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doodle-pops · 2 days

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Marriage to Finarfin Would Include...

As His Second Spouse

A/N: Your healthy dose of Finarfin content :)

➳❥ When Finarfin stumbles upon you during his reign as High King, he is stunned. Why was he feeling warm and fuzzy inside when he gazed upon you? He knew this feeling, having experienced it with his spouse the first time they met, so he was confused. Had the Valar pardoned him and decided to grant him another chance at love?

➳❥ He knows second marriages and falling in love a second time is rare and he witnessed what happened with his family, so he’s cautious. As much as he tried to avoid approaching you, his loneliness caused him to make the first move and he felt like young ellon attempting to approach his crush.

➳❥ Here comes Finarfin attempting to swoon you using all his charisma and charm. He’s nervous and sweating bullets because of the potential rejection looming, yet he was willing to accept and understand if you did. However, luck was on his side.

➳❥ So here you are now, married to the High King and known as his second spouse. You’re worried and scared of what people would say and view you because you don’t want another incident to reoccur as history had told the story. But don’t worry, Finarfin is here to ease all your worries and insecurities, informing you that he genuinely loves and wishes to be with you.

➳❥ His lonely heart had never beaten so thunderously before, and it skips a beat whenever you are near. This elf truly adores you. Your treatment as his spouse will never be any less than what a spouse should receive. You have his ear to prattle, shoulder to cry on, arms to hold you, everything of him, and he makes an effort to be there for you and guide you through the etiquette of royalty.

➳❥ Seeing that he had been lonely for years, probably ages, he wastes no time revelling in the bliss of the newlywed honeymoon stage with you. Spending all the time he can in private and spoiling you as his spouse; Finarfin has never felt more alive.

➳❥ The good side to it is that the first of his children you would meet is Finrod, who would not express himself as Feanor, so the interaction is a lot better than what you expected. He would do his best to be polite, but that doesn’t mean he’ll come around immediately. You’re his father’s choice, he can’t do anything about that.

➳❥ At least you don’t have to worry about him complaining that you’re attempting to steal his mother’s place because he learned that his mother chose to leave the family. Finarfin would reassure you that the most you are getting out of his firstborn is his slightly pushy curiosity.

➳❥ Apart from that, your marriage to the King is quite lavish and full of comfort and security. He knows people would talk about the decision that Valar granted him and compare the situation to his father’s second marriage, so he does his best to show the public that it isn’t the case. It’s all done for your ease of mind.

➳❥ Plus, Finrod’s passivity towards your marriage, aids in calming your mind that he wouldn’t turn against you and rage (his other siblings would, but you’re not meeting them anytime soon).

➳❥ For now, your blissful life with Finarfin is peaceful and merry. You have a loving husband who goes out of his way to care for you. Always asks for your opinion on the matter, not wanting to unknowingly disappoint or push you away because of his individual decision. Long talks about your future with him and all that he wishes to accomplish with you at his side.

➳❥ He listens to all your issues, whether it be how the servants are treating you, or someone gave you a horrible side-eye, he wants to know to straighten things out. Even if it’s non-problematic and you want a getaway cottage when life becomes hectic, tell him. He’s getting it done.

➳❥ Finarfin’s major goal is to ensure that you are content with your marriage and life with him and that you don’t feel like a replacement or comparison to his previous wife. You are his new future, his focus and priority. You matter and he would hate to do something to drive away one of the greatest things in his life.

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elficially-done-with-life · 4 months

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Not Useless

Pairing: Finarfin x reader

Summary: Finarfin goes to meet his family. Later, the Reader finds him crying in the garden.

Warnings: Insecurities, I'm not the biggest fan of Finwë and it shows

A/N: First of all I would like to tag @batsyforyou (I hope I did this right, I never did this on tumblr before) and then I would like you to know, that right now I really LOVE Finarfin, so there are going to be more fics with him in the future. If anyone of you has a certain idea of just something you would like to see in a Finarfin x reader fic, just write it in the comments or in a reblog. Anyways, hope you enjoy this!

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

When you woke up in the afternoon, you felt a little better than before.

Since yesterday morning you had been plagued by a dry throat and a running nose and that morning you had felt so bad that you hadn't even been able to get out of bed properly.

So Finarfin, whom you had been courting for several months now, had gone to the feast with his family alone.

At first he hadn't wanted to leave you alone in this state, but in the end you had convinced him to go.

However, you had to promise your beloved Arafinwë that you would send someone after him as soon as you felt too unwell.

You didn't know how much time had passed since Finarfin had left, but it must have been several hours.

Carefully, you sat up in your warm bed and realised with relief that the dizziness that had plagued you a few hours ago had passed.

You decided that some fresh air would certainly do you good and slowly got up.

You went to the wardrobe and pulled out one of Finarfin's cloaks and wrapped yourself in it. The cloak was a little too long at the back, but you didn't care. You would walk carefully anyway, just in case you got dizzy again. Besides, it was more important for you to have some of your Finarfin with you now. Satisfied, you breathed in the scent of his cloak and made your way outside.

There was a large garden behind the house, where Finarfin and you often went on picnics or where he planted new flowers every week because they reminded him of your beauty.

The warm summer breeze flowed through your hair and you immediately felt more alive.

But this feeling was immediately interrupted by something that made your heart sink.

A little ahead of you, Finarfin was sitting on a small white marble staircase with his back to you, which is why he hadn't discovered you yet, sobbing loudly.

As you stepped closer to him, you could see that he had buried his face in his hands and his shoulders were shivering terribly.

You knew the shivering wasn't from the cold, but you took the cloak off your shoulders and wrapped it around his.

He looked up, startled. Tears were running down his cheeks and there was a look in his eyes that broke your heart.

You had always seen something sad in Finarfin's eyes, as if he was carrying an invisible burden that he was not yet ready to tell you about, but that was nothing compared to the desperate and sad expression that now shone in his eyes now.

"Arafinwë?" you asked softly and sank down on the step next to him. Finarfin's cheeks coloured slightly and he pressed his lips into a thin line. Then he whispered softly, "I am sorry. I did not want you to see me like this."

You let out a surprised noise. "What are you talking about? Did you sit out here so I would not notice you crying?" you asked, shocked.

Finarfin nodded and another tear made its way down his cheek. You reached out your hand to catch the tear.

"Why?" you asked softly. "You are my dearest Arafinwë! I love you and when you are feeling bad, I want to help and make things better. After all, that is what you always do when I am feeling bad."

At these words, Finarfin looked at you with a gentle gaze and gently took your hands in his. "Vanimelda," he whispered and gently kissed both of your hands. "It is not that I do not trust you my love. It is more that I- " He paused briefly. "What I am saying is that ever since I was little, I have felt that I am not enough."

You could see that it was difficult for him to admit this. He continued: "People have always seen me as the little brother of Fëanáro or Ñolofinwë. But you never. With you, I always had the feeling of being alive, free from the chains of my family's expectations. But you had never seen me weak either. I was not sure how you would react if you realised how useless I really am!"

"Arafinwë!" you shouted angrily and he winced slightly. Tears ran freely down his cheeks again and he sniffled. You carefully stretched out your arms and gently wrapped them around him until his head was resting softly on your chest, you had one arm wrapped around his shoulders and were stroking the sun-coloured hair you loved so much with the other.

Then you whispered softly as tears welled up in your own eyes: "You are not useless and I never want to hear you call yourself that again! I do not know what happened to make you feel that way, but you are not."

Finarfin scrunched up his nose and let out a wet laugh. "I think my mother would like you very much," he said quietly. "She is the only one in my family who never wanted to make me feel like I had to be more than I am, but even with her I always felt like I had to do something great to make her proud, even if she always told me I was good the way I am."

"She sounds great," you whispered softly. "Like a person I would like to meet."

Then there was a brief silence before you asked, "Was it your father who made you feel that way today?"

Finarfin nodded faintly. "He gave a speech before we ate in which he said how proud he was of all his children. He spoke longest about Fëanáro and Ñolofinwë. But he also mentioned Findis and Írimë and talked about their achievements. Only me - he did not even mention me. When my mother and Ñolofinwë asked him about it after dinner, they had no idea that I was listening, my father said he would only mention me when I had done something worth mentioning."

Your heart beat faster with anger. How could anyone be so unfair? "Now listen to me," you said in a firm tone. "Your father is an idiot if he thinks you cannot do anything outstanding. I have rarely seen anyone as gentle and good-natured as you and who cares as much about others as you do. Anyone who has you in their life is very lucky because you are the best person I know. The way you feel for others is unique and makes you such a wonderful person. The most wonderful person in the world, in my eyes."

You made him look at you and rested your forehead against his. "And even if that was not the case, it is incredibly cruel of him to judge his children by what they have achieved in their lives. He should love you all equally, after all, that is what a father is there for."

Finafin's eyes lit up in a way you had never seen before. For a moment you were afraid you had said something that had hurt him, but then he smiled gently.

"I think," he said, "I have just fallen in love with all over again."

He pressed his lips gently to yours and you let yourselves sink backwards to the floor. Finarfin gently stroked your hair and arms as your legs intertwined and whispered words of love against your lips.

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i-did-not-mean-to · 5 months

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New Moon

Prompt: New Moon

Characters: Arafinwë & Eönwë

Warnings: /

Finarfin had ever been a tinkerer; of course, he could not compare to Fëanor, but he was not devoid of talent and skill.

“I want to try this!” Eönwë exclaimed, pointing at the wheeled contraption Finarfin had been working on. “I love speed. Can you teach me?”

Torn between the wish to alleviate the heavy veil of pervasive sadness clinging to Eönwë’s fair brow and the instinctive dread of putting one so pure in danger, Finarfin hesitated momentarily.

“It will be fun!” Eönwë insisted.

“All right,” Finarfin relented at last. “You watch me first!”

Reckless, Eönwë was already riding off.

So, if you liked this...stay posted. More of this AU for Secret Santa :D

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caliawen · 1 year

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𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐨𝐲

Pairing = Finarfin x reader

Genre = mature

General ratings = 18+ (explicit sexual content), fluff, smut

Content warnings = mentions of pregnancy & of birth, mentions of vomiting, oral sex (f!receiving), male masturbation

Reader’s gender = afab!reader, but no ‘explicit’ gender (the only pronoun used to describe reader is ‘you’)

Word count = 1.7k

Notes = yayyy! This is my first ever fanfic, so please be indulgent and leave constructive criticism! Also, melmë means ‘love’

The sun rays caress your skin gently, waking you up from your slumber. You crack open an eye, before smiling. You are cocooned in your bedsheets and you can feel your husband nuzzling his face in your back. You turn around and smile as you see Finarfin grin in his sleep, his sunny mane flowing like rivers of gold on his pillow.

It’s then that you lose your smile as you’re hit by a wave of nausea. You quickly get up and make a run for the bathroom, falling to your knees in front of the toilet.

“For Eru’s sake!” you murmur, a little angry that your morning was ruined by this. You start to vomit, sweating as your body works hard. You distantly hear your husband call out your name worriedly.

“Melmë, are you alright?” He asks, holding your hair back and stroking your back comfortingly.

You smile a little at your husband’s worry and because you’re finished vomiting. You look up at him after you wiped your mouth.

“I’m fine now, my love. It was just morning sickness!” You tell him, trying to ease his worry.

His shoulders relax and he smiles back at you, helping you get up and get to the sink so you could wash out the taste of bile from your mouth.

~~~

You were seated in your bed, head on Finarfin’s shoulder as he hand-fed you, despite your protests.

“My dear, I can feed myself just as well as you!”

“I know, honey, I know. I just want to do it. You deserve to be pampered!” He says, smiling brightly.

You roll your eyes while smiling. Finarfin had gotten even more dotting when your pregnancy started, almost letting you do nothing so that he could do everything. You had to fight him tooth and nail to be able to do certain things on your own, as he seemed dead set on spoiling you. It seemed to get even worse as time passed and as your belly bump grew.

“You know, my love, we could go take a walk in the gardens today. Have a picnic, just you and me..?”

You smiled at your husband, love overflowing your heart as you saw him bite his lip, as if you could refuse such a wonderful date idea. That was one of the things you adored about Finarfin. He never took you for granted and still made efforts to please you, long into your marriage.

“I’d love that, sweetheart!”

~~~

You were seated on a soft and smooth nap on the still damp grass, leaning against a tree. Your legs were stretched out in front of you and Finarfin used that to his advantage. His head was resting on your thighs and he was telling your very pregnant belly a silly story, claiming he was telling the little one so that he would stop kicking you.

“Onece upon a time, there was a very pretty golden bunny that adored carrots! He liked them so much, he ate all the carrots that existed! The bunny was then sad, because there were no carrots left to eat and he realised he was also lonely ; he had no friends. A majestic and beautiful swan then descended from the sky on day, calling out to the bunny. She told him ‘I will give you carrot seeds, bunny, but only if you promise to let your greed rest aside and share the carrots you grow to all the other animals that are starving!’ The bunny, having learned his lesson, accepted the deal. Later, when the carrots were finally ready to be eaten, he shared all of them with the other animals. There was a magnificent crow, a beautiful fox, an enchanting nightingale and a baby lion! No longer famished, all these animals thanked the bunny and promised him that they would come to his aid if he ever needed it. When they were about to go on their way, the bunny called out : ‘Wait!’ The animals turned around and looked at him, confused. The bunny shyly told them : ‘I would like to be your friend, if you would have me!’ The animals all looked at each other, unsure. This bunny was the reason they had starved! But in the end, they accepted. And so, the animals never went hungry again and the bunny wasn’t lonely anymore. The End.”

You giggled at Finarfin’s story, asking him with a raised brow :

“Where do you get your imagination, love?”

“Well, I have the most inspiring muse of all times!” He responded, winking at you.

You both laughed and spent the rest of the afternoon lazily lounging under that tree.

~~~

It was now night, and for someone who had such a lazy day, you were exhausted, to say the least. Finarfin was of course there to take care of you, murmuring terms of endearments to you. Finarfin started to massage you and you relaxed back into his hands. He then started humming a song you didn’t know and you smiled, appreciating his voice. That is, until your baby kicked you hard.

“Ouch! Oh, Eru! You’re going to be the death of me, little one!”

Finarfin chuckled and pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck. While you grumbled, faking being irritated with your baby, Finarfin started leaving gentle bites on your neck and ears. When he sucked upon a particularly sensitive spot, you moaned.

“Ahh, Arafinwë..!”

You yelped when you felt him pick you up and carry you bridal style to your shared bed. He put you down delicately on your back and you looked into his eyes, lust beginning to make heat spread in your body. Your husband took one of your hands in his and kissed your knuckles, while simultaneously disrobing you with the other. When you felt he was taking too long, you took matters into your own hands and finished undressing yourself and started to do the same to your love, who simply looked at you, adoration and devotion pouring out of his eyes and making you want to cry.

When you were both naked, you started to kiss him deeply, hearing and feeling him moan. You lost track of time as you made out with Finarfin, but your pussy was aching to be touched and filled. You pulled back from him and chuckled a little as his mouth followed yours. You looked into his eyes and he seemed to get the message, making you lay down on the bed excitedly. He kissed his way up your legs, passing a particularly long amount of time on the inside of your thighs. Your moans became impatient and louder, frustrated that he was so close but not where you wanted him to be!

You put a hand in his silky locks and pushed him closer to your cunt, practically desperate at this point to have any possible friction on your throbbing pussy. He went happily, moaning as he finally started to eat you out. He did so like a man starved, like your juices could make him a Vala, like this was what his purpose in life was. Your moans increased and they were the only sounds that could be heard, along with the obscene noises of Finarfin’s mouth on your pussy did. At one point, he started to rut into his hand, making him moan and grunt into your cunt, which gave you a delicious kind of pleasure. It wasn’t long before you came, chanting his name over and over, as he also spilled in his hand.

You both laid on the bed, sweaty and tired but feeling satisfied. You closed your eyes as you heard Finarfin get up and going to get a rag, shivering a little as the heat left your body, making you feel cold. You opened your eyes again as you heard Finarfin coming back, already cleaned, and starting to wipe you down with a wet and hot rag. You sighed contently and closed your eyes, Irmo’s calling becoming too insistent to resist. You vaguely heard your husband tell you to have good dreams before you fell asleep.

~~~

You woke up, feeling too hot and uncomfortable. You opened your eyes, moaning in despair as you saw the light of (telperion?) coming in through the curtains. You looked at the ceiling and suddenly tought. ‘Now’. You quickly put yourself in the foetus position as you felt an unbearably painful cramp take hold of your abdomen. You held your tummy as you cried out. This woke up your husband, who you tought called the healers in a strong and powerful voice, as you could mostly just hear your blood being pumped by your frantic heart. The healers arrived, and the rest was a painful and hazy blur, your mind seemingly hiding itself from the pain you felt.

You came back when you heard the first cries of your sweet baby and the healer telling you it was a baby boy that was healthy. The healer gently laid you small child in your awaiting arms, and you cooed at your baby.

“My small and perfect boy…” You realized as you said this that you were crying, Finarfin hugging you and kissing your cheek.

“What will his amilissë be, my love?” He gently asked you, like he was afraid of startling you.

You smiled adoringly, thinking back to the dream you had of the name of your child.

“His amilissë shall be Findaráto.”

Your husband smiled at you lovingly, before turning his eyes back to your child.

“Well hello, Findaráto.. I think your ataressë will be Ingoldo..”

Finarfin then looked back at you.

“What a beautiful name you chose for our son! He even inherited your beauty!”

You snorted, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

“He has your hair and your beautiful eyes, my dear.” You said, grinning.

“Well, he has your nose, your ears and your hands.”

“How could you know if he has my hands? His are so tiny!”

“I just know it, melmë. Call it father instinct!”

You snort again, smiling softly at your husband. Finarfin smiles back, before leaning in and kissing you on the lips, softly. He then looks down as your precious son yawns.

“Welcome to our family, Findaráto… our little bundle of joy.”

End notes = I know that in canon, Ingoldo is Finrod’s amilissë and Findaráto is ataressë, but I wanted to change it up, sooo I did. Also, ataressë means ‘father name’ and amilissë ‘mother name’.

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that-angry-noldo · 2 years

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A Hair For A Hair, or Feanaro, I've Come To- *SCREECHES*

(in which Arafinwe decides to take the matters in his own hands after Feanaro won't stop being creep to his daughter)

It was a beautiful day. Laurelin's light shone warmly, and Feanaro stared blankly at the bird on his windowsill. The bird chirped merrily. Not now, birdie. Feanaro is annoyed, don't you see?

Feanaro had not yet decided what he was annoyed with today: his children went to the city (in addition, Feanaro did not like to be annoyed at his children), Tyelko's pets were combed, fed, and satisfied with life, and in general, peace reigned. Maybe Feanaro was annoyed at peace? ..

In principle, it was possible to be annoyed at Aracano. Or at father. There's no big difference. It was still possible to be angry with Valar, but Feanaro was angry with Valar on a regular basis, so that wasn't an option.

He heard the rustle of gravel in the yard and frowned. The children should not have returned so early. He looked out the window and couldn't help but shout angrily.

Arafinwe walked confidently around the yard.

Feanaro had a choice. He could open the window and shout that his half-brother leaves, or he could order the guards to escort him out of the door.

But Feanaro was Feanaro, and so he hurried to the door with the most formidable expression one could ever see in Valinor.

He opened the door, feeling that now he could drive even Vala out of the doorway, and stared at his brother with fierce eyes.

Arafinwe smiled broadly, and humorous lights played in his eyes.

"Feanaro, I've come to bargain."

"And then - Dad, and then he came again ---"

Earwen carefully wove her daughter's braid. Arafinwe held her in his lap, listening intently.

"And he offered me a toy! For my hair!!"

"For your hair!" gasped elf, pretending to be shocked.

"Although I said no! Twice! Dad, I don't like him!" Artanis cried out. "He scares me!"

Findarato looked away from the book he was studying.

"Oh! I remember. I once gave him a lock of my hair for the toy shovel. I was - I was ten?"

"My brother buys my children's hair?"

"I refused! Three times!"

"And what did he say?"

"Sooner or later, I will agree!" the girl replied, leaning frightenedly against her father.

Arafinwe rolled his eyes and calmly stroked his daughter's back. Feanaro only knew how to get what he wanted.

However, Arafinwe was not going to let it go. He looked at Earwen. Earwen narrowed her eyes as she opened her mind to Osanwe. Findarato's eyes widened as he joined the mental conversation. A second later, he laughed out loud.

"Oh. Oh. I like this plan."

"Why in the WORLD would you want my hair???"

Arafinwe smiled broadly as Feanaro backed away from him as if from a curse. He innocently tilted his head to the side, allowing his own curls to shine in Laurelin's light.

"Oh, Feanaro, it's so dark. It's like night. I imagine a night like that. None of the Noldor have darker hair. "

Feanor looked at him, and the beginning of fear could be read in his eyes. Oh, it happened. He knew it would happen. His half-brother went mad. Eru's punishment for his father's and mother's sins

Although it is a pity that it didn't happen to Aracano.

"Ingoldo- Ingoldo, you're out of your mind."

"Oh! Brother, I've never felt more in my mind. In fact, I feel just-"

"I won't give you my hair!" cried Feanor, trying to retreat inside. Arafinwe just laughed.

"Oh, Feanaro-"

Feanaro slammed the door.

He planned to convince himself that it was all a nightmare.

Feanaro did not like the city, he did not like the noise, and he did not like all these people who ran through the streets and chatted, laughed, and sang - as if they couldn't do anything better. However, Nerdanel went shopping, and in each store she met acquaintances, and with each acquaintance she scattered greetings. - Melkor took him, if Nerdanel gave him a list, he would've been finished with shopping a while ago and gone home.

But he didn't have a list, so he stood gloomily aside, listening to the chirping of Nerdanel, and holding bags in his hands. This is fine. This is what he wanted all his life. That is why he married this woman and had seven children with her. So he could hold her bags.

Feanaro sighed. If Nerdanel wanted him to hold her bags, he would do it without a single squeak. The things he was ready to do for this woman.

"Uncle Feanaro!"

What he was not ready for was that someone would call him, and that someone would look terribly like Arafinwe. He backed away from his nephew - a bunch of berries flew into the air - and strengthened his heart, realizing that shopping would be prolonged for another hour. Findarato howled and knelt down, picking up the scattered cherries.

"I- Eru, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you-"

Feanaro squinted. Fortunately, the berries were scattered just a little, and Findarato was picking them quickly. Maybe this time there will be no violence.

The boy got up, handed the package to his uncle, and blinked innocently.

Feanaro sighed angrily.

"Did you want something?"

Findarato's face shone.

"Oh! Uncle Feanaro, I've come to bargain! I need your hair!" said the boy, and Feanaro's face slowly dried of all colors.

Nolofinwe squinted at his brother. The one was choosing wine from the buffet; his eyes stopped several times on the berry one, but distractedly ran to other bottles.

"Well?"

"What - well?" Arafinwe innocently blinked, and finally took the berry wine. Nolofinwe took two glasses from under the table.

"Brother, you know what I'm talking about. Feanaro is awoiding you like you're the Dark Rider."

He moaned contentedly, turning his attention to the wine. Arafinwe slyly smiled.

"Oh, Nolo, I just let him taste his own medicine."

After hearing his brother's story, Nolofinwe could not help but smile.

Feanaro could not win this one.

"Feanaro! I've come to-"

"AND YOU, BRUTUS?"

Nolofinwe decided not to ask since when Feanaro cites Vanyar tragedies. He was completely satisfied with the expression of deep betrayal on his half-brother's face.

Arafinwe's game was even funnier than he thought.

They would appear out of nowhere.

"Uncle Feanaro!"

All of them were united by the same goal.

"Curvo, can I say a few words to you?"

All of them were interested in the same thing.

"I need your hair!"

It was a cruel prank. It was a nightmare. There were more and more of them every day.

At first, it was only Ingoldo and his son. Then they were joined by Nolo and his kids.

And Earwen, and Anaire, and Findis. And not only them, but also girls who were not even part of the family. A song about an elf whose family decided to free him of his hair has already become popular among the Vanyar. Feanaro was willing to swear that the minstrel who composed the song often appeared in public with Findarato.

That had to stop.

Feanaro knew only one person who had such power.

"Arafinwe, it can't go on like this."

Ingoldo leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms over his chest, and smiled. Feanaro gritted his teeth, trying to destroy him with his eyes.

"Oh father of mine, I don't understand what you're talking about."

This bastard understood everything and still lied in the face of his father. And here Feanaro was, thinking it couldn't get worse.

Finwe sighed.

"Arafinwe- your behavior-" Noldoran once again repeated in his head the story Feanaro told, about the madness in the eyes of Ingo and his crazy demand. Something stung in his heart.

Arafinwe only smiled wider. Does his father really think he went crazy?

"Ingo- do you have an explanation?"

Feanaro was wary, preparing to listen carefully.

Arafinwe just laughed.

Finwe decided a week or two in Irmo's gardens would not hurt his son.

"And then I told Nolo-"

"Oh," Olorin laughed. "Have you really decided to stir up this snake nest?"

"Listen, Feanaro is already quarreling with him, but he has Finwe on his side," Arafinwe waved enthusiastically, sandwich in hand. "I thought it was worth helping him. Feanaro is the winner of quarrels and scandals, but it's something he has no power over and it's something Finwe can't control. He either confesses to everyone that he asked my daughter for hair three times and acted like a creep, or we collectively corner him and chant that we need his braids. In any case, we win. "

Wings fluttered in the sky. Eonwe flew anxiously to the meadow, and Arafinwe handed him a sandwich.

Manwe's herald bit it desperately.

"Can anyone explain why all the Noldor collectively want to cut Feanaro's hair?"

Arafinwe's face shone. Olorin poured Maya a glass of wine.

"Well, you see---"

#i SAID i had fluff coming!!#but it's more of a crack honestly #look. anything that isn't angst is fluff for me #anyways to the tags #feanor #finwe #finarfin #arafinwe #protective dad finarfin #when i first got the idea i wanted finarfin to go talk to feanor all diplomatic and stuff #but then i was like. screw it troll finarfin lets goo #galadriel #it's not canon and i made it up but the image of every finweon in the mile radius rushing to feanor yelling about his hair cracks me up #finrod #fingolfin #silmarillion #tolkien #fic #tolkien fic #feanor holding those bags like a good husband he is #also yes. The Hair Ballad was composed by Amarie because she had Insider Information™#and finarfin just chilling in the Gardens with his buddy Olorin #no canon proof #just vibes #i also have no idea how to start the next chapter of he who sings #lmao bye

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sadlybeans · 1 year

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Findo

who still pretends he’s not behind the worst mischief in the family

✨appearance headcanons: ✨

Hair’s so straight any kind of braid, ponytail and up-do just disappears after a while.

Both sides of his head are shaved because he wanted to be cool. Frustratingly, he pulls it off really good.

Upturned ears like his mother.

Pale af BUT he tans after enough time under the sun.

Average noldo height.

✨Miscellaneous headcanons: ✨

Is -roughly- the same age as Finno and Káno, therefore forming the unholy trinity that terrorised the family for years to come.

Lead troublemaker.

Memorably, had the grandiose idea of throwing the three of them down a hill in a cart, crashing down in the middle of the market. (Broken bones were the last of their problems that day).

Always stirring up shit and provoking drama.

Particularly, loves openly teasing Nelyo and Finno because he has a death wish.

Became more responsible as he grew up (aka, learnt to sneak around better).

Is Very Disliked by Náro for stealing his baby (Káno).

They don’t actually court openly but everybody just knows.

they never had the chance to voice their love

they didn’t speak for centuries before he died

he still waited

but Káno never came home

Closest to Artanis out of all his siblings.

Never wanted to let go of his baby sister.

Spoiled her to death and bragged to everyone about her.

Loves composing music.

Whenever he wants to get back at someone he writes them songs and makes sure they become really popular.

Singing voice is baritone, though speaking he sounds more like a tenor.

Preferred instrument is the flute.

aaaand one more random cute fact to compensate for the angst i sprinkled in:

Pretends to not know how to play the harp to get exclusive lessons from the family’s expert.

#silmarillion #silmarillion fanart #silmarillion headcanons #house of finwe #house of finarfin #finrod #finrod felagund #mentions of finrod/maglor #idk what the ship is called if it even has a name #a little bit of angst #but mostly fluff #sorry i couldnt resist #i am a mean person

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arafinweanappreciation · 2 years

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So my family has a lot of photos of various dads passed out on the couch with their newborn children/grandchildren also asleep on their chests.

And now I want to draw Fingolfin and Finarfin with tiny Finrod and Turgon in the same position

#to be clear #they are passed out next to each other on the same couch #both holding their respective sons #or maybe each other's #i haven't decided yet #as soon as i find a drawing style i don't hate it's gonna be over for you suckers #silm fluff #finrod #turgon #fingolfin #finarfin

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sallysavestheday · 5 months

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End of Year Fic Recs!

Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023).

Recommend up to 5 single chapter fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies).

Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read.

My recs are all Tolkien, a mix of canon and AU, angst and fluff and humor, with a variety of lengths and ratings from G to E. Please check the tags on each fic before you read!!

5 series/multichapter fics:

Atandil by @eilinelsghost (Finrod/Beor)

seabird by @welcomingdisaster (Fingon/Maedhros AU)

The Harrowing by @chthonion (Annatar/Celebrimbor very much post-canon)

companions in shipwreck by spellworth (173 women from Tolkien's works)

Ungoliant's Bane by @polutrope (Earendil, Elwing, Elrond, and Elros)

5 single-chapter fics/one-shots:

Inflection by @thelordofgifs (Maedhros, Maglor, Elrond, Elros)

wedding dance by @swanmaids (Maglor/Maglor's wife)

This Living Earth by @searchingforserendipity25 (Maedhros, immediately post-canon)

Fourteen Hours by @clothonono (Fingon/Maedhros, Returned)

It would make every nightingale sing by eye_of_a_cat (Maedhros/Elwing)

5 oldies but goodies:

Recalled to Life: Alqualonde by Anna_Wing (Maedhros, Returned)

A reason to live (a reason it is not permissible to die) by Chestnut_pod (Elwing/Earendil)

What Your Life Is by @starspray (Maglor, post-canon)

The West Wind Quartet by @hhimring (Maglor & OC)

dear fellow traveler by @raisingcain-onceagain (Finrod/Edrahil)

5 of mine from 2023:

Thy Brothers' Keeper: Finarfin rues his role in the House of Finwe

Not By Wisdom But By Love: Beleg and Turin: the beginning

Tender Morsels: Fingon/Maedhros, loving monstrousness

A Sea Change: Reborn Curufin learns to live again

Full Disclosure: Fingon/Maedhros, Finrod/The Speaking Peoples, epistolary science and ridiculousness

Tagging @melestasflight @cuarthol @antares0606 @dreamingthroughthenoise @idrilsscribe @gellalaer @anerea-lantiria @echo-bleu @grey-gazania @spiced-wine-fic @tathrin and authors of the fics I listed. Let's hear what you've enjoyed this year. What do you recommend?

#fic recs #my fics #tolkien fanfiction

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theriverwild · 5 months

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Finarfin and Eärwen decide to host Christmas for the Noldors and the Smiths. There is joy, and grief, and family, and friends. But things go, surprisingly, alright. Even the reunion of Finrod and Halbrand is better than expected. At the end of the day, Gal and Hal reflect on the bitter and the sweet.

Rating: E for smut; WC: 4.1k

Part of my Fluff AU series, but posted as a one-shot.

#fluff AU #haladriel #saurondriel #galadriel x halbrand #galadriel x sauron #halbrand x galadriel #sauron x galadriel #half-maia celebrian #sort-of #celebrian is halbrand's daughter #oops did I sneak in a rare pair? 0.0 #mild hurt/lots of comfort #fluff and smut #domestic fluff #large extended family christmas #lots of other characters sneak in here

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 1 month

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A new life

Day 2 prompts: Exploration

For: @silmarillionepistolary

Rating: General Audience

Character: Finarfin

Epistolary format: Journal entries and letter

Themes: Soft | Fluff | Exploration

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 2.1K words

Summary: Finarfin writes about his journey to Alqualondë, his first impressions of the city and the royal family.

A/n: OC name meanings

Lirulinwë, a Noldor Captain of Finwë's Household Guards - Lirulin: Lark | wë (suffix generally used for male names)

Eärerossë, wife of Olwë and Queen of Alqualondë - Eäre (a variation of Eär, Sea) | Rossë (foam)

This is also available on AO3

Ingoldo Arafinwë’s journal

51st day of Y.T. 1278— The journey to Alqualondë was not long, but others say that there were a great many things to see along the way. I have often traveled west with my father and mother and the others, to Ilmarin and Valimar and beyond, but never have I traveled east. My mother told me all that she knew of the city and the lords and ladies that dwelled within it. She assured me I would find no cause for disappointment, and I did not doubt her in this.

She came to Tirion’s square to bid me farewell, as did my father and sisters and full brother, and all the others. Of my half-brother Fëanáro, I saw little. He attended the feast my father held in honor of my new station as his ambassador in King Olwë’s court, albeit very briefly. He ate little, drank even less, and chiefly spoke with his own wife. Then he made his excuses and departed, but others from his family—my sister by marriage and my nephews, his sons—remained. I had held on to the hopes of some deeper understanding, of my half-brother and I meeting on middle ground, but as the years pass, that hope grows smaller and smaller, and I fear Fëanáro and I will only ever be brothers by blood, and not brothers by bond.

“Pray do not take Fëanáro’s indifference to heart,” my mother said in comfort. “He is an elf grown, and must choose his friends and acquaintances without interference from others. Set your eyes on your new task and your new life. Alqualondë will reward you in many ways; wait and see.”

“Write to us as often as you can, my son,” my father added, “and remember me to Olwë when you see him.”

“I will remember you to your dear friend,” I swore. “And I will write to you all, father. You have my word on this. Farewell!”

51st day of Y.T. 1278.— What a difference a day’s journey makes! Already, the great tower and white walls and sparkling sands of Tirion are behind us, and the Calacirya is on either side of us. A great river split the land between the mountain passes, and it flowed directly into the Bay of Eldamar. I will be remiss if I do not mention that the pass is more than what it appears to be. Jewels of all shapes and hues can be found jutting out of exposed rock, and they glitter like lamps of a thousand shades when light from the Trees falls upon them. We halted briefly to rest, and I took this opportunity to carve out as many slivers as I could find. I will send these to my mother and sisters. Irimë in particular loves such jewels, and they will, no doubt, adorn her chambers and her garments in one form or another.

Later, during the waning of Laurelin and the mingling of the lights—We rested briefly again on the edge of the shore, this time to have a meal, and with Tol Eressëa within our sight. Even from afar, the lamps of Avallónë, Tathrobel and Cortirion could be seen with our eyes. All gold and silver, they glittered like stars in the heavens.

“Do many people still live there?” I asked.

“Aye, my lord,” replied Lirulinwë, a captain of Father’s household guards. He knelt beside the fire and roasted the fish we caught from the river. Another warrior was passing around cups of mulled wine. “Mariners, mostly. And nobles hailing from the city, whenever they are in need of respite.”

The captain was chosen to lead the warriors escorting me and the gifts I was tasked to carry to Alqualondë. I saw no need for so many lavish gifts or such precautions; Lord Melkor has been safely confined to Lumbi, and Alqualondë is a prosperous city. Nevertheless, my father, bless him, still insisted on it. It would not do, he said, for his ambassador and a prince of the Noldor to arrive in another king’s fair city with empty hands and without a proper escort. Olwë might think poorly of us for it. And I am not ashamed to say that I yielded to his entreaty. Father is troubled enough as it is; I have no desire to add to the many cares weighing down on his shoulders.

“What if I wish to go there?” I inquired after accepting my wine.

The captain made himself comfortable on the sand after passing plates of the cooked fish. “Simply ask the king, my lord; I am certain he will agree to arrange a ship to take you.”

A ship. One of the fabled swan ships, no less, with their white sails and their beaks of gold and eyes of gold and jet. Many songs have been sung of them, and now I get to see them and even sail in one of them.

“Perhaps I shall,” I returned, and we turned our attention to our supper.

It was a pleasant thing to sit and talk and laugh and break bread with the others. We listened to tales of those old enough to remember the Great Crossing, the many perils they faced leaving Cuiviénen. They regaled us with songs from that time, and then we all stopped, astonished, when singing sweeter than anything we had ever heard carried over the waves.

These were the voices of the Oarni and the Falmaríni, sea spirits that served Ossë and Uinen. Lirulinwë said these spirits are rarely seen in Alqualondë. The city and harbour are too loud, more often than not. They preferred the tranquility of Tol Eressëa instead.

The singing stopped, and the air felt strangely empty for it. “They will start up again, my lord,” Lirulinwë assured me. “Perhaps we should sing again. That might encourage them.”

I decided against my yearning to hear more. We could not tarry for much longer. The king awaited us.

Letter from Ingoldo Arafinwë to Queen Indis

52nd day of Y.T. 1278.—

“Beloved mother,—

“You will rejoice to learn that all is well with us. Our journey was a peaceful one, and we arrived just as Laurelin reached her greatest bloom. Even from outside the gates, Alqualondë is a vision to behold, and I will write to you and father on all that I see and find after I have met with the king. Pray give my love to the others.”

“Your loving son,

“Ingoldo.”

Ingoldo Arafinwë’s journal

52nd day of Y.T. 1278, during the waning of Laurelin — King Olwë greeted me with a hearty bellow upon my arrival.

“Son of Finwë!” He cried and embraced me. The gifts I brought with me were to be given later, when I was alone with the family. “Be welcome in my home!”

His home was a graceful and enchanting palace made out of white marble. Of pearls and jewels, there were aplenty. They adorned doorways and windows, columns and vaulted halls, lamps, and candlesticks. I have come to a city of great wealth, and it showed in the rich splendor I found in the palace.

King Olwë smiled warmly when I pressed a letter from my father into his hand. “I will read this later,” he said, and he passed the letter onto his steward. “Now come and meet the rest of my family.”

The king graciously led me into a vast receiving hall where his family and members of the court had gathered. He presented me to his queen, the lady Eärerossë, first.

“Welcome to Alqualondë, Ingoldo Arafinwë, son of Finwë.” Her words were like warm honey. My mother once said the women of the Teleri could rival the spirits of the sea with the sweetness of their voice. She also warned me to take care where the queen was concerned. Eärerossë was unforgiving, she had said, to those who wounded her or the ones she loved. “We have all heard so much of you. If there is anything you need to increase your comfort, please do not hesitate to ask.”

I thanked her profusely, and the king motioned for the others to come forward. His sons were many, almost as many as the sons of Ingwë. Then came the lords and ladies of his court, and finally, after I was introduced to them, King Olwë raised a hand toward a lady hiding in the shadows, urging her to come forth.

“This, my lord and prince,” he said with pride, “is my only daughter, the princess Eärwen.”

“My lady.” I bowed as deeply and respectfully as I could.

“My lord,” she said, dipping in a curtsy in return. Her voice was unlike her mother’s; it reminded me of a clear stream. “My lord father has spoken to us a great deal about your sire and your kin. If you are not weary from your journey, I would like to show you something of our city.”

I lifted my gaze, and it was then that I truly saw her. Molten silver hair and eyes as blue as brilliant jewels greeted me first, followed by a smile that could have warmed even the coldest of hearts. For a single, breathtaking moment, I could not speak or even think. The gossips all said that the Swanmaiden of Alqualondë was a glorious vision made flesh, and for once, I was grateful that they were correct. Someone cleared their throat; it was the king, I think. Clarity came back to me in a rush, and then I recalled where I was, and who I was with. I remembered my courtesies and made haste to say, “My thanks, my lady.”

“Splendid, my lord. I will send word to the stables and ask them to ready our swiftest horses.”

Not long after, we rode out of the palace and into the city. Mountains lay to the north and west, and, much to my own surprise, there was more than one forest as well. Princess Eärwen told me they are all well stocked, and hunters never want for game. She invited me to join her and her brothers on their next hunt. I agreed, thinking it would be a most opportune time to learn of King Olwë’s children.

Another aspect of the city that caught my eye were the roofs and doors and shutters of all the manses. They were all deep blue. Even the many lamps of the city were inlaid with deep blue crystals. Pearls and jewels adorned the many walls and fountains and terraces we passed, and on closer inspection, I found that the path we were on comprised chiefly of blocks of white coral. Many of the city’s paths were made of white coral, as were parts of the walls that lined the canal that threaded its way through the city.

The princess was kind enough to lead me down to the Haven of Swans so I could take a closer look at their ships. There were the beaks of gold and the eyes of jet. There were the pristine white sails bearing the heraldry of the noble Houses of this city. King Olwë’s ship was kept apart from the others.

“That is the sigil of our House,” Princess Eärwen gestured to what was emblazoned on the main sail. “Waves with a crowned star high above them. Father thought it fitting, given the love the Teleri hold for the sea. There are many tales of the great ocean crossing. You will hear some of them later, at the feast.”

“I hear it is to be aboard your father’s ship?” The ship made especially for the king was larger than all of the others, but could it hold a great many people?

“Yes.” The princess dug her heels into her horse, urging it forward, and I did the same. We rode closer to the many piers that dotted the Haven, and I kept silent while she called out to the mariners she knew. “But only for our family and members of my father’s council. We will take the ship out into the water while we dine. There will be minstrels and mummers and even a fire dancer. If we are truly fortunate, the Oarni and Falmaríni might join us.”

“I hear you can speak their words, my lady.”

“I can, my lord. My brothers, too. My mother encouraged us to learn. Perhaps I could teach you, if you like. It is quite hard, almost as hard as Valarin, but the words are so beautiful to listen to.”

“I hope I will not disappoint you with my efforts, my lady.”

“I am certain you will not.”

We rode on, guiding our horses past the Haven and onto the beach. The sand was like gold. Even the palm trees were gilded. There were more jewels everywhere, even in the little rock pools elflings swam in. My heart felt lighter here and freer. Perhaps my mother was right. Alqualondë could indeed reward me in many ways, and I must be patient enough to see what they are.

#silmarillionepistolary #the silmarillion #the silm fanfiction #epistolary #finarfin #Olwë #Eärwen #Indis #finwë #silmarillion oc

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swanhild · 10 months

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Managed to finally finish this for @tolkiengenweek but couldn’t post it yesterday:

Mirror Image

Summary: For his son, Fëanor swallows his pride. (And interprets a brief moment of foresight in entirely the wrong way.)

Characters: Fëanor, Finarfin, Curufin, Finrod, brief appearances by various other Finwëan grandchildren

Relationships: Fëanor & Finarfin, Fëanor & Curufin, Curufin & Finrod, Fëanor & Finrod

Word Count: 4.5k

Prompts: Family, Friendship, Work and Craft

Excerpt:

"Arvo."

"Yes?" Finarfin asked, eyebrows slightly raised in surprise at the nickname Fëanor hadn't really used for him since he had been a child.

Fëanor hesitated.

"Findaráto. He's... a good boy," he finally said, grimacing at himself for his sudden and uncharacteristic ineloquence. "Do you think he'd like to come visit us some time? Maybe stay with us for a while?"

(I basically wanted to explore Curufin's and Fëanor's pre-Darkening relationship with the Arafinwëans and so this happened).

Read on AO3

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And a shameless little self-plug, since everything I’ve written so far for this fandom is gen fic:

Unruly and ill-behaved, downright feral even

>> The parenting adventures of Fëanor and Nerdanel. 7k of Fëanorian family fluff, if that’s something you like.

Family Portrait

>> A bit of Finwëan family drama (mostly between Fëanor and Fingolfin)

Also a huge thank you to all the people who have commented, left kudos and bookmarked my fics. It’s easy to feel discouraged as a gen fic writer, but people have been lovely so far and it really does motivate me to continue writing.

#tolkiengenweek #silmarillion fic #tolkien fic #feanor #finrod #curufin #finarfin #my writing #fotfics

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elficially-done-with-life · 4 months

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Finarfin with an insecure Reader hc

Pairing: Finarfin x insecure!reader

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♡ Finarfin notices after only a short time into your relationship that you are not particularly self-confident

♡ He is a good observer and likes to look at you in particular

♡ It's also extremely important to him that you're doing well

♡ So when he noticed how you would always lower your eyes when you spoke to others or how you always tugged at your dress at parties, as if you were trying to disappear into it and hide, he knew straight away that something was wrong

♡ At first he didn't try to show you that he had found out because he knew you probably wouldn't feel any better afterwards

♡ So he started complimenting you

♡ Not too extravagant, but rather subtle so that you wouldn't find out that you were very obvious with your insecurities - because he was afraid that it would make you sad

♡ He compares you to the beautiful flowers and butterflies you see when you go for a walk

♡ He also casually compares you to various things/people that he knows you find beautiful and admirable

♡ If you somehow mention to him that he's "too good for you", Finarfin will do nothing but spend the whole evening telling you about everything he loves about you (which is a lot) and kissing every inch of your skin

♡ Finarfin also has a portrait painted of you, which he hangs up in his home and tells you now and then how nice it is to see you, even when you're not there, because you're the most beautiful person ever for him

♡ But he also says that even if the portrait is good, it doesn't capture your true beauty and character, so it was always better to see you in real life as it wasn't possible to replace you

♡ He also constantly encourages you to do things you're afraid of

♡ For example, if you want to learn something new but don't think you can do it anyway, Finarfin is your biggest supporter

♡ He likes to listen to you for hours while you tell him about this new thing you want to learn

♡ He also wants to show you how important it is to him that you know you can tell him anything, no matter how insecure it might make you feel

♡ therefore he opens up to you first and tells you what his worries are and how he feels

♡ This leads to you opening up to him more too

♡ If someone says something mean about your appearance or you, he will immediately defend you - he would, however, not attack the person, as Fëanor and Fingolfin might do - but would destroy them with words

♡ He would then spend hours holding you softly in his arms and praising every part of your personality and body

♡ He would also glare at other people if they even look at you the wrong way - Finarfin might not be as impulsive as his brothers, but he could just as easily glare intimidating at someone, especially if it is for you

♡ However, he would want to prevent you from noticing, one moment he would glare at someone, the next moment you would look at him and he would smile as brightly as ever

#finarfin #finarfin x reader #finarfin hc #finarfin imagines #tolkien x reader #x reader #tolkien #elves x reader #silmarillion x reader #fluff #insecure reader #arafinwe x reader #arafinwe #arafinwë #silmarillion #the silm fandom #house of finwe

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i-did-not-mean-to · 6 months

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First Snow

Prompt: First Snow

Characters: Arafinwë & Indis

Warnings: /

Ara squirmed on her lap, his tiny fists opening and closing frantically in the cool air.

He was desperately trying to catch and capture a single one of these shimmering, woefully ephemeral gems falling from the endless blanket of the darkening sky.

Indis chuckled softly and pressed a tender kiss onto the golden curls of the pudgy infant who knew nothing yet of the inevitable dissolution of the mesmerising miracle he was witnessing for the first time.

As she sat thus, watching her son coo and squeal at the dancing snowflakes, she almost forgot about the punishment Finwë so dreaded.

So, that kicks off another month of me being annoying!

Lots of love!

-> Masterlist (by @cilil)

#og post #December Drabbles #Fluff #IDNMT writes #fanfiction #writing #tolkien writing #jrrt #Indis #Finarfin #First Snow #Baby Finarfin

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that-angry-noldo · 2 years

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He Who Sings Against Gods - Part Five

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Chapter Five

The Talks

Time stopped.

Finrod was lost again, squeezing his father in a desperate hug.

You're here. You're here.

I'm here. I'm here.

He had no control over his thoughts, emotions, or Osanwe. His father's strength enveloped his mind, his hands firmly on his shoulders.

Loneliness. Pain. Shame.

It's alright. It's alright.

Anger. Fear. Where are you?

I'm sorry. I'm here. I'm here.

Smoke, fire, screams-

I'm here. I'm with you. I'm holding you.

Tears rolled down his cheeks.

I'm here.

He felt weak.

I'm holding you.

His heart cried with pain, reminding him of a long healed scar.

"I'm here," Finarfin whispers. "It's alright. I got you."

Finrod gives up - in fact, he didn't even fight - and closes his eyes.

He's here. He got him.

The silence is broken only by the quiet whisper of the king, who hugs his long-lost son.

Lahto was worried.

The king disappeared. Not completely - Lahto felt his presence, bright and strong as always. However, he disappeared.

More precisely, Lahto knew where the king was, but he could not physically get there, because at the door to the prince's room, calm and unruffled, throwing control glances at the corridor from time to time, stood Thamion.

Lahto did not like Thamion. Thamion was- Thamion constantly steered the king in the wrong direction, constantly stood in his shadow, smiling defiantly, laughing with him behind closed doors. Thamion was as dangerous as a wild cat.

Thamion led the king away from Valar. The pain echoed in Lahto's chest.

He can't get his king back without losing Thamion.

This made him desperate, because it was impossible to get rid of Thamion. He'd repeat that to Irmo over and over again.

Irmo, unlike others, listened intently. He supported him, he comforted him.

You're doing everything right.

The king needs your help. He just doesn't understand it.

He's still a child, isn't he? You remember how he ran around your king's palace and laughed.

Lahto wants the king to laugh again. He wants him to finally listen to him and get some rest in Irmo's garden.

And he wants Thamion to go there too. He is wrong, but he is not guilty. Melkor's lies are too deep in his head.

Irmo calms him down by hugging him close to his chest.

Lahto is crying.

Lahto just wants his king to laugh again.

"-mion."

It was quiet.

"I'll bring you dinner."

The hand stroking his hair stopped uncertainly. Finrod groaned in protest.

The hand returned.

"Are you sure?"

Sigh.

"He didn't eat for - three days? four days? And even don't get me started on you. You hadn't eaten today, had you?"

Finrod was a bit annoyed. He's resting. He wants silence. Is it so hard to organize?

He opened his eyes and looked at Thamion with the most annoyed look he could muster.

Silence. He wants silence. Get out of here, Thamion.

"Thamion, you are asked to get out."

The figure in the doorway gasped.

"The child has spoken?"

Hm, maybe it's time to introduce the death penalty. Finrod closed his eyes.

He stopped at the ants. Yes. Tamion should be drenched in honey and thrown into the anthill. Hmm.

Thamion snorted but went out and closed the door. There was a pleasant gloom and silence in the room.

Anthill? something in his head asked quietly. Finrod moved unhappily, shifting to a more comfortable position. Yes, an anthill. Beor once told him how Edain extracted information from orcs. What's strange here?

The voice fell silent and disappeared, leaving behind something that could be interpreted as "we'll talk about it later." Finrod nodded. Yeah. Later.

Or he will switch to the wet sheepskins and how they, while drying, slowly break the bones of those who continue to bother him with unnecessary questions. Now, please stroke my hair.

Finarfin chuckled softly, and Finrod almost imagined his surprised smile. Hmm. It was good. Tamion will bring the food. And you're not going anywhere from here. You will stay with me all night. If i can't know how the hell I appeared here, then I'm going to get everything out of this situation. Artanis will be jealous.

The memory of Artanis echoed in unexpected pain. Oh. Exactly. Has Finarfin not seen her for at least half a millennium? So what. She' s still a pain. Why do you need Artanis, when I'm right here, Finarfin?

He blinked contentedly as his father's mind responded with a vibrating warmth. Of course you're right here. My little golden prince. Does your heightness want something?

Finrod closed his eyes completely, relaxing. He won't think yet. He has a father. He has a bed. Thamion will bring food. He will think tomorrow. Think, think and think.

We have a lot to talk about.

Yes, Finrod agreed, but before that you'll say that you love me more than Artanis.

Thamion balanced two plates on his hands and a third on his head. No, he couldn't ask for help from the servants. Yes, that was his mission. Yes, most likely it will turn into a catastrophe, and he will end up with three plates of food on the floor, but hey. It'll be fun.

He just can't tell Arafinwe or that little pain of his that somehow came back from the dead. Thamion had a reputation to maintain.

The same reputation he thoughtlessly spoiled before the servants. Well. Now he will have the reputation of a clown balancing a bowl of soup on his head.

He just couldn't let Arnie know about it, because there is nothing worse than when your wife finds out about your noble proffesion of a clown.

The wife in question mercilessly broke into his mind, said that today she expected him to come home, and went out, doing the osanwe-equivalent of slamming the door shut. Out of the blue, Tamion almost tossed the plates over, sighed, called the servant (who found the scene very funny), and tasked him with delivering dinner to the prince's room. After thinking for a while, he moved his plate from his head to the windowsill.

Lahto's black robe flickered in the yard, and Thamion winced. The headache returned from the psychotherapy session.

One can only hope that this idiot will not go straight to the prince's room. But hey, they're elves. Hope is their second nature.

The soup was a good dinner.

First, because it could be drunk.

Second, because it was warm.

Third, the last time Finrod ate soup was in Nargothrond. In general, the last time he ate normal food was in Nargothrond. In Sauron's cellars, he was stuffed with dirty water and something Finrod's mind refused to remember. It was probably a stew of rotten potatoes.

In fact, it didn't matter then, because when your friends are eaten by a werewolf, the form in which you are given calories does not matter at all.

Finarfin, who was sitting on the floor by the bed, froze, and Finrod belatedly remembered that they were still bound by Osanwe.

Ahem. Well. This was not his problem.

A werewolf?

Ahem. Finrod set the plate aside. Uhm. I want to sleep.

What the hell, Arato.

Good night, Dad :D

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demonscantgothere · 1 year

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Though the Gods and the Years Relent, Shall Be by Helholden for sg1jeditardistrek

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power (TV 2022), The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien

Warnings: Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply, F/M, Work in Progress

Relationship(s): Galadriel | Artanis/Sauron | Mairon, Galadriel/Halbrand

Tags: Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Alternate Universe, Post-Canon, Post-Canon Fix-It, First Meetings, Developing Friendships, Friendship, Male-Female Friendship, Developing Relationship, Conversations, Bonding, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluff, Eventual Romance, Slow Romance, Romantic Fluff, Galadriel Grows Up in Front of Mairon's Eyes, Cutesy, Hurts So Good, First Kiss, Galadriel's First Kiss, Also Mairon's First Kiss, Yes I'm going there, Falling In Love, Idiots in Love, Living Together, Cohabitation, Apprenticeship, Marriage Proposal, Marriage, First Time, POV Female Character, POV Male Character, Only Rated Explicit for the Last Chapter

Summary:

After the final Breaking of the World when existence is remade by its creator Eru Ilúvatar, second chances are possible. A little Artanis goes into the city with her brother, Finrod, and meets someone who isn't an Elf at the forge. Intrigued by Mairon, who is a Maia instead of an Elf like her, she keeps coming by to visit him throughout the years, and he visits her family, too. They develop a fast friendship, but the older Artanis becomes, the harder it is to remain just friends.

Written for a tumblr prompt for sg1jeditardistrek: Sauron/Galadriel fic post-canon, post-LOTR. Anything goes. This is where my mind went.

Chapter 4: A Kiss and A Crime

Years pass, and Mairon realizes something. Stolen kisses and a crime committed, Finarfin and Mairon come head to head as some painful truths are confronted between them. There is nothing left now but to beg for the grace of the Valar.

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#saurondriel #sauron x galadriel #galadriel x sauron #haladriel #galadriel x halbrand #halbrand x galadriel #my fic

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arafinweanappreciation · 5 months

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I hope this doesn't annoy you but I saw your post about Finarfin interacting with his babies like they're small adults and became obsessed with it (change my life so much bro). I hope you don't mind but I want to ask for more fluff/headcanons about the House of Finarfin, especially with the fact that you went with the Orodreth-son-of-Angrod (I love that shit) so now I am desperate for more.

ajsldkjh thanks???? also don't worry. i don't get anywhere near enough asks for them to be annoying lol

Olwe lovingly handcrafted a beautiful cradle for his great-grandchild but it basically never gets used because Orodreth is constantly either being held by someone or in a sling on someone's chest

Finrod has a particular tendency to steal him for hours at a time. it's his first nibling and he's a little excited. Angrod and Edalote have trouble getting him back sometimes

"i need him back, it's time for him to have a bath" "i can do it" "give me my son back ingoldo" "would you deprive him of quality time with his favorite uncle?????? 🥺" "favorite? he can't even walk yet-"

i would say that Earwen forced her sons to take their little sister with them everywhere when they were younger but in reality they willingly toted her around all the time. sometimes to activities (e.g. hunting) that their parents would prefer she didn't participate in just yet *cough cough* AEGNOR *cough*

Finrod is in fact Galadriel's favorite brother most of the time but if anyone tells him this she will Stab them

Finrod might be more nerd than jock but if anyone makes fun of him over this they will face his siblings' wrath because they're the only ones allowed to do that, of course. go after Turgon all you want tho (lying. you will still get beat up)

tbh the Arafinwean household just wasn't that loud growing up, but there's a still a distinct difference between quiet time silence and mischief silence (TM). finarfin can detect it in approximately 0.3 seconds. still not fast enough sometimes

that first part doesn't hold up in beleriand. Finduilas has LUNGS and she considers it her Eru-given obligation to use them. Fingon thinks it's cute. he isn't the one raising her

one of the reasons Angrod and Aegnor like hanging out with Fingon when they're younger is bc he's older than Finrod and can therefore override his "safety concerns," whatever that means lol. it's the cousin equivalent of knowing mom will say no and going to ask dad instead

Galadriel is the cool aunt who enjoys spoiling Orodreth and later Finduilas whenever possible. like okay yeah maybe her parents don't want her going down to ivrin by herself yet or whatever but how much could it hurt really???

after she has Celebrian she realizes she might have a few apologies to make. still not very many. they asked her to babysit they trusted her to make decisions at their own risk.

prank wars with the nolofinweans

just. consider eldarin prank wars. they could last for centuries

#finrod felagund #finrod #silm #silmarillion #finduilas #angrod #orodreth #aegnor #finarfin #earwen #thanks for the ask!

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