#кольцо фелагунда

[anna-dreamer]

OK October is on, and I am doing an all-Tolkien run! Here are my prompts.

Aaaand my first pic!

Day 1. Arms. I usually try starting with something relatively simple, so my sweet idiot boys Finrod and Edrahil from Ring of Felagund get to almost hold hands. The texts says, When bridges are burned, seas are waded.

[anna-dreamer]

@eight-pointed-star !!!!! Look Finduilas inherited her great uncle's strawberry crown of day!

Tiny finduilias in a strawberry crown.

[anna-dreamer]

You guys, i'm gonna post Findrahil fanart i drew. This is a pivotal moment in Ring of Felagund as Edrahil laments his disloyalty, clutching the disregarded white cloak of his lord, and resolves to go after him.

[anna-dreamer]

(I draw fanart to a nonexistant musical, or, how it was supposed to be called, a magical opera.) Это вино. Это не яд и не кровь. Это вино. В нём нет ничего, кроме мёда. Когда сожжены мосты, Моря переходят вброд. Но знал ли об этом ты, Ступая на тонкий лёд? Это вино. Зачем ты выпил его? Выбрать свой путь — твоё врождённое право. Но это вино — и поздно жалеть того, Кто открыт его составу. "Кольцо Фелагунда" (Ring of Felagund) has basically been my whole life for a couple of days, what with us preparing to release it to The Last Homely Server. With Tample seemingly having abandoned the project, i had to figure out how the story was supposed to end. And now it feels like Ring of Felagund has partially become my baby. Now it is out. I love it so much, the over-the-top, unhinged, melodramatic findrahil fanfic about how glorification of power imbalance in relationships leads to tragedy. (At least, this is how i read it. So, of course, in the end the relationship must change and old ways abandoned.) (Translation under cut)

'Tis wine. 'Tis no poison or blood. 'Tis wine. There is nothing in it but honey. When the bridges are burned, The seas are waded. Did you know that, though, when you stepped on the thin ice? 'Tis wine. Why did you drink it? It's your innate right to choose your own path. But 'tis wine, and it's too late to pity those who are exposed to its ingredients.

[anna-dreamer]

Aaaand the aftermath of Edrahil's desperate quest. Король ночных знамён Сошёл с меридиана, Чтоб стылую постель Согреть своим дыханьем. В руке его свирель, В устах его молчанье. The Lord of the Nightly Banners Has stepped off his meridian To warm your cold bed With his breath, A reed-pipe in his hands, Silence on his lips.  Oooooof, Finrod and Edrahil need to have a looooong conversation when both of them are reembodied! (The cloak Finrod is holding is that same white cloak Edrahil brought with him and gave back to his lord before perishing.) (Also, Edrahil has shorter hair here, i just went with it. Maybe he cut it in remorse before leaving Nargothrond).

[anna-dreamer]

✨️Put 5 songs you listen to, post it, then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers :) 🎶

(I still can't believe i'm someone's favorite follower! Anon, i love you!) Delle - Реки до марта скованы льдом (cover Скади) Vienna Teng - Eric's Song Broceliande - A Robin, Gentil Robin Sleeping at Last - North Peter Yarrow - Tall Pine Trees