#also Caranthir looks a lot like Nerdanel’s mother

[englishlotusflower]

Who Looks Like Who(for Plot and also Angst purposes in some cases, but mostly based off vibes)

Fëanor has Míriel's expressions, her short slight frame, and her elegant nimble hands, but his colouring, his charisma, everything else comes from Finwë

Maedhros looks like Nerdanel, but with a bit of Finwë in him. You can tell from a glance that he's Nerdanel's son, equally so that he's Finwë's grandson. It's much hard to tell that he's Fëanor's son (unless he's in a temper). He has Nerdanel's level head and pragmatism combined with the Finwëan charisma, intensity and general OP-ness, all of which he inherited in spades. It's very dangerous - to others.

Maglor has Nerdanel's nose and eyes, and her vibes of quiet serenity until the breaking point and then quiet pointed fury, but also he looks like Fëanor otherwise. Especially wrt his charisma.

Celegorm looks like Míriel. He has Nerdanel's more solid frame, but otherwise could pass for Míriel's twin. Everyone who knew Míriel is always commenting on how he has her hair, her eyes, her rebelliousness, her restlesness, her temper etc. Part of the reason he spends so much time in the woods is because no one there compares him to a woman who died before he was born.

Caranthir looks like Nerdanel with dark hair, and he has her pragmatism. He does have his father's temper, but he also has A Lot of Indis' mannerisms that he has no idea where they came from Atar. (Indis is a genius with maths, economics, trade - Caranthir learnt everything from her. She isn't proud of much that anyone does in Beleriand, but she is very proud of Caranthir's trade empire.)

Curufin looks exactly like Fëanor, except when he's deep in Crafting Mode - then he looks weirdly like Nerdanel. He has Nerdanel's clear head and her insight, and Fëanor's short temper. He's cruel when he's angry, unlike his dad who rampages indiscriminately, but very much like his mum who always knows how to make it hurt.

Ambarussa are identical, with Nerdanel's colouring and frame, but Fëanor's face. Lightly toasted (or crispy or whatever) has more Fëanor vibes and raw has more Nerdanel vibes. Can't explain it, its just Like That. And also the vibes of Fëanor accidentally toasting the twin more like himself. Delicious

Findis has her mother's golden hair, her father's eyes, and an uncanny likeness to Míriel in her mannerisms that can only come from copying Fëanor. (Does this piss Fëanor off? Absolutely. Will she ever stop? Absolutely not.)

Fingolfin has his mother's eyes and her height, but just like Fëanor his colouring, his charisma, everything comes from Finwë.

Fingon did not inherit his father's height and he will never not be sore about it. He looks more like Anairë than anyone else, but his eyes are indubitably Fingolfin's. His habit of braiding ribbons in his hair comes from Findis - she tends to use bright colours but he prefers only gold.

Turgon DID inherit Fingolfin's height, and just like Fingolfin he will never let his elder brother forget it. HE looks a lot like Indis, if she had Noldorin colouring, and everyone says his more...settled temperament comes from her. It doesn't - Indis is calm and controlled, Turgon has his mother's resting bitch face and icy temper. Everyone just thinks he doesn't because his temper is quiet rather than explosive.

Aredhel also inherited Fingolfin's height. She looks like Anairë if Anairë had the Finwëan dramatic tendencies and charisma. Her idols are Cousin Celegorm and Aunt Lalwen (in that order) and it shows.

Argon is taller than Aredhel. By like...a hair. When he discovers that, it becomes his entire personality for a good week. He is the only one who looks mostly like Fingolfin, but he has Anairë's quiet, deadly iciness rather than the Finwëan over the topness.

Finarfin has his mother's colouring and her calm facade, but in all else he is Finwë writ blond. He also hides a temper under the calm facade, but because he controls it better everyone assumes his dad's temper passed him by.

Finrod has the Telerin chill/friendly factor mixed with the Noldorin dramatic intensity, which leaves him aggressively and pointedly friendly. He looks like his mum if Eärwen were blonde and constantly wore as much jewellery as Fëanor made in a particularly inspired month.

Orodreth got Indis' calm facade, and the Finwëan drama gene skipped him for which he is eternally thankful. He has Eärwen's colouring, and Finwë's bone structure, but everything is softer with Orodreth. He's just very shy and quiet and adorable.

Angrod looks very much like his dad, if his dad had blue eyes. He also got Indis' calm facade, but the difference between him and Orodreth is that for Angrod it is just a facade. He's got stubborness in spades from Finwë, and a backbone of mithril from his mum. She also gave him a healthy dose of common sense. Oh and he got a bunch of mannerisms off Findis that really annoy his uncle Fëanor.

Aegnor...well. People make jokes that he's Fëanor but blond. He's got the charisma, the intensity, the impulsiveness, the propensity for bad life choices, the list goes on. Thankfully, he also has Angrod to keep him from anything too awful.

Galadriel has Indis' height, her strength, her colouring and beauty, and a temper that wouldn't look out of place on Fëanor himself. She also has her mother's competency (which comes from the same place as Lúthien's ability to take down the two biggest bads without breaking a sweat). It's a rather dangerous combination.

Lalwen is...herself. She's got her mother's height, her father's charisma and his colouring, but mostly she's just Lalwen. Bold and laughing and utterly done with her family's drama.

#feanor #nerdanel #maedhros #maglor #caranthir #curufin #celegorm #amrod and amras #ambarussa #fingolfin #anairë #fingon #turgon #aredhel #nolofinweans #feanorians #finarfin #earwen #finrod #orodreth #angrod #aegnor #galadriel #arafinweans #finwe #finweans #house of finwe #miriel #Indis #silmarillion

[welcomingdisaster]

thinking about a discussion i saw this morning (please accept these very half developed ideas!) and i do think that part of the reason that the silmarillion fandom pays less attention to female characters (outside of misogyny, which is also a huge part of it) is that basically every single woman is a wife, and most of them are mothers?

i can't help but notice that the majority of popular male characters are unmarried and childless (looking at ao3 statistics, with the notable counter-examples of elrond, who is very often a child in fanfic, and feanor, arda's most divorced elf). which is possibly because many of the most influential male characters in the silmarillion are unmarried and childless, but it does feel a little disproportional.

some very disorganized thoughts on this phenomenon, presented with very little confidence because i'm just bouncing ideas around:

queer ships are far more popular in the fandom as it stands now, because it is heavily queer, and there is very little woman-to-woman interaction in the silm. the majority of the most popular m/m ships are based on some meaningful interaction between the characters. many of f/f ships involve characters that have never met (indis/miriel, finduilas/nienor) or have very limited interactions (thuringwethil/luthien). ------------ this does not explain, however, why m/m ships between people who have no interactions at at all (erestor/glorfindel, celebrimbor/maeglin, etc) routinely get more attention than f/f ships.

basically every woman's story is defined in relation to her husband's (and usually children). idril, i think, is the semi-outlier here (and to some extent aredhel). but even then -- the majority of the male characters, even if they are married, have a lot of story outside of their marriage/relationship (so much so that characters like finrod, fingon, and angrod can go from married with children to unmarried in some drafts have very little changed!). can that be said of any married female character in the text? i don't think so. once a woman in the silmarillion marries and has children, the progression of her story is almost always defined very heavily by her relationship to her husband and children. fingon rules the same and dies the same whether or not he has a wife and son -- idril's story would be very different without tuor and earendil. feanor gets to do a lot of things after his marriage to nerdanel -- fingolfin does very much after his marriage to anaire. both of the women disappear from the story once their marriages are no longer relevant. ---- here i will note that some male characters ARE heavily defined by their relationships to their families. turgon, whose motivations are very heavily based around the death of his wife and protecting his daughter, comes to mind. so does thingol, whose wife and daughter are equally central to his story. that said, neither of those characters is popular in fandom.

to expand on the previous point: characters whose main stories are romance stories, including male characters, do not tend to be very popular. earendil has just under 700 works on ao3. beren has just over 500. (elwing and luthien, for reference, have just over 700 and 800 respectively). despite our love for shipping, the fandom seems to be disinterested in parts of the book with a heavy romance focus. is it possible that the fact that nearly every single woman having a prominent romance arc "turns fandom off" them?

only four unmarried women come to mind as counter examples (watch me miss someone obvious). these are finduilas, haleth, findis, and lalwen. findis and lalwen are footnotes that disappear quickly from the story without being given much to do (which doesn't stop us with erestor or caranthir, but still). finduilas, despite being unmarried, is heavily defined by a tragic love triangle. haleth is the notable exception -- i would say she is more popular in fandom than many women, but less than most male characters. the only real explanations i can give for her getting so little fandom attention is misogyny/bias, the general fact that humans in the silmarillion get less love than elves in fandom, and and possibly her having little connection to any of the other popular characters outside of caranthir.

that being said, i do still think misogyny/the general fandom tendency to ignore female characters in favor of male ones is responsible for a good chunk of the difference. i also really welcome feedback on these thoughts because i feel very uncertain of them. the more i think about it, the more i can find counter-examples and outliers to a lot of the trends i'm talking about here -- perhaps i overgeneralized. is there no coherent analysis to be drawn here?

currently leaning in the direction of "this is a vague but not all-encompassing trend in the text, which affects fandom to some extent without explaining the preference for male characters and m/m ships entirely."

#can you tell i'm procrastinating schoolwork LOL #lena speaks #the most tentative of metas #is this even coherent. does this say anything meaningful

[swanhild]

Oh, what's Moryo and Mahtan about? Do you have a snippet or headcanons about their relationship you want to share?

Both of you asked about the same WIP, so I'm combining this:

Moryo and Mahtan is a WIP that has been languishing in my WIP folder for a while and I never quite had the inspiration to really flesh it out, but it's about Caranthir feeling a bit insecure about his worth and capabilities (in comparison to the rest of his family), and about his place in the family in general.

Thankfully, he has Grandpa Mahtan, who is a comforting presence in his life and always manages to make him feel better.

This is based on a headcanon I have that Caranthir in particular is close with his mother's side of the family (along with Maedhros). He is very much the middle child and strikes me as someone who'd at times get a little overwhelmed by all the chaos at home, so he occasionally likes to escape to his grandparents. Also, he is said to have inherited Nerdanel's complexion, so I headcanon that he favors his maternal side of the family in looks quite a bit as well. Not a lot of basis for this headcanon I'm afraid, but it's one I've grown attached to.

This is fun, thank you for the ask @polutrope and @grey-gazania!

#dash games #my WIPs #caranthir #mahtan

[caliawen]

Sweetheart

Pairing = Caranthir x Reader

Genre = General audiences

General ratings = fluff (pure fluff <3)

Content warnings = none

Reader’s gender = no explicit gender

Word count = 1,9k

Notes = I’m baaaack! I hope you enjoy this fic! Love you all <3 Here are some words you should know before you read = nityanésa means ‘little sister’, yonya means ‘my son’, ammë means ‘mother’

Caranthir had always been a grumpy elf. However, those who knew him knew that this was a facade. Caranthir, in reality, was a gentle and thoughtful elf. He became embarrassed when you called him out on it and would snap at you while blushing, but he secretly felt proud. He took good care of you and you knew it, even if he didn’t like to acknowledge it.

~~~

You were lazing about in Nerdanel’s workshop, waiting for Caranthir and his mother. She had asked you and her son to pose for her so that she could sculpt you both together. It had been an honor to be asked and so of course you accepted. You were giddy about spending an entire afternoon with Caranthir, for you had had a big crush on him since you two met.

You came out of your thoughts as you heard voices coming your way, recognizing Nerdanel and Caranthir’s voices.

“Come on, yonya, it isn’t that much of a big deal!”

“You don’t understand ammë, it’s (Y/N)!”

“What is wrong with (Y/N)?”

“Nothing! And that’s the problem!”

They both stopped arguing as they saw you sitting and looking at them awkwardly. You hoped they weren’t mad you had accidentally overheard them talking about you. Caranthir seemed to blush and frowned, looking at the floor. Nerdanel smirked and gestured for the two of you to take place. You were sitting on a chair, practically glued to Caranthir’s side.

The whole of the afternoon, you talked to Nerdanel and Caranthir, having a good time overall. You laughed a lot and smiled until your cheeks hurt.

When you had said your goodbyes to the mother and son, you went to the market to buy something to eat. You spent a good amount of time there, watching as Laurelin waned and Telperion waxed. When you came home, you were surprised to see beautiful and delicate flowers sitting in front of your door. A letter was attached to their stems. You took it, curious and read the words ‘Pretty flowers for an even more pretty elf’.

You blushed and looked around for any clue of who the sender was. You were a bit disappointed to find that the sender had left no clue as to who they were.

~~~

The next morning, you went back to Nerdanel’s workshop, to continue the statue. You were surprised to find Caranthir already there and holding something. You peered curiously at him before approaching.

“Hello, Moryo.”

He jumped a little, seemingly coming out of his thoughts. He blushed hard as he saw you.

“Hello, (Y/N)” he smiled gently.

He seemed to want to say something, before he simply blushed and held out his hand. In it was your favorite fruit. You looked at him, surprised.

“For me..?”

He simply nodded his head in response. You smiled and took the fruit, thanking him.

Nerdanel arrived then and you spent the rest of the day chatting with the both of them. Curiously, Caranthir seemed chattier today.

~~~

When you arrived home, you were surprised to see a box in front of your door. Excited, you quickly got inside your house and sat at the dinner table. You quickly opened the box, gasping as you saw what was inside. A beautiful gold necklace sat in the box and it was decorated with beautiful rubies. You reverently picked it up and put it on. It fit you like a glove. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, giddy at the fact you were given a gift by a ‘secret admirer’

~~~

The next day when you arrived at Nerdanel’s workshop, you were surprised to see that she was already there, sweeping the dust.

“Lady Nerdanel..?”

“Oh! Hello dear! Today I am not going to continue to sculpt. My husband is taking me out on a date in the countryside!”

You smiled, happy for her, but also disappointed you wouldn’t have an excuse to spend time with Caranthir. Nerdanel smirked as if she had read your thoughts and said :

“You can always ask Moryo to hang out with you, dear.”

You blushed, feeling as if she had seen right through you. You nodded and left quickly, searching for your crush. You found him sitting in the gardens, weaving. You called out to him, excited to see him again.

“Good morning, Moryo!”

He was startled and hid what he was working on behind his back. You tilted your head, confused, but let it go.

“Good morning, (Y/N)… what are you doing here?”

You rubbed the back of your neck, suddenly sheepish.

“Your mother told me that she wouldn’t sculpt us today, but I thought that maybe… we could, like.. still hang out…together..?”

You almost cringed at your awkwardness. Caranthir was becoming alarmingly redder by the second.

“I… would love to.”

You smiled, relieved that you hadn’t made a fool of yourself in front of him.

~~~

You had a wonderful day with Caranthir. He had bought you food in town and you had gone to see an art exhibition. You were surprised to find that Caranthir was actually hilarious and knew exactly what jokes to make to make you laugh. You had found your thoughts strayed more than once, your eyes falling to his beautiful smile. You wanted to kiss him so bad. Your cheeks hurt with how much you were smiling.

Before parting, Caranthir gave you a beautiful hair ornament. It was beautiful and was clearly of professional making.

“Moryo! This is beautiful!”

“I’m glad you like it, (Y/N)..”

You looked at Caranthir, confused when you saw him sheepishly avoiding your eyes. You looked back at the ornament and finally realized that the style it was made in looked a lot like Curufin’s style. You blushed, realizing that Caranthir must have asked his brother to create something for you. Your heart fluttered and swelled with affection.

“I love it, Moryo…”

Before leaving, you took your courage in your hands and chastely kissed Caranthir on his cheek, before basically running away, giddy.

~~~

Today was the day, you decided. It had been two months since Nerdanel had started to sculpt you and her fourth son. You and Caranthir had gotten closer as the days had passed and you were confident you were good friends. Well, you couldn’t be sure for certain because you and Caranthir hadn’t really talked about what you were.

While you walked towards Fëanor and his family’s home, you thought back about how you would confess your feelings to Caranthir. The night before, you had brainstormed ideas by yourself and chosen your words carefully. You really hoped your confession would not destroy your blooming friendship with your crush. You thought back to Caranthir, his handsome face, seemingly soft lips, his long and luscious hair, his intense yet gentle eyes, and-

“Hello Nityanésa!”

You were startled out of your thoughts by Celegorm’s voice, calling to you from the entrance of his home. Celegorm had always been like a big brother to you and teased you often about your crush on his brother. By the way he was dressed, you guessed that he was going to hunt.

“Hello, Tyelko.”

Said elf smirked and looked at you with a weird glint in his eyes.

“Good luck!” He said, before walking away.

You looked at him, mouth hanging open in shock. Was your decision to confess to Caranthir written all over your face? How did he know?! Or perhaps he didn’t and was trying to-

You were once again startled out of your thoughts as the twins ran past you, shouting a quick greeting while going down the stairs. You didn’t have the time to respond that they were gone.

You took a deep breath and went to find Caranthir in the library, as you had both agreed on meeting there yesterday. When you opened the doors, you heard Fëanor talk with Caranthir. Curious, you stayed still.

“Do not worry, yonya. Everything will be fine.. I have seen the way she looks at you.”

“If you say so, dad…”

You decided to let your presence be known as you heard Fëanor start to walk towards the doors. As he walked outside, he smiled at you kindly. When you looked towards Caranthir, he was blushing and looking at you in a way that made your heart skip multiple beats. You had not realized before, but what you felt wasn’t a simple crush. You were in love with Caranthir. He had carved himself a place in your heart and lived permanently in your mind. You had fallen hard and fast.

You looked into Caranthir’s eyes and you swore you could cry. So much adoration and love was in them, it made you overwhelmed.

“Hello, Moryo..”

“Hello, (Y/N)…”

You both looked at each other in silence. When you opened your mouth to speak, Caranthir beat you to it.

“(Y/N), you have been a constant in my life these last few months and I’ve enjoyed every single second I passed by your side. You are a wonderful person and beautiful inside and out. I… don’t really know how to say this poetically, but I fell in love with you, (Y/N). I love you.”

You looked at Caranthir, admiring the blush that graced his face, ears and neck. You then smiled and talked.

“I love you too, Moryo. You are an handsome and extremely kind elf. I love everything about you.”

When you were finished, Caranthir took your hands and gently pulled you to a table near a window, before sitting down. Something was hidden under a piece of cloth and you peered curiously at it. Caranthir gestured for you to remove the cloth and you did, before gasping loudly.

Under the cloth was a weaved red and gold tunic. It was intricate and one of the most beautiful piece of clothing you had ever seen. On top of that, it was extremely soft and seemed comfortable.

“I wanted to give you a gift and I finished this yesterday, so I thought I could give it to you today.. if you don’t like it, it’s fine, I can always-”

You spoke before he could get even redder.

“I love it! It’s so beautiful! Did you make this?”

Caranthir nodded at your question. You beamed at him and got up, before moving slowly to him.

“Moryo, would you like to be in a relationship with me?”

“Of course!” He quickly said, eyes wide and full of joy.

You smiled at him before leaning in, hearing him take a sharp inhale of breath.

“Can I kiss you..?” You whispered so that the atmosphere would not be ruined.

“..yes, please.” He murmured.

You leaned in and kissed Caranthir, butterflies exploding in your stomach and your heart beating faster. Caranthir gently put his hand on the back of your neck, deepening the kiss and making you feel hot. You broke the kiss however, when you heard a small thud outside the window. You and Caranthir looked at each other, before looking outside, only to find Caranthir’s brothers spying on you.

“I told you not to stand so close to the window, idiot” said an amused Maglor.

“Shut up, I didn’t ask for your opinion” responded an irritated Celegorm.

“Well, you got your answer. Now pay up.” intervened Maedhros.

You watched, aghast, as the brothers exchanged money, some laughing, some grumbling.

You looked back at Caranthir, who was both embarrassed and fuming. You laughed and kissed his cheek, before leaning onto his chest while he slightly relaxed. Yes, Caranthir was a sweetheart. Your sweetheart.

End notes = please forgive me if you see any mistakes 🙇‍♀️

@theladyvanya (please do tell me if you’d like to stop being tagged in my stories <3)

#the silmarillion #caranthir #moryo #moryofinwë #x reader #caranthir x reader #moryofinwë x reader #fluff #love #crush #best mom Nerdanel #best dad Fëanor #so much fluff #sweetheart

[silmaspens]

Don’t mind me I’ve just been playing fast and loose with family trees :)

#I’ve got some thoughts that I just had to visualize #I didn’t double check name spellings sorryyyyy #each family has an adopted human #I think I like the idea of Aegnor having more silvery hair #also Caranthir looks a lot like Nerdanel’s mother #while Celegorm looks like miriel #yeah I’m rolling with daeron being Luthiens brother #I’m a fan #and Orodreth is Gil-Galad’s dad #I like the idea of the youngest son of the youngest sons son being king #wow that didn’t make any sense #a lot of these relationships are Pushing It™️ #I’m not gonna tag everyone #house of finwe #finweans #feanorians #nolofinweans #arafinweans #house of Thingol #my art #silm art #silmart #silmarillion #I also considered making Glorfindel findis’ son #but I did not

[animatorweirdo]

Feanorians reaction to their adopted sibling....

(Here it is! Feanorians reaction to their adopted sibling. Since this got asked few times, i made this for you. Please emjoy!)

Warnings; none, just chaotic domestic life. 

Oh, if you haven’t read the original headcanon imagine getting adopter Nerdanel, click this...

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When your mom decided to adopt a new sister in the family while you and your brothers were causing war crimes and kinslaying over some shiny jewels.

The sons of Feanor were awkwardly standing, looking at you with silence. You were also awkwardly staring at them, not knowing what to say. 

When your mom said her sons came back, you prepared to meet your seven older brothers and welcome them. 

However, this was awkward. 

They were at least centuries older than you and intimidating. You're like a tiny runt, compared to them. 

"Uhm..." Celegorm started, trying to figure out a way to break the silence. 

"You wanna beer?" He asked, holding a bottle. 

"She's 1100! (Or whatever is the elven equivalent of 11 years old)," Maglor said. 

"I don't know! what am I supposed to do with that!" Celegorm defended himself. 

Boys started arguing while you stood there awkwardly. 

Nerdanel and Feanor were watching this from the table. 

"You know, I would have appreciated if you told me you were going to do something like this," Feanor looked at his wife. "Why? Weren't the silmarils more important?" She asked while taking a sip from her teacup. Feanor stood quiet, not sure how to answer that. "You refused to spare me one son from your ridiculous oath, so what I was gonna do when you all left me all alone in our empty house was none of your business," She said. "And I can do what the fuck I want, so deal with it," She added. Feanor sighed. This might have been inevitable. 

"And besides. I was fine having three sons then you failed to give me a daughter four times in a row. And last time, you gave me twins," Nerdanel stated. "So now we have a daughter, so you better get used to it because it doesn't matter if you like it or not," She added. Feanor exhaled. If the situation was different, he might have objected, but Nerdanel now had the power to send him back to Mandos, so there was no arguing with her. He might as well get used to having an eighth child now. 

How your lives changed after that awkward meeting. 

-The boys were shocked when Nerdanel brought you along to meet them and thought their mother moved on and had a child with another, but Nerdanel quickly dismissed that. She didn't have the energy to go through something like that again. 

-Adoption was easier. 

-You were intimidated and nervous to meet them. You have heard about the kinslaying and the crimes that happened. People talked about them a lot, so it wasn't a secret. 

-You're also used to the life when it's just you and mom, so you were also nervous about how your lives were gonna change with them coming back. 

-The first meeting was awkward, and no one knew what to say. Luckily, it changed when you all went home. 

-One of the boys had to switch rooms since you took it for yourself. Others were fine with it if you took one of their room. Celegorm and Curufin are the only ones to sulk about it if you stole one of their rooms. 

-You and Nerdanel were used to doing things by yourselves, so Feanor and the boys needed to adapt to your lifestyle. Without servants. 

-It was domestic chaos at first. Maedhros, Maglor, and Caranthir were the only ones who knew how to do chores. The twins were hopeless at first. Celegorm only knew how to make a mess, and Curufin had too much pride to touch anything dirty. 

-Nerdanel, however, had the command over the house, so one strick yell is enough to make Curufin do his chores. 

-Amrod and Amras were the first ones you got along with very well. 

-Since they were no longer the youngest of the family, they decided to take their new roles as older brothers seriously and treated you well. 

-They even help you with chores most of the time. 

-Even though; they were hopeless when it came to basic chores. They're used to living in the wild, hunting things. So you have to teach them a little. 

-You might have become their new partner in crime when it came to pranks. 

-Maglor and Caranthir were next you got along with very well. 

-Maglor was welcoming and made some effort to treat you like family. 

-You absolutely love his music, and he sometimes sings to you when you have a hard time falling asleep. 

-Caranthir was a bit unsure at first but treated you well and made some effort to get to know you. 

-You were fascinated by his knitting skills, so you two bonded over as he taught you how to knit, and you two would talk about a lot of things. 

-That then led you two to give your works as a gift to Nerdanel, who was happy that you two got along. 

-You two shared some things in common and loved mom, so you two got along like bread and butter. 

 -Celegorm and Curufin were more difficult to get along with. 

-Celegorm was a bit more on the wild side and loud, while you liked peace and silence. 

-Curufin was a bit mean and had too much pride, so you ended up mostly avoiding him. 

-Celegorm does try to have a good relationship with you, but his teasing can be too much sometimes. 

-You did like Huan, so that was a good thing. 

-Huan was very welcoming and kept Celegorm out of your boundaries.

-You might have considered stealing Huan for yourself, but he was a good boy and remained loyal to Celegorm despite the incident with Luthien.  

-Celegorm got his head out of the clouds, and couldn't stay mad at his canine friend, so the two made up, and it was all good in the end. 

-Maedhros was a bit tricky at first. It wasn't that he didn't like you. He still felt guilt for every bad thing he committed in the past. 

-You were pure and innocent, so he tended to avoid you. He did treat you well and offered his help if you needed any. 

-So you had to make some effort to get close to him. 

-Since Nerdanel taught you to be more empathic with others, you wanted to help Maedhros with his guilt and trauma. 

-So you spend some time with him in the late afternoons with blankets and warm drinks you made for him. Nerdanel once used this method to comfort you, and it usually worked, so you decided to do the same. 

-You ask him things about middle earth, and he would tell you stories you would find fascinating. 

-It made him feel a little better, and slowly he began warming up to you. 

-He appreciated your effort to help and started avoiding you less. 

-You could always count on him if your other brothers were troublesome or too much for you. 

-One thing boys had to learn was that Nerdanel was on your side if it came to arguments or quarrels. 

-They have to think twice before crossing you because all it takes is you aggressively painting a mess on the face of their statue and mom comes right yelling. They don't have her favor like all those years ago when they were younger. 

-And as an extra. The individual has to wash their statue from the paint. 

-Nerdanel was more strict with them, so you could literally get away with anything. 

-Not that you would do anything to upset her. You love her too much to do anything terrible. You fear her disappointment more than anything. 

-Feanor was another who mostly avoided you. 

-He didn't dislike you. He just didn't know how to interact with you. 

-He was glad that Nerdanel was happy with you, so he doesn't want to ruin that for her. 

-The oath caused him to have a strained relationship with Nerdanel, and even his sons were sour with him. 

-Things would have been better if he didn't go crazy about the silmarils, and he realized that too late. 

-So he doesn't want to have another soul to despise him for what happened. 

-However, you wanted to try to help fix things up a little because watching your mom and Feanor interact was sometimes painful to watch, especially when your mom was super snappy with him. 

-The atmosphere was also like they got forced to live under the same roof. 

-So, with the help of your brothers. You all worked together to ease the tension between them and help love each other again. 

-It was a lot of work, but the tension lowered a lot, and Feanor's risk of ruining his marriage became low. 

-The two still had some quarrels, and Nerdanel was still the boss. Feanor then made some effort to be welcoming and treat you like family since you technically saved his marriage. 

-He then considered you were not too bad and very talented in painting. 

-When people heard about you, they were worried since Feanor had eight children now. 

-Luckily, most of the people know you're Nerdanel's adopted daughter, so they were pretty chill about it. They were more interested in how your family drama will turn out. 

-So you don't get discriminated. No one really dares to because that one time when someone insulted you, Nerdanel came to your defense and threw an epic fit. 

-No one insults you under her watch. 

-So people were more afraid of your mother than your father and seven brothers. No one knows what she would do if something terrible happened to you, and no one is eager to find out. 

-So you were safe from rumors and discrimination. 

-You met Feanor's half side of the family before, and they're all good to you. 

-Anaire was still your favorite aunt, and you respected Fingolfin, who was kind and thanked you and Nerdanel for caring for his wife. 

-Your favorite cousins are Fingon, Argon, Aredhel, and Finrod because they sometimes kept you company before your brothers came around. 

-So no one in your big family minds if you were adopted. They pretty much got used to it having you around. 

-And they rather not go against Nerdanel since her temper grew spicy since first age. 

-People do find you confusing. You don't seem to share the same temper as your family, but unknown to them. They were wrong. 

-You are calm, most of the time, but after your brothers came to live with you and mom. You were pretty easily pissed off when annoyed enough. 

-You get annoyed if you get pranked too much. 

-No one is allowed in your painting room and touch your stuff. 

-You get snappy if someone laid their dirty hands on your paintings.

-And that one time, Celegorm pissed you off big time because he kept teasing and didn't leave you alone, so you grabbed one of the paintings and smashed it right into his face. 

-His head went through the canvas, and then the whole family burst into laughter. 

-The painting was a portrait of a woman, and his head went through the spot her head should be, making it look like he had boobs and a body of a woman. 

-You were more annoyed, though. You realized too late that was a commission from someone. You had to start the thing all over again.

-You know how to control your temper most of the time, but if someone was to witness your anger fit. You could easily be mistaken to be actually related to the feanorians.  

#silmarillion x reader #silmarillion headcanon #nerdanel x reader #feanorians x reader #feanor x reader #child reader #tolkien #feanorians headcanon #maedhros #maglor #celegorm #caranthir #curufin #amrod #amras #feanorians x sister reader #silm fic #nerdanel headcanon #sibling reader #adoption #silmarillion fanfiction

[effervescentdragon]

Finwean descendants as things me and my friends have said at one point or another

(Idk if this has already been done, but here, and its a bit long.)

Celebrimbor: I will either write out the whole of liver compensation mechanism or drown my liver in methanol, there is no middle ground.

Maedhros: He's like, sexy and scary. Sexy when he's in his doctors coat. Scary when he starts talking about post-mortem dissections like he's talking about winning a bag of gold. Whic is also kinda sexy. Also, I may not be as straight as I thought I was.

Aredhel, probs about Galadriel: Her imagined suffering makes my girl-parts tingle. What are you suffering from, bitch, your parents paid for you to spend a month in fucking Tuscany?!

Fëanor: If I figure out a way to intravenously give myself caffeine I will be a God. In fact- *starts muttering calculations*

Turgon: *grabs my chair and turns me around to start examining my neurological reflexes* *ignores me, then mutters* I think you may be dead.

Celegorm: *takes a baseball bat, climbes on a table and breaks a bird in cage chirping thing we bought for laughs* THE FUCKING BIRD WOULDNT SHUT UP SO I SHUT IT UP PERMANENTLY!!

Finrod: I will NOT tell you where I've hidden that abomination of a curtain! You all are peasants and have NO STYLE, IT LOOKED LIKE IT WAS MADE OUT OF VOMITED KIDNEY STONES!

Finarfin: *wakes from an impromptu nap on a textbook* OH MY GOD I FORGOT TO FEED THE FROG! *goes back to sleep* (he has no frog)

Galadriel: Not to be a bitch, but-

Aegnor: Every time you say that, we know you're definitely being a bitch.

Angrod: The BIGGEST bitch, in fact.

Fingon: I will let you put glitter in my hair and beard only if you promise to bring me the biggest bottle of your grandmas homemade shampoo there is, and an even bigger bottle of your grandpas schnapz.

Elrond: So you mean to tell me you're gonna choose? Why? Just bang them both, non-monogamy is a thing. The best thing ever to be honest.

Caranthir: Nope, I'm not playing cards with you assholes anymore. You *points to Curufin* keep cheating, you *points to Maedhros* are drunk, and you *points to Maglor* dont even know the rules of the game!

Curufin: Do you think if I tweak my stethoscope a little I can overhear their strategy through the door?

Idril: And then I told him "I dont need you to have this baby, it's my fucking baby, and I have inheritance, and a LOT of it!"

Maeglin: I am going off to fucking Russia and everything there will be fucking amazing and I will finally be appreciated as I should be! (when he came back after a year, spoilers - it wasn't)

Amras: You know what? Fuck this printer, and fuck all of you *takes the printer and throws it through a window, where it smashes on the ground*

Amrad: Well I aint cleaning that shit, brother. Also, I'm your ride home, and im going in 10 minutes, so chop-chop. *sips coffee*

Fingolfin: Ever since we got the third kid, I legit have no time for pop-culture anymore. The last thing I watched was 5 mintes of Guardians of the Galaxy porn parody, and then the baby started crying and I lost my will to live.

Lalwen: Is that the one you sent me over email?

Anaire: Yup :)

Lalwen: Damn that was good.

Anaire: *whispers* I'm sending you the Captain America one I found tonight. That one's even better.

Findis: Gods I'm just? So pretty?

Nerdanel: Could you please stop looking at yourself in the mirror and hold this fucking pipe so I can fix it before it bursts?

Gil-Galad: As the president of this club-

Celebrimbor: We're a commune.

Galadriel: Also who voted for you? I sure as fuck didn't. I voted for me.

Elrond: I love you, honey, but sit down. We're a democracy.

Celebrian: None of you understand. If I don't go and get drunk tonight, I won't be able to fake an illness tomorrow, and my mother wants me to meet the son of her friends so we can "hang out", and I have the ORL exam on Tuesday, and I dont care how much money that dude has, I'm not dating someone my mother thinks is appropriate! So fucking drink, I didnt bring this gin for you to look at it!

Maglor: You may think you're good at this. You aren't. I, on the other hand, am amazing at this. *deepthroats an icecream* No gag reflex, bitch. OH FUCK, BRAIN FREEZE!

#effervescentdragonrants #silm shitpost #tolkien shitpost #lotr shitpost #tolkien #the silmarillion #conversations with friends #finweans #feanorians #nolofinweans #arafinweans #feanor #fingolfin #finarfin #sons of feanor #maedhros #maglor #caranthir #curufin #celegorm #ambarussa #turgon #fingon #galadriel #aredhel #finrod #elrond #idril #maeglin #ereinion gil galad

[tilions]

Height Headcanons for the Finwean siblings (+ wives because I couldn't stop myself)

for @tolkienfamilyweek day two - siblings

Note: This is meant to entertain, don't take anything said here too serious, though I will fight for my tall boy Finarfin agenda. Also if there is any form of measurements mentioned I will do the world a favour and use the metric system, sorry Americans out there

...

General order: Finarfin → Findis → Fingolfin → Lalwen = Fëanor

first off all all of them are tall by elvish standards

In Fëanor's humble opinion Lalwen is just the least worst sibling because they're literally the same height and he doesn't feel like she mocks him when they're standing next to eachother

Reasons why he feels the others are mocking him (even though they totally don't):

a) Finarfin and Findis are like always there when something for once is out of his reach and make the mistake of - brace yourself - offering help

b) Fingolfin is just unfortunate for being the exact same height as their father (sorry buddy but Fëanor has enough problems with you looking so much like dad and now you're also as tall as him. not. fair)

Off-topic but: Lalwen has the habit of just picking any of her siblings up and carrying them around if so desired, doesn't matter that they're taller than her

all of them find is kind of funny, even Fëanor isn't pissed because honestly he does the same thing with Nerdanel and the kids, can't blame his half sister, carrying people around is fun

honestly everyone has carried everyone over their shoulder at some point but Lalwen does it the most

Fingolfin is just like two centimetres taller than Lalwen and Fëanor in terms of actual height but his hair is just so ridiculously poofy that he seems almost as tall as Finarfin (same goes for Finwë if he isn't wearing his hair in braids)

Findis is as tall as and looks a lot like Ingwë, and while the two of them find it hilarious the royal court of Valmar (and Tirion) always has to do a double take before approaching either of them

It doesn't help that their voice range is almost the same too, yes either Findis has a very deep voice or Ingwë a surprisingly high voice

Finarfin has a hard time with about every door in Tirion due to the fact that he hits his head about everywhere he goes. Finwë had the official law for the average height of doorframes changed because of this exact reason (which proofed to be not enough once Argon had reached his full height poor guy)

honestly once he got his growth spurts he found his new personal archenemies in Tirions architecture which is exactly why he moved the Alqualondë (the Teleri have a thing for overly high doorframes and ceilings)

also Finarfin was the tallest of the Noldor until the next generation reached adulthood then he suddenly ranked fifth being the same height as his own daughter

think about it once everyone leaves he regains the title

Lalwen and Findis have the least issues with their height and Fingolfin would too if that wasn't one more thing about himself that got him hate from his older brother

Fëanor probably invented high heels at some point out of pure spite and because he wanted to be taller than Finarfin but was completely incapable of wearing them

he gifted the first fully functional pair to Anairë on her wedding day so that "she would at least be able to kiss her husband without having to stand on her tip toes" (he needed a wedding present ok? Nerdanel made him get one)

Speaking of Anairë: the wives of the Finweans ranked by height: Nerdanel → Earwen → Elemmírë → Anairë

Elemmírë and Findis are married I don't make the rules

Nerdanel is tall but still not as tall as her husband (their genes combined are what gets them Maedhros, all the others turned out about their own height or a bit shorter *cough* Caranthir *cough*)

Earwen certainly inherited her uncles genes which she passes down to Galadriel but sadly her mother was beyond short and so she got a good mix in between, slightly above average height

Elemmírë is totally average in height and has a thing for tall women, good for her that Findis is, by the time they're married, the tallest woman of the Noldor

Anairë is short, like if she and Tuor would stand next to eachother he'd be slightly taller than her and that says something - she loves tall men though and with her newly acquired pair of high heels she is at least able to look her husband in the eyes

compared to a normal sized human like me they'd all be giants though. I'm talking about a more or less twenty-five centimetres difference between myself (172cm) and Anairë (ca. 197cm)

#tolkienfamilyweek #tfw2021 #tolkien #silmarillion #feanor #fingolfin #finarfin #findis #lalwen #anaire #earwen #elemmire #nerdanel #finwe #finweans #my shitty headcanons #anti extra short feanor agenda #dude is tall not the tallest but tall #anyone want a version with the grandchildren?

[jengajives]

Part four Caranthir is a dick

Part one

Part two

Part three

Up close, Daeron noticed that the Fëanorian dinner table was smaller than he’d imagined; granted, he had been imagining a cartoon rich-person table with about fifty seats at it, and it was big, to be sure, just not as big. There were maybe fifteen chairs pulled up, each of them carved of twisting metal and dark wood to match the elegance of the dining table. A stream of red silk ran down the middle. No food was set out yet, and now that Daeron thought about it, he couldn’t imagine any of these people making their own meal. He’d seen Maglor attempt to cook before, and it had not gone well; judging by the established patterns of behavior, the rest of his family would be much worse. The help would probably bring the food out once it was all done.

What a bizarre thought to pass through his mind.

Five of the chairs were occupied, all at the nearest half of the table. Two redheads sat talking back and forth, apparently blind to their surroundings and dressed in almost identical, expensive-looking sweatshirts; a frowning man with deepset eyes and hair of the deepest auburn, so dark it was almost indistinguishable from black, dressed in a silken suit that gleamed violet in the sunlight (Curufin took Celebrimbor from Daeron and took a seat at his side, looking smug); a tired red-haired woman who sat with her arms folded, a drawn scowl on her face; and, of course, the one Daeron assumed to be Fëanor himself, comfortably seated at the head of the table and weighing Daeron with his silver gaze. The family resemblance hit Daeron hard. Fëanor’s face was almost identical to Curufin’s, but he had Celegorm’s sharp jaw and Maglor’s eyes. He also saw the compact build on the red-haired twins, and there was something in the brow that Fëanor shared with the man in the suit. A bit of every son present there, except for Maedhros, who seemed to take after his mother. Unlike his boys- indeed, unlike almost any Noldo Daeron had ever met- Fëanor wore his black hair cropped short and close to the skull, without braiding of any kind. He didn’t look like a particularly nice man.

“Maglor,” he said, and a smile crossed his face that did nothing to put Daeron at ease. “Glad you could make it.”

“Hey, Dad.”

“Hello, dewdrop.” The woman smiled, too, but Daeron liked the look of hers. He got the impression he was going to like Nerdanel. Her skin was brushed with dark freckles, and her nose was crooked, but she had a warmth to her where Fëanor had only intensity and heat.

Maglor put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently.

“Everyone, this is my boyfriend, Daeron. Daeron, this is my mom and dad, Caranthir, Amrod, and Amras.”

One of the redheads rolled his eyes. “Last again.”

“I was hoping you all wouldn’t mind speaking Sindarin tonight?” Maglor seemed to be staring at Caranthir as he spoke. “Switch it up a little.”

Nerdanel looked like she was about to say something when Caranthir interrupted.

Just hearing his voice, Daeron got a bad feeling about him. Too calculated and much too smooth.

“Why should all of us have to speak a lower language just to cater to him?” He glanced at Daeron and there was a dismissive flash in his inky grey eyes.

Maglor took a step forward before Daeron even had time to process how offensive that was, and put an arm protectively in front of him, apparently on instinct.

“That’s pretty rude,” he said. His voice was calm but the glare he gave his brother certainly was not. “We all speak Sindarin. It’s not a big deal.”

“Can your friend not speak Quenya?” Caranthir glared right back. “I thought the Dark Elves had finally picked that up, but maybe that’s an overestimation on my part.”

“Lay off, Caranthir, seriously-“

“I just don’t see why he can’t use our language if we’re his hosts.”

“My Quenya is fine,” Daeron butted in, though of course he knew his accent was all off. He understood it a lot better than he actually spoke it; he just didn’t want to cause a fight over this. Maglor was too staunch a defender. Daeron didn’t want him to feud with a brother over this.

“Fine might be too generous a word,” Caranthir said. He looked mad. Daeron couldn’t fathom what had possibly set him off.

“That’s too far,” chided Nerdanel; her use of Sindarin didn’t go amiss. Her son grumbled and flicked out his phone instead, and Maglor’s fists somewhat relaxed.

“We’re happy to have you, Daeron.” Fëanor had a very good voice, and his Sindarin was flawless. Daeron suddenly began to understand this man’s popularity; he might not look friendly, but he sounded like an ally. Simple as that. “We don’t get Grey Elves very often. And since your Quenya needs improvement, we are all happy to share your language. It’s no difficulty, is it, boys?”

No one answered him. The twins were whispering to each other, checked out, Curufin had a stupid, knowing grin on his face, and Caranthir was still pouting.

“Quenya needs improvement.” He should be grateful I even bothered learning this much. Stupid language.

“Thank you,” Maglor said shortly, glaring at his brothers.

He pulled out a chair and motioned for Daeron to take it, which he did, rather hesitantly. Caranthir was still staring at him, and it felt as if Fëanor was trying to pick him apart with his eyes. He shifted uncomfortably as Maglor sat down beside him.

“Food is almost ready- where’s Nelyo?” Fëanor looked at Maglor like he thought he was hiding Mae in his pocket somewhere. Mags only shrugged.

“Upstairs, I think.”

“Got another mysterious phone call, did he?” Curufin smiled smugly. “Any clue who his secret lover is yet, Mags?”

“I didn’t realize I was supposing to be investigating.”

“Course you are. You’re his favorite.”

“Mae is entitled to his privacy.”

“Sure, sure. You think it’s one of the Valar again?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Fëanor spoke firmly, putting an end to any speculation. “Nelyo knows better than to tangle with that lot.”

“One of them would be better than a Sindar,” Caranthir said. It was quiet, but not quiet enough; he’d meant for Daeron to hear it.

Maglor had really neglected to mention how much of a dick this one was.

“Did the Sindar do something to you?” Daeron asked as politely as he could manage, ignoring the way Maglor gripped his thigh in a clear signal not to engage. “If we did, I’m sorry, but there’s no need to generalize like that.”

Caranthir met his gaze, cool but undeniably angry. There was a slightly purple tint to his storm-colored eyes.

“Don’t like Dark Elves,” he said in a particularly chilling voice. “Bad for business.”

“That’s good, because I’m not a Dark Elf.”

If this smug little bastard wanted a fight, Daeron would give it to him.

“Babe…” Maglor said, tugging at his arm.

Caranthir looked like he was about to stand up and start laying into him, so Daeron braced to get to his feet, but the boiling tensions were somewhat lessened when Maedhros came into the dining room. Initially, it looked like he was out of breath from taking the stairs too fast, but his face was also a bit flushed, and a strand of hair that had been up a few minutes ago was loose and clung to a line of sweat on his forehead.

“Sorry. Am I the last one here? Didn’t mean to keep anyone waiting.”

“Celegorm is still outside,” Maglor offered. “Daeron and I can go get him.”

“No, don’t worry about it. I’m already up.” Mae flashed his tired smile and vanished again; Maglor looked very worried about it. He knew Daeron was close to chewing his brother out at the dinner table during his very first family visit, and that wouldn’t exactly be a good look, but before he could think of another excuse to relieve tensions, his mother did it for him.

“Caranthir, stop glaring and leave our guest alone. We’ve agreed to leave politics away from the dinner table, yes?”

“Like we ever do that,” he grumbled.

“Shape up. You’re a grown man and more than capable of putting on a courteous front for a few hours.” Nerdanel folded her arms, and Daeron was stricken by how muscular she was. The biceps strained against her sleeves- it was a miracle she even fit them in at all.

Caranthir looked like a scolded puppy, but still he whined, “But I-“

“No. You owe Daeron an apology.”

A long silence. Caranthir looked like he’d rather kill Daeron then apologize to him, but his mother kept him locked in a death stare, so eventually he caved in and grumbled, “Sorry.” It was not very convincing.

“It’s fine,” said Daeron in a clipped voice. It wasn’t fine, but he would rather Maglor’s family not hate him, so he could pretend. It seemed to put Mags more at ease, at the very least.

The skittering off claws on hardwood indicated the arrival of Huan and his master, and as Maedhros and Celegorm took seats on either side of their mother, Fëanor said something about eating, and the smell of something fragrant with herbs drifted in along with the small herd of cooks and servers. It smelled a bit too much like poultry for Daeron’s tastes. He got the feeling the Fëanorians would not approve of his not eating meat.

This whole thing was starting to feel like a really bad idea.

#jenga makes junk #fic #modern au #maglor #daeron #daemags #maglor x daeron #feanorians #feanor #nerdanel #maedhros #celegorm #curufin #caranthir #amrod #amras #starting to feel a litttttle crowded here

[feanorianethicsdepartment]

Do you have any personal headcanons about Celebrimbor's mother and her relationship with Curufin? I always thought that it's weird we don't have even the barest information about that considering Celebrimbor's unique position as the only next gen Feanorian. (Sorry if you already talked about this somewhere!)

thanks for the ask! i have, but i'm not going to pass up an opportunity to blather on about my ocs for several paragraphs

curufin's wife (she lacks a name because i hate giving characters names and will delay it until i absolutely have to) is noldorin, she lives in valinor in the years of the trees. i haven't thought much about her family, but i suspect they're middling nobility at the highest the did-valinor-have-social-classes debate is a whole different rabbit hole. she's a metalworker like her husband (she probably specialises in a slightly different subcategory but idk enough to say what) and is a member of the same tirion artisan guild. it's in that context that they meet and begin their Intense Crafting Rivalry

you know that trope where a pair of rivals are so obsessively devoted to one-upping each other it's blindingly obvious that what they actually want is to kiss? that's them, that's their relationship. their specialties are just similar enough they do a lot of the same stuff but just different enough their approaches tend to be radically divergent. what starts as the two of them trying to prove the superiority of their own artistic circle or whatever evolves into them trying to show up him/her specifically, s/he's wrong about x and i know i can do better, why does my family keep asking if we're dating yet????? their competition gets absolutely ridiculous in ways only a pre-scarcity society can get, like building an entire fountain out of solid silicon specifically because he said she couldn't do it (he actually said shouldn't but screw him (not literally cousin oh my valar))

but yeah. their relationship grows an undercurrent of the-only-one-allowed-to-push-around-my-archnemesis-is-me, and they find themselves fighting back to back (occasionally literally) when tirion guild politics takes a turn for the tirion guild politics. they just slowly come to trust each other, more than anyone else, and soon there comes an appropriately dramatic moment for them to suddenly kiss. they're still always trying to out-craftself each other, celebrimbor grows up in a house that's about 70% forge to the background noise of his parents insulting each other's work, but they're comfortable with each other in a way neither of them could have imagined in the early days, and when things get rough they always have each other's backs

things do, in fact, get rough. maglor won't meet his wife until beleriand, caranthir's relationship with his spouse slowly falls apart along with the political situation in tirion, but curufin's wife is loudly team fëanor. she suffers from an acute case of finwean spouse disease, she thinks going to middle-earth to build their own world is an awesome idea, she's deeply embedded in the tirion artisan scene with an entire social circle as think the same way, and when the inevitable civil war flares up she'll probably be even more eager to fight the fingolfinians than her husband. she goes with him and their-still-pretty young son to formenos, and when the trees get eaten and fëanor does the speech she prepares for the adventure of a lifetime

then, alqualondë. i stand by my conviction that nobody on the noldorin side walked in planning to steal the boats, let alone murder the teleri, but it was dark and the world was ending and everybody had sharp things. like everybody else involved in the first kinslaying, curufin and wife got caught up in the battle because somebody shouted 'they're attacking us!' in the distance. she is at first more trying to stop them from stabbing her, obsidian fishing spears glancing off ornamental steel, but then she lashes out and she hits someone in the chest and -

there was this recurring trope in her and her husband’s endless mutual critique. she’d create something beautiful, artfully devised and elegantly constructed, showing off a whole ton of design principles and doing things with the material no one had ever done. he would look at it skeptically and go ‘okay, but what use is it? what is it for?’

red liquid running down the fuller of the exquisite sword she forged herself, light guttering out of another elf’s eyes as he coughs up blood, she knows, sure as once were the light of the trees, what the piece of metal in her hands is for

the next few moments are a blur. she threw the sword into the water, she knows that. somehow she wound up running out of alqualondë, tears streaming down her face, as buildings burned and people screamed behind her. she found a concealed spot by the road, tore off her armour, peeked outside, and watched. when the fires were dying down and the boats were clearly gone, she mustered her courage and went to save her family

in the centuries to come, very few people believe celebrimbor when he tells them his mother tried to get his father to come back by, among other things, appealing to his better nature. nobody believes that it almost worked. but curufin was still only starting out on the road to hellbeastery, and his wife was his eternal partner-in-crime. right there at the beginning, staring out over a burning city, she saw where the road the noldor were walking would eventually lead them, no matter how much they tried to deny it. no dreams could be worth that, she told him. no ideals. and she was always the idealist, wasn’t she?

she was. maybe that’s why he, who had so very few ideals to mark his path, refused to abandon this one. their discussion rapidly devolved into a screaming argument half the camp could hear, much like curufin’s last argument with celebrimbor, centuries later. soon enough, though, it became clear that he wouldn’t turn back, and she refused to go on, and neither of them could change the other’s minds. the only thing left between them was celebrimbor

celebrimbor was eight (-ish in elf years), and completely freaked out, and eight, and knew almost nothing about what was going on, and eight, and had grown up listening to his grandfather’s dreams, and eight, and was surrounded by adults who very loudly thought going to middle-earth would solve all their problems, and eight, and couldn’t tell why his mother was abandoning them. panicking, on the spot, he buried his face in curufin’s smock to wipe away his tears. when he looked up, she was gone

so yeah, curufin’s wife went back with finarfin, that’s why she didn’t go to middle-earth. she initially stayed with nerdanel because almost everyone else on both sides of her extended family remained by (and later burned) the boats, i’m only just realising the horrible curufin argument probably wasn’t even the only one she went through that night, jeez. also she really needed a hug. the sun rose, alqualondë started rebuilding, and she ended up head of her and her husband’s former mutual craft guild, mostly because nobody else with the skills to do it was left. decades turn to centuries, news slowly filters back from beleriand, and her worst nightmares are proven so awfully right

probably the biggest emotion she feels towards curufin in the aftermath is betrayal. they were partners, in every sense of the word, they took on the world and they did it together, using their constant competition to drive each other to ever greater heights. they listened to each other, they trusted each other’s judgement, and she knows he understood the point she was making. him continuing on anyway, and diving face-first into the void - the elf she thought she knew would never have done that. as time passes by, the grief and the loneliness get subsumed by a deep abiding rage. if she ever sees the thing her husband let himself become again, she’ll throw a welding torch in his face

but that anger, that heartbreak, none of that applies to her son. when the hosts of valinor began gearing up for war - she’s the leader of tirion’s most prominent metalworking guild, she can’t not go. while they’re unloading supplies and siege equipment and stuff onto the isle of balar, she happens to pass by this relatively short dusky-skinned noldo hauling some smithing equipment about. as soon as he gets a proper look at her, he gasps. she looks back in confusion, and then she meets his eyes

later, she’ll hear his tales of his adventures in the hither lands, all of the hardships, yes, but also all of the brilliance. later, she’ll learn about the person he’s grown into, someone she can be unreservedly proud of in his choices and works. later, they’ll talk about the future, about his ambitions of making his grandfather’s dream come true, but with open hands and a light to be shared with all the peoples of middle-earth. for now, though, she wraps celebrimbor in a massive hug, and lets the tears flow down her face, because no matter how much they’ve lost, no matter how deep the darkness around them, right here and now, her son is alive

#my terrible ocs #ask #minkasartyplace #curufin #celebrimbor #assorted textual ghosts #noldor #look with all the shit that's gonna happen to tyelpe the least he deserves is a hug from his mum #i was gonna write that he ~never saw her again but then i realised there's no way she wouldn't join up with the war of wrath army #she was aware of the possibility that the nargothrond thing was a front and he'd been as corrupted as his father #she was studiously ignoring that possibility until if and when it became relevant #which it didn't #i feel like seeing the person celebrimbor became softens her opinion on the exiles #probably makes up with some members of her own family #anyone who's involved in the later kinslayings is still bad people though #she glosses 'feanorian minions' as 'target practice' #she's a reasonably prominent leader of the noldor what stayed behind #specially the ones who would have been feanorians if they'd gone #which is a proportion of the population that shrinks and shrinks as the ages roll on. by the third age she's middle tirion's craft granny #in the kidnap-dads-all-the-way-down au she's perfectly happy to mother celebrimbor's sisters #sometimes i think about making her part-telerin but i feel that undermines her choice after alqualonde #half wanna write an au where baby tyelpe stays with her now #jk i do not have the time #but i had a lot more to say about her than i expected. thanks for asking!

[violetnatelley]

The Oialëa Series - House of Fëanor Headcanons

It’s the family you must be looking for. I admit I enjoyed going through this, especially the weird aspects. Again, I will be editing this whenever I find a time and thought of something stupid or funny to add to these characters.

SPOILERS FOR ANYONE WHO HASN’T READ UP TO THE END OF PART 2 OF CHANGING OF THE SONG. SO BE WARNED.

Fëanor / Dr Finneas Cuthbert: 

Has mommy and daddy issues.

Just generally has issues.

As Fëanor, he actually didn’t mind kid Fingolfin and Lalwen but never really got to know Finarfin until he was grown up and just didn’t like him for being manipulated by the Vanya and looking too much like Indis.

He made sure his children knew about Miriel.

Supports heavily Women in STEM and LGBTQ+. He funded a lot of charities to support them and is a patron in his university’s societies for Women in Engineering.

He does have connections with government bodies, especially after being targeted in Project Insight back in 2014.

He almost won the Nobel Prize for Physics for creating...basically Silima.

He’s worked as a consultant with the Avengers and former Shield agents, researching new materials and unknown alien technology.

Yorkshire Tea is his favourite, all the other ones can suck.

He’s actually a good dad at the start but went kind of off tangent after the Valar started questioning his family and the legitimacy of Finwë's children and his role as heir. Also Morgoth was an evil douche and manipulated him and his family...and stole shiny jewels.

Bisexual, he laid with perhaps quite a lot of people back in University as well with anyone with a doctorate (brainy is the new sexy).

He let Findis name his new writing system Tengwar.

He has caught his sons using the Palantiri as balls.

He learnt Russian so he could get to know his wife in her first life.

Nerdanel/ Natasha Romanoff:

Unlike her first life, she did all she could to know her birth father but struggled to get to know her mother.

She tried to recreate peanut butter when she began to remember who she was as Natasha.

All of her lullabies and songs to her children were all in Russian.

She has a Russian nickname for all of her sons.

Morverulóra means Black Widow in Quenya.

She told all of her sons her story and the Avengers like some fairy-tale.

She has a favourite despite hiding it very well: Caranthir. That’s because he’s the most emotional of all of them and shares the most empathy. 

She has taught both Lalwen and Findis ballet, both as a dance and a fighting style.

When they married, Nerdanel urged Fëanor to add hidden ducts around their house. She did this so she could make her future children learn like Clint Barton.

Bisexual

Finds alter ego and temper to be a turn on, considering she liked Banner and now Fëanor. For women: she liked girls with a nice spicy side.

Her wax seal is the symbol of her name.

Since she can make her sculptures come alive, she uses them to help her with chores around the empty house she now has.

Maedhros:

Russanarmo is the elvish version of his earth title: the red wolf.

He has experienced clubbing, especially gay club hopping.

He and MJ enjoy discussing some questionable topics during the events of Peter's exposed identity. He still has her on his contacts and likes reading her articles about unique crimes.

He did bring the Gucci slides at some point in Rivendell and wore them around his room.

He and Andrea(Andreth) do meet up from time to time (not for therapy sessions) but actually to not feel lonely and talk about their exes (or lovers, it's a bit of a vague thing for both of them).

He has had his prosthetic hand stolen from him many times, one by Illyria (as a joke) and the other from Shuri (for 'research purposes').

He let’s Illyria, Darcy and Monica use his hair to practice braiding and shows them some Noldorin styles for them to try as well because it reminds him of his brothers doing it as well.

His sword he made on Earth is part vibranium.

Can speak Russian.

Gay and only gay for Fingon. No one else. Just that smol bean.

When he’s invited by Illyria to visit Morgan Stark, he’s reminded of being with his brothers and is so patient with her.

His favourite part of Earth is seeing the tropics and the deserts because they didn’t have anything like that back in Arda.

Hates mountains and anything to do with chains...you know why.

All of his siblings have at least bit him once (even Illyria) + Elros.

Maglor/Lokachari:

The only person alive to know The Ancient One’s real name.

Knows a lot of languages during his little sorcery life.

The poser of the family and can actually to the Widow pose.

Dramatic af and would break into some Taylor Swift sad song vibe as soon as you mention about the Kinslaying or the twins.

The Tolkien’s always sends him a small trinket or a bag of cookies for Christmas as he always keeps an eye on them from afar.

He made sure Natasha was okay during a mission, always keeping away but close enough in case she might die.

He always sent presents to Illyria during her first years in Kamar-Taj, one being the Red Panda she names Mae.

During the World Wars, he pretended to be a doctor and healed people. People just started calling him Jesus resurrected.

Maglor has met Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes during WW2 and does admit: Captain America has a good a**.

In all the realities and universes he’s seen, he has once been a part of the Fellowship as a minstrel.

A fan of Enya but definitely felt that the LotR movies could have added another 12 hours of content.

Has mixed feelings with Eurovision.

Asexual

Actually tried to redeem himself after the Oath, carried a Silmaril even though he was damned goddammit, suffered having to live through hundreds of realities just to find a happy ending to mould his reality into and overall had to let go so many people he fell in love with again and again.

He wept when Lúthien forgave him just before she passed away as Edith Tolkien.

Celegorm:

When he apprenticed with Oromë, he snuck Aredhel and Curufin in for one of their annual hunts. 

Despite what his mother says, he always leaves a trail of mud through the house after a week out in the woods. Nerdanel makes him clean it with a tiny brush.

He had a fling with a lot of elven women and even showed interest to Aredhel, but he never really thought of anything romantic.

He gained the power of the silver tongue and persuasiveness from his father, but having the sort of cheek from his mother.

Despite making the most stupid and unredeemable mistakes, Lúthien understood the struggles the both shared and respected each other. But guy still was a dick.

He has a long time feud with Angrod when it comes to one upping him with skill and power. But he would beat him after Angrod met Eldalotë and had a grandson who became High King the longest. Sad times for Tyelko.

He was the one who actually introduced Eldalotë to Angrod and he always mentions it to him because of it.

Bisexual and would flirt would anyone.

Good at public speaking, but shares a brain cell with Curufin.

Caranthir:

The only one who can decently do the finances for their family.

Nerdanel’s favourite and remind her of Bruce Banner.

Demisexual after figuring it out with Haleth.

He is good with languages and picked up Russian the fastest.

He would have killed Eöl for doing all the shit he did to Aredhel and wouldn’t even bat an eye. No one does that to family. *Dom Toretto enters* 

He loved Haleth for her fierceness and pride and was the proud boyfriend until they decided to break up.

He and Haleth chose to part not because of the war but because Caranthir loved Haleth too much to make her stay and Haleth loved Caranthir too much to mourn for her when she dies of old age.

When he found out Haleth passed away with age, he lost it and decided to just follow Celegorm and Curufin’s idea to take the Silmaril back from Dior.

Caranthir died thinking of Haleth and wondered how their lives would have differed if she stayed.

Curufin:

The Tolkien Token Straight.

The ‘genius’ out of the brothers and generally only tolerates Celegorm, Caranthir and Maedhros.

Most like his father in both character and temper and appearance. But he always had a soft spot for his wife.

He met his wife during his apprenticeship with Aulë, where Aþyare was one of the maids who cleaned the workshops.

Despite being a bit different in character, he really does love his son and felt betrayed when Celebrimbor refused to leave with him. He regrets it to this day and wants to make amends with his mistakes.

He’s that type of husband who would ask for his supersuit.

In Valinor, he usually brought Celebrimbor to his workshop and showed him how the forge worked.   

May be smart and talented, but when it comes to common sense: he shares a brain cell with Celegorm.

Amras & Amrod:

Amras tried to do the Black Widow pose but terribly.

They look the most as Nerdanel and had the similar stature as her. 

They are incredible with ballet and why they are the most agile...until Sirion and the Kingslaying. 

When they meet the Peredhil Twins, they taught them the seven levels of pranking.

Rumours have gone around and now Amras or Amrod have a lovechild called Tauriel and not just because they’re the only redheads.

When Illyria told them that Tolkien didn’t know if one of them died in Alqualondë, Amras and Amrod began making jokes that one or the other is just a ghost going around and terrorising the entirety of Lindon.

If they met with Elladan, Elrohir, Kili, Fili AND Merry and Pippin, Dagor Dagorath would have begun the moment they met.

Celebrimbor:

Pansexual because he literally fell in love with a tree (wait no, that’s spoilers), a rock and some dumbfuck who put a ring on it.

Despite controversy, he did babysit Celebrían when they were in Eregion.

He made Celebrían's first ever circlet which was silver with mithril gems dotted about like stars.

He fell in love with Elemmírë when he taught her how to make her swords, but he didn’t say anything because of Glorfindel and Ecthelion and especially his uncle Turgon. 

He and Narvi were insane in everything they came up with, having a whole section of the guildhall and library just dedicated to their drawings and concepts. 

He made the war circlet which Gil-Galad wears up to the fight between Sauron.

Celebrimbor taught Elemmírë how to make circlets because they were the only things she could make with her scarred and numb hands.

Aþyare:

Once was a part of Aulë's household.

She fell in love with Celebrimbor during one of the festivals.

#headcanon #silmarillion #lotr #feanorians #house of feanor #tolkien #lord of the rings #the oialea series #notes #fanfic #ao3 #fanfiction #maedhros #marvel #mcu #crossover

[tolkien-fics]

Please, may i request a human!reader who’s been gifted by immortality courting Caranthir and meeting his family, including the cousins?

Word Count: 450

Pairings: Caranthir x Human! Reader

Trigger Warnings: N/A

Plot: Reader finally meets Caranthir’s family.

A/N: So I didn’t have much of an idea for this one, plus been going through brief writers block but I really wanted to do this.

“Will they like me?” You asked, quite nervous about meeting everyone.

“Don’t worry so much.” He gave a reassuring squeeze of your hand.

You couldn’t help it, and the nerves only got worse as you both approached the villa in which Caranthir’s family lived. A guard opened the doors and you both walked through.

You couldn’t help but be in awe of how it all looked: Concrete walls, spiral bookshelves and stairs. It was so much different from what you knew as a human.

“They’ll be having dinner by now, come.” He let go of your hand and led you to the dining hall which was connected to the kitchen. With a polite knock, he walked in and entered, nodding his head for you to follow.

Well, you was expecting his brothers, father and mother. But not his cousins, also.

Caranthir sat down at the table, and you sat next to him. The cooks were just coming around with trays of food, letting everyone pick what they wanted.

“This is Y/n, the one I’ve been courting.” Caranthir stated.

“It’s good to meet you, Y/n.” Nerdanel gave you a smile. Fëanor hummed, “Yes, certainly.”

“Ah, so this is the poor human that has to put up with you?” Celegorm smirked.

“Brother.” Maedhros reprimanded. “It’s taken much thinking for Caranthir to introduce them to us. Be kind.”

“I am!” Celegorm chuckled, drinking some wine.

“So Y/n, what do you like to do?” Maglor asked.

You paused before speaking. “Well, I help my mother out with our farm. It’s not big, but enough to sustain us.”

Amrod and Amras chuckled, earning glares from Caranthir.

“How lovely.” Nerdanel said. “What animals do you have?”

“We have chickens. But we grow a lot of vegetables ourself. Sometimes Father sells them at the market.”

“It is certainly different having a farmer in the family.” Fingon said.

“They’re not married yet.”

Caranthir didn’t seem to be paying them any attention. He ate quietly, not butting in the conversation.

“Have you and Caranthir done anything?” The sudden question from Amras made you nearly choke on your drink.

“Telvo.” Fëanor warned.

“I am asking a reasonable question.” Telvo grinned at you. “That would make you both married.”

“I think the customs are different for men, Telvo.” Maglor answered.

You couldn’t answer, taken aback by the conversation so much that you forgot your meal. You held the fork above your plate, looking between brothers as they spoke.

“It’s best to ignore them.” Caranthir whispered to you.

When the talk had died down and they moved onto something else, you smiled at Caranthir and gave him a slight nudge. He looked at you and smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

#the hobbit #lotr #lord of the rings #the silmarillion #lotr elves #lotr x reader #feanor #caranthir x reader

[squirrelwrangler]

this is sort of a followup to my numenor question but why dont you like the first miriel? you gave lots of attention to all the other elven women even those only mentioned by tolkien previously, so miriel þerinde seems to be singled out? i am also not sympathetic to feanor or his kids mostly, but miriel exists a lot independent of their posthumous views of her and theres loads to explore without them! you did give nerdanel a lot of love too so im not sure why miriel specifically gets your ire

There's a few posts on miriel deep at the start of my blog - and then relatively more recent ones where I espouse the merits of miriel/daeron and have her as a minor supporting character to interact with Aegnor the Ghost Bounty Hunter. But to go into detail again:

from my very first read-through of the Silm back in 2003, I instantly honed in on Indis as my favorite, with honorably mentions of Dior, Elwing, and Tuor among others. Fëanor about the time he drew a sword on his half-brother had lost the last shred of sympathy or interest and i was waiting for the book to kill him off- which it did do mercifully soon after. So, I read fanfic and HoME for a few years after, still in the early 2000s, and the shipping war/2000s anti-female character mindset means that to find fic sympathetic to Indis and Miriel is hard unless it's f/f. And circa 2013 tumblr there is rather infamous hardcore miriel fans that not only hate indis as a character but write some ugly meta/fics. So i struggle to try to separate miriel from her fans. And like nerdanel, there is a VERY obvious subset of fans that because they like the sons of fëanor, the only female characters that they deem to bother with as worthy is nerdanel and to a lesser existent Miriel and maybe Aredhel and if they ship Haleth with Caranthir (-_-). They only cared about characters that orbited their small number of favs, while claiming that their picks were more feminist. Nerdanel only as 'angry grieving rebel on behalf of her sons and husband railing against the Valar'. So best to just avoid. It didn't help that HoME outlining Miriel's personality was making it obvious as 'root of feanor's personality traits that explain why he's such a piece of work' - miriel's resistance to change and her pride so that she refuses to admit that she errored and change her mind. Also as a Sindar fan, the line in HoME about miriel having silver hair felt like cheap two tree/silver and gold medal symbolism that contradicted the silver hair was a sign of the Sindarin royalty and something that Feanorian fans ran with so that their favs had yet another thing to claim as theirs and ignore the much larger cast of characters in Arda. So, miriel in the cuivienen era fics weren't doing it for me (well, most of that sub-set weren't) and neither was the miriel/indis fics (mostly the same thing), though i was trying to like them. Therefore Nerdanel/Indis was like a supernova revelation to me - aha, this is the f/f indis ship i wanted all along. and miriel was the put on a pedestal character that, like the mother from the fairy tale Donkeyskin, had lines but were unheeded. Her life as Firiel was more interesting for me, but there too the fandom focus was mostly on her looking over the deeds of her son and grandsons and i didn't want to waste more narrative focal energy on them. Then as i'm lamenting that daeron's woodworking skills and that he built lúthien's loom for her ... oh wait, daeron builds miriel a loom. two master-craftsmen with flawed personalities and reasons to be predisposed to not get along but also predisposed to have shared interests and do get along ... new ship! once more the focus on miriel's true love- her craft. But wait, Daeron/Durin the Deathless is the superior Daeron rarepair crackship. No wait, polyamory. Durin/Daeron/Miriel is galaxy brain.

also the BEST AU EVAR where miriel figures out that she had no interest in being queen of the Noldor early and rejects Finwe. Where Miriel’s resistance to change and pride then makes her a fun foil to nerdanel as bitter art rivals and thus the Noldor element of that au is 90% the rivalry of those two with finwe just as petty as in canon egging it on.

#replies #wrong silver-haired queen

[elesianne]

A Silmarillion fanfic – translated from the original in Finnish

Summary: Young Caranthir is visiting his grandparents and sends a letter to his mother.

Word count: ~1,000; Rating: General audiences

Some keywords: family, epistolary

A/N: In this fic, Caranthir = Carnistir is still a child. Fanyë and Airion are original characters. They are Nerdanel’s brother’s children.

This is in purposefully simple language because it is a child's letter and I wanted the Finnish original to be readable to people learning Finnish too, not just natives.

Read on AO3

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A letter home

Hello mama,

begins Carnistir's letter in all its simplicity. Nerdanel smiles down at it. Carnistir's handwriting is angular and messy, and the paper a little crumples. She is certain, however, that every word is meaningful.

 Hello mama,

 I am alright here at grandpapa Mahtan and grandmama Tyelpefindien's house. My cousins are less annoying than my brothers, and shared lessons with them have mostly gone well. Better than with Tyelko.

 Fanyë and Airion and I made small carvings of wood with grandmama this week, and pottery with grandpapa. I wanted to make animals. Airion made lumps that I did not recognise as anything before he told me what they are. But he is only small yet, and grandmama didn't give him a knife as sharp as she gave Fanyë and me for our carvings.

 Fanyë made flowers. I don't understand why because animals are much more interesting. She is very interested in flowers these days. I told her that she should start growing flowers instead of making inanimate things if she likes flowers so much. She shoved me and said that she can make flowers out of wood and clay all her life if she wants. I said that yes she can but she should only make them out of wood because her clay flowers are less nice.

 Her wooden flowers are rather wonderful. She made a rose with five layers of petals. They are very thin and fine, and my bird looks as much of a lump next to that rose as Airion's lump of clay which is supposed to be our grandparent's house. (It does not look like it.)

 I am sending my wooden bird to you anyway, mama. I made its tail a little too long but it is a house martin, a kind of swallow that lives here. If you think that painting it the right colours would make it better (and more easily recognisable) will you get me suitable paints? I will paint it when I get home. I tried to make it easy to paint. Grandmama gave me advice.

 I am also sending you the cat I made of clay with grandpapa's guidance. He helped me keep its legs from falling apart. I am better at working with clay than Fanyë but I don't like the feeling when clay dries on my skin. I don't think that I want to keep making pottery when I am grown.

 As you said when I left, it is useful to try many different crafts so I will know better what I like and what I want to apprentice in.

 Tomorrow we are going to begin learning how to work metal with grandpapa, although I of course know the basics of it already. Fanyë doesn't, she only knows woodwork and whittling. After that grandpapa has promised to teach Fanyë and me the rudiments of stone-carving (Airion is too small to learn that.) It sounds interesting. You have not yet got to teaching me about carving stone.

 But I would like it better if instead of teaching me how to carve a single stone grandpapa taught me how a great number of suitably cut stones are used to make a building.

 Here in the mansions of Aulë, houses are different from the houses in Tirion. I want to know why, and how differently the building of them is done, or is it only the end result that is different. Grandmama says that the houses of the Vanyar are even more different. I would like to see them up close some day. Can we ride through a Vanya village or town or city this year when we go to the harvest festival? We don't need to tell papa about it.

Nerdanel smiles still but her smile is tinged with sorrow. After a moment's break she carries on reading.

I also want to look closely at the Falmari's houses the next time we go to the seashore, Carnistir writes.

 In the evenings, Fanyë and Airion and I have time to play, and the whole family here goes on walks in the forest and along the fields. Fanyë always wants to walk one of grandmama's dogs. They often make a lot of noise and they want to charge after every squirrel. I walk ahead of the others sometimes so that I don't need to mind the dogs.

 I miss you, mama, and papa and Maitimo and Cáno, but not Tyelko. I am still angry with him for his prank that wasn't funny at all.

 I might forgive him next week but I am not making a promise of that.

 Don't keep the cat and the bird too close to each other in case the cat eats the bird. (That is a joke.)

 Yours

 Morifinwë Carnistir

 PS.  I wrote Morifinwë for papa if he reads this letter after all. I wrote him his own letter but it is shorter.

Carnistir's clay cat and wooden bird arrived together with the letter. Nerdanel opens the carefully wrapped packages and touches the little bird's smooth head and the cat's slightly arched back. Both show clearly the signs of being a child's work – a nimble-fingered, eager-to-learn child's.

How Nerdanel misses her fourth child! But it is better for Carnistir to be away from home for a while, at his grandparents' enjoying their loving attention and teaching, far away from Tyelko and his restless pranks. If Carnistir wants to stay  with his grandparents for a longer period of time, Nerdanel can ride there for a few days' visit. She could take Maitimo with her, perhaps. A small holiday from his studies would surely do some good for her conscientious first-born.

She goes to find good places for the clay cat and wooden bird. The bird she places on her bedside table to bring a smile to her face first thing in the morning, and the cat on the table in the corner of the dining room where the whole family can see it many times a day. As she walks from room to room, Nerdanel lists all the master builders and architects in Tirion, mulling over which one of them Carnistir might suit as an apprentice.

#caranthir #nerdanel #silmarillion fanfiction #tolkien fanfiction #my fics #elesianne's fics #kid fëanorions

[theelvenhaven]

Being Pregnant with Fëanor’s child

- When you inform Fëanor that you are pregnant with his eighth child he is overjoyed to know that his family is growing once again.

- He makes quick haste to announce it to everyone but his seven sons get to have this information first.

- Maglor is happy for both you and his father, Maedhros is more neutral on the situation but will nonetheless congratulate you both, with the twins both curious and excited at the prospect of being the older siblings.

- Celegorm and Caranthir, both will feel indifferently about their father having another child, but will relent into congratulating him and you too.

- Then there is Curufin, who is by no means thrilled that his next sibling will not be by his mother, as he resents you already for even being married to Fëanor. 

- Immediately Fëanor wants to celebrate this happy moment and will throw a feast to honor the new life growing inside of you. 

- During you pregnancy Fëanor is extremely relaxed, having been through this seven times, the eighth time is an absolute cake walk for him.

- Fëanor will answer any questions about what is normal in a pregnancy that you may have, if he can.

- If by chance he cannot remember if it was, he will seek out the answer and come back to you with it.

- He knows this is your first pregnancy and wants to make sure that you are happy and relaxed and without so much worry, though he knows in the later stages you will be miserable.

- Your pregnancy will have a lot of support of every kind from all eight ellons- yes that includes Curufin too. 

- This is where Curufin finally softens up as the idea of another baby brother or sister being in the family secretly excites him.

-When Fëanor cannot be there to keep an eye on your very pregnant self it is Curufin who finds a way to “stumble” upon you, doing so with a disgruntled look on his face before he helps you if you need it.

- Maybe you really aren’t that bad after all is what Curufin is able to deduce as you haven’t replaced Nerdanel and you have made his father incredibly happy.

- But when Fëanor is there especially in the later stages of your pregnancy he will rub your feet if they hurt, putting lotion on them and your legs, loving on you tenderly while doing so. 

- He will also apply that wonderful relieving pressure against your lower back you’ve been desperate for when you’ve been in bad pain. Even if the position looks absolutely ridiculous, if that is what feels better he will do it.

- His hand is constantly on your belly, its almost like a magnet and he doesn’t care where he is at when it happens. You weren’t even showing when that began.

- It happens at dinner, laying in bed, in the bath, after being in the forges, during meetings, all the time.

- He faintly smirks when he finally feels them kick his hand or them wiggling and rolling around no matter how serious the situation before him might be, and later he will praise them for being so strong. 

- Easily he can handle the mood swings you struggle with, so no matter what you throw at him he will only handle it with surprising patience.

- Fëanor quietly thinks its kind of funny when you’re crying for absolutely no reason. He finds it funnier when you are laughing and crying because you don’t know what is wrong either.

- Fëanor will absolutely argue with you on names and will bluntly tell you if he hates a name you have chosen or insists that you change it.

- He doesn’t mean to make you cry but he takes the naming of y’all’s child extremely seriously and while he isn’t usually one for compromise he will do his best to try and find something that does make you happy.

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Some thoughts about costuming for the Silm live-action adaptation I will never be allowed to make (because I’m not a film major). 

The Vanyar- Gauze! Filmy sheath dresses. Androgynous looks. Very instagram fairy vibes with some slices of ancient Egypt and Tang dynasty China. All pastel colors (to make the Noldor, our Main Characters, look more saturated). Lots of glowing accessories, some greenery, maybe a bit of natural crystal. Mod bobbed hair cuts and tight curls. Their hair is fully disco reflective glittery gold and their eye colors are not quite right. 

The Teleri- Similar color scheme to the Vanyar but with more texture. Lots of feathers, netting, rope, rough canvas. Salt stained trousers, open chested vests, suntans, a little more down to earth. Ocean hippies just vibing. They wear lots of pearls but also some coral for that pop of red at the throat and stomach like dripping blood. Wigs are a more natural silver or light brown, with beachy waves. Some silverwork accessories.

The Noldor- Rich colors, deep dyes, tight silhouettes. Hosiery and bodices, the trickier the piecework the better. Lots of embroidery, especially on Feanor’s side. Very dark hair in braids and loops; rigidly bound (for workplace safety). Horrible washed out eyes that should not be so silver pale.  

Finwe’s Brood: The Aman Years

(Skipping the obvious ones like Caranthir and Curufin)

Finwe- Wears purple to bridge the gap between his feuding kids, also because it’s regal. Gold and silver jewelry both. Layers!

Indis- Pale colors with Noldor tailoring, more fitted bodices and heavier fabric. Likes gold. 

Feanor- Has stolen all his fashion cues from what other people have told him of his mother (When we briefly see her she’s in a blood red all-needlepointed robe; nothing but looks even mostly dead). Likes bright red and silver, jewelry like armor, heavy geometric embroidery, and star motifs, when he isn’t dressing down.

Nerdanel- Neutral or earth tones, usually on the warmer, redder side of brown. Lots of leather work aprons and workshop approved boots. The occasional maroon dress. 

Fingolfin- Royal blue and gold! Much more courtly, very fitted and ornamented, with some layers like his dad. 

Anaire- Dark blue and black, favors a smooth and silky look that is starting to replace the more embroidery heavy Therindian styles. 

Findis- A Vanyarin girl, dresses in lots of loose, undyed fabric. 

Lalwen- Adventure clothes, in spiteful green because she doesn’t choose sides. (But a tealish green because she sure isn’t on Feanor’s). 

Finarfin- Paler Telerin elements with Noldor cuts and styles. All the jewelry.

Earwen- A feather shawl and either a dress from home or one she’s borrowed from Anaire, depending on the nature of the event. No jewelry. 

Maedhros- Starts out in satiny dark purples to mirror his grandfather then slowly moves into shades of scarlet that do nothing for his coloring (he looks very washed out). 

Maglor- Sexy musician clothes, lots of raspberry and carmine along with some scandalously tight hose. 

Celegorm- Bright red all the time, even in the forest. Bleaches his hair badly. Looks like a blood-soaked ghost. 

Curufin’s Wife- Very into silver, maybe some shades of sea green too. Red contrast is obvious.  

Ambarussa- Do not actually match full time but instead maintain a dual aesthetic composed entirely of hand-me-downs. Caranthir’s old ironheeled boots? Sure. Maglor’s horrible v-neck? Yeah, they’ll wear that.  

Fingon- A good son who copies his dad’s look but puts a fresher, more youthful twist on it. This is some blue and gold you can get into antics with. Beads and ribbons abound. Innovates in velvet. 

Turgon- Loves layering, loves very pale blues, loves quietly blending into the background of scenes. Ideally should match the architecture. 

Elenwe- Vanyarin pride even in the heart of Tirion, keeps her gauze and starlight vibes, though she streamlines it a little bit. Less dangling sashes and more semi-transparent gathered sleeves. She and Turgon obnoxiously color coordinate. 

Argon- To differentiate him from his brothers he has a very distinctive hairdo. Still unsure what that should be but it may involve the elven equivalent of Manic Panic for teen verisimilitude. 

Finrod- Silky rainbow with necklaces and earrings. Looser Telerin hairstyles. 

Angrod- More Telerin clothing and tight to the scalp Noldorin hairstyles. 

Aegnor- Mad scientist hair and ancient athleisure (leggings, short tunic, bright neon colors)

Galadriel- Combines all three of her heritages to create a look that’s mostly focused on well-tailored pale golden dresses and athletic culottes. Loves both a good tiara and a crown of braids. Looks more than a little like her grandma and leans into it.

On The Other Side of the Ocean

Morgoth- Sad man does not know how to dress, looks engulfed by his clothes. Too much going on! He’s huge, why is his horrible outfit even bigger. 

The Sindar- Grey and twilight! Dark blue, pale purple, moss green, all those good moody colors. Natural dyes and the softest shapes. Love to accessorize with live plants, small animals, the skulls of their enemies (only once in a while). Hair is long to demonstrate that you love and support Luthien and her choices, and then short to demonstrate that you love and support Luthien and her choices. 

Orcs- Too oppressed to even have a cool skull look going on at this point? The ones closest to Morgoth just wear these sad grey sacks and the most boring, vaguely modern body armor. You have to get pretty far out into the raiding parties before you start to get some good ‘bones of our enemies’ vibes. Evil is the death of art. 

Sauron- Ideally changes outfits as often as possible, practically, should probably have some set shifts he goes through. There’s the Fire Period, the Dragon Period, the Wolf Period, the Ghost Period. Lots of experimentation, lots of shapeshifting to fit the needs of the story. 

Humans- Beor’s folk do lots of embroidery (because they’re Noldor-lite.) They also bead and treasure gemstones over metals. Hador’s clan is fond of puffy shirts and loose white nightgowns to wear at dramatic moments-- also they tend to favor armor (and gilt and metalwork) the most. The Haladin love some textures, though they tend more towards leather, patchwork, uneven weaves, and quilting and are very handicraft-centric. 

Evolutions

Post Helcaraxe Fingolfin’s squad starts wearing a lot more white and fur and white fur, to signify their trials. Otherwise they maintain their courtly grandeur, meanwhile Feanor’s kids are devolving into low fantasy chic and then post-apocalyptic nightmare. Gondolin has its own fashion system. Finrod and his brothers slowly start to adopt more human fashion cues post-first contact. Meanwhile Galadriel is experimenting with Sindarin hairstyles and fabrics in the forest.