
Manwë
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andie, she/her, 26, united states. this blog is full of Tolkien. also other art, photos, fandoms, and big-eyes-emoji stuff, but mostly Tolkien. i tag! my girlfriend is bright ivanaskye, who is a lot, but not too much

The Night, she calls me, she calls me:
She sways in her velvet dress
and pulls me towards her in the dark
while the others rest ☆.。.

❛…don’t ever talk to me or my Manwë again.❜
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Hm. I only draw Manwe getting hugs… but ehh, he deserves all the love
♡~ Anyways, this was supposed to be Ingwe, but he looks too young, so it’s Finarfin now!
Indis visited her family as often as possible and brought her sons along. Everyone was enamored by the elflings, so Finarfin especially had swathes of Vanyar and Ainur cooing over him (and his super fluffy hair) whenever they were near
Taniquetil, Manwe included. This time Finwe managed to break away from his dutys to accompany his wife. He cajoled Feanor into coming with him, and Feanor, basically being a disgrunteled teen back then, complains the whole time how it’s so much better in Tirion, and anyways, Aule is, like, the only Vala who gets them and isn’t aloof– cue to Finarfin, showing off his best death glare. Galadriel has to have this from someone, right?
What a cute HC, I love it so much! ❤ I’m, like, heavily invested in Finarfin and Manwë’s relationship, so THANK YOU for posting this. ❤ Your drawing’s also really nice… They’re such a tender duo, aren’t they? c:
Imagine Frodo and Bilbo inviting some friends to tea in Valinor and Gandalf asks if he can bring some friends and that’s how Manwë winds up sitting in a hobbit sized chair (or even an Elf sized chair which is still too small) learning about pipe-weed
Elves: oh wow, existence is new and intriguing? But lo! Who is this rider approaching!?
Melkor: THE WORLD IS FULL OF DANGERS AND YOU SHOULD BE TERRIFIED; also fuck the valaaaaaaaaaar
Elves: AHHHHHHHHH
Oromë, later: oh heyyyyyy you’re awake
Elves: THE RIDERRRRRRRRR AHHHHHHHH
Oromë, in Aman: Dude I have no idea what to do; they’re terrified of everything. Your brother told them some shit…
Manwë: Like what, per chance?
Oromë: That the world is scary and that we’re scary and to be scared of everything because everything is dangerous…
Manwë:
Manwë: he’s not wrong

Manwë, the Elder King, Lord of the Breath of Arda, and humanity’s disapproving stepdad

A commission for the last chapter of @feanope‘s fic, “Gusts of Wind” Definitely check it out, it’s a good read!
Thank you so much for the commission! It was an honor to do work for your fic, feanope!
girls only want one thing and it’s a scrying falcon that they can send out to survey the land for their enemies and they can see what it sees through a crystal ball