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meadowlarkx · 3 months
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Singer Doomed
Fëanáro, Elemmírë recalled, had a sweet voice. He could have made a passable singer and surely a quick-fingered harper, if he had been inclined to exert himself to music beyond the most rudimentary, toddling lessons. His second son was something else altogether.
“Makalaurë,” the instructor said, “play Mingling Light for our visitor.”
Elemmírë would have picked out the boy from the other students even without this blunt introduction: a small creature with Fëanáro’s bright-dark eyes and curls he tugged quickly into a knot with ink-blotted hands. He settled at a harp that was bigger than he was with precise care and only then looked back to his teacher and to Elemmírë, upon which his big eyes widened.
Elemmírë supposed he had been in attendance at one of her performances. She gave him a smile the way one might extend a nosegay of flowers. Makalaurë blushed darkly and sat a little straighter.
“Shall I begin?”
Maglor & Elemmírë over the years, background messy Maedhros/Maglor and other feelings for day 1 of @maedhrosmaglorweek, Treelight! Or, Maglor gains his reputation in Valinor. | Read here on AO3
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mxmia · 2 years
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for a niece
Part of Finwëohíni | Written for @finweanladiesweek day 2: Findis and Lalwen
Rating | Warnings: G | No Warnings Apply
Relationships: Lalwen & Findis, Lalwen & Findis & Malrin (OC), Findis/Elemmírë
Characters: Lalwen, Findis, Elemmírë, Malrin (OC), Fingolfin
Word Count: 1.1k
“That’s not how you become a favorite Aunt, Lalwen.”
“I’m fun, Findis. Elemmírë’s siblings are all boring. And, honestly, so’s Ñolo. Don’t tell him I said that.” Lalwen whispered, earning a laugh from Findis.
“I’m so telling him you said that, Lalli.” Findis told her, and Lalwen rolled her eyes.
“You wouldn’t dare.” Was Lalwen’s challenging response. Findis made a shushing noise as she led her into the room that was the nursery.
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