#feanturi

[ylieke]

Doom of Mandos Judgement of the Valar pronounced on the Noldor that carried out the Kinslaying, promising tears unnumbered and fencing Valinor against them, so that not even the echo of their lamentation shall pass over the mountains.

#my art #silmarillion #silm art #the silm fandom #the silmarillion #tolkein #namo mandos #feanturi

[enerisart]

The last commission piece of the month 💖💖

Thank you all for supporting me and loving my art 💗💗

#fanart #silmarillion #tolkien #silm art #the silm fandom #tolkien art #tolkien elves #maglor #noldor #feanorians #commisionwork #drawing commisions #commission open #art commisions #commission #me draw stuffs #sons of feanor #feanturi #lotr elves #lotr fanart #lotr #lord of the rings

[abyypos]

maybe I ll finish it later

#silmarillion #tolkien #feanturi #Namo #mandos #Fanart #tolkien art #headcanon

[cilil]

It comes in Threes

✍ Prompt: Ages of captivity + the Fëanturi | Melkor, Námo, Irmo & Nienna ✍ Synopsis: During three ages of captivity, Melkor is visited by all three Fëanturi siblings. ✍ Warnings: / ✍ Triple drabble ✍ SWG archive

Námo is the first to visit him, unsurprisingly — it's his halls Melkor is trapped in, after all. 

He expects him to relay his brother's flimsy excuses or lecture him on laws and morals, but the Judge is silent. All he does is check on him and linger, as if he's quietly offering his companionship and wisdom. 

Melkor meets his silence with his own, proud and stubborn. He cares little about whatever Námo has to offer, feeling cheated and betrayed by his own kin.

The law is meaningless to him, and fate can be changed. 

He greets Námo with mocking smiles. 

Irmo appears even before his sorrowful sister does, and Melkor envies him for how easily he enters and exits his brother's halls, as if Námo's spells bend to his every will and whim. 

And perhaps they do — Irmo has always been his one weakness. 

To Melkor's surprise, he doesn't attempt to scold or preach; rather he seems curious and asks him questions. 

The fallen Vala lies and evades some, of course, but he deigns to engage Irmo in conversation.

"Why do you ask?" he inquires nevertheless, and the Fëantur smiles mildly. 

"I want to understand, and I know I can."

Nienna visits him last, and as predictable and inevitable as it seems to him, Melkor finds that he harbours no ill will towards her. 

She is perhaps the only one he cares to see, and this time he is the one to speak first. 

"How is it that you still defend me," he wonders, "even though everyone is of the opinion that I am the cause of every single tear you shed?" 

"Because you too deserve compassion, and I was never angry with you," Nienna answers.  "For I know well that, to cause such hurt, you yourself must be hurting.”

Thanks for reading! ♡

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#catching up on the backlog x) #swg meet and greet #swg challenge #melkor #morgoth #nienna #namo #mandos #irmo #lorien #feanturi #valar #ainur #silmarillion #silm fanfic #silmarillion fanfiction #cílil writes #my writing

[feanors-silmarils]

#tolkien #silmarillion #namo mandos #namo #feanturi #melkor #feanor #silm #valar #ainur #mandos #halls of mandos

[foedhrass]

"Irmo the younger is the master of visions and dreams. In Lórien are his gardens in the land of the Valar, and they are the fairest of all places in the world, filled with many spirits." The Silmarillion, "Valaquenta: Of the Valar"

With Silverlynxcosplay as Mandos.

#Irmo #Irmo Lorien #Irmo Lórien #Feanturi #Irmo cosplay #Tolkien cosplay #Tolkien cosplayer #Silmarillion #Silmarillion cosplayer #Silmarillion cosplay #Valar cosplay #Valaquenta #Gardens of Lorien #tolkien silmarillion #tolkien legendarium #Of the Valar #Mandos cosplay #Middle-earth #Valinor #the silm fandom #The Silmarillion #The Eldar Cosplay

[blue-istari-stars-of-the-south]

Commission of my Tolkien OC Manó, Maia of Mandos and one of the Blue Istari done for me by:

#manó #silmarillion oc #tolkien oc #istari #ainur #maia of mandos #silmarillion #tolkien #ainur oc #maia oc #feanturi #silm #the silm #tolkien art #silmarillion art #blue istari

[art-of-firefly]

My piece for @officialtolkiensecretsanta ! The Fëanturi siblings hanging out together.

Giftee will be revealed on the 24th!

#irmo #nienna #namo #mandos #lorien #maglor #my art #feanturi

[ibrithir-was-here]

Super need to go to bed and I'mma bout to but got hit by a thought.

The Endless have been made parts of other pantheons before, as we've seen with the Greek Pantheon, Morpheus in particular and have likely been pulled into many others over the eons of existence, so:

The Endless as part of the Valar?

Particularly I'm thinking of the Feanturi sibling trio of Mandos, Nienna and Irmo

Doesn't it totally work for Destiny, Death and Dream?

Mandos/Destiny as the Doomsman, dealing out fate and getting conflated with his sister Neinna/Death's role, whose compassion in her role is more emphasized by the folk of Middle Earth. And then, of course Irmo/Dream just speaks for itself.

#the fact they're all seen as siblings is what made me think of it #also none of the other Endless quite fit as well #i tried at first to fit them all #like tulkas for destruction #and vana for delight #but there's not really a desire equivalent #and thought for a sec about despair as nienna but they honestly have very different vibes to me #so the eldest three Endles as the Feanturi it is x) #tolkien #valar #feanturi #the endless #namo mandos #irmo lorien #nienna #destiny of the endless #dream of the endless #death of the endless #sandman

[pimsri]

Some Valar Designs :>

#pimsriart #valar #the silmarillion #j.r.r. tolkien #jrr tolkien #jrrt #middle-earth #the lord of the rings #vala #mandos #manwe #varda #confirmed #his name means ever-wanderer #lorien #feanturi #moth #wings #owl #vulture #swan #design #character design #creature design #they are creature

[aureentuluva70]

#Book of Lost Tales #I'm sorry but I just had to #I know that it means something else totally different but I couldn't help myself #feanturi #Tolkien #Melkor #Mandos #Lorien

[estel-elrondion]

Aule was one of the valar, the angelic beings who were the foremost amongst the Ainur. He was known as the craftsman and the Smith and nurtured all works of skill. He created the dwarf and is known to them as Mahal, the maker.

#lord of the rings #lotr #art #tolkein #traditional art #lotr fanart #watercolour portrait #watercolor #painting #silmarillion #aule #valar #the hobbit #dwarf #dwarves #feanor #feanturi #greenleafshope:fanart

[i-did-not-mean-to]

The dragonslayer

My dear @cilil, as a tiny thank you for being such a lovely presence in my DMs...here's a small snippet of totally idiotic AU.

Lots of love!

Words: 1 k

Characters: Námo, Irmo, Nienna, reader

As you pulled yourself up onto the narrow ledge, you gritted your teeth to stave off the pervasive fatigue and pain that had haunted you on the last stretch of your journey.

“Where are you, fiend?” you cried in a voice that only trembled ever so slightly.

Since the sudden and heart-wrenching demise of your beloved father, dissatisfaction as well as a gnawing sense of helpless anger had been plaguing you.

It was said in your village that there was a terrible, scaled monster living in and underneath the mountain range that was the reaper and keeper of human souls.

Brave and strong as you were, you had decided to slay the beast to keep other families from experiencing the same dreadful loss that had changed your own life forevermore.

Sword at the ready, you padded down a steep slope – running ever downwards – carefully; you expected the hideous creature to pounce at any moment, but all you could hear was the peaceful melody of underground springs tinkling merrily.

“I have come to avenge my dear father,” you called defiantly, blinking to make your eyes adjust to the dim surroundings faster.

From the corner of your eye, you caught the serpentine movement of a tail or a limb being dragged into the shadows in a gesture that almost struck you as defensive.

“Show yourself!” you demanded in a throaty voice, rough around the edges with crying and muted by weariness. “Don’t hide like a coward!”

Suddenly, the whole room around you seemed to shift.

“A visitor,” a voice – mellow and warm – exclaimed joyfully and, as if by its command, the cavern seemed to fill with an eerie, soft light that allowed you to discern your surroundings with sudden staggering sharpness.

Before you, a huge dragon lay curled up upon itself, its huge, elegant head cocked in friendly curiosity.

“No,” you gasped, stumbling backwards in shock. “No, this is wrong. You are not…”

“I am the one they call Irmo,” the dragon spoke, its voice echoing inside your very mind, “and I mean you no harm.”

Iridescent like the inside of an oyster, the dragon unfurled in a shower of violet and pink hues reflecting off the walls of the spacious grotto.

Your eyelids fluttered rapidly as you noticed a calming haze settling over your agitated consciousness like a veil; you felt as if you were moving through comfortably warm quicksand or a very pleasant dream.

“I’ve come to take my revenge,” you declared with much less ferocity than before.

A low grumbling came from one corner, underscored by the rattling of bones and accompanied by a whiff of cold, fresh air.

As you turned your head, you could vaguely make out the outline of another wyrm, black as the night and horned.

“Námo,” the first dragon hummed a casual introduction, and you could feel his affection and loyalty – devoid of any anger or aggressiveness – radiate into your bones. “He carries out the tasks that have been set for him,” the one who called himself Irmo explained patiently, cautiously moving to encircle you, “and – believe me – he takes no pleasure in your pain.” “How would you know?” you hissed, swinging your sword indolently as if to strike him; Irmo merely flinched but didn’t make any movement to attack you.

“He is my brother,” he replied gently within your own muddled thoughts, “and he is not the one you want.”

With a clattering sound, the useless weapon finally fell from your numb hands as the room around you started spinning sluggishly.

Irmo’s hypnotic, violet eyes were now hovering right before your own face which undoubtedly betrayed just how overwhelmed you felt with the unexpected turn the events had taken.

“Come here, little one,” the dragon purred, tightening his hold around your body by moving in increasingly small, concentric circles. “It’s my sister you need; there is nothing Námo can do for you now. Is there?”

He shot a questioning gaze in the direction of the other – still wreathed in shadow and cold drafts – and, when the black dragon confirmed that it was not yet your time to be taken by him, Irmo nudged his impressively large snout against your shoulder.

“You are tired and heartsick,” he whispered soothingly, the coils of his warm, soft body catching you effortlessly as your knees buckled. “Rest now.”

It had been years since you had last felt so perfectly comfortable; the scaly skin beneath your tingling hands was warm and remotely velvety, reminiscent of a heated featherbed such as rich people in lavish palaces owned.

The sound of another approaching body made you force your head up, alarm cutting through the mist of contented bliss sharply.

“Here is my sister Nienna,” Irmo susurrated into your ear soothingly. “She’ll carry your pain while you rest and offer solace where you think there is none left.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but you found that words had fled you.

“We never take what we have no right to,” Irmo promised, “and we give as much as we can!”

The third dragon seemed to be made of mist and pearlescent tears, wavering in and out of focus as you drifted into sleep.

“No,” you tried to escape their nefarious magic once more, but the leaden weakness pinning your limbs to his writhing form was too heavy to shake off now.

“Hush, little one, you are safe here,” Irmo said before a symphony of humming and whistling filled the air; incredulous as you were, you could not deny that it felt as if your very soul was being ever so delicately lifted out of your flesh and cradled in a well of consolation and care.

“Irmo, you shouldn’t,” the black dragon groaned, sliding forward to look down on the unconscious being – so tiny, so fragile – nestled in his brother’s sympathetic hold and wept over by his compassionate sister.

“Just for a little,” Irmo pushed back affably and let out a small sigh of contentment and sympathy when Námo simply huffed and then also curled up within this intimate bubble of bliss.

Lol, what's wrong with my head? LOL

Lots of love once again!

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[cilil]

My current headcanon for Námo's and Vairë's meet-cute is that a very awkward young Námo asked Vairë if he can have a ball of wool for his baby brother to play with

#and then she decided he's cute #both of them actually #feanturi family fluff #namo #námo #mandos #vaire #vairë #feanturi #fëanturi #valar #ainur #silmarillion #my headcanons #wholesome headcanons

[feanors-silmarils]

HC that Námo harbors a desire to keep the Feanorians under his thumb in the Halls of Mandos as long as possible, even against Manwë’s orders.

#namo mandos #feanturi #dark!namo #valar #ainur #tolkien #silmarillion #feanorians #feanorian #noldor #silm #dark!ainur #dark!valar

[foedhrass]

Irmo the younger [Feantur] is the master of visions and dreams. In Lórien are his gardens in the land of the Valar, and they are the fairest of all places in the world, filled with many spirits.

I chose to cosplay Irmo when Silverlynxcosplay decided to take on Mandos. I never really connected to the first part of the Silmarillion, the Ainulindale and Valaquenta, and still don’t really care for the Valar, but I really like this cosplay for aesthetic reasons. It was one of the hardest one to pin down though: without a connection to the character I struggled to find a design (for the body) that I liked. I scrapped the first version immediately after making it, wore the second for about an hour at an Elfia a couple of years and disliked every photo I got back. So now, with our shooting week planned for nature and also the Elfia around the corner I made a third version which felt right very early on, even though I switched colors when I had already applied them (it was golden and silver at first but that didn’t fit to the rest of the cosplay and my vision for Irmo, so I brought back the crème tone from the second version). And I’m super happy about how this cosplay turned out.

Cosplay & edit: me

Photo: goldiepond

#Irmo #Irmo Lórien #Irmo Lorien #Valar #Valar cosplay #tolkien #silmarillion #cosplay #silmarillion cosplay #tolkien cosplay #middle-earth #the silmarillion #lord of the rings #hobbit #Valinor #feanturi #Feantur #jrr tolkien #elves