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Commission for @calendille with Mirfin You can read more in  “A Feast of Ashes”  on AO3

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Fingolfin, Mirfin and Fëanor looking cute. I commissionned @arlenianchronicles for this pic as an ending gift for myself when the main story was done!

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Indis and High Prince Mirfinwë in Fëanor’s Fix-it AU, in which Mirfinwë was his elder brother and married Indis, making him Fingolfin’s father. In this Fix-It AU Miriel never died.

Enormous thanks to Cassandra, who did several commissions for my fic, A Feast of Ashes <3

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Three commissions of ArlenianChronicles for A Feast of Ashes! Big bro Mirfinwë also appears in the Staff Dancer. Those pieces are some of the best experience I had for commissions. The artist is kind, super enthusiastic and communication is such a pleasure.

Top-left: Big bro Mirfinwë with his little bro Fëanaro and his son Nolofinwë. SmolFëanaro reads very well so he is the one reading bedtime stories for his favorite nephew.

Top-right: Finwë, the High prince Mirfinwë and his heir, Prince Nolofinwë.

Bottom: Mirfin brings Fëanaro to Cuivienen in dreams.

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Commission of Finwë, Mirfinwë and Nolofinwë by ArlenianChronicles (reposted with permission), for my fanfic A Feast of Ashes.

“Do you want to hear a secret?”

“If you tell her a secret, Narya, I fear it won’t stay a secret for much longer,” Nerdanel said fondly. I denied indignantly. It was true I was a blabbermouth, but I could keep secrets if they were important enough and said so with much conviction. “Alright, alright. I think Lalwendë wants to know the big secret.”

Fëanaro’s silver eyes focused back on me. I felt like an onion being peeled from its layers until he could feel confident enough that I wouldn’t betray him.

“When I was Ingoldo’s age,” he said, using Arafinwë’s mother-name, “I had an imaginary friend who was also my older brother. His name was Mirfinwë. He looked a lot like father, he loved being High Prince. He was very smart, reliable and steadfast. He was born in Cuivienen and he could tell a lot of amazing stories about the Journey.” Finwë talked very little about the Journey. Stereotyped tales were available but it was like every single person who came from Cuivienen was unwilling to expand on them. I was not surprised that Fëanaro had been frustrated as a child. “He did all the tedious work and I dreamt of spending all my time studying and making things.”

It is funny when I think about it now. Fëanaro’s imaginary older brother was everything Nolofinwë became, everything he hated in his little brother. But Mirfinwë was not a son of Indis, and Miriel was not dead in his childhood fantasies.

In Fëanor’s fix-it AU, Mirfinwë married Indis and was the father of all his half-sisters and half-brothers. In A Feast of Ashes Fëanor dreams several time of this, including a scene in which Queen Miriel commissionned a portrait of Finwë, the Crown Prince and his heir. 

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Paintings commissioned for my fic A Feast of Ashes:

- Mirfin and Fëanor by Elfinfen - Mirfin by Lorandesore - Mirfin (left) and Fëanor (right) by ArlenianChronicles - Fëanor by Lorandesore - Mirfin (left) and Fëanor (right) by Mallorblossom

If you like them, please visit their artist’ blog/deviantart to give them some love <3

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All the pictures I have ordered so far for my story, A Feast of Ashes!

From to left to bottom:

Faelin, Avarin bard and cousin of Fingolfin, by ForeverMedhok

Aredhel by Fox C

The Shadow, an antagonist in the story, by ForeverMedhok

Nissiel, a Sindarin princess from North Beleriand, by Fox C

Mirfin, Uruk king from Angband wearing his “casual” everyday clothes in Angband, by ForeverMedhok

Miriel Therindë in Cuivienen, by Fox C

Mirfin in battle gears by Lorandesore

Naswë, Miriel’s brother, by Lorandesore

Mirfin in battle gears by Tosquinha

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Fëanor seeing the Lake of Cuivienen for the first time in Mirfin’s deams.

Commission by ArlenianChronicles for my story, A Feast of Ashes.

Scene under the cut.

The walk down the stream is easy and short, and in no time, they are standing reasonably close to a cliff overlooking a mirror full of stars, embraced by primal forests and tall mountains like jewels in the most beautiful of boxes; the many fires of elven settlements flicker here and there around the shores.

It is so big! Like a small sea sprawling so far away Fëanaro cannot see it all!

Home.

And it is… it is perfect. Two skies free of clouds meeting each other’s, twice as many stars as this world could birth, and Fëanaro’s heart beating so wildly it brings tears to his eyes.

 In Cuiviénen sweet ran the waters under unclouded stars…

So many times he tried to picture Cuivienen! So many old ones he begged for memories they would not give! And now: after so much Darkness, so much suffering, now he is standing there, filling his eyes and lungs, devouring every curve, every creek, every shimmer of light, taking in all the scents and the music of the many waterfalls feeding the Lake.

…and wide lands lay about, where a free people might walk…

He counts ten, twenty settlements, and how many more whose fire hide between trees or behind hills? Kin long lost, kin changed by Light, kin sundered by seas and death and the arbitrary sentences of uncaring gods; kin lost to him, perhaps forever.

 There they lie still and await us who in our folly forsook them.

Drops from the waterfall settle there on his cloak little diamonds of dew; diamonds or tears from the river, the Lake weeping with him, as if She too missed her far-born son.