#ananolvo

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My darlings, Fingolfin and Anaire, just got engaged 💍

This is an illustration for Virtus at Scientia! Final chapter is up now ❤️

Their lips passed over one another, but it was not enough, and they opened their mouths to kiss again, and it was sweet, and it was precious, and despite all their fears they knew it was holy.

They pulled apart and looked at each other for a moment, and there were shining tears like sweet dewdrops pooling in the corners of Anairë’s large blue eyes.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“And I, you.”

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

All the bells in Tirion rang when the prince and his lady were wed

(the happy couple for @ananolvo-day, back when the future seemed certain, and only ever bright)

[holy-marmalade]

My very quick and humble contribution to @ananolvo-day ♡

[ananolvo-day]

Anairë/Fingolfin Day is one month away! On December 13th!

This is a one day event to celebrate Anairë and Fingolfin through fan creations. People can submit fanworks about these characters—any kind of fanworks! Art, fiction, moodboards, playlists, edits, all are welcome!

Prompts are optional, but you can find a list here

To submit a work to the fest, please mention this blog in your post and tag it as #Anaire/Fingolfin 2025. There will also be an Ao3 collection called Anaire/Fingolfin Day 2025. This blog will reblog all submitted works.

Rules are HERE

Have fun creating!! This will be a fun fest!!

[astral-aromance]

Round-up of all my pieces for @silmsmutweek 2025!

[elvhenomenon]

The only thing we know about Anairë is that she is a Noldor elf, as we know for a fact that, with some exceptions, such as most of the sons of Fëanor and the House of Mahtan from which they descend, not all of the Noldor have dark hair. I still headcanon that she has sea-green eyes.

Here is a quick thing I made for Anairë and Fingolfin in Picrew. My Anairë is Mediterranean/Balkan-influenced (especially the ancient Greeks and Romans), so she has a bit of an olive complexion, and I may have been inspired by fan art depicting her as a brunette, such as this piece by Righon and this piece by 0torno. I also headcanon that her house has a lot of green in its palette, and that even before her friendship with Eärwen, her family was close to the Teleri, hence the presence of many sea motifs and colors, such as aquamarine. Too bad none of Anairë's children get her gorgeous verdant-sea eyes, because my Nolofinwëans all have Fingolfin's straight black hair (except Aredhel, who gets her curls), blue-grey eyes, and cooler skin tones; except Fingon, at least, who gets her Grecian nose.

[starshadeemilyart]

Fingolfin and Anairë

The idea for him to be banging her in his livery collar comes from @antlered-vixen's amazing fic In Sickness and in Health. This isn't an illustration for his fic exactly, since our Nolvos look different, but it's basically the same concept of Nolvo fucking her during his time as king of Tirion.

[starshadeemilyart]

This is my submission for day 1 of @silmsmutweek fulfilling the prompt “ritual sex”

Holiest

Nolofinwë’s and Anairë’s first time goes exactly as planned, fulfilling all the requirements of a proper, holy consummation according to LaCE. Their eighteenth time, however, certainly does not go as planned, and the desperate newlyweds take an ill-advised risk. 2/2 chapters 7k words

This fic is dedicated to everyone who loves Nolofinwë’s crotchless hosen and Anairë’s fat elf bush, and to everyone who read “Virtus et Scientia” and were left wondering, what will happen on their wedding night? Will these dysfunctional elves ever be able to fuck normally? Will Nolvo, who has jacked off one (1) time be able to last more than ten seconds? Tune in to find out! Btw you don’t have to have read “Virtus” to read this fic, but it is in the same timeline. 

Snippet below

Startled by her admission of impurity but dreadfully curious, he replaced her hand with his own, and at the feeling of her cunt his eyes widened, and he rolled over onto his side to better reach it. Swollen, red, ripe, and slick were its folds, and she guided his hand to a round fold at the front where the others met. At his touch thereupon, lewd little moans fluttered twixt her rose-red lips, such sounds as he had never imagined issuing from her, whom he had always chosen to believe to be so pure, and at that sweet sound his cock ached as it were consumed with hunger. Possessed by a tide of violent lust, mounting high like a formidable wave upon the long-desiring sea of long-suffering, he pulled her close for a kiss, and with a hand gripping her hair by the roots, he drank her moans as desperately as a parched man drinks clean water. Shocked by his own lust, for a moment he saw a vision of himself as a beast ruled by passions unrestrained, for though he had not believed himself to be pure, he had intended to be, and had envisioned this moment going very differently: small chaste kisses on her cheek, a hand gently cupping her breast, and now he perceived his need as what it was: a tide of violence upon which he suffered himself to be borne. Once more he thrust his tongue betwixt her teeth, and she submitted, opening her mouth wider for him, inviting him to take her however he would so long as he was within her. His hand moved netherwards, and she winced as his finger probed her entrance, and she frowned against his puissant lips.