@i-did-not-mean-to Commissioned Me To Draw Feanor Being Sad About People Saying Mean Things About Him

You have been visited by the money cat He only appears once every July 22nd

This guardian of the money ether may give you some of his hard earned riches. You reblog, He decides.

so weird how in english some words are really just used in expressions and not otherwise… like has anyone said “havoc” when not using it in the phrase “wreaking havoc”? same goes for “wreaking” actually…

reply with more, i’m fascinated

Here is the artwork for @silmarillionepistolary day 6, Loss and Betrayal.

It is dark in Valinor.

Finwë, still remaining in self-imposed exile with his son and grandsons, fears for himself and the people he abandoned - never has the world been this dark, not even in the first days at Cuivienen. Melkor betrayed them all, and is nowhere to be found, but the Two Trees are dead, still bleeding black venom from the attack. Fëanáro is gone, he was summoned by the Valar, who seem to think he can help right the wrong that was done here only weeks ago. Finwë worries that his son will be too bitter and too proud to listen.

He misses his family, the ones he left behind when he chose Fëanáro’s side - he knows that Nolofinwë was deeply hurt by this, but he still thinks his eldest son needs him more - and he prays they are all right. Formenos is silent, but not dark … the Silmarils, set into the wall above his son’s throne, cast light into every corner.

I worry for him, Finwë writes. He needs me. It is dark, but those gems…

He pauses, looking up at them, before he takes a deep breath and goes on: Valar forgiv-

Finwë does not get to finish the sentence. He does not even have time to react as the heavy iron doors of Formenos are blown right off their hinges by a single strike of a massive iron hammer. A pitch-dark form rushes forward, and before Finwë can even cry out, Melkor’s hammer swings into him, and the force of the blow sends him flying backwards. His body collides with the wall far behind, and the last thing he sees is Melkor prying his son’s coveted jewels from the wall.

Patchwork quilt floor!

you ever spend hours thinking about maglor's wanderings and then eventual death on the shores of Middle-Earth? Farther from home than he's ever been before; what is home anymore?

yeah me too

Happiness Will Come To You.

Damnit Annatar, Celebrimbor is trying to concentrate on his work

I have a little hc that whenever Fëanor felt distressed or alone he started embroidering a bit just to feel his mother by his side for a short time.

going back to my roots (oh god it's been 10 years since the hobbit ended...)