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Bret McKenzie, the guy who played the elf known as FIGWIT in Lotr, is going to play Lindir in The Hobbit! Ian McKellen says so.

Remember FIGWIT? )

Who else is happy? :D
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OH. MY. GOD.

Hunt for Gollum

First trailer

NPR Article

It's a fan movie, made for no profit, but it looks good. I mean really, really good. Comes out on Sunday!
fairjennet: Text only. "In the beginning, there was nothing, which exploded." (snowflake)
Whee! Christmas cards go out today. Ha! Told you I'd be lucky if they got there before Valentine's day.:P

And now, a quick Tolkien meme before I rush out to do the Christmas shopping.

meme )
Ah, procrastination is lovely.
Happy holidays!
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Warning to dial-up users--big files!

Because [livejournal.com profile] phyncke's elves asked for their portraits:
Fin and Aegnor )
*hee* Aegnor looks like a cross between Heath Ledger and Shakespeare's Puck.

And because it was [livejournal.com profile] luin77's birthday yesterday:
The Woodland King )
Here is Oropher meditating before doing some sort of ceremony that involves prancing around wearing antlers.

And because I missed [livejournal.com profile] jastaelf's birthday entirely:
Young! Thranduil )
This is young Thranduil at the same ceremony. Notice how he's trying his darnedest not to burst out laughing. It's ever so difficult to be an adolescent elf.;)

Going to pick up Larry at the train station in an hour! Yay!

(Edit--anybody else want one? [livejournal.com profile] stendhaliser, Maglor is on the way.)
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The rest of the half-assed sketches from Saturday night. Warning--big files. I'm too lazy to resize.
girls of lotr )
They got sillier as the night progressed.
Rivendell elves )

Art dump

Oct. 5th, 2008 11:55 am
fairjennet: Text only. "In the beginning, there was nothing, which exploded." (arts doll)
This is what happens when there's no one around to chat with on Saturday night.

I stay up way too late sketching. )

More later if my scanner stops being incompetent.
fairjennet: Text only. "In the beginning, there was nothing, which exploded." (aredhel)
I don't own anything by Tolkien, more's the pity. Thank you [livejournal.com profile] phyncke for doing a quick read/beta for any glaring mistakes. :) It's been changed since, so any remaining mistakes are my own.

Finwenian Charm )
fairjennet: Text only. "In the beginning, there was nothing, which exploded." (aredhel)
Aredhel/Caranthir-->because I have a really stupid facination with Aredhel/any Feanorian boy, an obsession that keeps me up nights writing horribly cliched stuff.
As always, it all belongs to Tolkien. I'm just playing with his characters.

longing )
fairjennet: Text only. "In the beginning, there was nothing, which exploded." (aredhel)
Mischief
Aredhel crawled to the edge of her blanket and poked a cautious finger into the strange, knobby rug that lay beneath. She knew she was not meant to venture out beyond the blanket’s decorated floral border. Unless she was cunning, some big person would scoop her up and deposit her right back in the middle of her fluffy prison.

She peeked out of the corner of her eye. Not a skirt in sight; only a forest of linen-clad legs atop booted feet. Aredhel gurgled happily and crawled out onto the rug. Big people who wore pants rarely noticed babies.

Curious
Aredhel wanted to scratch her knee. She had skinned it sliding down a rocky hill the day before, and now the scab itched like fire. The more she thought about it the more it itched, until a thousand ants seemed to be crawling up and down her leg. Her fingers twitched but remained on the window ledge above her head. A true hunter never made any unnecessary movements when stalking prey. Tyelcormo said so.

Ever so slowly, she pulled herself up until she could peek through her cousins’ window. Her eyes widened. It was bath night in the house of Feanor.

The White Lady
“Did you hear that?” Anaire asked incredulously.

“What, that they called Aredhel the dark lady?“ Fingolfin shrugged. “So next time she can walk with her brothers in the procession instead of with Artanis.”

Anaire grimaced but then looked thoughtfully at her daughter. The girl skipped along beside such a vision of white and gold loveliness that people couldn‘t help but make an unfavorable comparison. “No, I think this calls for something much more drastic,” she mused. “Perhaps I could do something with bleach?“

Fingolfin sighed. “Not the hair, darling.”

Anaire regretfully turned her thoughts to white dresses and silver jewelry.

Defeat
In the end, when the white hot birth pains faded to a dull, exhausted haze of red, Aredhel cried out for Eol. He did not answer, nor did he bring her the light she begged for with her last strength--and so their son was born into darkness there in the shadows of the trees.

Perhaps Eol stood nearby to watch this final indignity. Perhaps he stayed in the forge, confident that his power would prevent her from escaping into the faint sunlight at the edge of Nan Elmoth, even without his full concentration. She preferred to think that he watched.
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This was once meant to be the beginning of a Thranduil/Eol story, but somehow it turned into its own little thing while I wasn't looking.
The characters belong to Tolkien. I'm just playing with them.
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