a wound.
Theyâre often brought to see new prisoners, along with Maglor and Maedhros.Â
The Noldor cry out to the feanorions to help them. Maglor cringes behind the lieutenantâs skirts while Maedhros shouts and swears at the maia.
When the Sindar see the twins their faces fall in despair and resignation.
They look almost exactly like Luthien.
Sauronâs First age elf ratings:
Feanor: husband stealer -5/10
Maedhros: squishy, screams loudly 7/10
Fingon: stole favourite prisoner 2/10
Celegorm/Curufin: commited grave sin of letting LĂșthien leave to fuck shit up 0/10
LĂșthien: FUCK NO. SCARY AS HELL -1000/10
Thingol: has scary wife 1/10
Finrod: tasty 9/10
Fingolfin: hurt husband -2/10
Turgon: unreasonably paranoid 3/10
Maeglin: whiny 6/10
Gil-Galad : who is he?? 1/10
Galadriel: too close to Melian -1/10
Elrond/Elros: mini LĂșthien x2 -20/10
EĂ€rendil: killed favourite dragon -30/10
Luthien and Huan. Across the night (2009)
Luthien Tinuviel (2014)
Song of Luthien Tinuviel (2016)
Luthien and Huan (2016)
Luthienâs Plea (2017)
Beren and Luthien (2020)
Foggy path (2020)
Luthien and Huan (2021)
The Morning Star and the Evening Star (2024)
LĂșthien TinĂșviel and her descendant Arwen Undomiel.
how to train your kinslayer au
so thereâs this period in time post-Nirnaeth where the Feanorians AND a silmaril wearing Luthien are both living in Ossiriand, and I just think itâd be really funny if Luthien (aided and abetted by Beren) kidnaps Maedhros
why is Maedhros so far south this could be a possibility? well, would YOU trust his brothers not to start shit with Luthien and Beren behind his back AGAIN? the only way theyâre doing that is by going through him first
why would Luthien get it into her head to do this? obvs because she senses the impending disaster Maedhros will bring upon her descendants in the future. she may not know precisely what the disaster is, but boy howdy if she wonât try to do something about it. and bc she is Luthien, bc she is inexorable and mighty and determined and kind she will succeed.Â
and Maedhros, post-Nirnaeth Maedhros who has lost his battle, lost his king, lost his closest friends, lost his land, a great deal of his forces, his hope, and his trust, who has reached the lowest point of his life but before he starts compounding it with pre-meditated kinslaying, he has no defenses to muster
and who knows, maybe in this state Luthien can get him to try to renounce his Oath without rivers of spilled blood in Menegroth
maybe it even works this time
special cast featuring;
Beren, who appreciates having another lefty around who Gets his jokes, still does bonkers fucking yonkers shit like poke at their emotional issues
Dior, who really wishes his parents would have picked any other empty nesting pet while heâs preparing to leave for Doriath
Nimloth, who has Heard Things about the fabled Gardens of Yavanna and would like to know Everything. Now. yes, she gets youâre a puddle of anguish but you canât be a puddle of anguish whilst talking about plants! >:(
ElurĂ©d & ElurĂn, who have NEVER seen red hair in their entire life and must get their sticky hands in it yesterday, much to Diorâs continued consternation
Elwing, who has no time for all this drama, her diapers arenât going to change themselves, people!
Maedhrosâ brothers, who CANNOT believe their eldest has gone and gotten himself irretrievably kidnapped AGAIN. where is Fingon when you need himâ oh right. right. shit
In light of recent interesting discourse about Beren and LĂșthien's Silmaril theft, and the FĂ«anorions' priorities in the lead-up to Nirnaeth and after, I started wondering how things might have changed if B&L had managed to steal two Silmarils rather than one. Would pulling the Union together be harder with only one jewel left to draw focus in Angband?
Then as soon as I thought about it some more, I realised the most inevitable path diverged earlier than that.
Then I started writing a fic, got 400 words in, and realised I wanted to actually figure out what happened first. So here's a half (or potentially a smaller fraction) of a sort of bullet point fic/plan/thing, which may or may not get properly written up later. First I need to work out where to go from here.
Angrist was forged by the greatest of the Dwarf-smiths in the master-workshops of Nogrod. It cuts two Silmarils from Morgoth's iron crown before the blade snaps, and Morgoth stirs in his enchanted sleep.
Beren passes one Silmaril to LĂșthien, and they run for it.
Carcharoth still meets them, snarling, at the gate. Beren still holds out a Silmaril to ward him off. His hand still gets bitten off.
But when the Eagles come for them, and LĂșthien clambers sobbing onto Thorondor's back, she clasps a Silmaril in her hand.
The Eagles bear them towards Doriath, and the Treelight undiminished shines out over Dorthonion and Gondolin.
In chilly Himring, Maglor is shaken awake from nightmares of fire and smoke by his eldest brother, who drags him out of bed and towards the window. "Look! Is that not a Silmaril that shines now in the North?"
Maglor recognises it, of course. Moreover, he recognises the size and shape of Eagles in flight, even at a distance. Recognises, too, that as often as not they bear doom itself upon their great feathered backs.
(His father's jewel stinging his Oath awake, his brother's emaciated bleeding body wrapped in Fingon's cloak - they all mean failure.)
"Thingol's daughter and the mortal must have succeeded," he says. "What can we do?"
Maedhros and Maglor, you see, are Not Happy with the news out of Nargothrond.
That Celegorm wanted to force an elf-maid to wed against her will, after what they heard befell Aredhelâ
That Curufin could turn against his favourite cousin, and betray him to his deathâ
"I am afraid," says Maedhros, "of what it will make us do. What it will make us become."
"We could ignore it," says Maglor, whose first response is always inaction. "Let it go to Doriathâ" But it is hard even to finish the sentence, with the Oath choking his words.
And there is a bigger problem: Celegorm and Curufin, who are sleeping now (it is only Maedhros who can be relied upon to pace the fortress by night), will not do so forever. They have already attacked Thingol's daughter once - will they do so again, before she can pass into the safety of her mother's Girdle?
"We have to get to Doriath before they do," says Maedhros, and wonders when his little brothers became the threat to be outpaced.
"And then what?" asks Maglor, who never shies from difficult questions.
Maedhros gives him one of his quick strange smiles. "This is how it works, you know," he says. "Huan has turned from Tyelko. Tyelpë has repudiated Curvo. It turns you into the worst version of yourself, and then it strips away the best thing you have left."
Maedhros has ridden out to claim a Silmaril before, and lost all of himself in the process.
Maglor, too, has been offered all he ever wanted - his dearest brother, returned to him - and turned away for the sake of the Oath he renewed at his father's deathbed.
They are both afraid of what they could become.
They ride out from Himring anyway, swiftly and secretly, before the dawn.
Meanwhile, Thorondor sets Beren and LĂșthien down on Doriath's southern border.
Huan comes to join them, and with the power of the Silmaril, Beren is healed sooner than he might have been, otherwise.
The Quest is fulfilled. Beren has no reason to stay away from Thingol's house.
Instead of wandering in the wilds, the lovers return to Menegroth, present a Silmaril, and promptly get married.
Thingol is very surprised (and overjoyed) to see them; the last news he had of LĂșthien was that she had vanished from Nargothrond.
In fact, he's just sent out a couple of messengers, led by Mablung Heavy-hand, with a scathing letter to Maedhros FĂ«anorion demanding his aid in finding the princess.
North of the Girdle: "Hey, isn't that Maedhros FĂ«anorion?"
"Sure is," says Mablung, who was at the Mereth Aderthad.
"Hail, Mablung of Doriath!" calls Maedhros, who never forgets a face. "What news from King Thingol?"
Well, there isn't news as such. Just... fury.
Maedhros considers the merits of keeping his cards close to his chest versus the dire diplomatic situation he's currently in, and opts to share what they saw from Himring, and what it bodes for Beren's success.
He decides not to share that LĂșthien was definitely with Beren, which he knows because his brothers attacked her.
Maglor is not sure how stopping to chat with an Iathren marchwarden is going to get them closer to a Silmaril, but he isn't in the habit of arguing with Maedhros.
Anyway, before the conversation can wrap up, a marauding werewolf appears.
Right. Carcharoth.
The Iathrim make the sensible call and scramble up some trees. Maglor follows a beat later.
Noldor don't climb trees very often. It isn't one of the skills Maedhros has had cause to practice one-handed.
Not that it matters, because he's frozen where he stands, eyes wide and bright and thoughtful.
This is unusual. Maedhros would not be the most renowned warrior of the Noldor if he were constantly dissociating in the midst of battle.
He saves the dissociation for after the battle, thank you.
The wolf is almost upon him.
Well, thinks Maglor, about time I did some saving for a change.
Maglor is not LĂșthien. Does he need to be? He knows enough about madness, and enough about torment. He knows how to sing the suffering to sleep.
He drops down from his perch to begin a lullaby.
Carcharoth slows down when he sings, and comes to a momentary halt, and Maglor takes the time to hiss, "Nelyo, runâ"
"They burned him," Maedhros breathes, still with that bright faraway look in his eyes that means he is half-lost in memory. "His hands were black and ruined. No evil thing may touch them."
The wolf lunges.
[I want to kill Maglor off here but I'm a coward. so.]
Carcharoth savages Maglor's leg and he collapses.
That brings Maedhros back to himself.
Mablung and his party aren't heavily armed. They were only meant to be messengers, after all. They get a few shots in at the wolf, who runs off, still maddened.
Maglor isn't moving isn't talking and there's so much bloodâ
(to be continued)
