#female Feanor

[a-happy-artist]

I tried drawing female Fëanor, hope you like it ;)

[annoyinglandmagazine]

Through the eyes of no one else pt1

Summary: Transfem Feanor character study. T/W for misgendering and transphobia (mainly internalised but also just the society in general) I’m splitting this into at least two parts because it got way out of control.

My Son. Feanor craved that word above all else, a clear declaration of where they all stood, with him at his father’s side, the heir. So why did it make him want to curl up and cry? Why did a word that should have encapsulated the role he wanted to fill more than anything, fill so there was no need for any other options and he was enough, leave him feeling more at a loss than ever? Because he knew what he wanted and that word should have summed it up perfectly but it just didn’t.

He didn’t know when it had started exactly. Maybe it had always been there and no one had been able to pick up on this glaring flaw in what should have been a perfect Noldorin prince. But when he was of an age where it would be entirely inappropriate from him to appear in public with his hair loose he learnt how to braid in the style of a nís. His father had been too distracted by his upcoming marriage to remember that he had no mother to teach him.

So he’d payed attention to the styles he’d seen the court ladies using and practiced them until he could imitate them impeccably for an upcoming feast. Finwe had remembered then, and pulled Feanor aside at the first opportunity to tell him that if he wanted to get his attention he should have just asked instead of acting out like this.

To get his attention. Yes that had been it, that was why he had done it. He held on to that, he was simply jealous of his father’s new wife that was all. He pushed down the little burst of excitement that had risen in his chest as he’d seen his hair in those beautiful braids. His father had unravelled and brushed them out, replacing them with a style befitting his station as prince, and this was what he had wanted. It must have been. He ignored the looming sense of defeat with every scratch of the fingertips and every braid running down his back.

He never did it again. He pulled his hair back into those braids every day and tried to quell the sense of wrongness at the way they framed his face the same way they did the faces of all the other lords at court who he had no desire to be associated with. He threw himself into his work in the hopes that the nagging at the back of his mind was simply part of the burning desire to be the best in all fields, to create things and change the world around him. But no matter how proficient he became in any number of crafts and topics it didn’t go away.

In fact it got stronger with every day, as his body began to change and take up space in a way he wanted but felt wrong all the same. As infuriating as it was that he was still a good deal shorter and slimmer than his father it was some reassurance at the same time that he did not quite tower over most of the nís his age. That in a crowd among them he would not stand out too much.

At feasts he grew accustomed to watching the women in their flowing gowns as his chest swelled with a terrifying sense of longing, that could be explained away by attraction but that explanation didn’t seem to be correct. Indis and her spawn made matters many times worse with the knowledge that Finwe now had the opportunity for a whole new family and heirs that weren’t, in the words of several members of court when they thought he wasn’t there, fundamentally flawed from their mother’s damaged and fractured fea.

And were they wrong? Feanor doubted Ñolofinwe felt this discomfort whenever he put on a tunic or did his hair, or felt confused every time someone referred to him as a prince or a son or a young man. All this pain at waking up in a body, in a role, that did not feel right, he knew instinctively that the spawn of Indis did not experience it. And he knew that he was smarter, more creative, a better leader and just generally better than Ñolofinwe in every way and yet he did not have this issue and if this were to become obvious, that Feanor was not able to be a nér, nothing else would matter.

Regardless of his inferiority Ñolofinwe was a possible replacement the day that Feanor became too much to handle, and while his father could brush off the odd conflict he got the idea that this was very different. So once Findis and Ñolofinwe had started to get a bit older he left, partly for his smithing but also because he thought that the longer he spent standing side by side with them the more obvious it would become that something was different with him. He found himself almost hoping that other people would see it to, because it couldn’t just be in his head could it? He had to be perfect or his father may start to believe he wasn’t worth the effort. Despite this he still found it hard to control himself all the time. Once when he’d been visiting their father Findis had left on some trip or other and he’d gone into her room in her absence. He’d told himself he was up to something but he’d had no plan. Or perhaps he did, because as soon as he walked in he headed for her wardrobe. Knowing in the back of his mind that what he was doing was forbidden on all levels, he ran his fingers over the soft, smooth ripples of the fabric reverently. Before his mind had caught up with his actions he was selecting a deep red dress from the back of the wardrobe that he knew his sister wasn’t all that fond of and was unlikely to miss. Hesitating for a moment his emotions finally won over and he quickly dug out some underthings from the drawer and shoved them along with the dress into his satchel as his face heated, expecting any moment for someone to come through the door.

It was a week before he’d worked up the courage to look in that bag again, on a day where the wrongness had gotten so bad that he was willing to risk anything to make it go away. With his hands shaking he removed his clothing, slipped the chemise over his head and examined the stolen corset. He wrapped it around his middle and began to lace it up about his hips just firmly enough to secure it. Finally he took a deep breath and pulled on the dress. It’s fabric is light and soft and it flutters around his ankles and flares out slightly at the waist.

He takes a deep breath, looks in the mirror and it’s perfect. The corset combined with the dress and chemise draw attention to the subtle curve of his hip and waist in a way none of his clothing did but looked so lovely. He has to double take at the way the corset almost gave the impression of a swell at the chest that looked so right. They look so right like this, this was what had been missing all these years. For the first time in thirty years she brushed her shiny mass of black hair and arranged it above her head into the correct braids fastening them with her mother’s ruby hair pins that she’d kept without touching for most of her life. Her mother would have done it for her if she’d been here, Feanor just knew it. She’d have been happy for her. Miriel would have loved her daughter.

[sunincubeart]

more fem feanor, profile and rear view

[sesamenom]

Day 6 Objects & Symbols for @tolkiengenweek: Silmarils.

[busymagpie]

Whoever said that Feanor would be worried sick throughout Nerdanel’s first pregnancy... yes

[who-needs-words]

Actually you know what?

High queen Findis AU.

Give me a Findis you refuses to be overshadowed by her brothers. Give me a Findis you sees her father’s favoritism and decides to shrine so bright no one can look away.

Give me a Findis you sees Feanor and Fingolfin arguing over who is Finwë’s heir and goes ‘hey wait I’m Indis’ eldest’

Give me a Findis who sees sexism and decides she wouldn’t be ignored

Give me a Findis you realized she would be forgotten by the history books and hates it.

Give me a Findis who refuses to be forgotten.

Give me a Findis you takes the crown of the Noldor.

Fuck Princess Findis. Give me the high queen we all deserve

[sillysistersusi]

Masterlist

"&" means a platonic relationship

"x" means a romantic/sexual relationship

The Silmarillion:

You are more than that (Curufin & Celegorm)

The Smell of Love (Fingon x Maedhros)

Understandig (Fëanor & Finarfin & Caranthir & Celegorm)

Slipping through my fingers all the time (Fëanor x Nerdanel)

Be Yourself (Mahtan & fem!Fëanor / Nerdanel x fem!Feanor)

Smile Again (Nerdanel x fem!Fëanor)

Warmth and Love (Glorfindel x Erestor)

By Your Side (Elwing x fem!Eärendil)

Everything is to normal to be real (Fëanor & Curufin)

Keeper Of The Lost Cities:

Someone To Feel Safe With (Keefe & Elwin)

The Owl House:

Style It The Way You Want (Darius & Hunter)

Whispers of Uncle's Ghost (Hunter & Eberwolf)

[lenachangms]

who was once the realm's delight

[telemna-hyelle]

HOLD ON A COTTON PICKING MINUTE

a name in welsh it may also be, but noble maiden is not welsh! DO YOUR RESEARCH PROPERLY

[aeonianarchives]

Firecracker

Summary: the reader is a creature made by Manwë himself, they have the pride and the wings of an eagle.

Pairing: Maglor x Reader

CW: Male!reader, Gay very gay, They/He Pronouns for the Reader, Original Female Character, Fingon x OFC

TW: Morgoth *kinda* abuse towards reader

Song: Firecracker- A Dungeons and Dragons Inspired Original Song by Cami-Cat

A/n: I did change some of the lyrics of the song to suit the fic better

Servant of Manwë that was what you are, that's what you were made to do, but you couldn't help to want more, to want something else, to have a different Purpose, instead of stay by his side and act as his messenger.

Melkor offered you more you would no longer be a messenger, you would be the left hand man, a warrior, he had seen you training with the Fëanorian's you were skilled, and his offer was tempting.

Maglor came to were you sat zone out you didn't hear him approach you jumped when he touched your shoulder "What's got you like this Mellon-nin" Maglor question.

"I got a hard to refuse offer, but I know if I take it, it would mean the end of everything I have good here" You said Maglor was one of your closest friends and you found council in the elf.

"What is the offer" Maglor asked

"I get more, I am no messenger anymore, I get everything I want, but I lose everyone I care about, I would lose you as well" You said.

"I'm sure you won't no matter what you take I will always be their for you" Maglor said you sighed and stood making your decision.

"Ah have you come with an answer for my offer as well" Melkor said.

"I accept it" you said even if you would in the future look back on it and say it was the stupidest decision you ever made in your life, the Valar grinned you had no idea what he planned but Maglor's words ment nothing after Melkor did what he did and stole the Silmarils making you regret your decision immediately but Melkor would hold it to you and Manwë wouldn't take you back now you sided with his Brother who he somewhat hated with a passion.

You sighed as you sat with your legs hanging off Angband, you felt Mairon's Presents behind you "Do you need something oh great lord" you teased Mairon was Melkor's right hand man he made the same mistake you did but he did not regret it.

Mairon said nothing but instead joined you, so you thought to give him a little scare you stood up he was going to ask you were you where going but instead you just let yourself fall Mairon jumped up he yelled after you.

you turned and let your wings out they caught the wind and brought you up, "I HATE YOU" Mairon yelled at you, which you just smiled at as you landed next to Morgoth to save him walking all the way up to get to you, he sighed he may of got used to watching you fall off buildings and then save yourself but Mairon certainly did not

"Stop scaring him, he cares for your safety although he does not show it he's scared one of these times your wings won't be able to save you" Morgoth said you sighed

"You don't actual let me out to fly, i'm getting board, and thats the only adrenalin I get" you said

"if that's what you think, infiltrate himring say I let you escape, I know you want to return to my brother but you fear he won't take you back" Morgoth said

"And how am i suppose to do that looking like this it's rather clean and well dressed they will shoot me as soon as they see me coming and Maedhros knows i work for you, Afterall some idiot kidnapped him and strung him to a cliff to die" you said

"Stop calling him an idiot and for that we need to improvise" Morgoth said taking you down to the servant halls he made you change into rags and got orcs to harm you with their weapons as well as wargs.

"That would seem surfactant go" Morgoth said you took off as soon as you were outside, you flew over mountains and forests and flat plains until you got to the gap of Maglor and saw the city on the edge of the cliff time for some erratic flying which you did a bit to well as you slammed through a glass window of Maedhros' throne room, him and Fingon look at you.

Fingon walked down to you as you did not seem to move he crouched down beside you and checked your injuries over.

"They need a healer Maedhros and now, they may die" Fingon said the other reluctantly called a healer so they took you, it took some time before you were back on your feet you did not suspect a window could do that much damage to you or your wings.

"Leave" Maedhros said to you as he walked in the room.

"What" you questioned

"You heard what I said Leave, I am not going to take pity on you even if morgoth cast you out" Maedhros said

"I have no were to go and I gave you mercy, I feed you, I looked after you while they left you strung from a cliff, i showed mercy on you" you retorted

both of you were to caught up in your argument to hear someone storm passed the guards he was back from his patrol of his lands he stopped next to his brother when he saw you, he heard from Maedhros and Fingon you worked with Morgoth so why were you here.

"Go back to Valinor I am sure Manwë would love you back" Maedhros said.

"Shut up" Maglor said making his voice heard, the two turned from their argument to him.

"You used to be best Friends" Maglor said

"Yeah before that eagle became a vulture" Maedhros said

"Your just like your father, blinded by your emotions and anger, you never will be better than him your just stuck in his shadow" you shot back in response to Maedhros, Maglor didn't even stop you but he did stop his brother.

"Why do you protect her" Maedhros asked his brother

"Why can't I" Maglor challenge you ended up staying in Himring thanks to Maglor and Finrod, you heard their was a festival of the nobles going on two moons away.

Maglor smiled when he saw you, you were the only one with wings so you were never hard to spot he walked down the stairs and towards you.

"Maglor, hello, I have not had the chance to thank you" you said as you saw him approaching.

"Do not worry, are you coming to the festival two moons away" Maglor questioned

"I have not been invited" you said Maglor hmmed

"Will you do me the honour of being my date to the festival" Maglor asked you smiled

"I would love to" you responded, you did not see Maglor before the morning of the festival, he came to your door with clothes in his hand you were shocked but let him in.

"Can't have you failing to look like an absolute Valar can we" Maglor said laying it down on a table it looked to have many pieces to it which freaked you out but when you unfolded it, you realized it did not, Maglor looked away as you tried it on, it did look a lot like it was out of Manwë's wardrobe Maglor smiled seeing it fit you the colours matched your wings perfectly and it brought out your eyes, Maglor smiled as he gently placed the circlet on your head it went well against your hair.

"Your fashion taste is only rivalled by your musical ability" you told Maglor

"You are to kind" Maglor said before he left you, you got caught up in something before get to the festival which was in full swing when you got their the band was accompanied by Maglor's Harp, he began to sing.

There once was a Ellon who could blend into the night His speed was like lightning his step as if in flight And before he slipped away I tried to call him with a plea Please my firecracker come back and dance with me

you leaned against the pillar you were standing next to ever since Maglor had learnt you could control fire he had called you firecracker, Fingon looked at you seeing you with a small smile you your face made him curious especially as you looked at Maglor with an admiring gaze which bored with an infatuated gaze, he walked over to you.

"I though you were not ment to be here" Fingon said you gave him a side eye

"Maglor invited me" you replied to the High King

come and dance now firecracker Stomp your feet to the rhythm Come and dance now firecracker Won’t you now heed our anthem

Maglor knew you did not dance but if he asked you to most often than not you did "Nice little festival you have here" you told Fingon

"It's not my festival it is Maedhros'" Fingon said you smiled slightly at the king as you wings puffed up a bit.

"I see the way you look at Ellarian if you really want to talk of Maglor tell me of her" You said the tips of the kings ears turned red.

"I do not look at her in that way" Fingon said you hmmed

"Yeah sure you don't" you replied to him with a smirk as you both watched Ellarian dance.

Set all the world into a mighty blaze And dance the night away Light up the night with your fiery gaze I won’t forget your face

Fingon turned to you "Can't you use fire as a power you do have Maiar-ish powers as well as those wings" you sighed and shook your head as you walked down the steps you caught Maglor's eye and his original verse he was going to sing changed.

It was then that the Ellon came into my sight Shining brighter than any star in the sky Spinning round his feet kick the ground into a spark Setting fire ablaze inside my heart

Maglor said and if on cue with the words you did as he said kicking up a spark, Maglor stood but the band still played just without the harp.

With his dance he began to warm my world again And I knew I would love him until the end

You smiled as you danced with Maglor a trail of sparks following after your feet and going into the air and making wonderful moving pictures a rabbit jumped to Ellarian who put her hand up to it but then it jumped to Fingon and disappeared.

Maglor had a grin on his face as they danced, you pulled Maglor around his arm had wrapped around your lower back "I did not know you felt that way for me" you said the elf made a worried face.

"But I am glad my feelings are not one sided" you said as you turned him around the music soon found it's way to the end and you returned to where you stood before but this time with Maglor he handed you a glass of wine.

"I did not think you would come when you said you were busy, you came at the wrong timing if I knew would of come in as I started my song I would of sung something else" Maglor said

"Sure but then you would of never learnt of my feelings" you replied to the Elf watching Ellarian and Fingon talk.

"excuse me I will be back" you said and you walked to the two

"My Lady would you honour your king with a dance, he is to shy to ask you himself as he is head over heels in love with you" you said

"Y/N" Fingon hissed you turned your back to him with a wave and returned to Maglor.

"What was that" Maglor asked as he watched Ellarian drag Fingon to the dance floor with a smile.

"just a little wingman thing now where were we" you said to Maglor

"Oh yeah" you said grabbing Maglor's collar and pulling his face to you and kissing him.

"Gi Melin Meleth Nyello-Nin" you said

"Gi Melin Ana Firecracker" Maglor said

Elvish translation:

Gi Melin - I love you

Meleth - Love

Nyello - singer

Ana - to

Nin - my

[sulsulzukohere]

Pretty new elf cc immediately going on my Arwen sim.

[annoyinglandmagazine]

Through the Eyes of No One Else pt 2

Throughout her adolescence Feanor amassed quite the collection of clothing she could never wear in public. A few more items from Findis, some from Nerdanel and even from markets outside Tirion where she could be relatively sure of anonymity, all carefully wrapped and stored in a compartment at the back of her wardrobe that she kept under lock and key at all times. She began to make things for herself as well, little trinkets that would go well with certain dresses and she could not wear as a prince. Every week or so she’d allow herself to lock the door, feel the fabric of her skirts and gowns twirling around her bare legs as she spun, dab on some makeup and delight in the comfort she got from looking in the mirror and seeing a pretty girl instead of the eldest son of Finwe that all others seemed to. Once she forgot to lock the door and only once. Indis walked in just as she had a lovely white sundress laid out on the bed. She’d shoved it under the covers immediately but she’d known it was too late and turned pale as she realised that her step mother now had the ammunition she needed to get rid of her main rival for the king’s attentions. She also felt a weight settle in her stomach when she thought of these precious moments that allowed her to continue through life in a body and role that felt wrong being tainted by the invasion of someone else into the most private thing she held in her heart. Of someone else looking upon her and finally seeing that she was wrong inside and hurting her with the rejection of who she was that she’d been avoiding for so long.

Indis just stared at her in shock but left without saying anything. The damage had already been done though, her greatest enemy now knew that she had won and named her next son ‘Ingoldo’. She could afford to be arrogant now and claim her children as the true royal family of the Noldor now that she knew the first one was damaged goods. She didn’t tell her father but they both knew the truth.

Feanor chose not to notice how Indis had hesitated before leaving that day, almost reaching a hand out to touch her before drawing back. How she started referring to her as Finwe’s child in private. How she got this pained look in her eyes whenever she saw her dressed up for events and almost went to say or do something but knew that there was nothing she could do. She wanted to help but couldn’t without causing further problems for her step daughter and the family as a whole. Feanor needed a mother but Indis knew that she would never be permitted to fill that space and so it was left empty with the closest thing being a father that was loved and respected by all his children but trusted by none of the, as they felt that they only had to make one mistake and the love would no longer be returned. If it ever had been in the first place to an equal extent as was given to the others. Feanor couldn’t even look at Indis without feeling terrified that this was the day her whole life came crashing down around her. It was never addressed again. Everything was too complicated and precarious.

The only respite was her incredible Nerdanel. When she was alone with her she finally felt seen by another person in a way she never had been before. Nerdanel who was strong and yet gentle, who called her princess in a soft whisper with pure affection and no trace of mockery. She was the most ingenious sculptor she had ever met and they could spend hours talking animatedly about their crafts to each other without ever growing bored and during one of these conversations Feanor realised that this was the person she most wanted to be with for as long as she would let her. On the night Feanor asked Nerdanel to marry her Nerdanel swept her up into her arms and the spun around laughing and kissing deeply until they fell unto the bed in a tangle of skirts. And when they have their sons, the children call them both Amme.

[darth-feanor-writes]

Sword and Arrow Masterpost

[making another one because the first two didn’t work out right]

The Rangers of the North are known far and wide, but two are especially renowned: Aragorn, the Lord of  the Dúnedain and Commandant of Rangers, and Beruthiel, his second-in-command.When Aragorn receives a dire summons from Rivendell  but is wandering the Wild on some business of his, Beruthiel rides with haste from Fornost to find him. Once they reach Rivendell, she is  invited to the secretive Council of Elrond and, unwilling to leave her  friend's side, she joins the group known as the Fellowship of the Ring. From there, Beruthiel is thrown onto a journey of love, death, and heartbreak as she meets -  and loses - people who she would fight with sword and arrow for. [somewhat inspired by Ranger’s  Apprentice]

~🗡️👑🏹~

Prologue (700 words)

Chapter 1 (800 words)

Chapter 2 (800 words)

Chapter 3 (3.2k words)

Chapter 4 (3.8k words)

Chapter 5 (1.8k words)

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This fanfic is a work in progress. More chapters will be added as they are posted.

[miithriin]

Not gonna lie, I think it is super boring when all headcanons of Nerdanel are her being a mom. And how much she is a mom who loves her son's so much and how she would beat Morgoth with a frying pan if she would hear about him hurting her babies. 🥺🥺

And how she is a badass, but like in a mom way because she is the cool mom and the cool parent ™

Another shitty interpretation is that as soon as Feanor and her son's leave for Middle Earth that she is all alone and miserable in Valinor because she has no one else. 😞😞

But we literally know about her father in the Silm. Like, she obviously has parents, she could even have siblings -and even if it hurt/ upset her that Feanor and their sons left her it's not like they are the only family she has or even the only people in her life.

[red-vixens-blog]

Carnimírë

You took everything from me - Wanda Maximoff, Avengers End Game

[eglerieth]

Elrond be like: I am 4/8 human, 3/8 elf, and 1/8 angel. My mother is a bird and my father is the planet Venus. My twin brother was the first king of Atlantis but somehow I seem to be more famous than him. I am one of three ringbearers, the other two being the female version of Feanor and a guy who loves fireworks. My foster father is a crazy homeless guy who likes music and his whole family is dead. My many-greats grandnephew is in love with my daughter. No one can tell my sons apart. I like waterfalls and am both a glorified innkeeper and a top-notch doctor. I am the voice of reason no one listens to.