Hey so here's a question. I love the interactions between Anairë and Eärwen, but I was wondering do you think Nerdanel was their friend?
hhihi!! thank you for the question! i'm sorry it's taken me SO long to finally get back to this, but i'm slowly making my way through asks and yours is a prompt ive loved since i first saw it, so i had a lot of fun with this 😚
certainly, i do think that nerdanel would have been friends with anaire and earwen! although, at first glance you would not think she's close with them at all, given her gruffness... but i really like the thought of the three wives being close friends bc in a family as problematic as Finwe's, i adore there being solidarity between the ladies who married into it 😂 here is a little relationship chart of my hcs to explain better!
obligatory sketch page WOO
now AFTER the exile and the first kinslaying, i have a whole array of hcs about how their relationships may evolve that didnt make it into my sketches... but to condense: nerdanel is a pillar of strength for anaire who is distraught especially by nolo and irisse leaving her. she, however, dares not to face earwen for the shame and guilt that feanor's (her husband!!!) actions against earwen's own people have brought about. earwen leaves them both (temporarily) to return to aqualonde and mourn, and from there... well i havent thought about it, but tl;dr i dont think it'd end sourly for them three, really!
iwenttomordor said: Hello! Congrats for the 100 followers🥰 prompt 18 (“I’m quite comfortable here.”) from the fluff list with Legolas, please?
A/N My first ever request! Woohoo! @iwenttomordor I hope you like it 🥰 and thank you so much for sending this in- I had a lot of fun writing it!
Warnings: Mentions of orc killing, tripping, lovesick elf prince (but that's not much of a warning lol just a heads up)
The trees of Lothlorien scraped against the sky. Yellow leaves falling, painting the ground with splotches of gold. Underneath the golden showers, the elven prince of Mirkwood stared up in awe, even though he himself grew up under the cover of branches and leaves, the experience of standing beneath the rich canopy of Lorien was something else. Freshly bathed and rested, Legolas took this moment of respite to explore the fairest elvendom in all of Middle Earth, to gather himself and his thoughts about his companions and the past events. Specifically, his thoughts of you. At this, he stopped and allowed his mind to ponder on the topic. Without realizing it, his feet guide him to the base of a tree and he sinks down at its roots. A sigh escapes his lips, he catches the tail end of it
Oh, merciful Eru… What do you do to me...
Legolas closes his eyes and smiles, imagining your very being- the human woman who has captured his heart. You were the whole package: graceful and strategic like an elf, strong and powerful like a dwarrowdam, but kind and nurturing that only child of Men could be. Recalling all this brought back memories of the treacherous journey in the Mines of Moria.
“LEGOLAS!” You yelled as another arrow flies from your bow, embedding itself within an enemy orc sneaking up behind the elf. Bewildered, he looked behind him and took in the sight of piled enemies skewered with your arrows. You ran to him, making sure he was alright.
“Pay attention pretty boy- I can’t always watch your back” winking before jumping back into the fray without fear. Noticing the increasing number of enemies surrounding the hobbits, you fearlessly fought your way to the disgruntled halflings.
“Are you all alright?” You asked as calmly as you could while impaling more orcs. Merry and Pippin followed suit with their little swords, felling another dark creature.
“Don’t worry, my Lady! We will protect you!” Sam barrelled his way down to the others, Frodo close behind.
“Me too! The ol’ Gaffer would have my ears if he knew we let you do all the work.” Frodo, bless him, nodded determinedly and swung his trusty shining sword, Sting. The sight warmed your heart and brought a smile to your face, although this was not the time nor the place to become sentimental, you couldn’t help it.
“My friends, I am touched by your kindness, but let's do this as equals- watch each other's backs no matter what.” The others, having heard your reassuring conversation with the hobbits, also got their second wind. Determined, you all swung your swords harder and aimed your arrows with deadlier precision, knocking enemy after enemy. The wave of orcs and goblins was starting to waver, the Fellowship began to slow, allowing their guard to fall. And then a troll came through the door.
A twig snapped in the distance, instantly pulling Legolas to the present. His eyes flew open and turned to the direction of the sound, but relaxed when he saw it was you. Navigating through the trees to him, you couldn’t help but look up in pure wonder, a small smile on your lips, as you noticed how the branches swayed in the wind and the fluttering of the golden leaves. You always noticed everything- except for the lovesick elven prince who would cast fleeting glances in any direction that you were in. Both of you were so distracted that neither of you took note of the protruding root that caught your foot. All of a sudden, the world was upside down and you met the ground with an undignified squeak. At the sight of your tumble, Legolas rushed to your side, worried as he saw your shoulders shaking.
“Are you alright?!” He asked, checking you for any injuries. Rolling you onto your back, you let loose a chain of hearty laughs that left you breathless. Legolas was worried at first, but then soon joined your laughter with chuckles of his own.
“I suspect you are fine then. You should be careful, it is unwise to be so distracted.” He warned cheekily.
“It’s alright, pretty boy. I am allowed moments of relief from always being on guard.” You pause to look at him directly- an idea popping in your head. Propping yourself on your elbows, you place one hand on his shoulder and the other in his hand as you pull yourself up to him, your faces mere inches apart. The closeness flusters Legolas- but he does not move back either. He fails to notice the mischievous glint in your eyes as you pull him down and now both of you are on your backs, staring at the golden dappled twilight sky. A beat of silence passes and suddenly he lets out guffaws of laughter, mingling with your own laughter. Sonorously echoing through the bright forest. Moments later, the laughter dies down as Legolas takes in the scene.
“You never fail to surprise me, do you know that? And if you’ve lived as long as I have, not many surprises you anymore.” Legolas says as he catches his breath. You hum in understanding as you both fall into a comfortable silence. Although there is a generous space between you, your hands are clasped together, having not parted since the flip. As the sun sets lower across the horizon, Legolas begins to stir.
“We should head back, the others will worry.” He says as he- reluctantly- tries to pull away. However, you hold onto him, even moving closer.
“Not yet, meleth nin. I am quite comfortable here. Let’s stay a while longer.” You say softly with closed eyes. However, you don’t miss the sudden stiffness in his arm as he looks at you. Although you can’t see it, you can feel the elven prince’s smile at what you said.
Finally, Legolas lies back down next to you, intertwining your fingers together and pulling you closer to him. Both of you bask in not only the golden aura of twilight in the fairest elvendom in Middle Earth but also in the newfound relationship formed under the golden leaves of Lorien.
I don't know if I'm late but prompt 2 (“Please don’t cry.”) from the angst list with Russingon please?
You’re not late at all! I would be happy to!
(This is an AU where Fingon gets captured when he tries to rescue Maedhros.)
Warnings in the tags.
Angst 2 - “Please don’t cry.”
It is pitch black in the cell. The only thing keeping Maitimo grounded is his hand firmly in Findekáno’s.
It has been so long since they were put together but Maitimo is beginning to think that that might have been a blessing.
Before, he had imagined all sorts of horrors that his dear Finno could have been going through but at least he had been able to hold onto that thin, thin hope that he was alive and safe and...
Findekáno coughs again, the sound choking and gargling and Maitimo doesn’t want to think what has happened to him that he makes such a noise.
Every time his hand drifts up Findekáno’s arm, it comes away sticky and warm. Finno could be dying: he could be dying, his final, torturous moments in Maitimo’s arms just to add to the guilt and the pain and the never-ending suffering, to know he was right there but there was nothing he could do.
“‘R you cr’ing?” Findekáno asks softly, his beautiful voice hoarse with...screaming or worse.
“No.” It’s a lie. Maitimo has got very good at lying.
Findekáno shaky hand comes into contact with his face, wiping away hot tears. Maitimo does not know how he can see them and does not think that he wants to.
“Y’s you’re.”
Maitimo swallows thickly.
“Pl’s d’n’t cry.” Maitimo can imagine the smile on Findekáno’s face - shaky but sure and comforting.
Maitimo leans into the hand, reaching up to hold that one too and bringing it down to join it’s pair in his lap.
“‘ll’ive. He d’sn’t...d’sn’t...” Findekáno begins to cough again and Maitimo can feel his whole body shake with the force.
“I know.” Maitimo holds his hands tighter, his stomach crawling from the deceit that works it’s way from his lips. “It’ll be OK. We’re together - remember when we were little and got trapped in that cave?”
Findekáno laughs a wrackety laugh. “Laur’ ‘nd T’rn’ w’re f’ri’us.”
“Yeah.” Maitimo strokes the back of Findekáno’s hands, trying to control the shake on his fingers. “Yeah. But we got out ‘cause we were together. You were the one who realised that the cave must have had another entrance when that fox ran away and I...I helped us climb up the rocks and...”
And that was when everything was perfect and happy.
“Mmm.” Findekáno shifts around and lets out a small hiss of pain before lying his head in Maitimo’s lap. “‘W’re t’g’th’r now.”
“And we’ll get out.” Maitimo knows that isn’t true as he leans down to kiss the top of Findekáno’s head, just about getting the place where his hair met his forehead.
But Findekáno believes him, sighing softly. Maitimo closes his eyes, however much the gesture is pointless.
Okay but he represents me so much when I see family drama
(wait wait wAIT... i didnt even know you could sEND images in the ask box?! i am SH👀K excuse me as i rethink my tumblr experiences from day 1 all over again)
but BAHAHAHA you and me both, friend, you and me both 😂 sometimes u just gotta let the drama unravel itself as u take a back seat! and if we’re thinking about finwean family drama in particular, there comes a time when you just ~accept~ the state of affairs and maybe find a way to get some profit out of it...
firstborn gang are experts at this, now they just gotta wait for finrod to grow older and join their squad lmao
It's just amazing! Your art and your profile pic always make me smile😊 (your profile pic is perfect 😂).
oh my gosh, thank you so much!! you’re so sweet, ur rly gonna make me melt into a puddle with your kind words waaaaaa 😭 have an emotionally constipated nelyo as thanks!
plus you say you like my icon, but i absolutely ADORE yours as well!!! bibble is an absolute legend and he singlehandedly carried fairytopia on his little shoulders bahaha 😂 i hope i didnt massacre him too badly in this drawing
all in all, thank you so much again!! your words mean a lot to me, and im very grateful for em 🙇♀️ i hope you’re doing well! sending lots of love in these misty times 🥺💓
