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The Reembodiment of Finwe and Miriel

Okay, to read more about the first part of this story, Finwe and Indis’s marriage, check out this post. The important part is that the Valar decided that an elf whose spouse had died could remarry only if the deceased spouse agreed to never be reembodied (so as to avoid having one elf with two spouses.) So, Finwe was allowed to marry Indis because Miriel agreed to stay in the Halls of Mandos forever.

Now, when Finwe died, he and Miriel had the chance to talk. She heard about everything that had happened with Feanor, and regretted not being there to help her son, etc. And Nienna and Vaire started trying to convince Mandos to let Miriel return to her body (especially since Finwe was now dead, so the Valar’s rule about double spouses.) When Finwe appealed directly to Mandos, offering to refuse his own reembodiment to enable Miriel’s. And Mandos was impressed with Finwe’s selfless act, so he finally agreed.

Miriel was reembodied, and while she was happy to be alive again, she had no interest in returning to live with her people. Instead, she went to live with Vaire, where she now spends her days weaving tapestries showing the history of the Noldor. Sometimes Finwe is allowed to look at these tapestries.

So, yeah, in conclusion: Finwe and Miriel basically traded spaces. First Miriel refused to be reembodied so that Finwe could remarry. And then Finwe refused to be reembodied so that Miriel could be reembodied. So unless Miriel dies again (extremely unlikely), Finwe will spend the rest of time in the Halls of Mandos.

SOURCES: The History of Middle Earth vol. 10 (“Laws and Customs Among the Eldar”)

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"Perhaps," she said, nodding slightly.  "He will have to grow used to this, as all who come here do.  In time, I suppose, he may become more relaxed--now there is much turmoil within him; hate and anger, with a determination of steel.  He wished to do so much, and death thwarted him.  It will be hard on him, knowing that he left much unaccomplished, and that it may never be finished to satisfaction."

Her needle moved as she spoke, a pattern slowly emerging, becoming a picture.

"I hope at least he finds something to occupy his mind and time; elsewise, I fear he will grow very bored very quickly."

“It is as it always is; quiet, with plenty work to satisfy me,” responded Míriel, her lips quirking upwards at Manwë’s latter sentence.  “And I do not think it will suit him well, fiery as he is, but who knows.  Perhaps he might take to it.”

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She inclined her head in agreement, and stood as well, her skirts softly rustling as they brushed over the floor.  A tiny smile curved up the corner of her lips, and she mused on the fact that her son was now taller than her--suddenly grown, she thought, even though she had watched him mature through her tapestries--when last she had seen him, he only had come up to a little above her knee.

"Very well," she murmured, beginning to walk.  "Let us go to Finwë." 

« Now? »

In that moment, he knew he truly had the possibility to discover if his sons had kept the Oath, if they were condamned to eternal darkness, if they remained loyal to him — and the consequences. All of the consequences of the war, its progression, maybe its end. He believed they would not have failed him. Still… A little wrinkle showed up between his brows. « I will watch. But not now, mother » he decided. « But tell me, is my father here? »

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Management

((So as far as I can tell, I left a couple of threads lose--I know I owe the following people:

thebreathofarda

askfeanor  

I've also got an ask-based thread with indisthefair in which she owes me~  (Though I'm not sure whether this thread is still active, since when I got on there was no ask waiting in my askbox--idk if that's cuz tumblr ate it or not).  And unknown-feanoriel and I had a thread too, which I'm also unsure about~

If I owe you something and I missed you in this list, or if you'd like to start a thread, my askbox is always open!

Also, I updated my headcanon page here~))

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//I already heard that, once. Not funny.

((*coughs*  The point is, I'm back now, dear.))

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askfeanor replied to your post: Are you still active? I hope you’re okay!

//Uh! <3 Mom.

((*waves*  I'm afraid I got too tired, so I had to vanish without a trace.  I'm sorry, my son.  *shot*))

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Tag a quality blog, You’re it! Quality doesn’t mean that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how much followers you have. Send this to 10 blogs who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them!

Thank you! <333  I hope I didn’t keep you waiting on this too long though~ :3

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Are you still active? I hope you're okay!

Yessss, I’m active~  I had to take a hiatus unexpectedly (my laptop broke) and I apparently didn’t mention it to anyone here.  (Sorry everyone! :3)  But I’m back now! :)  Thanks for your concern ^^

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You are a good RPer and you should feel good. Seriously, you're awesome!

Thank you!  <3

Nowcomeoffanon~

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((Of course it was--I have an obligation to people who ask me things~ :P))

askfeanor replied to your post: Letter: My muse leaves yours a parting letter of goodbye. (Because I want some angst. As if there wasn’t enough angst in this fandom)

//…I’m crying.

((*cackles*))

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//THIS WAS NOT NECESSARY *Dies of feels* I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY NOW

((I was asked for angst.  *innocent smile*))

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//THIS WAS NOT NECESSARY *Dies of feels* I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY NOW

((I was asked for angst.  *innocent smile*))

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Letter: My muse leaves yours a parting letter of goodbye. (Because I want some angst. As if there wasn't enough angst in this fandom)

Míriel sighed listlessly, looking over the beauty she could see from her bedroom window.  A half-finished piece of embroidery lay in her lap, a tiny shirt made for a tiny princeling.  At the thought, a smile touched her too-pale face, and she looked down at the small garment, twirling the needle between her fingers.  But the thought of finishing now did not appeal to her, and so she stood up, a little shaky on her feet, and went to the desk, sitting and drawing out a fresh, clean parchment.

My dear son, Fëanáro, she wrote in her spidery, flowing script, I am sorry that I will have to leave you, my darling.  But I am weak and weary, I am not strong enough to live now, after bearing child.  Even though the fire of my love for you burns so brightly, that of my life is weak, sputtering out and diminishing.  

Perhaps one day I shall see you again, but until then, know I love you and always shall.  

You are my most precious work—nothing else of my hands can compare to you, Fëanáro.  I have passed my spirit to you, love, that you may be stronger than I, and prosper.  You will do great things, I am sure, but be wary of burning too quickly, like I have done.  

I must go rest, and soon, for my weariness ever increases.  But do not despair, for I shall ever be with you, in your heart and your mind and your spirit.

Your ever loving mother,Míriel Þerindë

Setting down the quill, she blew lightly on the paper to dry it, then folded it neatly and put it away.  Its time was not yet here, but it would be soon, she knew, standing to resume her other seat and her embroidery.  Perhaps she would leave him gifts or some little things before she left, she mused, and renewed her stitches with new vigor.  

But the doors flew open, and a little, bouncing elfling ran in, and grasped her hands.  ”Ammë, come see what I made!” he shouted, and laughing she followed him, sprinting to keep up with her energetic son, doom and the future forgotten.

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Victory //Because we totally haven't talked in a while

A broad smile crossed Míriel’s face, and she grinned at the young elleth near her.  ”Very good,” she applauded laughingly at Airaiel’s smile of victory.  ”We won this round of the game—on to the next, hmm?” 

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Feelsy Drabble Prompts

Anniversary: Your muse has died on our muses' anniversary. I will write how my muse reacts.

Blood: Your muse starts feeling ill and coughs up blood. I will write how my muse reacts.

Cool: Our muses keep warm together.

Death: My muse is visited by the ghost of yours.

Erupt: Our muses have a fight over something trivial.

Fake: My muse tries to trick yours.

Generous: My muse gives yours an important gift.

Help: My muse will helps yours in a time of great need.

Ignore: My muse is ignoring yours for some reason.

Jail break: Our muses escape from prison, hospital or an asylum.

Letter: My muse leaves yours a parting letter of goodbye.

Medication: Your muse has lost their medication, my muse chooses to help or hinder them.

Night: Our muses must find shelter overnight somewhere.

Open up: My muse tells yours a great secret.

Pet: Our muses get their first pet.

Quake: Our muses survive a natural disaster.

Riot: Our muses protest against something.

Split: Our muses break off their relationship. You specify how.

Terrible: Our muses try to bake something together but fail miserably.

Under: Your muse is upset and my muse tries to cheer them up.

Victory: Our muses win at something.

Wilt: Your muse is terminally ill and must have their life support turned off. I will write how my muse reacts.

X-ray: Your muse broke a bone during an activity that our muses shared.

Yell: Your muse is getting bullied and my muse intervenes.

Zesty: Our muses enjoy an extremely fun activity together.

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She looked up to meet his gaze, stone meeting stone.  How like herself her son was, she mused, and how different.  For Finwë, her love, was in him as well.  She nodded yes, responding "He is available, I believe.  He has become something of a recluse, but I do not think he will refuse you."

Forced to cease; indeed, death forced him to stop all his purposes and activities — though, concerning the purposes, he was sure that his sons would have not left them unreached.

His frowning expression relaxed a bit. « Embroidery » he repeated. « No, mother, I fear I am not fond of that pastime. » He breathed out, slowly. « So, I understood you can see Arda, from here, am I correct? »

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"A-Are you doing well?" Indis stammered, her blue gaze not meeting the former Queen's. She meant Miriel no ill will; she had allowed her marriage with the ellon she loved desperately, after all.

“As well as one can be, in the Halls,” Míriel answered smoothly, her grey glance looking at the other elf.  What was she here for, the Broideress wondered, tilting her head slightly.  Indis was not dead, however, so perhaps the better question was to ask how she had gotten into Mandos in the first place.  Unless she was dead?  But she did not seem dead, to one who already was, chained here by the other’s presence.

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"Hello, Miriel." (hey why not have some awkward Finwe's wives stuff?)

Míriel’s head turned towards the Vanya, a silver brow raised.  ”Hello,” she said, her voice not particularly warm, but not exactly cold either.

((Indeed lol~))