drawn Jan 15, '04
posted for Jan 13, 2007
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This is Eärendil, setting sail in his swan-prowed Vingelot,
out from the dark cliffs with the Silmaril on his brow. This picture
was based on a poem in the Book of Lost Tales Part II, in my edition
on page 267: Eärendil arose where the shadow flows/At Ocean's silent
brim...I like the older version of the last verse, though: Tracking the Sun in his galleon/And voyaging the skies/Till his splendour was shorn by the birth of Morn/And he died with the Dawn in his eyes.
It's much more hopeful and glorious than the newer version, which has him withering in the darkness of the abyss.
Um, I don't have much to say today... except I did dream that I was Flairé, doing typical Flairé stuff...
Flairé: Helping out random people. In this case, getting Link his Pegasus Boots because he was stuck in the middle of a town with a bunch of officials with spears after him and they were draining his hearts badly. We saw Ilyana, too. I think we fell off a building thanks to some idiot pushing me on purpose, but you should have seen how we dealt with the machine-gun guy before that! -_^7
Snow is still here, and Eric too... he's probably completely made of ice now.