#curufinwë atarinkë

[aldanil]

Curufinwë Atarinkë for @curufiin

Thank you much for commissioning me, it’s been such a long while since I last draw him, I was happy to draw him again ! :D

#commission #Curufin #curufinwë atarinkë #feanorian #Silmarillion

[leucisticpuffin]

@feanorianweek, Day 5. Curufinwë loves taking things apart to see how they work. Putting them back together is more tricky.

(The horse belongs to Carnistir, and Curufinwë will be in deep trouble when he finds out - but he's trying not to care about that.)

#curufin #curufinwë atarinkë #feanorians #feanorianweek #feanorian week #silmarillion #silmarillion fanart #silm art #tolkien #tolkien fanart

[eerieechos]

Fashionably late to Fëanorian week here’s Curufin

#mad respect to people who design armor and swords this shit hard 😭 #50 notes and I’ll draw a feanorian who isn’t curvo #Curufin #curufinwe #tolkien #lotr #art #the lord of the rings #feanorian week 2023 #atarinke #jrr tolkien #the silmarillion #curvo #curufinwë atarinkë #feanorians #my art #drawing #sketch #fanart #feanorian week #artists on tumblr #character design #noldor elves #in case you’re wondering what color his armor is the metal is GOLD and his cape and shit are RED there ur welcome

[grey-gazania-fic]

Spark

A brief moment between a young Curufin and his future wife. Started for a B2MeM prompt from a few years ago, "meeting your future spouse". Rated G.

“I’m going to visit Mánaiwë tomorrow,” Atto said over dinner. “You should come along, Curvo. It’s been quite a while since you’ve seen Nyellë.”

“The last time I saw Nyellë, she hit me over the head with a toy cow so hard that one of its legs came off,” I said. It seemed necessary to point that out. Mánaiwë was a good friend of Atto’s, and I’d known his youngest daughter since we were both small, but my relationship with Nyellë had always been a little rocky.

Across the table, Maitimo snorted into his soup. “As I recall, she did that because you kept pulling her hair,” he reminded me. “Because you ‘liked the way her curls bounced’. You were hardly an innocent victim.”

“And that was fifteen years ago. I’m sure you’ve both matured,” Atto said, giving me a pointed look. “Mánaiwë tells me she’s been apprenticed to a firework maker. You’ve read a fair bit about pyrotechnics lately. I’m sure the two of you will find something to talk about.”

“Do I have to?” I asked, realizing even as I said it that the whine in my voice was unbefitting of a thirty-five year-old. I was more than halfway grown, not a small child anymore, and Ammë was already conveying with the look in her eyes alone that I was acting immature.

“Yes,” Atto said. “You have to. You don’t spend time with enough of your peers, Curvo. You know I’m pleased by how hard you work in your lessons with me, but you can’t spend every day in the company of the same half-dozen people. Besides, Mánaiwë has been asking after you. It would be rude of you to stay home.”

“Fine,” I sighed. I was comforted only slightly by the way Tyelko caught my eye, indicating with a look that he was sympathetic to my position. Different though we might seem at first glance, my older brother was probably my closest friend, and he understood my reluctance to tear myself away from the things that interested me for a social visit that was bound to be awkward, if not outright boring.

Perhaps, once I came home tomorrow, he and I could meet up with Irissë, our favorite cousin. That, I thought, would be a reasonable reward.

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#curufin #curufin's wife #nyellë #my ocs #unlikely friendship #the silmarillion #silmarillion fanfiction #silm fic #silmarillion writers' guild #silmfic #tolkien fanfic #tolkien #silmarillion #curufinwe #curufinwë #atarinke #atarinkë #curufinwe atarinke #curufinwë atarinkë

[lovefairymina]

(yes it’s the enemies to lovers trope…. Well, the start of it.)

“Hey, watch we’re your going!” Y/N snapped as an elf bumped into her. She looked up to glare at the elf. Curufin. Of course.

Curufin had hated her from day one, not that she knew why. The two went out of their way to cause trouble for each other. “You watch where you’re going.” He glared at Y/N, who groaned angrily. Y/N scoffed furiously, glowering at the prince, who nastily sneered, “No wonder your family sent you away.”

Y/N flinched as the words came out of his mouth. It was true. Her family had sent her to the Feanorians. Not that she knew why. Before she knew it, tears spilled out of her eyes, and she shouted, “Why do you even hate me so much?!” Before storming down the hall, and shutting herself in her room.

Unbothered by your tantrum, he made his way out of the house and towards the forge where his father awaited him for his next lesson. Grabbing his apron and gloves, he attired himself and moved over to the materials to start his daily lesson, rolling his eyes at the replay of your behaviour earlier.

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {curufin} #curufin x you #curufin imagine #curufin x y/n #curufinwë #curufinwe #atarinkë #atarinke #house of feanor #silm imagines #middle earth imagine

[memoriapraeteritorumbonorum]

Letters to Atarinkë - II

In my world, there are several ways to tell someone’s fortune. Some people read it in others’ coffee grounds or tea leaves. Others like to look at people’s hands. It is said you are born with this gift — you cannot learn how to tell fortune. There is something about a person’s skin that makes it rather difficult for me to fully grasp their existence. 

Your hands are rough, marked with years of hard work. I imagine following each line on your palms, reading each little story engraved into your skin. Some lines are meant to tell how long you shall live, others about your love life.

Looking at your life line, I see a young elfling discovering his love for craftsmanship. I imagine each tool you have ever held throughout your life, and how they all melded into your hands and left their mark flawlessly. How many times you may have burned yourself when working too close to the fire or deciding not to wear your protective gloves because it’ll be just a quick job, no gloves needed for this one. 

Your love line confuses me. Somehow, your hands seem to be as private as your heart. I can make out junctions and branches indicating how you may have created beautiful pieces of art for a certain someone, how those pieces took hours, even days to make, blistering your hands mercilessly. It makes me smile, thinking about the way they must have shook when you were about to present your work to the elleth of your desires, eagerly waiting for her reaction — hoping her hands would clutch yours wholeheartedly, squeezing them reassuringly and reciprocating your sentiments. 

I wonder how thick your skin must be. For some reason, I keep imagining you casually picking up a hot cup of tea while all your brothers are struggling to hold onto theirs because Curvo, the cup is way too hot, are you mad?! 

How I would love to hold your hand. Just to feel your skin on mine. A skin that has so many stories to tell, too many for me to speculate about in this letter alone. I imagine it to be cold, calloused, yet soft at the same time. You have your genes to thank for that, or whichever oils you use to treat your hands after a hard day’s work at your smithy. I imagine my hand to be incredibly small compared to yours, too delicate and untouched. The stories on my skin are of different nature, moreso through freckles and little scars acquired throughout my childhood as well as tan lines from numerous rings I was wearing during Laurelin’s season. Maybe we will meet someday, and you will indulge me in my haphazard fortune telling, deciding to craft a ring just as intricate as the lines on your palms — and thus contributing to the story on my skin.

#curufin #curufinwë #atarinkë #letters to atarinkë #letters to comfort characters #curufin imagine

[mag-lore]

@feanorianweek day 5- Curufinwë Atarinkë

#this one might be my favorite #curufin #silmarillion #feanorianweek #my edit #silmarillion edit

[gardensofthemoon]

No graves

Curufinwë Fëanáro has a heart of fire and a mind of metal. His eyes are bright and fey; his voice is silver, rouses armies. Of fire he is made, and to ashes he burns. His sons weep.

Curufinwë Atarinkë has a tongue of poison and a heart of coal. His eyes are slate and anguished; his voice is soft, yet frightens kingdoms. Of ice he is made, yet to ashes he burns. His son forsakes him.

Curufinwë Tyelperinquar has a hand of silver and a heart of gold. His eyes are blue and trusting; his voice is bright, inspiring scholars. Of flesh he is made, and on a spike he bleeds. His lover kisses his lips.

#curufinwe #feanor #curufin #celebrimbor #elio writes #silm fic

[romina61]

My little version of Curufinwë Atarinkë aka Curvo, aka murderous boy. It isn't perfect, but it's my first attempt to draw anyone from the Tolkien-verse.

I'd say the skull is from the second kinslaying, but boy doesn't survive this one.. so maybe from the first? A little souvenir from Tol Eressëa 💀👀

#curufin #silm art #silmarillion #tolkien elves #feanorians

[aldanil]

Atarinkë’s wedding with Nolaheri

Nolaheri was Atarinkë’s first friend, and she met Atarinkë during their youth, in Aman.

She is the daughter and only child of Auquermo, Fëanáro’s best friend who was an apprentice of Mahtan, and followed the Fëanorian into the exile. Alas, Auquermo perished defending Fëanáro during the Dagor Nuin Giliath. (Or saved him, in my Fëanor Lives AU).

After the loss of their father, Atarinkë and Nolaheri went closer, being good support for each other. They wedded in Beleriand, at the beginning of the First Age, and Nolaheri gave birth to Tyelperinquar.

#silmarillion #feanorian #curufinwë atarinkë #atarinkë #curufin’s wife #curufin

[tanoraqui]

Incomplete list of name origins/motivations of the House of Finwë, according to me (and sometimes canon). Any names not listed were given for normal “parent liked it and it fit the baby (fathername)/young child (mothername) well enough.”

Original Brady Bunch:

Finwë (epessë, "hair/crowned guy") - as discussed here

Miriel - [normal name origins]

Indis (mothername, "bride") - true maternal prophecy. “She’s going to fuck her way into trouble and, if we’re lucky, fuck her way out of it”

Fëanáro (m, "spirit of fire") - not prophecy so much as really really obvious right away Curufinwë [I] (fathername, "clever finwë") - Finwë, proudly watching his son build cities out of blocks: “He’s like me but even more clever!”

Findis (f, [finwë+indis]) - Finwë has the naming instincts of Bella Swan and we should mock him so much more for this

Arakáno [I] (m, "high chieftain") - warning label Fingolfin was a very bossy toddler; Indis thought it was adorable and was sure he’d grow into it (he did)

Lalwen/Irimë - [both normal name origins]

Ingoldo [I] (m, "the noldo") - spite. born 2 months after Nelyafinwë due to total lack of parental coordination. Indis looked Fëanor straight in the eyes while introducing his new, distinctly blond and Vanya-looking baby brother to him. Effectiveness as a warning label is entirely accidental.

Fëanorians:

Nelyafinwë (f, "third finwë") - spite Maitimo (m, "well-shaped") - Nerdanel: Attention, everyone! I have made the PRETTIEST BABY EVER!!;

Makalaurë (m, "golden voice") - Nerdanel, proudly: Yes, his beautiful voice is very loud [functional warning label]

Tyelkormo (m, "hasty riser") - warning label Nerdanel, loving but strained smile: My newest beloved son. Will not. Stay. Asleep. :)

Carnistir (m, "red-faced") - Nerdanel: Lookit how red his little face gets when he cries! Don’t you just want to squish it even more?!

Atarinkë (m, "little father") - Nerdanel, delighted: FËANÀRO, IT’S A BABY YOU!; Curufinwë [II] (f, "clever finwë") - Fëanor, awed whisper: holy shit you’re right, it’s a baby me

Ambarussa & Umbarto Ambarto (m, "red-topped" & "doomed" "up-exalted") - as told in The Shibboleth of Fëanor: Nerdanel, desperately ignoring the growing sense of true maternal prophecy: They’re both redheads! Fëanor: Beloved, you can’t give them both the same name. Nerdanel: Yes I can. Fëanor: No you can’t. Nerdanel: Yes I can. Fëanor: No you can’t. Nerdanel: Fine, his name is Doomed, are you happy! He’s doomed to a terrible fate! He’s going to suffer and die alone! Fëanor: Haha you mean fated to great things, upwardly mobile, right?! Nothing has ever gone wrong when I ignore you, and probably nothing ever never will! Ambarussa, jointly, as soon as they're old enough to speak: We like having the same name actually also, Telúfinwë (f, "last finwë") - Fëanor: "Okay, even I think we should probably stop at 7"

Fingolfinians:

Findekáno (f, "hair[crowned] commander") - a little bit of spite ("Finwë" + "Arakáno"), but mostly Fingolfin liked how it sounded and didn't realize until it was too late that he'd just swapped the syllables in Kanafinwë, and had to pretend real fast that he didn't care

Turukáno (f, "strong chieftain") - Fingolfin decided to lean into the káno root for his kids, and he likes how this name sounds and he doesn't care that it's the same root at Turkafinwë! Not everything is about Fëanor!

Írissë (f, "[something] femine") - Fingolfin, standing on top of a roof, holding baby Aredhel up like Simba: "WE HAD A GIRL!!!" ("Ir" from Anairë)

Arakáno (m, "high chieftain") - Anairë: haha holy shit, Nolo, he's a baby you

Finarfinians:

Findaráto (f, "high/noble finwë") - Finarfin shortly before his first son is born, moving around scraps on paper on which are written root words: "Okay so it has to include 'fin' and a part of one of my names which is not 'fin' (how stupid would two 'finwë's sound in one name!), but it for the sake of individualism it shouldn't be literally my name nor, preferably, Nolofinwë's... Ingoldo (m, "the noldo") - warning label: Eärwen, preventing her son from trying to eat his fourth very child-chokable random gem from the ground today: "Ara, he gets this from your side." (Effectiveness as a warning label for nude werewolf combat is entirely accidental.)

Angrod - [normal name origins]

Aegnor - [normal name origins]

Artanis (f, "noble lady") - Finarfin standing on the opposite roof, holding baby Galadriel up like Simba: "GIRL! GIRL! GIRL!" Nerwen (m, "man maiden") - Men already barely understand Elvish gender, especially as filtered through the Professor. We cannot begin to conceive of what Galadriel was doing with it, nor should be be so hubristic as to try

Grandchildren, birth order according to me:

Orodreth (m, "mountain climber") - warning label: if this child is not given something to climb, he will Find Something to Climb

Celebrimbor (f, "silver-holding/handed") - named after his mother, Maltrinbor ("gold-holding/handed") Curufinwë [III] (m, "clever finwë") - Maltrinbor, proudly watching her son gnaw on jewelry: He's going to be just as crafty as his father and grandfather!

Celebrindal (e, "silverfoot") - I don't care that canonically it's because she went barefoot; it's because she lost both feet to frostbite on the Helcaraxë (when the ice cracked and she fell in frozen water and Elenwë dove in to save her, a task at which Elenwë did succeed at cost of her own life), and shortly after reaching Middle Earth she got silver prosthetics (Curufin made the first model after Maedhros glared at him really hard)

Maeglin/Lómion - [both normal name origins]

Etc:

Finduilas (f, "hair + ?? + leaf"?) - [normal name origins]

Ardamirë (m, "jewel of the world") - true maternal prophecy (more vibes than literal vision, but she knew he'd hold a Silmaril) Eärendil (f, "friend of the sea") - Tuor: [loves Gondolin but wants to show his son the sea so bad]

Elros & Elrond ("star foam" & "star dome") - to both the Noldor and Sindar, a mothername is more intimate and meaningful than a fathername. But for the Noldor, the fathername comes just after birth and the mothername comes later, when the child's personality is more evident. In Sindarin custom, the mothername comes at birth because who knows the child better than the mother who has just been holding its fëa as close as possible for 9 months? and the fathername comes later. Elwing and Eärendil named their children together: Elwing chose to name them both "El-" for her family; and Eärendil named one "-ros", which like "-wing" means "foam/spray"; and the other "-rond", "star-dome" for the sky that is most beloved to admiring Elves and sea-navigators alike.

Celebrian (m, "silver queen") - Galadriel named her first, Sindar fashion, and named her partly after Celeborn because she is in fact a romantic sap. She suspected early that Celebrian would never be a queen in title, but she never wanted to shut down the option

Elladan & Elrohir ("elf man" & "elf rider[mannish root[" - half-blooded children both, Elrond and Celebrian also named their firstborn sons cooperatively - "El-" less for Elrond's family directly than because Celeborn would be so disappointed if they discontinued this tradition which dated back to his king, Elu Thingol; and "-adan" and "-rohir" for the Men of Númenor, lost and saved alike, whom they had both loved

Arwen (m, "noble maiden") - "Ar-" for Artanis and Arafinwë. Celebrian: "I have the weirdest instinct to go stand on the roof and shout about how she's a girl?" Elrond: "So do I! That'd be so weird, though. Anyway, you choose a name entire, for I must have my own for this one..." Undómiel (e f, "evening star") - mirror to Elros's daughter "Tindómiel", "dawn star" - both, of course, being the same star: Gil-Estel

#the silmarillion #feanor and feanor's kin #maybe i should put this in my worldbuilding collection? idk #i'm not tagging everyone

[airendis]

Curufinwë Atarinkë.

Nargothrond, fragment.

#traditional art #tolkien #silmarillion #elves #noldor #curufin #nargothrond

[grey-gazania-fic]

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A brief moment between a young Curufin and his future wife.

#curufin #curufinwe #curufinwë #atarinke #atarinkë #curufin's wife #nyellë #The Silmarillion #Silmarillion fanfiction #silmfic #silmarillion writers' guild #silm fic #tolkien fanfic

[lovefairymina]

Curufin, little Tyelpë has been whining about a younger sibling for a while now... how about we grant his wish?

“Another child, you say? Is it truly the wish of my son or simply a trick conjured to pull me into your temptation for hours between the sheets?” he muttered against your lips before swooping in to capture them in a chaste, yet, aggressive kiss before pulling back to gaze into your eyes. “Either way, I would be honoured to make the hours with you worth every second.”

#♡{sweet.kisses} ~ {curufin} #silm smut #silm imagines #curufin x you #curufin imagine #curufin x y/n #atarinkë #atarinke #curufinwe #curufinwë #feanorians #house of feanor #middle earth imagine

[memoriapraeteritorumbonorum]

Letters to Atarinkë - I

Your name tells me everything I need to know.

Atarinkë, you are your father’s spitting image.

Atarinkë, you are destined to achieve great things, to follow in your father’s footsteps.

Atarinkë, it is important that you carry yourself like your father, you wouldn’t want to disappoint him, would you?

I don’t know you well, but I do know that you are hanging by a thread. Dancing too close to the edge, toying with the thought of just taking the leap into free fall. The weight on your shoulders, no matter how broad they may be, is enormous.

You feel like nobody sees you for you. Instead, they just use you as a reference. You used to think of it as flattery, feeling proud and accomplished that out of all your brothers, you are the only one with your father's charms. You are the only one worthy of being called not only Atarinkë, but his exact name.

Curufinwë. Let that sink in for a moment.

How does it feel to drown in your parent's shadow? How does it feel to constantly have to live up to his expectations, to not make the same mistakes he made, so that you can become an even better version of him? Are you truly happy with your life? Working away in your smithy, trying your hardest to perfect your skills so that one day, you will be able to craft beautiful pieces, just like him. What else does it give you, other than momentary recognition? They will relate it to him, not you. You will never be him and you know it. Yet, you keep trying. Maybe this is your way of compensating for the invisibility you face every day. For the blank stares, meaningless words and empty promises.

Do you sometimes wish you had inherited your mother's features instead of his? Do you sometimes look at your oldest brother's copper colored tresses and think — why not me? I may not know you well, Crafty One, but I recognize a puppet when I see one.

Nothing hurts more than to be seen as nothing but a shell for your parents to use as compensation for their own shortcomings in life. For them to give you no room for self expression, because you have to stick to their version of you. Most often, it is the child that gets praised the most, which ends up the loneliest, the most neglected, the coldest.

You might think my words are mindless, and to you, they are most likely insolent and infuriating — how dare I say such things!

It is because I see you. I see you struggling to keep your head above the water. I see the exhaustion in your eyes, the fire that is dangerously close to extinction. I see a lone flower waiting to be watered, to be cared for like its companions.

Maybe you will find a way to shine without your father's meddling. Maybe you will grow to like the pedestal he has put you on. Maybe you will grow tired, leave this realm and change your names for good.

Either way, your actions speak for themselves, Crafty One. May you find peace. May your father gaze upon you with pride — not because you filled his footsteps — but because you have grown to become an outstanding individual that deserves to be seen and applauded for each and every one of his accomplishments. An individual who is no longer playing a role but finally stands up for his true self.

#curufin #curufinwë #atarinkë #letters to atarinkë #letters to comfort characters #curufin imagine