#Vána

[singsofecho]

Ainur Week Day 4

Oromë, Vána, Arien, Tilion

Hunting, Family Dynamics, Legends

Tilion and off-duty Arien listening to Aredhel tell Maeglin a legend of Oromë and Vána on Baby's First Hunting Trip.

#my art stuff #silmarillion #aredhel #maeglin #arien #tilion #oromë #vána #ainurweek #I have so many feelings about Maeglin and Aredhel okay #the brainrot is chronic

[cilil]

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞

𓄌 Characters/pairings: Tulkas x Nessa, Oromë, Vána 𓄌 Synopsis: Tulkas attempts a proposal, Nessa issues a challenge and Oromë has an idea. Or: A brief origin story of the feast. 𓄌 Warnings: / 𓄌 Oneshot (~1.2k words) | AO3

"My lady Nessa..." 

Nessa giggled when she saw Tulkas' normally jolly expression change into a more serious one, but gracefully placed her hand on his outstretched one after one more playful pirouette. 

"Yes? What is it?" 

Tulkas was even redder than after his hunts with Oromë, he could feel it. He also felt the eyes of his best friend and companion on him, could sense his nod of encouragement without seeing it, and noticed other nearby Ainur glancing in their direction too. What he meant to ask her was a distinctly private matter, and unfortunately it seemed as though he wasn't going to get privacy right now - but to make a flimsy excuse and leave would be cowardly, and he would permit no cowardice in front of the lady he was courting. 

"Have you, um..." Tulkas' brow furrowed as he searched for words. "...considered getting married?" 

The second these words were out of his mouth, it felt as if the world around him stilled. Even the wind died down — damn Manwë's curiosity — and Nessa stopped moving around, looking up at him with wide, contemplative eyes. 

"Not really." A huge, toothy grin appeared on her face, and there was something distinctly wolfish about it, reminiscent of her brother. "Why?" 

"Because I would like to... ask if you... umm..." Despite his best efforts, Tulkas failed to properly formulate the question he had been meaning to ask. Nessa's mien was disarming in the best and worst way possible, making him stammer and stumble over his own words, entranced by her wild, mischievous pride. 

"Would the great Lord Tulkas ask for my hand in marriage?" she challenged him. 

"I would." 

"But surely you understand that I cannot wed you without testing you." 

"Of course, my lady. Ask of me what you will and it shall be done," Tulkas said. He had never been one to back down from any sort of challenge, and he felt light with relief as she voiced what he hadn't managed to convey. This, he thought, he knew; this he could do. 

"Very well." Nessa pulled back her hand and took a few steps back, dancing and twirling as she went.

"I am certain my brother has instructed you in the ways of the hunters," she began, "as a warrior I know you are peerless, but I wish to see how you fare in the ways of our family." 

"There is no beast I wouldn't catch for you and no enemy I wouldn't overcome!" Tulkas proclaimed. The Ainur around them had begun to whisper, but he cared little for them. 

Nessa merely laughed and then, with one more elegant hop, shifted into the shape of a white deer. 

"No beast you wouldn't catch? Well, my lord, your prey shall be none other than I. Hunt me if you dare and catch me if you are able."

"As you wish," Tulkas accepted her challenge and got ready to chase the deer. 

"Careful," Oromë's voice cautioned in his mind, "she is the wildest and fiercest prey you could ever hunt. Do not take this challenge lightly."

"I shan't," Tulkas reassured him merrily. 

With one final glance over her shoulder, Nessa began to run, and he gave chase. 

~

Tulkas had never doubted his abilities before. It was not in his nature to hesitate, falter or question, but to ever press on with a smile on his lips and laughter bubbling in his chest. 

Nessa, however, made him wonder if he had bitten off more than he could chew. 

He could keep up with Nahar when he hunted together with Oromë, but she was swifter than the two of them, steadily gaining distance no matter how fast he ran after her. As if to taunt him, she ran across the plains of Arda for a while, before finally reaching a nearby forest and disappearing between the trees. 

Tulkas searched for her of course. It felt as though he had run past every single tree in the forest when he finally slowed down, panting and glistening with sweat, his proud golden hair matted and sticking to his skin. His entire fána was covered in dirt, leaves and a few stray twigs and vines he had trampled during his wild chase, and his eyes searched in vain for the white deer, finding no more traces of her. He thought about trying to look for hoof prints or pieces of fur in order to track her instead, but decided that the sister of the Great Hunter was certainly too smart and skilled to leave such things behind. 

Dejected, Tulkas began making his way home. To admit his failure to his best friend and the others would be humiliating, but he cared less about his pride and more about his failure to live up to Nessa's standards. She had, and of that Oromë and Manwë had assured him, shown herself to be amenable to his courtship, so surely she hadn't given him an impossible task — perhaps he simply wasn't worthy of her yet. 

When Tulkas trudged across the plains of Arda, he suddenly heard the sound of hooves and turned to see the white deer he had so desperately sought — with none other than Vána sitting on her back, riding her with nonchalant elegance. 

"Did you catch her?" he asked in disbelief. 

Vána smiled mysteriously, and her demeanour made it obvious that she knew exactly what deeper purpose his unsuccessful hunt had. Tulkas tried not to look too ashamed. 

"In a way," she said and shook her long hair, causing sweet-smelling golden pollen to fill the air around her. Nessa turned her head to sniff it and appeared to be pleased. 

"Ah, you lured her in," Tulkas said, nodding sagely. "Good tactic, it seems." 

"Someone has to bring the poor lady home, if it isn't going to be you," Vána teased and gently urged Nessa to move. 

"Come on. Let us go back to Almaren." 

Tulkas nodded in agreement and walked beside the pair. He had failed his challenge, but at least he wouldn't be returning empty-handed. 

~ 

"I have been thinking," Oromë announced. He was lying on his back underneath a tree, staring up at its leafage in deep thought. 

"About Nessa and I?" Tulkas asked, equally sheepish and curious. 

"A hunter and a hunted... a challenge, a chase, courtship and passion..." Oromë pondered aloud instead of answering, then turned his head and smiled at his friend. "It seems to me like it could work well as a tradition of sorts. Perhaps I shall even ordain a feast to celebrate the wild and primal tendencies of us Ainur and the Children to come. What do you think?" 

"If that means I get to try my luck again, I'm already in favour of this feast of yours," Tulkas chuckled, attempting to make light of his own misfortune. 

Oromë's mien softened with compassion. "Don't take it to heart, my friend. I don't think Nessa thinks less of you for it; she merely is capricious and wild like the beasts in the forests where we feel at home. Such things are a game to her, and she does enjoy winning." 

#feastofhorns #feastofhorns 2024 #tulkas #nessa #tulkas x nessa #orome #oromë #vana #vána #valar #ainur #silmarillion #silm fanfic #silmarillion fanfiction #cílil writes #my writing

[stardustmuguet]

Oromë the Great Hunter and Lord of the Forests, and his wife Vána Queen of Flowers and the Ever-Young

#orome #vána #the silmarillion #silmart #silmarillion #traditional art #tolkien art #colored pencil

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

Check the poll for the Lords as well!

#Valar #Varda #Yavanna #Nienna #Estë #Vairë #Vána #Nessa #Bellona's stuff

[ceruleanwhore]

I know the Tolkien fandom really loves Yavanna and has these lovely theories about her making the hobbits and the ents, but I had another idea regarding the ents that makes more sense to me, which is that Oromë was actually the one to make them. This is partially because the Valaquenta says that "all trees he loves, for which reason he is called Aldaron, and by the Sindar Tauron, the Lord of Forests," which clearly tells us that he specifically loves trees. We also know that he spent more time in Middle Earth than any of the other valar, so it's not unreasonable that he could grow attached to some of the forests there and create shepherds to care for them.

More importantly, I actually think that he and Vána are Tom Bombadil and Goldberry, because of a slavic deity called Leshy (also Leshi or леший). His domain is the forest and he's a great hunter, like Oromë, but he's also a bit of a forest cryptid who tends to mislead travellers, more like Bombadil. Now, Tolkien was into all kinds of stuff like older European mythologies, so it isn't unreasonable to think that he could've encountered this deity in his scholarship and then used him as inspiration for these characters. The way I see this working is that, at some point after the first age, Oromë and Vána were sick of everything so they fucked off to the forest in Middle Earth and started over as Bombadil and Goldberry.

The ents tie into this because Bombadil clearly cares about the ents in the text. If he was the one who created them in the first place, then that would further explain his interest in receiving news about them. Oh and the last thing I'd point out is all the singing with Bombadil because Lord knows that singing is a pretty big thing with all the valar, since that's how they created and shaped Arda.

Idk, what do y'all think?

#tolkien #silmarillion #oromë #vána #yavanna #ents #tom bombadil #goldberry

[velvet4510]

#jrr tolkien #lotr books #tolkien legendarium #the silmarillion #the valar #valinor #irmo #nessa #estë #lorien #vaire #vana #vairë #vána #valar #este #lotr poll

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

A Merry Chase | Crown of Roses

Day 2 Prompts: The King and Queen | The Master and Mistress of Ceremonies

For: @feast-of-horns

Rating: M

Pairing: Varda/Manwë | Oromë/Vána

Themes: NSFW / NSFT

Warnings: Kissing

Wordcount: 300+ words

Summary: Varda chases after the king | Oromë gives his wife a gift in honor of the chase

A/n: This submission will feature two separate short-short fics centered on the above pairings

Minors DNI | 18+

This is also available on AO3

A Merry Chase

The king ran swiftly. He was the hunted, not the hunter. Behind him came his queen, delighting in the chase, the stars that lit her way, and the prey that was always a step ahead.

"You cannot escape me, my love," she cried when her beloved escaped her grasp again.

"Such will not be the case, my love!" Her king returned as his feet fell against grass and bloom and leaf. He whooped in glee, racing around dainty bushes and mighty trees, so sure was he of victory. Then he faltered, and the queen seized the moment, laughing in triumph while she grappled with him and they fell to the earth in a tangle of limbs. 

"You are mine, beloved," Varda declared lustily and sat astride his hips, her hair a cascading waterfall of dark curls and vivid starlight. “I now claim you for myself and no other.”

“You have indeed claimed me, fair lady.” Her king smiled at her. "Tell me. What does my queen have in store for me?"

Varda did not answer. She leaned down, framed her lord husband’s face with her delicate hands, and kissed him into willing submission with quiet passion. 

Crown of Roses

Her lord husband brushed his fingers over her robes after her handmaidens took their leave of her. A hundred crimson roses in full bloom sewn to delicate linen with golden thread adorned her person, and the air around her reminded the Lord of Forests of a meadow in spring.

"Tis a thing of great beauty, to be sure," he declared wistfully. "But I fear it is still lacking."

"Lacking?" Vána returned, amused rather than wroth. "In what way, my lord?"

"This way." Oromë called out an order, and an attendant came into the dimly lit chamber bearing an ornate wooden chest. He lifted the lid to reveal a crown of crimson roses and horns resting on a velvet cushion.

"A hunter's crown," his wife remarked. Her lips curled up into a beguiling smile. "Does the Master of Ceremonies desire to be hunted?"

"For a few glorious hours," Oromë whispered, "aye."

"Tis an interesting reversal, my lord." Vána stood still while her husband affixed the crown to her hair. "I pray that I will be equal to the challenge."

"You will succeed, beloved." He asked the attendant to leave them, and he waited until the doors closed behind them to sweep his wife into his embrace. "And I swear that I will reward you in as many ways as you desire once you capture me during the chase."

tags: @cilil @asianbutnotjapanese

#feastofhorns #feastofhorns2024 #manwë #varda elentari #manwë x varda #oromë #vána #oromë x vána #the silm #the silmarillion #the silm fanfiction

[spruceneedles]

Vána

#spruceart #myart #drawing #tolkien fanart #silm art #silmarillion #valar #vána #ainur #tolkien stuff #tolkien #vána the ever-young

[who-needs-words]

Another 5am thought. (Don’t expect coherency sorry)

What are the domains of Nessa and Vána??? Like??? ‘The dancer’ and ‘the ever-young’ gives me NOTHING to work with.

Ugh. Because the valar and pretty obviously styled off the greco-roman pantheon I’m gonna say Vána gets a pre-hades persephone like role as the goddess of spring. Simply because of her connection to flowers and role as Yavanna’s sister (Yavanna is basically Demeter c’mon). Maybe not just spring but maybe she actively changes the seasons?

Still thinking over Nessa. If we continue with pulling from greco-roman roots she might be an Aphrodite stand in. She’s married to basically a war god (Tulkas) and her only real description is that she’s fast and a dancer. I can see a connection between dance and beauty. I don’t really like that so.

Is she like. A party goddess? Would the professor do that???

She really feels like a valar of the preforming arts to me which does may not pull at all from real mythology connections but is my only idea.

Idk. Anyway I’m frustrated. It’s 5:30 am. Hit me up if you have ideas or if I forgot something.

#eli rambles #the silm #the silmarillion #silmarillion #silm #Nessa #vana #Vána #the valar #someone help me with this pls

[edensrose]

Ranking The Valar's Evil Laughter

( excluding melkor bc he's probs first on this list. also don't question me okay, I'm just thinking abt námo )

Námo

only in villain aus. he's not one to speak, and do you know what that means? he goes absolutely batshit when he's in his villain arc. maniacal laughter is more like it. like a barking, howling, unsettling thing that'll chill you to your bones

Nessa

in normal canonverse, she's a bit of a meme and she learnt it purely for that cause. gives melkor a run for his money with her "morgoth impression"

Aulë

he has heard mairon giving off too many sinister giggles and bursts of random laughters when he thought no one was looking. he knows what to do

Yavanna

she literally threatened to beat up aulë's kids. you can't tell me she wasn't kinda laughing when she did that

Irmo

I think we all know irmo is the furthest thing from sane. let's just hope he doesn't lose it entirely — his laugh might just challenge námo's in his villain arc

Oromë

not really a good villain laugh but everyone who knows oromë knows he always seems like he has a stick up his ass — so the fact that he laughs in general is probs a bit unnervin

Vairë

witch wife okay? she might be quiet but when she does it'll be pretty scary. only ranking her this low because she just gives dark chuckles

Estë

in general, eh, she's not that bad. it does seem a bit forced though. unless it's a villain au, she'd be just below irmo

Vána

learnt from yavanna tbh, still not that great

Varda

she's a bit too good for that. I feel like she might have a chance in a villain au. also it just reminds her of melkor so she's like eugh

Tulkas

his laughter is always so happy sounding, even when it's intimidating. so evil laughter is definitely not his strong suit, even in villain aus

Manwë

he tries okay. I feel like he's quite unnerving in villain aus and doesn't burst into random fits of laughter because of the whole 'nice' façade. but he could. he just prefers not to

Nienna

guys. . . she's too pure for this

Ulmo

*devilish water bubble noises*

#— ꒰🌺꒱ 𝐝𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐬 ៸៸ tolkien ❜‧₊ #manwë #námo #irmo #aulë #oromë #tulkas #ulmo #yavanna #varda #nienna #estë #nessa #vairë #vána #the silmarillion #silm #tolkien #crack #listen #i just did wanted to do this

[carmisse]

Celegorm the Fair.

Vána : Your beauty is beyond compare with shining locks of silver hair with ivory skin and eyes of emerald green.

Eöl : Your smile is like a breath of spring your voice is soft like summer rain and I cannot compete with you Celegorm.

Nimloth : He talks about you in his sleep and there's nothing I can do to keep from crying when he calls your name Celegorm.

Celegorm : ...

#celegorm the fair #Vána #eöl #nimloth #Oromë x Vána #eol/aredhel #celegorm x orome #celegorm x aredhel #the silm fandom #incorrect silmarillion quotes #silm crack #jolene #celegorm/dior

[cilil]

❅ Prompt: Holidays & hand holding (rare pair bingo) | Oromë x Vána ❅ Synopsis: [Setting: Feast of Horns] The Master and Mistress of Ceremonies get ready to begin the hunt. ❅ Warnings: / ❅ Drabble

» AN: A sneak peek for @feast-of-horns, if you will. Looking forward to this event!

Also disclaimer: While this is a canon pairing, the Valar couples don't get much spotlight, so I still feel like they count as rare pairs.

It was that time of the year again, and Oromë's excitement thrummed through their bond like the distant music of a war drum. 

Hand in hand, the Master and Mistress of Ceremonies approached the eagerly waiting crowd. Vána's form was bare save for flowers and tendrils wound around her limbs and torso, and so was her husband's, though he wore fur, teeth and horns as adornments. 

Intimidating in their poise, alluring in their raw, primal physicality, the two Valar drew many glimpses and glances of admiration and desire alike. 

Vána held up the Valaróma. First, the hunt; second, the reward. 

Thanks for reading! ♡

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#orome #oromë #vana #vána #orome x vana #drabble #silm fanfic #silmarillion fanfiction #silmarillion #cílil writes #my writing #winter prompts

[stardustmuguet]

Inktober 2022 day 6 Bouquet

Vána the Ever-Young, holding a bouquet of tulips

#inktober 2022 day 6 #vána #silmarillion fandom #the silmarillion #silmarillion fanart #inktober 2022 day 6 bouquet

[hewalksinstarlight]

Silmarillion AU: The Ballet

Lauren Cuthbertson as Vána, the Ever-Young, who loves life and sunlight and at whose song the flowers arise and open.

#vána #valar #silmedit #silmarillion #lauren cuthbertson #ballet au #mine

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

“Oromë is a mighty lord...[He] loved the lands of Middle-earth, and he left them unwillingly and came last to Valinor; and often of old he passed back east over the mountains and returned with his host to the hills and the plains. He is a hunter of monsters and fell beasts, and he delights in horses and in hounds; and all trees he loves, for which reason he is called...the Lord of the Forests...The spouse of Oromë is Vána, the Ever-young; she is the younger sister of Yavanna. All flowers spring as she passes and open if she glances upon them; and all birds sing at her coming.”

-JRR Tolkien, Valaquenta

#brought to you by me #edits #oromë #vána #the professor’s world #the silmarillion

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

For the @ainursecretsanta side event, and inspired by these prompts created by @cilil

Pairing: Vána | Nessa

Themes: Soft

Warnings: None

Word count: 600+ words

Summary: Nessa takes Vána all the way to Middle-Earth to surprise her with something new that she had planned. 

Minors DNI

Divider by @estrelinha-s

"Where are you taking me?"

Nessa kept Vána's hand firmly in hers and smiled. "You will see soon enough, my love."

Vána looked about her. The path Nessa led her through was unfamiliar to her. Then again, most of Middle-Earth had grown unfamiliar to her since she walked it last. Spruce and Fir and Pine grew thick around these parts, and fallen needles covered the earth like a carpet. 

Where are we going? Vána wondered even as her curiosity grew and grew. Nessa did not utter much when they met in the halls her lord brother called home, except to say that she had devised a new diversion for them, and that she would give nothing else away until the appointed time arrived. 

"Are you certain this is wise?" Vána inquired, afraid. They were alone in this strange land, with neither a weapon nor a warrior to keep them safe. "We are a long way from Valinor, and if trouble should find us... "

"Trouble will not find us, sweetling," Nessa turned to face her. She sensed her companion's slow, creeping apprehension. It was a skill she learned at her brother's knee. "My brother and his attendants hunt in these forests more often than not," she revealed in the hope of comforting Vána and dispelling her fears. "We are safe, I assure you."

If Oromë and his elves hunt here, then it must be safe. Somewhat appeased, Vána encouraged Nessa to lead her on. They walked and walked and walked until they came upon a little clearing in the middle of the forest. Then Nessa let go of her hand and whistled. 

It was not long before they heard little bells tinkling and hooves striking the earth. Then came a strange hissing sound, as if something heavy was being dragged along. Vána could not believe what she was seeing. Approaching them were deer, the likes of which she had never seen before. Their coats were gray, and their antlers were elegant and finely formed. The hissing rose from the chariot they drew, one that was painted in bright colors and held two elves. 

"Greetings, my lady!" One of them called to Nessa and shouted a command. The deer obeyed and ceased their cantering. "And you, lady Vána. I trust you had no trouble during your journey here."

"We did not, sir. And thank you for bringing them." Nessa stood to the side and waited until they descended from the strange chariot that brought them here. 

"Do not go beyond the edge of the lake," the other elf warned them. "There is a hunt afoot and our kin may not see you until it is too late."

Nessa thanked them again and took her seat. Vána joined her and watched as she took the reins. The chariot was wide enough to carry two, and quite comfortably as well. There were cushions to sit on, and thick pelts if it grew too cold. Then Nessa cracked the reins. The deer snorted and eased into a slow trot. 

Vána could not help but feel giddy with anticipation. "What are they?" She cried. "And what is this? I have never seen a chariot quite like this before."

There was another crack of the reins. The deer broke into a gallop, and Vána squealed in delight. Trees flew by as the deer ran by them. The cool wind whipping at her hair and face felt invigorating and brought a rosy flush to her cheeks. 

"This is a sleigh," Nessa revealed, more than a little invigorated herself. She was now glad she approached the elves that lived in these woods and asked them to aid her in her scheme. "And those are reindeer. The elves that live in these parts are wild for them."

Reindeer and sleighs. Vána never imagined such a pairing being possible, but she was overjoyed all the same. She slipped her arm through Nessa's, content to admire the world around her as they raced through the forest. 

Tags: @asianbutnotjapanese @3dragonstar

#whimsy's christmas fics #twelve days of ficsmas #Vána #Nessa #Vána x Nessa #the valar #the ainur #the silm