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@tolkienocweek Day 1: Family Members of Canon Characters

So, I am relatively new to the Tolkien fandom (fully blaming @astriiformes & @scribefindegil's wedding for this) but I have dived in hard and the fanfiction bug has bitten...

This is Tindîliel, she is a Dúnedain Ranger who is descended from Tindómiel (Elros' only daughter), but she does not know that yet. She is badly injured by an orc ambush and carried back to Rivendell for healing. Her story will be about fighting through recovery, and eventually finding a place for herself in Rivendell since she is no longer able to be a Ranger due to her catastrophic injuries.

Drawing is not one of my artistic abilities, so I am making use of several picrews this week.

I have about 8K words written of this fic so far, and I will hopefully be posting the first chapter for the Freeform prompt at the end of the week. Here is a fic snippet until then!

Elrond sat by her bed the next day and pondered the young woman laying before him. By all logic she should not have survived. Even for one of the Dúnedain, these injuries should have killed one of the Second Born. She should have bled out, or died in surgery, but she hung on. He watched the slow rise and fall of her chest, sensing that she would soon wake. Her spirit was strong, her mind seemed intact, but her body was so catastrophically damaged ... The girl stirred, and he leaned closer. She opened her eyes. Grey eyes. His eyes. Elros' eyes. Of course. He could feel it now in her Mannish fëa, she was a distant niece, likely descended from a sibling who did not inherit the throne of Númenor. The small amount of his twin's blood that ran through her veins would explain how she had survived that blood spilling out as she lay broken in the mud for hours before the other Rangers found her. Imladris was once again refuge for the line of Elros, as it always would be. He reached out to take her hand, her one unbroken limb, but stopped. She did not know him, she may not even know of their relation. There would be time to determine that. She would be here for a very long time while she recovered. The rush of affection he felt for her as long lost kin would be satisfied later. For an Elf these injuries taking a few decades to heal would pass in the blink of an eye. For a Man, even a Dúnedain, even a descendant of his twin, this recovery would take a significant portion of her lifetime. From what his twins had told him, she was still young. She had not yet reached her third decade of life. Unless he was wrong about her heritage, she would likely age slowly, and her lifespan would far exceed what was expected for Men, slightly more than the other Dúnedain. But even with that this would significantly alter the course of her life. She did not have hundreds of years for her body to fully reshape bone and dissolve scar tissue. She would likely walk again with time, but her days as a Ranger were undoubtedly over. He resolved that he would find something fulfilling for her here in Rivendell, if she wanted to stay. He certainly wanted her to stay, to hold one of the remaining pieces of his family close for the short time that she spent in Middle Earth.

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Chapter 46 is up

https://archiveofourown.org/works/77462571/chapters/215439716

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@tolkienocweek Day 3: Forgotten Characters

My first two posts for the week have been introducing my Ranger OC, Tindîliel, who gets severely messed up by an orc attack and finds herself in Rivendell for healing. Elrond finds her to be familiar and determines her to be a distant niece. Here is a snippet from the fic where they figure out that she is descended from Tindómiel, Elros' only daughter who there is almost nothing about in canon beyond her name.

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"Tell me about Elros?"

For a moment Elrond did not look up at her, although that might have more to do with the fact that he was preoccupied with the glass cup and the candle creating suction to work on the scar tissue in her legs. He set the candle down and began slowly moving the cup over her scars, and she grimaced as it pulled uncomfortably at her skin.

"I am not sure where to begin," he said finally. "We had 500 years together. At one point he was everything to me, but now I have been without him for five thousand seven hundred and ninety four years." He gave Tindîliel a small, sad smile. "But who's counting?"

"Why did he choose to be a Man?"

Elrond sighed. "It was not so much that he chose it, it was just who he was. Always. It was difficult for him sometimes in our childhood. A lot of the time, really. After we were taken from Sirion, which had been a mixed settlement, we were mostly around Elves for the rest of our childhood. That was fine with me, I felt comfortable around them as kin, even as we were both uncomfortable, especially in those early days having essentially been kidnapped. But Elros... In his heart he was never an Elf. I have always felt like something more in between, but having been forced to choose, I embraced my Elven heritage. I am comfortable to be perceived as an Elf by other races, and to be perceived of mixed heritage by other Elves."

Elrond released the suction from the cup, and shifted his focus to her.

"Elros was never comfortable being perceived as an Elf. Even before we had to choose, he got drastic sometimes. One time I walked in on him cropping his hair short, in a more Mannish style. We fought over it, we liked being near identical in appearance, but what we wanted for our appearance was just too different for both of us to be happy like that. I cut my hair shorter to match him for a while. I hated it. But I knew he hated having his hair long in an Elvish style. We just had to make our peace with being different."

He pulled the cup into suction again, and Tindîliel made a face.

"I have cut my hair shorter a few times since then, when I really miss him. It helps to see my reflection look more like his own then."

They sat silent for a moment.

"Were you ever told anything about who your family may have descended from? Any tales from Númenor? I am certain you are descended from one of his children, but I am curious if there are any clues as to which one."

Tindîliel thought for a moment, if there was anything that might be relevant.

"I have been told I am descended from an unbroken line of mothers and daughters, but I do not know how far back that goes. I know the name Tindîliel has been passed down sporadically through many generations, and that it means daughter, and friend of the stars in Sindarian."

"No, not Sindarian." The truth became evident to Elrond simultaneously as he spoke. "Quenya. You are of an unbroken line of women, starting with Tindómiel, Elros' only daughter. The name must have become Sindarized over time, the original meaning was "daughter of Twilight'" He reached for her unbroken arm and squeezed her hand. "We could find nothing of Tintilariel, her many-greats granddaughter after Númenor fell. We thought she had drowned."

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@tolkienocweek Day 2: Diversity - Tindîliel

Yesterday I posted about Tindîliel, my Ranger OC who is a descendant of Tindómiel, the only daughter of Elros. Her whole story is about suddenly becoming disabled, going from being a Dúnedain Ranger and all of the athleticism that comes with that, to being unable to walk and on a very long road to recovery after an orc ambush. She will eventually recover much of her function for daily life; walking, using her dominant arm, and eventually some greater range of motion, but she will be permanently unable to resume her life as a Ranger and has to figure out what comes next. Luckily she has access to some of the best medical care Middle Earth has to offer, and unlike the American healthcare system, it is not a series of shit tornadoes. She also discovers that she has more family than she thought, and that she can find happiness and meaning outside of the path she thought her life would take.

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She's also queer, aroace to be exact, and as I was writing a conversation relating to that, another OC, Amathorn, popped into existence, and he proceeded to stare at me until I gave him a husband.

Tindîliel is apologetic that a lost branch of Elrond's family has been found in her, only for that line (and as far as they know, all of Tindómiel's line) to end with her as she is definitely not having kids and has no siblings. He tells her that he is just glad to get to know her, and that she should not feel pressured for children for the sole purpose of carrying on a lineage. In fact, one of his duties as herald to Gil-galad was beating off anyone who got any ideas about the fact that the High King had no heirs, and there really were not many other descendants of Finwë left in Middle Earth. He talks about something that takes place before Elrond himself is born, and Gil-galad's Captain of the Guard, Amathorn, shows up (quite protectively) instead. I was surprised that he stuck around and became an actual OC, and became much more of a character in another fic idea I had. He will be getting his own post later today!