#Nerdanel’s mother

[thelordofgifs]

forever a bit insane over Maedhros’ mother-name actually. Nerdanel was a SCULPTOR and she named her eldest son well-made like!! the weird vanity!! the way she’s described as “not the fairest of her people” and immediately projects all of this onto her gorgeous gorgeous child!! The fact that maitë is also the root for “hand” like. did she know. did she KNOW. anyway do NOT try to tell me that Fëanor was the only parent fucking those children up because. he wasn’t.

#silmarillion #meta #my meta #maedhros #nerdanel #having Nerdanel Thoughts lately #the view of the child as the extension of the mother’s self #rather than its own autonomous being #the way your art is a reflection of you #and how you should probably not view your child as a work of art #idk I don’t like reducing nerdanel down to a wife-and-mother obviously #but the snippets of her as a mother that we do get are fascinating #especially in conjunction with her as an artist

[finrod-feelagund]

Feanor gets introduced to his parents-in-law

#the silm #doodles #feanor #mahtan #nerdanel #nerdanel‘s mother does she have a name

[isilwhore]

Nerdanel the Wise

#happy Mother’s Day I guess #nerdanel #Tolkien #silmarillion #silm art #silmarillion fanart #feanor

[sillysistersusi]

Not the Son You Remember, but the Man the World made Me

My fanfic for the @feanorianweek day 1: Maedhros

A/N: I am so sorry that this is late, but I couldn't manage to finish it sooner.

Enjoy!

Characters: Maedhros, Nerdanel & Celebrimbor

"You have changed the most." His Ammë's voice still rang in Maitimo's ears.

She hadn't meant any harm, he knew that, but it still affected him. Because he knew that Nerdanel's greatest wish had been for everything to be good again. That everything would go back to the way it used to be. And even if his brothers had changed a little, they didn't seem to have changed as much as Maitimo did.

He no longer had any scars from his torture, the only injury that remained was his missing hand and that was only because it always reminded him that he was no longer there, but there were still scars. But the kind of scars you couldn't see. The kind that was invisible eceryone and yet noticed by anyone who knew you.

Maitimo knew that he smiled less than he did back then, that he no longer radiated the same lightness and kindness as he did back then.

He was not the son his mother remembered, and that was painful.

Sometimes he felt strange, as if he was seeing the world through someone else's eyes and wasn't really there.

"Uncle Maitimo?"

Tyelpë.

Maitimo had completely forgotten his presence. Telperinquar came around once a week, usually Maitimo tried to help him deal with difficult thoughts related to the torture by Sauron, but today neither of them had felt like talking, so Maitimo had made tea while Tyelpë told him about his trip to the forest with Tyelkormo and Írissë last week.

"You are not well." Tyelpë said and put down his teacup to gently reach for Maitimo's hand. "Normally- normally we talk about my feelings, but maybe this time we should talk about yours?"

Maitimo sighed. "I am fine, Tyelpë. No need to worry."

But Telperinquar was not convinced. After all, he had inherited Curufin's acumen.

"Please, Uncle Maitimo, I would like to help you, but I so not know how. You helped me so much and I would like to give you something in return."

Maitimo sighed. He would have preferred to continue saying that he didn't need any help, but he could understand Tyelpë all too well. After Findékano had rescued him, he had felt the same way. He knew how overwhelming the feeling of wanting to give back help could be. On the other hand, Maitimo now knew how Findékano had felt back then and he could understand now why Findékano had been so reluctant to let Maitimo give him something back. It wasn't Tyelpë's Faust that he needed help to deal with these memories.

"Tyelpë, how is your relationship with Curufinwë?"

"Uncle Maitimo, do not change the subject- "

"I am not, trust me." he said a little more quietly than usual, which made Telperinquar falter.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Atya and I are- well. Not like we used to be, but of course we have changed a lot. But we are still a family, so everything's normal between us I guess. Why?"

Maitimo took his hand out of Tyelpë's to rub his forehead. "I think- Well- I am not who I was, you know?"

"Certainly not, how could you?" Then Tyelpë paused and scrutinised his uncle insistently, furrowing his brow and sticking the tip of his tongue between his lips in contemplation, looking incredibly like Curufin. This almost elicited a smile from Maitimo. "Did someone say that to you? You know our family would do anything for you."

"It is not, ah, Telperinquar," he sighed. "Ammë said I have changed the most."

"Is that really so bad." Tyelpë looked down at his hands and out of the corner of his eye Maitimo could see tears in his eyes. "I mean yes, we were hurt, but in the end you have to grow from things like this, do you not? We cannot let that bring us down."

Maitimo looked at his nephew now. He was really incredibly proud of all the progress he had made.

At first, Tyelpë had barely managed to look him in the eye, let alone utter a sentence that wasn't so stuttered that Maitimo had difficulty understanding its content when they talked about sensitive topics.

But he also had to realise that Telperinquar was right in some way. He shouldn't be ashamed of what had happened to him at the hands of others and should concentrate on healing and being happy again.

"Atya felt the same way, you know?" Tyelpë said quietly. "I do not know if you noticed, but in the Halls of Mandos Tyelkormo and he were always avoiding each other. Uncle Tyelko was ashamed that he let his little brother die when he was right there and should have been protecting him, he felt the same way about Uncle Carnistir. However, Atya thought he would avoid him because he had changed so much. That is why he was very sad until they talked about it and came to the conclusion that they still loved each other the same. I would suggest that you talk to Grandmother about it."

Maitimo smiled gently, but then something caught his eye. "You are calling Curufinwë Atya again."

Tyelpë tucked a few strands of hair behind his ears. "We are making progress I guess."

"I think I will try to talk to Ammë about it. "Maitimo sighed heavily. "Thank you for your open ear Tyelpë."

Telperinquar gently wrapped his arms around him. "We are family after all."

~•~

Maitimo found Nerdanel in the dining room, sitting over a sketch for a new sculpture. For a while, he just stood in the doorway and looked at her. The way her red hair shone in the light of the setting sun and the scratching sound the pen in her hand made in the silence around her.

A lump had formed in his throat and his eyes had stung the whole way here.

He didn't know how to start this conversation. His mother and him had never really had serious conversations.

Then his knees began to shake and he had to support himself with one hand on the doorframe. Nerdanel seemed to have seen this movement out of the corner of her eye, because she turned her head towards him and promptly dropped the pen. "Maitimo?" she asked in horror.

He obviously looked more sad and tired than he had thought. His mother sounded so worried and almost sad that tears escaped his eyes.

"I am sorry, Amya. I never wanted you to be sad because of me."

Nerdanel carefully took his arms and led him to the chair where she had been sitting a few moments ago and helped him to sit down. She carefully knelt down in front of him and stroked his cheek with the palm of her hand. "What are you talking about?" she asked quietly and worriedly. "You are one of the reasons why I am happy. Just as all my children make me happy, you make me happy too, Maitimo."

"Oh- " he took a shaky breath. "Even though we have changed? Even though we are no longer the boys you knew as your children?"

He wiped his eyes with his sleeve, but more and more tears came.

"Oh Maitimo." she whispered and gently stroked her thumbs under his eyes. "My dear, good Maitimo. That's not what I meant. Change does not always mean something bad."

Her voice was trembling now and Maitimo thought he saw tears glistening in her eyes.

"I would be lying if I said I did not miss the old days, but all that matters to me is that you are here again," Nerdanel continued gently. "I still love you just the same, but it hurts to know that you were hurt so much and there was nothing I could do to help you."

Maitimo lowered his head onto his mother's shoulder and sobbed quietly. "It is all right," whispered Nerdanel. "Everything is all right now. I am here now and I will never let anyone hurt you like that again. Never."

And so Maitimo understood. Nerdanel had hated his change, not because he had changed, but because she believed it meant she had let her children down by not coming with them. She hated why he changed not that he changed. Because it was a part of him, and she still seemed to love him.

"You are a wonderful mother, Amya," he whispered and kissed her gently on the cheek.

Nerdanel laughed wetly and buried her face in his red hair. "You are back home, so we can make sure everything is good from now on."

"Yes." Maitimo nodded. He felt much lighter now. "Yes, we can do that."

#feanorianweek #maedhros #celebrimbor #tyelpe #tyelpë #nerdanel #maitimo #feanorians #nelyafinwe #telperinquar #mother-son relationship #healing

[enceladian]

it’s a slippery slope from “my TA is interested in learning applied metalwork; he should talk to my husband” to “The Crown Prince Of The Ñoldor Is Marrying My Daughter” 😔

#nerdanel #mahtan #nerdanel's mother #silmarillion fanart #tolkien #// #i do think tuilindo really likes feanáro but i think she has also seen too many of his questionable lab practices for her comfort #technically this is 'headcanon and character construction' but practically it is 'hnnnggg embroidery time' #subcreation #property law

[kanafinwe-makalaure]

Rotating a possible headcanon of Nerdanel's mother being a (minor) Maia of the sea:

The aesthetic of Mahtan being a smith (fire) and his wife relating to water. Frothing at the mouth

(also, since Thingols hair became silver when he married Melian, maybe that's why Mahtan had red hair and a beard??? Maybe??)

Nerdanel having both "fire" and "water" qualities which is why she gets along with fiery boy Fëanáro so well; she both relates to him in the fire aspect but also her presence tempers him/ prevents him from overheating so to speak. Not saying she like babysits him actively, it's more a passive thing, an explanation for why they get along - they're the same where it fits and different where they need to be, all in the exact right places to be compatible (oh I love this pairing!!)

She and her sons inherit small bits and pieces of Maiarin qualities; it's possibly why Nelyo is so tall. It's why Maglor feels such a strange kinship with the sea, and with music (the music of Ea can be heard in the sea after all!). It's why Celegorm feels so drawn to the Ainur - Oromë and, tragically, Luthien - and why Tyelpë trusts Mairon too easily.

This is not the reason Nerdanel is Fëanor's equal, or a great artist, or particularly wise. She is all those things simply because that's who she is, regardless of whether she has Maiarin heritage. I just think the concept is cool okay

I actually really like the idea that elf/Maia pairings could be more common, especially in Aman. I think this makes Melian/Thingol more believable (as something that can happen?) WHILE ALSO not diminishing its status as unique simply because 1) it's probably the only elf/Maia pairing in Beleriand and 2) (in my understanding) Melian has uniquely high status/ is very powerful as a Maia, so she remains Special.

#my headcanons #nerdanel #silm #silm headcanons #Nerdanel's mother #sons of nerdanel #im gonna be tagging them that from now on btw

[sallysavestheday]

Scribbles & Drabbles Self-Promo #2

@fall-for-tolkien's 2023 Scribbles & Drabbles was a delight! There was enough time to compile quite a little collection inspired by the wonderful art.

For fans of my Legolas and his marvelous mother, there's These Soft Threads That Bind Us (G: 750 words), based on Ysilme's gorgeous moodboard Fabrics of the Forest. Young Legolas plans an ambitious gift for his injured mother after her return from Dagorlad.

For Fingon and Anairë fans, there's Shine (G:450 words), based on @lferion's lovely Jumble, in which Fingon is a little magpie with a taste for sweets.

And for fans of Nerdanel and her boys, there's Heart Stones (G: 600 words), based on @lferion's marvelous Nerdanelion, in which the sons of Feanor contribute to a signature necklace for their mother. Typical angst ensues...

If you've enjoyed these, Part 1 of this collection is here, Part 3 is here.

#legolas #legolas' mother #fingon #anaire #nerdanel #sons of feanor #scribbles & drabbles 2023 #nolofinweans

[imakemywings]

           There was a part of Fëanáro that was hurting, and Indis had thought for so long if she could touch that part, if she could ease that hurt just a little, perhaps he would not hate her so much. Instead, she learned how jealously Fëanáro guarded his hurt and how viciously he lashed out in his pain.

           She had thought that if she included him in the growth of Finwë’s family, he would resent her less (“A colorless second-rate substitute,” he had sneered at her once when he caught her looking through Miriel Serinde’s unfinished tapestries, things which no one doubted belonged to Fëanáro, not to Finwë). With Findis, she had thought perhaps there was a chance. When Nolofinwë was born, she knew that chance was shattered. When Nolofinwë was born, and Finwë named him after the fashion he had named Fëanáro, there was a part of Indis that was smug at this seeming defiance of Fëanáro’s insistence that he and his mother were the true flowers of the Noldorin royal house, and Indis and her daughter mere interlopers (Finwë, she thought, meant it to bind them together as brothers). There was a greater part that knew it could only lead to trouble.

           She wished she had asked Finwë to reconsider.

           That was one of the few times she ever recalled Fëanáro fighting with his father—really fighting. He had disappeared for weeks afterwards and never said where he went. After this, he was even more insistent on being called only by the name that Miriel Serinde had given him—anyone but his father who called him Curufinwë was met with an icy stare.

           When he began to court Mahtan’s daughter, the entire house breathed a sigh of relief. He was away a great deal then, and when he returned, it was often whistling a tune or twisting a new piece of jewelry between his fingers or with a far-off look in his eyes. No one in Finwë’s house commented that he was so young to be looking towards marriage already, or that Nerdanel seemed such an odd choice of companion for Tirion’s most eligible bachelor—they were only grateful that perhaps Fëanáro was finding his place at last.

           Fëanáro showed a patience around Nerdanel that Indis had never known him to display outside his work. It was as though she need only exist nearby to bring out the best in him. Indis had even seen them allowing her children to join in on some of their projects and adventures around the palace. With Nerdanel, that rigid, aching knot of tension Indis had seen in him since she’d first met him as a child finally seemed to relax and dissipate. When Indis mentioned to Finwë how glad she was that Fëanáro seemed at last to have found a place he was comfortable, to have someone by his side that he trusted entirely, she was genuine. As difficult as Fëanáro had been with her, she could not entirely banish the memory of him as that child in tears, not comprehending why his mother would not return to him. You may rest easy now, Miriel, she thought. Your child has found peace.

           It didn’t last.

AO3 | SWG | Pillowfort

#indis #feanor #nerdanel #feanel #the silmarillion #tolkien tag #rocky writes #I want to write something more but work is busy #on the one hand Indis still sometimes sees Feanor as a grieving child deeply wounded by the loss of his mother and his father's remarriage #otoh she also grows to deeply resent him for how difficult he makes her life and her children's lives #and ofc Feanor has coalesced all his grief and anger and resentment about Miriel onto Indis #because it's easier to hate her than be angry with his one remaining parent #but I think it wasn't until his exile that Indis really gave up on Feanor ever coming around to her and her children

[sparklecryptid]

Also thinking of the feanorians who got reembodied learning about Anordil and just going ‘:D :D :D WE GET PRINCESS?’

#the light of dawn verse #it’s very funny the first people that greet anordil are 1) her mother 2) Nerdanel and 3) a crowd of feanorians

[thevalleyisjolly]

Six: The Musical but it’s Míriel, Indis, Nerdanel, Aredhel, Elwing, and Celebrían as six women constantly demonized and/or reduced to motherly roles/victimhood by fandom.

#the valley is posting #it's not an exact fit but miriel is absolutely seymour #i feel like boleyn could fit well for aredhel #indis as aragon except demonized for being the one finwe remarried to? #no one really fits cleves or howard #although i guess you could make an argument that in terms of popular reception; both elwing and howard are the most demonized #celebrian as parr fits better than i thought it would #which i guess leaves nerdanel as cleves? her sons are dead but if we're trying to define her outside of motherhood #she's the one that comparatively has the most agency and character outside of being a wife or mother #she's out here making friends with who she likes; working on her craft; leaving her husband when their differences become insurmountable #is this anything do you see my vision

[an-eldritch-peredhel]

Every single post-canon narrative decision I make hinges on if it means Elrond gets reunited with his family. And/or adopts new family. I'm not picky.

#elrond #look he had a really rough time of it the least i can do is to cut him a break after everything #this is why i completely ignore any take in which elves or men don't get to be in the Second Singing #LET HIM SEE ELROS AND ARWEN AND ARAGORN AND COUNTLESS OTHERS AGAIN. LET LUTHIEN SPOIL HER GREAT GRANDSON. #and let maedhros get reembodied! and let maglor sail! #let him get lots and lots of retroactive hugs from earendil and elwing! #let him be smothered by celebrian and mother-henned by gil-galad and thanked *profusely* by celebrimbor! #let him be the favorite relative of literally every finwean! #let his eldrichness be fostered by melian! #let dior and nimloth and idril and tuor dote on him excessively! #let him chat with nerdanel! #let him bird-watch with celeborn! #let him take many many tea times with his hobbitses! #he deserves the entire world and i will GIVE IT TO HIM #did i think up yet another story idea? ...yes #valinor drama is good yes but what is better is everyone uniting over love for elrond

[jockbots]

wips bc my bi ass cant draw the body form then clothes bc im like but the hips the waist how can i hide them that is criminal

#from the top! #fingon #maglor #earwen #a buff lady that my brother demanded i draw #that im calling haleth #anaire #she was going to b part of a collection of the mothers but then i got thirsty over #Nerdanel #a d then my boy #maeglin #silm #m art #posted on main bc they might b something idk im v tired

[nothinghereisworking]

Curufin

Fëanorian Week 2022 - Chapter 6: Let Them Burn

Rated: T Category: M/M Characters: Curufin, Nerdanel Wordcount: ~1,200

Curufin has a confession to tell his mother, and a lie to tell himself.

Bonus Chapter: 

Celebrimbor -  Chapter 8: The Bridges We Burned     

Rated: T Category: Gen Characters: Celebrimbor, Celebrimbor’s Mother, Curufin, Amrod, Amras

Wordcount:  ~1,200

Celebrimbor has always had a troubled relationship with his father.

I didn’t get anything done this year but nothing is stopping me from just reposting last year’s!

#author: cuarthol #tolkien fanfiction #curufin #nerdanel #celebrimbor #celebrimbor's mother #amrod #amras

[mxmia]

mother, mother, mother

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

Rating | Warnings: T | No Warnings Apply

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

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

Word Count: almost 4k

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

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

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

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

Read on ao3!

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

[aureentuluva70]

Nerdanel with Newborn Caranthir! Feanor's POV.

#Nerdanel #Caranthir #Feanor #I love the headcanon of 'Red face' #Meaning a birthmark #So I implemented that into this #Silmarillion #Early mother's day thing? #Sure #Actually pretty proud of this one #A little rough but I like it #Feanorians

[dialux]

if you were a woman whose son and husband abandoned you to go to another land, whose son and husband committed atrocities to get to that other land-- whose actions led you to disavow them, to try to forget them, to try to hate them-- only for your son to realize his mistakes and to abandon his father (your husband, your beloved husband, your husband with whom you shared half your soul until you learned that would never be enough for him) but the thing is by then their story has gone from on the cusp of triumph to verging on complete annihilation and all you can do is pray that one of them survives, that neither is captured by the enemy (that has already killed so many of your family, his family, your family, your family, your family--), that neither starves to death, and then your husband dies in a useless grievous attempt at reclaiming what is his, leaving you alone to watch over the son you could not save (did not try to save) and all of it is likely in vain because the free settlements have dwindled to ash and ruin by then but your son is surviving, still, somehow, until suddenly there is hope from the west-- there is an army from the west-- and the evil is being defeated, and your son can return home, and yet he refuses, he wishes to remain in the free lands of the east, which-- which you cannot deny him, and so you watch him yet again, watch him become a ruler and a prince like all of his kin before him, watch him make things (and relationships, and laughter, and friendships) the likes of which even his grandfather would have called impressive, watch him become someone you are achingly fiercely proud of-- watch him fall in love with a beautiful maia with all of his enormous heart, until that love is betrayed for power, and he is tortured, tortured wholly and entirely and with everything that someone who truly loved him could torture him with, and then he breaks (but only partially) under that torture, and then he dies, and then he dies, and then he dies--

and he who died at the hands of a maia comes to stay in the halls, where only other maiar and valar reside.

so. if you were a woman whose son went through all of that. would you not do everything you could to get him out?

#this is a story about celebrimbor returning to forging and ruling and all that pizazz #but this is also a story about his mother fighting the valar with every inch of power she has #and it's a story about how much you're willing to sacrifice in the name of what's right. #my writing #silmarillion #menielwa makes her GLORIOUS debut in this fic #(eventually). right now we're 11k in and all celebrimbor's done is bitch at nerdanel and drink some of aegnor's pepper grape soup #celebrimbor and the adventures of the howling hut #<-- THAT is the tag for this story xx