#Duilin

[elfinfen]

All these gentlemen were drawn as part of the Gondolin Gang series for intea (my deep gratitude for this opportunity and inspiration ♥). Of course I will draw the remaining two, but now I want to show the finished ones 😃

I tried to draw different but stylistically similar and simple outfits, hairstyles and faces, so that one could believe that they live at the same time and in the same place, being in an everyday (medieval) environment - most of them had small bags for small things and clothes whose fit is regulated by a belt and not by patterns.

Egalmot got the most complex background - there's a cat there, did you see it? 🐈

Who do you like the most and who has the coolest handbag? 🙂👀

[sakasakiii]

ive had vague concepts for the lords for gondolin floating around my noggin since late 2021, but never really sat down to get em drawn... so during my hiatus i figured i should stop sitting on it after 2917382 years 😴 tho mostly i just wanted to do another relationship chart bc the first three i made in june were! so!! fun!!!

let me know if the text is too hard to read... hopefully it wont be on desktop but ill see what i can do if need be 👍

i had a lot of fun with these batch of concepts so below is an extra comic and a sketch page:

extra 2: just some bonus rough sketches of the lords' possible dynamics w/ others prior to the darkening?? i write fanfiction in my head 25 hours a day bc i forgot how to do so with actual stories HAHAHA

[valinorianyears]

@glorfindelweek

Day 3: Gondolin | House of the Golden Flower | Nobility | Friendship

A sunny afternoon in one of the many stairways near Glorfindels gardens, Glorfindel and Duilin enjoying a cup of tea. They're both such gossips: Glorfindel having grown up in the courts of Tirion, loving discovering the secrets of the other nobles, and later even spying for Elenwe, has great fun chatting with Gondolins own spymaster. Duilin, Lord of the House of the swallow, a half teleri who was elevated into lordship only in Gondolin, chief of the swallows, the spies of the city, knows exactly what happened when and where. They're sadly also a bit impulsive and start fights easily with each other, sharp tongues and cheeky, but they share a deep friendship none the less.

[windrelyn]

Gondolindrim <3

Please do not re-up my art without permission!

The commissions are still open! DM me of visit my Ko-fi for more information!

[sesamenom]

artblock/family obligations have been hitting hard this week but here's a classic group photo for the Lords of Gondolin!

house of finwe house of thingol

closeups under the cut:

[overlord-of-fantasy]

Yes, Maeglin, the cow

Turgon, trying to be a relatable uncle: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container.

Maeglin: The cow???

Turgon: What?

Duilin: Maeglin, W H Y?

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Kinktober 2024 - Begging (Impact play & edging/OD (orgasm denial))

Our poll winner! Based on this art by @sortumavaara. Duilin falls into a pit of white-hot depravity.

Prompts: Begging (Impact play & edging/OD (orgasm denial))

Pairing: Duilin x Balrog

Words: 560

Warnings: drugging, aphrodisiacs, impact play, temperature play, OD, begging, humiliation, captivity, monsterfucking (I guess)

Duilin recalled the seemingly endless fall that had turned the name of his House into a cruel joke—despite his fleet-footed grace, he’d plummeted like a stone rather than soaring weightlessly through the smoky air.

He’d been sure that this was the end—he now wished it had been.

As the terrible, nameless dread that stared at him from unblinking eyes drew closer with a sound akin to crumbling rock, Duilin tried to crawl away, but his limbs were leaden and his mind unable to tell right from left.

Upon being handed the prisoner like a rare gift, the creature of darkness and depravity that was now looming over Duilin like a nightmare incarnate had at once forced his lips apart to pour some foul-tasting brew down his throat.

Ever since, the Elven Lord had found himself unable to fully control his body and mind.

Old desires, which he’d always denied and suppressed, broke through the cracks of his shattered self-esteem like streams of molten stone, and he whimpered softly.

“Beg, little one,” a voice said as a painfully hot, clawed finger was dragged along his spine slowly.

When he valiantly refused to comply despite the overwhelming urge to arch his back and offer his shamefully pliable, needy flesh to the detestable monster, Duilin felt a palm as broad and hard as a slab of marble come down against his wantonly clenching behind ruthlessly.

He screamed, but his outrage melted into a pitiful whimper before his voice petered out.

“Soon,” the Balrog hummed. “Not long before you’ll be the perfect pet!”

The heat—without and within—was nigh unbearable, and Duilin whispered a shivering plea, though he wasn’t sure for what act of clemency or corruption he was asking.

The ogre—its smouldering, scaly body sliding ever closer—cackled. Duilin was fascinated by the thick, lashing tongue emerging from a lipless, fanged mouth to taste the abused, stinging skin of his bare behind.

Writhing with debilitating concupiscence, Duiling pushed back against that teasing touch and groaned when huge fingers fastened a leather collar around his throat.

Next, a pair of fake ears and a furry tail were affixed to his feverish body before the Balrog leaned back with a satisfied hum that made Duilin convulse with unmet greed.

“Please,” he choked out. “Please, make it stop.”

He was falling still, and his skin was ablaze as his descent into madness sped up inexorably.

“You can do better,” his jailor purred, giving Duilin’s frantically twitching cock a single firm stroke before pulling back again. “Tell me that you’ll take your medicine. Swear that you’ll be an obedient pet.”

“I beg you—I swear,” Duilin keened, desperate for the bone-breaking relief of finally hitting the ground, this ageless horror on top and deep within him.

He wanted to be touched—he wanted to be taken.

Another quick stroke that cut off Duilin’s breath, followed by a long spell of torturous immobility.

“For the love of…” Duilin didn’t get to finish his sentence as five long, scalding fingers closed around the base of his cock and squeezed.

A wall of fire rose between the captive Elf and the liberating climax he so craved; Duilin hastened into another bout of supplication, stumbling over his words as his limbs contorted in the desperate attempt to create any kind of friction.

“Soon,” the Balrog repeated happily.

@tolkienpinupcalendar <3

Thank you so much for reading!

☞ Masterlist

[faerainj]

one hand!

left to right: Ecthelion-Glorfindel-Duilin-Egalmoth

[ofmiceandwomen]

What are the lords laughing at? (Duilin and Glorfindel, probably pranking some poor other lord).

Or they are laughing for me not willing to draw their hands properly

[tiutale]

Egalmoth watched as Rog Glorfindel and Echthelion hid with four elflings behind the stack of barrels. Surprised shouts and confused angered cries echoed soon after. The grouo burst out laughing and took off in the opposite direction they had left the chaos.

Galdor shook his head "And they call themselves Lords"

Egalmoth smiled faintly as a honey and flour covered Pengolodh stomped toward the nearby well.

Duilin turned to Galdor with a smirk. "Do not act as though those troublemakers are the only Lords with questionable repute. Just last month you and our Lady were tsken to task by our King for some incident with the goats I still have not heard the full tale of."

Galdor's cheeks colored brighter than the tomatoes in his basket.

Egalmoth chuckled as they walked past the group of elves trying to use the well bucket to relieve them of all the honey and flour dousing them.

[arofili]

@gondolinweek day four | duilin and egalmoth

And many other kindreds were there, the folk of the Swallow and the Heavenly Arch, and from these folk came the greatest number and the best of the bowmen, and they were arrayed upon the broad places of the walls. Now the folk of the Swallow bore a fan of feathers on their helms, and they were arrayed in white and dark blue and in purple and black and showed an arrowhead on their shields. Their lord was Duilin, swiftest of all men to run and leap and surest of archers at a mark. But they of the Heavenly Arch being a folk of uncounted wealth were arrayed in a glory of colours, and their arms were set with jewels that flamed in the light now over the sky. Every shield of that battalion was of the blue of the heavens and its boss a jewel built of seven gems, rubies and amethysts and sapphires, emeralds, chrysoprase, topaz, and amber, but an opal of great size was set in their helms. Egalmoth was their chieftain, and wore a blue mantle upon which the stars were broidered in crystal, and his sword was bent – now none else of the Noldoli bore curved swords – yet he trusted rather to the bow, and shot therewith further than any among that host.

[ass-deep-in-demons]

I love Domhall Gleeson so much, you have no idea!!! 😱😍😭❤️ I was already super interested in your wonderfully conceived Derufin before, and now I'm even more determined to bring him into my AU with a significant role! With your permission, of course!

I know he's technically canon, but the character is one of those blank slates that makes him practically an OC (in my view, anyway). When you have the time, could you please give me an info dump of everything you've created for him, as much as you are comfortable sharing? If you don't mind! :)

And speaking of fancasting, is his father Duinhir played by Brendan Gleeson by any chance? 😂

PS. Have fun with BG3! I haven't played it myself, but my sister spent a solid amount of time being lost to that game too. So I understand the fixation. 😂

Thank you so much for sending this ask @sotwk! And thank you for your infinite patience, unfortunately my new job has been hectic so I've had to delay forming a replay, but HERE WE GO!

The second I read your idea about Brendan Gleeson being Duinhir it immediately became my canon also <3.

There are some things about the Derufin/Morwen/Boromir triangle that I've cut out from Under Our Darkening Skies.

"When Lady Morwen had first arrived in Minas Tirith, she had wasted no time to approach Boromir and subtly prodded him on his designs regarding marriage. He was, after all, the most sought after bachelor in Gondor. A bachelor still, in his late thirties, to his father’s eternal chagrin. In response, the Steward’s Heir equally gently had let slip that he had not been planning to take a wife, and she had quickly pranced off to the greener pastures that the City offered."

Because of Morwen initially setting her sights on Boromir (I mean duh), Derufin is still to this day reluctant to make his feelings for her known. He thinks Morwen still prefers Boromir. In reality Morwen's making a pass on Boromir back then had been dictated more by her youthful ambition than any real feelings for him or even any genuine regard. So, Derufin, grow a pair and just ask her out already!!!

Some more trivia:

Derufin's older brother Duilin is prone to brooding and melancholy while Derufin is the funny, carefree one.

Derufin's love for Lady Morwen is rivalled only by his love for his finely made and custom-decorated yew longbow - a gift from Lord Steward given for Derufin's knighting. He has, of course, named the bow after the Lady. Boromir groans loudly whenever he's reminded of it. Derufin is so so so cringe about his bow but also INSANELY good at archery.

Derufin is one of the few people who know about Boromir's fling with the Archivist. He found out accidentally (and has been wishing to erase the image from his brain ever since).

Derufin is actually not the only member of Boromir and Faramir's friend group from their youth. The "pack", aside from Boromir, Faramir, Derufin and Duilin, also included Hirluin the Fair (nicknamed Pretty Boy by Derufin). Faramir befriended Hirluin when he squired in under Hador, the Lord of Pinnath Gelin. Hirluin (who has as of 3018 TE succeeded his late father) is a ladies man and a party animal, so his friendship with Faramir is an unlikely one. However, their bond is strong because of the shared memories from their youth.

I dread what will become of these babies during the Battle of Pelennor. Just know that I am out od my mind and I can promise nothing :D

[windrelyn]

@gondolinweek 2023 - Day 4: Dance of the Daylight

Penlod, Egalmoth, Duilin

I always want to draw Penlod dance with swords :D

[foedhrass]

My Teleri OC Aegrathil who served as palace guard to Olwe. He lived and died at Alqualonde.

Photos by Goldiepond on Instagram. Duilin on the last photo is Silverlynxcosplay also on Instagram. Duilin found his neighbour Aegrathil after the battle.

[overlord-of-fantasy]

Who broke it?

*Everyone is standing around the broken forge tool*

Rog: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

Salgant: ...I did. I broke it.

Rog: No. No you didn't. Maeglin?

Maeglin: Don't look at me. Look at Tuor.

Tuor: What?! I didn't break it.

Maeglin: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Tuor: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Meaglin: Suspicious.

Tuor: No, it's not!

Ecthelion: If it matters, probably not, but Glorfindel was the last one to use it.

Glorfindel: Liar! I don't even know how to use that crap!

Ecthelion: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the forge earlier?

Glorfindel: I use the small pincers to pluck my eyebrows. Everyone knows that, Ecthelion!

Salgant: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Rog.

Rog: No! Who broke it!?

Everyone:

Penlod: Rog... Egalmoth has been awfully quiet.

Duilin, in protective boyfriend mode: rEALLY?!

*Everyone starts arguing*

Rog, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.

Rog: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a orc head on a stick.

Rog:

Rog: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

[doodle-pops]

Most to least likely to cry - Lords of Gondolin please

Most

Galdor

Penlod

Glorfindel

Duilin

Rog

Tuor

Turgon

Egalmoth

Ecthelion

Maeglin

Salgant

Least