#andreth saelind

[mandhos]

"It is one with this gift of freedom that the children of Men dwell only a short space in the world alive, and are not bound to it, and depart soon whither the Elves know not".

#andreth saelind #aegnor #sillmarillion #tolkien

[nynevefromthelake]

So happy to post it finally! House of Beor and house of Finarfin relationships are so special to me

Very much inspired by Atandil by @eilinelsghost

#silmarilllion #silm #silm art #silmarillion fanart #lotr #tolkien #tolkien fanart #house of finarfin #house of beor #finrod/bëor #aegnor/andreth #finrod felagund #aegnor #beor the old #andreth saelind

[camille-lachenille]

A flickering flame

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[redreyenotarget]

“Getting ready to say goodbye”

I came back to them and updated their designs a bit🥺

#fanart #digital art #illustration #digital painting #procreate #silmarillion #tolkien elves #tolkien #aegnor #aegnor x andreth #andreth saelind #silmarillon art #silm elves #romance

[feydrawings]

'Speak of neither to me!' said Andreth. 'I desire neither. I was young and I looked on his flame, and now I am old and lost. He was young and his flame leaped towards me, but he turned away, and he is young still. Do candles pity moths?' 'Or moths candles, when the wind blows them out?' said Finrod. 'Adaneth, I tell thee, Aikanar the Sharp-flame loved thee. For thy sake now he will never take the hand of any bride of his own kindred, but live alone to the end, remembering the morning in the hills of Dorthonion. " J.R.R.Tolkien, Athrabeth Finrod ah Andreth, History of Middle Eart Vol. X, Morgoth's Ring

Andreth and Aegnor for the Tolkien Advent Calendar!

#silmarillion #silmart #tolkien #tolkienart #the silmarillion #aegnor x andreth #aegnor #andreth #athrabeth finrod ah andreth #andreth saelind #middle earth #tolkien elves #jrr tolkien #tolkien fanart #tolkien legendarium #tolkien fandom #watercolor #*mine: art #history of middle earth

[spruceneedles]

House of Bëor: Andreth and Beril

#spruceart #myart #tolkien fanart #silm art #silmarillion #edain #andreth saelind #tolkien #bëorians #house of bëor #i didn’t have room to put bregor in the drawing #my doodles #my drawings #tolkien stuff #drawing #beril

[l7inda]

The Reunion-Aegnor and Andreth

“Do candles pity moths?”

#silmarillion #tolkien #drawing #lord of the rings #aegnor #aegnor x andreth #andreth saelind

[art-of-firefly]

Andreth Saelind, my favorite moth -

Yes i count her among the house of Finwë, let me live in my denial, i know Finrod and Aegnor would approve anyway

House of Finwë

#andreth #silmarillion #my art #house of finwe #silmarillion fanart #house of finarfin #andreth saelind #my chara-design #house of beor

[remusjohnslupin]

TOLKIEN LADIES: Andreth Saelind

Andreth was a woman of the House of Bëor, the sister of Bregor father of Barahir (whose son was Beren One-hand the renowned). She was wise in thought, and learned in the lore of Men and their histories; for which reason the Eldar called her Saelind, ‘Wise-heart’.

#lotredit #silmedit #tolkienedit #oneringedit #oneringnet #sourcetolkien #tolkiensource #fantasyedit #litedit #tolkienmine #tolkienladies #andreth #andreth saelind #my people #QUEUE.

[airendis]

'Whither go you?' she said.

'North away,' he said: 'to the swords, and the siege, and the walls of defense—that yet for a while in Beleriand rivers may run clean, leaves spring, and birds build their nests, ere Night comes.'

'Will he be there, bright and tall, and the wind in his hair? Tell him. Tell him not to be reckless. Not to seek danger beyond need!'

'I will tell him,' said Finrod. 'But I might as well tell thee not to weep. He is a warrior, Andreth, and a spirit of wrath. In every stroke that he deals he sees the Enemy who long ago did thee this hurt.'

Athrabeth Finrod ah Andreth

#traditional art #tolkien #silmarillion #andreth saelind #aegnor

[arofili]

@tolkienofcolourweek day three | men | andreth saelind

Andreth was a woman of the House of Beor, the sister of Bregor father of Barahir (whose son was Beren One-hand the renowned). She was wise in thought, and learned in the lore of Men and their histories; for which reason the Eldar called her Saelind, ‘Wise-heart.’

#tocweek2023 #tolkienedit #oneringnet #silmedit #silm #silmarillion #the silmarillion #andreth #andreth saelind #my edit #tefain nin

[mandhos]

#andreth saelind #aegnor #silmarilllion #tolkien

[erdarieldraws]

Moth and Flame The last meeting of Andreth and Aegnor in the Halls of Mandos

#andreth #andreth saelind #aegnor #aegnor x andreth #silmarillion #the silmarillion #silmarillion fanart #middle earth fanart #middle-earth #art #my art #fanart #tolkien fanart #you ever have those days when you decide to just mess around with stuff without really a concrete plan? this was one of those #tbh i think i did more or less catch the vibe i was going for #ultimately i don't think this is a piece or a theme that would benefit from a very realistic style necessarily anyway

[aotearoa20]

Finrod: I’m playing Scrabble with andreth, it's a nightmare

Aegnor: Scrabble? Scrabble's great

Finrod: Yeah, when I’m playing with you! You use words like ‘wolf’

Finrod: She uses words like ‘epistemological’

#finrod felagund #aegnor #andreth saelind #a fun trio #aside from the existential tragedy #incorrect silmarillion quotes #silmarillion #tolkien

[redreyenotarget]

Another quick fanart of these two <3

#silmarillion #fanart #digital art #tolkien elves #illustration #art #digital painting #aegnor #aegnor x andreth #the silmarillion #procreate #digital illustration #digital drawing #andreth saelind #the silm

[silmawensgarden]

Aegnor in Valinor, remembrance of Andreth.

"Do moths pity candles? Or candles moths?"

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

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