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theelvenhaven · 2 years
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Make You Pretty
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Maedhros x Little!Vanifinwe ft. Cousins
A/N: Inspired heavily by the RP I did with @nelyoalwayscame to write this last night. SO just a little something fun for you all to read. 
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Make You Pretty | Enhanced Beauty | Breakfast Reveals
Unexpected Farewell | Unexpected Gift | Pretty Negotiators
Finally Ensnared | Overreactions
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Vanifinwë marched through the gilded halls of one of the few places that their Atya and Ammë stopped to stay in during their travels around Valinor. She was in search of her eldest brother, Nelyafinwë seeing as she knew he’d be the only brother who would come to play with her. The rest had all turned her down, while it had all been gently, it nonetheless had hurt her feelings that they wouldn’t play with her. Though to Vanifinwë, Carnistir in particular had been rude when he grew flustered and turned her down. So she was hopeful that Nelyafinwë would come and play with her.
Walking through these grand big halls she was so unfamiliar with, Vanifinwë was afraid that she had gotten lost in them somehow. On the verge of tears as they began to well in her big blue eyes, looking around at the many corridors and doorways that led into rooms that Vanifinwë didn’t know. It all was starting to look the same in her eyes- all the same gold crown molding and tapestries on the walls. 
But the deep smooth voice that spoke with such familiarity filled her with relief. Vanifinwë wiped the tears from her eyes immediately, not wanting to worry her Nelyo. So with excitement she ran towards the sound of Nelyafinwë’s voice, a big smile coming to her little cherub like face as her eyes landed on his imposingly tall figure. Though she found comfort in seeing her massively tall big hanyo. 
With him though was cousin Findekano and cousin Findarato, it didn’t seem important with how casual it was they were speaking with one another. Nothing like when Atya spoke to their Uncle and displomatticks… Or whatever they were called.
“Hanyo!” She squealed out gleefully, pulling the three ner from their talks and all smiled as they saw the frilly dressed little nis running right towards them. Her burgundy ruffled gown flouncing with every step, black curls bouncing and big blue eyes honed right in on Maitimo. Her bare little feet slapping against the marble floor as she ran right for him.
“Lady Vanifinwë it is good to see you.” Findekano said in a playful tone, knowing his little cousin liked having the title of Lady before her name. But he watched as the usually confident little nis moved to hide behind Nelyafinwë’s calves, looking up at him with big blue eyes that sparkled with wonder at the sight of him… Even more so when they landed on Findarato in all his sparkling gems and jewelry.
“My have you grown since I last saw you.” Findarato reminisced in a soft voice, with a warm smile, kneeling down to be level with little Vanifinwë who only grinned bashfully. Pressing her face into Nelyafinwë’s calf giggling softly,
“Mm she certainly has, I think she’s a full five inches taller than when you saw her last.” Nelyafinwë mused softly, looking at Findarato for a moment, before turning his head down to look at his littlest sibling and sister.
“What is it you need onorë?” Nelyafinwë asks in a gentle voice, though from her tone and glee to see him.. He suspected that she had been turned down one too many times by their brothers. That wasn’t an unusual issue that she constantly faced. None wishing to entertain her in the ways she wished to be, all wanting her to partake in their loves and desires. Unless it was simple games like Hide and Seek and Tag, but Vanifinwë was a frilly little girl and her elder brothers certainly weren’t interested in makeup and jewelry and having their hair done. 
But Nelyafinwë always indulged Vanifinwë in what she wished to play, and despite the importance of this budget meeting with their cousins, he found himself unable to deny her already. The words hadn’t even left her lips yet for her request.
“Hanyo will you let me make you pretty? Makalaurë said no… Carnistir was rude when I asked him and Curvo told me to ask you.” Vanifinwë asked, explaining her situation as she wrinkled her nose. Making all the freckles wrinkle and furrow as she did so, scrunching her face up into displeasure before folding her arms over her chest. Findarato and Findekano looked over at Nelyafinwë, expectantly. Waiting for him to deny her request gently, with promises of fulfilling this at a later date or hour.
They had important things to discuss, and it was urgent so their grandfather Finwë had said. Not to mention it was a good exercise of Nelyafinwë’s ever budding career in politics and as Prince. As well as one for his cousins, it was their first meager steps into the world of Politics, so it was imperative that Nelyafinwë was focused on the matter.
“Of course I will, onorë.” Nelyafinwë says much to their cousins shock,
“Cousin… We have business still to discuss, Findarato says with a healthy dose of skepticism in his tone. Findekano only furrowing his brows trying to decipher how exactly this was going to work, except overpowering the whole situation was the gleeful excitement of Vanifnwë’s shrill voice.
“YAY! Come on Hanyo! Let’s go!” Vanifinwë said, reaching for his hand, gripping his fingers to his large hand before tugging on his hand to follow as hard as she could.
“We can still discuss things despite the play.” Nelyafinwë assured them both, but the pair looked between one another with uncertainty at his words. How could they possibly continue the discussion if Nelyafinwë was embroiled in the game of whatever… make you pretty was? Nelyafinwë waved for the cousins to follow, and with their own curiosity they certainly did.
Nelyafinwë having to lead Vanifinwë the many winding corridors as he sensed her being disoriented by all the closed doors in the winding halls. The chatter is mostly Vanifinwë telling him what she is going to do to him. Put him in make up, fix his hair, add pretty fabrics to his clothes and jewelry- failed creations from their Atya- to him and make him look very pretty.
Her eldest hanyo only muses along to her words, with their cousins the silent sentinels listening to their talking before they came to her room. With a small table in the center and little chairs that were certainly fit for the little nis who was leading Nelyafinwë to one of the chairs. He sat down immediately in the chair, expectantly before Vanifinwë turned to the others.
“Finda and Fino you come sit too.” Vanifinwë says pointing to the other chairs at the table that are empty, they’re both snorting as they look at eight foot tall Nelyafinwë comically sitting in these tiny chairs. Though they admire his duty to her as her brother to do as she pleased.
“Thank you Lady, but I am afraid I will stand.” Findarato said bowing politely to the little elfling, only watching as Vanifinwë scrunched her nose up at his refusal. Bringing the blond to raise his brows at her reaction, never having been on the receiving end of one of her adorable scowls.
“Ammë says it’s rude for a guest to not sit at someone else’s table.” Vanifinwë retorts out immediately, bringing Findarato to fluster some at her words. Damn whomever had taught her etiquette this young… Then again he supposed he could thank his Uncle Fëanaro and Aunt Nerdanel for such a thing as they truly only wanted the best for their children. Findarato only gave Nelyafinwë a pleading look for help, yet the elder Fëanorian only motioned for him to take his seat.
“You’ve heard the Lady, it would be rude not to.” Nelyafinwë says, still holding his hand out towards one of the small chairs, like the ones that he sat in. With his knees practically pressed to his chest as Vanifinwë was adamant he sat as close to the table as possible- that was the polite thing to do. Findarato hesitated that was until Vanifinwë grabbed his hand,
“Finda… Come on. Come sit while I make Nelyo pretty.” She said to him pleadingly and he can hardly resist as those big blue eyes are like doe eyes in their pleadingly. He melts at the sight and tone of her voice,
“Alright Lady, I shall sit.” Watching as at his words, a big grin spreads across those soft little lips and happily does she pull him to the table where she pulls out his chair. Findarato thanks her as he awkwardly sits in the chair, his knees practically in his chest as he blankly stares at his eldest cousin, trying to discern how he had been roped into this situation. Yet in comparison, Findekano seemed all too eager to let their tiniest cousin lead him to the chair.
“My what a good host you are, Vani. Thank you so much.” Findekano says gently, taking his seat without batting an eyelash even if it was uncomfortable to sit in the seat all squished up. Yet Vanifinwë doesn’t say a word, only going to her dresser and digging through her drawers, while the trio turn their attention to one another.
“Now that we are all here and together, did you have time to go over those documents I had sent over?” Nelyafinwë asks, as Vanifinwë comes marching over with several brushes, elastics, and bows setting them on the table. Seeing that Nelyafinwë wasn’t reacting to what she was doing, Findarato simply took it in stride, opening the pockets of his robes to pull out thick documents.
“Only part of them, though there were parts I didn’t understand regarding certain budgets.” Findarato answered as smoothly as he could, watching the way Vanifinwë smacked the brush into Nelyafinwë’s hair, thudding off his head, making even Findekano flinch at her lack of gentleness. Before they all heard the unmistakable sound of the brush ripping through his hair. But Nelyafinwë didn’t bat an eyelash despite the clear pain he surely must have been in at this!
“Which parts were difficult to understand?” Nelyafinwë asked, holding out his hand to take the documents from his cousins, who watched as Vanifinwë released the brush that dangled in his hair, turning her attention to the elastics on the table. Grabbing one before ripping the brush out of his hair,
“Uh- This part… Concerning the budget for the statue replacements for the large plaza in the markets.” Findarato said, wincing as he watched as Vanifinwë began to wrap a strand of his hair chaotically in the elastic. Looping it far too tight that they could see his scalp redden, yet Nelyafinwë took the documents from his hands to read them over as Vanifinwë grabbed another little elastic to loop in another part of his hair.
“I’m afraid even I had difficulty understanding the jargon that was used in it. Still struggling to understand, cousin.” Findekano adds as Nelyafinwë looks over the paperwork, reading it carefully even as Vanifinwë makes his head pull in certain directions with her brushing and elastic tying. Which she was utterly quick at as there were already four or five little pigtails sticking straight off the top of his head that were growing tangled.
“It is just a fancy way of saying how much we are going to pay the artisans and the nerri and nissi to remove the dwindling and eroded statues.” Nelyafinwë began to explain, as Vanifinwë left her place by his side to hurry to her dresser digging around in another drawer for stars knew what. Findekano began to try and bite back the smile forming on his lips seeing how utterly serious Nelyafinwë was with five little russet pigtails and loops in his air. All done at the scalp and fly aways cluing them in to just how tangled they were.
“Then why say them in such a manner? Would it not be simpler to state it out right than say it in this word play?” Findarato asked his cousin, watching as Vanifinwë came over with several cosmetic items. Opening one up to reveal a bright rouge for the cheeks and holding a big fluffy brush that she vigorously dipped into the crème make up. Expectantly she held out the brush and Nelyafinwë leaned down enough for her to apply it to his cheeks, only making their cousins begin to chuckle.
“I asked grandfather the same question, he answered back that was simply how things were done. It looks more professional that way.” Nelyafinwë answered who was looking far from professional with heavily red and rosy cheeks as Vanifinwë slathered on the rouge. It made even Carnistir’s rubicund face look pale in comparison, she even managed to cover the freckles on his face and nose.
“You look sooooooooo pretty Nelyo!” Vanifinwë beamed out to him, and now the nature of the game was making sense. She simply just wanted someone she could dress up, and put makeup on. Someone to spend time with, because being the littlest female elfling in a house full of nerri and one nissi got to be lonely. Especially when none of your older brothers wanted to play with you, and how you wanted to play.
“Thank you Vani, you are a wonderful stylist.” Nelyafinwë simply encouraged, despite how ridiculous he looked to his cousins, but to his sister he truly did look beautiful. The little elfling grinned widely at his words, before pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Hanyo you’re so sweet.” She said with excitement before she rushed away from the table again and back to her dresser.
“It… seems hardly professional if you can’t understand it.” Findekano said, wearing a big grin on his face watching how once more Vanifinwë came back this time with a tube of dark purple lipstick. Surely Nelyafinwë was going to stop her now in this game, seeing as he had put on makeup and had his hair practically matted by little fingers. But even as she climbed upon the table, Nelyafinwë didn’t stop her. Leaving Findarato and Findekano to begin laughing softly at the ridiculousness of this game.
“Unfortunately grandfather seems unwilling to change in his-“
“Stop Hanyo! I can’t put on your lickstip if you’re talking!” Vanifinwë protested suddenly interrupting him in his speech. So he sat quietly for a moment, letting her apply her “lickstip” even if it was smearing dark purple streaks all over his lips, chin and just under his nose. Nelyafinwë just still continued to sit patiently, not correcting her, just letting her indulge in her moment of creativity.
“Vani, perhaps an eyeshadow would look lovely on your hanyo, yes?” Findekano teased, watching the little elflings look over her shoulder at his words in thought. Pursing her little lips for a moment as it was clear she was thinking while holding Nelyo’s face, who only sighed out through his nose at Findekano’s suggestion.
“No! He looks beautiful like this!” She said stubbornly, having the original intent to add eyeshadow, one that was a deep green one that sparkled because it made his eyes look pretty. But now that it had been suggested and no longer her idea… Well that simply wouldn’t do. Vanifinwë clambered off the table, satisfied by her lickstip look on his face.
“You can talk now hanyo I’m done with the lickstip.” She assured him with her back to him looking over all the dazzling little hair clips. Patiently Nelyafinwë turned his attention back to his cousins, who were wearing amused grins on their faces, as the more Vanifinwë did… Well the more silly their elder cousin looked.
“As I was saying, unfortunately grandfather seems unwilling to change in his ways. Preferring more jargon and antiquated terms than shortening them into easy to understand. Though I must ask, did you understand what the allotment was for the artisans payment?” Nelyafinwë asked, only leaning his head down as Vanifinwë approached with flowery clips and bows in hand. Clasping them to the longer strands of his hair in clear focus, while Nelyafinwë held statue still so she didn’t mess up.
“Mhmm I see.” Findarato says in an amused tone, and by it Nelyafinwë knows Vanifinwë has certainly gone overboard. As embarrassed as he wanted to be by it, he could see that his darling little sister is pleased and happy and mostly not disruptive to him working. Just by the grace of Eru he prayed to never let his Ammë ask him to bring her to work. For his Atya and the other Politicians might not be so forgiving like their cousins were about her doing this to him.
“That is certainly quite the shame.” Findekano says, exchanging a glance with Findarato before he watched her finish pinning her hair clips in his hair. Moving again to the dresser, curious to know what it was she’d bring out of it this time to decorate her eldest brother in. They could hear her digging around in it madly and Nelyafinwë could see that neither were focused on the task at hand.
“Findekano, Findarato? The question, please answer it.” He stated firmly, only making Findekano begin to laugh at how serious his face was despite its… adornment. Yet here came Vanifinwë with jewelry in her hand this time, lots of little earrings- surely clip ons- in her hands before sprawling them out on the table. Vanifinwë moved to open the big ones before going for Nelyafinwë’s ears.
“Oh right, forgive us… You are… distracting.” Findarato laughed, and he watched as Nelyafinwë raised an eyebrow at his words. Vanifinwë was clipping lots of big sparkling gemstone earrings all up his long ears. Trying to be gentle despite how truly rough she was being, Nelyafinwë only winced some as the earrings pinched his ears. 
When she was finished, Vanifinwë stood back to look at her handiwork. Smiling widely as she thought he was certainly the prettiest ner in all of Valinor, courtesy of her hard work. With Vanifinwë finally moving to reach for something from the table,
“Look hanyo! Aren’t you so pretty?” Vanifinwë asks with a big toothy grin holding out the mirror for Nelyafinwë to take. He takes a steady breath before taking the mirror and holding it up to look at himself, and by Eru he could certainly tell Vanifinwë was bored and busy. He could see why now his cousins were so distracted, and why they had been laughing and amused in retort.
He was so used to it, but for a moment he wanted to be embarrassed by what she had done in front of their cousins. Nelyafinwë wanted to be upset; she had made him look so ridiculous, until he looked down at those excited blue eyes waiting for an important answer from her hanyo. 
Nelyafinwë gently reminded himself that Vanifinwë hadn’t done this to be malicious. She simply wanted her eldest hanyo’s attention and time to spend with him. Even if it meant sharing him with Findarato and Findekano. He simply to a soft and steady breath before he smiled gently at the elfling,
“You’ve done a lovely job Vani, thank you.” And with that she squealed out happily moving to hug him quickly, so happy that he was pleased with his appearance. Only bringing him to wrap his arms around her tenderly and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
“You know Vani, you’ve done such a good job, I think you should make Findarato and Findekano pretty too.” Nelyafinwë said giving the two of them a smirk, watching them clam up as the little elfling began to excitedly clamber away. Reaching immediately for the elastics,
“Nelyo- Wait- But-” But it was too late little Vanifinwë had descended upon Findarato, with her brush and elastics in hand. Ready to make him and Findekano pretty too. 
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theladyvanya · 1 year
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Busted out my digital tablet for the first time in a long time. So have a WIP of Vanifinwë made from a sketch I did a few months ago.
Gonna redo her freckles they’re so tiny they don’t stand out.
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slutaciouslestat · 2 months
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Started my bg3 playthrough, determined to bag myself a hot vampire boyfriend, ended up with a githyanki girlfriend instead by accident
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cittrusine · 1 year
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i’ve been designing characters for the last three hours and the only ones i like are azloth’s and rixori’s
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annellspethraven · 1 year
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First Lines
Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.
Ann's Rules: Ignore the above if you want to ignore the above. Because rules are meant to be ignored especially if they are on the Internet.
@zhie tagged me...the problem being I know like two writers on tumblr but...oh well? lol.
Earlene stepped off the plane at Donegal International Airport, desperately tired after traveling so far and enduring an epically tedious layover.  At the Edge of Lasg'len. [co-written with SonaBeanSidhe] (Our heroine has just arrived on native soil.)
“Ge? Ge can you wake up?” a quiet voice asked. “Teapot came with me, and I have tea for you.” All Beginnings Are Difficult | Wànshì qǐtóu nán 万事起头难 (Two brothers work to reconcile their shattered relationship amidst Craziness, including a sentient Teapot.
) Faeleth leaned around the chimney from the Heart Room side to see her mother and father standing next to each other, their backs facing her while they stuffed garlic cloves and herbs into multiple dead animals. Vannymorr's First Yule. [co-written with SonaBeanSidhe] (It's Christmas Day at the fantastical, sprawling multi-family home of Eldamar inside Eryn Lasgalen. Of course there's food, lots and lots of food. And weirdness.)
Holding his breath. Holding His Breath. (This dark tale begins with someone under literal water.)
“What shall we do together?” Nenni asked Amaranthine. Chiaroscuro. (Mother and very young daughter decide on what to do...)
The motions. They were the steps one danced when required to do so. The So Much There Still Was. (The words have to do with performing the necessary routines of life, but this is not living.)
Vanwë stared at the small loaf before him. Ghosts. (A diner ponders his bread.)
Lightly, Nenni found herself being shaken on the shoulder. Amaranthine. (A sleeper awakens).
The magnificent snow fortress gleamed in the pale winter sun. Under Pressure. [co-written with Zhie - who is the author of the opening sentence ;-) ] (Children have a magnificent snow fortress at a party.)
“I think we should celebrate,” suggested Gildor. Peacock. [co-written with Zhie - who is the author of the opening sentence ;-) Wait, does anyone detect a trend here?] (Gildor wants to celebrate having at last tidied up after a grand wedding celebration at a large shared home).
Tagging time: @spiced-wine-fic
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rrruthieh · 2 years
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Faeleth, eladrin wild magic sorcerer for @/sbhelgesen
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dark-nat-ones-blessing · 10 months
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A tiny Revenant!Nothing ficlet I forgot I wrote when I was possessed by the what-ifs around her near death experience in Session 15.
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In the darkness, Nuth becomes aware that she is a hellbound soul.
She sold that worthless bit of herself years ago now. Never thought what it would mean, really, for someone else to own it. She’d figured that was a future-her problem. Something for an older, smarter Nothing to work the fuck out.
But she doesn’t get to be older or smarter now, she guesses.
Come to me, child.
She follows the voice that’s guided her to safety ever since it first spoke to her. The darkness resolves into fire and gold. His horns spiral and fork; a gilded crown. It’s weird, getting to see him - that he’s not just a disembodied rumbling voice after all. He’s fucking huge, and as crimson as she is, and dressed fancy as all get out. Something about that makes her feel weird - him being fancy, gussied up like noble folk. Not what she imagined, but he’s the guy with her soul and her magic. Probably not for her to get weird about.
Nothing lifts her chin at him. “I’m dead, right?” she asks. “So, like, what now?”
What now, indeed? Golden eyes burn into hers. You return. Your work is not done. Your business is…unfinished.
“No shit,” Nothing replies, then, quickly, “Sorry. I mean, I know. I ain’t done yet.”
You are very close now. You will put an end to the abominations.
She feels his rage like scalding oil in her veins - shitty but bearable, but also everywhere. It sizzles under her skin. Whatever the Collector’s up to, he’s really, fully pissed about it. After a moment the heat stops being uncomfortable, kind of seeps into her bones, settles in until it’s part of her. Whatever the Collector’s up to, she’s fucking pissed about it, too. This is her rage. She’s not going to sit here dead while her kids are still in a cage, she’s going to tear the place apart for them, and for Spindle, too. Burn it to the fucking ground if she has to.
You are ready. Do not fail me.
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They’re trying to figure out what to do with her when Nothing’s body takes in a ragged breath that echoes off the tunnel walls, scaring the shit out of the lot of them. Faeleth’s rapier, still unsheathed, whips around to guard against whatever monster puppeteers the dead kid.
The dead kid hauls herself upright with her staff. The dead kid grins. Her eyes are deep orange embers, sockets full of flame, and behind those sharp teeth is a glow like the furnace of Dis. Dark blood and cranial fluid trickles down her cheek to drip from her chin and sizzle on the stone. “Sup, dorks? Also like chill out, yeah? Faeleth, wow. Jumpy much?” She rolls her flaming eyes and shrugs; the motion drizzles a little stream of red onto the pale cloth of her fancy white cloak. “Been told I ain’t done yet.”
Dark fire flickers at her fingertips as she toys with Spindle’s darts, nestles them between her knuckles - one, two, three, like claws.
“Got a promise to keep, don’t I?”
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ao3feed-tolkien · 1 year
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Vannymorr's First Yule
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/gW6escr
by AnnEllspethRaven, SonaBeanSidhe
It is a very special Yule at Eldamar in the forest community of New Lasgalen in general and the home of Eldamar in particular. Elves who have never been able to cross back from Valinor are able to visit for the first time in thousands of years...but everyone is busy relocating to Valinor! It may be the last time to share such a large meal and their quirky family traditions with so many guests from near and far for quite awhile...so naturally the day will unfold smoothly? Of course not, we wrote this.
The events that occur in the story can be considered to be compatible with the main fic. Though it's not Christmas for 2 months yet, consider the events in here as being parts of the story, Glimpse of the Future.
We tried so hard to have this ready for Christmas Day, we are sorry we didn't make it. I feel like some of this leaked into real life. Definitely my puppy read over my shoulder and got ideas. We won't be able to repeat the chapter release for New Year's as we have in the past, just doing this was our limit...we want to get back to writing the fic for you! Please everyone have a safe New Year's celebration!
Words: 21468, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Lasg'len's Box of Crackers
Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, Dark Prince: Vanimórë
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Multi
Characters: Vanimórë, Faeleth, Earlene, Thranduil, Thanadir, Lorna, Maglor, Celegorm, Fëanor, Mairead, Khadakhir, Ossë, Ratiri, Daeron, Kelsey, Annwn - Character, Pat, Saoirse - Character, Harker, Idun, Erestor, Glorfindel, Ithiliel, Eleniel, Shane, Katje
Additional Tags: Christmas Fluff, Christmas Special, Big Extended Family, The Elvenking's Wine Cellar, Holiday at Eldmar, Bob Rivers Songs
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/gW6escr
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ao3feed-thehobbit · 1 year
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Vannymorr's First Yule
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/MDsRekQ
by AnnEllspethRaven, SonaBeanSidhe
It is a very special Yule at Eldamar in the forest community of New Lasgalen in general and the home of Eldamar in particular. Elves who have never been able to cross back from Valinor are able to visit for the first time in thousands of years...but everyone is busy relocating to Valinor! It may be the last time to share such a large meal and their quirky family traditions with so many guests from near and far for quite awhile...so naturally the day will unfold smoothly? Of course not, we wrote this.
The events that occur in the story can be considered to be compatible with the main fic. Though it's not Christmas for 2 months yet, consider the events in here as being parts of the story, Glimpse of the Future.
We tried so hard to have this ready for Christmas Day, we are sorry we didn't make it. I feel like some of this leaked into real life. Definitely my puppy read over my shoulder and got ideas. We won't be able to repeat the chapter release for New Year's as we have in the past, just doing this was our limit...we want to get back to writing the fic for you! Please everyone have a safe New Year's celebration!
Words: 21468, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Lasg'len's Box of Crackers
Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, Dark Prince: Vanimórë
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Multi
Characters: Vanimórë, Faeleth, Earlene, Thranduil, Thanadir, Lorna, Maglor, Celegorm, Fëanor, Mairead, Khadakhir, Ossë, Ratiri, Daeron, Kelsey, Annwn - Character, Pat, Saoirse - Character, Harker, Idun, Erestor, Glorfindel, Ithiliel, Eleniel, Shane, Katje
Additional Tags: Christmas Fluff, Christmas Special, Big Extended Family, The Elvenking's Wine Cellar, Holiday at Eldmar, Bob Rivers Songs
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/MDsRekQ
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vanifinwe-feanorian · 3 years
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Vanifinwë stepped over the thickets and brush unsure of where she was at this point in the forest. Her horse having long bucked her off after being spooked, she simply sighed out heavily. Looking for some place or maybe someone to be able to get her bearings with and then hunt for her horse. 
There was no telling which way it ran off, she had been too disoriented to keep track and had to pick up all her arrows as they all fell out of her quiver. 
It was supposed to be a trip from Himlad to see Amrod, wanting to escape her brothers as quickly as possible. Especially considering Curufinwe’s nasty behavior, coming to the conclusion if she had to listen to anymore of his mentions of how she wasn’t kin Vanifinwë would end up punching him in his arrogant face. 
Her arrows in her quiver rattled slightly with her movements before unwittingly stepping into a small hole and twisting her ankle. Vanifinwë cried out in pain letting herself fall back onto the ground, 
“For fucks sake!” She cursed in Quenyan, seeing as she was alone.
@twins-of-doriath
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crooked-incisors · 11 months
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Faeleth
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theladyvanya · 2 years
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New updated Artbreeder picture of Vanifinwë 💖
Felt I needed to revamp her artbreeder photo, she looks so much more realistic. I’m so in love with her! 🥰
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arofili · 3 years
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the line of elros ❖ stewards of gondor ❖ headcanon disclaimer
          Morwen was the sister of Steward Orodreth and the grandmother of Steward Egalmoth. She was a sculptor, close friends with her law-sister Beleth, and through Beleth’s affiliation with the artists of Minas Tirith she met the jewelsmith Dammoron. Though her father Belecthor I at first disapproved of Dammoron courting his daughter, the two were eventually wed in a grand and happy ceremony.           Dammoron and Morwen had but one child, who from an early age expressed her true nature as a girl rather than the boy she had been mistaken for at birth. Though at that time Gondor was strict in its adherence to gender roles, Morwen and Dammoron supported their daughter, who chose the name Adanel after the wise-woman of ancient times. When Minas Tirith grew too suffocating, they removed to Lossarnach where Adanel was free to be herself without the expectations placed upon her by those who had known her since birth.           Adanel grew in wisdom and courage, and soon was wed to her sweetheart Faeleth, a woman of Lossarnach. When it became clear that Steward Ecthelion I would take no wife of his own, he reached out to his cousin Adanel and they began a friendship through letters.           Like Adanel, Ecthelion felt trapped in the expectations placed upon him in Minas Tirith, but unlike her could not flee for he was the Steward’s heir. Adanel commiserated with him, and when Faeleth bore her a son, Egalmoth, she promised that she would raise him to become Ecthelion’s heir so that he need not worry about finding a wife he could not love.
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shrimpgendered · 4 years
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*posts memes about me and my friend's D&D characters with no context*
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Some of the most recent dnd doodles of mikhail and his new friend faeleth
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