LyraGoth
@lyragoth.bsky.social
Digital fantasy art with a touch of Pre-Raphaelite oil paintings.
Thank you. I love drawing him <3
November 15, 2025 at 7:36 PM
Thank you. I love drawing him <3
~ Inspired by this fic: archiveofourown.org/works/53962195
One Thousand Days - Melesta - The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien [Archive of Our Own]
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September 4, 2025 at 6:56 PM
~ Inspired by this fic: archiveofourown.org/works/53962195
I hope you are never in such a hurry
to prove yourself.
Grow.
Laugh.
Learn the names of the stars,
and I will teach you how to make them.
to prove yourself.
Grow.
Laugh.
Learn the names of the stars,
and I will teach you how to make them.
August 16, 2025 at 2:11 PM
I hope you are never in such a hurry
to prove yourself.
Grow.
Laugh.
Learn the names of the stars,
and I will teach you how to make them.
to prove yourself.
Grow.
Laugh.
Learn the names of the stars,
and I will teach you how to make them.
Your name is long,
but your fingers are small,
they grab my hair like you mean to keep it.
You are Atarincë’s son.
My Curufinwë.
I loved him first, and I love you twice more.
You have Káno's voice,
and your father's clever hands.
You have my fire —
And your grandmother’s patience.
but your fingers are small,
they grab my hair like you mean to keep it.
You are Atarincë’s son.
My Curufinwë.
I loved him first, and I love you twice more.
You have Káno's voice,
and your father's clever hands.
You have my fire —
And your grandmother’s patience.
August 16, 2025 at 2:11 PM
Your name is long,
but your fingers are small,
they grab my hair like you mean to keep it.
You are Atarincë’s son.
My Curufinwë.
I loved him first, and I love you twice more.
You have Káno's voice,
and your father's clever hands.
You have my fire —
And your grandmother’s patience.
but your fingers are small,
they grab my hair like you mean to keep it.
You are Atarincë’s son.
My Curufinwë.
I loved him first, and I love you twice more.
You have Káno's voice,
and your father's clever hands.
You have my fire —
And your grandmother’s patience.
For Tyelperinquar:
(a grandpa's note)
You call me "haru".
The word feels strange sometimes.
As if it belonged to someone older and gentler,
someone who knows how to marvel quietly.
You fit in my hand.
How is that possible?
My little flame,
(a grandpa's note)
You call me "haru".
The word feels strange sometimes.
As if it belonged to someone older and gentler,
someone who knows how to marvel quietly.
You fit in my hand.
How is that possible?
My little flame,
August 16, 2025 at 2:11 PM
For Tyelperinquar:
(a grandpa's note)
You call me "haru".
The word feels strange sometimes.
As if it belonged to someone older and gentler,
someone who knows how to marvel quietly.
You fit in my hand.
How is that possible?
My little flame,
(a grandpa's note)
You call me "haru".
The word feels strange sometimes.
As if it belonged to someone older and gentler,
someone who knows how to marvel quietly.
You fit in my hand.
How is that possible?
My little flame,