#feanorianweek 2024

[windrelyn]

@feanorianweek 2024

Day 1 - Maedhros (and Fingon) - "Loyalty"

#tolkien #silmarillion #feanorianweek #maedhros #fingon #maedhros x fingon #elves #silm art #fan art #middle earth #my art #the silmarilion #feanorians #feanorianweek 2024

[parentofhomuncul-temporary]

Day2: Maglor for @feanorianweek

#feanorianweek 2024 #maglor #tolkien #silmarillion #silm art #feanorians #feanor #fantasy art #digital art #tengwar #noldor #middle east

[acommonanomaly]

Maedhros and Maglor for @feanorianweek.

Inspired by a scene from my fic, What Fades Away.

Excerpt:

Maitimo swallowed hard. It was disconcerting to be so near one of the Powers. Though he had been taught that the Valar loved Eru’s Children, he could not help but be aware that such a being could reach out and crush him or one of his family if it so desired.

Oromë’s head turned to Maitimo suddenly, as though he knew his thoughts, but the Vala only blinked his bright yellow eyes, watching Maitimo curiously for a long moment before turning back to Atar and Amil.

Makalaurë had squeezed his hand hard when Oromë glanced over, and Maitimo looked down to see that his little brother’s face was pale with fear. Despite this, Makalaurë moved around so that he was standing in front of Maitimo, as if to shield his older brother with his slender frame. Maitimo wanted to whisper reassurances to him, but he did not want to draw the Vala’s attention again, so he settled for lifting Makalaurë into his arms.

Makalaure’s thin arms wrapped firmly around his neck, nearly choking him, but he could feel the frantic beat of his brother’s heart against his own chest, so he did not try to loosen his hold.

“What is his name?” Oromë asked in a voice that was both as deep as thunder and as soft as a breeze. The air shook with it but quickly settled.

“He will be called Turkafinwë,” Atar said, an arm now around Amil’s shoulders.

Maitimo was amazed when Oromë stooped down and lifted a hand toward Amil’s belly. He glanced between Amil and Atar and asked, “May I?”

Atar gave a curt nod, holding himself proudly, but Amil smiled when she nodded her consent.

Maitimo took a step closer, but he stopped when Makalaure twisted around with a fearful lurch to see what was happening.

The Vala spoke again, his voice quieter this time, so that it seemed as if whisper wound around whisper, only hinting at words beneath the hiss of the sound. Then the Vala smiled wide.

“His spirit is fierce and bright like wildfire,” Oromë said, looking pleased as he stood, towering above them again.

Amil looked like she did not know what to think of this pronouncement, but Atar raised his eyebrows a little, and Maitimo wondered what he would say.

“He is my son. My fire burns in him as it does in my other sons, and as it will in all of my children.”

“Yes,” Oromë said. His smile did not fade, though his eyes changed somehow, as though seeing something not here. Maitimo had seen this look on his mother’s face before, and it always unsettled him when she fell into solemn contemplation afterward.

#tolkien #feanorianweek #the silmarillion #maedhros #maglor #my art #feanorianweek 2024 #what fades away #I'm disappointed I only managed to get 4 drawings done #i might still try to make some more before feanorian week is over #but I'm so drained and so busy #I guess we'll see #i love these boys so much #i really want to start writing What Fades Away again #i'm just wondering if anyone is still interested in reading it #as it's been a long time since i posted the last chapter #i need motivation

[melestasflight]

They meet in a place no lovers ever should. Caranthir Fëanorion makes many dreadful mistakes. But saving Haleth’s life and then making her scream his name all over his fortress at Helevorn, are certainly not some of them.

The Friendship of the Eldar (M, 3,5k) just in time for @feanorianweek

#caranthir #haleth #halenthir #feanorianweek #feanorianweek 2024 #silmarillion #tolkien #silm fic #Melesta writes

[feanorianweek]

Thank you!

I want to thank you all for the wonderful week. As I say every year, I love seeing the amazing participants, new and old, who participate and celebrate some of Tolkien's most beloved characters.

I appreciate you all bearing with me during the week, especially as I wasn't feeling well earlier and got busy with offline work throughout the week. Your patience has been very appreciated. Tomorrow the week will be over for this year, however late submissions will still be accepted.

If I have skipped over you, please let me know either in my ask box or submissions box so I can see your posts more quicker and easier that way!

I will also queue all the submissions again in order to keep the blog running throughout the year :D

Thank you all so much, and cannot wait to do this again next year!

#feanorianweek #feanorianweek 2024

[gondolindon]

For My Young Friends Who Are Afraid

I'm awfully late, but here is my little creation for the @feanorianweek 2024. Thank you for organizing!

Day 1: Maedhros - Childhood, Coping

Rating: Gen/No Archive Warnings

Word count: 699

Fear had been around for so long that Maedhros barely paid it attention anymore. It had become a regular visitor - something that had ceased being valuable information about approaching danger and turned into more of an annoyance, something he had learned to dismiss as a useless distraction. 

Thus, as he looked at the young elven warriors, the latest reinforcements from Himring pacing nervously around the camp in the darkening night, he felt almost surprised.

Continue on AO3

#feanorianweek 2024 #feanorianweek #maedhros #mel writes

[thelien-art]

Day 3: Celegorm for @feanorianweek

Lust｜Chastity

Coriander Flowers: Coriander flowers symbolize lust, as the seeds were used as an aphrodisiac in ancient Greece they were found in tombs of Egyptian pharaohs as far back as 5000 BC.

I thought the white and green flowers also fitting to him as it makes him blend in more with them than Maedhros and Maglor´s flower, since he is a hunter, who learned under Orome. I also let his hair be free from the usual ponytail just this once to make the wild come across. I think he puts a lot of his self value into what he is good at, such as hunting, fighting, tracking, looking like Miriel, etc, which also makes him fall so much quicker and harder than most of his brothers, but that also means that he can relate to Curufin better in a strange way, that leads to harmful loyalty and their downfall on both sides.

Maedhros｜Maglor｜Caranthir｜Curufin｜Ambarussa

Goblin

#tolkien #silmarillion #jrr tolkien #celegorm #turkafinwe #tyelkormo #feanorianweek #feanorian week #feanorian week 2024 #silm art #tolkien art #digital art #my art

[foedhrass]

Caranthir the Dark. Belated post for @feanorianweek

Photos by little_solnyshka (on IG)

#caranthir cosplay #caranthir the dark #caranthir #moryo #tolkien #silmarillion #silmarillion cosplay #tolkien cosplay #middle-earth #the silmarillion #elves #lord of the rings #cosplay #feanorian #feanorianweek #Feanorian week #Feanorian week 2024 #House of Feanor #house of finwe

[tilion-writes]

Nerdanel & Fëanor for @feanorianweek 2024, day 7 🔥⚒️🌸

They may have invented divorce, but they invented love first ... (yes, my Nerdanel is taller than Fëanor.)

#guys how do proportions work... #fëanor #nerdanel #my art #feanorianweek #silmarillion #noldor and their silly braids <3<3<3

[gardensofthemoon]

Epicedium

Only ashes know of how it is to burn like Fëanáro. Scorching heat that sears untamed through blood and flesh and bone alike. And mortal vessels can’t elude the siren-song, the deathly pull, the call of fire.

So bear down gently, smoke and ash, and kiss with ghostly lips the grieving faces of your sons. As gems and glory matter not when faced with pain and mad despair. Now see, now cry, now scream, now beg, now mourn the faith of those who followed. Your house of blood, your house of chains. Your oath in vain shall doom your name.

Fëanorian Week 2024 - Day 7: Fëanor @feanorianweek

#drabble #feanor #feanorianweek #silm fic #silmarillion #elio writes

[windrelyn]

@feanorianweek 2024

Day 3 - Celegorm and Curufin - "Warm"

#feanorianweek #tolkien #silmarillion #celegorm #curufin #elves #fan art #my art #middle earth #silm art #feanorianweek 2024 #the silmarilion

[parentofhomuncul-temporary]

Day1: Maedhros for @feanorianweek

#feanorians #feanor #feanorianweek 2024 #maedhros #silmarillion #silm art #fantasy #fantasy art #scketch #digital art #tengwar #noldor

[acommonanomaly]

Caranthir for @feanorianweek.

Inspired by a scene from my fic What Fades Away.

Excerpt:

“What is it, Moryo?” Maitimo finally asked, when Carnistir showed no sign that he would continue on his own.

“It is not fair that grandmother Miriel cannot return,” his said, his voice faltering as though he was admitting something very grave. The source of his solemnity was revealed when he continued, “If grandfather Finwë had not married Indis, then she could be with us.”

Makalaurë sucked in a sharp breath, and his eyes were heavy when they met Maitimo’s. Neither of them spoke at first, for each of them had their own conflicting emotions to sort through at the raising of this issue. But when Carnistir shrank down on the stool as if fearing their censure, they pulled themselves together.

Maitimo’s voice grew delicate, each word formed with care. “Although you may find them tiresome at times, would you wish that your uncles and cousins did not exist at all?”

Carnistir’s flushed cheeks paled. “No, I wouldn’t wish that.”

“So some good did come of it, you see.”

“But we will never meet our grandmother Miriel.”

“Oh, Moryo,” Makalaurë said tenderly. “It seems strange to miss someone you have never met, but so it is, and we miss her, too, and long for what might have been.”

Maitimo nodded in agreement with Makalaurë, but he was troubled. He could not help but feel as if he had been dishonest with Carnistir, somehow.

Although he did not regret that his grandfather had been allowed to remarry, allowing their family to grow and become enriched, he felt it an unnecessary cruelty that his grandmother should be forbidden to return because of it. The Valar claimed it was the will of Eru, and though it was not Maitimo’s place to gainsay them, he did wonder how this could be true because of the grief it caused. 

It was while Maitimo stood lost in his thoughts that Carnistir finally unburdened himself.

“I did something very wrong.” Carnistir would look at neither of his brothers, dropping his head again as he stroked the cat.

Maitimo raised his eyebrows at Makalaurë, who only shrugged. He tried to keep his trepidation out of his voice when he spoke.

“What did you do?”

At the same time, Makalaurë asked, “You mean, to those children?”

Carnistir shook his head. “I took something from Atar’s study.”

Maitimo’s eyebrows rose even higher, and Makalaurë gaped in surprise, but as it was obvious that Carnistir meant to go on, they said nothing.

Carnistir sighed and shifted on the stool, careful not to tip the cat off his lap as he reached into one of the pockets stitched onto his loose tunic. He pulled out a silver chain, lifting it until a large oval locket slipped out of the pocket and hung spinning in the air.

“Oh,” Makalaurë said.

They knew this locket well. They had all seen Atar holding it in his study when the occasional quiet, somber mood came over him. At some time or another, each of them had opened the locket to see for themselves what it held, or asked Atar to show them. It contained a miniature portrait of Miriel and a twisted lock of silver hair that glinted like starlight.

“I just wanted to feel closer to grandmother Miriel. But now I am worried that Atar will notice the locket is gone before I can put it back, and he will be angry with me.”

“I don’t think Atar will be angry with you for taking this, especially once he understands why you took it,” Maitimo hurried to reassure his little brother. “You must give it back to him as soon as we return home, of course, but I will talk to him first before you go to see him.”

Maitimo would have to decide how much to tell Atar, because he did not wish to upset him any more than he had to. 

He didn’t think the children who had questioned Carnistir meant any harm, likely only curious and repeating things they had heard adults say. It was unfortunate timing that their questioning had come while Carnistir was struggling with personal issues.

Makalaure seemed satisfied with this, and he stood, gesturing for Carnistir to stand as well. “I think Nelyo is right. Atar will be pleased that you wish to feel closer to grandmother Miriel. Perhaps you could take up embroidery, and learn the skill that was her delight.”

Carnistir stood and set the cat on the floor, where it wound around his legs and meowed in complaint. Determination burned in Carnistir’s eyes now, and he said, “Yes, I would like that.”

#Tolkien #the silmarillion #feanorianweek #caranthir #carnistir #feanorianweek 2024 #my art #my fic #favorite elves #elves who deserved better #still trying to catch up on posting after that damned migraine lol #i have one more drawing at least #i don't know that i'll have the energy for more sadly #next time i'll start drawing more in advance #and hopefully have drawings for the whole week #feanorian for life

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Fëanorian Week 2024

Thanks to @cilil, I've decided to do the @feanorianweek as well this year!

Please stay tuned!

📖Maedhros

🎶Maglor

🗿Celegorm

🧸Caranthir

🔨Curufin

🎗️Ambarussa

💍Fëanor & Nerdanel

#og post #fëanorianweek #feanorianweek #IDNMT writes #fanfiction #writing #tolkien writing #jrrt #Masterlist #Maedhros #Maglor #Celegorm #Caranthir #Curufin #Ambarussa #Fëanor #Nerdanel

[feanorianweek]

Feanorian Week Reminder!!

Hello Silmarillion Fandom! This is your reminder that Feanorian week will be taking place next month. Below are updated prompts (you are still allowed to suggest prompts)! When is it?:   March 25th, 2024—March 31st, 2024       

  

The prompts are as followed:

Day 1- Maedhros - > Childhood, Kingship, Angband, Coping, The Union, Relations with Different Races

Day 2-Maglor -> Childhood, Spouse,  Music & Songs of Power, Elrond & Elros, Kingship, Maglor’s  Gap, Redemption

Day 3- Celegorm - > Childhood, Hunting, Orome & Huan, Strength & Beauty, Luthien, Nargothrond

Day 4- Caranthir - > Childhood, Spouse, Betrayal, Lordship, Dwarves & Humans, Marriage, Appearance

Day  5- Curufin - > Childhood, Spouse, Celebrimbor, Forge Work

Day  6- Ambarussa - > Childhood, Lordship, Regrets, Twin, Hunting, Nandor

Day 7- Nerdanel and Feanor-> Mahtan, Finwe & Indis, Marriage, Reunion, Traveling, Creation, Healing

Rules: You are allowed to post anything fanrelated on the days.  If the prompts are not to your liking, you can do your own thing.  The tracktag is #feanorianweek.  Tag your work accordingly!  Have fun and be nice to others. Disrespect towards others will not be tolerated. 

#feanorianweek #the rings of power #the silmarilion #tolkien #feanorians #neradnel #feanor #miriel #finwe

[dwarrowdelf]

what's left of the world

Rating: G | No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Amras & Amrod Word count: 688

Amras, and Amrod, and anger. For day six: Ambarussa of @feanorianweek 2024

Read here on AO3

They had talked, on the rough trip over, and agreed: it was unfair for their mother to be left with none of them. They had planned, in the bunk of a sailor who might now be dead, for one of them to sneak back on the ship and to sneak home when it landed again. Their father would never approve, and they could not guess if any of their brothers would help them, so they didn’t tell anyone.

They were lucky, then, to have lived so long in each other’s pockets. The younger woke at the elder’s alarm, and dove into the water on the far side unseen before the flames grew too strong. Fëanáro never even noticed that his youngest son was missing. Only Carnistir asked why his youngest brother was soaked. Maitimo was too busy staring at Fëanáro. Tyelkormo was too busy staring into the flames, or more accurately through them to the shore beyond. Macalaurë and Curufinwë were too busy speaking to each other in hushed tones.

Maedhros sends them away to the southernmost parts of their claimed territory. As a fallback, he claims. Reserve forces, he assures them, despite them knowing he wants them as far from the front lines as possible. It suits them well enough; they build a scattered few little forts to satisfy Maedhros, and disappear into the wilds rather than live in them. The overseer of those forts sends Maedhros letters regularly, responds to them as well. Incidentally, she happens to be quite skilled at mimicking the handwriting of others. It takes some years – rather too many, in the twins’ opinion – for anyone to notice anything amiss, and the one who notices is Celegorm, though only because he elected to track them down when informed that the lords were not currently in residence. Apparently, more than one other brother had been given that excuse and gone on their merry way.

“Care to tell me why you and Telvo’s rooms in all of your forts are entirely unlived in?” Celegorm asks. He asks it cheerfully and without judgment, as he flings himself down beside the campfire Amras is starting. Amrod is at the river a quarter mile away, getting fish for dinner. Once, Celegorm’s easy way of coaxing without prodding, of guiding without forcing, had been one of the many things that made him Amras’s favorite brother after his twin.

Amras looks at him now, expressionless, and tells him, “Amrod was sleeping in the ships the night we burned them.”

(Amras had thrown a torch of his own, that endless night, onto a ship he had earlier helped to unload. He had wanted, quite desperately, to throw it at Fëanor’s head instead. He should have suspected something sooner. Even the hammocks had been taken off that ship.)

(Once, they had left Formenos for nearly two weeks. Slipped out the window of their shared room under Telperion’s light, and hadn’t even brought their bows with them. No one had given any indication that their disappearance had been noted, and upon their return the only comment they’d gotten was their grandfather telling them to wash up for supper.)

Celegorm’s own expression slowly morphs into one of horror. Amras builds the fire.

“Pityo—”

“Amras.”

Celegorm closes his mouth at the sharp tone. It’s a new tone to hear from either of the twins, festered and fostered as the world as they knew it ended over and over again, bitter hemlock leaves spilling out of his mouth at last.

Amrod returns. He doesn’t react to Celegorm, because Amras already warned him. There are only two trout in the net slung over his shoulder. “What’re you two talking about?” he asks, setting the fish down.

“Nothing important,” Amras tells him.

They have lived this way for years, and rarely need to speak these days, with mouths or with minds. Amras sets to preparing and cooking the fish while Amrod pulls out his latest whittling project, both of them silent. Celegorm doesn’t seem to know what to do with the way they shut him out so easily.

They’re long gone when he wakes up the next morning.

#mine #fic #silm #amras #amrod #feanorianweek2024 #feanorianweek #ambarussa #silmarillion #the silmarillion #tolkien