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Nerdanel and Feanor
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A slightly mussed up Nerdanel and an exhausted Feanor for Day 2 of @silmsmutweek Well, more like post-smut, but still.
They were watching each other work and then got a little distracted. (Nothing sexier than being a master at your craft, right?)
Also a late submission for @finweanladiesweek since I didn't get around to drawing my other Nerdanel idea back then, but at least I finished this one.
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The ‘draw me like one of your French girls’ scene from Titanic but it’s Fëanor wearing nothing but the Silmarils posing for Nerdanel.
#is ghis mental image a blessing or a curse?#idk but it came to me as i was falling asleep and i HAD to share it here before forgetting#please someone draw this#fëanor#nerdanel#feanel#the silmarillion#tolkien#draw me like one of your french girls
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I know Silm tells us essentially that Nerdanel was a moderating force on Feanor, but I refuse to believe she was the “holder of the brain cell” as the current fandom phrasing goes, or the Only Sane Man in the house. #1 because I don’t think someone like that would have married a person like Feanor in the first place; and #2 because it’s just boring as fuck imo
Silm also tells us that Nerdanel was basically the only one to ever change Feanor’s mind through counsel, and that they were “companions on many journeys” and that it was only his later deeds that “grieved her.” Which idk doesn’t sound to me like a description of someone who spent her whole time in this relationship demanding Feanor behave more responsibly and trying to reign in his passions. Feanor and Nerdanel’s relationship is, in my view, very much posited as a love story of equals. Other details we know are that a) Feanor married young (no comment on Nerdanel’s age iirc); and b) His choice in spouse was surprising to the rest of the Noldor. This has always suggested, to me, that Feanor fell very hard and very fast for Nerdanel, and that he was convinced she was The One, and that their relationship was formed on a deep understanding of each other as people. Feanor didn’t care that Nerdanel was “not the fairest of her people” or that as the crown prince of the Noldor, he could perhaps have cast a much wider net in a search for a spouse. Furthermore, because Elves don’t seem to marry for politics, Nerdanel had no serious motivation to agree unless she also wanted to get married.
Which brings me to my main point: Nerdanel saw Feanor’s slightly unhinged behavior and went “damn that’s pretty hot.” You will never convince me that Feanor’s burning passions aren’t exactly what attracted Nerdanel to him in the first place. Yes they make him hot-tempered and impulsive and occasionally (self-) destructive, but they also make him interesting. Feanor feels so much about everything and his deep need and desire to create and to understand and better the world around him was precisely what made Nerdanel take another look at him. She could get underneath the prickliness to the artist, the scholar, and she loved those things, and maybe she even loved how much he rejected anyone’s efforts to make him quiet down or behave differently, to make himself more likeable. They had seven kids together--which, iirc, is the most kids of any Elven couple in Arda--ever. Is that not supposed to be indicative of the passion these two held for each other?
And frankly, I would also buy she willingly took his side in most family feuds, even when she knew Feanor was being unreasonable, and furthermore, that she found a great deal of his disruptive behavior entertaining. Anaire and Earwen can try to convince her to push Feanor to apologize to Fingolfin for his latest Incident, but is she going to? Not unless Feanor’s done something really outrageous. Otherwise, she probably can’t even get through telling him “that was really unnecessary” without laughing. Nerdanel, apologize for Feanor’s behavior? Not likely!
Nerdanel acted as a moderating force on Feanor in that I think he was just calmer around her. He’s a very volatile person and we know that he never meshed well with his step-family and possibly felt out of place generally owing to Miriel’s fate, but I think with Nerdanel it felt like he had found a place. She understood him and they were partners and they were going to do this Life thing together. With Nerdanel, I think he began from a more relaxed, less reactive place, which had a corresponding impact on his behavior. And of course, because he felt Nerdanel understood him (and liked him), and he respected and loved her, he was willing to listen to her counsel (sometimes) when he would take no one else’s.
Lastly, the idea of Nerdanel spending hundreds or thousands of years as Feanor’s put-upon wife, trying to manage him and their seven children, essentially reduced to a Nagging Wife stereotype as she acts as the only restraint on him is just so boring and what an incredible, appalling waste of her character. Why don’t you just slap her down in a 1960s sitcom? I think Nerdanel deserves more than that. She had no reason to marry Feanor except that she wanted to, because she had spent a lot of time with him and she wanted him, she loved him, and she saw a future for them together, as partners.
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Pick a ship and a song! 🛳️ 🎵
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Feanor x Nerdanel + 9,kiss prompt?
9. in public
Mahtan's daughter is no great beauty.
That's alright. She has other things to be getting on with.
Nerdanel is going to be a master of her craft. This is something she has known for a very long time - almost as far back as she can remember. The need to create is an ache that burns from somewhere deep within her. It's the force that pushes her out of bed in the middle of the night to recreate the images from her dreams, the gift that lets her give shape to a thought, an idea, an emotion.
What does a fair face matter? Nerdanel is a artist.
So Nerdanel never grows tall, and her body becomes stocky and compact from carrying stone and clay, cushioned with a layer of fat that never quite melts away. So she keeps her hair cut to chin length, all the better for keeping it out of her face when she works. So her hands and arms are scattered with nicks and burns, and her palms are raw or callused, depending on the day. So her hair and clothes are coated in a fine layer of dust, more often than not. It's all fine. Nerdanel wrings all the beauty she needs from her hands.
The only slight problem is him. Fëanáro.
Because Fëanáro is a great beauty - the greatest, perhaps, and not just according to Nerdanel. The first time she sees him in person, come to learn from her father, she thinks - I have to sculpt him.
She does just that, though not immediately. It takes many more such visits of Fëanáro to her father's house, followed by journeys across the nearby lands together, and hushed conversations in the pale early hours; just the two of them. It takes a recognition of the same burning desire to leave the world a more beautiful place than they found it that lives in them both before she can truly draw his likeness out of the stone.
She shows it to Fëanáro when she is certain that it's right, and he gazes upon his own likeness for several long minutes, and retreats to his forge.
When he emerges, it's with a ring.
So Nerdanel doesn't doubt that Fëanáro loves her. She is not somebody especially given to self-doubt, after all. Still, it would be nice not to have to hear the whispers about Fëanáro's dreadfully plain bethrothed. They're not especially quiet whispers, after all.
Even those whispers aren't so terrible, though, when Fëanáro kisses her in full view of his fellow Aulendili, at the dinner parties of the Lambengolmor, on the steps of his father's great palace in Tirion. Fëanáro doesn't think they are ill-matched - he knows, as she knows, that they are moulded out of the same earth.
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I think Fëanor should be put in an odyssey >:3c
#the little face at the end is imperative to the narrative#instead of nerdanel fending off suitors#it’s her deciding if she should remarry and block feanor reembodiement#so on top of everything an odyssey implies#feanor also has a time crunch#i need this elf desperate to see his wife again ok!#silmarillion#feanorians#the silmarillion#silm#feanor#tolkien#house of feanor#feanor x nerdanel#feanel
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Day 2 ~ Exploration & New Lands
AN: Companion piece to my contribution for @silmarillionepistolary day 2.
𓂃🖋 Characters/pairings: Fëanor x Nerdanel, Finwë
𓂃🖋 Synopsis: Fëanor receives a mysterious letter and finds himself quite intrigued.
𓂃🖋 Warnings: /
𓂃🖋 Oneshot (~1k) | AO3
"Here is a letter for you. Something private, apparently."
Finwë purposefully pulled an envelope out of the small stack on his desk when his son walked in. There was a soft smile on his face and a warm glint in his eyes, making Fëanáro pause and look at him in surprise. The way his father was acting made it seem as if the letter in question had to be something special, even though it wasn't exactly unusual for people, family members and others alike, to contact the crown prince of the Noldor.
Yet Fëanáro's doubts were soon dispelled when he saw the envelope that Finwë now handed him. It immediately stuck out, being smaller and differently shaped compared to the formal letters he and his father often received, apparently handmade by whoever had sent it, and not least because of the red and orange ribbon wrapped around it, rough and visibly self-spun, and a few dried, slightly crumpled wild flowers sticking out from every twist and knot.
Whoever had sent this letter had clearly put a lot of effort into it, and Fëanáro was intrigued.
He held it with both hands, taking his time to admire it. Instead of the usual formal listing of his names and titles, there was a simple "To Fëanáro" written on the envelope in sweeping, whimsical handwriting, suggesting the sender had addressed it to him with a certain amount of fondness or even joy.
Finwë, that much was clear, had made similar observations and was curious as well.
"The sender didn't provide their name, and the letter was apparently passed from person to person in the forges a few times before it finally arrived here," he said. "The only thing I could find was a tiny drawing of... I believe those are acanthus flowers."
It was at this moment that Fëanáro suddenly flushed a bright red. Acanthus? He turned the envelope and saw the drawing in question, immediately reminded of a conversation he had recently had with a certain travel companion of his.
She remembered? he wondered, the thought making him smile involuntarily, but he tried to suppress his excitement. There was no way of knowing for sure until he read that letter.
Finwë studied his expression with fatherly amusement. "May I take this as you having an idea who could have sent you this letter?"
Still red like the rubies he had polished earlier, Fëanáro shook his head reflexively. He was no fool; he knew that expression. His father was hoping that his stubborn, ambitious and reclusive son had been acquainted with a charming young lady that he could meet and accept into their family. Unfortunately for Finwë, however, the prince in question was not quite ready for that conversation yet, not to mention his uncertainty regarding his past encounters with the lady in question.
Who was no lady at all, in fact.
Finwë didn't believe him, Fëanáro could tell, but mercifully chose not to press this matter further for the time being.
"Very well. Let us speak of this another time then," he concluded their conversation.
Fëanáro gave a curt nod, forced a smile and practically fled from his father's office.
Only after he had reached the privacy of his own chambers, he went to work carefully undoing the ribbon and opening the envelope. Everything had to stay intact, he thought as he attempted to suppress his impatience as well as the excited trembling of his fingers, for if his suspicions were correct, he was going to keep it safely stashed away in his collection.
Finally, he was able to read the mystery letter.
Dear Fëanáro,
I hope you rested and recovered well after our last journey and that you don't mind me writing you like this.
When we parted ways near Tirion, I meant to tell you how much I enjoyed your company and that I would love to travel with you again — or meet up and show you all the projects we talked about, as well as seeing your works — though I must admit that I lost courage in the moment.
I am certain that you are in great company at your father's court and I don't want to overstep any boundaries, but if you feel the same way about the time we spent together, please respond to this letter and let me know where and when we could meet again.
Don't feel pressured, though — if I don't hear back from you I will assume you aren't interested and neither mention this nor bother you again.
I hope you recognised the flower signature — I tried my best to avoid getting you in trouble with your father too soon.
Yours,
Nerdanel
Her name was accompanied by yet another flower drawing, this time a few camellias and calla lilies.
Fëanáro's blush extended all the way to the tips of his ears now, and a huge grin illuminated his fair face.
It was her after all. Nerdanel who had walked up to him with such casual confidence that she had immediately caught his eye. Nerdanel who had offered her company, even though he had been too flustered to strike up a proper conversation. Nerdanel who had respected him and listened to him without the false and formal deference he was used to from the royal court. Nerdanel who had talked to him like a normal Elf and fellow artist and showed genuine interest in his passion. Nerdanel who was so capable, smart and wise, so much so that he could listen to her all day. Nerdanel whose eyes shone when she spoke about her art and whose cheeks turned as red as her beautiful hair when she gesticulated with her hands and feet while engaged in conversation.
And Fëanáro was going to see her again. He had decided that already.
Thanks for reading! ♡
Flower language explanation:
Acanthus: Fine art, artifice
Camellia: Longing, flame in my heart, adorable (depending on color)
Cally lily: Beauty, love at first sight
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Feanor and Nerdanel for Day 7 of @feanorianweek
Nerdanel likes to tease Feanor. This time, however, Feanor isn't amused as he usually is (your choice if it's because of his brothers)
NB : Feanor and Nerdanel look a little different from my previous art of them because they both are younger here. I like to think that even if elves doesn't age, they show some change in passing from youth to mature age.
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If you're in the mood for another sentence ask:
"Why nine?"
Thank you!
"Why nine?"
"It is an auspicious number," said Fëanáro, "the number of Aratar, Highest of the Ainur, who came down into Eä from the Timeless Halls."
Nerdanel howled with such delight that the forest above them burst to life with birds scattering in alarm. "So you would make yourself the rival of Ilúvatar in Arda?"
"Not rival! Peer, perhaps." Fëanáro said it in jest, but there was that defensive twist at the corners of his mouth, in the squint of his eyes.
"Well, you will have to learn to create offspring of your thought as the Allfather did, for you will not father nine children by me."
Fëanáro pouted, and after a while said, "Seven?"
"Six."
"Six," Fëanáro allowed, and rolled her over to get to work.
#feanor#nerdanel#feanel#first sentence prompts#got this ages ago but suddenly decided to do it#thank you!#my fic#this is not five sentences -- you try telling feanor what to do#*yes there are eight aratar but melkor was the ninth so lore contemporary with this scene still says 9. to me.
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I have this totally random headcanon that the way Nerdanel got the news about Fëanor's death was that the messenger came to her doors and said that he had a letter for "the Queen Dowager".
If she ever sees Fëanor again she will tell him this is how she got the news to further shame him and he will try and fail to conceal his laugh. Nerdanel will notice that he's near another spontaneous combustion under the pressure of holding in his laughter and she unimpressed, bitter, sarcastic, and derogatory will say "Yeah, you should laugh. It is funny." And he will say "Sorry. Sorry. No. It's not. I'm sorry. It must have been really hard on you." And try to hold it in with difficulty. And struggle so much that eventually, Nerdanel will break into a smile, too. (they always had the same sense of humor. This at least hasn't changed.) And then he will laugh while Nerdanel watches with an amused, reluctant, disapproving, "You hopeless little shit, I missed that laugh" kind of smile.
#maybe a hidden part of her unwittingly did share this info because this was extremely ridiculous so it needed to be shared with Fëanor.#as such things always used to be. she's so angry with him but she has centuries worth of ridicules things to share with him.#nerdanel#feanor#feanoro#curufinwe#the silmarillion#lotr#lord of the things#tolkien#jrrt#jirt#my two cents#feanel#the silm#tolkien headcanons
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World Turned Upside Down - a Fëanor/Nerdanel fanmix
"Prettiness" - Noe Venable
I have never been one for prettiness (prettiness)
Thinking of lace 'bout makes me puke
But the thing I just bought has a little bit (little bit)
I'm putting it on and I'm thinking of you.
"Nothing Without You" - Vienna Teng
All my books are lying useless now
All my maps will only show me how to lose my way
Oh, call my name; you know my name
And in that sound, everything will change
Tell me it won't always be this hard
I am nothing without you, but I don't know who you are.
"Take This Longing" - Leonard Cohen
Your beauty lost to you yourself
Just as it was lost to them.
Oh, take this longing from my tongue,
Whatever useless things these hands have done
Let me see your beauty broken down
Like you would do for one you love.
"Cannonball" - Vienna Teng
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
And it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball.
"If I Were a Weapon" - Suzanne Vega
I feel more like a needle
Always pulling on the thread
Always making the same point again
And wondering if you heard what I just said.
"Where's the Girl?" - Voltaire
Where's the girl I fell in love with?
Where'd she go?
Where's that kind and gentle princess
Of my dreams?
Where'd she go?
Why'd she go away?
Where'd she go?
Why'd you take her away from me?
"Storm in a Teacup" - Susan McKeown
I'd forgotten what it looked like
To look in your eyes and see all that madness and mistrust.
"House Where Nobody Lives" - Tom Waits
What makes a house grand ain't the roof or the doors
If there's love in a house it's a palace for sure
Without love, it ain't nothing but a house
A house where nobody lives.
#fanmix#feanor#fëanor#nerdanel#feanor/nerdanel#fëanor/nerdanel#nerdanel/feanor#nerdanel/fëanor#feanel#fëanel#feanor x nerdanel#nerdanel x feanor#fëanor x nerdanel#nerdanel x fëanor#the silmarillion#tolkien#silmarillion
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Nerdanel's friends in Valinor, after Fëanor commits the First Kinslaying at Alqualondë, burns the boats at Losgar, and departs for Middle Earth, leaving a trail of wreckage in his wake: So... What's been going on in your life lately?
Nerdanel:
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You know what I live for? Fëanor being the most charming guy ever who always has the right words, reduced to an inarticulate mess when it comes to his crush, Nerdanel, who is incredible at keeping her cool, causing Fëanáro to have Even More Of A Crush and blush even more because omg she is so AWESOME!
When they get married he mostly calms down and gains the ability to talk normally to her but he continues to say the most awkward things when he's trying to flirt with her. Nerdanel’s alone time with Fëanor never gets boring.
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Extinguished
Nerdanel reached Formenos just after Fëanor, and cursed herself for not being faster. Maedhros had gone to Taniquetil, and Maglor and Caranthir had run to her, and she had known not to bother wasting time trying to get to the home of the Valar—Fëanor would not be there by the time she arrived. But she had hoped to beat him to Formenos.
(“Finwë, dead?” she had breathed to her shaking sons. “Fuck.”)
As she drew up to the front doors of house in Formenos, Fëanor’s howl rang through the open doors and she knew she had come too late. She raced down the tile entry hall to the base of the main stairway, where Fëanor was sunk on his knees, rocking back and forth, cradling the mutilated body of his father against his chest. Blood and black hair and viscera dripped through his fingers from the back of Finwë’s shattered skull, spattering and pooling on the tiles beneath them both.
Nerdanel came to a dead halt, panting; her heart beat so loudly in her ears it almost drowned out Fëanor’s horrible wailing, like an animal on the spear. It was dark as pitch outside, not the gentle slide into evening they were accustomed to, but a jarring shift like blowing out a candle. An Elf, murdered, in Valinor! And they could hardly have picked a worse one, Nerdanel thought with an acrid taste on her tongue. Míriel’s death had rippled out through Fëanor’s entire life and he had never, never gotten over his grief of it. His anguish over her loss had fueled a double portion of love for his father—the same one who was now growing cold in his arms.
In the midst of his senseless keening came gurgling repetitions: Atya, Atya, Atya.
She hesitated, holding her breath. Nerdanel knew him—she knew there was nothing she could say or do, nor anyone in Arda, nor Iluvatar himself, to soothe this wound. But at least in the past, she might have known Fëanor would appreciate the effort. Now she knew not even that. They had barely spoken since his exile, since her refusal to go with him, since their children’s choice to follow him. But at that moment, all their quarreling, all Fëanor’s secretive and paranoid and anti-social behavior of late fell away, and all she saw was her beloved, and he was in pain.
“Fëanáro,” she said, her voice cracking in the nearly empty hall. “Fëanáro, come away from there,” she said more firmly, her hand twitching towards him. Fëanor, falling silent at last, lifted his head for the first time to look at her and that look she would remember until her death or the end of the world, whichever came last, for in the years after, she would know that at that moment Fëanor’s fate was sealed and everything that came after had been decided in that moment when he looked at her with his father’s blood smeared over his mouth, with eyes that burned like some fell fire unquenchable, with wild, wounded rage unbound from the tethers of reason.
(In the distance, the thunder of hooves—Finwë’s other children, doubtless coming now with the news of his death.)
“Fëanáro,” Nerdanel whispered, her fingers trembling. His grip on the corpse of her father-in-law tightened. In this face was only the warped reflection of the Elf who had been her partner, now twisted in the madness of grief and the whispering of Melkor; Fëanor, with all his bright light now turned to wrath and ruin; and it was only later she would know he had already been beyond her grasp at that moment; that there was no way for her to save him then, for he was already gone.
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I wrote a "Fëanor falling in love with Nerdanel" kinda fic today and it has the unfortunate side effect that I too am in love with Nerdanel now
#feanor#nerdanel#feanel#feanor x nerdanel#random ramblings#nerdanel please marry me i'm your biggest fan#i'll be your bestest husband/wife/whatever you want
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