#aegnor and andreth

[darklinaforever]

I would have loved to have more information on this tragic love story of Andreth & Aegnor !

They, but also Elrond & Celebrian would have deserved more material in Tolkien's writings !

These two relationships break my little heart !

#tolkien #andreth x aegnor #aegnor x andreth #andreth and aegnor #aegnor and andreth #andreth #aegnor #elrond #celebrian #elrond x celebrian #celebrian x elrond #elrond and celebrian #celebrian and elrond #celrond

[busymagpie]

I can’t even pretend it’s still kinktober... but here’s something that’s been requested a few times ;)

#Aegnor and Andreth #nastymagpie #aegnor #andreth #still can't use community tags on desktop 🤷‍♀️

[idratherdreamofjune]

Andreth & Aegnor, by 小事化无C on Weibo

#Aegnor and Andreth #fanart #The Silmarillion #queue with a tricorne hat

[silmawensgarden]

Aegnor in Valinor, remembrance of Andreth.

"Do moths pity candles? Or candles moths?"

Gave Aegnor a ring because I wish he'd have a good ending with Andreth but alas...luckily fanon exists :')

#aegnor #andreth saelind #tolkien #silmarillion #silm art #aegnor and andreth #silmawensgarden #arafinweans #elves

[tatyafinwe]

Andreth and Aegnor, in the style of Vermeer

(In universe backstory)

Both portraits were painted by Andreth; her self-portrait she gifted to Aegnor, and his portrait she kept for herself. In this way, they were never parted from each other until the end.

#andreth #aegnor #aegnor and andreth #silmarillion #tolkien #fanart

[zivalight]

In today’s edition of Pairing Sappy Love Songs with Tolkien characters, I imagine Aegnor sitting around in Mandos all day singing “The Flame” by Cheap Trick 🔥

……………………

Another night slowly closes in

And I feel so lonely

Touching heat freezing on my skin

I pretend you still hold me

I'm going crazy, I'm losing sleep

I'm in too far, I'm in way too deep over you

I can't believe you're gone

You were the first, you'll be the last

Wherever you go, I'll be with you

Whatever you want, I'll give it to you

Whenever you need someone

To lay your heart and head upon

Remember, after the fire, after all the rain

I will be the flame

I will be the flame

Watching shadows move across the wall

Feels so frightening

I wanna run to you, I wanna call

But I've been hit by lightning

Just can't stand up for fallin' apart

Can't see through this veil across my heart, over you

You'll always be the one

You were the first, you'll be the last

Wherever you go, I'll be with you

Whatever you want, I'll give it to you

Whenever you need someone

To lay your heart and head upon

Remember, after the fire, after all the rain

I will be the flame

I will be the flame

I'm going crazy, I'm losing sleep

I'm in too far, I'm in way too deep over you

You'll always be the one

You were the first, you'll be the last

Wherever you go, I'll be with you

Whatever you want, I'll give it to you

Whenever you need someone

To lay your heart and head upon

Remember, after the fire, after all the rain

I will be the flame

I will be the flame

Songwriters: Bob Mitchell / Nick Graham

#tolkien fanart #silmarillion #Aegnor and Andreth

[cartoon-aragorn]

need some fanfics about aegnor and andreth where they get together and she grows old and dies and it sucks can anybody recommend me

#please #silmarillion fanfiction #Silmarillion #Tolkien #tolkien fanfiction #aegnor and andreth #aegnor #andreth #aegnor x andreth

[matias-crtz-art]

Aegnor & Andreth.

You are no Beren, nor I Lúthien— our fates are sundered by the fathomless Sea.

#middle earth #tolkien elves #tolkien fanart #art #noldor #sillmarillion #silm art #the lord of the rings #tolkien art #tolkien legendarium #finrod #silm #silma #silmarillion #illustration #arda #tolkien #aegnor #aegnor x andreth #andreth

[mandhos]

#andreth saelind #aegnor #sillmarillion #tolkien

[sesamenom]

Gil-galad Variations, featuring all the gil galad theories i've encountered.

#silm #silmarillion #gil galad #gil galad son of plothole #<- best tag lol #personally i like the maglor theory #son of lalwen is probably my second favorite? #also that would make him the 16th known finwean grandkid #the aegnor/andreth peredhel variant is interesting #also i feel like when everyone meets him in valinor/the halls finrod would just look at aegnor like :/ #finrod: 'if you were just going to ignroe my whole speech you could have at least told me so i could get birthday gifts for the kid!' #the russingon one looks very much like nerdanel lol #both the maedhros ones' hair is *just* dark enough to not cause a diplomatic incident #the elured/elurin one is really funny #like. hes 0% noldor not even related to finwe at all. like. theyre descended from different cuvienen families. they literally are 0% relate #he was raised by cirdan who is also 0% noldor #but he is somehow a better king of the noldor than like 90% of the previous ones #even funnier if hes Just A Guy #did they accidentally switch the real finwean baby? did they just grab a random kid and go 'oh well close enough'? who knows? #i think princess-faelivrin has a FAQ about the leading version of fin-galad (gil galad being finduilas)

[nynevefromthelake]

One last spoiler and I will post the finished one tomorrow

#silmarilllion #silmarillion fanart #silm #tolkien #tolkien fanart #wip #aegnor #andreth #aegnor/andreth #aegnor x andreth

[rinthecap]

Andreth and Aegnor in Vietnamese traditional clothings

#the silmarillion #jrr tolkien #fanart #tolkien #lotr #elf #tolkien legendarium #aegnor x andreth #vietnamese traditional clothings #ao dai vietnam

[exercise-of-trust]

thought i heard a red-winged blackbird red-winged blackbird down my road he'll be in there singing his heart out he'll be telling me stories too of where he went to winter last year of how he's going back there too

#andreth #aegnor #tolkien fanart #silmarillion fanart #*through gritted teeth* if i do not do more backgrounds i will not get better at them. but they suck so bad!! #caption is red-winged blackbird by david francey but for bonus pain and suffering it can also be red-winged blackbird by judy collins #fly away you red-winged bird‚ leave behind the miner's wife // she'll dream about you when you're gone‚ she'll dream about you all her life #subcreation #whither you go may you find light

[warrioreowynofrohan]

#tolkien #the silmarillion #maedhros #fingon #maglor #celebrimbor #idril #andreth #aegnor #tumblr poll

[velvet4510]

Tolkien is admittedly pretty good at sparing his couples from permanent separation. Look at Frodo & Sam, Beren & Lúthien, Aragorn & Arwen, the many Elf pairings, the many human pairings, etc. They each get to spend eternity together, be it in Valinor for the Elves who are eventually re-embodied, or beyond Arda wherever mortals go after death.

But then there’s Aegnor, who will spend literally the entire duration of the world’s existence loving and mourning someone he only knew for a few comparatively short decades because his own lineage was a traitor to him, his lack of mortal ancestry preventing him from ever having the choice to be with her forever.

And also there’s Bilbo, who spent 80+ years loving and mourning someone who he only actually knew for 7 months, and who he must inevitably leave behind in the Halls of Mandos when he departs the circles of the world.

#lotr #jrr tolkien #lotr books #lord of the rings #tolkien legendarium #the hobbit #the silmarillion #tolkien couples #sam x frodo #aragorn x arwen #beren x luthien #samfro #bagginshield #aegnor x andreth

[camille-lachenille]

A flickering flame

She looks at the babe in her arms, blissfully asleep and unaware of the world he just entered. This little boy who shouldn’t be, her miracle and her curse.

Drained, she leans back against the pillows as the midwife cleans the room. It’s a sad place, to bring a child to life in, this rickety little cabin in the woods. And yet, it is the only way to keep her secret, to keep her son safe.

“Do you have a name for him?” the midwife asks quietly. It is not the first time she asks, and not the first time silence is her only answer.

No, she doesn’t have a name for her son, because she did not mean to have a son. Because, by any mean, he should not even exist.

Yet, exist he does, and his warm weight against her breast chases some of the pain and melancholy away. She presses a light kiss to his soft dark hair. His eyes are blue, for now, and she wonders if they will change to her own brown or stay as blue as his sire’s. She considered calling him his father, even if just in her heart, but the wound is still too fresh and the word stings at this gaping absence. He left her, alone with this tiny, flickering life; he does not desserves any other title than sire of her son. And yet…

And yet this is not her son, she muses, not entirely, for the life in him is brighter and stronger than it ought to be. This babe a mere hours old already has a keen gaze, his large eyes reflecting the light. She wonders if they will reflect the stars, if she brings him outside.

She does not have foresight, for this is a gift of the Eldar, but she knows her time with her son is limited. That she has to secret him away and rip yet another piece of her heart if she wants him to live. He does not belong to the green forests of Ladros and the villages scattered there. He is not destined to the simple life of the men of this land.

With a heavy sigh, she carefully lays her son next to her on the bed and asks the midwife for the paper and ink she packed with her own supplies. The letter is short and to the point, just cryptic enough that anyone unaware of her identity can’t understand the message. There is precious little wax in the cabin, but she sacrifices a bit of her candle to seal the letter before handing it to the midwife.

“Give this to the closest courrier you can find,” she says, an order despite her tired voice. The midwife nods and tucks the letter in her bag. She won’t speak, she knows.

***

The answer comes swifter than she expected, in the form of a tall, cloaked figure entering the cabin at night. She almost screams in fear, reaching for the knife on the bedside, before recognising the face half hidden by the hood. The bright eyes shine in the dim light of the lone candle.

“You called for me?” the figure asks, his voice melodious and fair. If she did not know the identity of her visitor, she could have mistaken his voice for another, beloved one, just for the faintest moment. But he is not him. She will never see him again and she thinks ‘good riddance’ even as her heart bleeds.

Mutely, she signals to the visitor to sit on the side of the bed, and places her son in his arms. “Take him to safety, my Lord,” she says. “Tell whatever lies you want about his origins but keep him safe with his kin.”

“But you are his kin, my friend,” he replies calmly, even as he rocks the babe in his arms. And what a picture it would be, to see this great Lord playing nursemaid, if the situation wasn’t so painful.

She shakes her head. “He may share my blood but not my soul; I can see it in his eyes. He belongs with you. Please, take him and tell no one the truth!” and she hates how her voice shakes, how she is reduced to beg to have her son taken away from her. But she cannot keep him, she knew that from the very moment she felt this little life growing within her.

Her visitor sighs softly in defeat, and even this sound is music. “Very well, my nephew has a young daughter and his wife is still nursing. They will be happy to call him their son.” And his words sound like a promise.

A knot loosens in her chest at the knowledge her son will be well cared for. “Thank you, my friend,” she whispers quietly. “But go now, before dawn comes. There is a basket with supplies for the babe on the table.”

The visitor raises, towering over the bed she has spent the last few weeks in, close to her son, and secures the still sleeping babe in a sling against his heart with the uttermost care. Yes, her son will be safe in these hands.

He is about to leave, basket in hand, when he pauses by the door and turns to look at her. “You never told me his name.” His voice is serious and his gaze piercing.

She looks back at him, calm and sure of herself for the first time since he entered the cabin. “Artanáro,” she says with a tight little thing of a smile. “For his life is bright as a flame.”

Her friend smiles faintly as he looks back and forth between her and the babe. “Artanáro. Yes, it suits him.”

#tolkien #the silmarillion #athrabeth finrod ah andreth #gil galad #gil galad son of plothole #finrod #andreth saelind #implied aegnor x andreth #silm fic #tolkien fic #my writing