squirrelwrangler:

I need to write/draw more Eglath-Sindar during the period between Olwë’s departure and Elwë’s return.

More angsty Elmo standing between the forest and shore having lost both his older brothers, bereft of both people he would always turn to, uncertain of what to do and his own abilities as a leader. Elmo hugging his cloak around his body, lost in the darkness, willing himself to stand strong, wondering why the sound of water is no longer musical and comforting, be it the roar of the ocean or the babble of a stream or the slosh of a lake.

Galadhorn visiting his wise Uncle Círdan, asking if he has heard from Ossë about the ones that left with Uncle Olwë. Is eldest sister Ilsë safe? Is she happy? Does she think about us, about mom and dad and Egnith and me? Do they miss us? Should I even care if they miss us? How can you stomach the sound of the sea? It is so loud, unlike the forest; it drowns out all other songs; it doesn’t want any song but its own to be heard. 

How are the search parties divided and carried out? Solemn and downcast always with disappointment or not? What are the meetings when they regroup like, and are they like mini celebrations and festivals? How to they adapt and change down the centuries into the Third Age?

Does Olwë or any of his people face back as the island is towed towards Valinor, watching the wake of waves and the slowly receding shore, praying that figures will appear on the shore running towards them shouting that they’ve changed their minds, that they will come, wait here we are, we’re all here? That Olwë walks up to Mandos and waits for his brother to walk out, because he thinks Elwë must have died in Middle-earth and this was the shortcut to meet him. That Olwë dreams that when he gets to Valinor Elwë will be standing next to Finwë and Ingwë (as is proper, is right, is as it always was and should be), and his big brother will scold in a laughing voice that Olwë took too long.

Yeah, I have lots of angsty feels about these three elven brothers.