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๑ Day 2 ~ Siblings ~ Námo, Irmo & Nienna (briefly) ๑ Synopsis: In the Timeless Halls, Námo watches over his newborn brother. ๑ Warnings: / ๑ Quadruple drabble

⪼ AN: Written for @tolkienfamilyweek. This one is inspired by and a sort of sequel to Out of love by @i-did-not-mean-to, a fic which proudly remains one of my favorites to this day and possibly the sweetest thing I've ever read.

It was with tenderness and wonder that Námo held the tiny spirit in his arms, newly formed from his father's thought, yet already so familiar that his heart ached. It was as if they had known each other for eternity and finally were no longer apart. 

His brother. His other half. 

"Do you love him?" the thought of his sister reached him. 

"More than anything," Námo responded. He regretted his words as soon as he had spoken, but Nienna wasn't hurt – she could see his heart, and hers in turn was full of understanding. 

She loved him as well, both of them. 

A faint wailing noise from his infant brother drew his attention again, and the bundle of celestial light, swirling colours and spirit began to shift, forming small, mist-like tendrils that reached for him. Námo smiled; it would take a while until the little one would be able to take shape, but this pure, primal form of being was no less beautiful and precious. 

It seemed to him that his brother was trying to communicate, though his mind had not yet acquired the ability to connect to another and speak coherently. Still, undeterred in his goal to make himself known, the tiny Vala formed a hand, pressing it against the elder's ghostly cheek when Námo brought him closer. 

His consciousness was suddenly flooded with sensations and emotions that were not his own, the very being of another opening itself to his loving, welcoming gaze. They knew each other then and always would henceforth, brothers in spirit, born from the same thought. 

"Irmo," Námo whispered, his brother's true being and identity now revealed to him, and heard his own name echoing in Irmo's mind. 

The little Vala's spirit vibrated with excitement, attempting for the first time in his young life to give voice to his song, but all he managed was what sounded like a hiccup, releasing a cloud of purple, spectral insects with fluffy fur and colourful wings. Unbothered by his failure to sing, Irmo's attention was immediately drawn to his own creations, and he formed another hand to reach for them. 

Námo watched him play with a gentle smile, his mind at peace and heart at ease, the burden of the future lightened by the magnificent, tiny creature in his arms. For the first time in his eternal existence, his spirit was filled with light, warmth and hope.

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Thank you @lvsifer for sharing your incredible words of wisdom with us.

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My phone doesn’t read the font in your blog name correctly so to me you are Wandering ?aia

I'm screaming because if you read it like this it can kinda sound like "wandering eier" which would be "wandering balls" (yes THOSE balls...)🤣🤣🤣🤣

Can't say that's exactly inaccurate for this blog either...

Thanks, babe, you just made my day🤣🤣🤣

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Headcanon: Eönwë's favourite treat are sunflower seeds.

Why sunflowers? He's very fond of things related to the sun (*cough* crush on Arien *cough*)

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Come to me children✨✨

I will deliver in under 24 hours. I will probably not say no to a lot of things except if they're big squicks for me.

Here be my Ko-fi or if you prefer there is of course Paypal.

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mairon in numenor

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Tolkien of Colour Week: 29 July to 4 August 2024

Prompts to be announced. The tag is #tocweek2024

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there's Nothing more satisfying than witnessing a man BLUSH and GIGGLE when you call him pretty

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A persons fanfic tells you a lot about them, i , a fanfic writer, realize in terror

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Comfortable being sat on by his large wife

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he's the worst man alive he's the love of my life he's covered in blood he's weird about god and he's a lot, he's not perfect, but most importantly he's bisexual

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freeze! ✧ ─=≡Σ((( つ•̀ω•́)つ you’re under arrest for being so lovely. copy this message to 10 other blogs (only if you want to) that you think are beautiful and deserve it. keep the game going and make others feel beautiful 💜

LOVE YOU BABE💜💜💜

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A weird longing for justice and being dommed by an aloof but beautiful woman?

How dare you say things about me that are absolutely true?!

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Would Varda wearing a bird keeper outfit for sexy time with Manwë be the equivalent of a dominatrix outfit?🤔

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rare pair bingo

AN: Thanks to @maglor-my-beloved for suggesting these two. The ladies deserve to all date one another🤍

⸙ Prompt: They were roommates | Nerdanel x Míriel ⸙ Synopsis: Nerdanel finally meets Míriel when she returns to life. ⸙ Warnings: / ⸙ Drabble | AO3

One queen had left, one queen had stayed, one queen had come back from the dead. 

Nerdanel hadn't expected Míriel to be so much like her son whom she had once loved, all the little similarities that she couldn't help finding more and more endearing. 

They stayed in the palace, living together as if they had never done anything else in their lives. It was new, strange and confusing, yet at the same time familiar and comforting. 

When their hands touched for the first time, Nerdanel had already been waiting; and she saw in Míriel's eyes that she had too. 

Thanks for reading! ♡

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A persons fanfic tells you a lot about them, i , a fanfic writer, realize in terror

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Golden token

For @feast-of-horns

Day 3: Symbols | Collars and Necklaces

Warnings: none

Summary: Nelyafinwe designing a necklace.

Notes:

Níþimornë means a fragrant tree and Calimahiril means bright lady.

These are what I manage to get after spending hours going back and forth between dictionaries and translations if they're wrong please tell me. :3

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"I thought you were interested in copper not in gold"

Nelyafinwe, who remained bent over the pendant, did not pay any attention to his younger brother.

"Maitimo~answer me~my dear Mai-""It is for Níþimornë..."

Macalaure hummed softly and slowly he crept to stand behind Nelyafinwe, his eyes caught a spangle of a necklace.

"The clerk's daughter? But she prefers father's work"

Macalaure's chin digging into his shoulder and his snake-like hissing whisper would have sent Nelyafinwe's arms up in the air however he was not interested in spending the night collecting splinters from the floor.

"I know she likes father's work but I am not going to tire him with this request. It is something between us anyway"

"Something between us you say~"

Macalaure's face twisted into his infamous moronic more like lunatic grin.

"You will take part in this year's feast of horns? I thouht you were to busy to bother yourself with this nonsense~"

"Stop making this face and stop mimicking my voice"

"Ooo stop mimicking mAiii!!!!!"

Nelyafinwe pinching macalaure's cheek was a solution to shut him up.

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"you will particpate right Laure?"

"Yes with Calimahiril, I already asked father to make me a collar this time"

Macalaure who was tossing and turning on Nelyafinwe's bed talking non-stop about all the things Calimahiril and him were planning to do finally got up tidying his hair and clothes, turing the door knob he could not leave without whispering.

"I am sure Níþimornë will take a good care of your horns~''

he closed the doors quickly before Nelyafinwe's shoe hit him.

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