Oh, you killed one Balrog? That’s cute.

- Ecthelion of the Fountain, to Glorfindel, the Silmarillion, Of Tuor and the Fall of Gondolin

The Charge of King Fingolfin

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Half a league, Half a league

Half a league onward,

Through the plain of Anfauglith

  Rode King Fingolfin.

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总算结束了小半年的学习，之前画的涌泉也可以放出来了，虽然还是没画完……

“Thrice was Fingolfin with great blows to his knees beaten, thrice he rose still leaping up beneath the cloud aloft to hold star-shining, proud, his stricken shield, his sundered helm, that dark nor might could overwhelm.”

J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lays of Beleriand

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The Children of Húrin  - The sadness continues! 

Now we have grown-up Túrin making bad choices in Nargothrond, and poor Gwindor, ugh... Gwindor... a bright Elf-lord savaged in the captivity of Angband’s slave pits.  He returns as a dispirited old man after 14 years of imprisonment.  It really pisses me off that Morgoth did this to Elves who had to live with it forever.  Gwindor would have kicked his ass (if he had not been hiding in his throne room.  He trembled when Gwindor beat upon his gate.)

I love the interior map of Nargothrond though I imagined it more spacious and grand and less, Valley of the King’s like.  Still, neat to look at.

Baby Glaurung though!  Okay, that’s a freaking cute baby dragon (even though he turned out super mean and ultra-evil). 

This is how I imagined Glaurung’s origin in one of my fanfics about him:

He was just a little, innocent lizard that Morgoth stole and made bad.

elrond and celebrian’s cute wedding (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

feat. one normal family and the vague collection of things that raised elrond

And THIS is why wood-elves just go out in the forest together, have some alone time, and come back married.  It’s WAY less complicated than the High-elven traditions. 

And if we’re gonna call names, let’s say it like it is. Elwing jumped off a cliff into the sea, for the sake of a stupid jewel.  She abandoned her babies for a gemstone.  Nice job, mom of the year never. 

Maglor! Ohhh, poor Maglor, completing the destiny of the third and last of the Simarils.

Hehehe, but oh my gosh, this is a treasure. The more I look at it the funnier it gets.

I will just assume that Sirens are some of the Maiar spirits who served Ulmo or perhaps the handmaidens of Uinen.

Silmaril to the face!

hahahahaha!

Sauron, saying it like it is.  Fëanor, really, you could have handled that better. And by ‘that’, I mean like, everything.

That’s pretty much 80% of Tyelpe’s time in Nargothrond lbr

Poor Celebrimbor!  Growing up knowing the dumb stuff his dad, Curufin, and uncle Celegorm got up to . . .  *sighs*      

Not for long, Feanor…not for long…

Ha!

Seriously, Fëanor, you had everything, EVERYTHING, except three stupid, shiny stones.  Get over your shit bro, get over it!  Melkor killed your dad be MAD about THAT.  That’s legit.  But ohhhh no, doom your children to eternal darkness because Morgoth stole your jewelry...

Pouty little git. 

I finally read Silmarillion. Now I feel like I was living in Beleriand and then somebody stabbed me through my heart.

*misty-eyed*  Yes...  Welcome to the Silmarillion...

Bring alcohol... and tissues.  *sniffles*  There will be tears!