#Eärwen

[that-angry-noldo]

The Swan-Maiden of Alqualondë / Queen of the Noldor

#eärwen #silmarillion #silm art #noldo draws #tried adding more colours & some light to this one

[debbiedart]

House of Finarfin ~

Finarfin - Eärwen

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

• // PRINTS!

#finarfin #earwen #eärwen #arafinwe #elf #elves #tolkien #jrr tolkien #silmarillion #Silmarillion Art #silm #silm fanart #lotr #lord of the rings #middle earth #valinor #jewelry #art #digital art #digital painting #character #design #character art #fanart

[vorbarrsultana]

i just love the third house of the noldor. i love wise finarfin, and delicate eärwen, and unbreakable finrod, and fierce angrod. i love fiery aegnor, and proud galadriel, and gentle orodreth. i love radiant finduilas, and brave gil-galad, and strong celebrían. the ultimate blorbo house

#tolkien #the silmarillion #finarfin #eärwen #finrod #angrod #aegnor #galadriel #orodreth #gil-galad #celebrian #finduilas #house of finarfin

[outofangband]

Some Tengwar practice! Click on the individuals for better quality!

🌼🌻Aerin with black eyed susans🌻🌼, Finrod with snowdrops requested by @eilinelsghost, Morwen with heather because I love the association with Heather and the house of Bëor, 🪷Eärwen with lotuses for @that-angry-noldo 🪷 Maedhros with black tulips because they represent resilience and nobility, and 🌾Húrin with goldenrod 🌾

I know my flowers are of questionable quality but if anyone has requests feel free!

#the silmarillion #the children of húrin #maedhros #Morwen #Aerin #Finrod #Eärwen #Húrin #Tengwar

[a-red-dawn]

Aredhel, Miriel and Eärwen! Some of my favourite finwëan ladies.

I tried to give Aredhel more practical clothing which she can maybe wear while hunting (not sure if it's actually all that practical though xD).

Miriel as high queen got quite a pompous gown, but I headcanon she usually likes to wear slimmer dresses.

Finally, I think the Teleri generally wear less jewelry than the Noldor, but that doesn't count for Eärwen since she's royalty. She wears pearls far more than any other jewelry, though, and her dress is of a lighter fabric than the Noldor usually prefer (and has fewer layers).

I hope you like my interpretations of these characters!

#tolkien #the silmarillion #silmarillion #silm art #aredhel #miriel #eärwen #character design #art #my art

[cilil]

rare pair bingo

⸙ Prompt: Soulmate goose of enforcement | Anairë x Eärwen ⸙ Synopsis: After the Flight of the Noldor, a mysterious goose decides it's time to bring two certain Elven ladies together. ⸙ Warnings: / ⸙ Double drabble

"Neither your choices are my own, nor those of Fëanáro. If you must follow him, then our ways part here." 

Those had been Anairë's final words to Nolofinwë, spoken with as much dignity as she could. 

She had already known the outcome; that he would leave anyway and so would their children. 

But she didn't want to leave. It seemed like a hopeless endeavour, and she trusted her own instincts. 

The other reason was Eärwen. She too would stay, Anairë knew, and she needed her now more than ever, after the Kinslaying, after everything.

Thus together, they wouldn't be alone. 

A strange golden goose had begun to follow Eärwen and occasionally honked at her as if it wanted something. 

She eyed the bird, curious but exhausted in mind and body. Grief had been holding her in its numbing grasp, and even though her husband had returned, she had found herself unable to turn to him for succour at the moment. 

"What is it?" 

The goose pecked and pulled at her skirt, and Eärwen understood the message. 

She was led outside the city gates by her determined companion, until she suddenly spotted a tall, proud figure approaching her. 

"Anairë," she whispered.

Thanks for reading! ♡

taglist: @elanna-elrondiel @i-did-not-mean-to @saintstars

#tpcrarepairbingo #anaire #anairë #earwen #eärwen #anaire x earwen #wlw #drabble #silmarillion #silm fanfic #silmarillion fanfiction #cílil writes #my writing

[saturn-s-moon]

Revealing: my biggest silm project so far!

I did Finwë's family tree because, why not?

Close ups:

#The silmarillion #The house of Finwë #Finwë #Miriel #Indis #Fëanor #fingolfin #Finarfin #Nerdanel #Anarië #Eärwen #Maedhros #Maglor #Celegorm #Curufin #Caranthir #amrod and amras #celembrimbor #fingon #Turgon #Aredhel #Eöl #idril celebrindal #Tuor #Maeglin #Eärendil #Elwing #elrond and elros #Finrod #Angrod

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

@aspecardaweek​ day five ✦ anairë, eärwen + queerplatonic

Fingolfin’s wife Anairë refused to leave Aman, largely because of her friendship with Eärwen wife of Arafinwë (though she was a Noldo and not one of the Teleri).

-JRR Tolkien, The Peoples of Middle-earth, “The Shibboleth of Fëanor”

[ID: an edit headcanoning Anairë and Eärwen as being in a queerplatonic relationship. It is comprised of six posters in pink, yellow, grey, white, and black (the colors of the queerplatonic flag. Three of the images have a frame, a water-color texture background, and a smaller image in a circular shape surrounded by a dotted frame.

1: Folds of white cloth. Large white and yellow text reads “sea maiden” / 2: A pink frame and background, with text in white, dark brown, and pink reading “eärwen & anairë” with “lady of the noldor” and “princess of the falmari” in smaller cursive. The circular image is two models with their heads over each other’s shoulders. The model in the back is black, with dark skin and coily hair in an afro. The model closer to the viewer has long straight hair and albinism. Both their eyes are closed / 3: A yellow frame and background, with the same text as Image 2. This time, the smaller image shows the same models, with the long-haired one holding the other’s head in her hands and facing forward / 4: Koi swimming in black water. Sketchy drawings of hearts are arranged in a column showing the main colors of the edit / 5: The shadow of a vase with plants against a wall. Text in the same format as Image 1, but this time in pink, reads “holiest” / 6: A grey background and frame. The circular image shows the same two models, facing each other and looking towards the viewer /End ID]

#aspecardaweek #aaw23 #edits with the wild hunt #brought to you by me #the professor's world #elves elves elves #the silmarillion #eärwen #anairë #silmedit #tolkienedit #mepoc #elvensource #oneringnet #fandomaesnet #fantasycreatorsnet #posters #queer tolkien #described

[sanflawoah]

Solar eclipse is just Tilion stealing a kiss from Arien.

Down there somewhere in Arda, Galadriel and Celeborn are watching, joined as the sky aligns as they are.

#one of tolkien's favourite ship trope #silver x gold #Tilion #arien #Telperion #Laurelin #celeborn #galadriel #honorary reverse version #finarfin #eärwen #solar eclipse #tolkien

[sauronnaise]

How Arwen got her name

Elrond: We need to find a name for our daughter.

Celebrían: Eärwen!

Elrond: We can't. That's your grandmother's name.

Celebrían: Fine. Arwen, then.

Elrond: Did you just-

Celebrían: Remove the 'e'? Yeah.

#elrond #celebrían #arwen #tolkien #shitpost #incorrect tolkien quotes #crack #incorrect lotr quotes #the lord of the rings #eärwen #how to name your baby daughter #when hubby doesn't want her to be named after your grandma #a tutorial by celebrían celeborniel #all hail teleporno #galadriel would be proud

[that-angry-noldo]

queens of the noldor :)

#miriel #indis #eärwen #silm art #silmarillion fanart #noldo draws #giving them outfits....

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

A new life

Day 2 prompts: Exploration

For: @silmarillionepistolary

Rating: General Audience

Character: Finarfin

Epistolary format: Journal entries and letter

Themes: Soft | Fluff | Exploration

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 2.1K words

Summary: Finarfin writes about his journey to Alqualondë, his first impressions of the city and the royal family.

A/n: OC name meanings

Lirulinwë, a Noldor Captain of Finwë's Household Guards - Lirulin: Lark | wë (suffix generally used for male names)

Eärerossë, wife of Olwë and Queen of Alqualondë - Eäre (a variation  of Eär, Sea) | Rossë (foam)

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Ingoldo Arafinwë’s journal

51st day of Y.T. 1278— The journey to Alqualondë was not long, but others say that there were a great many things to see along the way. I have often traveled west with my father and mother and the others, to Ilmarin and Valimar and beyond, but never have I traveled east. My mother told me all that she knew of the city and the lords and ladies that dwelled within it. She assured me I would find no cause for disappointment, and I did not doubt her in this.  

She came to Tirion’s square to bid me farewell, as did my father and sisters and full brother, and all the others. Of my half-brother Fëanáro, I saw little. He attended the feast my father held in honor of my new station as his ambassador in King Olwë’s court, albeit very briefly. He ate little, drank even less, and chiefly spoke with his own wife. Then he made his excuses and departed, but others from his family—my sister by marriage and my nephews, his sons—remained. I had held on to the hopes of some deeper understanding, of my half-brother and I meeting on middle ground, but as the years pass, that hope grows smaller and smaller, and I fear Fëanáro and I will only ever be brothers by blood, and not brothers by bond.  

“Pray do not take Fëanáro’s indifference to heart,” my mother said in comfort. “He is an elf grown, and must choose his friends and acquaintances without interference from others. Set your eyes on your new task and your new life. Alqualondë will reward you in many ways; wait and see.” 

“Write to us as often as you can, my son,” my father added, “and remember me to Olwë when you see him.” 

“I will remember you to your dear friend,” I swore. “And I will write to you all, father. You have my word on this. Farewell!”

51st day of Y.T. 1278.— What a difference a day’s journey makes! Already, the great tower and white walls and sparkling sands of Tirion are behind us, and the Calacirya is on either side of us. A great river split the land between the mountain passes, and it flowed directly into the Bay of Eldamar. I will be remiss if I do not mention that the pass is more than what it appears to be. Jewels of all shapes and hues can be found jutting out of exposed rock, and they glitter like lamps of a thousand shades when light from the Trees falls upon them. We halted briefly to rest, and I took this opportunity to carve out as many slivers as I could find. I will send these to my mother and sisters. Irimë in particular loves such jewels, and they will, no doubt, adorn her chambers and her garments in one form or another.

Later, during the waning of Laurelin and the mingling of the lights—We rested briefly again on the edge of the shore, this time to have a meal, and with Tol Eressëa within our sight. Even from afar, the lamps of Avallónë, Tathrobel and Cortirion could be seen with our eyes. All gold and silver, they glittered like stars in the heavens.

“Do many people still live there?” I asked.

“Aye, my lord,” replied Lirulinwë, a captain of Father’s household guards. He knelt beside the fire and roasted the fish we caught from the river. Another warrior was passing around cups of mulled wine. “Mariners, mostly. And nobles hailing from the city, whenever they are in need of respite.”

The captain was chosen to lead the warriors escorting me and the gifts I was tasked to carry to Alqualondë. I saw no need for so many lavish gifts or such precautions; Lord Melkor has been safely confined to Lumbi, and Alqualondë is a prosperous city. Nevertheless, my father, bless him, still insisted on it.  It would not do, he said, for his ambassador and a prince of the Noldor to arrive in another king’s fair city with empty hands and without a proper escort. Olwë might think poorly of us for it. And I am not ashamed to say that I yielded to his entreaty. Father is troubled enough as it is; I have no desire to add to the many cares weighing down on his shoulders.

“What if I wish to go there?” I inquired after accepting my wine.

The captain made himself comfortable on the sand after passing plates of the cooked fish. “Simply ask the king, my lord; I am certain he will agree to arrange a ship to take you.” 

A ship. One of the fabled swan ships, no less, with their white sails and their beaks of gold and eyes of gold and jet. Many songs have been sung of them, and now I get to see them and even sail in one of them.

“Perhaps I shall,” I returned, and we turned our attention to our supper.

It was a pleasant thing to sit and talk and laugh and break bread with the others. We listened to tales of those old enough to remember the Great Crossing, the many perils they faced leaving Cuiviénen. They regaled us with songs from that time, and then we all stopped, astonished, when singing sweeter than anything we had ever heard carried over the waves.

These were the voices of the Oarni and the Falmaríni, sea spirits that served Ossë and Uinen. Lirulinwë said these spirits are rarely seen in Alqualondë. The city and harbour are too loud, more often than not. They preferred the tranquility of Tol Eressëa instead.

The singing stopped, and the air felt strangely empty for it. “They will start up again, my lord,” Lirulinwë assured me. “Perhaps we should sing again. That might encourage them.”

I decided against my yearning to hear more. We could not tarry for much longer. The king awaited us.

Letter from Ingoldo Arafinwë to Queen Indis

52nd day of Y.T. 1278.—

“Beloved mother,—

“You will rejoice to learn that all is well with us. Our journey was a peaceful one, and we arrived just as Laurelin reached her greatest bloom. Even from outside the gates, Alqualondë is a vision to behold, and I will write to you and father on all that I see and find after I have met with the king. Pray give my love to the others.”

“Your loving son,

“Ingoldo.”

Ingoldo Arafinwë’s journal

52nd day of Y.T. 1278, during the waning of Laurelin — King Olwë greeted me with a hearty bellow upon my arrival.

“Son of Finwë!” He cried and embraced me. The gifts I brought with me were to be given later, when I was alone with the family. “Be welcome in my home!”

His home was a graceful and enchanting palace made out of white marble. Of pearls and jewels, there were aplenty. They adorned doorways and windows, columns and vaulted halls, lamps, and candlesticks. I have come to a city of great wealth, and it showed in the rich splendor I found in the palace.

King Olwë smiled warmly when I pressed a letter from my father into his hand. “I will read this later,” he said, and he passed the letter onto his steward. “Now come and meet the rest of my family.”

The king graciously led me into a vast receiving hall where his family and members of the court had gathered. He presented me to his queen, the lady Eärerossë, first.

“Welcome to Alqualondë, Ingoldo Arafinwë, son of Finwë.” Her words were like warm honey. My mother once said the women of the Teleri could rival the spirits of the sea with the sweetness of their voice. She also warned me to take care where the queen was concerned. Eärerossë was unforgiving, she had said, to those who wounded her or the ones she loved. “We have all heard so much of you. If there is anything you need to increase your comfort, please do not hesitate to ask.”

I thanked her profusely, and the king motioned for the others to come forward. His sons were many, almost as many as the sons of Ingwë. Then came the lords and ladies of his court, and finally, after I was introduced to them, King Olwë raised a hand toward a lady hiding in the shadows, urging her to come forth. 

“This, my lord and prince,” he said with pride, “is my only daughter, the princess Eärwen.”

“My lady.” I bowed as deeply and respectfully as I could.

“My lord,” she said, dipping in a curtsy in return. Her voice was unlike her mother’s; it reminded me of a clear stream. “My lord father has spoken to us a great deal about your sire and your kin. If you are not weary from your journey, I would like to show you something of our city.”

I lifted my gaze, and it was then that I truly saw her. Molten silver hair and eyes as blue as brilliant jewels greeted me first, followed by a smile that could have warmed even the coldest of hearts. For a single, breathtaking moment, I could not speak or even think. The gossips all said that the Swanmaiden of Alqualondë was a glorious vision made flesh, and for once, I was grateful that they were correct. Someone cleared their throat; it was the king, I think. Clarity came back to me in a rush, and then I recalled where I was, and who I was with. I remembered my courtesies and made haste to say, “My thanks, my lady.”

“Splendid, my lord. I will send word to the stables and ask them to ready our swiftest horses.”

Not long after, we rode out of the palace and into the city. Mountains lay to the north and west, and, much to my own surprise, there was more than one forest as well. Princess Eärwen told me they are all well stocked, and hunters never want for game. She invited me to join her and her brothers on their next hunt. I agreed, thinking it would be a most opportune time to learn of King Olwë’s children.

Another aspect of the city that caught my eye were the roofs and doors and shutters of all the manses. They were all deep blue. Even the many lamps of the city were inlaid with deep blue crystals. Pearls and jewels adorned the many walls and fountains and terraces we passed, and on closer inspection, I found that the path we were on comprised chiefly of blocks of white coral. Many of the city’s paths were made of white coral, as were parts of the walls that lined the canal that threaded its way through the city.  

The princess was kind enough to lead me down to the Haven of Swans so I could take a closer look at their ships. There were the beaks of gold and the eyes of jet. There were the pristine white sails bearing the heraldry of the noble Houses of this city. King Olwë’s ship was kept apart from the others.

“That is the sigil of our House,” Princess Eärwen gestured to what was emblazoned on the main sail. “Waves with a crowned star high above them. Father thought it fitting, given the love the Teleri hold for the sea. There are many tales of the great ocean crossing. You will hear some of them later, at the feast.”

“I hear it is to be aboard your father’s ship?” The ship made especially for the king was larger than all of the others, but could it hold a great many people?

“Yes.” The princess dug her heels into her horse, urging it forward, and I did the same. We rode closer to the many piers that dotted the Haven, and I kept silent while she called out to the mariners she knew. “But only for our family and members of my father’s council. We will take the ship out into the water while we dine. There will be minstrels and mummers and even a fire dancer. If we are truly fortunate, the Oarni and Falmaríni might join us.”

“I hear you can speak their words, my lady.”

“I can, my lord. My brothers, too. My mother encouraged us to learn. Perhaps I could teach you, if you like. It is quite hard, almost as hard as Valarin, but the words are so beautiful to listen to.”

“I hope I will not disappoint you with my efforts, my lady.”

“I am certain you will not.”

We rode on, guiding our horses past the Haven and onto the beach. The sand was like gold. Even the palm trees were gilded. There were more jewels everywhere, even in the little rock pools elflings swam in. My heart felt lighter here and freer. Perhaps my mother was right. Alqualondë could indeed reward me in many ways, and I must be patient enough to see what they are.

#silmarillionepistolary #the silmarillion #the silm fanfiction #epistolary #finarfin #Olwë #Eärwen #Indis #finwë #silmarillion oc

[irisseireth]

Dudebros and Tolkien purists: Galadriel is not a girlboss!!!1!111!1 she is beautiful and wise and stays the fuck home!!!!1!111!1

Eärwen, taking a look at newborn Galadriel: your name will be Tomboy

#the rings of power #trop #galadriel #Eärwen #tolkien #silmarillion #finarfin's kids names are so funny tbh

[statuesquueart]

Everything is for the love I bear you.

Anairë, Nerdanel, and Eärwen, from @dialux​ ‘s here’s to the strongest fighter, here’s to the last survivor (aka the fix-it fic where Nerdanel, Anairë and Eärwen steal the Silmarils).

#anaire #anairë #nerdanel #earwen #eärwen #silmarillion #silm #tolkien #fingolfin #fëanor #feanor #finarfin #j.r.r. tolkien #tolkien ladies #silm ladies #silm fanart #silmarillion fanart #tolkien fanart #jrrt #lis tag #aka i finally finished the vision that's been plaguing me since like july! dialux it's for u! yes this is why i asked you how you saw the 3 #ladies :) it's taken me like a term lmao but the behemoth is finally done!!! yelling #i hope i did them justice!! literally ever since u mentioned the statue of hands i've been plagued with brainrot of them holding the #silmarils but like one in the sky one in the sea and one in the earth (fire) (nerdanel) while standing in the statue. anyway. #that's all folks! hope u enjoy :) #also tumblr ruined the quality so if u want the full quality image just lmk!!

[actual-bill-potts]

Hi! <3 'Finarfin wrote letters home to his lady, all the long march towards Angband.',pls?

The Teleri had refused the call to war; Olwë had said look where trying to help led us last time, and Eärwen had avoided Finarfin’s eyes when she had agreed. Well - never mind that it was the descendants of Elwë Singollo who were asking for aid - never mind that the torments endured by the Noldor at the hands of Bauglir were surely a far steeper price than was warranted - never mind that Olwë’s own grandsons had died for this land -

Finarfin wrote letters anyway. I miss you, he thought often, and wrote seldom. There is beauty in this land that our children chose, he wrote. I saw Findaráto’s monument today, and thought how we love him, and hoped he could hear us.

I love you, he wrote, do you still love me?

#finarfin #Eärwen #sorry this was #probably not the romance u were expecting but I was captivated by the idea of Eärwen refusing to go so #silm fic #my writing #asked and answered

[camille-lachenille]

Safe in my arms, you’re only dreaming

Characters: Finrod, Eärwen, Arafinwë

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Family, Self-Harm

Summary: Memories of his death haunt Finrod in his new life. His parents help him.

#tolkien #the silmarillion #tolkien fic #my writing #finrod #eärwen #arafinwë #finarfin