#scribbles & drabbles 2024

[naarisz]

I drew Turgon as my second piece for @fall-for-tolkien 's Scribbles and Drabbles 2024 event. :)

[arlenianchronicles]

My second submission for @fall-for-tolkien's Scribbles and Drabbles event, featuring Annael, Rian, and baby Tuor! I don't often see content with these three, so I thought I'd give them some spotlight! Drawing baby Tuor was lots of fun, he's just so squishy cute! XD

[violecov]

-> AU <- Feanor in Gondor//One last stand?

Every time I read in lotr Denethor 's burning death while Theoden rides, I can't help but to remember Feanor's while Fingolfin crosses the Helcaraxe.

So for @fall-for-tolkien, I did a drawing in which Denethor is Feanor reincarnation. If he was to remember, would he actually die again or not?

Like, do you guys enjoy the parallelism?? Because i do XDd

[the-red-butterfly]

In My Life

Thingol & Luthien (Tolkien universe)

A submission for Scribbles and Drabbles 2024! @fall-for-tolkien Slide 95

This was inspired by the song "In My Life" from the "Les Misèrables."

Listen. LISTEN. The song is literally perfect for them 😭 At least in my heart, I dunno. I'm getting emotional again.......

Also, I can't believe how much I liked the little figures that I did, ngl, in a very rushed way 😂 Guess I should do things like that more often...

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Open for Commissions

[nighttimepatrons]

my art for @fall-for-tolkien's scribbles & drabbles

Maglor walking down the coast. Graphite and digital. I had fun working on this piece and hopefully I can do this again next year :) and that it will be less anxiety inducing lol

[anerea-lantiria]

Long-tressed Wingildi

"Now behind those greatest chieftains came Falman-Osse of the waves of the sea and Onen his consort, and with them the troops of the Oarni and Falmarini and the long-tressed Wingildi, and these are the spirits of the foam and the surf of ocean."

~ from The Book of Lost Tales Part I, Chapter III: The Coming of the Valar and the Building of Valinor

[fall-for-tolkien]

Scribbles & Drabbles 2024 - Author sign-up

Author sign-ups for Scribbles and Drabbles are still open!!!

The minimal word count is 100 words.

Everyone is welcome. (You've never participated in a fandom event as a writer? This is your moment to make a glorious debut!)

We have a lot of excellent art in the gallery (for all the books, for all the ratings, for many unexpected blorbos).

If you want to write something fun for your favourites and hang with cool people, please join us!

-> Info post

-> Author Sign-up

Scribbles and Drabbles is a no-stress, all-fun event in which you (as a potential author) will be given access to the gallery very soon.

You then can pick up to 3 artworks.

After you've written 100 words (of fic, of poetry, of HC, of theatre, of vague ramblings), you can claim again. (We don't check whether you have actually written 100 words).

The arts are not anonymous; you can talk to any potential artist and ask them about their vision.

It's great fun and very low-pressure!

[sauron-kraut]

Promotion post for this little thing I wrote in this year's @fall-for-tolkien's Scribbles & Drabbles event for @narisz's absolutely gorgeous art Hush. I hope you will enjoy this piece.🖤

Summary: Mairon and Thuringwethil sneak into an elven fortress, ready to strike and enjoy their meal.

Pairing: Mairon & Thuringwethil

Words: 351

Warnings: implied vampirism and elves as prey

As always: If you like this little piece, comments on AO3 are appreciated! 🖤

Not beta read!

[heilith]

A Hope Away

A/n: It's been a while... Behold one of my horrible pieces for Scribbles and Drabbles 2024, Gildor x reader, for this lovely (and unusual) art prompt by Aprilertuile - Which Lasts Longer Than Kingdoms. It was a fun challenge. :) I never wrote for Gildor and I never thought I would. He just stumbled into my brain. Enjoy!

A Hope Away

Your inexperience was a regrettable hitch in the plan. And not the one you couldn’t have predicted, which only made it more annoying.

Each time you took your eyes off your fingers, dancing along the strings awkwardly, the tune was threatening to go askew and take your chance with it for good.

Perhaps, you should have waited for another year or two, or find a better teacher – someone who’d show you how to speak the language of this particular the way you wanted it to speak.

The Gift had no expiry date on it, except for that inevitable one that came with the death of the giftee.

You thought of those poor ones who never used their gifts. Of those who had no dreams or aims. Of those who were too sick, or too confused to make a choice. Too fearful of the disappointment. A bad example for an anxious mind like yours. You were so scared of sharing their fate you raced against the clock to make yours happen. 

Your fair audience was quiet, refraining from both praise and disapproval. They couldn’t fail to notice the way the melody was swallowing its own tail again and over again. But there was not a sound nor a motion on their part to let you know you were abusing their patience.

There was that moment when you knew you had to take a dive or stop and leave it, accepting your defeat.

Your chest was tight, as you allowed the notes to slip into that part at last. Against your expectations, blood was not drumming in your ears, but you could not be bittered about it. The sounds sharpened painfully for you. Just like before, you’ve were too conscious of how your music couldn’t stand a chance against this one. And how there was a seam where your tune clipped and someone else’s started. The pieces differed like a diamond and a pebble. They didn’t match at all. Both rocks, but only one a beauty.

It felt the end to it would never come.

But there it was.

All over. All behind you.

You could look up again, and that was what you did, a little bit too eagerly. Your eyes were jumping from one lithe figure to another, from face to face, but…There was nothing.

Their smiles were all polite. Someone allowed themselves to clap, and that was all.

The disappointment it was, then.

You bent your neck in a stiff bow – the least that you could do to make up for the time you’d stolen.

“If you excuse me.”

From what you’d learnt about them already, no one was going to detain you against your will. A lady offered you a flask, as you were making your way past their little circle to pack your bag before the jump.

There was no point in waiting any longer.

You rummaged through your bag, to be completely certain you would leave no things behind and wouldn’t take a single one with you. No one could guarantee a stone or a leaf would fail to land you at the castle of Napoleon. Or somewhere worse than that.

“Where did you hear that tune?”

To think there was a time when your disliked your slow reflexes.

You never leapt out of your skin because they didn’t let you.

“I composed it,” you uttered, braving a look up despite the lump in your throat to find him towering above you like a tall statue. Too close for your comfort.

“Not all of it,” he offered you his hand to help you up.

“Don’t do it, Gildor,” you warned him, “I cannot touch you.”

You were too well aware of what awaited those who broke the Rule.   

He checked himself mid-motion.

You folded up your cloak, then rolled the tattered scarf and packed it, too.

“Your instrument is strange,” he said at last, “How do you call it?”

“It’s a guitar,” you ran your fingers against the polished wood and was dismayed to learn you couldn’t keep them from trembling, “I do not like it. I play a different one, but…it was too big.”

“Too big for what?”

You raised your head again. You couldn’t help it.

He didn’t seem as thin now, the broad shoulders giving him a heavier, tougher appearance.

His eyes were awfully blue. Blue to ugliness. 

A laugh rose in your throat suddenly, as an unwelcome image of truly somehow jumping here with a piano floated into your mind out of nowhere.

Placed next to it, you both would look ridiculous.

“For this,” you gestured vaguely all over the rustling silver forest, the bottomless sky, the stars so bright it hurt your eyes to look at them.    

He was studying you without a shadow of a smile. Your nearly regretted he couldn’t read your thoughts.

Or could he?

A long eternity had passed before he made up his mind and eased down into the grass next to you slowly.

“Where did you hear that tune?” repeated he in a much softer voice.

It was ironic just how little wish to talk you had now.

Who could have thought?

A scrap of paper lay between you, as close to his hand as it was to yours. He threw a sidelong glance at it and looked away immediately, leaving you to watch the dew seeping through the pitiful remains of the once-had-been music sheet and making the notes bloat and fade little by little.

“I burnt it just this morning.”

“Not all of it,” you cut off at realizing you’d just echoed his own words.

The way he moved his head was eerie, like nothing you had seen before. His whole graceful self was eerie.

“You’re not a human, are you?”

The question amused him for some reason, enough to have him smiling for the first time since him and his company had come across you at this spot less than two hours ago.

You didn’t get your answer. Not that you needed it – it didn’t matter much. Your time was running out, anyway.

“Where I’m from,” you began after a silence, more feeling than knowing he was catching your each word, “Where I am from, each person gets a Gift. Just once in our lives we are allowed to visit any place and any point of time…and any person…we wish. An entertainment, I believe. Some people choose family or an inspiring battle. An artist.”

“And you chose me,” his voice was dull.

You smiled, too, at how ridiculous it sounded, when said out loud.  

“I chose the one who wrote this. I found it. Where I’m from.”  

“I couldn’t finish it. I couldn’t even start.”

“It is alright,” you said below your breath, “I did it for you.”

There was nothing more to say. You wished to be content, and yet how could you, if you’d never known what you had been expecting.

“I hope your gift was not a disappointment.”

He spoke like there was not enough air in his chest.

“I do not know,” you thought you owed him honesty.

You had to make yourself stand up. The ground was damp, and you had little intention to spend the next few weeks sick in your bed.    

“I wish you joy,” you told him soothingly, not really sure which one of you was parched for consolation, “Farewell, Gildor.”

And he was at his feet, too.

His hand went up so ever carefully to stop an inch away from your cold cheek.

You wanted to shrink back, but didn’t dare move at finding your face framed between his both palms now. 

…You couldn’t tell how long the two of your stood frozen there, balancing between that very touch and not quite one.  

One thing you guessed for sure. He had been reading your thoughts, after all. 

“You said you wished me joy,” he pleaded, the anguish the words so shrill your hair stood on end at hearing them.

A deep breath in, you leaned your cheek against his hand and closed your eyes.

[elithilanor]

Pre-Relationship Glorestor Drabble

For Scribbles and Drabbles SFW 2024 artwork #148 by Zhie for Imaldris/Rivendell

"So this is where you've been all day, Counselor. I have to admit, I did not know you were an artist." Sounds Glorfindel's voice as he steps into Erestor's light on the top of the summit, his golden hair catching the fading sun as it flows freely around his silhouette.

Erestor raises an eyebrow. "You speak as if you know much more about me than your few years here in the valley would indicate."

Glorfindel grins, a bright and sunny expression, and gestures at the sketchpad Erestor had been working on. "Most speak highly of your talents in the written word and the occasional musical piece, but never of your hand at the physical arts. One could assume that this is a relatively unknown talent of yours. I am honored to have seen your work."

"Yes, honored to have stalked and snuck up on me for a chance to see it." Erestor responds dryly as he gazes back upon the abundant valley he now calls home. He sighs as he realizes he's lost the last of the best light of the day with Glorfindel's distraction and begins to collect what he'd brought up the mountain with him.

Glorfindel falls into step beside Erestor as they make their way back down to Imladris.

"Tell me, Counselor, have you made plans to take your meal this evening?" Glorfindel asks as he assists Erestor on a particularly steep footing.

"No, I have not." Erestor responds, ears tipped red at the proximity to him. Ever since Glorfindel's arrival less than a century ago, Erestor had been both intrigued and vexed by his presence in equal measures.

Glorfindel's eyes seem to shine brighter with the Light of the Trees as the world around them dims. Erestor finds himself hard-pressed to look away.

"Would you care to share the meal with me in the gardens?"

"I suppose I can find the time. " Erestor pauses and makes a split-second decision. "You may call me Erestor, if you wish."

[elennalore]

A meeting in moonlight. Celebrimbor/Annatar. Or Celebrimbor/Mairon if this scene happens post-canon (it could!)

My art for @fall-for-tolkien Scribbles & Drabbles 2024.

[naarisz]

A little drawing, I made of Thuringwethil and Sauron for @fall-for-tolkien 's Scribbles & Drabbles 2024 event! :)

[arlenianchronicles]

My first submission for @fall-for-tolkien's Scribbles and Drabbles event, featuring Hurin and Turgon! This was inspired by the original poem of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, specifically the gift-exchange game where Gawain receives six kisses while being hosted at a lord's home and passes those on to the lord himself.

[zealouswerewolfcollector]

OT3

My second and last entry for @fall-for-tolkien's Scribbles & Drabbles. A moodboard for Idril/Tuor/Voronwë

[the-red-butterfly]

Dior Wanders The Woods

Dior Eluchil (Tolkien universe)

A submission for Scribbles and Drabbles 2024! @fall-for-tolkien Slide 71

Dior my beloved. Never got the time to grow up really (,: Sorry for inserting the sads where there's no need 😂

I have to say I REALLY like how the first one came out. I have my reservations on how Dior looks on the second one though 👁

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Open for Commissions

[perlen-gold]

I'm still completing something I've been working on for Scribbles & Drabbles 2024 for Tolkien Fall.

Drabbles.

D R A B B L E S.

I am currently reaching 1853 words and counting.

It's official now. I am physically and mentally unable to write anything comprising only 100 words or even less than 1000 words!

Guys, WHAT'S WRONG with me???!!!