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velvet4510 · 1 month

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Not including Beren & Lúthien, Aragorn & Arwen or Frodo & Sam because they all eventually get their happy endings. And while Melian lost Thingol, it is certain that they will reunite in Valinor when he is reborn.

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silvantransthranduiltrash · 1 month

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Hc that Primitive Quendian (PQ) has a lot of gender neutral terms, and that things like “god” and “king” and “master” in PQ weren’t gendered words the way they are now, so both elleth and ellons would be refered to as “king”, “master”, etc, but as time went on and the language evolved to quenya and sindarin, those words did become gendered, so they were translated as male. The same thing happened with PQ words that mean “damsel” and “slut” and “queen”, which became words associated as female.

And long story short, a lot of stories that were created in PQ were translated to have male heros and female love interests, when in reality the heroes of an epic were pretty diverse across all genders.

In fact, there’s a story called “Swode i Dall” in PQ, which roughly translates to “the swordmaster and the damsel” which is a pretty basic heroic romance about the swordmaster, who always saved the damsel in distress, no matter how many times the damsel got themself into trouble, and it was assumed the swordmaster is an ellon and the damsel is and elleth bc of the respective words becoming more gendered. But in reality the swordmaster in the epic is an elleth, who was specifically based off of Miriel, and the damsel is an Ellon based off of Finwe, and these genders actually make more sense given the context of the story, but it never even crossed many elves’ mind that swordmaster and damsel weren’t gender indications as they were translating the story from PQ into Quenya and Sindarin. The story was actually created bc bby finwe had a massive crush on the strong Miriel and would not go to sleep without the story.

And long story short, there’s a story about Finwe and Miriel in PQ that Feanor has no idea about bc elves got the genders wrong when it was translated.

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cilil · 5 months

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The Ifenkönig

Characters: Finwë, Míriel, Námo, mentions of Vairë and Nienna Synopsis: When Míriel falls ill after childbirth, Finwë tries to take her to the gardens of Lórien for healing; however, the Lord of the Dead already has his sights set on her. Warnings: Sickness, death, dark!Námo Poetry

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Disclaimer: This isn't an original poem written by me, this is based on and adapted from "Erlkönig" by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe and Edgar Alfred Bowring's English translation of the poem (both of which you can read here). It's a sort of "remix" if you will, just as a fun little exercise because I had this random idea of a darker verse in which Námo actively takes Míriel's soul and this poem fits the vibe.

Title translation and explanation will be down below.

Who rides so late through the night dark and drear?

King Finwë it is, with his lady wife dear.

He holds her tightly embraced in his arm,

He holds her tenderly and keeps her warm.

“My dear lady, wherefore d’you avert your eye?”

“Do you not see, my lord, the Doomsman close by?

Do you not see him, with death veil and dark train?”

“Dearest, it must be mist rising over the plain.”

“Oh come to me, lovely Míriel, ere midnight falls

For there’s peace, quiet and healing in my halls;

From a safe distance, we shall watch fate unfold

And my lady shall adorn you with robes of gold.”

“Oh husband, husband, but do you not hear

The words the Judge whispers in my ear?”

“Be calm, dear wife, your fancy deceives

It is only the wind whispering through leaves.”

“Won’t you, dear Míriel, accompany me there?

I shall leave you in my sister’s loving care;

I shall give you to my wife to keep

She shall sing and hold you in your sleep.”

“Oh husband, husband, but do you not see

The Doomsman brought wife and sister for me?”

“My love, my love, it is quite alright

The mist again is deceiving your sight.”

“My wife, as am I, is charmed by your beauty,

Come with me now, to fulfil my duty.”

“Oh husband, husband, I fear he takes me at last

His hands hold my soul, he’s seizing me fast.”

King Finwë now hurries, afraid for her life

He holds in his arms his shivering wife

He reaches the gardens with terror and dread

His queen he finds silent, unmoving and dead.

Ifen (also If, Ibe, Eve, Eue) -> Eibe -> Yew König -> King The yew tree is commonly associated with death.

The original title, Erlkönig, translated as Erl-King (the literal meaning being alder (tree) king), comes from the Danish word elle which, according to several sources, can mean either alder or elf, so it's possible that Johann Gottfried Herder - who translated the material that Goethe later adapted originally - made an error; it's also possible he intentionally chose this meaning.

Ergo, the Erl-King could also be an Elf-King, which I thought was a neat tidbit to mention for my fellow Tolkien fans ^^

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superloves4 · 29 days

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Elwë/Finwë/Miriel moodboard

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polutrope · 1 year

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In that evil time Finwë was slain by the Marrer himself, and his body was burned as by lightning stroke and was destroyed. Then Míriel and Finwë met again in Mandos and lo! Míriel was glad of the meeting, and her sadness was lightened; and the will in which she had been set was released.

And when she learned of Finwë all that had befallen since her departure (for she had given no heed to it, nor asked tidings, until then) she was greatly moved; and she said to Finwë in her thought: 'I erred in leaving thee and our son, or at the least in not returning after brief repose; for had I done so he might have grown wiser. But the children of Indis shall redress his errors and therefore I am glad they should have being, and Indis hath my love. How should I bear grudge against one who received what I rejected and cherished what I abandoned. Would that I might set all the Tale of our people and of thee and thy children in a tapestry of many colours, as a memorial brighter than memory! For though I am cut off now from the world, and I accept that Doom as just, I would still watch and record all that befalls those dear to me, and their offspring also. [Added: I feel again the call of my body and its skills.']

History of Middle-earth Vol. X: Morgoth's Ring, The Later Quenta Silmarillion (II), 'Laws and Customs Among the Eldar', Text A.

Women of the Silmarillion in HoMe, part 4/?

#miriel #finwe #indis #women of the silmarillion #finwe x miriel #dang this one makes me sad #see not all of LaCE is garbage to be cast from the window of a high tower #what's garbage is that all three of them weren't allowed to be together #the quote was getting long but after this is when Finwe offers to be dead forever so she can return to her body and stay with Vaire 😭

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lotr-bitches · 7 months

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i love them, your honor. a scene from my fic:

An entry from High King Finwë's personal diary regarding Lady Míriel þerindë (Y.T. 1170).

I have never felt such pain. I was so sure, the Valar were so sure, that she would come back to me. I feel as if my heart has been ripped from my chest and I am cradling it, still beating, in my hands. I wish for the pain to end. Please let it cease. I am nothing without her. I am nothing without her love. I wish I had been told that love was such a wretched little thing; that those who you love could be ripped away at any moment and cease to exist. I wish I had been told of this pain. Sometimes, in my darkest moments of late, I wish I had never been in love.

It is not right. It is not just. I am glad for the great love I shared with Míriel. I am glad for it. I have to remember that I am glad that it was something we shared, however fleeting.

But I wish it had not happened. I wish none of it had ever happened. I wish I had never woken in that secluded valley. I wish I had never been cradled in the palm of Eru. I wish Eru had never seen fit to fill me with life. My life means nothing without my love.

Note from the Compiler: Here the paper was torn. The rest of this entry was assumed to be from the same entry as above. However, this is not certain.

I have remembered my Curufinwë. I have remembered my Fëanáro. I will call him Fëanáro from now. Míriel deserves the honor of her son being called by the name she chose for him. He will have everything. I will give him as much love as is possible. I will give him the love of both a mother and a father. It is the least that he deserves. He is my greatest treasure. He is my hope and the personification of my love.

My fiery Fëanáro. My wonderful son. You are my greatest pride, my greatest joy. I give no love but to you. I promise this. I give no love but to you.

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ewa-jednak-chce-spac · 3 months

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#tolkien #finwe x miriel #hetalia #polhun #hunpol #finwe #miriel #aph poland #aph hungary #tumblr games #the one true ultimate shipping tournament

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overlord-of-fantasy · 3 months

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Love in Arda

For Valentines day I have multiple cute shipping quotes for you!

Finwe, rushing into the council room: Greetings, sorry I’m late. I was doing a couple of things and got distracted. Miriel, casually walking in after him: I’m “a couple of things”. Indis, following her, grinning: I’m “got distracted”.

Nerdanel, nervously: Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time? Feanor, hesitently pulling out his sword: AS ENEMIES?! Nerdanel: ...

Melkor: We’re getting married, bitches! Mairon: And we're about to make it everybody else's problem.

Rog: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine. Salgant: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again. Rog: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?? Salgant: Is it working?

Melkor: Hey, what’s up? Manwe, lying in the grass, watching birds: The sky. The eagles. Melkor, rolling his eyes: No, I meant like, what are you doing? Manwe, innocently: Oh, Varda. Varda, over Melkors crying: *highfives Manwe* Nice!

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averagenolofinwean · 4 days

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Finwe: Honey, would you still love me if I was a worm?

Indis, without hesitating: No. Did you ask the same question to Miriel? Because then it would make much more sense why she chose to stay dead.

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animatorweirdo · 2 years

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Imagine being Caranthir’s twin

(Hope you like it anon,)

Requested by anonymous

Warnings; none

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-When you were born, it was a bit of a surprise because you were born with white hair while Caranthir was born with a dark.

-Feanor and Nerdanel were ecstatic to have a daughter. Feanor found fondness over you since you shared some similarities with Miriel.

-You and Caranthir were inseparable. Even as babies, you two would cry if you got separated for too long, so things had to be done with both of you together.

-You were a few minutes older than Caranthir, and your parents spoiled you a little more since you were their first daughter.

-You didn't like leaving Caranthir out, so you always shared your things with him.

-Growing up, Caranthir was much grumpier while you were open and loved your family.

-He was more closed off and didn't like social interactions but went with you everywhere you wanted.

-You were opposites but loved each other. Feanor would be inspired to create a symbol that showed difference but perfect balance. It was inspired by both of you.

-Caranthir was known as the dark twin, while you were known as the bright twin.

-You grew up into a beautiful elleth and looked even more like your grandmother Miriel. Celegorm was happy he wasn't the only blond in the family anymore.

-You were independent and knew how to care for yourself, but your family was a bit protective of you.

-Even Caranthir would glare away anyone, thinking they might bring you trouble.

-It would become annoying quickly.

-You might be sweet toward others, but it didn't mean you were harmless.

-You were just as protective over Caranthir as he was with you.

-You had your mother's patience, but one time another elf kid was bullying Caranthir and refused to back down.

-When no one was looking, you punched the kid in the face, sending them flying.

-Caranthir and your parents would have been shocked that you got into trouble, but you refused to back down and said you were defending your little brother.

-It was unbelievable his sweet daughter could get into trouble, but at that moment, Feanor knew you shared his temper when you refused the punishment.

-That was when you were a kid, and your family had more faith in your ability to care for yourself.

-Finwe would adore you since you were his granddaughter from Feanor'side. He couldn't help but spoil you and Caranthir a little since you both shared similarities with Miriel. It might have made him emotional from time to time.

-Feanor would most likely try to keep you away from his half side of the family, but since you shared some of his tempers. You rebelled and made friends with some of your half-cousins.

-Caranthir would be pulled along because he brooded too much; he can't bring himself to refuse you whenever you want to go out with him.

-You might have looked like Miriel, but you shared a different interest in hobbies. Sewing and weaving fell into Caranthir's hands.

-Feanor would support anything, be it politics, hunting, or sword fighting.

-He couldn't deny anything from his sweet daughter, so you might have learned some manipulation skills.

-You never meant anything terrible. You just knew how to talk yourself out of trouble with Caranthir.

-None of less, you had a loving family; and you loved your sweet little brother.

-You would have a good life before the creation of the silmarils.

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arofili · 2 years

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Unkinged

for @astral-aromance and @skyeventide <3

[ao3] - rated E!!

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Finwë was not, traditionally, the kind of nér who cried during sex. He took joy in the act, of making love and bringing pleasure to his favorite people, and was more likely to laugh than weep. But this—it was all too much. It was everything he had dreamed for endless Ages, separated from his wives. It was everything he had dreamed long before then, and now at last it was here.

“Finwë, Finya,” Míriel whispered, her warm, round body pressed close to his own. He buried one hand in her silvery hair, so fair, like Telperion, like Isil, like the stars, like her—and with the other he caressed the curve of her breast, so full beneath his palm, so alive. The last he had touched her she had been still and cold, so weary her hröa was no longer her own; the last he had spoken with her they had both been lifeless, distant, and her weariness had passed to him.

And behind him: “Husband,” murmured Indis, pressing kisses to his shoulderblades, her long golden hair draped over them both, so fair, like Laurelin, like Anar, like the Flame Imperishable, like her. The last she had touched him they had grown strained and distant, and their kiss was one of duty, of symbolism; the last he had spoken with her had been through ink, a letter promising that all would soon be well and he would return to her arms.

He had not returned: he had died, and left her alone, utterly.

At least, then, Míriel had returned. Míriel, who had sworn never to live again, found breath once more and rose from her bower in the Gardens of Lórien, and made her way to the house of the woman who had taken from her her husband. Míriel, who had thanked Indis rather than hated her, and come to love her even as Finwë had loved her.

He had thought, then, he would remain ever in Mandos, as penance for his greed, his desire for marriage and children beyond the bounds of what had been first granted him; as punishment for his failure in restraining his most beloved son’s endless fire. But he had been granted clemency at long last, and though he was unkinged, he was glad of it, for it meant his queens could hold him—both of them.

And so he wept, unashamed of his happiness. “Míri, Inya,” he sobbed, the bond between them, all three, glowing so bright and warm. Before it had been only him and Míriel, him and Indis, Míriel and Indis—but now it was the three of them in perfect harmony, their spirits mingling, Míriel’s red and Indis’ gold and his own dark silver winding together in gladness.

They were bare before each other, in fëa and in hröa, and their closeness was more intoxicating than any climax. Yet they came together in flesh as much as in spirit, Indis stroking him to hardness, guiding him with gentle hands until he slipped inside of Míriel, her folds embracing him as she sank down to meet the cradle of his hips.

She moaned lowly, her head lolling back, and he set his mouth upon her neck, kissing her. Indis joined him, bending over him, pressing them all closer together, and their lips met over Míriel’s throat. She gasped, rocking forward, making Finwë keen from the heavenly sensation of her around him, and then her mouth was at his, and Indis’, and he lost himself in their warmth, in their love.

Too soon Finwë spent, pulsing into Míriel, who cried his name as she followed him into her own release. She slumped back, breathing hard, and Indis crawled over Finwë to kiss her, pressing her long, lithe body against Míriel’s short, round one. Finwë’s tears began anew as he watched them, a study in contrasts, silver and gold: one pale, one dark, both beautiful.

Indis laid Míriel down upon their bed, mouthing her way down her hröa to the soft silver curls between her legs. Humming happily, she buried her head there, and through their bond she shared with Finwë the filthy loveliness of licking his seed out of her. Finwë was painfully hard again in moments, and Míriel enticed him with a whisper of a thought: Go to her. Give her what you have given me, that I may repay her service.

She was crouched over Míriel, and at her wife’s urging she lifted her rear into the air, spreading her legs for Finwë’s access. Too tempted by the slick dripping from her folds, Finwë knelt to drink from her, and as his tongue caressed her pearl her scream of surprise was muffled by Míriel’s flesh.

But the ache between his legs was too strong for him to resist for long, and soon he rose back up and buried himself in her willing flesh. Now Indis jerked up, her mouth dripping with Finwë and Míriel’s mingled release, and whined as Finwë filled her. Míriel sat up, latching her mouth upon one small, pert breast, and as he thrust into her Finwë brought a hand to play with the nipple of the other.

Indis shuddered and came before he did, this time, and went limp between her spouses, Míriel holding her up between them as Finwë chased his own release. Over her shoulder, Míriel kissed him, and again he sobbed in gladness, their bond blazing bright as he tumbled over the edge, spending half-in, half-out of Indis’ body.

Exhausted from joy, from exertion, Finwë fell back onto the bed, and Indis curled to bury her face in his chest. Míriel laughed softly, her happiness bubbling up in their shared mind-space, and she gently cared for them, licking them clean and then wiping down what was left.

“My wives,” Finwë croaked, his throat choked with emotion, as Míriel settled down on his other side, curling around him. “My loves...” I never thought I could have this. I never thought we could have this.

We do, Indis murmured.

“We have each other,” Míriel whispered. “My husband. Our wife.”

My loves; my spouses. Indis lifted her head just enough to kiss Finwë’s chin, then returned to her safe position in his arms. We have all of Arda left for us.

I will not leave you again, Finwë promised.

Nor I, Míriel added.

I know. Indis was slowly slipping into slumber, but her simple statement of trust was clear. I know.

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velvet4510 · 29 days

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It is said that though Finwë found love again with Indis, the shadow of Míriel never left Finwë’s house nor his heart…

… just like though Sam found love again with Rosie, the shadow of Frodo never left Sam’s house nor his heart…

Not Sam & Frodo paralleling yet another First Age couple, as if Lúthien & Beren and Fingon & Maedhros weren’t enough.

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silvantransthranduiltrash · 8 months

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Miriel: I can’t take this shit anymore! Someone needs to take me out!

Finwe: like... in a dating type of way, or assassination type of way?

Miriel: *throws hands up* surprise me!

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cilil · 4 months

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⸙ Prompt: Funeral/Cemetery | Finwë x Míriel, Námo ⸙ Synopsis: Finwë and Míriel, after she has passed beyond the veil. ⸙ Warnings: Canonical character death ⸙ Double drabble

» AN: And part 2 for @ruiniel's request. Hope you enjoy them both and thanks again for sending an ask🤍

"Míriel! Míriel, please, come back to me!"

Finwë, collapsed next to the lifeless body of his queen, wept.

Neither Nienna's words of comfort nor Estë's gentle hand could bring him solace now, so they stood close by in silence, joined by Irmo who was holding little Fëanáro and quietly singing to him.

"Míriel..."

Trembling, shaking, Finwë reached for her cold hand, closed his around it and leaned over her to bring their foreheads together, as if he wished to breathe life into her.

But it was too late, and deep down he already knew nothing he could do would suffice.

˚ ੈ✧̣̇·˖ 　˚ .　　　✶ ˚　　✦　. 　 ˚　.　　 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔　. ˚　

"Can they not ease his sorrow?" Míriel's fëa lingered still, watching her husband weep, yet irrevocably separated by the unseen veil of death she had passed beyond.

"In time, perhaps." Námo was with her, her only companion now. His presence was sombre but strangely comforting, and Míriel was glad that he had come.

Ever patient and never urging her to go one way or the other, he waited and listened.

"I worry that I have caused them too much pain," she confessed.

"To live for the sake of others only is no life, and to seek rest is no crime.”

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eunoiaastralwings · 1 year

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HEADCANONS:

1. Brief on Miriel and Vaire's friendship

FICS:

1. The Thread of Life (Vaire - shipping/friendship - interpret as you like)

#miriel #vaire present #miriel x reader #miriel x vaire #míriel Þerindë #miriel serindë #house of finwe

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witchofhimring · 6 months

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November Fics line-up

Fandoms: Silmarillion, Attack on Titan, Lore Olympus, House of the Dragon. Also I may write other one shots that are not on this list if any ideas strike me.

Series are not added to this particular line-up. In the future that may change but as of now works such as "Loyalty" will be placed on a separate list.

Rhaenyra losing a daughter in childbirth Rhaenyra Targaryen x daughter reader-non romantic (HOTD) Summary: Rhaenyra's worst fears come true November 5 -

Being the younger sister of Persephone and having a rivalry with Hades Hades x Reader-non romantic (Lore Olympus)

Summary: Hades has to contend with his future sister-in-law November 12

Being Alicent's friend and helping her with anxiety Alicent Hightower x Reader HOTD

Summary: Y/n helps her friend with anxiety November 15

Types of kisses Kosair Trovi x Reader (Remarried Empress)

Summary: The many ways Kosair Trovi loves you November 18

Alys Alys Rivers x Aemond Targaryen (HOTD)

Summary: Based of Euripides's Medea, Aemond takes the place of Jason, and Alys of Medea. November 22

Queen Eren Yeager x Reader/Mikasa Ackerman x Reader/ Eren Yeager x Mikasa Ackerman (Attack on Titan)

Summary: The title of Queen is never one of joy. You love Mikasa, Mikasa supposedly loves Eren, and Eren loves you. November 25

Gave it all up for love Indis x Finwe/ Miriel x Finwe (Silmarillion)

Summary: Indis always thought with her heart. It brings her unimaginable joy and the deepest of despair. November 30

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