bunn | Entries tagged with pastels

I have a pile of things that I made that were Secret, because people were writing stories for them. But they are no longer Secret, and here they are!

Fimbrethil & Fangorn, in their younger days, Ent and Entmaiden.
And then, an elder Fimbrethil meets a pair of hobbit children.
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So I recently decided I was going to try to do a drawing a day. Not necessarily a complicated drawing, but just a drawing of some kind. The first day, I did a quick sketch inspired by a post by

topum, about having to run to escape attack by geese. I have no idea what topum looks like so this is very much a quick artistic representation of the whole geese problem.

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Our rescued knight, Ecthelion of the House of the Silver Wolf, Knight of the Moon, could remember little of his ensorcelled sleep: it was a nightmare that swiftly faded. He told us he had come to Chay on a mission from his prince, Irimon of Ciriatanore, who had dreamed of an elf-maiden, the River King's daughter, and had fallen hopelessly in love with her, despite never having met her.

We were a bit alarmed by this and united in tutting about the potentially disastrous consequences of unions between the Firstborn and the Aftercomers, except, obviously, in very specific and fated situations, and indeed about the unwisdom of falling in love with women via dreams - but he just looked at us. He's descended from Beren (must remember to ask Sirithglor if he looks like him) , so I suppose the idea seems more feasible to him. He remains utterly determined to find this River King's daughter for his prince (although, again, I never met Beren myself, but sitting at home and sending out knights to search for Luthien for him? Really? Doesn't seem likely. )
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THE END (for this year...) PHEW.

(The drawings of Ecthelion releasing the Dead and of Tuirak on the hillside were ones that I had in my head that I wanted to draw but I only actually scribbled them hastily on paper yesterday evening. )

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This might be a good moment to show The Map of (most of) Middle Earth*. Here it is.

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I was rather hoping (as I am sure anyone who has not yet filtered out my 'roleplaying' tag is) that this would be the last post. But No. It's not. We still have to go to Myr, and discover exactly what Orcs are made of....

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*Not drawn by Angruin, or by me, but by

philmophlegm. Officially in the adventure we don't have this map, although we do have a book of Numenorean maps that Cirdan lent us, which apparently came from the lost property office in Mithlond or something along those lines. But it's awfully useful to have everything on a big map that we can point to and say 'we're going this way!' You can see the familiar bit, top left.  

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In Poztar, the wood-built capital of Urd, King Hormerath, friend of Blue Wizards, is dying. Thingolodh of the Falas waits beside him, cheering his last hour with tales of the Great Sea in the West. Or so he told us later. Knowing Thingolodh, I'm not sure exactly how cheering that would be, but no doubt Hormerath was excited about going beyond the Circles of the World and discovering what comes next for Mortal Men, so he probably didn't mind too much.

The lords and notables of Urd come riding into Poztar, in preparation for the meeting of the Wiatt : the body that will choose the next king of Urd.

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You thought that was it? You thought, how can there be more of this stuff? Well, there is....

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In the cold winter evening, we came cautiously down the old road that runs across the marshy land of Raku. Snow was lying on the ground and the wind cut fiercely. The journey was long, but fortunately uneventful. Here we are one evening, all huddled around a fire.

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There still seems to be a lot of plot left. More here!

Last year around this time, we went on holiday to Middle Earth in the Second Age, and there wrought many mighty deeds. But there was much still to do, and we still hadn't found Sauron - so last week we resumed operations in the distant lands far to the East of the Sea of Rhun.

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We spent Easter in Essos, the sister continent of Westeros from the universe of Ice and Fire. Here we are setting off (perspective is deceptive! the first ship was by far the biggest really! )

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I meant to write up what we did, but unfortunately I was, and am, a bit under the weather (I severely disapprove of a bug that not only makes me impossibly sleepy but also makes my asthma unusually severe and wheezy, honestly, I feel like I've abruptly aged about 30 years and put on three stone) so I'm just going to link to LoA's writeup so I can find it later. In fact, I am so wheezy and achy I haven't even photographed my other drawings of the campaign, although partly due to the wheezing, sleeping, aching etc, those I managed were a bit crap anyway, to be honest. I quite like this one though: it's us all setting off in our cog, the Lady Anduin, with a cargo of whippets, tin, mead, amber, stockfish, candlesticks, silver grumpkins and furs:

( The Lady Anduin. )

As has become traditional,

chainmailmaiden made a sumptuous mass of awesome foods. A few of them stayed on the plates long enough to be photographed. I had to photograph the Baked Alaska super-fast though, before it escaped. Fortunately, Pp had got me a new (to me) ancient (because all my lenses are from the last century) manual-focus lens for my birthday, which is well-adapted to the swift photography of escaping food.

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5 minutes 45 seconds of art. Story by Tolkien, music by Tample.ru, Art by me. I recommend putting the sound on. The song is the metal version of a small section of Finrod's Song.
This post brought to you by the phrases 'how hard can it be?' and 'practice makes perfect'.

For non-Tolkien fans: this is a story about a princess who rescues her love with the help of an enormous sighthound. That's really all the context you need. Oh, and that 'Quendi' means 'Elves'. Now you have learned your first word of Quenya*, and the world is an infinitesimally better place. :-D

* one of two available dialects of Elvish.

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I don't know why I made this. I spent waaay more time on it than is sane or justifiable. But it was fun, and I think my pastel drawing is improving, slowly.

Fiddling with the Finrod's Song translation continues, and both r_blackcat and the Neuromancer of kargicq have now put in so much time and effort and thought into it that I am really beginning to hope it might actually end up as a proper translation rather than me going 'AND HERE IS WHAT I THINK THIS MEANS! ALSO, POETRY!' . The googledoc is still a work in progress but I'll probably do another LJ post and flock the old one once there is a more or less finished version. Also, I have now learned a number of Russian words, and some of them aren't 'doom' 'oath', 'foe' or 'curse'!

I drew a pastel Sauron. I am still not terribly good at getting a likeness, but...

I know that the Red Eye is *probably* a Third Age thing, from after Sauron was squished in the Downfall of Numenor, but I wanted a way of identifying him, so I decided it probably started life as a sort of heraldic device. I'm not sure why the scar - I don't think it's canonical, is it?
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"Do you remember how we used to take little boats down the Sirannon, all the way from Khazad Dum to Ost-in-Edhil?
( Elvish-Dwarvish boating expedition )

Back in October, we visited the Spinward Marches. I did some very quick drawings as I went along, but have only just got round to uploading them.
( Cut for hasty splodgy roleplaying drawings. )

Rashly, I signed up to the

eagle_rbb as both an artist and a writer, and made a painting in acrylics that I hoped would inspire someone to write something interesting.

jain took my prompt and wrote this story, all filled with atmospheric mists.
I wish I'd had a bit more time to make pictures for it, but I did manage...

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Current Mood: busy

Re-reading The Lord of the Rings is like going on holiday to a place you know really well. You might not find anything completely new, but you can still have a lot of fun enjoying the scenery, and sometimes you are lucky and notice something that you've never really looked at properly before.

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Current Mood: splotchy

I wanted to have a go with some medium that would offer a smudgy and smearable experience similar to charcoal, but in colour. Also, I've been playing with charcoal for a while now, and I needed more sticks.

At the art supply shop, I found some natural willow charcoals. They are rather lovely - unlike the manufactured pressed charcoal, they look like natural sticks with knotholes and wiggles.