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“But Fingon climbed to the foot of the precipice where his kinsman hung, and then could go no further; and he wept when he saw the cruel device of Morgoth. Maehdros therefore, being in anguish without hope, begged Fingon to shoot him with his bow, and FIngon strung an arrow, and bent his bow. And seeing no better hope he cried to Manwe, saying ‘O King to whom all birds are dear, speed now this feathered shaft, and recalle some pity for the Noldor in their need!’ 
His prayer was answered swiftly. Now even as Fingon bent his bow, there flew down from the high airs Thorondor, King of Eagles, mightiest of all birds that have ever been, whose outstretched wings spanned thirty fathoms; and staying Fingon’s hand he took him up, and bore him to the face of the rock where Maedhros hung.”
"Of the Return of the Noldor" - The Silmarillion, J.R.R. Tolkien
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"Look, ada, I look just like you!"
Little!Legolas plays dress up with Thranduil’s autumn crown for August 27th’s Daily Doodle Sketch.
Tolkien is careful to note that children are precious to the elves, so my head-canon gleefully has Thranduil doting on his golden son and indulging him at every possible turn…
Red and white pencils on tan paper. 9x12”
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Middle Earth Meme: 3 DEATHS1) The Fall of Fingolfin

But at the last the King grew weary, and Morgoth bore down his shield upon him. Thrice he was crushed to his knees, and thrice arose again and bore up his broken shield and stricken helm. But the earth was all rent and pitted about him, and he stumbled and fell backward before the feet of Morgoth; and Morgoth set his left foot upon his neck, and the weight of it was like a fallen hill. Yet with his last and desperate stroke Fingolfin hewed the foot with Ringil, and the blood gashed forth black and smoking and filled the pits of Grond.
Thus died Fingolfin, High King of the Noldor, most proud and valiant of the Elven-kings of old. The Orcs made no boast of that duel at the gate; neither do the Elves sing of it, for their sorrow is too deep. Yet the tale of it is remembered still, for Thorondor King of Eagles brought the tidings to Gondolin, and to Hithlum afar off. And Morgoth took the body of the Elven-king and broke it, and would cast it to his wolves; but Thorondor came hasting from his eyrie among the peaks of the Crissaegrim, and he stooped upon Morgoth and marred his face. The rushing of the wings of Thorondor was like the noise of the winds of Manwë, and he seized the body in his mighty talons, and soaring suddenly above the darts of the Orcs he bore the King away. And he laid him upon a mountain-top that looked from the north upon the hidden valley of Gondolin; and Turgon coming built a high cairn over his father. No Orc dared ever after to pass over the mount of Fingolfin or draw nigh his tomb, until the doom of Gondolin was come and treachery was born among his kin. Morgoth went ever halt of one foot after that day, and the pain of his wounds could not be healed; and in his face was the scar that Thorondor made.
- Of the Ruin of Beleriand and the Fall of Fingolfin, Quenta Silmarillion

“And you, Ring-bearer,’ she said, turning to Frodo. ‘I come to you last who are not last in my thoughts. For you I have prepared this.’ She held up a small crystal phial: it glittered as she moved it, and rays of white light sprang from her hand. ‘In this phial,’ she said, ‘is caught the light of Eärendil’s star, set amid the waters of my fountain. It will shine still brighter when night is about you. May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out. Remember Galadriel and her Mirror!’
Frodo took the phial, and for a moment as it shone between them, he saw her again standing like a queen, great and beautiful.”
Anonymous;
I'm going to assume that by 'Art Institute' you mean the AI Art Institutes. Well I have some advice for that- Don't. They're a very expensive joke that'll put you in so much debt you can't think straight. Save some cash by looking up other less expensive, better art schools. They're out there, trust me.

aHAHAHAHA I wish someone had told me that when I was 17-18. I’m graduating in two quarters so it’s kinda late for me.