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» Instead of a sword, I want to wield a brush; and it shall be paint, not blood, that soaks my clothes. My hands shall do no harm, but only seek to capture the beauty of the world. I may be a daughter of the House of Fëanor, but that does not mean I must follow in their footsteps.
@tolkienocweek day seven · gilrin magloriel
First time I write something that's exclusively about my Tolkien OCs. The PoV character is Maglor's daughter Gilrin, Aracundo is Curufins secondborn son. Might as well share it now, maybe I find the inspiration to write more about these two layer on!
Sometimes Gilrin would look at her cousin and wonder what would make him smile again, what would erase the frown between his brows, what would make the dark shadows under his eyes go away, what would spark happiness in his empty stare but she could find no answer.
Talking to him is no option.
Aracundo doesn't talk.
Ever.
She cannot remember a moment in which she has heard his voice before, heard him laugh or even whisper. There was always silence surrounding him.
She wonders if he is mute by choice or by a strike of bad luck like her sister Gilloth.
Fact is he doesn't talk. He uses hand signs he developed himself to communicate with Elrond and Erestor, who are about the only ones who know the full language. She suspects that her mother knows a handful of signs too but she herself doesn't and so she can't talk to him.
She can talk at him but that is boring. She doesn't like having one-sided conversations. She has had enough of those with father on his really bad days and most of his better days as well. Just talking on end about this and that without knowing if the other is even interested just feels as if she is intruding somehow.
She doesn't want that.
She thinks about painting something for him. As a gift. But when she sits down in front of her canvas she realises she doesn't even know what Aracundo likes. Does he even like paintings? Would he like landscapes more or rather a still life?
She has never seen the inside of his chambers so she doesn't know.
It frustrates her to no end.
This is her cousin, the closest member of her family aside from her parents and her siblings and she doesn't know anything about him.
He certainly knows a lot about her, she can imagine that. She has grown up around him, he has had a lot of time to watch her do so and maybe listen to Elrond talk about her. Elrond loves to talk about them, his siblings and children. It's just a very Elrond-like thing.
And Gilrin knows for a fact that Elrond spends time with him ever since Aracundo came to reside at Imladris for an extended period of time. She imagines that they do this because Aracundo is so silent and sad - she doesn't want to say he is depressed because she has no clue if that is the right way to describe Aracundo's current state.
Elrond should be able to help him regardless. He is a healer after all, a very powerful one at that. The best Gilrin's mother would insist and Gilrin very much agrees with her.
She stares at the empty canvas in front of her.
It's difficult, so so difficult. A totally different kind of difficult, than the kind she faced with the painting she did for her sister's and Erestor's wedding or the one's she did after Celebrían sailed and Nelladon… when Nelladon died.
Gilrin suppresses the tears that form in the corners of her eyes as she thinks about her beloved big brother. He would have known what makes Aracundo happy. He had known their cousin for much longer. Perhaps Aracundo had been happier when Nelladon had been a child.
She throws her head back and looks at the ceiling. What to do? What to draw?
She could draw him. A portrait maybe… but that doesn't sound like the best idea for a gift that is supposed to make him happy. Maybe the sea? She kind of associates him with the sea. Mainly because of his hair which is white like sea foam but still!
She could… maybe draw them together?
Gilrin looks at her canvas again.
Aracundo doesn't like to talk with people. She doesn't like to talk at people without getting a response.
Maybe this could help?
She could show him that she wanted to be friends with him, that she saw him as family and didn't want him to be sad and suffer. If words weren't a good solution maybe a painting like this will?
One with the two of them, the sea, the stars and a lot of heart and soul poured into it.
An older brother's duty
No plot just fluff and baby OC Feanorians, also this is very silly featuring Gilrin and Nelladon, Maglor's children. This was written in fifteen minutes. Ammë = Mother/Mommy, Atto = Father/Dad, both are Quenya.
Ammë wants him to take care of Gilrin.
Alone.
It's the first time he is tasked to take care of his little sister alone. All the other times before grandfather, Gilloth or Elrond were present but grandfather is away on a journey and Elrond and Gilloth are busy preparing for the visitors from Lórien. Everyone in Rivendell is busy with the preparations, everyone but Nelladon.
He's not allowed to help with preparations anymore, not since the candle incident during the preparations for the winter solstice celebration that cost the High King his eyebrows.
Ereinion had taken it with humour, Ammë and Elrond hadn't. He has been kept away from anything related to candles ever since.
For everyone's mental well-being, Elrond insists but Nelladon knows that he's just worried about his own set of well groomed eyebrows. He sometimes wonders if he could find a way to burn them too someday not because he hates Elrond, he doesn't, and not because he wants his ammë to be angry with him again, he doesn't actually know why he is wondering this. It's probably in his blood or something.
He would need someone to trust him with fire again if he wanted to try it and he knows nobody would. Not even Glorfindel and he was always up for some fun.
But back to his current problem.
He is still very much not prepared for his task when Ammë places Gilrin in his lap around midday, kisses both their foreheads, tells Gilrin to be a good girl and to listen to her big brother and tells him that she is proud of him and that she will be back around supper.
What she doesn't say is that Atto is sleeping in the next room and they should only wake him if there is a problem because Nelladon knows this - probably better than he knows anything. Atto should only be woken when the situation is dire because he needs as much rest as even possible.
So technically he's not fully alone but because he can't wake Atto he still kind of is.
Given this his top priorities besides keeping Gilrin safe and alive are also to keep her happy and quiet.
That couldn't be so hard, right?
Gilrin is not a baby anymore after all, she can talk and understand what he wants from her.
Just to be sure she doesn't accidentally make too much noise and wake Atto he decides to take her into the garden that is easily accessible from his parents' quarters.
There is a small patch of grass on which Nelladon places one of the blankets from the sitting area, making sure there are no small rocks underneath it for optimal comfort.
Gilrin giggles happily when he lets her down, waving her short arms at him and radiates pure glee.
But beneath that innocence lingers a little devil he soon realises because as soon as he gets up to fetch some of her favourite toys for her to play with Gilrin uses the moment to get advantage and crawls off immediately.
She can walk, she's actually a very fast runner already, but she's also very lazy and prefers to crawl whenever she can.
Nelladon drops the toys as soon as he sees her crawling away and hurries after her.
He picks her up with a racing heart and sits her down on the blanket again but as soon as he lets go of her and looks away for one second to grab her favourite doll she's on her merry way once again.
Even though he immediately jumps after her he's only able to catch her near the flower beds on the opposite side of the garden.
Gilrin giggles all the way back to the blanket and only gets a bit more quiet when he lets her down again. There is a mischievous look in her round gray eyes and she looks left and right, searching for a new destination.
This time Nelladon is prepared.
He catches her the exact moment she tries to get into motion again and starts tickling her.
He himself is very ticklish so he hopes this will work with Gilrin too. Grandmother loves to tickle him until he is out of breath and begging for mercy.
It seems like Gilrin is very ticklish too. Soon there is laughter bubbling out of her small mouth and she tries to get him to back off with small weak punches and kicks.
"Nyell! No, no! No more tickle!", she laughs. "Will be good now! No running away!"
He stops for a moment and blinks at her. She turns her head sideways and blinks back.
"Promise?" he asks, fully aware that she will try again. It's a game for her, of course she will.
Gilrin nods very seriously.
"Promise!"
He has to catch her fifteen more times before Elrond comes to fetch them for dinner and by that time both of them are covered in grass, dirt and flower petals.
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hey! yo! you mind talking a bit more about the extended fëanorian family ocs you have? how many there are, how they’re related, when they’re born, the rough arc of their life?
Hello thank you for your ask! No I don't mind talking about them at all! I love them all very much but please be prepared that this is going to be a long one and that I couldn't even fit everything I want to talk about in here
I have talked about Maglor's, Caranthir's and Curufin's wives before so I left them out on purpose. So I'm just going to talk about the third and fourth generation here.
If you exclude Elrond and Elros Maglor and his wife Cellin have four children and in order of their birth their names are Gilloth, Nelladon, Gilrin and Belegur. Gilloth has a son named Arrod, none of the other three are married or have children. Curufin and his wife Aiwë have one more child besides Celebrimbor, Aracundo. Celebrimbor himself has a son named Aenion. Caranthir and Calairie remain childless. I'm not sure yet where Gil-Galad belongs family wise in my headcanon but let's just assume he's Orodreth's son for convenience.
I don't exactly have stories for them all. Aracundo, Nelladon and Aenion are probably the most fleshed out one's when it comes to their stories but I love them all regardless.
A badly drawn family tree for reference. If you want some more details there are about 2k words of bullet points under the cut :)
