#Findis

[marchosiias]

Our girls Findis and Írimë!

I missed @finweanladiesweek 😭

#silmarillion #fanart #silm art #tolkien #the silmarillion #valinor #lalwen #irime lalwen #findis

[debbiedart]

House of Finwë ~

Finwë - Miriel - Indis - Findis - Lalwen

// prints!

fëanorians: 1 - 2 - 3 nolofinwëans: 1 - 2 - 3 arafinwëans: 1 - 2 - 3

#finwe #miriel #indis #findis #lalwen #irime #feanor #fingolfin #finarfin #noldor #elves #tolkien #silm #silm fanart #silmarillion #lotr #lord of the rings #portraits #digital art #middle earth #jrr tolkien #silm art

[overlord-of-fantasy]

Nerdanel is ambitious

*The children of Finwe (and their spouses) are playing a team sport* Fingolfin: Are you upset you don’t get to be on the same team as Nerdanel? Feanor: Have you ever played a game with Nerdanel? Fingolfin: No… Feanor: Have you ever been trapped in a cage with a wolverine? *Meanwhile, on the other side of the field* Nerdanel, chasing Finarfin: I SAID FASTER! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORD “FASTER” MEANS? IT MEANS MORE FAST!!!!

#lotr #silmarillion #silmarillion memes #incorrect silmarillion quotes #feanor #fingolfin #finarfin #feanor x nerdanel #nerdanel #house of finwe #findis #lalwen

[meluiloth]

Here’s my artwork for @silmarillionepistolary day 4, love and creation!

More time has passed, and Finwë still loves his art, his people, and his growing family. His eldest son, Fëanáro (shown on the top left and right), has grown into an ambitious and genius adult. He is always creating and inventing new things - even a written language! Finwë has spent much time learning the script (a few failed attempts are shown in the top left corner), but he is immensely proud of his son (and his wife, Nerdanel, pictured below him).

Finwë’s ‘other family’, so called by Fëanáro (who doesn’t get along with them at all), has grown over the last several years. Indis is a ray of sunshine in his life, and as strong a woman as she is a Queen - she has borne four children and remains as joyful and sturdy as ever. Nolofinwë is the eldest, followed by Arafinwë, then his two daughters Findis and Írimë. Finwë adores children, and would love to always have them near him forever. (Though his own are swiftly growing up, Nerdanel is already pregnant with her first child, which is very excited about).

Still, though his first wife makes no more appearances in his sketches … she always lingers in the back of his mind, a phantom he could not erase even if he wanted to. And he doesn’t want to, no matter how much guilt he feels about pining over Míriel when his living wife is ever beside him.

Tengwar translations (the language is English transcribed into Tengwar):

#lord of the rings #art #my art #the silmarillion #finwe's sketchbook #finwe #house of finwe #silmarillion epistolary #indis #Fëanorian #nerd #fingolfin #finarfin #findis #irime lalwen #fandom event

[sauroff]

There must have been some moments in which they weren't fighting all the time.

Fëanor reading to his siblings, some sort of fictional story. Fingolfin is obviously a big fan of the hero, while Irimë loves the villian (maybe a bit too much, Fëanor thinks). The little interventions on the scroll are also hers. Findis is very unimpressed about the whole thing. Finarfin is just hungry, and probably deciding whether to chew on the scroll or Fëanor's arm or hair.

#feanor #fingolfin #irime #findis #finarfin #silmarillion #my doodles

[thesummerestsolstice]

My Headcanon Crafts for Finwe and his Children

Finwe: a woodcarver, he likes really intricate geometric patterns. Carved most of the furniture in his house. Occasionally experiments with larger statue work. One of his favorites is a large bear; which he made for Orome's halls. He also carved cribs for each of his kids.

Feanor: a smith. One of the things that makes him special is that he's one of a few elvish smiths who can actually make gemstones. For all that later generations will remember him for his swords and Silmarils, most of his work was in fine jewelry and more modest Feanorian gemstone lamps.

Findis: a writer, and a very good one, but most of her work remains unpublished. She can be just as possessive of her secrets as Feanor, and for elves, words absolutely have power. There's a mountain of paper in her home, and she doesn't really know what to do with it.

Fingolfin: a glass worker, who specializes in stained-glass windows. The things he creates are beautiful, especially with the light filtering through them, but they're also fragile. Some of his favorite works are Feanorian lamp gemstones he surrounded with a mosaic of colored glass. (They're some of Feanor's favorites too, but both of them would rather die than admit it)

Lalwen: a cartographer. She traveled almost every inch of Beleriand, and her maps are still some of the best remnants of the sunken continent in the Third Age. Always drew sea monsters on her maps as a matter of principle.

Finarfin: a baker. It's very nontraditional for a Noldor craft– it's more typical of the Vanyar, but he insists that food can be art as much as anything else. He measures everything out by feel, and it tastes great every time. His kids all have fond memories of baking crepes with him.

Headcanon Crafts for the House of Feanor, the House of Fingolfin, the House of Finarfin, and the rest of the House of Finwe.

#silmarillion #house of finwe #noldor #noldor crafts #finwe #feanor #findis #fingolfin #lalwen #finarfin #silm headcanons #let me know if you want me to make a similar post for Finwe's grandkids

[lkaluna]

Hey guess what, I’ve just realized that Findis and Lotho Sackville-Baggins have something in common

#lotr #silmarillion #tolkien #guess who’s rereading lotr again #findis #Lotho Sackville-Baggins #my post #memes

[nobunsonpesach]

Can I request chubby Indis?

Certainty! Here is the golden mama 😌✨ and her smol beans!

#fat art #fat elves #silm art #indis #finarfin #fingolfin #findis #irimë

[tanoraqui]

Lalwen caught everyone's attention by slamming a fresh wine bottle onto the center of the table.

"Alright, new game," she said. "'The Worst Thing I Ever Did To You Was...' It's like The Worst Thing I Ever Did, but it has to be specifically to someone else in this room, and you have to apologize for it. And you only get to drink if everyone else agrees that your apology was good enough."

Fingolfin raised one finger. "Point of order: what if you need to be drunker in order to apologize for something?" He didn't look at Fëanor, but his gaze was sliding around a bit, so in order to achieve this, he turned his entire head to the right.

"Tough luck," said Lalwen.

"Point of order," said Findis. "What if we don't want to play this one, either?"

"Then you have to sit here and endure it without getting to drink any more. Because - " Lalwen forestalled Fëanor's imminent query - "the door is still locked and no one is leaving until Family Game Night is over."

The boys all radiated rebellious pedantry, probably still not over how she'd lied to get them all here. But they didn't say anything, so Lalwen smiled brightly and said, "Great! I'll do an example to show you how it's done."

She retook her own chair, wobbling only a little as she moved from standing to sitting, leaned toward her youngest brother and said earnestly, "Ara, I'm sorry that I lied to you that Gil-galad was Fingon's son and your foster-great-grandson. It was politically expedient but essentially an orc move, and mostly I just did it because I was bitter at you for swanning in with all your golden armor and righteousness and optimism, when we had none of any of that. That was wrong of me. Also, obviously it fell apart as soon as he and his parents were all re-embodied."

Fëanor still had half a glass of wine from the now-lost bottle. He'd started slipping it slowly while glaring pointedly at Lalwen, to prove that he didn't need her stupid game.

He nearly spit it out.

"That's why a random half-blood became High King of the Noldor?" he demanded. "You just lied that he was part of the House of Finwë? And nobody challenged it?"

Lalwen was laughing too hard to answer. Findis was also laughing, more quietly.

"To be fair," Fingolfin offered, swallowing his own snicker in favor of loftiness, "from what the elf himself has told me, at the start of the Second Age, Galadriel, Elrond, and Celebrimbor between them could have crowned an unwoken tree High King if they'd all agreed on a candidate. Support from each of our lines, you know."

"Fëanor, how did you think Gil-galad became High King?" Finarfin asked curiously.

"I hadn't thought about it much - I've been busy, you know. I suppose I assumed he'd been elected, as we do now."

Fëanor tipped his head back to drain his glass, then rather slammed it down on the table. Yet again, the jewel-grade goblets proved themselves the right choice for the evening.

Lalwen could barely breathe for laughing. "No Noldor on either side of the Sea did that until nearly the end of the Second Age!"

Fëanor scowled.

Findis smiled serenely, and twisted the top off the new wine bottle. A melodious scent swelled forth of sweet grapes, bruised peaches, and warm summer sun.

"Well, that seems well-apologized to me." She refilled Lalwen's glass - though she paused before handing it back, and asked, "Ara?"

Finarfin nodded grandly, and for good measure took Lalwen's hand and kissed it. "We are well-reconciled, sister, and have been for many years."

"Good, good, gimme!" said Lalwen, grabbing at her well-deserved wine. "Ahh..." The Yavannandil wine was soft and soothing against her laughter-dried throat.

When she'd downed a good third of the glass, she gestured broadly and declared, "There! You see how it's done! Your turn!"

She pointed to Fëanor, then jabbed her finger at his chest. "And you're not allowed to say 'burning the ships', that's too easy."

#the silmarillion #ficlet #wanted to write something pleasant so i wrote this #lalwen #feanor #findis #fingolfin #finarfin #my fic #feanor and feanor's kin #aman ever after

[valinorianyears]

Young Laurefindele|Glorfindel in Valinor with his mother Findis

#silmarillion #valinorian years #silm art #silm headcanons #glorfindel #silm #silmarillion fanart #laurefindele #fanart #findis #tolkiengenweek #finweans #tolkien tag #tolkien elves

[hamletphase]

the children of finwe 🌟

#silmart #feanor #findis #fingolfin #lalwen #finarfin #the silmarillion #finweans #tolkien #my art #didn't spend very long on this but i had FUN and that's what matters

[cyclonestudios-alt]

The last three I only found out about a few days ago sooooo...

Reblogs would be greatly appreciated!!

#Polls #Silmarillion #finwe #feanor #findis #fingolfin #lalwen #Finarfin #faniel #finrun #Finvain

[overlord-of-fantasy]

They just wanted to be like their big brother...

Fingolfin: *holding a salt packet, trying to sound like Feanor* It’s just a little sodium chloride. Findis, holding baby Finarfin: Actually Fingolfin, it’s salt. Irime, in her best Feanor voice: That’s what he said, sister, sodium chloride. Findis, visibly annoyed: Uh Irime, that would be salt. Feanor, walking into the room, pissed: *takes salt packet from Fingolfin* This is iodized table salt, which in addition to sodium chloride contains anti-caking agents and potassium iodate, which is added to prevent iodine deficiency. So not only are you being overly pretentious, you are factually wrong. Your arrogance is your downfall, you annoying little shit.

#lotr #silmarillion #silmarillion memes #incorrect silmarillion quotes #feanor #findis #fingolfin #irime #finarfin #house of finwe #children of finwe #valinor #young elves

[elficially-done-with-life]

#tolkien elves #tolkien polls #elwing #Aredhel #celebrían #idril #arwen #luthien #finduilas #indis #findis #irime #irime lalwen #I reached the limit of answers before being able to include Miriel... I am very sorry #nerdanel #galadriel #artanis #elves #female elf #female elves #underrated elves of the silmarillion

[wraithgarden]

Something small while I chug away at commissions. Findis needs some more love.  Fëanorand Fingolfin who???

#silmarillion #findis #tolkien

[thesummerestsolstice]

During the Years of the Trees, the House of Arafinwe has a weekly family breakfast together– Arafinwe bakes pancakes for everyone (with his kids helping of course!) Nolofinwe and his family come to spend time together, Findis and Lalwende show up every week, even if they are a little late, and Finwe and Indis almost always make time for it as well. (And if some of Feanaro's kids show up, Arafinwe always makes a little extra) It started when Findarato was really little, and always begged for pancakes and jam, and has been going for centuries by the time Feanaro gets exiled to Formenos. They put all sorts of toppings out on the table and spend the morning catching up and laughing with each other. Treelight pours in through the windows of the house, and all is right with the world.

And one day, not too long after the Darkening, Arafinwe wakes up, disoriented, and, pretty much on auto-pilot, goes to make pancakes. Look, it takes a lot of batter to make enough pancakes for fifteen people– you have to start that early to get in done in time for a reasonable breakfast. So he makes the pancakes alone, not really thinking about things, probably unconsciously assuming that he's just woken up early and that his kids and wife are still sleeping. He sets the table, because he knows where everyone will sit. He gets everything out, because for all that's happened the pantry is still full.

And then he sees the way the slightly eerie red-tinted lamp light reflects on the silverware. And then he remembers that his children left, and so did his brothers, and sister, and nieces and nephews. He remembers the horrible, half-regretful, half-knowing look he'd seen on Findarato's face before he'd left over the Helcaraxe, the breathless, fruitless argument he'd had with Nolofinwe. He remembers that his wife won't talk to him, and neither will Findis. That his father is dead and that his mother left for Lorien after his death and isn't taking visitors.

And he just sits there, in the big, dark, silent, empty room. And the pancakes get cold and the fruit toppings begin to rot. He leaves– he's not sure when, without the treelight to tell time– and locks the room.

He moves out of his house the next day, and into the palace in Tirion, which, to be honest, feels just as haunted. He stops baking. Being high king of the Noldor in Valinor doesn't leave him with a lot of spare time for his craft. Or his grief. And as long as he keeps it locked away in a house he never goes to, he can almost live with that.

#silmarillion #silm headcanons #finarfin #house of finarfin #fingolfin #finwe #indis #earwen #findis #lalwen #finrod #but like #all of these people are here as absences #I have many thoughts about Finarfin #most of them are really sad