#silmarillion valar

[mfelewzi]

•Art by Wolfeyes.

By Facebook page Nyéni

•From the French version of the Lost Road, translated in English.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞𝐧

« Men were more frail, more easily killed by weapons or by accident, and less able to heal; prone to illness and ailments; and they grew old and died. What happened to their spirits after death is unknown to the Elves. Some say that they also go to the Halls of Mandos; but that their waiting place there is not that of the Elves; and that only Mandos apart from Iluvatar, and from there Manwë, knows where they go after their period of contemplation in these silent halls by the Western Sea. They are not reborn on earth, and no one has ever returned from hell, except Beren son of Barahir, whose hand had seized a Silmaril; but he never again addressed mortal Men. The fate of Men beyond death perhaps does not rest in the hands of the Valar; and not everything has been revealed in the Music of the Ainur. »

[ylieke]

[silmalope]

Some Valar designs (+ Uinen!)

[mateiru]

Manwë and Varda as the painting "The Kiss" - Gustav Klimt

[quinthejester]

Aulë, Mairon and Curumo

because i wanted to draw a 'family' portrait of them :)

[nervmaup]

[corsairspade]

there are many reasons I like the "Erestor son of Caranthir" headcanon but secretly the main one is that I'm imagining all of the remaining noldo auditors sighing of relief when Caranthir dies and they don't have to try play 4d chess with multiverse time travel trying to catch this guy doing tax evasion. life is good for exilic auditors now.

and then suddenly Elrond and Elros turn up again! even better! oh who's this, Elrond? your good friend Erestor? he's helping you with your taxes? oh how swe- what is this Elrond. What is this. your paperwork for your taxes you say. not a declaration of war? because it looks like a declaration of war on the exilic auditors, Elrond.

and then all the auditors are so busy doing "extreme tax auditing™" for the first time since the second Kinslaying that they don't tell anyone they're pretty sure there's another scion of the house of Fëanor running around.

[fawningbruises]

His voice is a sigh, broken a thousand times over in his throat.

[anattmar]

little doodle of Yavanna

[wisesnail]

And finally here I come with a Moringotto aka the guy who thought it was a good idea to work with a giant spider…🙈

Prints and other stuff on my RedBubble and Threadless

[fingolfinwiththesteelchair]

My favorite Morgoth moment is when the Great Enemy of Middle Earth got attacked by a big spider and shrieked so loudly all his balrogs heard from miles away and had to come rescue him. Damsel behavior

[mfelewzi]

A Elbereth Gilthoniel - Clamavi De Profundis

[inthehouseoffinwe]

Finarfin Fades.

No one expects it, no one’s faded in Valinor since Miriel. The War of Wrath is won and he comes back, waving off the courtiers, well wishers, and congratulators with his usual grace, and walks into the palace of Tirion. To rooms abandoned since their owners left so long ago. Winding deeper and deeper his feet take him to what was once Finwë’s favourite garden.

He’s so tired.

He’s fulfilled his promise to Fëanaro and Nolofinwë, to avenge them. To make the agony of their final moments - agony Finarfin felt, falling to the floor screaming as fire and darkness consumed his spirit - count for something. Now Morgoth is finally gone, but he’s not the only one.

His brothers, larger than life, larger than death, are gone. With them his sons. Niece. Nephews. Grandchildren. His daughter is never to return. He Saw little Nelyo’s death in his dreams and is sure hopes for the child’s own sake that Makalaurë will be close behind.

Little remains. Even less on these golden shores.

So Finarfin sits on a bench long overgrown with vines and weeds, and watches the sun filter through the thicket, wishing the ghosts he sees in his father’s garden would flesh out.

He sits. He waits.

And by the time anyone finds him, it’s too late.

…at least he’s smiling again.

[trash-ainu]

Eru: Here are all the resplendent Valar whom you may serve. This is Manwë, whose domain is Air, the very Breath of Arda. This is Yavanna, Giver of Fruits and Queen of Earth. But I think for you, most fitting would be Aulë the Smith, who—

Mairon, pointing at Melkor: I want that one.

Eru: Him?!

The rest of the Valar: Him?!

Melkor, in the background, choking on the water he was drinking straight from a flower vase: Me?!

[mateiru]

Manwë and Varda from The Silmarillion

[arlenianchronicles]

My first submission for this year's @tolkienrsb (slide 32) in collab with @the-red-butterfly! Manwe takes a human form to visit the Edain; he befriends a blind elder from a village of the House of Beor, and slice-of-life shenanigans ensue XD