#nerdanel | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

fistfuloflightning · 2 days

Text

61 notes · View notes

meluiloth · 2 days

Text

Fëanor Threatens Fingolfin

I'm doing a readthrough of The Silmarillion, and a journaling project alongside it - and today's chapter was 'Of The Silmarils and the Unrest of the Noldor!'

I did this illustration for it, which I'm really proud of (despite traditional art not being my main medium), so I thought I'd share! Maybe when I'm done with the whole thing I'll do a journal tour.

Bonus: Nerdanel from the previous page

#art #my art #the silmarillion #feanor #Fingolfin #Silmarillion fanart #traditional art #journaling #nerdanel

68 notes · View notes

cryptidlark · 10 hours

Text

I just think she’s neat :)

#nerdanel #the silmarillion #reading tolkien again aka the return of my middle school elf phase #my art tag

43 notes · View notes

overlord-of-fantasy · 3 days

Text

But he hates them, Nerdanel!

Feanor: I don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are. Nerdanel, after saying he should get along with his family: Okay? Feanor: … Feanor: … Feanor: Actually it’s gonna bug me if I don’t, so—

#silmarillion #lotr #silmarillion memes #incorrect silmarillion quotes #feanaro #feanor #nerdanel #feanor x nerdanel #nerdanel x feanor #house of finwe

23 notes · View notes

cilil · 1 day

Text

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

taglist: @asianbutnotjapanese @elanna-elrondiel @i-did-not-mean-to @saintstars @urwendii

#nerdanel #fëanor #feanor #finwe #finwë #feanor x nerdanel #feanel #house of finwe #silmarillion fanfiction #silm fanfic #silmarillion #cílil writes #my writing #silmarillionepistolary

27 notes · View notes

camille-lachenille · 1 day

Text

Day 2: the Darkening

Dear Nerdanel,

I am sorry to respond to you letters so late but mother has been unwell as of late. I read aloud each of you letters to her as she rested, and it brought her much comfort, but she bid me not to reply until she recovered. And the rising of the Sun seems to have greatly helped with her health as she is now almost back to herself, save the grief. Indeed, since she is now out of danger, I can tell you that the pain of losing father and my siblings in such a short time caused mother to nearly fade. And for much time I feared her fate would be that of Míriel and she would join the Broidress in the gardens of Lórien. But I thank the Valar that the new light lifted the darkness weighting over her fëa and she is now as well as she can be.

Mother is already feeling so well that, in a few weeks time as we count them now, she will journey to the gardens of Lórien to enter the tutelage of Estë for she is wary of the company of Elves, even her own family.

It saddens me to know I will not see her as often but the mere idea of learning the arts of healing makes Indis glow in a way I have not seen in far too many years, and I would never begrudge my own mother solace and a happier future after so much loss.

Yet, I am loath to admit I will feel lonely in Valmar without her. Uncle Ingwë’s family would welcome me readily, and I love them dearly, but, despite my temper and my efforts, I fear I am far too much of a Noldo to find a place in Valmar. I miss discussing poetry and linguistics at Tirion’s university far too much… Arafinwë would certainly find me some role in Tirion but I find myself faring so much better far from the matters of the court that I will go to him only as a last resort should I fail to find myself a purpose.

But enough talking of me! Tell me, my friend, how did you fare all those long years of Darkness and what are your plans for the future now that there is light again? And most importantly, do you have anyone to support you in your own grief?

Yours truly,

Findis Finwiel

***

Dear Findis,

I am relived to hear of Indis, though it saddens me to learn she has been ill for such a long time and that she dwells far from you now. I live in my father’s halls since before the Darkening, and I am glad to have my parents near me to lessen somewhat the loss of my sons. I confess I still find myself torn between anger and grief when I think about them and thus tend to work until I collapse. Only then I am free of the memories. But you must think me maudlin, dear Findis, and maybe even ungrateful for what I have. The newly risen Sun has done much to lift my mood already but I still find myself lonely. Perhaps, sharing our troubles may help?

Whatever is your answer, my friend, know there will always be a friendly ear and room room for you in Mahtan’s Halls.

Send my regards and well wishes to Indis, and may she find hope and joy under the tutelage of Estë.

Friendly yours,

Nerdanel Mahtaniel

#findis #nerdanel #legendarium ladies #the silmarillion #tolkien #silmarillion epistolary #this is actually part of a longer work in pause #tolkien fic

22 notes · View notes

anattmar · 2 months

Text

strong mama Nerdanel

#the silmarillion #silm #tolkien #nerdanel #feanor #maedhros #maitimo #fanart #illustration #digital art

2K notes · View notes

mandhos · 3 months

Text

#nerdanel #feanor #silmarilllion #tolkien

1K notes · View notes

nynevefromthelake · 2 months

Text

Lady Nerdanel. Some expirement with color and stile. And I think that spider lilies are very Fëanáro coded flowers

#silmarilllion #silm #silm art #silmarillion fanart #tolkien #feanor #nerdanel #feanor x nerdanel #elves

691 notes · View notes

dr-peppers-husbando · 10 months

Text

Idk if this has been done before but it haunted me

#feanor #silmarillion #nerdanel #silm #silm memes #lotr #silm shitpost #I can’t draw gems rn ok #don’t talk about the sparkly eggs

2K notes · View notes

ilaneya · 3 months

Text

nerdanel visiting the house she once shared with her husband and children after they are gone

#silmarillion #silm art #fëanor #nerdanel #tolkien #fanart #ilaneya

575 notes · View notes

ela-draws · 3 months

Text

Feanorian Family Tree !

#tolkien #silmarillion #art #my art #digital art #feanor #maglor #nerdanel #maedhros #curufin #caranthir #amrod #amras #ambarussa #tolkien art #celegorm

637 notes · View notes

tari-cua · 3 months

Text

Nerdanel.

#nerdanel #drowing #my art #silmarillion #tolkien #digital art

991 notes · View notes

exercise-of-trust · 5 months

Text

shhhhh they're sleeping

#feanor #nerdanel #tolkien fanart #silmarillion fanart #i tried like 3 other palettes for this and then gave up and went back to my green-gold earth tones again. so it goes!#subcreation #property law

933 notes · View notes

leucisticpuffin · 6 months

Text

Nerdanel for @thelien-art's DTIYS challenge!

#nerdanel #dtiys #silm art #silmarillion art #silmarillion fanart #tolkien #silmarillion #tolkien fanart

625 notes · View notes

cilil · 1 day

Text

Day 2 ~ Exploration & New Lands

AN: For day 2 of @silmarillionepistolary. There will be a companion piece to this one, showing Fëanor's reaction to Nerdanel's first letter to him.

𓂃🖋 Characters/pairings: Fëanor x Nerdanel 𓂃🖋 Synopsis: For all these years, Fëanor kept Nerdanel's old letters to him. 𓂃🖋 Warnings: / 𓂃🖋 Oneshot (~600 words) | AO3

From a stack of letters found in a box hidden under the bed of Fëanor Finwion, late High King of the Noldor, decades after his departure from the Undying Lands.

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

Dear Fëanáro,

Thank you so much for the flowers! Their message has been noted as well.

My father has begun wondering what all these letters and flowers are about, but worry not, I haven't told him anything yet. He isn't the most inquisitive or nosy sort either, fortunately for us.

Speaking of that, he will be visiting the halls of Lord Aulë shortly and stay for a while. I think this could be a lovely opportunity for you to visit — I would love to show you my workshop and some of my recent projects. Maybe we will even have time to make something together, if you like.

Let me know if you have time, though you can also visit spontaneously, should that be preferable to you — I am in my workshop all day, every day.

I look forward to seeing you again soon!

Yours truly, Nerdanel

Dearest Fëanáro,

Thank you again for all the materials you brought! It truly wasn't necessary, but you know I always appreciate having something new to work with.

I also want to thank you again for visiting; I cannot remember the last time I had this much fun. You are the best crafting partner I found so far, that I can say for certain, and if you enjoyed yourself as well I would love to repeat this sometime soon.

Father tells me that he will be staying with Lord Aulë a while longer — I take it they got caught up in yet another project or are studying the properties of copper or something of that sort. I almost envy them a bit, I must say, but it matters little when I have my own crafting partner around.

Would you like me to bake something for us next time we meet? I will admit that I am not a master baker or anything, it merely is something I enjoy. Let me know what your favourite treats are, and I shall try my best; I promise the result will at least be edible. And if not I will find a replacement.

See you soon (hopefully)! I am looking forward to it! Nerdanel

Thanks for reading! ♡

taglist: @asianbutnotjapanese @elanna-elrondiel @i-did-not-mean-to @saintstars @urwendii

#silmarillionepistolary #nerdanel #fëanor #feanor #feanor x nerdanel #feanel #house of finwe #silmarillion fanfiction #silm fanfic #silmarillion #cílil writes #my writing

18 notes · View notes