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[quinthejester]

Hello,may I request finrod with the nauglamir ?

Thanks!

Finrod rocking this stunning necklace, and just looking a bit fabulous. 

[slumbering-lore]

Hello! Celebrian/ Finrod 14. Thanks!

Hmm, I did a quick research and turns out Finrod died before Celebrian was even born, so I guess this is an AU where he lives. Also I hope you didn’t mean it as a ship because they are uncle-niece...? I wrote it as a family dynamic!

(fluff) “You are my family.”

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Celebrian dragged her uncle along the halls, pulling him by his finger. Finrod would be always laughing in the child’s presence, she was a ball of sunshine and merriment.

“Look uncle Finda that’s you!” Celebrian pointed to a painting when they reached her room.

It was what one would expect out of a child. A glob of golden paint for hair- and a smiley face with a darker ink. Finrod took the painting off the wall, and admired it. 

“It looks beautiful! Have you drawn anyone else?”

“Yes!” Celebrian nodded, and bouncing with excitement, pulled out a bundle of papers. 

“That’s nana.” She said, handing Finrod a portrait that looks just like him. “And ada.” This one had grey hair.

Finrod smiled, patting the child on her back. “So I do belong in your collection of family portraits?”

“You are my family.” 

Celebrian spread her arms for a hug, which Finrod gladly returned. He picked her up and asked, “I see an artist in my arms!” 

She giggled, flattered by her uncle’s compliments. “Nana’s hair is difficult to draw.” Finrod nodded. He was... slightly jealous of his sister’s coveted her. But he was indeed proud of her.

Celebrian pat him on his nose and Finrod giggled. He loved his niece more than any other elf ever, and he would do everything to keep her happy. Maybe he should suggest Galadriel to sign up her daughter for art classes.

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Hmm, a bit different from what I generally write, but I hope you like it! If not, please inform me what you wanted otherwise.

PROMPT LIST

[feanor]

Manwe/ varda 43

hey! thank you for the ask. ive never written drunk people before i hope i did okay!

@laurierliberal in which the valar get drunk (i thought it would fit well w/ the prompt i send u hence the tag)

43. “Are you drunk?” Varda whispered, clearly offended from the look on her face.

“Well, it would have...” Manwë paused, as if recollecting his thoughts. “It would hve... rude to refuse, after all... was a gift from the Ñoldor.”

“Oh, I see,” Varda seethed. “So, because it was a gift from the Ñoldor, you thought you would drink an entire bottle of Eru-knows what liquor in one go?”

“Shoulda... shoulda seen the look on Feener’s face...”

“Feener? Of all things to call him!”

“He said it was a... waddhe say... a pow’r move. That’s what the... the elfs call it.”

Varda nodded sarcastically, gripping her husband’s white sleeve and beginning to all but drag him to bed.

“Manwë, my love, at what point did you think this was a good idea?” Oh, how would she explain this to the rest of the Valar when her husband was inevitably incredibly hungover at the next morning’s meeting? She hadn’t even known the Valar could get drunk!

“It was for science! Elf... elf science. We must... serve the elfs and their weird science whims, my love.”

“I thought you said it was a gift.”

“A gift for science!”

Varda pursed her lips.

“You drank an entire bottle of extremely concentrated alcohol because Crown Prince Fëanáro gave it to you as a gift, for the purpose of him being able to do a science experiment.”

Manwë beamed, and twisted to face her. Gently, he put his hands against her cheeks, looking her dead in the eyes. There was a humour there she didn’t quite like.

“Exactly, Varda,” he said, grinning, “was that so hard to understand?”

Varda inhaled sharply.

“Bed. Now.”

Manwë laughed and laughed, and she could smell the alcohol on his breath.

Disgusting. Fëanáro was never bringing alcohol to Taniquetil ever again, and if he did, she would make sure he would rue the day.

[jaybeeart-vardathebeloved]

Hi all! Been a while, lol! I’ve recently gotten back to drawing after months of going without it. While I’m not open to requests/commissions atm, I saw some pending requests in my inbox so I thought it would be good practice to get back into drawing since I’m kinda rusty XD

Anywho, here they are!

Eärnur x Glorfindel @silmarillionno

Beren x Lúthien for anon

Dior x Nimloth @coldestcrow

[alackofghosts]

Hello! I saw this picture of olwe of vinyatar and i think there is no art of finrod, galadriel and siblings with his grandfather the foamrider. Thank you 😊

[althanair]

"Finrod and Galadriel reunited"

Hey, sorry it took me so long! Thank you for sending me such a lovely prompt, I hope what I wrote won't be disappointing!

(I apologize if there's any inaccuracies as I have read the Silmarillion only once and I have just begun the Unfinished Tales).

Galadriel accepted her husband’s hand as she descended from the ship that had finally brought them to the Undying Lands. Both were aware she needed no such help, yet Celeborn was happy to offer it and she welcomed his sweet gesture.

Once her feet touched the ground, she was overcome by a swirl of emotions and she closed her eyes, taking in a sharp breath. She remembered with how much passion she had wanted to leave Valinor to find a place for herself in Middle Earth. And while she did not regret her choice, it had not come without pain and grief.

She suddenly felt her husband’s loving arms around her frame and that was enough to pull her away from her thoughts before they could spiral into something unpleasant.

“Are you well, my love?” Celeborn whispered in her ear, low enough so that she only could hear him. Galadriel allowed herself a moment to bask in his comforting embrace before nodding and giving him a small smile.

“Yes,I am well, do not worry,” she replied, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear.

Celeborn returned her smile, yet he did not let her go and Galadriel was glad.

“Artanis?”

That was a name she had not heard in a very long time, but the voice that spoke it she could have never forgotten. She turned in her husband’s embrace to gaze upon her brother’s face again after so long: he looked just as she remembered him, his golden hair framing his handsome features. For a moment she was incapable of moving and she simply stared at him, fearing his image might suddenly disappear as it did so many times when she had dreamt of the family so far away from her reach.

“Findaráto …” she breathed.

She moved a few, insecure steps towards him and, promptly, Celeborn gently released her from his hold. Finrod started walking towards her as well, and they met in the middle, both in awe, almost incredulous to be reunited.

Galadriel found the courage to take his face in her hands, but soon his familiar features became blurry as her eyes filled with tears.

“My brother … how deeply I have missed you.”

She felt his tears as they hit her thumbs and when Finrod spoke, his voice shook slightly.

“So have I, my dear Artanis …”

He, too, took her head in his large, strong hands and placed a soft kiss on her forehead as he had done countless times when they were younger.

“But now we have all the time in the world, don’t we?” he spoke, after both of them had fallen into a long silence filled with emotion.

“That we do,” she agreed, smiling.

[diversetolkien]

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Gondolin

Thank you :,D I had a bit of red wine tonight so we’ll chalk it up to that!

[faustandfurious]

Glorfindel/ Finrod. THANKS!!!

Their combined shampoo expenses would be exorbitant

They’ll probably end up as homeless people with fabulous hair

Also Finrod is a musical theatre dumbass