#fainloth

[menelvagor]

Continued from here. For @fainloth.

The peredhel gently nuzzled his wife's face upon noticing the faint blush over her skin, adoring her all the more for it. "Me neither. I suppose - or hope - that it is an extra blessing for us," Dior answered, thumbs brushing over her belly. "One for us each to hold, Nim." He moved his hands lower to hold her closer to him, and ease her charge.

[curufiin]

(fainloth) "Stay back!" Nimloth had not wielded her spear against an enemy for a long time. She trained where she could, but now her duties as Queen meant even that had lessened. She regretted it. The kinslayers had come, accursed elves all, and now her children were in danger.

Curufin’s grip on his sword was unnaturally still as he waltzed into the throne room. Coated in blood was his mail, and though his hair was tousled and wild, there was a dangerous certainty in his eyes. Here, today, with the rocks and forest as his witnesses, someone will be slain— and every calculation which ran through his mind told him it would be Dior and Nimloth.

“It is regrettable that this is what our negotiations had come to,” he mused, his monotone voice reflecting none of the emotions that someone who had just slaughtered hundreds should have. “But still, even now, I am willing to put this behind us. You—”

Lifting his sword, he pointed it to her breast.

“—have what we seek. You have the Silmaril. Give it to us, and this ends. Keep it, and we shall bring forth slaughter as you have never seen. The decision is yours, Queen.”

[elurinlost]

Continued from here

@fainloth "That would be wonderful," Dior did have such skilled hands. Nimloth picked Elurín up and rested him against her hip. Her boys were growing fast now, and soon she would not be able to carry them at all, "I am so lucky to have a family that spoils me so."

"It is because we love you so much emig," Elurín informed her dutifully, pressing a clumsy kiss to her cheek as he wrapped his arms about her neck. "You spoil us too! I love my bear..." He referred to the silver stuffed bear his mother had gifted him on his last birthday, a most treasured companion that accompanied him almost everywhere.

[menelvagor]

Happy Holidays, dear family. @lumecalar / @eluredlost / @elurinlost / @fainloth

Dior had worked in secrecy to create a gift which would please all of his family, from his wife to his children. Naught had he told of his plans, except for craftsmen he charged with creating what he had imagined. The family lived now in Doriath and in the underground palace of Menegroth, which was so very different from their previous home. They all so adored the clear streams, green meadows, and majestic trees from where they had come from. Wherever he could, he found what was similar in their new home. He had found what pleased them about the kingdom of his grandfather.

The Heir of Thingol led his family out into the woods, footfalls soft on the blanket of snow. He told them to close their eyes as he led them under trees to a clearing. Already, perhaps some of his present had been revealed for here the cries and calls of the birds increased to a symphony of birdsong.

"All right, everyone look!" he announced with a smile and a flourish ahead of them. Hanging from the branches of large, old trees, and standing atop wooden posts, were intricate birdhouses and feeders, already stocked with nuts and seeds for the birds to treat themselves to. There were many different types of birds all about: robins, blackbirds, starlings, thrushes. They sang their differing songs to one another and it echoed about the white clearing. Perhaps this could be something to spark their interest and their love for Doriath.

From under his flowing icy blue cloak he produced small pouches of some more gathered seeds and handed one each to Eluréd, Elurín, and Elwing.

"Happy Yule and winter solstice, my sweetest darlings," he said, pulling all of them into his sweeping arms and then straightening again and moving close to Nimloth for a short kiss. "And to you, my Queen."

[curufiin]

(fainloth) She is very angry this is not a bingo. She wants it to be one.

Don’t worry Curufin can see a few more boxes she has failed to fill in 🗡️🙂