bunn: (House of Fëanor)

"Then King Felagund spoke before his people, recalling the deeds of Barahir, and his vow; and he declared that it was laid on him to aid the son of Barahir in his need, and he sought the aid of his chieftains.  Then Celegorm arose amid the throng, and drawing his sword, he cried  ‘Be he friend or foe, whether demon of Morgoth, of Elf, or child of Men, or any other living thing in Arda, neither law, nor love, nor league of hell, nor might of the Valar, nor any power of wizardry, shall defend him from the pursuing hate of Fëanor’s sons, if he take or find a Silmaril and keep it. For the Silmarils we alone claim, until the world ends.’"

bunn: (canoeing)

“… in the days of the Long Peace, Finrod Felagund lord of Nargothrond journeyed East of Sirion and went hunting with Maedhros and Maglor, sons of Feanor”  – The Silmarillion

I am quite pleased with the horses and the landscape.  The lurchers don't quite have the awesome fluid elegance that I would like my paintings of lurchers to have.   The people are...  not utterly terrible?
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On Friday evening after we got back from canoeing, the most enormous storm came up.  It had been the clearest, hottest blue-sky day, and then suddenly, rain was beating down, thunder grumbling all around and lightning everywhere: really everywhere, all around.   Very spectacular. Poor Brythen was most upset, but Rosie wasn't, nor Henning or Yama.  Odd, the things that do and don't spook them.

Pp has bought an airbrush and is excitedly trying out new miniature-painting techniques with it.  His paint attitude is diametrically opposed to mine: I seem to be slowly reducing the number of colours I paint with, to Paynes's Grey, Ultramarine Blue, Burnt Sienna, Titanium White, and Naples Yellow.  It's surprising how far you can get with just those...  Whereas he has LEGIONS of tiny paintpots in every possible shade and texture.

I'm supposed to be helping judge a dog show later today.  The weather forecast looked hot and sunny.  The actual weather looks grey and opaque: I can't even see Devon at the moment for the fog.  Hope it cheers up or I shall be judging dogs by feel : "This one seems to have... a tail. And fur! Well done!"

I've been having some difficulty sleeping, recently, which I know is par for the course for some of my friends but normally I can sleep almost any time so for me it's weird and upsetting!  Oddly, it was sleeping at night that was the problem, I'd sleep till maybe 4 or 5am then wake and not be able to go to sleep again.  I can resort to naps in the day, but those eat so much time!  I should probably cut back a bit on coffee.  *but I love coffee*  *laments*. And probably go to bed earlier...    It seemed to be related to writing, too: I kept waking up with ideas and thinking 'Oh, OK, I'll just note that down' and then two hours later...  Which would be fine if writing were a paid job, but since it's a hobby it's really silly.  Bah.

I have a bad feeling that the lack of sleep may also relate to the fact that I've taken a nose-dive this year into just not looking at the news, for the first time ever.   This is a bit cowardly and I should stop doing it.  Maybe next week.
bunn: (canoeing)
Card I painted for my mum's 80th birthday below.  She is having something of a Vicar of Dibley 80th, since EVERYONE wants to take her out to lunch but she seems to be being very effective at managing them all and preventing them from all supplying simultaneous lunches on the same day.
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bunn: (canoeing)
Finrod, Maglor and Hador.  Pp complains that Finrod looks like a girl.
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It's detectable with the lines on the tapestries, how far the camera is distorting the slight curve to the card after painting.  It's very slight, but the camera makes it look almost like a bowl, and I have to cut the edges off.  Perhaps a different lens, or dig out the scanner.
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I experimented with putting a border on these using software.  I'm not sure it works. I think maybe I should put a border in paint on the actual picture. 
bunn: (canoeing)
I put a short scene in my Silmarillion-based Hithlum story, Golden Light, where various Elves get rather drunk (and Hador doesn't) and they end up inventing the Tralalalally song.  Still trying to practice / improve drawing /painting, I decided to try drawing the events:
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In the Ruins of Eregion

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 A couple of paintings that I made a few weeks back,  as part of [livejournal.com profile] artfeverfest

And here are the Three Bastets )
bunn: (House of Fëanor)
Continued from...

We headed up towards the Forge of Mount Tinang at last, pursuing Finculin, Ren the Unclean, and possibly even Sauron himself.  The Numenorean siege outside had so far distracted the orcs of the mountain, but now we came under attack.  We were climbing up the long winding stairs that went round and round the outside of a huge wide shaft, when we came under attack. Goblins had come out onto a walkway high above us and were firing arrows down at us.

One of the arrows hit Thrandin, our elderly Diplomatic Dwarf.  He was knocked off the steps into the shaft, and plummeted down out of sight!  Angruin ran back down the steps after him, and bless him, Prince Irimon did the same.     Everyone else went up, after the goblins.   But not all of them continued to go up.  As we ran down, a body fell past us.  Thingolodh had fallen too.  Other bodies fell after him, like a rain of goblins!
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And here is the last painting of the campaign.
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* I wish we'd thought of a clever way to do this, but I fear what actually happened was that we all got hungry and decided to just vote the wraiths banished so we could stop for dinner.
bunn: (House of Fëanor)
We continued through the winding mine-tunnels from Mount Maal towards Mount Tinang, home of Ren the Unclean, and possibly home of worse things too.  Mount Tinang was not the most pleasant of places.  It was hot and damp and smelly.

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We hauled him out of the well with a rope, set his legs, and popped him in the library to look after the prisoner, while we went off to the forge!
bunn: (House of Fëanor)

So we had won the help of a mighty Numenorean army, and the time had come to attack Angren!

Here are the mightly forces of Prince Fealasse rallying against the mighty cliff-fortress that is the only entrance to the mountain-fenced land of Angren.  We had been repeatedly told how useless, ugly and generally incompetent Fealasse was, but if he really is that useless, then he has some pretty good subordinates. Either that, or Prince Fealasse is in fact one of these secretly-very-competent people who go around looking useless  until the crisis comes, when suddenly they show their true talents.

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TO BE CONTINUED.

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So, there we were in the Numenorean colony of Ciryatanore.

Prince Irimon, the second in line to the Numenorean throne, looked a bit like his ancestor Elros  (I'd met him, of course). He invited us to a banquet, which was excellent, and then we attended the Council of Ciryatanore. There were concerns expressed about the kingdom of Ibavi, which had suddenly decided to develop territorial ambitions and a professional army. Irimon wanted to respond to this by creating a voluntary League of Ciryatanore against them.   Numenor seems to be getting a bit military in its approach to the rest of Middle-earth.  Better Numenor than Sauron, I suppose.

Irimon then decided to take us to his tower where he likes to greet the sun.  He has a palantir there, a huge one, one of the early Feanorian prototypes.

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So there we were, all ready to carry out a secret back-door invasion of Ren the Unclean's fortress through the Mines of Mount Maan, while the Numenorean armies kept Ren busy by pelting him with trebuchets.   Which I shall detail in the Next Part.

bunn: (House of Fëanor)
Previously on...  we went on holiday to Second Age Middle-earth.  Last week was the third of our weeks of adventure in Middle Earth.

Dramatis Personae for this week:
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Mastodons! Orcs! Whales! The River Kingdom of Ralia! And some inelegantly-slain trolls. )


TO BE CONTINUED
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I went down to the bottom end of the internet, where I found an inspired suggested casting for Fëanor:

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bunn: (Smaug)
Sorry, Tumunzahar!

I originally gave the Dwarves larger beards, but Pp pointed out that it's the Dwarves of Khazad Dum and the Lonely Mountain that are called the Longbeards, and that therefore Tumunzahar dwarves might be supposed to have smaller beards.   You can see that as usual it was looking promising in pencil and went all a bit pearshaped when I coloured it.   I should have avoided giving Caranthir such a clashing palette of colours, and stuck to greens and blues, or at least a slightly more subdued red and paler grey.   Also it would probably be a better picture without the mine in the background, and the lighting is a bit dull.  Better lighting would make it much more interesting.   On the other hand, I do like the dwarves faces and the oldest dwarf's plait.
In pencil and then in acrylics )
bunn: (Skagos)
"Uinen, the Lady of the Seas, whose hair lies spread through all waters under sky. All creatures she loves that live in the salt streams, and all weeds that grow there"


I actually started this as a drawing of a seal underwater, but there was an awkward space on the right of the seal that seemed to need something putting there.

And a pencil drawing of a dancing lady:
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bunn: (Logres)

On that walk I just posted about, there were many adits, and it was clear that the hillside was full of hidden tunnels.  So I decided to draw a cross-section through the walk.  I've uploaded the large version a bit larger than normal as there is quite a lot of small detail, although unfortunately the camera has lost focus a little at the edges so you may not be able to make out the gentleman taking a bath, whose job it is to ensure that the goblins don't get out and misbehave.

In other news, Ruggie went off to his new home yesterday, and I just got a happy email from his new owners saying he has settled in beautifully.   I'm sure he's much happier in a bungalow, and he clearly was delighted with his new Golden Retriever lady friends, who are so much easier for him to keep up with than the lurchers! 
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For Fingolfin held forth his hand, saying 'As I promised, I do now.  I release thee and remember no grievance.'   Then Fëanor took his hand in silence. [The Silmarillion: Of the Darkening of Valinor]

I wanted to draw this incredibly awkward moment : Fëanor wearing deliberately, insultingly unfancy clothes to a great feast, and Fingolfin all decked out in his best festival clothes, shaking hands, while the Eldar all watch them.  Under the cut, a painted version.  Colouring faces is something I am yet to get quite right :-/
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Embiggen
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Illustration for [livejournal.com profile] hhimring's Song made by Rian to welcome Fingon on his visit to Hurin at Nen Lalaith.
I loved the idea of the setting: a domestic frame for Fingon, High King of the Noldor, given an edge by being placed at the very end of the years of hope before the Battle of Unnumbered Tears.

Rian is singing her song to welcome Fingon to Nen Lalaith.  Morwen is stepping forward, ready to greet the visiting Elves. Until a minute ago, Hurin was down by the stream, showing his little son Turin how to hunt for freshwater crayfish, but when they saw Fingon approaching in the distance, Morwen sent him inside to put a clean shirt on.   Huor is sitting on the steps out of shot, looking admiringly at Rian: they are not married yet.  Morwen is pregnant with her daughter Lalaith, but the bump isn't showing much yet.  

Developed from my previous pastel sketch: I decided that the amount of detail needed ruled out pastels, so this is a painting in acrylics.  The bridge is based on Chiselcombe bridge near Watersmeet in the Lyn Valley: a bridge built strangely high and airy among steep woods, because it was constructed soon after the Lynmouth floods of 1952.  I thought the Lalaith might have similar flooding issues. 

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