All My Favorite Bag End Interior Paintings, From My Webcomic Adaptation Of The Hobbit (which You Can

DAY TWO of @silmsmutweek! "Coast" and "cross-cultural relationships" both suggested to me Finarfin/Earwen, so under the cut is another 400 words of one of their first sexual experiences together. Content note: contemplation of sexual morality in a world with gods who live next door and, uh, butt stuff.

“Those who live outside the Calacirya,” Arafinwe's mother had reminded him, “do not always honor the Valar in the same way we do, here in the fullness of Their light.” And in her frustrating, this is something you need to learn for yourself way, “You must be prepared to choose the ways that seem right to you.”

He understood better, when he saw his friends in Alqualonde slipping away into the shadows beyond the beach bonfires in pairs or triads or more, leading each other by the hand in every possible combination of genders behind boathouses and under piers, to elicit sounds from each other that the humid, starlit air did nothing to muffle.

And while his mother certainly must have an opinion of her own, he had been given leave to decide his own path.

He didn't say no when his best friend took his hand and led him to a small grotto well prepared with quilts and cushions. Nor when she began to kiss him, really kiss him, with lips and teeth and tongue. Nor when she stripped them both of the finely-woven cloth they had been draped in.

Then she asked if he wanted to see something fun, and showed him the suggestively carved rod of ivory and bottle of fragrant olive oil she'd brought along. 

He didn't know why, exactly, he'd agreed to be the one to receive it. Misplaced gallantry perhaps? She'd told him she'd enjoy it either way. Or maybe he was too curious and too trusting for his own good. This time, she made him say yes with his actual mouth before she directed him onto his hands and knees.

She was merely petting him softly along the back and telling him how very good he was doing for her as she slowly, gently pressed her little toy deeper and deeper into his asshole. He was merely gripping the fabric beneath his hands, trying not to weep and failing not to moan at the intensity of the sensation.

They weren't touching each other anywhere they shouldn't, he told himself, though he'd grown achingly hard and she kept wriggling her hips needily. They hadn't even unbraided their hair. He could almost assert that they weren't getting up to anything improper at all. 

But she was the princess of this land, after all. Surely she wouldn’t encourage her best friend into any behavior that might be considered sinful.

They just honored the Valar differently here, was all.

literally my favorite moment in the book. eight-year-old me read and cried. I won’t finish it, but I like this fragment

Finrod

Tol-in-Gaurhoth

graphite, sketchbook A5

“The Lonely Mountain”

The fifth of eleven new watercolours depicting places in Middle-earth and Númenor for an upcoming book.

The calmest orange car ever 🐱🐱

Hi guys, just dropping by to wish you a very merry Christmas with this Tolkien's drawing! Have a good one!

A slightly mussed up Nerdanel and an exhausted Feanor for Day 2 of @silmsmutweek Well, more like post-smut, but still.

They were watching each other work and then got a little distracted. (Nothing sexier than being a master at your craft, right?)

Also a late submission for @finweanladiesweek since I didn't get around to drawing my other Nerdanel idea back then, but at least I finished this one.

Sauron sacrifices a branch of Nimloth, the white tree of Numenor, in the Temple for Morgoth.

A well deserved break 💤

Another doodle and also thinking about when in the book, after the ring was destroyed when they were brought back to Rivendell, that Frodo woke up first, saw that Sam was still asleep and just went back to sleep until Sam also wakes up 😭

mental image to share with y'all: Maedhros and Fingon's younger siblings deciding to plan their wedding for them (because they haven't figured out they're in love yet)