middle earth quakes & quakes & splinters, & fragments back into place. but it is never the same. thranduil bends but does not break. the dwarves shut themselves in their mountains but she does not siege them, merely sends ambassadors to parley. it is the men who resist, because men are foolish and weak. aragorn leads a counter-movement, of course he does– she hangs his men from the gates & brings the uncrowned king to her granddaughter. she grants the haradrim the lands stolen from them and burns rohan to the ground. gondor resists, and she herself storms its gates and unseats denethor from his mad throne.
mordor is eclipse, perpetual dusk when gandalf crosses it, hoping to succeed where celeborn has failed. and it is not barren in the way before less red, more grey, full of dark flowers & nightshade.
he finds her on her throne, dark-eyed, wargs resting at her feet.
olórin, she says, and her voice is a song, a nocturne, a thousand starlings lifting into flight and then plunging. she smiles and it is all teeth. i’ve been expecting you.
artanis, he answers, but she is something else. something darker, sharp as the stars.
go to the valar, she says, tell them i am coming. tell them i will have my revenge. tell them they will be unseated.
or what? he demands, and she shows him the shire, shows him one thing he has loved so much in middle earth.
L O O K T O Y O U R K I N G D O M S ; a mix for the world in which galadriel takes the ring.
what frodo did not realise is that the lady of lothlórien is no less lovely than she is powerful. what frodo did not realise is that she is the dawn and the dark and the ruler of arda, storming mordor in bare feet, singing to the wolves who lay at her heels. she is beauty. she is terror. she is a thing that creates corpses. LISTEN.
Well, I have a red-haired version of Annatar. say that this appearance blonde is the illusion that it offers puppets he manipulates, for we do not see him as a blacksmith and an jeweler “innocent and passionate” .
I’m not a fan of Galadriel. But I saw an illustrator had done a version of her mixed race. I thought it was great that I wanted to give him/her a little wink.
Irmo/Lórien kisses the young elf Galadriel on the brow, granting her a dream of Lothlórien.
Loose sketch of an illustration I may or may not finish ever. If I ever do get to it, it would definitely play up the lovely purple+gold scheme, lots of dark vs. light etc. I’m not sure what my design for Irmo would actually end up being though - he’s a weird Vala to place. Even if he is the patron of dreams, his realm is described as very dark and as invoking eternal sleep (but also rejuvenation?). To me he feels very much like a classic faerie - dark and fantastical.
Kir, Lord of Trinkets, Archfey patron of brandi’s new character
very flamboyant, knits, has pointy teeth, 420 blaze it, collects everything imaginable, pretty much just demands his warlocks that they bring him baubles, knick knacks, and other random shit for funsies
goes from 0 to galadriel-dark-queen-speech really quick
his mantle/cloak has the ability to transform into actual butterfly wings
I saw thispost while perusing my dash and I became so enraptured with the thought of Lucy Liu as Galadriel I just had to draw it out before the mental image disappeared. Dress is based off of this and this, images compiled in inspiration of Galadriel by @lotrfashion, who themselves have very, very, very amazing Asian lotr fancasts which I would highly recommend looking at. Note: I debated whether or not I should give her Lucy’s darker hair color (because I absolutely adore her hair), but decided to take a chance and keep Galadriel’s canon hair color, as it is important to many plot and character points (including her name).
I really enjoyed this, and may do more in the future :D
You will give me the Ring freely! In place of the Dark Lord you will set up a Queen. And I shall not be dark, but beautiful and terrible as the Morning and the Night! Fair as the Sea and the Sun and the Snow upon the Mountain! Dreadful as the Storm and the Lightning! Stronger than the foundations of the earth. All shall love me and despair!