#naltanare

[deadqueernoldor]

"You know this can't be good," said Naltanare, idly poking at the cream cake in front of him.

Maglor nodded. He was very aware that Lilótie had never invited him like this – "Atya, ada is coming over for tea. Could you come, too, please?"

The mere presence of the words "could" and "please" had sent him straight to Síloriel, presenting the five most likely scenarios to soon be thrust upon him. Liló never used please with him if she did not want something. And she knew if she insinuated tea time, he would come without being asked.

Scenario 1: Liló didn't know what to get Meludir for their anniversary. It was a big one – the first century after marriage was always spent in rose-coloured glasses, and the 100th anniversary was nearly as lavish as the wedding itself had been.

After Siloriel had pointed out that they had attended Liló and Meludir's centennial anniversary half a decade ago, he discarded that thought after some grumbling about time passage.

Scenario 2: Liló was planning something concerning either Meludir, Lindir, or anyone else close to her husband.

It wouldnt be the first time Maglor and Naltanare conspired against the elleth's husband and kin to ensure that Lilótie's careful plan was executed to perfection.

Scenario 3: It was unlikely, but Maglor had briefly entertained the thought of Liló wanting her fathers' help building a smial. Maglor knew how to build the traditional hobbit homes, no matter the configuration, while Naltanare was mindful of just how to plan homes so they could be used without changes for many years to come.

But that idea, too, was discarded swiftly. Liló was happy in her little house with a wild garden she landscaped as she pleased.

Scenario 4: She truly wanted to do nothing more than spend time with her biological and adoptive father. They had all been busy – Maglor with Aduialon and Mirien hitting their adolescence and being hot-headed and sharp-tongued more days than not, Naltanare and Medeth helping re-cultivate a forest grove which had been thoroughly destroyed by a mallorn rotted by bark beetles and their larvae falling over, and Liló with many a landscaping project around their home and kin's homes.

Maglor had missed her, that much was clear.

But seeing as Meludir ambled inside, fidgeting with the sleeves of his good tunic, Maglor also disregarded that option.

"I am aware," he answered Naltanare, watching keenly as Meludir slid into the seat opposite them. Just as he sat, Liló came inside with a bright grin. She was happy, which calmed Maglor considerably. Her summoning both her father figures was not an attempt to soothe distress.

"To what do we owe the pleasure, Liló," he asked.

Still smiling, she sat beside Meludir. Neither Naltanare nor Maglor missed the waver of her lips. "I- We ought to tell you something."

Scenario 5: The scenario. Most likely to happen considering the couple's age. Most likely to happen considering the interactions the two fathers had witnessed. Most likely to be the reason why Medeth had played secretive as she had ushered Naltanare away with a knowing glean in her eyes.

Scenario 5: Pregnancy.

It was not a notion either ellon had contemplated until this moment. Liló was young. Barely grown, never mind that she was around 1100 years of age. She was their baby. Her starting her own family beyond a husband was just too soon!

"Ah," managed Naltanare.

Liló shifted. "Naneth said I- we are well so far." Her cheeks reddened.

"I see."

"Do you... hum..."

Maglor rubbed his face. Naltanare was overwhelmed. Grand. Just grand. To be fair, she was his actual daughter and only child. Maglor had already had the faint panic of having a child marry and have children. While he had not been there with Elrond or Elros, he had still felt the joy and fretful urges of a grandparent when he had heard of their fatherhood.

And, he reasoned, he was several years older than Naltanare. If Maglor knew how to do anything, it was acting the elder.

"If you are asking if we understand the insinuation that you two will be expecting an elfling, yes, Liló, we understand perfectly fine."

Her cheeks reddened impossibly more. Maglor, too, faintly felt the blush creep up his neck. He had five children. He knew very well how elflings came to be, and that his daughter– he banished that thought as swiftly as it had come.

"Congratulations, you two," he said instead. Under the table, he kicked Naltanare to snap out of the surprise.

#they are awkward about it and i love that your honour #not enough for a ficlet not enough for a chapter but just enough for a tumblr post #this belongs into the timeline of my Old Maggie series btw. in like 1000 years or so into the 4th age #tolkien

[thefandomstorage]

Her different hair pieces

Y’all remember that Gil-Galad x Celebrimbor kid idea I talked about a while back? Well here she is!

I honestly don’t know if her title would be lady or princess since she’s born in the 4th age in Valinor, so I just defaulted to Lady. Her father name is Ruiniel and is what her dads mostly call her by, while outsiders would most likely call her Naltanare (her “mother” name). I’ll make a whole separate post for her names later.

She is very proud of her Feanorian heritage and will 100% throw hands about it. She has those bits of Feanorian (honestly, all Finweions have it) pride in her. Hence why I have her dressed in a sort of wine red color. I knew I wanted something close to red but like her dad her wears off red colors (most of the time). Originally, the dress was pink, but I like this color better. 

She is just as proud of her Nolofinwean heritage and will also throw hands about it. I’ll post the other versions of her dress in a separate post, but I will say she does have a Nolofinwean dress.

Celebrimbor of course makes sure she has plenty of jewels both displaying her Feanorian and Nolofinwean sides. Her look with the red stones and pearls (little hint towards Gil’s foster dad) is her semi-formal look. The headpiece made out of glowing diamonds (they’re not Silmarils or anything similar, don’t worry) is a (barely slightly) more subtle reference to her family lines.

Also I just realized that this is the first time I ever drew my Gil-Galad design! He deserves better than a minor sketch. He needs a full pic soon. But the sketch came out so cute! Atya and his little star. I need to do a Celebrimbor counterpart pic someday.

Anyways, yeah, meet Ruiniel, she’s made a home in my head and now I adore her. So do her dads.

#silmarillion fanart #silm art #lotr fanart #ereinion gil galad #celebrimbor #Gil-Galad x Celebrimbor #silm oc #oc #silmarillion oc #lotr oc #gil-galad #my art #the silmarillion #tolkien oc #I lover her and am already attached to her design #I honestly now want to write Elrond meeting her #He would be so happy to see such a happy child from his old homeboys

[aseaunsettled]

&&&. morinel's names.

Because Eldar have too many, and Morinel has opinions on all of them.

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥/𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞. ( 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫-𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞). her father name was first given to her in quenya, though it was publicly announced in sindarin, and it means (roughly) 'dark-crowned star'. it refers to the fact she was born at night, with dark hair like her father's, and then as her eyes are grey, the starlight made her eyes look bright. very solid, middle of the road, doesn't call too much attention to her, she likes it. [the quenya nickname for this is morye which is very seldom used by her family since it is too close to 'moryo' which is her father's nickname.] 𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐰𝐞/𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐧. ( 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫-𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 ). this alludes to her heiritage as one of the house of finwe and also eventually her interest in fibercraft. it means 'knowing-finwë'. made of the components 'ista' as a noun meaning “lore, knowledge” or a verb “to know” and the suffix 'finwë'. (which is further glossed as '“clever, skillful; fine, delicate; skill, dexterity”). the (quenya) nickname for this is istye, which is usually only used by family/very close friends. she does not use this name very often after the war of wrath, as she feels it has… political connotations.... that she would prefer to avoid, thank you very much. 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬/𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐡. ( 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 ) 'siryanis' (river-woman). given to her by an aunt for her love of the gelion/rivers in general. it changes slightly to 'river-name' to fit the phonetics of sindarin a little better. (in her years of the trees 'verse, 'naltanare' (radiant-fire) takes the place of 'siryanis'. and she uses the combination of 'naltanare istafinwe' until it is time to translate her names into sindarin, in which she goes more by morinel.)

tldr;

morínellë istafinwë/morinel isfin - her name in quenya/sindarin until the war of wrath.

(her parents tend to use the quenya versions of her names in private, and occasionally in public, depending on how much of a fuck they gave about the quenya ban on any given day.)

morinel sireneth is how she will address/introduce herself post war of wrath.

of all many names she has, morinel is by far the one she prefers most.

istyë is a nickname only her family calls her.

her father also occasionally called her 'cirincë', which is a kind of red bird because she loved birds growing up and was also often dressed in red.

in her Years of the Trees AU, naltanárë takes the spot of most preferred name (she is Very Proud of it), and the nickname for that is naltyë (also only called by those close to her).

#❝ the song that i’d always sing ❞ → hcs/meta #❝ kindling for a little while ❞ → ooc; queue #i have no idea if 'morínellë' is actually conjugated correctly because i created it in sindarin first lmao #*it being the name 'morinel'