#Ivriniel

[torchwood-99]

So in my headcanons, Faramir's Aunt Ivriniel is Lady Catherine de Bourgh, whom Eowyn has a very much Lizzie Bennet sort of relationship with. Lothiriel, meanwhile, is totally Emma Woodhouse.

And as we've already discussed, Faramir is Mr Tilney.

#Lotr #Lord of the Rings #Faramir #Eowyn #Ivriniel #Lothiriel #Austen

[anghraine]

I'm still really attached to my headcanon that Ivriniel of Dol Amroth has an acerbic, scholarly personality but is intensely loyal to her family, both by blood and marriage. I imagine she went with her sister Finduilas to Minas Tirith, was largely entertained by the Denethor/Finduilas courtship, but also entranced by the Houses of Healing and the depths of the archives.

As a result of all these things, she ended up firmly entrenched as Finduilas's companion, confidante, and general advocate of her interests. She never tried to replace Finduilas after she died, but she wasn't about to leave her grieving sister-sons, and Minas Tirith had become her home. With Denethor's and Adrahil's leave, she stayed in the City for years as a respected member of the Steward's family, until (to her great indignation) Denethor evacuated her ahead of the Battle of the Pelennor.

She's even more hardened after his death—they had otherwise gotten on very well—but remains a fiercely affectionate aunt towards her nephews and nieces, and despite the occasional personality clash with Imrahil, loves him dearly. After losing Finduilas, Adrahil and her mother, Boromir, and Denethor, she's all the more determined to do as much as can still be done for what remains of her family.

#i kind of want to write a fic with her and faramir—or her and éowyn #i can see them butting heads a little but eventually coming around #and i think she was closest to boromir (rip) and faramir of her nephews and nieces since she knows them best #though tolkien fic is kind of agonizing tbh. i don't think i've finished anything except one shots. #anghraine babbles #anghraine's headcanon #ivriniel #legendarium blogging

[echo-bleu]

From your WIP list, I'd like to hear more about: Maglor in Dol Amroth!

Thank you! That one is still very much underdeveloped, but it's the first LOTR+Silm fic I toyed with once I started getting in the Silm fandom.

It goes something like this: The ladies of Dol Amroth have a secret. There is a long-held legend in the Bay of Belfalas of a strange singing creature guiding ships home during storms, and no ship has been lost there in centuries. But only a few women pass on the secret, from mother to daughter, of the mad elf who lives in the small forgotten boathouse close to the castle.

After six thousand years and change of isolation and mourning, Maglor has lost most of his grip on reality, but he doesn't let any ship sink or burn. The ladies of Dol Amroth do their best to help him -- most recently Finduilas, before her marriage, and the Prince's sister Ivriniel, who passes it on to Lothíriel. When he was a young teen, on a visit to his mother's family, Faramir stumbled onto Maglor and figured out who he is from his readings.

Now sometime between Arwen and Elrond's arrival in Minas Tirith and their departure, Faramir takes Elrond to Dol Amroth. This snippet is about the entirety of what I've actually written out xD

“Lord Elrond, I must warn you. He is not sane. He’s not always… here, and even when he is…” Elrond gives him a look. “I do not care.” “He might reject you.” “Lord Faramir. I understand that you have experience of your own with… shall we say, fathers whose mind has been altered.” “I don’t—” “No, it’s alright. But I have waited for two ages to hear even the smallest piece of news. You have already given me a gift greater than you know. And there is nothing he could do, or say, or be that would be worse now than not seeing him at all.”

I'm also toying with thoughts of Maglor already being there when Galadriel and her family lived in Dol Amroth, and what that would mean...

Ask me about my WIPs!

#echo's fanfiction #maglor #elrond #faramir #the actual fic would include the ladies a lot more #i have many headcanons for ivriniel and lothíriel

[starsspin]

and then imrahil is just tired dad tm. i can only imagine some of the arguments he has had to break up sdkjhg

#everyone listens to ivriniel tho #i don't make the rules #&. imrahil #&. imrahil : general #&. i just really like sharks okay :: ooc

[emyn-arnens]

one idea i've always loved for a fic is eowyn just being like... wholesale welcomed into faramirs family, including and especially by his aunties and lothiriel! boromir too, but that requires more canon finagling lol. it just always seemed like something eowyn deserves lol

Oh anon I love this!! I headcanon that Eowyn and Lothiriel get along really well, and that Eowyn takes Lothiriel under her wing and shows her how things work in Rohan/what will be expected of Lothiriel as queen, so I am very, very down for a Lothiriel and Eowyn brotp.

And Faramir's aunts being so eager to welcome Eowyn is just. inspired. Ivriniel is so happy to finally meet the woman who's brought Faramir so much joy and who helped save Gondor from even more grief and destruction. And then she hears from Faramir of Eowyn's former despair and is reminded of Finduilas, and so she makes it her mission to do everything she can to ensure that Eowyn doesn't fall into despair again and has the support she needs while getting used to her new home?? I love it. I'm sold. Eowyn deserves to be smothered with love from very enthusiastic aunts-in-law.

Deep in my heart there is a Boromir lives AU where he and Eowyn are the best brotp, and he's the Biggest Farawyn Cheerleader <3

#it's been a hot minute since i read eothiriel fic but it seemed like it used to be common to turn ivriniel into a bit of a shrew in fic? #and that was never my cup of tea #so i *love* this idea! #thanks for sharing it! <333 #asks #anonymous #.txt #fic insp

[bretwalda-lamnguin]

On the elvish ear thing, it’s barely brought up. The annotated Hobbit has something about the word for listen coming from the word leaf because their ears were shaped like them. And one of his letters saying hobbit ears had light points and were elf like. Was the hair a more important feature? Like out of all the places this could be mentioned 🫠

Yes! I can’t help but think if it was so noticeable or important it would be mentioned more often, or at least more explicitly. I can think of a few places where it is at least implied that elves and humans don’t have noticeably different ears, Túrin in Nargothrond and Tuor in Gondolin are both recognised as humans by their eyes, with no mention of their ears (which may have been covered by hair). Aragorn is said to resemble a great elf lord, but also looks like close kin to the ancient-Númenorian-looking Denethor. I can only think that if elves do have pointy ears, it is very subtle and hardly noticeable. Maybe some or all Númenorians do as well. Maybe as a result of this it is a common enough train among Men that no-one would comment on it, and even Men with very little Númenorian ancestry can have pointy ears! I definitely think hair was more important for elves, particularly in culture and standards of beauty. Elves definitely look different, their eyes are and there is something strange about them, similar to Númenorians but distinct, but I think the ears are at least overstated.

#asks #dúnedain #númenor #númenorians #elves #thanks for the ask! #I also wonder if it was very rare among men but those of recent(ish) elvish ancestry had pointy ears #Finduilas and Ivriniel of Dol Amroth for example having slightly pointy ears

[sotwk]

I was wondering who are your fancasts for your headcanon world?

<33

Hiiii Quickie! @quickslvxrr

Am I right in guessing that your question was prompted by my reblog of your reblog of Charlie Hunnam's gif set? XD

Because if so, I will just say that I am very excited to have selected Charlie as my fancast for Théodred of Rohan! (Excited because I hope to start writing chapters of my Eomer x OC fic soon, which actually co-stars dear Théodred.)

I have a growing fancast list for the SotWK AU! I still need to get around to making an official and complete list, but since you seem curious, here is majority of what I have so far.

Apart from Reader Insert stories I write in response to requests, all fics and characters I create are grounded in the SotWK AU, so these characters exist consistently across and crossover between my stories.

SotWK AU Fancast List (a work in progress)

The Royal Family of the Woodland Realm

Elvenking Thranduil - Lee Pace

Elvenqueen Maereth - Jennifer Connelly

Crown Prince Mirion - Henry Cavill

Prince Turhir - Sam Heughan

Prince Arvellas - Rupert Friend 

Prince Gelir - Sam Claflin

Prince Legolas - Orlando Bloom

Crown Princess Itarildë  - Teresa Palmer

(later Crown) Prince Aranion - Bradley James

Princess Anariel- Gabriella Wilde 

Elvenking Oropher - Jason Isaacs

Greenwood Elves

Darthol (Gelir's birth-mate) - Dan Stevens

Olondir (cousin of the Thranduilions) - Jake Gyllenhaal

Rivendell Elves

Elrond - Hugo Weaving

Celebrían - Connie Nielsen 

Nimeithel (oc cousin of Celebrían & mother of Itarildë) - Rebecca Ferguson

Elladan - Richard Madden

Elrohir - Sebastian Stan

Silmarillion / First Age Ancestors

Glorfindel - ???? -still searching!-

Elemírë (oc wife of Glorfindel & sister of Elenwë) - Vanessa Kirby

Maglor/Kanafinwë - Ben Barnes

Velcálë (oc wife of Maglor) - Zendaya Coleman

Círdan the Shipwright - Iain Glen

Eäriel (oc wife of Círdan) - Olivia Hussey

Eärondir (oc son of Círdan & father of Maereth) - Alexander Skarsgard  

Laurinwen (oc mother of Maereth) - Lily Collins

Dwarves / Line of Durin

Durin III, King of Khazad-dûm- Hugh Jackman 

Frerin, son of Thrain - Gerard Butler

Gondorians

Aerdis (oc love interest of Boromir) - Freida Pinto 

Anarlas (brother of Aerdis) - Oscar Isaac

Imrahil, Prince of Dol Amroth - Eric Bana

Ivriniel - Isabella Rossellini

Finduilas - Monica Bellucci

Erchirion - Adam Driver

Lothíriel - Gal Gadot

Rohirrim

Théodred - Charlie Hunnam

Signyr (oc shield-maiden & Éomer's love interest) - Katheryn Winnick

Léodor (oc in Éomer's Éored) - Chris Hemsworth

Héothain (oc in Éomer's Éored) - Will Poulter

Haradrim

to be revealed OC - Pedro Pascal

YUP. I almost didn't want to insert that little spoiler of my upcoming fic, but I'm just too excited about fancasting the widely adored Pedro Pascal in my AU. It will be one heck of a character, too! I am SO VERY excited to create Harad OCs (Pedro's will be the main one)!

Thank you for the Ask! Although this list is still messy and incomplete, answering it puts me one step closer to getting an official fancast list done! :)

Just tagging people whom I think/hope might be interested in this:

@hobbitwrangler @scyllas-revenge @ass-deep-in-demons @emmanuellececchi @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras @konartiste @hippodameia @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @achromaticerebus @aduialel @asianbutnotjapanese @entishramblings @heilith @ladyweaslette @laneynoir @quillofspirit @stormchaser819 @g-m-kaye @mirra-kan @alwayssevvy @marsharmonicorchestra @laurfilijames @coopsgirl @jane0error @jezzibee @lathalea @cuarthol

Other useful links:

Introduction to SotWK

SotWK HC Masterlist

Fanfiction Masterlist

Fanfiction Request Guidelines

#sotwk answers #sotwk oc #sotwk headcanon #sotwk fancast #lotr #tolkien #tolkien oc #lotr oc #lord of the rings #greenwood the great #thranduil #thranduilion #mirkwood elves #gondor #rohan

[hobbitwrangler]

Snippet Sunday

@starsuncounted you happened to tag me when I'm halfway through a fic inspired by one of your posts! And as usual what was meant to serve as context to the main part of the fic has metamorphised into OC backstory that I previously didn't know existed:

She turned to him and he saw that her posture was stiffer, something defensive in her stance. “Queen Arwen offered to have my duties … reduced. Shared with someone else.” Boromir considered, looking at her carefully. “Do you want that?” He knew that Eirlys was proud of her work, proud of the role she had fought so hard to gain, and, much as he might want her to step back and rest more, he knew it would be unfair to demand of her what she would not demand of him. Yet if she is only continuing out of guilt … “No.” There was no doubt in Eirlys’ eyes and the sight made Boromir smile. It was familiar, the resolve burning in tired eyes. “I have put too much of myself into this work to be relegated to the role of a pregnant lady of the house the moment the trumpets of victory sound.” Boromir frowned, his hand grasping hers. “You know that if you step back, it could be only for a time. You could have a few months to yourself, to get used to the child, before you went back. You have won your place; you need not continue to fight for it.” He could see the battle of will being waged in Eirlys’ face. The desire for rest and the comforts of her family home warring with pride, the devotion to something that had been part of her for so long. He knew that feeling, that exhaustion coupled with an inability to step back. She gripped his hand back, her face softening. “I know. And I thank you for saying it. But I think I shall continue as long as I am able. After all, I shall not be alone when the baby comes. I shall have Miryeman and Aya and your Aunt Caeveneth and my father and you, of course. And your Aunt Ivriniel will probably find some way to get involved.” “She always does,” said Boromir.

tagging @konartiste @brigwife @sotwk @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras if you want to do this!

#tag games

[madamebaggio]

Notes: Previously...

***

Chapter 3

Lothíriel was called by many ‘The Jewel of Dol Amroth’. She was -of course -honored by the love of her people, but she didn’t let it make her arrogant.

Her aunt Ivriniel had taught her that as a princess she had many responsibilities. She was born into privilege, and that came with many perks, but also many obligations.

From a young age, Lothíriel learned that people expected things from her. She had duties to attend as princess of Dol Amroth, and things she believed she should do.

That was why she understood -better than anyone -the need for a good marriage.

Her father had been kind and patient so far; willing to let her choose a partner. Many young ladies didn’t have the same luck, and were forced into marriages that only benefited the men around them.  Lothíriel knew she couldn’t delay this forever, but she appreciated the time she had.

She also knew that the time was running out. Lothíriel was at a certain age; she had to get married sooner rather than later.

And she was quite aware that her father had a person in mind to marry her: Éomer King.

Prince Imrahil hadn’t come out and said it to her with quite so many words. However, he’d said -more than once -that he’d wanted her to meet Éomer. Her father was never economic in his compliments to the other man, and he considered him a good friend.

It wasn’t hard to understand why her father wished her to marry Éomer. Besides the fact that Imrahil liked the Eorlinga very much, he was also a king.

Enough said.

And Lothíriel didn’t want to hold this against Éomer. She wasn’t even angry that her father wanted her to marry him; as she’d said, it was expected.

But at the same time… She’d been a bit confused.

On one hand, she’d really wanted to meet Éomer, for the help the Eorlinga provided during the war. She also wanted to meet the man her brothers talked so much about.

And on the other… What if he was going there to meet her as a potential bride? What if his reason for meeting her was to see if he wanted to marry her? Like someone would see a horse before buying it.

Again… This was how things were done, but it didn’t mean it was good. It didn’t mean she was fine with the idea of being appraised as a potential bride.

She wasn’t sure she wanted to meet him anymore.

“Father didn’t talk to Éomer about marrying you.” Elphir, her eldest brother, informed her out of nowhere one day.

“Excuse me?”

“I know what you’re thinking.” Her brother said easily. “You’re smart, you probably already noticed that father would like to see you two together. I’m just saying that he didn’t tell Éomer any of that.”

Lothíriel arched an eyebrow. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I know very well, little sister.” He told her with a fond smile. “You’ve already put your defenses up, you’re trying to figure out if he’s coming here just to see if your market price is correct...”

Lothíriel blushed, because her brother was perfectly correct.

“So I’m telling you it’s not like that. Father didn’t say anything to him about marrying you. He’s leaving the choice to you.”

Oh.

That was… Really nice of her father.

It also knocked the winds from her sails, and her walls came crumbling down.

When she actually met Éomer, Lothíriel had no defenses left.

He was just a man she greatly admired, and a good friend of her father. He was courteous, polite and so handsome.

She hadn’t expected to find him so good to look at, but he was. So different from the men of Gondor, and yet so much better.

To make matters even worse he had a nice sense of humor. He’d helped her to hide from a suitor, had found it amusing that she sicced Captain and another, and she was almost convinced he’d flirted with her a bit the other day.

Maybe that journey would be quite good.

Unfortunately, two days before they were to leave she got bad news, and that was how Éomer found her: crying.

“My lady.” He seemed alarmed. “What is wrong?”

“It is Pearl.” She tried to get her sobbing under control. “My horse. She’s in pain and I don’t know why. The stablemaster said we might need to…” She pressed her lips together, incapable of saying what she’d been told.

“My lady.” Éomer touched her shoulders. She could tell him this wasn’t very proper in Gondor, but she was in no estate to care. “Take a deep breath in.” He asked firmly but kindly. “And tell me exactly what is wrong with Pearl.”

Lothíriel followed his instructions as if she was a child and had forgotten how to breathe properly. “Pearl is hurt.”

“How?”

“I do not know. It is nothing visible, but she’s favoring one of her legs.”

He nodded. “And the stablemaster…”

“He said we need to put her down! She’s not even that old. She was fine yesterday.” She knew she was speaking too fast, she could feel tears coming down her face, but she was truly distressed about this.

“It is alright.” Éomer used his thumb to dry her tears. “Will you allow me to take a look at her?”

“Yes.” She nodded vigorously. “Yes, please!”

“Alright.” He gave her a comforting smile. “I will get my stablemaster to come along.”

For some reason, Éomer made her feel as if things were going to be better. Pearl wasn’t an old horse, it’d break Lothíriel’s heart if they had to…

Her father’s stablemaster grumbled when Lothíriel told him that other people would look at Pearl. When she informed him that this was the King of Rohan, he only seemed marginally regretful. She’d have to talk about this with her dad.

Éomer and Leorif -his stablemaster- went into Pearl’s stall and checked her leg. They discussed the situation in their own language, so Lothíriel couldn’t understand what was being said. However, Éomer didn’t seem too concerned, so she decided to take that as a good sign.

He finally exchanged a nod with Leorif -as if they’d agreed on something. He turned to her. “Her problem is here on her hock. The joint is inflamed.”

“Is that serious?” Lothíriel asked, anxious.

“It could be.” Éomer told her gravely. “But we both believe she can still recover, she’ll just need to be well cared for.”

Lothíriel turned a freezing glare to her father’s stablemaster. “We’ll talk about that later.”

The man hurried out without arguing further.

“He probably wanted to spare himself the extra work.” Lothíriel grumbled.

“Yes.” Éomer agreed, obviously displeased. “Leorif will take Pearl to where we’re keeping our horses here. He’ll take care of her, and by the time we’re back, we’ll see how she is.”

Lothíriel’s leg threatened to give out, so strong was her relief. “Thank you so much, my lord. Truly.” She threw the older man a smile. “You too, Leorif. That is amazingly kind of you.”

The other man nodded at her. “No problem, my lady. She is a beauty, she doesn’t deserve to be put down just because that one is incompetent and lazy.”

“Oh trust me. My father will hear about this.”

Éomer was studying her. “Were you planning on riding her to Lossarnach?”

“Yes.” She sighed. “Now I’ll have to ask one of my brothers if I can take one of their horses.” She rolled her eyes. “But I can guess what their answer will be.”

Éomer hummed, then turned around and asked something Rohanese -which sounded lovely and now she wanted to learn the language. He nodded at Leorif’s answer, then turned back to her. “I can lend you a horse.”

“A Rohirrim horse?” She asked, full of interest.

Éomer chuckled. “Yes.”

“Really?” She could barely contain her excitement.

“Yes, but…” He pressed when he saw the glee taking over her. “It’s important to understand that this is a loan.”

“Oh, of course.” She assured him.

“It’s…” He cleared his throat. “It is just because I cannot gift you a horse.”

Lothíriel frowned. “My lord, I wouldn’t presume…”

“Not because of that, my lady. In Rohan, a man gifting a woman a horse would normally imply… A certain level of attachment.”

“Oh.”

“Yes.” He cleared his throat again. “And I would never…”

“You don’t have to explain y…”

“So just it’s clear…”

“Perfectly so…”

“It’s just that my people…”

“And the gossip…”

“And there’s your father…”

“And you’re a king…”

They both decided to stop talking at the same time. They probably should’ve stopped a while ago, but there they were.

“So…” Éomer clapped. “A loan.”

“It’s very generous of you, my lord.”

Pearl snorted, and Leorif did the same.

Well, that was a bit embarrassing.

***

Notes: Couple of things.

I don’t know anything about horses. I googled common injuries in horses that are non-life threatening, because the only thing I do know about horses is that very often an injury will result in then being put down. This is what Google told me.

Also, apparently the language of Rohan is called Rohanese according to Google, so… There I guess.

Let me know your feelings!

#madame baggio #gifs not mine #fanfiction #posted on ao3 #the lord of the rings #eomer #lothiriel #eomer x lothiriel #not that kind of princess

[arizonapoppy]

Since I did not see the game I do not know any of the titles but I hope I can ask something anyway? (I realize it's not quite the same but)

Will you tell me something about the oldest WIP you have?

Will you explain the title of the strangest titled WIP?

Which WIP are you most excited about finishing?

Hello, Nonny!

Thank you for the ask!

Oldest WIP I have:

The oldest WIP I have is a story fragment of a spy thriller in my Ethnography of Rhûn storyverse. It's one of the very very first things I ever wrote. It involves Ivriniel getting in over her head when she's asked to do a simple task for the mysterious Lord S. I would love to try to finish it some day. It's a lesson in the power of having good hype friends. When I originally showed the very first fragment to my then-writing group, it got crickets. They didn't even say "bless your heart." I set it aside and haven't touched it in a long time, but I've thought about it a lot.

Strangest Titled WIP:

Perhaps "A Dog Too Far?" I don't know if it counts as a WIP any more since I've officially abandoned it. The plot was supposed to be sort of like the movie "Election" where the two teachers Arihnda Pryce and Thrawn have it in for each other. It revolves around the student council's idea to hold a dog adoption fair and she is somehow irrationally against it. They become lovers and it ends badly.

WIP I'm Most Excited About Finishing:

Errr.... all of them? I'm in a bit of a slump right now. I was doing better this fall but my confidence took another hit at Thanksgiving. (It flopped so badly that I took the story down.) Mostly I'd like to figure out the endings to two small ficlets that I started. They are another excuse to write setting and description and get the vibes out of my head. I feel like it would be a small confidence boosting step to be able to post them. Then I could get to work on my other stories. But I just don't know what the point of the stories is.

#asks #wip it good

[theemightypen]

Last Line Tag Game

tagged by my dear @rain-sleet-snow <3

There is nothing--not love, not rage, not fear,--that can make Faramir’s ears go the particular shade of pink that Aunt Ivriniel’s teasing can.

tagging: @cosmonauthill @lesbiansforboromir @heckofabecca and anyone else who needs some inspiration to get back writing today!

#my writing #too wise to peaceably woo #reunion time next chapter baby!!! #tag games

[torchwood-99]

Faramir is concerned about how Éowyn will cope with life in the Gondorian Court. (He should save his worries for how the Gondorian Court will cope with her.)

#Lotr #Lord of the Rings #Faramir #Eowyn #Farawyn

[anghraine]

I just finished the Silmarillion and Faramir and Denethor being Numenor call backs feels waaaay more significant now. Damn. I knew vaguely what happens before reading but now I have a greater appreciation for the sense of scale involved here.

It also means I encountered the first age origins of some of the Stewards names (Denethor, Boromir, Finduilas) I was wondering if you had any thoughts on any connection or relevance to their lotr namesakes? It makes Faramir an even more interesting choice in terms of departure from that tradition (and then Elboron after him, I wonder now about the choice of the El- prefix)

Another Silm finisher! Welcome :D

And yeah, I remember realizing on a first read that something important was going on with the Númenor throwback thing, but reading the Akallabêth and being like "...oh" made it more powerful and complicated in a really intriguing way. And the dream of Númenor's destruction haunting Faramir can be understood without the Silm, but it's definitely more with it.

I think the namesake thing is mostly a Dúnadan tradition that's gone on so long that later Third Age people with those names are more likely to be named after previous Third Age people with those names than directly for First Age ones (it could be both simultaneously, of course, esp if First Age names form a lot of the common "pool" of Gondorian ones). We see those kinds of namesakes in the House of Dol Amroth, too (Morwen, Finduilas, at a remove Ivriniel), and also just some random Gondorian characters (like Húrin of the Keys).

"Our" Denethor and Boromir, say, are most likely named for Steward Denethor I and his own son, the Steward Boromir. But there might have been a lost reference going on with the previous Denethor and Boromir. And I suspect the Ruling Stewards made more of a point of using First Age heroic names than they had before (though they and others did do it outside the Ruling Stewardship) to underscore their royal/heroic origins as they became the functional ruling dynasty.

I don't imagine the choices were always "random First Age name that the parents liked"—potentially some were even prophetic in meaning or in terms of future resonance with the original bearers' lives. There could be other reasons, too. I imagine that the names of Finduilas and her sister Ivriniel reflect some sort of parental or familial preoccupation with the original Finduilas, say. And generally, I think a lot of the choices would have to do with cultural stature in Gondor—which might explain why there are a lot of references to Edain heroes and some to big name Elves, but not to the Fëanorians.

I'm rambling a bit, lol, but I do find it interesting. Faramir's name, far from the insult it's often taken as, is a name of literal royalty. We know that the Stewards before the Ruling Stewardship often took Quenya names to mark their royal origins, as did other families of royal descent (the royal family themselves always did it). So a royal Quenya name is actually weirdly suited to Faramir's role as the Steward/chief counselor/regent/etc for Aragorn, but I doubt either parent knew exactly that would happen when he was born—maybe Finduilas had some flash of insight as Dúnadan mothers sometimes do, though. It's appropriate in meaning for her personally at any rate (fára means shore).

The El- prefix for Faramir and Éowyn's son is very interesting, you're right! Considering Gondorian preoccupation with legends of the past and use of their names, it's hard to think there would be no association with the El- of the royal family of Doriath, including Elros. Faramir is a descendant, if remotely, but bringing that tradition back after thousands of years would certainly be an intriguing choice on his and Éowyn's parts. If it's not an allusion to Elros et al. but chosen for meaning, that's just "star" or (more loosely) "Elf," which is also rather peculiar. The -boron is a pretty obvious reference to Boromir, of course. I'll have to think about how I headcanon that particular one, actually.

Thanks for the ask!

#anon replies #respuestas #anghraine babbles #legendarium blogging #faramir #húrinionath #anghraine's meta #númenórë #long post #ondonórë blogging #elboron

[echo-bleu]

Hi, queer stuff in Dol Amroth sounds very intriguing!

[ID: anon ask saying "Excuse me, may I ask for queer stuff in Dol Armath for 200 please? -@elithilanor"]

Thank you both!

I haven't actually touched this one in a little bit, but it's actually part of my that garden ungrown series (which has one posted fic atm, but the "autistic Faramir" WIPs are also part of it).

In it, recently married Faramir and Éowyn go to Dol Amroth for the summer, and Éowyn finally gets to meet his husband's mother's very colourful family (in which Finduilas was the token cisstraight) in their own element. They are very queer and very neurodivergent.

My headcanons go something like this:

Elphir: bi, married to a trans woman, Ôliel, they got a surrogate for their son and both fell in love with the surrogate and are engaged in a slow burn poly romance

Erchirion: trans man, autistic, ship captain

Amrothos: nonbinary, very colourful, very ADHD, excellent harpist who happens to run most of the Gondorian spy network in Harad

Lothíriel, who thought she was a lesbian until she met Éomer and is now questioning everything

And the generation above who appear a bit less:

Imrahil, very gay except for his late wife, and also the richest man in Gondor, with a passion for fashion

Ivriniel, Lesbian Aunt (tm), also a wheelchair user

Here's a snippet:

“My lady? Or, uh… my lord?” “No!” “Neither?” Éowyn shakes her head. “No, lady is fine, I just meant, please call me Éowyn.” “Oh. My sister has, um, sent me to… advise you, on matters of dress.” “Lothíriel sent you?” “She thought I would be better suited to this particular task than her or Amrothos.” Éowyn frowns uncomprehendingly. Erchirion fiddles with his sleeve, not meeting her eyes. “Lothíriel should probably have explained first,” Faramir comes over to save him. “He’s here to show you how to bind your breasts properly. Thíri was horrified when she saw the way you did it.” Éowyn raises an eyebrow at Faramir, containing her annoyance at his youngest cousin’s meddling. She likes Lothíriel a lot, she enjoys having a friend her own age, even though they have few interests in common, but this is a little too personal. She barely knows Erchirion. “But why you?” she asks him. Erchirion tilts his head, still looking somewhere over her shoulder. “Has that particular titbit of gossip not reached you yet, my lady?” “Gossip?” “I believe even the city’s most tenacious gossipers have grown bored of talking about you,” Faramir snorts at his cousin. The corner of Erchirion’s mouth turns up slightly, and Éowyn thinks that it might be the first time she’s seen him smile.

Ask me about my WIPs!

#echo's fanfiction #that garden ungrown #eowyn #faramir #farawyn #erchirion #dol amroth family #lotr #lotr fic #tolkien

[soulventure91]

🔥 for your dragon age ocs? 👀

jumbo asks from the dragon age!! |

🔥 Give us a list of general likes and dislikes, such as colours, textures, music, weather and other stuff!

Kyran Hawke -

Likes: living her life freely without being under constant observation; her silly Warden baby brother; her disaster family of weird friends and husband [even if she and Anders argue...often...a lot...]; her daughter with Anders, Mara Leandra; not having to hurl fireballs at idiots every day and/or hold up an entire city on her shoulders because no one thinks. More basically: blue, Soft, tavern tunes (ideally dance-able), rain without thunder, jokes and laughter, hugs and cuddles, afternoon sex, Lowtown > Hightown

Dislikes: extremists on both sides of the mage/templar debate; having to raise her voice into shouting matches more than once per day; headaches from any source [natural headaches are often a huge relief compared to political ones!]. More basically: deserts [see: Legacy DLC], cruelty, burned coffee/tea/food, no one laughing at her deadpan jokes

Danica Ivriniel Lavellan -

Likes: Being Dalish; a Certain Inquisition Commander [takes awhile, see below]; rejecting being anyone's savior unless it's earned and doesn't come with a pseudo-religious title from a culture she's resoundingly rejected; designing weapons and armor for her friends More basically: green and silver; Leather; elvhen poetry; clear skies and bright sun; curled up in a library or special isolated spot only a few people know where to find her, morning sex before Cullen's tamed his curls

Dislikes: The Chantry as a political force [Dani was born in Tantervale's alienage; her birth father was killed in one of the Chantry-sanctioned purges when she was three, and her mother married her human stepfather when Dani was five. She ran away from Tantervale at age sixteen to find Clan Lavellan, leaving behind a half-brother. Danica is her birth name; Ivriniel is her adopted clan name. For most of her life Dani hated humans, and it wasn't until her involvement with the Inquisition and developing her romance with Cullen that she could put at least some of her distrust to rest.]; the Venatori; anyone that calls an elf 'knife-ear' or voices disrespect of the Dalish; slavers; fools and being treated like a fool More basically: just treat her like a person, okay, being an elf does not immediately make her [insert various in-universe assumptions about elves]; Dani is more likely to cut someone for a small offense so Just Don't.

#thanks for asking!!! i don't talk my fandom ocs much anymore so is nice to flex em back out!! #dragon age #da: kyran hawke #da: danica lavellan

[emyn-arnens]

trick or treat!🎃

Happy Halloween! You've got me in my Finduilas feelings now thanks to your fic, so here's a little Finduilas and Faramir ficlet for you. ❤︎

The door to Finduilas’ room creaked open, and Faramir’s dark head peered around it. He closed the door carefully, so that Denethor, a little way down the hall in his study, would not hear and worry that her rest was being disturbed.

“I brought you something,” Faramir said. In his hands was a small bouquet of moss roses plucked from the little plant that grew in Finduilas’ garden. He placed the flowers in her lap. They were slightly wilted from the long walk from the garden to her chambers, but Finduilas cared not.

“It was very kind of you to bring me these,” she said, smiling at him. She brushed the bright petals with her fingertips, and longing swelled within her for her home by the sea. 

Moss roses had grown wild and tumbling along the cliffs and shores of Dol Amroth and in her family’s gardens. They had been her favorite flowers since she was a girl, running freely upon the shimmering shorelines and dancing upon the windswept cliffs. Ivriniel had cultivated new colors and kinds, just for her sister, and they had grown in a wild tumult amongst the hydrangeas, geraniums, lilies, yarrow, and lavender that filled their family’s gardens.

Denethor had sent for Ivriniel’s seeds at Finduilas’ request, for she had longed to have some small piece of her home. But the seeds had been planted in too much shade (everything was in the shade when one lived in a city of towering stone), and the plant had struggled to break through the stony soil of the Citadel. And when it had, it had been a sparse, spare thing, drawing what little life it could from the cold stones of the city. She had thought it would not live past a year, but it had, clinging to life as she did in this city of deepening shadow.

“Do you feel any better?” Faramir asked, as he always did. His eyes were large and serious, too serious for a boy of but four years.

She cupped his cheek, warm from the sun and the life that thrummed through his veins. Her hand was cold against his skin. “If you bring me some of these flowers each day, you will make me feel much better.” She pressed a kiss to his brow and closed her eyes. How many more times would she be able to kiss his brow or touch his face? How soon would it be until the flowers he brought her were to be laid upon her tomb instead of her lap?

“I will,” he promised with a voice too solemn for a child his age.

Finduilas smiled and touched his cheek. “I shall look forward to it.”

When he left, the heavy silence of stone filled the room, and Finduilas bowed her head and wept.

— — —

Faramir walked down the marble flagstones of Rath Dínen between the pale domes and echoing halls that lined the street. In his hand he held a small bouquet of moss roses, taken from the little plant that grew on his windowsill.

His mother’s moss rose had outlived her, and when the plant had at last withered nigh unto death and had only one branch that yet lived, Faramir had taken a cutting and consulted the city gardeners and herb-masters. They had told him to plant the cutting in a place of ample sunlight, and so Faramir had placed it in a pot in his window that faced to the West, where it would spend many hours in the golden light of the afternoon sun. The plant flourished as it never had in the shadows of his mother’s garden.

He entered a wide, vaulted chamber where lay the wives and daughters of the Stewards. Many marble tables filled it, and on them lay the sleeping forms of the women of the House of Húrin, carved into stone.

His mother’s tomb stood near the center of the room, marked from the rest by the flowers that lay upon her breast. Her marble likeness was veiled, and her eyes were closed as if she were lost in dreamless sleep.

Faramir removed the dead flowers and brushed his fingertips over her stone hands. They were as cold as her hands had been in her last days, when she had brushed his hair from his face and bid him to have courage. He little remembered now the color of her eyes or the sound of her voice, but he remembered the feeling of her hands, cool and gentle upon his skin.

He placed the new flowers upon her breast, over her folded hands. “I have brought you something of your home, Mother,” he said. And he bent to kiss her brow.

[ask box trick-or-treat]

#so. this was meant to be a double drabble. as you can see it got away from me #lotr #finduilas #faramir #my fic #asks #hobbit wrangler