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grey-gazania-fic · 9 months

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Beneath the Willow Tree

Elenwë is stressed. Luckily, Aredhel knows exactly how to help. Rated T.

Irissë was curled up in a chair in the sitting room, reading a book on the Great Journey and ignoring the sound of her brother pacing overhead, when someone began rapping sharply on the door.

“Irissë, can you get that?” Findekáno called.

She put her book down with a sigh. “I'm coming,” she said as she neared the door. She yanked it open with a huff, but her irritation changed quickly to surprise when she saw Elenwë standing on the steps. Her horse, Tinwë, stood unsaddled on the lawn a few strides away.

“We're going riding, Irissë,” Elenwë said. “Come on.”

Irissë looked Elenwë up and down. Her long, golden hair was loose and windblown, she wore no cloak or shoes, and dust coated the hem of her dress, cut high to accommodate her swelling stomach.

“Right,” she said. “Give me 30 seconds.” Ducking back inside, she hurriedly tied her hair back and shoved her boots on. As she laced them up, she shouted up the stairs, “Káno! I'm going riding with Elenwë – not sure when we'll be back!”

“Irissë,” Findekáno shouted back, clearly peeved, “you said you'd be home today! I wanted to--”

Whatever he'd wanted to do was lost as she left the room, pulled the kitchen door shut behind her, and jogged the few yards to the stable. Nórimo champed and pawed at the straw when he saw her. “Ready for a good hard ride, boy?” she asked, rubbing his nose. “I don't think Elenwë is planning a trip to the market.” She looked at his saddle and bridle on the wall as she unlatched his stall, shrugged, and led him out bare before mounting up.

“Ammë would have fits if she saw that,” she said when she reached the front of the house, pointing to the fish pond. “Good thing she's not home.”

Elenwë followed her finger and saw Tinwë drinking placidly as the fish darted to and fro around her nose. “Oh dear,” she said, bringing a hand to her mouth as she blushed. “I didn't even notice!”

Irissë laughed. “It's all right. But let's go before Káno decides to come after us.”

Elenwë nodded and mounted Tinwë, and they headed out of the city.

“Race you to the willow,” Elenwë challenged, once they had reached the hills outside of Tirion.

“You're on,” Irissë said, leaning forward over Nórimo's neck with a broad grin.

The horses thundered over the hills to Irissë's favorite tree, a great, sweeping willow whose boughs drooped all the way to the ground, creating a perfect screen for whomever chose to sit beneath it. She had spent many afternoons there with her cousins and, more recently, her sister-in-law, who had turned out to be wilder than she seemed at first glance.

Glancing to the side, Irissë saw that Elenwë was beginning to pull ahead. “Wow, look at that!” Irissë cried, pointing to a random spot in the air.

“What?” Elenwë craned her neck, looking around wildly for whatever Irissë had noticed, and Irissë took advantage of her distraction to urge Nórimo forward with a whoop.

“Hey!” Elenwë shouted behind her as she reached the tree, “you cheated!”

“You fell for it!” Irissë said, laughing. She swung to the ground and gave Nórimo a pat on the neck, letting him loose to graze.

Elenwë stuck out her tongue as she, too, dismounted, pushing her tangled hair out of her face. Flopping onto the ground, she let out a deep sigh. “It's so nice to be able to breathe,” she said. “I was going crazy in that house. I feel like no one has anything to do but fuss over me these days.”

“It's that bad?” Irissë asked, lying on her stomach beside her sister-in-law. She reached over and began to play with a few strands of Elenwë's hair.

Elenwë smiled at her touch. “They can't agree on anything – your mother tells me to eat beans, my mother tells me to eat lots of spinach but no meat, Meldalossë says spinach and beans are good but that I shouldn't avoid meat, and Turvo treats me like I'll break if anyone so much as looks at me oddly.”

“Small wonder you're so stressed.”

“And the worst bit--” Elenwë stopped, blushing furiously, and said quickly, “You can't tell anyone I said this.”

Irissë nodded solemnly. “You know I won't.”

“I know,” Elenwë acknowledged. “But the worst bit – the worst bit is that we've done nothing more than kiss since I told him I was pregnant!”

“You've-- wait, why?” Irissë stared. “He's crazy about you! What is he worried about?”

“He's terrified that we'll hurt the baby somehow if we do anything,” Elenwë snorted. “It's ridiculous.” She rolled onto her side so she could look up at Irissë's face. “I even thought about asking Meldalossë to tell him that it's nonsense! But she's so stern – I'd be embarrassed. And I don't know that he would listen to her. She is very close to your uncle's family.”

“That should be a good thing, shouldn't it?” Irissë asked, reaching over and rubbing Elenwë's shoulders. Elenwë relaxed under her hands, and Irissë smiled. “Meldalossë's overseen sixteen pregnancies just between Miriel, Haruni, Ammë, and Aunt Nerdanel, and at least a dozen more outside the family. She knows what she's doing.”

Elenwë was silent for a moment. “Turvo-- look, you can't repeat this to anyone, either,” she finally said. “Turvo is really worried about your uncle. He's afraid that Fëanáro is going to try to do your father harm, and maybe the rest of your family as well. And I don't want him to start thinking he can't trust Meldalossë to take care of me.”

“Uncle Fëanáro wouldn't do that,” Irissë said, with more confidence than she felt. “He wouldn't dare.”

Elenwë snorted. “I don't think there's anything he wouldn't dare if he thought it would serve a purpose. He frightens me, Irissë. Even you can't deny that he's been volatile lately.”

“No,” she said, quietly. “You're right. And – well, I haven't seen Curvo much, now that he's married, but Tyelkormo has been odd as well. Evasive. More quick-tempered, too, and that's saying something. Even Káno and Maitimo had a fight a few days ago. I can't even remember them ever fighting before. But look,” she said, moving closer to Elenwë, “let's not talk about this now. We can't do anything about Uncle Fëanáro, but I can solve one of your other problems, if you want me to.”

“Oh?” Elenwë asked. “Which problem is that?”

In answer, Irissë leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips.

“Oh,” Elenwë said softly, looking up with wide grey eyes. Irissë's breath caught in her chest, and she caressed Elenwë's breasts through her dress.

“We don't have to,” she said, swallowing.

“No, I think I like this solution,” Elenwë whispered. She reached up and pulled Irissë closer for another kiss, loosening her hair from its tie.

When Irissë lifted Elenwë's skirt and slid her hand up between her thighs, Elenwë's soft moan seemed like the most glorious sound she'd ever heard.

“Feeling a bit better?” Irissë asked afterwards.

“I think so,” Elenwë said, laughing a little. They were sprawled beneath the tree, Elenwë's head resting on Irissë's stomach as Irissë deftly worked some of the tangles from Elenwë's hair. “Better enough that I can go home tonight and not feel like screaming. That's something.”

“We can always do this again,” Irissë said, trying to sound casual. “You know, if you start feeling too stressed.”

Elenwë reached up a hand and caught Irissë's fingers with her own. “I think,” she said, “that I'd like that very much.”

#aredhel #irisse #irissë #elenwe #elenwë #elenwë/aredhel #aredhel/elenwë #elenwe/aredhel #aredhel/elenwe #femslash #the silmarillion #silmarillion fanfiction #silm fic #silmfic #tolkien fanfic #silmarillion writers' guild #tolkien #silmarillion

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zaerakaz · 2 years

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Aredhel Ar-Feiniel

#aredhel #irissë #tolkien #elves #middle earth #silmarillion #silmarillion art #noldor #gondolin

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eunoiaastralwings · 2 years

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I rarely send asks because I believe I'm terrible at them and don't always remember an author's style. But Celegorm and Aredhel, with Aredhel rescuing Celegorm? Some humor and affection tossed in just because I've recently started liking them for some reason.

characters aredhel x celegorm

fandom tolkien- the silmarillion

a/n here you are hun i hope you like it @antares0606 thank you @i-did-not-mean-to and @sorisooyaa for helping me out with this one - kinda went blank lamoo

warnings celegorm being an idiot, aredhel being a savage, teasing- it’s these two so there will be innuendo but nothing explicit, they’re a slightly incestuous pairing- they’re half cousins.

When Celegorm planned this trip - this wasn't how he planned it.

That stupid fawn- having startled him enough to lose his footing on the tree and fall- only for him to get caught by vines and get tangled - dangling on the tree.

The mother was the target - but he had lost sight of the little fawn - only for it to make a startling noise for a small thing from below and lose his balance.

If his mentor saw him now - he would have his head - no matter how little a fawn or child may be - they would strive to protect their mother.

So he should know - he would have done the same for his mother.

He grunted - again, trying to reach up to his dragger around his waist - if only he wasn’t dangling upside down - one foot caught, arms and hair dangling like a trapped beast.

Huan grunted too - embarrassed by his master’s idiocy.

“Am trying, am trying! You could help, y’know?”

Celegorm glared down at his hound - seated comfortably near the tree - but even if he tried - Huan wouldn’t he able to reach him alone.

The sounds of horse galloping towards them only made his situation worse - and he groaned hearing the soft feminine giggles of his favorite huntress - of course she would find delight in this.

“Well, well - look who needs our help, Huan.”

She said -then climbed off her horse.

His hound snickered - leaving Celegorm to pull off one of his boots using his other feet and leave it fall onto the hound’s head - Huan immediately stopped laughing and shook his head.

He glared up at his master.

“Traitor” - Celegorm glared - however from his vision it was hard, since Huan was upside down for him.

“Don’t get mad at Huan- this is your own fault, Tyelko!”

She reminded him.

Of course- he didn’t forget- but before he even gotten the chance to make his reply her mouth opened again.

“Feast your eyes on me, Celegorm, the bravest of them all. I shall get that doe first! You watch me, Aredhel!”

He raised an eyebrow at her show- she had even made her voice deeper to mimic him- flexing her hands just as he did.

Her eyes were twinkled, shining in delight- and the wild part of him wondered how much her eyes would shine if he drowned her in ecstasy - have her whimpering, shivering and writhing under his touch.

Aredhel should know if Celegorm was ever unusually quiet- there’s something dark playing in his mind- but she kept continuing.

“Oh yeah, I see the brave hunter, dangled on a tree, the poor little baby. Oh! And look the doe no where in sight. Unless I'm blind, Huan you don't see it, do you?”

At this point, Huan had rolled onto his back in laughter- clearly finding the whole show of his friend mimicking his master very funny.

“A fawn got in the way.”

Celegorm grunted out - then trying to reach for that stupid blade around his waist again.

“A fawn you say? Oh! I cannot wait to tell Oromë .”

She laughed- her feminine laughter sounding cute to him - but the day he admits that will be his doom by her highness’ hands.

He tried shaking his leg - he would rather fall than to lose his pride and ask her for help.

“Hang on, you big baby” - she giggled.

“Am coming.”

Carefully taking off her boots - she climbed onto Huan - who gladly assisted.

At first, Aredhel - never the one to miss an opportunity to tease the hunter - faced him - placing herself only mere inches away from his face.

The huntress smirked as his pale eyes darkened - she knew damn well she was stirring awake his wildest dreams.

With her lips mere inches away - she began to speak.

“Who would have thought - the third son of the mighty Fëanor, would end up in help of dear little me.”

She spoke slowly - with every word her lips brushed smoothly against his lips - but due to his unfortunate circumstances she was still too far for him to crash his lips to her awaiting teasing lips.

From the corner of her eyes - she saw how Celegorm balled his fists.

Her fingers played and tapped up to his waist- slowly tracing the blade and the hem of his trousers.

“Irissë. . .”

Aredhel smirk only grew at the warning in his voice.

She gazed down to his eyes for a quick second - then prompted Huan to lift her higher - even though is wasn’t needed.

However - the grunts and groans from her half-cousin delighted her as her lower neck and collarbones lined in with his lips.

Celegorm debated- whether or not to swing and latch his teeth and lips onto her glowing skin - not to mention the fact her alluring scent of fresh peaches and lavender was intoxicating.

When he starts struggling - Aredhel noticed the vines and roots tightening, she quickly bops him on the head, instantly stopping the hunter prince from squirming.

“Stop it!”

“You stop it!”

He shouted back.

She rolled her eyes and slipped the blade easily off the hem of his trousers.

Realizing she had teased him enough for one day, she reached for the vines and cut them lose off his feet - only for him to go falling down.

But Huan was quick to react - as was Aredhel, she latched herself onto her the hounds neck when he pushed himself forward and Celegorm landed on his back - however did go tumbling down to the ground afterwards.

Aredhel threw her head back laughing- and hopping off her trusted friend, she reached out to pulled Celegorm to his feet.

He let out a disapproving grunt and reached for her hand.

She giggled and ruffled his hair- like Finno had done affectionately to her many times.

“Come on, you big baby - let’s get you washed.”

She said and kissed his nose.

So that’s how they found themselves here - Celegorm sitting on the tub and Aredhel plucking out whatever thorns or vines or leaves that were left on him.

She laid a soft reassuring kiss on his forehead.

“You’re so brave.”

“Thank you.”

He surprisingly replied - drawing soft circles on her hands when she wrapped her arms around him - from where she kneeled on the ground.

Oh- what would he do without his beautiful Irissë.

tags: @aeonianarchives @spidergirla5 @mslizziesblog

#aredhel #celegorm #aredhel x celegorm #Irissë #tyelko #tyelkormo #two dorky babies #the slim #The Silmarillion #silmarillion #silm #jrr tolkien #hunter x huntress #eunoiawrites #tolkien #tolkien elves #tolkien verse #answered

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mediumsizedpidegon · 1 year

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Imagine: you are Idril and you hate your cousin viscerally and this hate is later justified in every way possible. He is a monster and a traitor and as unlike your belovéd aunt as possible. And he dies, and he does not come to the Halls of Mandos and does not reembody. Perhaps you are horrible for thinking this: but you are glad. You are glad he is gone and unable to return. He was a nightmare who crawled into your stainless city and tore it down when it was least expected. He made your father love him, and then he betrayed him, and you will never forgive nor forget it. Now there is no way he can hurt you, your husband, your son, your people– and there is no one he can betray.

and then your aunt reembodies.

Your aunt reembodies and yes, she died for that monster, but she was blameless for she was forced to marry evil and birth evil and love evil. But now she's reborn without those cobwebs of enchantment and you are prepared for her grief and rage over having been controlled. She will not be the same. But she will be back, at long last.

Except. she comes back and none of these things happen.

She doesn't care that her son is evil and treacherous, more his father's son than hers. She doesn't care. She grieves for your city and in the next breath she wishes for her son's return. So you love your aunt and your aunt loves the creature of your nightmares– the betrayer that nearly killed your son and brought your home to ruin. So you love your aunt but she does not listen when you tell her to let her son go because she never saw–

and so your aunt leaves. and it feels like betrayal. like your cousin ruining your family further from beyond the grave.

she still visits, but no one in the family knows where she lives. She is strange– both the steely eyed aunt you remember and yet sometimes she looks like she has never seen you before. you try to break the enchantment that she must be under to keep looking for your Marred cousin, but there is nothing for you to find. all your trying does is send her into a rage the likes you have only seen once before: when she dragged your father away from following your mother in death for your sake.

you love your aunt, and most days, you are sure your aunt loves you.

but you cannot understand her, and in this you have lost her as surely as when she died.

#tolkien #the silmarillion #aredhel #idril celebrindal #maeglin #our long heritage of heresy #in the heresy verse things are so so complicated between aredhel and idril because neither of their feelings about maeglin are wrong exactl #but maeglin being GONE– nowhere in Arda– is really the straw that breaks the camel's back for aredhel #and all idril is seeing is the maeglin issue which is a significant part of it but there's other shit in there as well on aredhel's end!!#my favorite dynamic for aredhel amongst the nolofinwions is that they love her but on a fundamental level they do not understand her #and she loves them back. so she forgives them for it (mostly) and says nothing of it. she leaves when it gets too much #but she always comes back #except reembodied aredhel has had an entire history created about what happened to her after she left gondolin WITHOUT HER INPUT #and BOY did they get it WRONG #and it is SUFFOCATING #here lies my three defining traits for aredhel: 1) she has been mistranslated her entire life from the very first time her mother held her #and said Irissë meant “Desired Lady” instead “Lady of Desire”/“Lady who Desires”#2) aredhel has little forgiveness and little pity but for those she cares about she will let (minor) mistakes go #(no matter how these little things build up and rot and fester)#and 3) aredhel built the enchantments that hid Gondolin and her craft is threefold: illusions and hunting and always. always. freedom.#apparently no one in her family can understand this. even after thousands of years and her DEATH #and unfortunately for everyone else reembodied aredhel reaches her limit and finally finally snaps #and this looks like it has come out of NOWHERE to the nolofinwions #shit's messy!#<- should be the slogan of Aman #my posts

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elficially-done-with-life · 3 months

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SFW Alphabet - Aredhel

Pairing: Aredhel x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of past abuse and Eöl

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Aredhel is slow when it comes to affections. At least when it comes to romantic affection. If it's a pat on the shoulder or an arm around your shoulder, she's relatively quick about it.

Gentle and tender touches are slow because of her bad experiences in this direction. But if she feels safe with you, then she loves being close to you.

When you are hunting together and your feet are sore from all the running, she likes to pick you up and carry you.

Sometimes you don't expect anything and then all of a sudden she hugs you and tells you how happy she is to have you and that she just couldn't hold herself back when she saw you standing there all alone.

B = Best Friend (How would they be like as an best friend?)

She would be a really good best friend, but in the beginning she would be more of a person you can joke around with. She would only have in-depth conversations once she knows you better and knows that she can trust you. However, as she has a relatively good knowledge of people by now, this shouldn't take too long.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

As soon as Aredhel trusts you enough, she loves to cuddle. She has only ever known the harsher side of a relationship and is therefore happy to learn that with you it is actually different. There is nothing more beautiful for her than lying in your arms under the open sky and looking at the stars. She just really likes this softer side of love.

D = Domenstic (Would they want to settle down?)

She is a person who cannot stay in one place ALL of the time. However, she would like to stay close to her family as she has been away from them long enough, so you would have a dwelling close to her family to stay in. Nevertheless, you would sometimes travel together for several weeks to see more of Valinor.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

She would be very honest and upfront about this, but would be careful not to hurt your feelings too much.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

Aredhel wouldn't get into a relationship if she wasn't serious about it, which is why she's sure she loves you and you'll stay together for a long time if you've been together for a while. So there would be no one else for her.

As for getting married, she would be rather slow because she has had some bad experiences with that and would therefore be very cautious, even if she trusted you.

You would probably have to wait until she is ready and asks you to marry her herself.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both emotionally and physically?)

Aredhel would be very gentle. Especially emotionally, as she wouldn't want to hurt you under any circumstances, as she knows what that feels like.

Her touches would always be gentle at first, and with time would get a little bolder but she would always be careful not to hurt you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

As soon as she is comfortable with you, she hugs you almost constantly, at least thrice a day. Her hugs are warm and make you feel safe.

She also likes it when you hug her or ask her for a hug, as it makes her feel taken care of and shows her that you love her.

I = I love you (How fast would they say the L-Word?)

With Aredhel, it would take quite a while before she would be ready to say "I love you." because it's something that feels very final to her, and she'd rather take things slowly. This doesn't mean that she doesn't like you, but that she's not ready to tell you. Instead, she brings you things (stones, flowers...) from hunting trips to show you that she loves you without being able to say it out loud.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Aredhel wouldn't be very jealous. She would only enter into a romantic relationship with someone if she really trusted that person, so she trusts you.

If it did come to that, she would talk to you about it instead of doing anything about it behind your back.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Aredhel's kisses are usually gentle, but can quickly become passionate and deep once you reach that part of your relationship.

She likes it when you go all over her body with warm and gentle kisses as she appreciates soft touches. She also thinks it's nice to know that you like her body a lot.

She loves kissing your cheeks because it's quick and she can tell you how much she likes you with that quick little touch. (If you blush, even better)

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

She is good with children, after all she raised her own son. If you look after relatives' children, she will tell them about adventures you have had on your travels or show them special finds from the forest.

M = Mornings (How are mornings spend with them?)

Aredhel usually gets up early, but doesn't get out of bed without giving you a kiss on the forehead, cheek or bare shoulder.

If she does stay in bed longer, she likes it very much if you simply lie next to each other in the warmth of the other's body and look lovingly into one another's eyes while you stroke each your hair and arms and exchange a few gentle kisses.

N = Night (How are nights spend with them?)

In the evening, Aredhel likes to cuddle until you fall asleep. However, she prefers it when she is the big spoon or lying on top of you, because then she doesn't feel cramped or caged in, which can sometimes lead to unpleasant memories.

She once in a while has nightmares, but wakes up from them very quietly, which is why you don't usually wake up from them. It takes her a while to get comfortable enough to wake you up, but when she does, she will seek you out after a nightmare. She usually lays her head on your lap while you massage her scalp. Then she either talks about her nightmare while you listen attentively, or she asks you to tell a joke or sing a song to distract her.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Only later in your relationship would Aredhel open up to you. There are a few little things you already know beforehand. For example, that she has already been married once, because it is important to her that you get to know her son and that you understand each other before you can dive deeper into your relationship. However, you don't know all the circumstances and it's still a bit difficult for Aredhel to talk about everything.

But once she has started, it is as if a great weight has been lifted from her, especially when she realises that you take her worries and feelings seriously and don't see her in a different light because of her previous experiences. So she quickly starts to reveal more about herself.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Because she is a good hunter and has raised a child, her patience is practically unlimited.

However, if someone doesn't take her or your feelings seriously, a few angry words may well leave her mouth. However, she will say them calmly and threateningly rather than loudly.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

She wouldn't remember every little detail, but if something was important to you, she would try to remember it.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

She loves the little moments like the first time you went hunting together in the forest and she had to teach you all sorts of things.

Also when she asked you to marry her or when you and Maeglin threw her a small surprise party with a cute cake that looked nice but was not necessarily edible, because you talked so much that you forgot to add sugar, are moments she will never forget.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Aredhel likes to pretend she's protecting you, but she once confessed to you that she also likes it when you protect her. Even if it's just from little things. When you argue with someone on her behalf, it makes Aredhel feel wonderful.

But she also protects you. And if you sren't already capable to do it yet, she'll be happy to teach you how to use a bow and arrow so that you can protect yourself in a fight too.

T = Try (How much efford would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Aredhel pretends to forget anniversaries, only to surprise you at the last minute with a small gift and a loving kiss.

She is good with everyday tasks but you have decided to divide them fairly among yourselves.

Dates tend to be simple and spontaneous, but no less romantic.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habit of them?)

Sometimes when something bothers Aredhel about your relationship, she doesn't say it, she just swallows it because she's afraid you'll leave her at the first sign that she's too complicated. It took a while, and some help from Turgon, Fingolfin and Anairë, for you to be able to recognise when she was feeling this way.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

If you're going to a feast or celebration, she'll be interested in looking nice, but most of the time she doesn't care.

She usually wears her hair simple and practical and there are often mud or grass stains on her clothes.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Since Aredhel doesn't like the idea of being so dependent on a person that you can no longer live without them, she would be able to manage without you. However, she doesn't like to think about it because she loves having you in her life and wouldn't trade you for anything.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them?)

Aredhel likes to sing quietly to herself when she is tidying up or going for a walk. She always has to be so quiet when hunting and therefore likes to fill her everyday life with a little more noise.

It takes her a while to do this in front of you though, as this is a very personal part of herself and Eöl didn't particularly liked it when she did this.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

She doesn't like it when you lie to her, (unless it's for a good reason, like when you lie to her about a surprise for her) because then she feels a little less like she can trust you and trust is important to Aredhel.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Usually snuggles up to you while you sleep and buries her face in your hair, your shoulder or your chest.

When you once asked her about this, she said that it was probably because your scent makes her feel safe.

#aredhel x reader #aredhel #aredhel x fem!reader #tolkien x reader #x reader #elves x reader #silmarillion x reader #fluff #sfw #sfw alphabet #silmarillion #irisse #irissë x reader #irissë #nolofinwëans x reader #nolofinwëans

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a-happy-artist · 3 months

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Reunion between Anairë & Aredhel in Valinor

#anairë #anaire #aredhel #aredhel ar feiniel #tolkien fanart #fanart #silmarillion fanart #silmarillion #silm art #tolkien #nolofinwëans #nolofinweans #irisse #irissë #art

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firinaira · 5 months

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Nolofinwë, Irissë and Turukáno with little daughter. Somewhere in Helcaraxë after Elenwë's death.

Do not use without my permission, please!

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lovefairymina · 4 months

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(A nice ending for that sad Aredhel x male reader fic)

Aredhel had been taking care of you after the whole fiasco with Eol. You had miraculously survived from the poison and the wound and Eol was no more. It eased your soul that Aredhel and Lomion were safe, but surprisingly, Aredhel had not left your side since you woke up from the coma , especially when you all found out that you had lost the use of your legs. Your life was spared but the poison had taken your ability to walk.

You were sit down in a wheelchair and Aredhel seemed to have take it upon herself to push you around even if she didn't have to. She even refused to let servants to do it for her. It might have been out of protectiveness since you did nearly die.

Lomion had been protective as well. He always came to check on you while trying to adapt living in Gondolin. There was always a sense of fear in his eyes, like he was anxious to find you in worse situation than before. It honestly felt strange to have two elves looking after a human man like yourself so intensevely.

"Arrie? You do know you do not have to look after me. You are a princess and your brother had given caregivers to do that for you," you said as you two arrived to a garden. "I know, but I want to," she answered as she settled down on a bench beside you as you began feeding the birds that arrived. "Why thought? It feels a bit out of place that you are suddenly so intent to stay put and look after a mortal like me?" you questioned.

"You had done so much for me and Lomion. You looked after us. You even nearly died saving us and lost your ability to walk. I think its only fair I now look after you," Aredhel said as one of the birds landed on her hands. You looked at her with pretensious surprise. "Oh dear, who are you and what have you done to the wild untameable Aredhel ?" you questioned. She lets out a laught. "Is it really that big of a surprise I decide to stay put?" she questioned.

"Yes! You're usually either sad or depressed when you stay put. You are someone who can't even sit down for a one minute before venturing god's know where," you said and she released an amused chuckle.

"I'm glad thought. You're finally smiling again," you said as you petted one of the birds. "You're not putting on that fake smile to appease Eol anymore. You are finally smiling and grinning like the first time we met. It feels more like real you," you glanced at her. Aredhel looked back at you with hidden surprise before letting out a gentle smile.

"But you do know that I won't be here forever? I will eventually pass away from old age," you questioned. "I know…" Aredhel answered. "But… If I can help you live comfortably till the end of your days. I'm more than happy to oblige. Me and Lomion nearly lost you," she looked down.

You glanced at her and gently grabbed her hands into yours. You held on to it and rubbed her calloused fingers in comfort, knowing it would comfort her. "Even if I had died from the poison. I want you to know I would have done it again. You two are important to me. But… I would have also refused to die easily, not until I knew you and Lomion would have been okay," you said as you looked at your dearest friend.

“I know, Y/N. You've chanted those words to me more than I can count on my fingers. However, now it is our turn to ensure you are well taken care off,” she laughed and gave your hand a gentle pat before turning it into a squeeze. “And I am more than blessed that Eru had given you the opportunity to live after your heroic moment, for I have been given a good friend. I am blessed that you are here with me during your mortal years.”

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {aredhel}#aredhel x you #aredhel x y/n #aredhel imagine #aredhel #irisse #irissë #house of fingolfin #nolofinweans #silm imagines #middle earth imagine

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echo-bleu · 8 months

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your veins are empty of dust

Nerdanel stays behind and sculpts. Also on AO3. Title from The Amazing Devil's King.

There is no need for statues to remember, in a world that doesn’t forget.

Nerdanel likes to carve birds and rabbits and flowers and leaves. Transitory wonders. When she is commissioned to sculpt people, she shapes new features, never before seen, or she captures the ever-changing fánas of barely-there Maiar.

She has hanged painted portraits and sketches of her children at various stages of growing all over the house, but no marble likeness.

They are right here to look at, after all.

After Alqualondë, Nerdanel retreats from the world.

The darkness and the absence permeate everything. Elves discover the grief of impermanence. In Tirion, there is no court left to appear at, no councils to lead, no strolls to take at the end of the day to admire the Mingling. No news from the ones who have left.

Anairë finds her late one day in her workshop, surrounded by slabs of stone larger than her. She is hammering forcefully at one of them, the barest hints of an elven shape already taking form in the marble. Bitter, stinging tears run down her cheeks and into her collar, and her arms ache with exhaustion.

The body is only barely sketched, but the face is already chiselled, smooth curves and angular cheekbones.

Fëanáro emerges out of the marble, looking like he’s about to take life.

(Across the sea, her sons lead a funeral.)

It’s Anairë again who comes to her, when Arien first sails across the sky. Nerdanel is rearranging her workshop to take advantage of the new light. The windows were designed for the glowing of the Trees.

Anairë nearly collapses as soon as she passes the door.

“Who?” Nerdanel asks her, supporting her to a chair. It’s covered in white stone dust, but neither of them cares.

Fëanáro’s finished statue looms in a corner of the workshop, just out of the light. He looks like he did when she first met him, young and passionate and determined, before the world shrunk around them and suffocated him.

“Arakáno,” her friend weeps.

“Oh, Anairë,” Nerdanel murmurs. “Your youngest.”

“Would you—”

Nerdanel had no intention of ever doing it again. “Of course,” she says.

It was overly optimistic of her, she supposes.

Arakáno looks painfully young and hopeful under her chisel’s tip.

For centuries, there are no news. Nerdanel’s art escapes toward the abstract, great shapes of wind and water and fire coming out of the stone in ways they never had before. Arafinwë crowns himself king, and Anairë busies herself with the day-to-day workings of the court and the administration.

Nerdanel doesn’t think about her sons across the water. She doesn’t wonder how Maitimo looks with a crown on his head. She doesn’t wonder which new instrument Makalaurë has taken up. She doesn’t wonder what new animal languages Tyelkormo has learned. She doesn’t wonder if Carnistir still wants to write his book, or if Atarinke is coming close to the skill of his father, or what little Tyelpë has grown into. She doesn’t imagine Ambarussa running into danger with every new day, so far away from her.

(Except on the days when she can’t think about anything else.)

Somehow, against all of her instincts, life goes on.

There is no twinge from the bonds in her fëa, no sign of any change. She’s almost ready to think them safe, over there, maybe even thriving.

And then Anairë comes back.

Little Irissë used to follow Tyelkormo around everywhere. Fëanáro would watch her childish infatuation with much more indulgence than he ever afforded Findekáno and his friendship with Maitimo, perhaps because neither of them were their fathers’ heirs.

Where is Tyelkormo now, with his little shadow gone? Is Maitimo free to live his love for all to see? Have any of her sons married? Atarinke’s wife didn’t go into exile either, though she wants nothing to do with Nerdanel. The others left unpledged to anyone but that oath they all took.

To the everlasting darkness.

What if they fail?

Nerdanel has never truly wondered what will happen then, too busy missing them and cursing Fëanáro for it all.

Irissë’s marble figure looks back at her accusingly. All the arrows in her quiver are fletched with Tyelkormo’s special technique.

It’s fifty more years before she carves another face, but the question haunts her.

(Ñolofinwë looks grander and colder in stone than he ever did in life.)

Eärwen didn’t come to her when she lost Angaráto and Aikanáro. Nerdanel heard it through Anairë and mourned, but she can’t blame her. Eärwen never forgave the murder of her brothers – how could she – and she avoids Nerdanel if she can help it. She has only recently moved back to Tirion and rejoined her husband.

Arafinwë doesn’t publicize the death of his sons. He could call for city-wide mourning, but he keeps their grief private and personal. Few can see the bags under his eyes as he holds court as normal in the wake of his loss.

But a few weeks after Findaráto’s death, Nerdanel finds Eärwen at the door of her workshop.

The news come with rumours of a great battle, of spouses and parents and children all over Tirion feeling the loss. Anairë’s shoulders are hunched over with the weight of grief.

The white marble makes Findekáno’s skin seem almost transparent, compared to the warm brown of her memories.

She grieves for Maitimo as much as she grieves for Anairë. Her son could never hide from her his devotion for Findekáno, the depth of his feelings. Did Findekáno ever forgive him for the burning of the ships? Did they find some happiness together?

She will never know.

She tried, long ago, at Fëanáro’s bequest, to sculpt Míriel’s likeness from the body resting in the Garden of Lórien. She could never make her look alive.

Arafinwë waited years to commission a statue of Finwë. He put it in his throne room. Nerdanel hasn’t stepped foot in it since.

10.

She feels the bounds snap, snap, snap, only minutes apart. She collapses in the street, and the paint buckets in her hands spill around her, yellow and blue flowing into her red hair like a painting.

She comes back to herself on a couch in Anairë’s bower. For days, she only has the strength to weep until she makes herself sick.

Tyelkormo. Carnistir. Atarinke.

She locks herself inside her workshop. It is no refuge, only pain aggrandized, only grief carved into her soul. She can’t stand it. She keeps going.

When she finally emerges, after her father, worried, has come himself to find her, there are three new statues at the back of her atelier.

It doesn’t feel like it’s enough. It never has.

She doesn’t step inside the workshop again for several years.

11.

When she does, it’s for Anairë, who has now lost everything.

12.

She sculpts her twins together, in each other’s arms, inseparable even in eternal stillness.

(She can barely stand to look at them.)

13.

She knows now what her sons did over the sea. From the young Sinda girl and her strange husband, she has heard how they died. She has wept for their deeds as she wept for their deaths, and she weeps still for the two who live now on borrowed time, hunted and haunted by their own hand and the terrible Oath her husband had them swear.

Arafinwë has gone to war. Nerdanel wonders if Eärwen will come to her, when he doesn’t come back.

14.

Maitimo is beautiful, towering over her, his half-braided hair cascading down his shoulder. She can almost see the colours in the white marble veins, her own bright red reflected in his, the delicate tones of his skin.

Like her husband, he burned bright until the fire engulfed him entirely.

She falls to her knees at his feet. She has no tears left to weep.

15.

“He didn’t look like this, any more.”

Nerdanel turns sharply, to find Findaráto leaning against the door of the workshop.

He doesn’t look like he did under the light of the Trees, either. His face is a study of scars and new lines that didn’t fade in Mandos, and his gaze is heavy with pain. Nerdanel wonders what Eärwen did with his statue.

“He lost his right hand during his rescue from Angband,” Findaráto says, nodding at Maitimo’s likeness. “And he was heavily scarred.”

Nerdanel swallows around the lump in her throat, and runs a dusty hand through her hair. Does she want to keep her son unmarred in memory, as he no longer is?

She takes a breath and hold out her chisel. “Show me.”

16.

There are six statues at the back of her atelier. It is now clear of anything else, clean and aired and unused, her chisels and hammers put away in their racks.

Between the second and the third statue, there is an empty space. And in the middle of the workshop, a single slab of stone, waiting.

17.

It stays untouched.

18.

“Ammë,” her son murmurs as he collapses into her arms, fresh off the ship that brings him over the sea, after two ages of wandering.

He looks nothing like she remembers. He’s so thin that he hardly weighs in her embrace, half-faded, his face marked with age as no elf’s should be. He barely has a grip on where he is on a good day, and he is lost in time more often than not.

She doesn’t care.

And if she finds him in her workshop sometimes, talking to the statues of his father and his brothers as if they are alive, well. People have said that her likenesses look more real than real people.

(Makalaurë, standing still in the empty space that long awaited him, makes a better marble than live body.)

19.

One day, maybe, they will come back to her from Mandos, alive and safe. One day, maybe, Makalaurë will live again in the present more than he is in the past. One day, maybe, she will no longer be surrounded by faces of stones, and she will be able to stop grieving.

For now, she will bask in the presence of her last son and her grandsons – Tyelpë, all grown and only just re-embodied, and Elrond, who brought her Makalaurë back.

And she will wait.

#nerdanel #silmarillion #tolkien #silm fic #anaire #finrod #maglor #maedhros #feanor #celegorm #curufin #caranthir #ambarussa #echo's fanfiction

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