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Goldberry and her mother with waterlilies. 
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"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.’"

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And it is hot and I am eating ice lollies, although it's not so hot that I can't sit here wearing a thin fleece, which is About Right.  It's a pity it's horsefly season.

I have killed my laptop mouse yet again, and am having to operate with a touchpad until the new mouse comes.  I don't like it, it feels weird and unnaaaaaaaatural and horribly slow and fiddly.

Also I wrote yet another thing where people in Tol Eressea hang around after LOTR thinking 'we've run out of canon, what shall we do?  Eat cake and talk about canon again?  Why not?'
Even The Very Wise : 7367 words of Lalwen, Galadriel and Nerdanel chatting and eating cake.  Plus a phonecall with Fëanor.

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“… 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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Mereth Aderthad : Once More: With Feeling : 7687 words

Contains root vegetables, Elven politics, the powers of the princes of the Noldor, consideration of the Gimli Question, contrasting leadership styles among Elves, party planning, and background hobbits. Also, Maglor's thoughts on the whole 'when did Amrod die' issue, expressed somewhat forcefully.

Seeds of Lies: 10528 words
Maglor, returned to Aman with Elrond, makes new songs, gets drunk with Fingon and his aunt Lalwen, and runs into trouble with the Oath of Fëanor.

Not sure about the ending of this, but it was stupidly long already for a thing I didn't really mean to write.

Still rather surprised by the sudden appearance of all these words.  The problem with writing Fourth Age Aman is that you have pretty much the entire cast of the Silmarilion, plus Frodo and Bilbo.   So many characters, all with so much to say!

Come Home

Jun. 4th, 2017 12:54 am
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In which Maglor and Elrond meet Maglor's mother Nerdanel, Finrod makes a miscalculation, Maglor is princely, and Elrond is amused. And Finarfin is reluctantly kingly, even when surprised in his gardening clothes.

Come Home 6450 words.

Apparently I cannot get enough of Maglor being embarrassed about kinslaying, Elrond gently winding him up, and Finrod complaining tolerantly about Feanorians.
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I unintentionally went on writing.  I don't know why.  I intended to finish writing Dead Feanor and the War of Wrath, then finish my old Arthurian story that has been sitting around for ages.   But Dead Feanor got to rather a gloomy bit that I seem to find difficult to finish, so instead I wrote some cheerier things:

Love, Politics and Pastries 6327 words of Elrond, newly arrived in the West, and Celebrían in Tol Eressëa, discussing the House of Fëanor as pastries, and the Breaking of the World.

Aiya Eärendil Elenion Ancalima 5525 words in which Frodo Baggins and Maglor, son of Fëanor have a chance-encounter with Elrond's father on the shores of Tol Eressëa,  take him back to meet Elrond and talk about song and stories.   I suppose technically this is a post-LOTR story rather than a post-Silmarillion one, since Frodo has quite a large role, but I feel obscurely awkward about tagging it as LOTR.   And I think it would not make much sense to someone who has not read the Silmarillion, whereas surely everyone who has read the Silmarillion has also read LOTR.

There seems to be a lot of chat and drinking in this series and not much actually happening!
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In Avallónë by the Sea
5923 words of Maglor and Finrod rambling on about poetry, harp manufacture, first age Beleriand, Mandos, the current political situation in Tirion, hobbits, and whether kinslayers can be trusted.   Not sure why I wrote it tbh.  There must be some reason.  Perhaps it will lead to something less rambling later?

To sheep other sheep no doubt appear different
A trader out of Wilderland travels down Anduin to Osgiliath, and makes a stop at Lorien.  Also everyone is called Beorn.
500 word thing inspired by this line from Lord of the Rings, where Aragorn says “... light boats used to journey out of Wilderland down to Osgiliath, and still did so until a few years ago...”  and then Boromir gives him a weird look because his definition of 'a few years ago' is a lot shorter.   
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Across so Wide a Sea : Words: 6272

Elrond, having arrived in Valinor at the end of the Third Age, goes to meet his mother, Elwing. Taking Maglor with him.
“Hmph. I suppose we can’t have him being beaten bloody on my doorstep.” Elwing said, unenthusiastically “Or killing someone.” Apparently Maglor was considered a random killer, like a biting dog. “Come in then, if you must.”

I suppose in date this is really post-Lord of the Rings,  but it's Silmarillion again in focus and personalities.
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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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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. 
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Fëanor in the Halls of Mandos
5243 words, gen.

Fëanor comes to the Halls of Mandos, meets Námo (Mandos), his father, his mother (it doesn't go too well), and eventually, Fingolfin.
Fëanor's point of view. Darker than the rest in this series, because neither Námo nor Fëanor is too happy about how things have turned out.

I'm still not convinced Fëanor did choose to go to the Halls of Mandos, because it just seems like the kind of place that he would absolutely hate.

I don't know when this turned into an All Silmarillion All The Time blog. I expect it will wear off eventually.

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(I think you are worrying the human, Maglor.)

Finrod on the left, blond with a crown and jewellery, Maglor dark-haired in the middle (I did try to think if I could put a harp in there to show it was really Maglor, but there isn't a space for it and really, he can't have a harp in front of him ALL the time) and Hador on the right looking slightly worried.

As Pp says, these are not characters you tend to think of together, but there's no reason why not.
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I decided to do higher contrast on these pencil drawings so they would photograph a bit better, and also because I wanted to correct Lalwen's pose and Cirdan's beard a bit.  You can get away with much less contrast for pencil lines if you are going to overpaint, I now realise, but if you actually want to see if the pencil sketch looks good on its own, you need to stick more pencil on there.
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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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You know how sometimes you have a really clear image in your mind when you write a story?  I managed to paint the image.  Well, almost.  The faces aren’t quite right.  I can see them so clearly in my head, why can’t I get them on paper?  *weeps* (The story was this one)

Though I do think that a week of intensively drawing and painting has helped.  Now I just need to keep practicing rather than wandering off to mow the lawn. (though I'm starting to get scared of the lawn.  There could be anything in there by now.  Sometimes Brythen goes out and spends half an hour or more hunting in it.  I don't think I want to know what he's hunting.   I'm hoping it's just rabbits.

Pencil draft )

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A few months back I signed up for a Worldbuilding Exchange,  and got a brilliant assignment from [livejournal.com profile] starbrow full of chewy ideas like loyalty, working together, hope, competence, Light and Darkness and kinslaying...

Two Things I wrote )

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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.
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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!

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