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N.C. Wyeth (USA,1882-1945)

"The Dance of the Whooping Cranes",c.1939

oil on panel,76.2 x 56.5 cm

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Orodreth helped me with this Leyendecker style study :)

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Atrabeth Finrod ah Andreth

mixed media, 35,5*48,5 cm

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Water by Дарья Аваева

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If you're American will you reblog this with where you grew up and wether or not they had sixth grade camp. I grew up in southern California and every class in sixth grade would take a field trip and go to a camp for a week and this is absolutely bewildering my wife cause she's never heard of sixth grade camp

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@natureaestheticdreams for more 🍃

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here's a wondy

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I like to think that on formal occasions, Elrond always wears the Fëanorian eight pointed star on his robes alongside his own standards and emblems. It would confuse most, anger some and caused no end of gossip in Eldar high society for thousands of years. Elrond, however, was not phased by the scrutiny, usually either ignoring it or making a joke in response, like "because when I was ten, they threatened to cut off my head unless I bought a golden eight pointed star at the age of four thousand and sixty six, and pinned it on my robes."

The bravest, like Celeborn, would bypass humour and point out the technical fact: "They are no longer your fathers."

"No, they aren't," Elrond would agree, shrugging. "But I will always be their son."

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elrond and celebrían💫

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I have conflicting feelings about whether Elladan and Elrohir continue to meet with Arwen after she's made the choice to become mortal. On the one hand, it may be easier and less painful for them all not to keep in touch, knowing time will run out eventually. On the other hand, they may want to be a part of her life as much as they can, and take with them as many memories of their sister as possible. 

If it's the latter case, then I imagine Arwen writing letters or journals over the years, recording her mortal life, her family with Aragorn, the friends she meets and loses, her joys and griefs, and everything she and him do to rebuild the world. But towards the end of her life - or when the twins sail - she writes a final entry and gives all that she wrote to her brothers, so that they may carry the record of her life to the Undying Lands and to their parents. 

Celebrían reads it all in one go. She's hungry for the words of her daughter, to learn about the life she doesn't get to witness first hand, and the grandchildren she will never meet. She feels bittersweet. She already lost Arwen long ago, and when she sailed she knew there was a chance she would not see her children again, them being Half-elven and having the opportunity to choose a mortal life. Celebrían has made peace with so much trauma and her own choice to leave Middle-earth, and she accepts the loss, though she also mourns it deeply. 

It is not the same with Elrond. He reads Arwen's journal extremely slowly, just one entry once in a decade, or in a century. He savours every word. But the closer he gets to the final entry, the longer the gaps in his reading become. For as long as there are new entries to be read and things to be learned, Arwen is still alive. Once he reads the final lines, the voice of his daughter will be silenced forever. 

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the way aragorn runs is so chaotic

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Notes on Keeping the Children Alive, by Maedhros Feanorian

One of them tried to bite me yesterday. A spirited effort, but doomed to failure. I will teach them how to do it better– their teeth are certainly sharp enough for it.

Woke up with flowers growing through the crack in my bedroom window. I suspect this is their doing. They are not very good liars.

Letting them climb on me has proved an effective bribe for good behavior.

They appear to like being tall. (possibly related to being descended from Turgon and Thingol??)

They stopped being afraid of me faster than most adults. Am I losing my touch???

Disregard previous note. Eldritch monsters recognize each other.

Am teaching them how to make the most of their shapeshifting abilities for political intimidation. They are shaping up to be menaces. Good.

Twins are old enough to begin swordfighting, and clearly eager, regardless of what Maglor says.

I have taught the children to argue with Maglor. I am certain they will eventually wear him down.

Gave the children more blankets so they would stop using my cloak as a blanket. New blankets have been resolutely ignored.

I am sure they'll stop commandeering my coat if I ask them.

I have decided not to ask them. (They are very cute when they are asleep)

Children are now attempting to negotiate their way out of bedtime.

Small animals appear to like the children. Especially birds.

They found a kitten in the stables yesterday. They would like to keep it.

Teaching the children to argue may have been an error.

Children asked whether it was possible to have three fathers. I am uncertain why. (Thingol homophobic??)

One of the children called me "Atar" today. Definitely did not cry about it. Not even a little bit.

It appears the children were asking about three fathers because they would like to be adopted.

I informed them that two fathers was the limit, but that Maglor could be their second mother, if they like.

Kano was too stunned at being acknowledged as the children's parent to correct them about calling him "Amme." Another successful plan.

(Kano, if you're reading this, then yes, this is payback for referring to me as a "brooding drama queen" for patrolling Himring's walls, in a very un-dramatic way, like a normal, responsible lord)

(Also, you of all people do not get to criticize me for being dramatic)

The children's Quenya is finally good enough for them to start reading higher level diplomacy treatises. I couldn't be prouder.

The children have never done anything wrong, ever, in their lives. I know this and I love them.