Whee, look at me
Silros up today! Silros is a poet, because he has heart jewels everywhere. Yes, that makes a lot of sense (sarcasm). Anyway, um, yeah. He’s a poet. That’s just his entire life, except of course for chopping up bad guys in the cavalry. He also is friends with Falamir, a bit, and he’s the other guy who’s always in the front rank (on Elfin’s right).
Ha!
This is Falamir, who rides on Turmith’s left and therefore is usually the most visible of the group. His name means ‘surf jewel’. I like the silver moon on his shield. I had some fun figuring out who would get which heraldry, and I’m not fond of mix-and-match, so Falamir also has the moon-and-three-tears helm decoration and armour with a moon on it. I also covered a page in one of my larger, rougher sketchbooks with colour ideas. You can see the blue-goop-tack stuff (normally used for holding paper on walls) I used to keep his shield on. -_-7 They’re all held on that way, all the shields, and the riders to the horses too. There’s a gem on each left wrist that I felt reluctant to cover up permanently with the shield, so instead we get goop. Meh. And I messed up the paint on the jewels on his helm decoration… they overlap the gold rims too much.
Falamir is a singer, when he’s not skewering stuff on his shiny lance, and has light wheat-coloured-ish hair. His favourite colour is blue, obviously, and comes from an old family (with pretty heraldric symbols). He has a little sister, and likes taking long walks on the beach, especially at sunset. Single. Also plays guitar to accompany himself, and has good eyes, which come in handy for detecting ambushes.
I made the Celebthol close up pictures bigger because they weren’t very detailed at all. Heh.
Ta-dah
Elfinwë! Originally called Elfin, but with we added to make the bilingual pun less obvious. That means Star Hair, and we is just an emphasis, I think. I need to go back and read that paragraph again…
Elfin is primarily a musician, a reliable fellow, also a bit of an artist in his spare time, a wise second-in-command. Single, and handsome. ^_^ My favourite of the Celebthol, with leaderish Turmith coming runner-up. This picture doesn’t really show the good side of his face, only the side covered with hair, but it shows his colours and shield and stuff.
Pose!
More Turmith today. I have just about nothing to say except that I’m very busy, so I’m not going to say very much. Isn’t he cool? Love the shield. It’s a bit of a hassle preventing it from getting dented. Eärfaroth is the only one with a white jewel on the forehead of his harness.
Turmith is, besides the leader of the Celebthol, also the leader of my tiny warhost that I led against Kevin’s Brets. He’s known in the text version simply as “the blue-eyed commander”, but he has a green-eyed second. I’m not sure if this refers to Elfinwë, the musician, or to the boss of the archer regiment that was the next to be finished. However, my strategic incompetence led to almost every single battle being lost by my troops. Phooey. It’s not blue-eyes’ fault! And in the text version, I managed to write it like a draw, instead of a massacre. Meh.
The young commander is… young, determined, a bit idealistic in his conceptions of nobility, but being an elf manages to carry it off well. Thinks well of others, tries to defend his friends, can be driven to exact vengeance. Also tries to excuse – but learn from – mistakes (archers effectively destroyed by not forming into ranks? Tell ’em next time. By the way, they all escaped by climbing trees except one. Ha). A bit ambitious, as he wants to do his job well not only to protect the innocent, but also to be given larger armies to command. So far, his superiors think he’s doing a good job.
Turmith, on the other hand, is veteran and impassive, but good pals with Elfinwë in down time. Trains energetically, has a voice that carries well, loves backgammon oddly enough, blue eyes, dark hair, loves his horse, cool-headed in battle. Marital status unknown. That shiny sword belonged to his grandfather.
Chapter 12: The Depths of the Dragon Chapter 14: The Desperate Battle
Chapter 13: The Realm of Silence
Link swung the hammer with both hands and brought it crashing down on the fire-dragon’s head. Volvagia roared, pulled back underground, and exploded out, sending rocks flying everywhere. Navi yelled and Link ducked.
The dragon flew around, spewing fire at Link. He jumped sideways and rolled, dropping the hammer. Volvagia dove. More rocks flew. Link grabbed the hammer. The dragon appeared again at the far side of the platform. Link ran. Volvagia breathed fire. Link rolled sideways.
He jumped forward, trying to catch the dragon off guard. It wasn’t. It swung its head, and its long fiery mane hit him and knocked him back. Link sprang up and smacked the hammer down on its head.
“Are you trying to kill it or give it a headache?” Navi asked facetiously.
“Navi!” Link snapped, trying to concentrate and not in the mood for jokes at that moment.
“Sorry.” Link rolled sideways to avoid another blast of fire. When Volvagia popped its head out of one of its holes, the Hylian was ready. When it swung its mane, he backflipped and bounced forward again, slamming the hammer dead on target. He was also getting tired. The heat was starting to leak through even his tunic.
Happily, the next time he repeated the pattern, Volvagia erupted from his hole right away. Link crouched warily, but Volvagia burst into flames overhead. Nothing but a few ashes fell to the platform. Continue reading
Nice T-rune, there
Turmith rides again!
Turmith: Booyeah! I mean, er, mae govannen.
This is the champion, leader, and commander of my unit of Celebthol, and his name means Grey Master (Tur as in Turgon and Turambar, and Mith as in Mithrandir and Mitheithal). That’s pretty appropriate, since he’s the boss and all the horses are grey. His horse’s name is Eärfaroth, which means Sea Hunter (Eär as in Eärendil and Belegaer, and Faroth as in the High Faroth on the map in the Silmarillion). Note the twoonie and see how small he is! Funny, I always seem to feel he’s larger. That device on his shield is not a P, it’s a tengwar T, okay? That bit was painted freehand.
Shiny jewel, huh? That part was a bit tricky. Also I varnished the shield with floor polish (also the jewels – it works!) to make it shiny. Unfortunately, it got on the ribbon too. I didn’t have Citadel silver and gold when I painted the horse, so the barding is not as shiny as it might have been. Still, it could make a good effect if done on purpose.
Chapter 11: The Shadow of Evil Chapter 13: The Realm of Silence
Chapter 12: The Depths of the Dragon
More and more balls of black magic flew through the air, and Link’s energy began to be sapped by his constant dodging. One was heading straight for his midsection, and he swung the Master Sword in a last ditch attempt to block it.
The ball bounced off the sword and hit Shadow Ganondorf. The clone moaned and sank to the floor. Link seized his chance and bounded up, slashing down with his sword. Ganondorf was hit many times before he rose off the floor again, throwing off his injuries with a laugh.
“Yes, laugh,” Link snarled at him, “but I will kill you in the end.”
Another ball was flung at him, and he swung back. So did Ganondorf.
“Tennis,” Navi labled the new battle style.
“Baseball,” Link retorted. He and his fairy didn’t stop arguing until finally the ball hit Ganondorf again.
The Master Sword blazed as it smashed through shadow bone and ghostly muscle.
Shadow Ganondorf melted into a puddle covering the whole platform, and Link shifted his feet uneasily. It began to swirl in the centre like water in a bathtub after the plug is pulled, and then drained into nothingness.
“Stupid clone,” Ganondorf was muttering. “I’ll get you next time, stupid hero…” His voice faded out as Link stepped into the blue portal that appeared. Continue reading
Charge!!!!!!
Ha! My Silver Helms cavalry, a.k.a. in Sindarin as the Celebthol, or perhaps the Celebtholrim. I bought them because… uh, long story. Continue reading
Chapter 10: Horse Chapter 12: The Depths of the Dragon
Chapter 11: The Shadow of Evil
After stopping at Kakariko, where he remet Lauri, who fed him, and where he learnt a new magical song called the Song of Storms which abruptly drenched him, and where clues Sheik left behind led him to a shiny new weapon called the hookshot which was a sort of spring-loaded grappling hook, Link returned to the ranch with Talon following him dazedly. He had found the ranch owner napping dejectedly in an inn.
Ingo was awake again, but it seemed Malon had been correct – the strange necklace had been controlling him, for now he was irritatingly cheerful and subservient. The girl was overjoyed to see her father, and they invited Link to sleep there that night.
The next day, Malon officially gave Epona to Link. “She obviously likes you just as much as she likes me, for some reason… and you’ll need her for your saving-of-the-world. So no arguing, got it?”
“All right,” Link said, laughing. “Don’t panic. Epona will be safe with me. But can you teach me how to really ride the next time I come along? I need to go to the forest now and see if Saria and Rana are there.”
“Do that! Now!” Malon grinned as she said it, eager as he was to see her friend again. Continue reading
Chapter 9: When is a Hero? Chapter 11: The Shadow of Evil
Chapter 10: Horse
Link stepped out of the Temple of Time and looked around bleakly. The bright, neat colours of Hyrule Castle Town had disappeared into a sea of rot and decay. Houses had crumbled under slimy timbers and brick and stone walls had collapsed. Shadows twisted in reclusive corners, cast by the buildings and the massive black clouds overhead. They were thickest to the north, where Link could see a tall black tower jutting into the sky.
As he made his way over to the well in the town square, he heard something low and disturbing… like someone with a stomach-ache. Several someones, in fact.
He looked around, but he couldn’t see anyone… no, wait, he could. But they weren’t people as such…
One of them shrieked at him and he found that his body was frozen in place.
“Redead!” cried Navi. Link gasped as best he could and wrenched himself into a run. Rolling swiftly past another one, he drew his sword and slashed at it. The creature didn’t react, but the group of redead was growing and moving in his direction. Bile rose in his throat.
“If we don’t get out of here soon, we’ll be dead!” Navi called. “Let’s get out of here!”
“But the people,” Link began.
“They don’t seem to be here. Come on!”
Link obeyed his fairy and ran for the gate. Continue reading