Currently unfortunately reading AC0TAR because a very special person of mine likes it and one of the many many things that annoys me is the vaguely animalistic reproductive language. “My mate” you can just say wife or partner. “A mating present” you can just say marriage present because that’s what it is. I guess the idea is to establish that the Fae have different customs and romantic and sexual norms than humans but can we please use more humanizing language.
Nerdanel wouldn't trade any of her sons for all the riches in the world, make no mistake. She's just baffled by how many she has.
I headcanon that Fëanor is near enough physcially incapable of producing a daughter on account of his trauma surrounding his mum's death. Also, every time Nerdanel gets pregnant, he spends the entire year beside himself with anxiety.
She caught herself rejoicing that she didn't know the dead elf plastered on the floor, and then felt sick of herself.
– A small piece, more of a writing exercise in the middle of the night because I can't sleep and my head is full of elves and war (so like, a typical Olena moment). A bit of a test of writing Nárien's inner monologue and her feelings on killing, set probably around the First Kinslaying. Enjoy and tell me how you like it! –
TW: blood, implied murder, minor character death (outside of narration).
She caught herself rejoicing that she didn't know the dead elf plastered on the floor, and then felt sick of herself.
Nárien didn't know the fallen Noldo, but his face looked vaguely familiar, like she's seen him a few times before, never paying it any attention or learning his name.
Where could that have been? Her father's forge? Her mother's atelier? Just as a passerby on the colourful streets of Tirion?
She attempted to check his pulse before noticing that the fabric around his neck was soaked. Blood. Someone had cut his throat and taken his blade, probably in self-defence.
Nárien looked at her hand. She could smell it, that metallic, almost rusty stench, and could barely swallow the lump in her throat. The vision of her stained fingers became blurry and she grabbed onto the wall, desperate not to trip over the corpse.
It was warm, the blood was still warm to the touch, she realised.
And then she couldn't breathe.
She heard a noise in the distance, and her hand automatically raised her own sword, only to see the blade in the faint light coming from a tiny cleft in the wall.
I can't stop thinking about a Silmarillion fix-it AU. I don't usually like AUs, but this one is a balm to my soul: Nerdanel went to the War of Wrath. Maybe in secret. And at the very end, she is the one standing guard over the Silmarils. Her sons sneak into the camp and are about to kill the guard... BUT THEN THEY SEE WHO IT IS and stop. In the end, it all turns out well for them. Someone, please, write this fanfic 🤧🤧🤧
everyone is picturing Finarfin as the calm, quiet brother but come on he is the youngest child(if I'm being correct). the youngest child is the spoiled little brat who doesn't give a sh!t about anything or anyone (I know because I have one, my little sister is a demon). also they act like a little angel when they are the reason their siblings fight in the first place.
Feanor and Fingolfin fighting (probably for the 92836828 time).
Finwe looking at them tiredly, already used to this routine.
Finarfin suddenly appearing beside his father and scared the sh!t out of him: hahhh finfin
Finarfin: such an unobedient, selfish siblings. right father?
Finwe: yeah, you are right, they fight all the time
Finarfin: yeah, but I don't do that. I'm such a good child, right father?
Finwe, smiling and patting his head: right finfin, you are the only one who listens to me and behaves well
Finarfin, smiles innocently: alright father, you can go join mother while I take care of them
Finwe smiles then leaves.
Finarfin returned to where his brothers are still fighting: oi, Feanor. Fingol said you are too short to be our sibling
Feanor:*eye twitching*, he said what?!!
Fingolfin, typical middle child: am I wrong though?, you are the oldest one yet the shorter one in the family
Just remembered how much I love Feanel and it makes my heart gush that Feanor and Nerdanel didn't meet in a typical "Noldor" way like in a workshop or something. They bonded over their love of traveling first, they share a hobby together that's not usually associated with what their most known for. Like I think they both felt like outcasts in a way which is why Nerdanel meets Feanor in a place "far from the dwellings of the Noldor." It wasn't love at first sight but they were definitely each other's escapes from the shallow way their people viewed them, in the hills and shores they didn't have to craft and be the best at something to prove their worth their company was enough!!!!
I just have one question to Maedhros fanfic writers....... WHERE TF ARE YOU GUYS??!!, why Maedhros fanfics/imagines suddenly stopped?!. it has been months guys.*lay down on the floor*. I can't function without Mae fic/imagine.
“I asked chatgpt” well I asked Fëanor, son of Finwë, High King of the Exiled Noldor and he thinks that sacrificing your critical thinking skills to the whims and machinations of techbros is THE WORK OF MORGOTH WRITTEN INTO THE ODE THAT ARDA SINGS and that to do so IS TO SHAME YOURSELF AND YOUR UNLIMITED POTENTIAL. BE FREE. BE FREE AND CREATE WORKS OF WONDER YET UNTOLD
Kidnapper: *evil laughter* I have taken one of your siblings.
Maedhros: Which one? I have six of them.
Kidnapper: The loud, annoying one.
Maedhros: *unimpressed* I repeat, which one? I have six of those.
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