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marchosiias · 7 months

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Our girls Findis and Írimë!

I missed @finweanladiesweek 😭

#silmarillion #fanart #silm art #tolkien #the silmarillion #valinor #lalwen #irime lalwen #findis

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rittare · 7 months

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Irimë Lalwendë, sister to Nolofinwë.

#tolkien #silmarillion #elves #watercolour #watercolor #noldor #jrr tolkien #silm art #lalwen #irime lalwen

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meluiloth · 11 days

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Here’s my artwork for @silmarillionepistolary day 4, love and creation!

More time has passed, and Finwë still loves his art, his people, and his growing family. His eldest son, Fëanáro (shown on the top left and right), has grown into an ambitious and genius adult. He is always creating and inventing new things - even a written language! Finwë has spent much time learning the script (a few failed attempts are shown in the top left corner), but he is immensely proud of his son (and his wife, Nerdanel, pictured below him).

Finwë’s ‘other family’, so called by Fëanáro (who doesn’t get along with them at all), has grown over the last several years. Indis is a ray of sunshine in his life, and as strong a woman as she is a Queen - she has borne four children and remains as joyful and sturdy as ever. Nolofinwë is the eldest, followed by Arafinwë, then his two daughters Findis and Írimë. Finwë adores children, and would love to always have them near him forever. (Though his own are swiftly growing up, Nerdanel is already pregnant with her first child, which is very excited about).

Still, though his first wife makes no more appearances in his sketches … she always lingers in the back of his mind, a phantom he could not erase even if he wanted to. And he doesn’t want to, no matter how much guilt he feels about pining over Míriel when his living wife is ever beside him.

Tengwar translations (the language is English transcribed into Tengwar):

#lord of the rings #art #my art #the silmarillion #finwe's sketchbook #finwe #house of finwe #silmarillion epistolary #indis #Fëanorian #nerd #fingolfin #finarfin #findis #irime lalwen #fandom event

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overlord-of-fantasy · 25 days

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Finwenian family fun

Findis: Who would you kill out of the four of us, Feanaro? Feanor: Fingolfin, easily. I actually do not hate you and Irime. Fingolfin, laughing: What the fuck, brother. Feanor: Well, Finarfin would be too easy. He’d probably be into it. Finarfin, now standing in the doorway: What the fuck, brother!?

#silmarillion #silmarillion memes #incorrect silmarillion quotes #lotr #feanaro #feanor #findis #fingolfin #irime lalwen #irime #finarfin #house of finwe #children of finwe

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thelien-art · 24 days

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May I request a lalwen? (Someday I’ll request a different character) maybe in the dream scape color palette?

Nooo... who else when then ask me??

New Lalwen design-

I thought a bit more about her and I´m convinced she ends up living with Cirdan so I tried to give her a bit more Sindir look, as I think she feels more connected to them at the end of the first age than the Noldor. More Sindir things would be more practical and simpler clothes, colored and less decorated hair and her lil shoulder tattoo and trophy earing (it´s a seashell) :) and of course her Sindir sword

#tolkien #silmarillion #jrr tolkien #lalwen #irime lalwen #silm art #tolkien art #digital art #my art

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lidoshka · 10 months

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Concert

Even though Makalaure is the musical prodigy of the family, Maitimo still spent a good part of his youth mastering his instrument, and he likes to perform to his small audience.

Lalwen likes to listen to her nephew whenever she has the chance and Maglor, well, he likes not being the performer from time to time.+

For @tolkiengenweek day 7: extra day, cause I have no idea how to categorise it.

😅

#mis trazos #house of finwe #maedhros #silmarillion #tolkien world #feanorians #maglor #irime lalwen #finrod #fingon #tolkienlatam&caribbeanweek

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silvantransthranduiltrash · 8 months

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Ok, no, but wouldn’t it be hilarious is the feanorians are closer in age to their half aunts/uncles than their cousins?

(Hc obviously)

Like, feanor fell in love, married, and had maitimo pretty much as soon as he turned of age, but finwe kinda waited to have kids with indis untill his first child was grown up bc he felt guilty or smth. Also bc most elves don’t immediately have kids when they get married.

Anyway, it results in:

Findis and Maitimo being the same age.

Nolofinwe and Makalaure being the same age.

Lalwen and Tyelkormo being the same age.

And Arafinwe and Carnister being the same age.

Listen, they’re not doing it on purpose, having them born so close to each other, it just happened.

But imagine how wild it must be! Imagine the feanorians being told to listen to their aunts/uncles and half of them are straight up like “they’re literally my age/younger than me”

Imagine only the twins being in the age range of their cousins, by which i mean that amras, amrod, and Findekano being the same age, and the rest of the cousins are all younger.

Imagine how funny/weird it must be for the cousins to be told to call an elf, that is older than their dad, cousin instead of uncle.

Idk, i just think it’d be fricking hilarious. Just, the family dynamic would be so interesting. Also, it’s make feanor naming maitimo nelyafinwe more understandable bc (depending on whether he’s born before or after findis) he would be the third (male) finwe.

Idk, just thoughts. Just a fun little blorbo. Don’t take it to seriously.

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arlenianchronicles · 2 years

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Noldorin Portraits pt3: Findis, Fingolfin, Írimë, and Finarfin.

Alrighty, here’s the last batch! I like having all of Indis’ kids together hahaa XDD The only changes here are in Írimë’s shawl, which was originally pink. But I didn’t quite like how it went with her green dress, so I changed it!

The next part of these portraits will be Finwë’s grandchildren ... Man, that’s going to be a lot loll ^^;;

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arofili · 10 months

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@tolkiengenweek day one | family | findis and lalwen

Finwë had four children by Indis: a daughter Findis, a son, a daughter Írimë, and a son. Findis was made by combining the names of her parents. Little is said of her in The Silmarillion. She did not go into exile, but went with her mother after the slaying of Finwë and they abode among the Vanyar in grief… His second daughter was named Írimë and her mother-name was Lalwendë (laughing maiden). By this name, or in shortened form Lalwen, she was generally known. She went into exile with her brother Fingolfin, who was most dear to her of all her kin…

—The History of Middle-earth: Volume XII: The Peoples of Middle-earth, “The Shibboleth of Fëanor”

#tolkienedit #oneringnet #tolkiengenweek #findis #lalwen #irime lalwen #irime #finwieli #my edit #tefain nin #mepoc #tgw23 #silm #silmarillion #the silmarillion #silmedit #id in alt text

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symphonyofsilence · 1 year

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House of Finwë edition: part 1/4

(Part 2) - (part 3)-(part 4)

Credits: All the ladies by Tajmah , and Finwe by Noldoriandoodles

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marchosiias · 7 months

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Process! Findis and Írimë

#silmarillion #findis #lalwen #irime lalwen #finwe #finweans #art #elf #silm art #tolkien #fanart #valinor

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melestasflight · 5 months

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Hi Melesta! Your holiday list is a lovely and generous idea✨️

In case you're up to it, I am very curious about you might do with the prompt 'love would lead me' + Lalwen & Argon! 😉💕

Holiday Silm Prompt fill for @searchingforserendipity25. Thanks for the prompt friend!

Lalwen doesn’t have the heart to quell Arakáno’s love for wild creatures. Things turn hectic when an eagle egg goes missing. (1,6k words of pure fluff 😄)

Posting the collection of stories on AO3 here.

love would lead me

Lalwen did not expect the matter with the eagle egg to become such a serious affair, certainly not something that prompted the involvement of the Valar. Although in truth, she should have known all along.

Arakáno already had a long reputation for providing shelter and friendship to any creature that seemed (to him) even slightly in need of comfort. At first, it had been the innocent thing of an elfling barely out of his cradle, when he would pick up fallen nestlings beneath the trees in Indis’ gardens and run carrying them in his small hands. Lalwen would receive the birdling gently from between his clumsy fingers, they would identify its species together before she would climb deep into the tree crowns to return it to its nest.

She could never resist the endless stream of questions that no one else had the patience to answer, never tired of Arakáno’s insatiable curiosity for the world surrounding him. Lalwendë, do fish have eyelids? Are bees just little tigers? Lalwen, do oliphaunts eat with their nose? Is wombat poo really square? Can eagles speak Quenya? Why does Manwë have wings sometimes?

Each question — a small window into the colorful landscape of a child’s wonder. More than anything, it was the twinkle in the sky blue of Arakáno’s eyes, a hue mirroring perfectly her own, that called to Lalwen’s heart. For though Arakáno was Nolofinwë and Anairë’s son, in everything else he was Lalwen’s own, a piece of herself that she readily gave away. With each answered question, each smile, and each shared secret, he grew to become Lalwen's best friend housed in the small body of her nephew.

So Lalwen had long accepted her own incapacity to deny Arakáno anything, and over the years, she allowed her home to turn into a small sanctuary for all sorts of beasts, big and small, lost by chance or on purpose. An impressive variety of bird species chirped above the edges of the windows, geckos as colorful as rainbows crawled up the walls, ocelots slept stretched in patches of tree light, raccoons raised their young in the cellars, and a colony of bats hung in the attic.

Sometimes, Lalwen almost felt like an intruder in her own house, a creature all too civilized for the micro-ecosystem that was developing inside. She let it all happen for Arakáno’s joy, for the bliss in his voice as he named every one of his friends: Linquendil the hummingbird, Kemmótar the mole, Vindusquë the wolf.

But when Nolofinwë finally stood at her doorstep, his usual calm smile jagged by something between shame and worry, she knew it had all gone too far. ‘You allow him too much, sister.’

‘Oh for the love of Eru, Nolo, Arakáno is still a child. Let him have fun while he can.’ Lalwen wasn’t ready to surrender.

‘He sequestered an eagle egg, Lalwen! Manwë himself has sent word to father requesting that the egg be returned.’

‘Don’t you think they are being a little too dramatic over this?’ Lalwen said with a chuckle as she imagined the King of the Noldor and the King of Arda corresponding over bird eggs. Nolofinwë followed suit, their chuckles turning into giggles as their minds met. ‘Ai very well, I will speak with him.’

When Lalwen knocked on the door of Arakáno’s attic room, a frustrated little warning came from within. ‘I haven’t changed my mind, Dad!’

‘Your father is downstairs, Arakáno. It’s me, let me in,’ she demanded as softly as she could.

Arakáno opened the door almost immediately, just barely to let Lalwen squeeze inside. ‘Come in quickly before Dad can hear him.’

‘Hear whom?’ Lalwen got her answer as soon as she asked. The shells of an egg were lying on the floor and a small, fragile pile of pink skin and soft down was resting folded in Arakáno’s shirt. He handed the nestling into Lalwen’s open palms. It was softer than anything she had ever touched. ‘When did it hatch?’

‘Not three days ago.’

‘Arno! You could have told me—’

‘I know, I know,’ Arakáno’s remorseful tone was a heart-wrenching thing. Then his words came out of his mouth in a rush. ‘I didn’t mean for it to hatch here. I was just curious and intended to return the egg after I sketched it in my notebook. But then it began cracking in my lap, everything was so fast I didn’t know what to do, and when I heard his cry I couldn’t let him go. He can barely see, I wasn't going to leave him alone.’

The eaglet was snuggling against Lalwen’s palm, eager for the warmth she provided. ‘I can see why you want to keep him. He is a darling,’ she said and heard Arakáno’s exhale of relief. ‘But you must return him to his nest at once.’

‘Can’t he stay just a little longer?’

‘If I say yes, love for you would lead me. There is nothing that I wish more than your joy, my dear. Yet I will have to say no for love of our small friend. Don’t make such a face, Arakáno, you know you cannot teach him all that a little eagle must know. How many eggs were in the nest?’

'Four,’ Arakáno confessed.

‘They will all hatch if they haven't already. Don’t you think he will begin feeling lonely without his siblings soon enough? Just like you miss your brothers and sister when they are away?’

‘But if he leaves I will feel lonely too!’ Her nephew was now on the verge of tears. ‘I know I am too young to be in Finno’s company all the time, even if he had the time to take me with him. Turno spends every waking moment with Findo, and they are honestly quite boring, reading their books and debating things I barely understand all day long, and Írissë is always away with her friends from Oromë’s hunt.’

There was the truth, at last.

Arakáno was the youngest among the wild bunch of Finwë’s grandchildren, and unlike his elder siblings, he did not have the luxury of growing up surrounded by his many cousins. As Fëanáro and Nolofinwë’s arguments acquired a sharper edge, Lalwen watched how a chasm was opening between their children too, ever-expanding, pushing them apart like a glacier between mountains. Her chest turned too small to contain her heart.

‘I know what it’s like to be much younger than your siblings, Arakáno, but trust me, soon enough the age difference will be all but invisible. Before you know it, you will grow tall and strong and spread your wings wide to go on many adventures, and I will be with you every step of the way.’ Lalwen offered the nestling back to Arakáno, and added gently, ‘We should let our friend do the same, wouldn’t you agree?’

‘You are right, Aunt, I will let him go back to his kind.’ A smile, even if a little wistful, was finally returning to her nephew’s face again.

Just as they readied to leave the house, nestling the eaglet into a pile of blankets, two redheaded elflings burst through the front door, quick as lightning.

‘The egg has hatched!’ Exclaimed Pityo, catching sight of the bird at once.

‘It has?’ Came from Nolofinwë, alarmed.

‘How can it be so ugly and adorable at the same time?’ Asked Telvo, ignoring his uncle’s question. ‘How old is it? Is it truly one of Manwë’s eagles?’

The inquiries came in a storm as the twins huddled around Arakáno to take a better look at the small bird in his arms.

‘What are you doing here, Ambarussa?’ Lalwen asked, realizing that Fëanáro’s youngest sons had never before come to her home.

‘We wanted to see the egg before it was returned, and begged Papa to bring us,’ Pityo answered.

‘Your father brought you here? Where is he?’

‘Right here,’ came from Fëanáro who appeared in the doorway. He crossed the room and his face turned somber as soon as he spotted Nolofinwë. ‘Good day sister, half-brother. I have brought the twins but I must warn you—’

‘Fëanáro, you—’ started Nolofinwë before Fëanáro was done speaking.

‘If you mention anything about your feud,’ Lalwen interrupted them both, raising a warning finger, ‘I swear to Eru, you will both be dealing with me. The children barely know each other because of your ridiculous quarrels!’ Her voice came in a whisper, sharp as a blade, making sure only her brothers could hear her.

Fëanáro looked taken aback, not expecting that kind of tone from his much younger sister. But he recovered quickly. ‘In fact, I was going to ask if they can stay here for the day. Nerdanel and I have our hands full and could use the break. I see they have already found good company.’

Even Fëanáro could feel overwhelmed. Lalwen had not thought it possible, but she was relieved to know it was so. ‘Of course they can stay, they are as dear to me as any of your children. But what were you going to warn me about?’

‘Oh, only that my youngest sons are wilder than Oromë’s creatures in the forests. We believed we had passed the test with Tyelko, how wrong we were!’

As Fëanáro spoke, Lalwen glanced past his shoulder to catch the blissful smile that stretched Arakáno’s lips as he was answering the twins’ questions.

‘I’m confident I will manage,’ she responded to Fëanáro and beckoned her brothers to join the children where the eaglet was being passed from one set of hands to another.

‘Have you named him already?’ Telvo asked.

‘Yes! His name is Sorontar,’ Arakáno announced proudly.

‘It is a good name! Pleased to meet you, little king.’ Pityo reached out a finger to scratch the soft head of the nestling and everyone broke into laughter as Sorontar squawked in response.

Lalwen felt something warm unravel in her chest.

If you enjoyed this story, feel free to drop me a note/kudo on AO3. It makes my day!

#lalwen #irime lalwen #argon #arakano #fingolfin #feanor #amrod #amras #thorondor #prompt fills #ficlets #Holiday Silm Prompt Fest #my writing #silmarillion #tolkien

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curiouselleth · 8 months

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Be He Foe or Friend; a Silmarillion Choose your Own Adventure Book

Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo, mellons and mutuals!

(a star shines on the hour of our meeting, friends and mutuals!)

So, what is Be He Foe or Friend? It's a Silmarillion choose your own adventure book I'm writing! I've been tagging all my posts about it with "be he foe or friend".

Be He Foe or Friend is written from the perspective of Lalwen, one of Finwe's daughters and a textual ghost. We know she went to Middle Earth with Fingolfin... but that's all we know. So it will read as if you are Lalwen, and at the end of each chapter, you will have to make a choice.

More information and details under the cut!

(edited 1/6/24 to update info)

I'm planning to separate the story into several books, with this first one starting in Valinor, pre-darkening, and ending shortly after the Host of Fingolfin arrives in Middle Earth (probably shortly after Fingolfin is crowned). It’s working title right now is Blessed Lands and Colder Seas.

For example (and this whole bit here is just an example, I am not using this):

What do you want to do as Princess of the Noldor?

Join the Court

Head projects in the city, (construction, social programs, etc.)

Serving (insert favorite/least hated vala here)

Each choice is tied to a certain chapter, so if you choose to servea vala, you would jump to the chapter "In the Halls of Aule" rather than just going to the next page with the chapter "Finwe's Advisors are Annoying" which is where you would go if you chose to join the court.

In some later chapters where survival might be a question, I'm thinking it could be fun to roll dice to determine that, like if you were in the Battle of Unnumbered Tears, you would roll a 100-sided die, and if you got 98 or above you survive. (I'm still kinda rotating how this part should work.)

(All of the above choices and chapters were made up for the sake of giving an example that wasn't a spoiler)

As of now I estimate 26 or so chapters in this book, but there are probably quite a few I can combine, and I will probably find that I need more chapters in certain parts so I can't say for sure.

What makes this complicated is that you won't be reading 26 chapters. Because for each decision you make at the end of a chapter, there will be 1 or 2 other chapters for the other choices... and it all branches off so there really will be 6 or 7 chapters as you read through. (I am so sorry if this doesn't make sense, I don't know how else to word it)

Namárië!