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Nolofinwëan week welcomes fan creations centering any members of the House of Fingolfin and their descendants through the ages.
Nolofinwëan Week 2025 will run from November 2nd - 8th
FAQ & Rules & Requirements: Desktop | Mobile
2025 Prompts
2025 Community Challenges
AO3 Collection
With a huge thank you to @melestasflight for all their work with this event until here, this is now run by @queerofthedagger
Earendil and Elwing meeting once again.
Tried to finish it for @nolofinweanweek buuuut, time
And that concludes Nolofinwëan Week for 2025!
Thank you so much to everyone who wrote, made art and edits, reblogged, commented, and supported this year's round; it's been such a great week, and I can't wait for next year! <3
[Late submissions are of course more than welcome]
Argon inspired moodboard
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Eol inspired moodboard
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Elenwe inspired moodboard
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Fingon inspired moodboard
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Anaire inspired moodboard
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Gil Galad inspired moodboard
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Turgon inspired moodboard
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Aredhel inspired moodboard
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The Measure of Mercy
Summary: His eyes were as hard as the bloodied edge of his blade. “You cannot look away from death, Irissë. It is a part of the hunt, a living beast that runs ever in its train. If you mean to hunt, you must know when to deal mercy, by your own hand, if your arrows do not.”
In which Aredhel learns and deals mercy, in all of its guises. Or, an examination of why Aredhel pleads for Eöl's life, written for @nolofinweanweek.
Rating: T
Word Count: 3.2k
Aredhel slipped beneath the green-clad boughs of the wood, as fleet-footed as a maiden of Nessa greeting the spring upon the greenswards. In her hand she held the bow Fingon had made for her, small and curved and light, with silver scrollwork and runes of never-erring set into its slender limbs.
Fingon had at last said that she was ready to hunt, and she was too eager to wait for him to join her, as he had promised to.
Birdsong spilled from the branches as she passed beneath, ears pricked for the sound of stirrings in the undergrowth and hands ready upon her bow. She caught the patterings of squirrels clattering up bark-clad boles; the soft, slinking step of foxes hunting their own quarry, and the delvings and diggings of voles in the dirt. And then—the soft, cautious tread of a hare.
Long ears twitched among the feathered leaves of the bracken. A nose and trembling whiskers, sniffing. The gleam of a wide, amber eye struck by the light of Laurelin lancing through the canopy.
Silently, Aredhel knelt amongst the bracken. Arrow feathers brushed her jaw as she drew the bowstring taught.
The hare rose up, sniffing, and bared the pale fur of its stomach for only a moment, but that was all that Aredhel needed.
The limbs of her bow trembled, and the bowstring sang out. The hare's ears swiveled, and its whiskers twitched, sensing the danger too late. The arrow flew true, and the hare fell like a stone, thumping softly upon a bed of bracken.
Read the rest on AO3.
Tuor inspired moodboard
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Maeglin inspired moodboard
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Idril inspired moodboard
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Celebrian inspired moodboard
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the ice in the paragon
[Nolofinwëan-centric | 2.1k | M | ccntuaw | SWG]
Written for @nolofinweanweek 2025
Tags: Canon Compliant, Helcaraxë Exploration, Complicated Relationships, Implied/Referenced Cannibalism
Summary:
Those who survive do so by cutting parts of themselves off; their innocence, sacrificed to the altar of devouring hunger. Their faith, drowned alongside their children. Their fingers, toes, limbs, coin the Ice demands in exchange for passage. Those who survive do so in despite; they do not know yet that this will be true for centuries to come. — The House of Nolofinwë, and their time on the Ice. A deed of great renown and endurance, told in an assortment of loosely connected drabbles.
