#anaire's parents

[mxmia]

mother, mother, mother

Part of Finwëohíni | For @tolkienocweek day 3 - gaps and ghosts

Rating | Warnings: T | No Warnings Apply

Relationships: Mahtan's Wife/Mahtan & Nerdanel; Anairë's Parents & Anairë; Olwë/Olwë's Wife & Eärwen

Characters: Mahtan's Wife, Mahtan, Nerdanel, Fëanor, Anairë's Parents, Anairë, Turgon, Argon, Olwë's Wife, Olwë, Eärwen, Elmo, Finarfin.

Word Count: almost 4k

Minyalossë and Mahtan marry near the shore of Cuiviénen, say their vows to the Stars and pledge to love each other forever.

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Failiel holds her wife’s hand as Anairë marries Ñolofinwë.

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Cévael knows young love—she felt it once, she feels it even still.

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The mothers of Nerdanel, Anairë and Eärwen, and their stories.

Read on ao3!

#tolkienocweek #silmarillion #silm #mahtan #mahtan's wife #nerdanel #anaire #anaire's parents #olwe #olwe's wife #earwen #trans tolkien #tolkien oc #silm oc #oc: minyalosse #oc: amanye #oc: failiel #oc: cevael #mother mother mother #finwëohíni #my fic

[thesummerestsolstice]

My Headcanon Crafts for the House of Fingolfin:

Anaire: an architect. Very elegant in style; she designed a lot of Valinor's most beautiful classical guildhalls and ballrooms. She first met Fingolfin when she sought him out because she need a really nice stained glass window for one of her projects. She proposed to him by showing him a plan she'd made for their house.

Fingon: a glassworker like his dad! Unlike Fingolfin, instead of focusing on stained glass murals, he preferred more free form glassblowing and making sculptures. Other than some really flashy abstract stuff, his favorite works were little glass animals he liked to make for gifts. The first ones he made were two (slightly squished) doves for his parents.

Turgon: an architect. His designs were a lot more maximalist and fanciful, often based off of extremely beautiful and slightly surreal sketches. He designed basically everything in Gondolin, and the city was seen as the absolute peak of Noldor architecture, because everything there was legitimately awe-inspiring, from gravity-defying bridges to a minecart-based public transit system.

Aredhel: a hunter. But beyond that, she was well known for her incredible plants lore. From medicinal herbs to poison berries, she knew it all, and often made great use of it in the hunt. She often brought home fresh mushrooms and wild vegetables along with her latest kills for family dinners. She could also make a mean spiced rabbit.

Argon: an animal healer. He's a caring, gentle soul by nature, even if he's a bit excitable, and he's very good at getting animals to calm down. He always liked working with them, and decided that helping them was what he wanted to dedicate his life to. He'd often come home from the woods as a kid with an injured bird or rabbit and big pleading eyes.

Bonus! But sadder this time. Fingolfin left his little glass dove with Fingon before he went off to challenge Morgoth. It eventually ended up in Galadriel's hands because she was one of Fingon's only surviving relatives, and ended up inheriting a lot of his things. She gave it to Finarfin so he could take it back to Valinor and return it to Anaire. The doves were reunited. Eventually, so were their owners.

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

#silmarillion #silm headcanons #house of finwe #house of fingolfin #noldor #noldor crafts #fingolfin #anaire #fingon #turgon #aredhel #argon #galadriel #finarfin #gondolin #Turgon voice *would you like to hear about efficient and accessible mass transit?* #I need to post more about Turgon ppl are so mean to him he deserves to be a silly little guy more

[lendmyboyfriendahand]

Modern AU kidnap family

Maedhros and Maglor are high up in the mob. They kidnap Elrond and Elros for leverage over Earendil and Elwing.

Elwing leaves town and cuts off contact before she can hear exactly what she's being extorted into.

Maedhros and Maglor aren't going to actually abuse the boys if they can't give orders to the parents - that would just be cruelty for it's own sake.

But they sign Elrond and Elros up gymnastics and children's karate. Every time the boys fall during practice, Maedhros takes pictures so "we can track how well you're healing, in case you need a doctor". He posts the pics online tagged only "my kids are so clumsy", faces carefully cropped out so the police algorithms won't spot them. The message history of that account is obviously him though, if anyone knows about Maedhros's mob position. He links the photos on any message boards Elwing might be reading.

Maedhros sends links to the whole forum to Earendil's email as well from a burner account, so Earendil will have to wade through dozens of irrelevant pages while getting more and desperate for word of the twins. (Maglor got Earendil's email from the family group emails that Anaire still sends out for everyone's birthdays.)

Maybe if Earendil thinks his sons are being abused, he'll actually be motivated to take up his part in the family business, if only to save them.

#kidnap dads #silmarillion #silm #my fic #child abuse cw #I mean Elrond and Elros just think they have been encouraged in cool athletic hobbies #and Maedhros and Maglor do actually get them proper treatment #but the point is for Earendil and Elwing to there's abuse #while Maedhros and Maglor can still show the boys off as safe and happy to anyone close to them

[kitcat22]

Another Au thats been rattling around my head is a time travel Au where Turgon and the Lords of Gondolin wake up in the years of the trees

Turgon wakes up in his parents house in Tirion to the sound of birds tweeting outside his window.

Like most of his mornings his first moments of waking are blissfully pleasant … until reality comes crashing down on him. This time around the reality of his existence is even worse than before

He remembers watching as morgoths armies marched towards his city. He remembers the battles on the walls and in the streets and before his own tower. He remembers the death of his lords, his friends, and he remembers his own death too. He remembers of every piece of advice he ignored and every quiet warning from his daughter and the sounds of his people screaming, men,women and children all

And Turgon weeps

It takes a little while of crying his eyes out before it occurs to him that the halls of Mandos look an awful lot like his room at his parents house in tirion.

Confused, he wonders down the stairs through the familiar hallways and into the dining room where his father sits eating breakfast

Cue more confused crying

Nolofinwe is equally bewildered and very worried why Turukano is uncontrollably sobbing into his arms. He calls Anaire into the room but she is just as helpless as him

During this breakdown Turgon has his realisation that he’s in pre darking valinor comes to understand that either he’s been sent back in time ore the last few hundred years for him have been some strange dream. It occurs to him that if his parents are whole and well in front of him Elenwe must be alive too

Hearing his son mumble Elenwe’s name causes Nolofinwe to write a letter to Elenwe asking if everythings all right and if she could please return to tirion as something is very wrong with her husband.

Anaire tucks Turgon back into bed and sits beside him keeping watch.

Elenwe who is at an academic conference in Taniquetil while also visiting family, wakes up with memories up until falling through the ice.

She never reads her father in laws letter as she’s already madly dashing towards tirion.

When she arrives she and Turgon spend a long time cuddling and crying

Nolofinwe and Anaire, and by this point Findekano and Irrise, still have no clue whats going on

Elenwe and Turgon in the privacy of Turgons room tell each other what they remember

Elenwe is horrified and grieved to hear of all that happened after her death.

She longs for her brave,sensible daughter who grew up without her. Her daughter who has not even been conceived yet . She wishes she could have met her son in law who her husband speaks of with trust fondness, admiration and regret. She wonders about her apparently half elven grandson who Turgon speaks of as a sweet energetic child who loved sweets and games and staying up past his bedtime. She listens in horror at the tale of what fate befell the noldor upon reahcing beleriand.

Turgon realises with a panic that he doesnt know what happened to Maeglin. He desperately hopes he managed to escape. His nephew is to young to die , too young and full of promise. If Maeglin is dead then Turgon is responsible for the death of Aredhels son and that is not something that he can live with.

Neither of them can allow this dark future to become reality again

They realise that this is too difficult and unbelievable to explain to Turgons family so they promise them that they’ll explain everything eventually

No matter what it takes they will end the doom of the Noldor before it even begins

To be continued…

#silmarillion #the silm #the silmarillion #turgon #elenwe #fingolfin #anaire #time travel au #fall of gondolin #lords of gondolin #Lords of Gondolin time travel au

[arafinweanappreciation]

Can you tell me something about Finrod and Amarie's relationship? Like lore or headcannons.

Okay, first off, this sounds like i'm being asked for a bedtime story and i LOVE that.

anyway

as for canonical lore, we know next to nothing very little about Amarie. Things we know about her include:

her name, which may be from the elements for "good" or "home"

she was a lady of the vanyar

she did not go into exile--- in some versions, because she was not permitted (though we don't know for sure who was doing the forbidding afaik)

Things we know about her relationship with Finrod:

they were in love but not married

they were reunited after finrod's re-embodiment

galadriel didn't seem to know about it

That's it. But the fact that she's named in the silm means there's as much or more info on her in there than on some of the finweans (Argon, Findis, Lalwen) which i take to mean that her and Finrod's story is Important in understanding Finrod overall.

I, personally, have a somewhat elaborate and ever-shifting set of headcanons about them. this is the current iteration:

Amarie and Elenwe are related to each other. Some degree of cousins, probably. They are also very good friends.

Amarie is an artist who is renowned for her murals, in particular. At some point she's commissioned to paint something in Taniquetil and meets Ingwe, who strikes up a conversation because he's just kind of a friendly guy in general.

Ingwe decides that he likes her

Fast forward to Elenwe and Turgon's wedding. Amarie is there. Finrod is there. Ingwe is also there.

Ingwe spots Amarie and chats with her for a while before going "Have you met my great-nephew??? You should meet him. I think you'd like him." and then dragging her along to find Finrod.

They hit it off and start meeting up to wander around Aman (yes I'm aware of the Nerdanel and Feanor parallel) because Finrod likes exploring and Amarie finds all kinds of interesting scenes and landscapes to draw

Cue slow-burn mutual pining friends to lovers that lasts several centuries because elves

Unfortunately, by the time they get around to admitting how they feel about each other, the Noldor are in upheaval and mistrust between the Vanyar and the Noldor is at an all-time high. If the public found out that a Noldorin prince (even an Arafinwean) was in a relationship with a Vanyarin woman, there would be chaos, especially among the Noldor

They decide to get engaged with a small number of witnesses (I lean towards thinking that it's their parents plus Elenwe and Turgon), even though it could be literal centuries until a wedding wouldn't cause rioting in the streets. they tell no one else.

Soon after, the Darkening of Valinor occurs, and Finrod is faced with a choice

He talks to Amarie, and she essentially gives him permission to go on without her. I go back and forth on what "not permitted to go" means. I generally think it could be that her people would not allow her, that the Noldor would not allow one of the Vanyar who was not already married into the Noldor to go with them, or some combination of both.

Finrod promises to return for her as soon as possible, hoping that things will calm down once the Noldor have made it Middle Earth

That doesn't happen

Choosing to cross the Helcaraxe basically tears him apart, but at this point, his people need him and he will not abandon them, even for Amarie.

Back in Aman, Amarie is having to deal with the fallout of the Noldor leaving. She's essentially in mourning, having been told about the Doom of Mandos. She's definitely angry at Finrod for crossing anyway, but also ultimately understands that this is something that he must do, and he wouldn't be the person she loves if it wasn't.

She spends some time in Tirion, where there are more people who understand what she's going through. I like to think she becomes very close with Anaire, Finarfin, and Earwen during this period.

After everything that's happened, it's very difficult for Finrod to talk about, thus why Galadriel doesn't know. I think maybe he would tell Beor about it, but very few other people.

They do end up getting married after Finrod is reembodied (I generally think it happened sometime before the War of Wrath)

I would say they lived happily ever after but that can never be true for anyone who lived through the First Age (looming shadow of things lost, etc.). However, they do manage to be happy, even if there is grief and pain still there.

The end (for now, because elves)

#thanks for the ask! #silm #silmarillion #finrod #finrod felagund #amarie #finrod and amarie

[doodle-pops]

Flower Shower

Fingon x reader

Kinktober 2022: Sex Pollen

A/N: Not like the song Flower Shower by Hyuna was the inspiration behind the title and not like I was listening to it non-stop. There has been a lack of Fingon smut and content and I don't approve, so here's something to change that.

Warnings: fembod, dub-con (in a way it is dub-con because of sex pollen), sex pollen, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, creampies, overstimulation, manhandling

Word Count: 6.7k

Synopsis: Picnics were the best way to spend a warm, sunny day together and definitely not sneaking into a forbidden garden to snoop.

Being tugged by eager hands into the vastly colourful fields of Yavanna that bore fruits and plants of all different varieties, you couldn’t help but stumble over your feet as your eyes paused to take in the beauty. Fingon’s hurried footstep never ceased in the direction he was taking you since he was more ecstatic to show you the beauty of the Valar’s garden. You had lived all your life in Valimar and only ever stepped out to visit him in Tirion as you two were courting. Your parents were extremely strict and never allowed you anywhere without chaperones, so this was a first and an overly thrilling adventure. You weren’t sure how Fingon got your chaperones convinced to leave you alone for a day, but he did, and now here you were, walking through fields of orchids and peaches and roses.

A basket was in the prince’s hand while the other was busy tugging your limp one and his eyes were scoping the area for the best spot for a picnic. He wanted to grant you the best view of the Valar’s garden as well as stay out of Laurelin’s bright light as it shone at its highest hours. Noticing your grip in his hand slipping, Fingon craned his neck around to see what it was that had captured your attention so greatly. He couldn’t help but grin when he noticed your eyes falling on the grand golden gates of the west portion of the garden, covered in vines and orchids. Behind the gates, no one knew what lay there. Some spoke about newly developing plants being created and stored there and others claimed that secret plants the Valar refused to share with the people lay behind the gates. Either way, today was the day that you both would discover for yourselves.

“I see you’ve found the Mystery Garden of Yavanna.” He voiced enthusiastically as his grip on your hand tightened.

“I’ve heard so much about it, but no one knows what dwells within. Do you know Findekáno?” you asked inquisitively as your gaze remained locked on the gates.

You were never one for adventures or anything risky for a matter, but the moment you met Fingon, all the safety measures and voice of reason got thrown out the window. You were committing all the crazy adventures with the lively prince and had the worse time explaining to your parents the reason for your messy condition upon return. It did cause a problem in your relationship because, at one point, your parents thought it best for you to break things off with the prince because he was tainting your lady-like image and reducing it to a wild maiden, however, Prince Fingolfin and the Lady Anaire were able to convince your parents otherwise. Unfortunately, it didn’t stop Fingon from taking the opportunity to take you on even greater adventures, ignoring your parents because, in his opinion, they were too ‘proper with any sense of fun’.

“I may be adventurous, but I’ve never seen what dwells behind…however it doesn’t stop us from finding out.” He grinned as he walked towards the gate.

Fearing for your life because you didn’t want to anger the Valar, you tugged Fingon back to your side, “Wait no, are you crazy, we could get into trouble for this!”

“As have all the other activities we’ve indulged in,” he counterreplies with a boisterous smile.

“Well yes but this is a different type of trouble Findekáno. This is the Valar type of trouble I mean.” You warned. As much as you despised that upbringing your parents gave, you still had your respects for the Valar and refused to anger them. Your parents would definitely call your courtship off with the young prince.

The longer Fingon stared at you, he noticed the worry swirling in your eyes. He never liked putting you into frightful situations since it would make him appear as a dick, the last name he would have anyone associate him with. Switching his gaze between you and the gate, he really wanted to learn about what dwelt on the other side as you brought it to his interest, and it was bugging him to leave without investigating. With a bite of his lips, Fingon cast his head downwards and sighed in disappointment.

“Fine then, I’ll just return alone when you're not around so you wouldn’t have to worry. Come on now.” His voice was deflated as he spoke, and it was as if all the light on his face had vanished.

Staring at the diminishing of his exuberant aura, you opened your mouth to respond, but your words were cut off when he gave your hand a gentle tug to lead you down the previous path you were once on. You hadn’t thought that he would be this saddened by not getting his way for illegal activity. At the same time, it saddened you to watch as his joyous mood returned to a simpleton quiet. Fingon’s shoulders were no longer sharp, his clothes no longer hugged his body nor did his hair fall graceful as he walked. Everything appeared boring and dull and lifeless. He was affected by being unable to trek into the gardens.

He spoke no words the entire time he guided you through the rest of the garden and came to an oak tree on a gentle hill. The hill gave a wonderful aerial view. You were able to see the orchid and peach trees to your left, the field of flowers to your right and the giant lake that seemed to stretch for miles before you both. Laurelin’s golden rays bounced off the surface and made the lake appear as if there were a million diamonds swimming around. Your view was truly breathtaking as the visual of colours slapped your face in awe and wonder and left you gaping. Fingon standing beside you could not help but chuckle as he took in your look of disbelief.

Laying out everything on the blanket, you and Fingon had found yourselves engaging in a round of humorous conversations about how he and his siblings had pranked his younger brother Turgon. Throwing your head back and landing on the blanket, you let out a peal of laughter when he described how his brother had taken a trip down the staircase believing that he had dodged the tripwire. He was an excellent storyteller and a dramatic one as well. His expressions when replaying a scene always made you feel as though you were right there living the moment. His hand and body movements or the way he would spring into action with mirth in his eyes could not help but made you realize just how lucky you were to be with him. Everything he did was to truly make you happy even if it caused him discomfort.

“And then, he attempted to chase us down the hallway almost running into – ”

“ – Are you happy Findekáno?” you asked, cutting him off mid-dramatics.

“Why yes. Why would you ask such a question?” he responded as he sat back down on his hunches. A cute, puzzled look adorning his face.

“Well…you seemed pretty upset by not being able to venture pass the gates after I said to not go.” You replied gloomily.

“Oh,” Fingon had moved to stretch his legs out to touch yours as he sat opposite your half-lying position, “it’s nothing to be worried about like I said, I’ll just return some other time alone so you wouldn’t have to get into trouble.”

“But you would be in trouble and then our courtship would get called off because my parents wouldn't want me to court someone who angers the Valar. You know this.” You responded.

Gazing at you for a moment, he was going over your words because they made a lot of sense, you were right. He didn’t want to jeopardize the success of your relationship, especially after his first warning, but this was Fingon. He could not be swayed easily once his heart was set on it, “You know, I’m awfully stealthy, no one would notice my entry.”

“They’re the Valar Findekáno, they can see all. Plus, I’ll go with you, I can’t let you have all the fun by yourself now.” There went the adrenaline rush that you were so fearful of being released.

Gawking at you, Fingon did not hesitate to snort at your enthusiasm, “Arimelda, the whole point of being stealthy is to not get caught, you are far from that and plus you’d just trip on your dress and put a tear in it. What would your parents say?”

“Oh, so you think that I cannot be stealthy?” cutting you off, Fingon nodded at your words with an ‘obvious’ look on his face, “remember you took me hunting in a dress and we caught a deer together? Isn’t that stealth?”

Opening his mouth to reply, he closed it and ended up flapping his lips like fish as he thought of a proper response to combat your witty remark. He knew you were right but as you had commented earlier, they were the Valar who could see all.

“Didn’t you say earlier that they could see all, what makes you think they wouldn’t see you coming?” finally in response to make you question your words or so he thought.

“Then that should prevent you from venturing into the Mystery Gardens, furthermore, if you’re getting into trouble then count me in, we could share the blame. Through the ups and downs, good times and the bad.”

“We’re saying our vows already? I should have brought our rings,” he exclaimed searching his body as if he brought a ring.

Wheezing at his antics, you watched in amusement as he plucked strands of grass and fashioned a ring. When he was finished, he reached over for your right hand and slipped it onto your index finger with a kiss on your knuckles when finished. Pulling back slightly, he gazed over your features while going over your words. He didn’t want to risk your courtship with him, but his adventurous side was beaconing to him to take the chance. Whether he did it alone or welcomed you on the trip, getting caught was bound to happen.

“Are sure about this?” he quizzed one last time.

“Positive.” You replied.

And with that, Fingon removed himself from your space and moved to stand, redressing his boots and robes on him before stretching a hand out for you to take. Complying without hesitating, you rose from your seat and trudged alongside your raven-haired lover, leaving all your materials on the hill under the oak tree, to venture into the unknown. Taking the same route, both you and Fingon were whispering and giggling to each other about what unknown possibilities were lying behind the golden gates that Yavanna would not want outsiders to not have contact with. Thoughts about great magical trees only gifted to the Valar were the one conclusion you both agreed on.

The trip was a lot shorter than you remember as you now stood before the gates. It was Fingon who released your hand and stepped forward to push the gate and see if it would budge or not. Surprisingly, it did open despite being placed to prevent outsiders from getting in and the splendid greenery your eyes fell on was a sight to behold. Thick vines were crawling up every tree that existed, seemingly choking and sucking the life out of the plants. The poor plants appeared as if they could not breathe as you walked through, observing the aisles of unknown species. Everywhere was green with only a few colours present from the visible flowers in bloom and it was safe to say that the ground was spared the overrunning of the vines, thus you had no need to trip.

Your walk was filled with silence as you both were too caught up in the presence of the flora and fauna to speak. No questions were asked, only soft breathing and light footsteps. Your hands were linked with one another as you crossed little streams of water pooling through the garden and providing life to the plants. Above, there was light since the trees formed no canopy, so you were able to see your foot placements and avoid tripping. The only things you were hoping to not encounter were any bugs or snakes or even spiders. They were not on your list of expectations, and you didn’t require them to be cut short.

Walking for another ten minutes, you and Fingon were coming to the end of the lane when you both began to smell a sweet citrus scent. It was suffocating your lungs as the scent came from everywhere. Neither of you could pinpoint the direction of scent as it grew unbearable and waffled through the air with grace. Along with the scent, minuscule grains of pollen floated with the wind and scattered about the garden, even falling unknowingly upon you two.

“I think that’s our cue to leave.” He coughed as his sleeve rose to his nose.

Nodding your head, you both turned yourself around and retreated in the same direction you entered, coughing and sneezing along the way from the inhalation of the pollen. The air on the way out became just as thick as the air at the end of the lane and this time, the flowers that were closed and you hadn’t realized were flowers, opened themselves and sprayed their fragrance onto both you and Fingon upon departure. You were beyond terrified not knowing if the flowers and fragrance were deadly or poisonous. Thought of dying like those elves who made the journey crossed your mind. You didn’t want to leave this world.

Beside you, Fingon stood with his hands on his knees gasping for breath and sounding like a suffocating person. His face was reddened, and his eyes were widened from the fear of being caught if that was the purpose of the scent. Taking glances at you through his peripheral vision, he noticed your panicked state with water in your eyes and rushed to comfort you.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry, don’t cry. Everything’s fine, everything is absolutely fine.” He breathed into your hair as he cradled your body.

But nothing was fine.

Petting your hair while swaying with you from side to side, Fingon was able to stop the tears from flowing by showing you that he was alright and that he wasn’t afraid. Being wrapped up in each other’s embrace was the best and the worst situation either of you could be in. The pollen grains trapped in the pores of your clothing were breathed in with every intake of breath as you nuzzled into his chest, while Fingon inhaled through those that were trapped in your hair. Neither of you could explain the series of events that took place until everything was over.

Your breathing was the first to heighten, followed by an increase in heart rate. Sweat slowly began to fuse from every pore in your body driving you to feel overly warm, however, you felt confused because you wanted to escape Fingon’s arms and your clothes, yet you wanted to remain in his embrace. His touch was soothing, and it cooled the burning. You could not help but nuzzle further into his embrace while tightening your grip around his waist, sighing is absolute bliss. His scent, his body, his presence, everything felt right at that moment.

On the other hand, Fingon felt as if he was on fire, given that he got more hits with the pollen than you, and wanted to rip his clothes off. His brain could not function properly and decide on what he should do; continue consoling you, strip himself naked, or keep himself in your embrace. His own heart rate was pumping out of his chest, and he could have sworn he felt it being in his throat and stomach. It caused the grip on your body to become constricting as his arousal grew painfully with a burning desire to be put out. Between you two, his breathing was a lot more erratic and noticeable which urged you to lift your head and look at his flushed face. His pupils were dilated, and his lips were swollen with desire; they beckoned to you, and you were going to oblige.

Not even bothering to gaze at him, you leaned in to capture his lips in messy disarray. Bumping nose against each other, teeth knocked and grazed over tongues but you two were too caught up in the pleasure being received to pay attention. His mouth was quick to break away from your lips and leave hurried open-mouth kisses along your neck, dragging his tongue to taste your sweet nectarine skin. He moaned with every swipe of his tongue against your skin and grounded his hips into yours for relief. Your hands that were encircling his waist dropped lower to cup his ass, digging into his flesh and pressing him into your hips for more pleasure.

Fingon’s lips moved across your skin with hungry desires, he wanted to devour your body and claim it as his. On hand from your waist travelled upwards to grip your hair and tug your head backwards to give him more room to traverse your skin. He wasn’t fond of having your skin hidden from him which led to his other hand is busy with tugging at your dress ties to remove your obtrusive garment, and when he was finding it difficult to untie the laces, he pulled away from your skin to glare. His nostrils had flared as he cast you a dangerous eye – he was displeased with your dress. Dragging his hands from your hair and back, he brought them to your front and shredded your dress in one go. Your precious sky blue and white dress was in tatters on the ground, and you weren’t even displeased.

“Hmph,” Fingon’s hands reached for the waistband of your underwear and repeated the same thing with your dress – torn to pieces.

Wasting no time, a hand stretched out to press against your chest, loving the erratic heartbeat for him, and pushed you to lean against the bark of the peach tree. It was uncomfortable, but given the predicament, either of you was in, the discomfort was the least of your worries. All that mattered was your lover getting on his knees before you and yanking your hips outwards so he could bury his face in your cunt. Breathing in your scent, his nose bumped against your clit and prompted you to cry out. Fingon took it as a sign to proceed and easily, with grace and poise, he lifted your lower body off the ground and rested the crook of your knees on his shoulder while maintaining a grip on your thighs, and spreading you open. You fought for your balance as your back was pressed against the rough bark and your hands struggled to grip the sides to keep yourself upright.

At the parting of your legs, Fingon wasted no time admiring your cunt and chose to dive in face first, smearing your release across his cheeks and chin as his lips attacked. His hot tongue made rapid motions, running through your folds from your entrance to clit and then taking the tiny nub between his lips to give a firm suck. Shaking his head with your nub between his lips drove you insane and forced you to release whiney sighs that made your voice sound broken. But to Fingon, they were all he required to continue and become relentless with his actions. Tightening his grip on your thighs until bruises were formed, his tongue rolled and nipped at your nub before giving it a few harsh tugs and then travelled south. His tongue lavished at your entrance and sometimes slipped past it to brush further south.

You wanted to reach out and touch some part of him, his face or his hair, but that action proved to be difficult upon your first and last attempt. Trying to balance your weight on your left hand, you shifted your body to stretch your right hand out to grip his head, but the action nearly made you topple over had it not been for the vice grip Fingon had on your thighs. Growling at the break of concentration, Fingon's mouth shifted from your heat to bite at the insides of your thigh as a warning to behave before returning to his task at hand. Your head was floating above the clouds to fully comprehend how was the prince so good at pleasuring you. Had you been in your rightest mind, the question would have slipped out, but currently, all you were concerned about is how good he pleasured you.

His tongue made quick and turbulent motions as it dipped into your heat, thrusting in and out to collect every once of nectar he could muster. You were unbearably delicious and had he known this from the start, he would have devoured you instead of the long wait. The light tickles of his hair on the insides of your thighs added to the heightened pleasure you were already experiencing and prompted you to release mewl after mewl, and cries of his name. The way his name fell off your tongue had his cock straining in his pants, and he couldn’t take the wait anymore. Removing himself from your cunt, not before planting one last lick to your heat, he settled you down on the ground while he stood towering over you, scrambling to remove his attire. The many layers he had worn today had proven to be a sign of irritation because golden buttons went flying through the air as he tugged his garments off.

His movements were just as aggressive as his ragged breathing. You couldn’t help but stretch your hands out to assist, wanting nothing more than to feel his skin upon yours. Stripping him of his attire, Fingon threw himself back onto his knees to capture your lips in a languid kiss while both your hands undressed him. Clumsily, he yanked his tunic and shirt off earning a tear from one of the items before his hands travelled to your face. He left the removal of his pants as your job, as of now, he wanted to have your lips once again. The burning desire to consume you through and through built within his chest like a violent storm; ready to crash and destroy all it consumed.

His mouth on yours slowly locked and intertwined, drawing out sighs and groans from your throat. A musical masterpiece that his ear would never forget. Swiping his tongue on your lower lip, he pried it open and slipped in to meet your tongue in a teasing dance. His hands had risen to roam your body, squeezing and groping every inch of skin he found delectable. Somewhere in between reality and being lost in heaven, Fingon let loose a breathy moan when your fingers brushed the tip of his cock. The kiss was broken so he could look down at where your fingers were busy swiping the head of his cock and using his precum to pump his length. His pants were only resting mid-thigh his erection stood proud and tall with your hands wrapped around him and giving him shallow pumps, not enough to sedate his hunger.

Reaching down to snatch your hands off him, with his other hand, he spun you around and pushed you the lie on your stomach in the grass as he made quick work to remove the rest of his boots and pants. Panting like you were in heat, his body soon joined yours and laid perfectly atop yours with his cock resting against your heat.

“I’ve been waiting for this for such a long time.” He spoke with an inhumane volume of lust in his voice. Deepened and dropped his baritone voice echoed in your ear and sent shivers down your spine.

Your panting paused when you felt the head wiggling against your entrance, slowly pushing past the first ring of muscles. There was fire and pain, but a sight mix of pleasure as he slowly slid deeper and deeper with every growing second. His groans were strained as your cunt suffocated him and your heat was unbearably welcoming. A hand rested near your head and the other latched onto your hips and formed indentations of his elegant fingers. Biting his lips, he was drawing blood from the impatience he felt as he waited for your walls to relax around him and stop fluttering. His patience was running thin, and you were constantly whining and whimpering at the impressiveness of his sheer size – he stretched you out exquisitely.

“P-Please F-Finno, please m-move.” You whimpered into the grass.

Your nails were clawing into the dirt from the first delirious drag of his cock, and it made your head spin and become light. You know you felt when his hips slapped against yours upon the return, but your brain was dead for the high levels of intoxicated pleasure you felt from the joining. Your head was swimming in ecstasy with no sense of direction or comprehension. Every sound you made; you weren’t sure if it was a proper sound, but you weren’t concerned with how pathetic you were sounding right then. Your fire was being quelched by the cool, erratic touches of your lover’s cock being driven into you with immense force.

Fingon was so sinfully wicked with his thrusts, they burned and cooled your insides like ice. His hands skillfully contorted your both to his liking, arching your spine in the foulest positions for his taking and liking. He wanted you to fall apart under his touch, or maybe that was just the sex pollen acting. Either way, every touch of his was calculative and manipulative so your body would become familiar with his. The way his hips would snap perfectly against yours as if he was moulding his body into yours or moulding your body to fit him, he was wicked. The beloved and charming persona of the prince was a demon underneath his perfect princely display. Every word that fell off his lips was torture, sweet sinful torture to your body – it racked shivers through your entire frame and made the coil in your body tighten.

He could feel it, the pressure building up around his cock already from the first few thrusts, and he used it to his advantage. The calculated and expert roll of his hips would aim directly at your soft spot to get you creaming all over his cock and in hopes of cumming soon. Grazing past your gummy walls and moulding it to shape for his cock alone to be welcomed made your cunt desirous with every stroke. The hand in resting in the grass beside your head would travel across to brush some of your hair out the way so his lips would kiss itself against your skin, tasting the sweet nectarines and crisp heavenly waters from above. All his sounds echoed in your eardrum as his mouth hover dangerously close by, groaning and grunting.

Fingon knew exactly what he was doing to you, exactly what he wanted to do to you despite the intoxication of the sex pollen, his Royal Highness wanted you to conform under his touch, beg and cry out in pleasure. He got that through the movements of your nails clawing at the dirt and the other digging into his nape for support. Every sound he ripped from your throat, echoed in the distance to alert anyone and every one of your heated session. The pit-pat of his balls slapping against your heat and tickling your clit, crossed your eyes back into your head and made it bowed into the grass. Not pleased, he lifted himself off your body leaving little room and arched your neck upwards so he could see the mess he was making you as your walls convulsed around him. You folded into his touched and screamed his name when your heat caved in and creamed, finally creaming his cock just as he wished.

A dirty laugh escaped his throat as he was far from finished with you. Fingon’s grip on your body as you doubled over in ecstasy never ceased nor eased, it only intensified when he felt his own release coming about. The tightness of your grip on his cock – figuratively and literally – as he fought to make passage before his own hips spasmed was a death trap. Was it the pollen increasing your bodily factors or was it just you? Fingon had no time to question or think, all he wanted was to bury himself deep within and go another few rounds until his body gave away.

The brushing of his thick, long, raven curls showered you like a curtain and blocked out the rest of the world from your intense fucking. It cascaded like a waterfall of black ice; however, it was warm and inviting. You could feel the flexing of his muscles as his hips jerked and twitched signalling his high had come at last, and it consumed your smaller body in euphoria. Your back bowed and curled into his chest with every slow thrust of his hips pushing his marking deeper and deeper until it seeped into your womb. With a final grunt, he still his hips to exhale a deep resonating sigh. Nuzzling his face into your neck kisses were left and they trailed all the way up until he littered your jaw with soft bites. Doing everything in his power to save your lips for last, it was short-lived when your head turned to capture his.

“Humph,” his experienced tongue rolled around your mouth licking every sigh as his hips shifted once again to begin his mission – he was far from finished.

He kept you pinned into the grass as the pat pat of his balls slapping against your cunt did everything to send you into hyperactivity. Your poor, overused and drenched cunt was taking him whole once again, accepting his entire length and girth and blanketing it as it nestled against your womb for such a short space before saying goodbye momentarily. The dark, devilish chuckles say everything as his eyes gazed into your glossy, far-distance and starry eyes – it felt into one ear and racked goosebumps through your body. Little glittery tears, filled with stardust trickled from the corners and stained your flushed cheeks and it was a masterpiece in Fingon’s eyes – the only time he’d ever accept tears.

Silent moans left your lips as he did nothing less than fuck you into submission so your body would understand that it was he who would give you your pleasure. Tugging your face upwards to continue staring, he bent his head down to rest his forehead against yours, marvelling at your doe-eyes. He had already cum once, he was ready to cum again with that look and continue.

“So. Fucking. Perfect.” He grunted between each forceful thrust. His head, like yours, couldn’t help but float above the clouds as he continued to gaze deep within starry eyes.

His cock makes you convulse but it makes you crave his touch more and more; his plan was a succession. He wanted you to crave him, crave his touch, his scent, his body and presence, his cock and his voice. It makes your brain delirious and drunk, but it also makes you leave cream rings pooling around his cock as your gush all over him. And so, his name tumbled from your lips, chanting a song of wizardry to ensnare its victim and lure them in, bind them into your grasp and keep them there, under your lock and key. If Fingon thought, it was he who was manipulating your body under his touch, he was wrong, it was you all along.

You kept him coming for more, making you both tumble and roll around the grass, spending hours giving your all to each other. Cascading into a kaleidoscope of euphoria, never-ending and bottomless. Hands and mouth eagerly sampling all the other had to offer, drinking all the essence and still wanting more – greedy, the both of you were. Your energies were matched, no one chose to tire until one craved in first – stubborn. He fills you up until you could take no more, rings of cream coated his cock, while they painted your cunt, and he was pleased with his work. He gives you all that he could muster until he could produce no more before collapsing beside you, and in response, your body followed relatively into a deep slumber.

When you awoke, Laurelin was fading into Telperion as his silvery light echoed from behind the hills and over the forest. He was approaching his peak hours to glow at his brightest and to your right laid a naked Fingon with his mouth half-open and light snores escaping. Telperion’s slivery glow cast itself over Fingon’s raven hair and gave him a blinding aura, enhancing the already bubbly personality he expressed. You were still lying naked with his left arm slung over your back and his left leg resting across yours. Staring at his nudity, the blush that covered your cheeks as the images replayed in your mind made you chuckle nervously. Your parents were definitely going to break you up and kill him. To you, it was the least expected adventure you would have ever dreamed about going on, but it was enjoyable. You did something fun before living your last.

Rolling over onto your back and out of his grasp to sit up, your actions caused him to awake groggily. Those sleepy sapphire blue eyes pierced into yours with a boyish look adorning his face. He was beyond cute when he was sleepy.

“Hello.” He croaked. His body shifted to get up from where he lay but immediately flopped as he felt a stroke of pain in his thigh. Choosing to roll over instead, he now laid on his right side, facing you with a floppy smile on his face.

“What’s so funny?” you inquired.

Shrugging, Fingon simply shook his head as he continued to stare. Must be the side effects of the fragrance you got hit with, or so you thought. Shifting closer to his body, you moved to lie next to him, curling your smaller frame into his larger one and snuggling his chest. Small patterns were traced into your back as you both lay in silence. You could hear the soft chirping of some birds in the distance and nearby – larks, magpies and other songbirds. They were singing about the day being over and the night falling. You had to return to your chaperones before sundown otherwise you had to answer to your parents.

“Finno, my parents are going to get a kick out of this when they learn. What are we doing to do?” you whispered frightfully.

From the corner of his eyes, before he could respond, a movement from his left caught his eyes and out of the shadows of the trees stood Yavanna clad in her greens. Tall she stood with a playful smirk upon her lips and concern upon her brows as she gazed at your intertwined bodies before her Mystery Garden. She knew exactly what had transpired as the scent of her pollens was still strong on either of you. Casting Fingon a cocked brow waiting for you both to acknowledge her presence, she stood beside the peach tree as he scrambled to sit up pulling you along with him.

You couldn’t help but groan as he tugged you upright from all the incessant pounding he gave your body earlier. He was relentless and gave you no chance to catch your breath, no wonder why your bones and muscles ached like someone gave you the body beating of a lifetime.

“Dear, uh, I think we’re in…trouble?” Fingon spoke sheepishly as he cowered under Yavanna’s smirk.

Widening your eyes and swerving your head around to meet the person behind you both, you froze with a gasp. Casting your eyes elsewhere and ashamed of being caught by the Lady herself, you knew you were probably going to be skinned alive by your parents as well.

“Fear not young ones, I bring you no harm nor do I bore you ill news. It would seem that you have stumbled upon my flowers and became…ensnared,” she spoke with a light melody in her voice even though you lightly teased you both, “My creation worked, though I do not believe it is still fit for revealing.”

Fingon was the first to speak up as the braver of you two, “My Lady, you are not here to scold us for breaking in…and what was that creation?”

“Scold you, heavens no my child, you are not the first to have to stumble across my Garden of Pleasure. What you were affected by were the copulation flowers. As the name says, it gives one the urges to mate.” She explained with the brightest smile on her face knowing that it was a familiar routine she and her Maiars had to repeat on a monthly basis. She wished to have a spring or a private garden where it would be more accessible to adventurous couples without scaring the public.

“Oh.” That was all Fingon could respond with, still caught off guard by the fact that Lady Yavanna was casual about the incident.

“I do believe that you two should return home now, it’s getting quite late.” She continued in a maternal tone.

Nodding your heads at her, you ushered yourself to reach for your dress and shrieked at the condition it was left in. Tattered and useless, you couldn’t even cover yourself with it as a cape, and your underwear was much worse, it was in pieces. Sheepishly cowering beside you, Fingon dipped his head and averted his eyes elsewhere knowing that you were displeased by his barbaric behaviours. And he was right because your angry stare flashed upon him with the fury of a thousand arrows.

“Finno! My clothes! I can’t – I have nothing – what would they say…ugh.”

“My clothes are tattered as well, you know.” He argued as he held up a one-buttoned shirt and a torn tunic at the sleeves.

Falling into silence as you both stared in horror at each other’s clothing, it wasn’t long before boisterous laughter broke out between you both at the screwed-up situation you now faced. Neither of you was fit to return home in decent condition. His parents would eat him for dinner when they learn of your state as well as your parents. He was laughing through the pain and fear he was about to experience and not being fully aware of how to deal with it.

“Now, now children, like I’ve mentioned before, many have ventured and ended up like you both, thus clothes will be provided.” Yavanna had spoken from the shadows she lurked, watching you two in a frantic. She understood the rush of pleasure that made couples tear their clothes to pieces, thus you two were in safe hands.

From the shadows behind here emerged two other workers of hers carrying folded clothes, a suite for you and Fingon. Breathing a sigh of relief, instead of wanting to strangle your lover, you made the mistake of rushing from your seated position for your clothes and winced at the pain shooting through your legs. Beside you, Fingon couldn’t help but chuckle – you weren’t sure if it was because of your eagerness or the pain he gave.

“This was some adventure today wasn’t it?” he chuckled as he took the clothes with a quick ‘thank you’.

“It was indeed, though I’m not entirely sure how my parents would react to all this.” You responded.

“Just don’t tell them,” he reacted in an obvious tone, “and maybe we can return again.”

Snapping your neck over to him, you watched as he appeared nonchalant to his statement as he garmented himself briskly. He appeared too okay and normal with his statement, and it persuaded you to agree, “Agreed, we’ll return again.”

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[arofili]

Any headcanons about Fingon & Anaire's relationship?

(sorry for taking approximately 400 years to answer this, oops)

Oh boy do I!

I headcanon that Anairë is a very devout, Vala-honoring woman, and she very much tried to pass that onto her children. (It only really took with Turgon, rip.) She gave her children mother-names corresponding to various Valar: Astaldo (Tulkas) for Fingon, Núrondil (Ulmo) for Turgon, Aldarindë (Oromë) for Aredhel*, and Sintamo (Aulë) for Argon.

*Someone else pointed out to me once that Írissë could actually be a reference to Irmo, which is a possibility I hadn’t considered! But personally I think it’s more likely that Írissë is her father-name, a reference to Fingolfin’s sister Írimë.

These mother-names were semi-prophetic, and also influenced her children to seek out a connection with their namesake Valar. Fingon is certainly very valiant, and I think that with encouragement from Anairë he trained under Tulkas for a time...but also, he probably ends up having a stronger connection with Manwë. Turgon was more inclined to spend time by the sea with his Arafinwëan cousins because of his mother-name, but no one could have guessed how important Ulmo would be to him in Beleriand. Aredhel was always a wild, free spirit, and likely would have traveled with Oromë’s Hunt regardless of her mother-name, but it was certainly something she used when arguing with her mother about whether it was proper for a lady to go hunting, and all in white at that! As for Argon, I think Anairë waited an unusually long time to name him, because she didn’t have foresight around him; only when he showed interest in smithing (which, while a very Noldorin trait, was unique to him among his immediate family) did she give him a name of her own.

...But as for Fingon and Anairë specifically, I think they frequently clashed on topics of religion, especially as Fingon grew up and started forming his own opinions. Of course, to Anairë, it looked an awful lot like his Fëanorian friends were “corrupting” him with their blasphemous ideas, but to Fingon it was an awakening to concepts his mother had sheltered him from. Fingon never quite shakes the foundation of his belief in the Valar, or specifically his fondness for Manwë and Tulkas, but his feelings toward them are much less reverential than Anairë’s. And when Fëanor and Maedhros start talking about how the Valar had betrayed them, were caging them, Fingon was inclined to agree, because he too was curious about Endórë, and he was very sympathetic to the Fëanorians’ grief over Míriel’s unjust death (if not their disdain/hatred for Indis and her line).

When I operate in a ’verse that includes Valarin homophobia, Anairë very much buys into that. Her latent feelings for Eärwen are suppressed, and she is openly disapproving of queerness, meaning that Fingon has even more reason to hide his relationship with Maedhros from his parents. Eventually she will experience a shaking of that faith, leading to her hooking up with Eärwen after the Darkening, but it will take a lot for her to get to a point where she doesn’t feel guilty about her own bisexuality...at which point she’ll be feeling guilty about how she treated her own kids about their queerness. (Because they are all queer—Fingon is gay, Turgon is a horrifically repressed bisexual, Aredhel is aro and bi, and Argon is aroace. And Fingolfin is also a repressed bisexual!)

When the Darkening comes, Anairë stands by her faith. She chooses her religion over her family, over her marriage and her children. It leaves her utterly alone. (She also chooses Eärwen, but she doesn’t want to admit why, at first.) She doesn’t regret her choice, not really, because Beleriand was horrible and killed her whole family (save Idril), but she also feels a lot of grief and guilt over not being there for them when they needed her.

Fingon takes very much after his mother in appearance, but not in most other ways. It takes a long time for them to fully reconcile after his re-embodiment, but when they do, they find that they have a lot more in common than they realized. They both love music (which they knew, but had forgotten), they both separately picked up knitting after the Darkening, they both express themselves best through actions rather than words. Eventually they manage to piece themselves back together, and engage as adults and equals rather than a mother trying to shape her eldest son, her heir, into the person she wanted him to be, rather than the person he was.

#fingon #anaire #nolofinweans #headcanons #tefain nin #answers #mad hermit

[imakemywings]

Thank you @hobbitwrangler for tagging me! <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

155...I've had the same account since I was 17 XD (although I have definitely deleted things since then)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

855,882

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Generally I only write for one fandom at a time, and right now that's all things Tolkien.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Transcript of Divorce Proceedings: Mairon v. Melkor with 170 kudos (Angbang, Tolkien)

Surprise Developments (Recalculating) (Solavellan, Dragon Age)

The Sleeping King (Thorinduil, Tolkien)

Laying a Foundation (Thorinduil, Tolkien)

You're going out like that? (Maglor & family, Tolkien)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Almost always, because it's really important to me that commenters know how much I appreciate their taking the time to leave their thoughts

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Angstiest? That's hard to say (。﹏。)

Haunted, Hunted is pretty angst, but also the ending is pretty much parallel to canon, so I can't really take credit for that one.

Sandbox Love is angsty in the true sense of the word I think, because the central grief of it is that Luthien does not seem to return Galadriel's interest in her.

OH and there's my first-ever Silm fic, which focused on Anaire in the wake of the rebellion of the Noldor, that's pretty angsty First Ruins of the Noldor

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Also hard to answer. I feel like I've written a lot of emotional fluff which is tonally "happy" even if the ending isn't a "happily ever after." Any of the trio of flash fics I wrote about Silm parent/child relationships would qualify.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Once in a while

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Do I lol My percentage of smut fics has skyrocketed in the last three years.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Very rarely, because they usually don't compel me. However in February I did write a Silm/Crimson Peak crossover, Fruit of the Family Tree.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

If it happened I don't know about it

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! <3

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Technically no...one time as a teenager I agreed to do it, but I totally failed to uphold my end of that bargain ;;;; I would have to feel pretty close to someone at this point to agree to cowrite.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

All-time forever? idk. Silm OTP is Feanor/Nerdanel though. I believe in marriage counseling 🫶

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Any WIPs I currently have are all effectively discarded. If I can't finish a WIP or make significant progress on it within a few weeks, I can almost guarantee it will never be completed.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Scenery descriptions and subplots

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Generally I think it serves only to distract and frustrate the reader. If they happen to speak that language it's fine, but in the majority of cases they probably don't, and it doesn't really fulfill any purpose. If they're not familiar with the language, especially if it has a different alphabet from the one you're using for the rest of the fic, a reader isn't even going to know what that dialogue sounds like, let alone what it says. If I include it--and I try not to--I always include an immediate translation in the same line of dialogue. Having to scroll to the bottom and then back up for a translation is super frustrating and as a reader, I usually will not bother, so I don't expect my readers to either.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Star Wars

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Honestly, I couldn't come even close to picking one

#tagged

[magpiecaranthir]

How long will Nerdanel be actually able to stay away from her family in the fourth age? I feel that even if she does everything to avoid them, chaos and fate will do everything to make a family reunion happen (and it is going to be chaotic).

I honestly cant decide. I think there will be times where they are forced into the same room somehow, but I think both are too firm of will to do anything.

I cant see Nerdanel being happy go lucky about all her children killing innocents and excusing that. She'd 100% distance herself from that, and if they are unrepentant *like tinwe is* she doesnt want them with her anyways. She's somewhat friends with anaire and earwen, and excusing the things her child is not sorry for would harm that.

I think they'd ultimately ignore each other, and everyone is uncomfortable whenever it happens.

Theres just that air of hostility – nerdanel just daring someone to say she should speak to her unrepentant murder daughter, and tinwe just daring anyone to tell her she should grovel for her mother to take her back.

Neither will back down.

Honestly, this fic is not a happy ever after and all sad things eradicated thought process so atm I dont ever see them become close again. Erestor and his wife kinda adopt tinwe as their child, and Broher's parents do the same.

#ask box #deadqueernoldor's ask box

[arlenianchronicles]

Thought I’d post the whole series! Here’s Findekáno’s childhood in Valinor; you can track his growth throughout the drawings. Also, I now notice that little Findekáno looks much like Turukáno ... well, let’s just chalk it up to family resemblance XDD

Also, seeing these paintings together makes me question (and is probably making you question, too) how these Elves grow their hair so long. It’s really just how I design my elves ^^;; But, well, we can use Tolkien’s canon -- Elves physically mature slower than humans -- and I’ll just make something up along the lines of: their hair grows at a faster rate loll So toddler Findekáno would probably have hair past his shoulders loll

All in all, I like how these paintings turned out. I first started with Írissë’s painting, and then I decided to draw his other siblings, and then I thought Nolofinwë’s drawing would be the cap-off, but then I couldn’t leave out Anairë XD So here we are!

I mentioned this before, but I listened to the soundtrack of Viridi while making Anairë’s painting. The music is really quite soothing, and I think it fits how I envision the Nolofinwëan family as a whole (and so makes a good background track to this series).

#i also find it a nice touch that findekano mirrors anaire's pose in the last painting #he learns how to display affection from his parents #and uses that in how he interacts wit his siblings #yep we're back into headcanons now loll #art #my art #tolkien #silmarillion #fanart #tolkien elves #fingon #turgon #aredhel #argon #fingolfin #anaire #house of fingolfin #house of nolofinwe #family #i did give my sadder headcanons in the post with argon's painting #so i should give my happier headcanons here loll #the nolofinwean family is a very loving family #maybe as a way to guard each other from the harsh house of feanaro? #don't let them beat you down guys #but you can kinda tell i got a bit lazy with adding the embroidery to their robes #in some drawings hahaa

[senalishia]

Silm headcanon:

Mom parenting styles:

Nerdanel: Likes the idea of there being rules in theory, but in practice she is too busy running after seven kids (and one husband) and doing art to enforce them very well. Plus her boys know they can get away with anything they can make a logical argument for. She is always strict about forge safety, though.

Anaire: Rules Exist For A Reason And They Will Be Obeyed. The strictest mom overall; she will listen to her kids' reasoning, but there usually has to be an actual emergency, preferably with blood, for her to make an exception. Her kids sometimes envy the freedom that Nerdanel's kids have, but then sometimes Nerdanel's kids come over to their house just to escape the chaos.

Earwen: There actually are rules, and they are generally obeyed, but Telerin culture can be very different from Noldorin, so they're not always the same rules. She can come off as permissive on some issues, with outsiders not realizing that she can be an absolute dictator when it comes to, say, cleaning and stowing your fishing spear properly or taking your shoes off when you come in the house.

#silmarillion #silm headcanons #nerdanel #anaire #earwen #parenting styles

[animatorweirdo]

Imagine getting adopted by Nerdanel...

(I thought it was time to give Nerdanel some attention, and apparently i like making parenting headcanons.)

Warnings; Angst, Nerdanel is sad at first. 

I hope you enjoy!

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-It's been ages, and Nerdanel had it tough.

-Ever since her idiotic husband and sons left, she thought she could handle the sadness that came, but she was wrong.

-She almost cried every night.

-She slowly got over the grief, but she then had problems falling asleep.

-Horrible nightmares would keep her up at night.

-Another thing that struck her was the immense silence of her home.

-She never thought without noises coming from her husband's forge or the daily shenanigans of her boys would make the silence so suffocating.

-She would sometimes spend hours at the window to listen to some birds so it wouldn't be so quiet.

-She wouldn't even mind waking up to Makalaure's nightly serenades

-She started sculpting to occupy her mind.

-She made Feanor first, then all seven of her precious boys.

-She was almost startled by how well she made them just by using her memory.

-But it didn't help her yearning to see them again.

-Sometimes, when she passes one of the statues, she would call out their name before remembering they were just stone.

-It became clear that loneliness was catching up to her.

-Anaire started visiting soon after, trying to bring Nerdanel out of the house and spend some time together.

-Nerdanel was a bit snappy at first, but she soon looked forward to them.

-It was better than staying in her empty house, and Anaire most likely felt lonely too when Fingolfin departed from Valinor with their children.

-She started to feel a bit better. She spent more time outside the house and even joined some of the events held by Finarfin, who made sure she was comfortable, and no elf felt resentment toward her because of Feanor.

-She was grateful, but it didn't fix the fact that she was lonely.

-Until one day when Anaire brought up a peculiar subject.

-They talked about things they could do to spend time. Anaire then says something about an orphanage that seeks foster homes for parentless children.

-Nerdanel started thinking about it.

-The first kin slaying caused a lot of damage, so it was not unknown to her how many children were orphaned by the event.

-The thought of adopting piqued her interest, and it might put an end to the loneliness she felt every day.

-She pushed it back because even if she did adopt, her husband's actions might ruin the child's reputation, and she didn't want that.

-The thought didn't leave her for weeks.

-One day, she decided to check around her house.

-She has everything to take care of a child, and she doesn't need servants because she can do it herself.

-So she went fuck it.

-She did want a daughter once.

-So Nerdanel visited the orphanage with Anaire, who was shocked but soon was excited that she tagged along.

-The attendant who looked after the orphanage was shocked to see her but quickly brought her to see the children.

-There were a lot of little elflings, running and playing around as children should.

-It warmed her heart for a moment because they reminded her of her boys.

-She observed and listened to the attendant's options, but then her attention got caught by a child, who looked excluded from other children.

-A little girl, drawing on dirt with a stick.

-This little girl was you.

-Something clicked in Nerdanel as she observed you.

-You looked lonely, and there was hidden sadness in your eyes.

-The attendant explained your story to Nerdanel, and she felt what you felt.

-Your mother left you here when you were just an infant. Your parents were part of the host that departed with Feanor, but your mother snuck you out, so you could stay in Valinor.

-But since you were from Noldor heritage. You sometimes were bullied by other children, especially the Telerin. And there weren't many families who wanted you.

-Nerdanel decided to approach you.

-You were startled and unsure when this strange red-headed lady came over, but she somehow made you comfortable when she started talking with you.

-You two started conversing, and she knew how to make you laugh.

-You don't remember the last time; when someone was this nice to you.

-Nerdanel felt happy after such a long time. She looked at you and made her decision.

-She was taking you home.

-So she told the attendant, made the preparations, and took you to your new home.

-You were shocked because this happened so fast, and quickly acquittance with Anaire, who was excited to see you and very welcoming.

-When Nerdanel brought you home, she allowed you to choose any of her son's old rooms.

- She assured you it was okay since it was not like one of her sons were gonna come back and complain about it.

-So you chose randomly and settled in.

-Nerdanel's home was quite big, so she allowed you to explore a bit so you could get familiar with your surroundings.

-Nerdanel wasn't the best cook, but she didn't want to depend on servants, so she did what she learned from the recipe books.

-You never complained and actually enjoyed the food. It was a bit better than the daily usual in the orphanage.

-Some of them were a little bad, but you still forced a smile on your face and complimented her food.

-Nerdanel could tell you didn't like it, but you looked so sweet trying to hold it in and pretend you liked it. Even though; your eyes were quivering to spit it out.

-That inspired her to improve herself.

-Anaire came to visit more often, intending to help Nerdanel out on raising you.

-She was like that one fun aunt who came to visit.

-You three sometimes played games, took walks in the woods, and some quality time together.

-You were still a bit shy to open up, but it was okay. Nerdanel was patient.

-She did raise seven sons, after all.

-You sometimes asked about Feanor and her sons, and Nerdanel told all good things about them.

-However, she refused to tell what happened to them or why they weren't home.

-They were gone, and you were too young to understand the violence that happened back then. You didn't need to know about it. Yet.

-You sometimes offered to help when she was doing some sculpting.

-She thought it was sweet and allowed you to do small things for her like giving her a tool or getting some water.

-However, Nerdanel started to notice a strange pattern when this continued.

-You didn't bother her whenever you might need something, and you were a bit eager to help out with everything.

-She didn't think much of it at first, but now she was kinda worried that she was doing something wrong.

-So one night, she decided to tuck you in for the night. She started asking questions to figure out the problem.

-Thanks to her experience having seven sons, she knows what to say to make you open up.

-You started crying, thinking you disappointed her like every other family who once took you.

-You told her that you didn't want to disappoint her and possibly bring you back to the orphanage, so you tried to be on your best behavior.

-Never bother her at inconvenient times and help out whenever she might need help.

-It broke Nerdanel's heart to hear such things from you.

-You got deprived of love a family should provide you, and that deprivation made you think you should please the family to earn that love.

-She hugged you and told you she wasn't disappointed with you, and she was not bringing you back to that orphanage.  

-You cried and hugged her back.

-You shyly asked her to spend the night with you, and she happily complied.

-Nerdanel felt like she finally cracked the wall that surrounded you, and it almost sent her to tears.

-When was the last time she hugged her boys like this.

-So the night passed, and Anaire definitely didn't stroll in to see an adorable sight of Nerdanel cuddling with you.

-And Nerdanel definitely didn't throw a pillow at her.

-All these years, and she still wasn't a morning person.  

-From that day forth, you were more open with Nerdanel.

-You started helping in the kitchen, so you both could learn how to cook.

-Nerdanel would sometimes throw flour at you, which led to a food fight and a huge mess, but it was okay because hearing your laugh was worth it.

-You became a huggly child and started giving her hugs whenever she felt down or just because you loved her.

-You also became a bit of a jokester, making jokes and pranks to make her laugh.

-No matter how bad they were, she would burst into a laugh because she loves the effort you put into them.

-When you showed interest in painting and art, Nerdanel paid a fine tutor to teach you and sometimes watch from the sidelines with a happy smile.

-She remembered when her boys became passionate about something, and she was just happy you found yours.

-When you became more passionate about painting, you would sometimes go outside to find inspiration and bring your works for her to see.

-She spared every one of your works in a scrapbook she made.

-She also had a scrapbook with her son's old drawings, so she now had two memorable things in her safe keep.

-You once wanted to paint her, and you would sometimes yell out to stay put if she moved too much.

-It amuses her, and now she knew how her models felt when making a sculpture out of them.

-You made progress with your painting talent, and her portrait turned out pretty good that she framed it in her room.

-You two sometimes looked at the stars from the balcony, and Nerdanel would teach you about them what she knew. It was one of those moments she treasured as you two became closer.

-Nerdanel brought you once to meet her father. Mahtan didn't mind if you were adopted. He was happy to have another grandchild and that you helped Nerdanel out of her broken self.

-Nerdanel enjoyed watching you and her father interacting. It was a mix of adorableness and crack-headedness since you two got along like two fish in the pond.

-So you two started visiting Mahtan more often, and you always have fun with him.

-One day, you called her a mom for the first time, and she couldn't be happier.

-She almost cried when she hugged you.

-Consider yourself fully adopted because you were her child now.

-There might be a day when Feanor and her boys will return, but until then, she was going to focus on you.

-Maybe all it took was another lonely soul to fix her lonely heart.

#silmarillion x reader #nerdanel #nerdanel x reader #nerdanel x child reader #tolkien #nerdanel headcanon #silmarillion headcanon #adoption #silmarillion #middle earth x reader #middle earth headcanons #feanor #feanorians #silm fic

[lendmyboyfriendahand]

Indis looked up. Very few people approached her here, in the foothills of Taniquetil - it was why she had moved here after her husband's death - but there was someone coming.

A Maia was at her gate, and not the river or the meadow she had become accustomed to speaking with, neighbors as they were .

"Lady Indis."

"I am she. Have you come to speak to me about a specific matter?"

"Your scion has been reborn. As you dwell closest to my lord's halls, he is entrusted to your care."

"What? I never even heard any of them died- who is it, where is he?"

The Maia stepped to the side, revealing a wide eyed child who looked almost identical to Nolofinwe. "He is here. Do you accept the charge of his care?"

"Of course, but-"

"I must return to the halls. May the wind bless your paths." The Maia turned on his heel and kept turning, so that rather than see the back of his head he simply vanished.

Indis stared after him for a moment, though it did explain how he had reached her house so suddenly. But there was a child who needed care. "May the stars shine upon us. My name is Indis of the Vanyar, wife of Finwe of the Noldor."

"I know that, Lord Namo's messenger introduced you."

"Perhaps, but I don't recognize you. You must have grown a lot since leaving Tirion." Perhaps the boy was Turgon and Elenwe's child; he was certainly an old enough child to declare themself a boy or a girl regardless of their parents' first guess.

"I'm Arakano."

He could not be her son - there was no reason to believe Nolo dead - there was no reason he would have returned as a child - Indis managed an "Oh?" in reply.

"I don't have a mothername because she hasn't met me yet, but Dad said I fit his name."

"Anaire didn't tell me she had a child younger than Aredhel."

"Dad said she didn't know, and wouldn't have stayed behind if she did. He says a lot of their plans for after the Festival got forgotten, she could have even forgotten they planned a baby."

"I am sure she will be happy to meet you, as I am happy to meet another grandchild of mine."

Arakano nodded. "Is that your house behind you?"

"Yes. It's not a palace, but I like it, and it even has a guestroom. Would you like to come inside?"

Arakano shook his head. "I'm not tired yet, but thank you. Is it always this warm here?"

"It gets a little bit cooler in the winter, but we're too far south to get more than a day or two of frost in the winter."

"Huh. Is that why there are trees here?"

Indis looked out at the meadow that stretched unbroken to the next hill, at the three pear trees that grew by the walk, and the poplar that shaded her garden. "Trees can grow in almost any temperature, depending on the type of tree. Some even grow their leaves long and thin to last in the snow."

"Well, there weren't any trees where I grew up."

"They need a certain amount of dirt as well, rather than sand or rocks. Did you live on the Sea-side?"

"I guess? That's kind of a weird way to put it."

"Maybe on a ship, or an island?" Indis could recall when the Valar had brought Tol Eressea over, and nearly all the crops on it had died with the sudden changes in weather and the disconnect from the solid foundation.

"No, Dad says that Feanor destroyed all the ships before I was born. And if there any islands, we can't tell beneath all the ice."

"Forgive me for the intrusion, but where did you grow up?"

"I jut said, on the Grinding Ice. We need to fight Morgoth and avenge Grandpa Finwe, and Feanor burnt the ships, so we walked."

"You spent your whole life on the Grinding Ice?!"

"I guess? The day after the bright circle appeared in the sky, there was a whistling, and Aredhel said it was a bird that only lived on land. But we couldn't actually see the ground under the ice and snow, or any plants other than cousin Angrod's aloes."

"Are you talking about the Moon or the Sun appearing in the sky?"

"I don't know, we hadn't figured out a word by the time... I think it was less bright than this, did the sky light get brighter?"

"There are two lights in the sky. The Moon is less bright, and was the first to rise by a week. The Sun is the one that's out now. Most people have built the habit of doing work by Sunlight and resting when it goes down."

"That makes sense, you can save fuel if you don't need torches to see by."

"Exactly."

Arakano seemed utterly fascinated by Indis's yard, and she watched him while thinking on his story. She knew that children could die; her own cousin had been killed in a landslide beside Cuivienen. But coming to Valinor was supposed to make them safe. On first sight, she had hoped that Arakano had returned in a form younger than his life out of preference, choosing to grow up in safety and put off his responsibilities for a while longer. But if he had not seen the Sun, he must be very young indeed. The time from the Trees going out to the Sun rising had only been thirty years, half the time for a child to grow to physical maturity (though elves counted them as not full adults yet for just as long again, to give them time to learn about society before choosing which path to followe). This child looked about the same age.

She hoped for a moment that he was lying to her, that he had a safe childhood ended only in a freak accident. But contemplating what would lead a child to lie to his own family led to thoughts even worse than the harsh world he grew up in.

Arakano was squatting down next to a weed. "Is this the kind of flower that's in Laurefindel's crest?"

"No, although they are similar shapes. This is a dandelion; Laurefindel has sunflowers."

"Findekano said that sunflowers were as big as my face, but I wasn't sure if he was joking, or if this plant would grow bigger."

"Most leafy plants don't grow any taller once they flower. The ones that do, like trees, tend to be the ones that keep blooming every year, rather than only bloom once and die."

"Huh. And they all stay in one place? Does the whole field just die if the ground collapses under it?"

"I suppose it would, though people could transplant anything that still had a bit of roots. But I've never seen the ground collapse."

"It collapses every few days! You can hear a sort of moaning if it's got too much weight on it, and then a crack right when it splits. That's why I had to wear a rope when I was a baby, so Dad could pull me back up if I didn't notice in time."

"That sounds very practical of Nolofinwe."

They continued as such for a few minutes, Argon asking questions about the plants, and the butterflies, and the Sun.

Shortly though, his stomach rumbled.

Indis said, "Would you like a snack? I'm not hungry myself, but you've had a very unusual day." When her youngest grandson didn't answer for a few moments, Indis added, "There's more than enough food, even with a second person. The nearest town is only a day's journey away on foot, and I keep enough in my pantry for several weeks." Not that she ate the dried beans and canned carrots very often when instead she had a lovely garden, but even if the land went dark again she would not starve.

"I'll have a snack if you do," Argon agreed after a minute's thought.

Indis's mother had skipped meals to be sure she had enough - it pained her to know that her son had to do the same. "Alright. What are you in the mood for? I like cheese and crackers in the afternoon myself, but I'm sure I can find something sweet if you prefer."

"Cheese! I haven't had cheese in forever, not since the goats died."

"I'm surprised the goats lasted long on the Ice at all, as cold as it is."

"The cold wasn't a problem, Aredhel and cousin Angarato made them seal coats just like the rest of us. But they ran out hay, even with feeding them the weird bits of meat too, and then there wasn't any more cheese. I got to ride one when I was smaller though, and they were very soft."

#silmarillion #my fic #my writing #arakano #argon #the saddest argon fic #silm #Yes Nolofinwe was pregnant with Argon. No I will not elaborate. #Argon will refuse bathtime because he knows that submerging yourself is how you die #but other than that and a fear of strangers he's a fairly well behaved eleven year old #child death cw

[effervescentdragon]

Finwean descendants as things me and my friends have said at one point or another

(Idk if this has already been done, but here, and its a bit long.)

Celebrimbor: I will either write out the whole of liver compensation mechanism or drown my liver in methanol, there is no middle ground.

Maedhros: He's like, sexy and scary. Sexy when he's in his doctors coat. Scary when he starts talking about post-mortem dissections like he's talking about winning a bag of gold. Whic is also kinda sexy. Also, I may not be as straight as I thought I was.

Aredhel, probs about Galadriel: Her imagined suffering makes my girl-parts tingle. What are you suffering from, bitch, your parents paid for you to spend a month in fucking Tuscany?!

Fëanor: If I figure out a way to intravenously give myself caffeine I will be a God. In fact- *starts muttering calculations*

Turgon: *grabs my chair and turns me around to start examining my neurological reflexes* *ignores me, then mutters* I think you may be dead.

Celegorm: *takes a baseball bat, climbes on a table and breaks a bird in cage chirping thing we bought for laughs* THE FUCKING BIRD WOULDNT SHUT UP SO I SHUT IT UP PERMANENTLY!!

Finrod: I will NOT tell you where I've hidden that abomination of a curtain! You all are peasants and have NO STYLE, IT LOOKED LIKE IT WAS MADE OUT OF VOMITED KIDNEY STONES!

Finarfin: *wakes from an impromptu nap on a textbook* OH MY GOD I FORGOT TO FEED THE FROG! *goes back to sleep* (he has no frog)

Galadriel: Not to be a bitch, but-

Aegnor: Every time you say that, we know you're definitely being a bitch.

Angrod: The BIGGEST bitch, in fact.

Fingon: I will let you put glitter in my hair and beard only if you promise to bring me the biggest bottle of your grandmas homemade shampoo there is, and an even bigger bottle of your grandpas schnapz.

Elrond: So you mean to tell me you're gonna choose? Why? Just bang them both, non-monogamy is a thing. The best thing ever to be honest.

Caranthir: Nope, I'm not playing cards with you assholes anymore. You *points to Curufin* keep cheating, you *points to Maedhros* are drunk, and you *points to Maglor* dont even know the rules of the game!

Curufin: Do you think if I tweak my stethoscope a little I can overhear their strategy through the door?

Idril: And then I told him "I dont need you to have this baby, it's my fucking baby, and I have inheritance, and a LOT of it!"

Maeglin: I am going off to fucking Russia and everything there will be fucking amazing and I will finally be appreciated as I should be! (when he came back after a year, spoilers - it wasn't)

Amras: You know what? Fuck this printer, and fuck all of you *takes the printer and throws it through a window, where it smashes on the ground*

Amrad: Well I aint cleaning that shit, brother. Also, I'm your ride home, and im going in 10 minutes, so chop-chop. *sips coffee*

Fingolfin: Ever since we got the third kid, I legit have no time for pop-culture anymore. The last thing I watched was 5 mintes of Guardians of the Galaxy porn parody, and then the baby started crying and I lost my will to live.

Lalwen: Is that the one you sent me over email?

Anaire: Yup :)

Lalwen: Damn that was good.

Anaire: *whispers* I'm sending you the Captain America one I found tonight. That one's even better.

Findis: Gods I'm just? So pretty?

Nerdanel: Could you please stop looking at yourself in the mirror and hold this fucking pipe so I can fix it before it bursts?

Gil-Galad: As the president of this club-

Celebrimbor: We're a commune.

Galadriel: Also who voted for you? I sure as fuck didn't. I voted for me.

Elrond: I love you, honey, but sit down. We're a democracy.

Celebrian: None of you understand. If I don't go and get drunk tonight, I won't be able to fake an illness tomorrow, and my mother wants me to meet the son of her friends so we can "hang out", and I have the ORL exam on Tuesday, and I dont care how much money that dude has, I'm not dating someone my mother thinks is appropriate! So fucking drink, I didnt bring this gin for you to look at it!

Maglor: You may think you're good at this. You aren't. I, on the other hand, am amazing at this. *deepthroats an icecream* No gag reflex, bitch. OH FUCK, BRAIN FREEZE!

#effervescentdragonrants #silm shitpost #tolkien shitpost #lotr shitpost #tolkien #the silmarillion #conversations with friends #finweans #feanorians #nolofinweans #arafinweans #feanor #fingolfin #finarfin #sons of feanor #maedhros #maglor #caranthir #curufin #celegorm #ambarussa #turgon #fingon #galadriel #aredhel #finrod #elrond #idril #maeglin #ereinion gil galad

[arafinweanappreciation]

Another ask, if you feel like it: Eärwen: 4, 5, 7 (including: does she have a favourite kid?) and 13.

I have been WAITING for someone to ask about Earwen. I love her so much.

4. Favorite canonical relationship?

Look. You CANNOT make me choose between Finarfin and Anaire. I love both dynamics equally. The fact that Earwen was able to resist her longing to see the rest of the world --- the very same longing that her children inherited from her and fell victim to --- in part because Anaire was staying???? SO much platonic love. I will never get over it.

On the other hand, I am fascinated with the implied development of Earwen and Finarfin's relationship, both leading up to their marriage and after his return from the Helcaraxe. It's just !!!!!!

5. Favorite non-canonical relationship?

I'd have to say with Amarie, definitely. I have a very complicated set of headcanons surrounding Amarie and her story that I won't fully explain here for the sake of length, but I think there was a time when she moved to (or at least spent a lot of time in) Tirion because she found more acceptance and empathy there, since there were many in similar situations. I have a lot of thoughts about Earwen kind of taking her in and feeling somewhat responsible for her, because, like, she wasn't ever technically her mother-in-law, but she was supposed to be, and she does have some quasi-maternal feelings towards her. It's very complicated and if I had more free time/liked writing more, I could write a very long fic about them.

7. Thoughts on her as a mother (if applicable)?

I think she jumps into it with a lot of enthusiasm, she loves having the chance to teach these tiny people all about the world (but especially about the sea) and answer all their questions. Overall, I think she's very encouraging of her children's interests and unique personalities, but maybe takes the "fun parent" role too far and leaves Finarfin to be the strict one. Not perfect, but very good. As for the favorite child, I think it would just be the one she happens to be talking to at the moment. Maybe she has a little bit of a closer relationship with Aegnor and Finrod, but I don't think she actively, consciously, has a favorite.

14. What character do you really wish she had gotten to meet/hope she will someday meet?

Celebrian, actually. I headcanon that their personalities are so similar that it can be almost unsettling for Galadriel at times, and I would love to see them interact and have Earwen show Celebrian her favorite tide pools and Celebrian tell Earwen all about her favorite species of trees. Grandmother-granddaughter bonding time.

#i am extremely weak for platonic love stories btw #and yes i am biased towards the arafinweans being the least dysfunctional ones in the family #what did you expect #earwen #aj's finwean ladies ask game

[tolkien-feels]

HELLO I WOULD LIKE YOUR AMARIE AND ELENWE THOUGHTS :D i am always feelin starved for amarie content (understandably, given how little she appears in canon) and i love reading people's thoughts on non-noldor bc there's much less canon info abt them!

This got a little long so I'm putting it under a cut

These are very much headcanons because as I'm sure you know, we know what? 4 facts about them, combined? Half of which are just who they were in love with? Thoroughly unhelpful, thanks Professor!

Since we have so little, I can actually walk you through my reasoning for coming up with the personalities I headcanon for them.

The meaning of Elenwe's name is pretty generic - Star-person. The -we suffix is usually but not always masculine, and I don't want to put too much stock on that... except that I have to cling to whatever clues I have, and Elenwe is one of the very few women who we know left Aman - so I'm extrapolating to say that like Nerwen, Elenwe received her name because she has unusual strength of body and/or will (which is sexist af but I'm following canon patterns here.) Given what a baddass her daughter is, I would not be surprised. And what if Idril's rescue in the Helcaraxe was not just Turgon's doing, but also brave and headstrong Elenwe forcing Turgon to save their daughter first and then come back for her? I can definitely see that.

The meaning of Amarie is possibly "Most good" and that checks out - she was not permitted to leave Aman? Really? It's literally a rebellion! She could easily have rebelled against this lack of permission as well! If anything, it might've helped persuade her Valinor is a prison! So this gives me the vibe that Amarie is A Good Girl™️ - perhaps one of the Vanyar who loves nothing more than to learn song and poetry to delight Manwe and his court. Perhaps like Nerdanel might have helped Feanor with his crafts in their youth - it was her father who was Aule's student, not Feanor's - Amarie taught Finrod a thing or two about Songs of Power, or they at least bonded over a shared love.

One possibility I like to toy with is that Turgon, Finrod, Elenwe and Amarie were a friend group. In my headcanons, Turgon and Finrod were childhood friends, as were Elenwe and Amarie, so when Turgon and Elenwe began to fall in love, what could be more natural than for the four of them to spend time together? In my mind, Turgon and Elenwe are older, bolder and have known each other for longer, so by the time they get married, Finrod and Amarie are still just making eyes at each other.

Though I think Elenwe and Amarie should be close in age, like I said, Elenwe might be slightly older, and she's definitely bolder, so she's almost a big sister figure? I can easily picture her teasing Amarie for her slooooow courtship of Finrod, or offering to fight the decision to make Amarie stay behind. Conversely, Amarie is probably Elenwe's confidante and supporter, the Jane Bennet to Elenwe's Elizabeth, or the Beth March to her Jo, or the Eliza Schuyler to her Angelica. You get the idea.

When the Darkening happens, I really like the idea of Elenwe and Amarie discussing things and parting on good terms - a rare thing in the families and friendships torn apart by the Flight of the Noldor. Amarie saying that no, Elenwe doesn't need to fight for her, she's made her decision and she's siding with the Valar. Elenwe offering to stay with Amarie as Anaire will stay with Earwen, and Amarie declining. I most definitely think Amarie promises to be like a daughter to Elenwe's grieving parents (you think Vanyar parents are happy about their daughter rebelling against Manwe's authority? I doubt that), and Elenwe in turn promises to look after Finrod in any way she's able. (Which. Um. Well, she does that for the rest of her life, I guess.)

There aren't enough women in Tolkien to allow for many friendships, which is a problem, so I feel like often whenever two women exist at the same time, I want them to be friends, even if I think that's unlikely - I don't know, for example, that Eowyn and Arwen wouldn't bore each other to death, even if I so, so badly want them to be friends in post-canon. But Elenwe and Amarie as I envision them in my head are two women whose friendship I really seriously buy. I mean, admittedly, that's pretty easy since I'm behind the headcanons, but I swear I actually came up with their personalities and then much later went "Oh. Oh they should be friends!" Even though I'm making them up, pretty much, this is a friendship I've grown to really love.

Speaking of which - these headcanons are free real estate. I don't really read fic, but I would for these two, so if you write anything please send it to me. I will reblog every art that finds its way into my hands. Please write headcanon and meta. Like, go wild, I want this to be A Thing.

#i have spent a normal amount of time thinking about minor characters.