#queen lalwen

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doodles ive been sitting on fr a couple months whoops

indision sibling relationships are so important to me ngl like,,,, they're just!!!! theyre so!!!! AUGH!!

[thelien-art]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN? how did I just now notice.

Anyway! Can I have some Lalwen? (She’s one of my favs and I will ask for her at any given opportunity)

We all stand a queen

[tanoraqui]

I was thinking jokingly about how if Idril is alive in post-War of Wrath Valinor and Finrod is alive in post-War of Wrath Valinor and Turgon is not, Turgon is taking at least a millennia to heal before coming out of Mandos, then Finrod is 100% like, "Free daughter!”

...and then I realized that Finrod very likely promised Turgon just that at some point between Elenwë’s death and the retreat to Gondolin. And now I’m sad.

[effervescentdragon]

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⚓ Pick a Silm ship to go down with. What is compelling about their dynamic?

CÍRDAN/LALWEN!! ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS and i literally dont care that of <10 fics on ao3 at least three are mine and i dont care that ive made them basically oc's in all this, i just. i love them so very much because she fought and fied and he stayed and waited and they loved each other so much but it was never the time, the time wasnt right and now she is out of the halls and she hopes he'll come to valinor and still bear her affection and he hopes she got the help she needed and if she is out of mandos' halls, maybe she will remember him and they are so stupid but they are so highkey in love but in the backgeound bcs all else was more important and just... 🥲🥹

[who-needs-words]

Lalwen my beloved

[kanalaure]

(*i dont know what kind of dog huan is, but he sheds. a lot. caranthir just wants to have ONE (1) space thats not covered in shed fur)

assume this is in the context of a modern au, or else that everyone is miraculously back from the dead and generally getting along fine and in the interim aman has had its industrial revolution and produced a more eco-friendly equivalent to our technologies

dont take this too seriously or get upset if your blorbo isn't represented, i filled out the ballot on a whim lmao. if you have someone you are Convinced would have one that isn't on this ballot, please do mention it in the tags

[imakemywings]

do you have any good female fics to rec?

DO I. LOL. Putting this immediately under a cut because there are a lot! There are so many talented writers in this fandom who do ENORMOUS justice to female characters, both original and book-based. Couple of blog recs at the bottom too!

(I'm assuming this is asking for Tolkien fanfic since that's mostly what I'm on about these days, but if you'd rather see Mass Effect or Dragon Age I can do that too.)

I'm glad you asked! φ(*￣0￣)

I'm going to keep all of these to 1 rec per author just so we don't get totally out of control here.

Forging Gold by @swanmaids ft. Curufin's wife, Dwarf OCs. Heather is an amazing source of female character fic in this fandom; she has well-developed OCs for all of Feanor's daughters-in-law and treats canon female characters with such care and love. Absolutely recommend checking out the rest of her stuff!

Prick a Finger, Cut Your Hand by @welcomingdisaster ft. Indis, Miriel. A really great look at the dynamic between these two. Lena has lots of other good takes on female Tolkien characters too!

Friendship and Stern Demand by @polutrope ft. Elwing. Fantastic exploration of what the communications between Elwing and Maedhros might have looked like!

Untitled by @outofangband ft. Aerin, Morwen. Nelyo focuses a lot on the human characters so if you want to read more about what the mortal women went through in the First Age, definitely browse through their blog!

Abide, Abound by Elleth ft. Arwen, Tauriel. Elleth also has lots of works centering on female Tolkien characters.

And by their blazing signify that a great princess falls, but doth not die by TheLionInMyBed ft. Elwing. One of my favorite takes on Elwing's suicide.

Keeper of Kings by batshape ft. Lalwen. What did Lalwen get up to in Middle-earth? Seeing a lot of people die, for one thing.

Into the Heart of a Fey Thing by @amethysttribble ft. Aredhel, Galadriel, Luthien. Fun "behind-the-scenes" look at some adventures with these three!

A Fish Hook, an Open Eye by simaetha ft. Elwing, f!Maglor. Fascinating AU take on a meeting between Elwing and Maglor prior to the Third Kinslaying.

The Sleep of Flowers by Innin ft. Galadriel, Melian. Very beautiful scene, and plenty of other female-centric works by Innin!

Light Words About Nothing by Margo_Kim ft. Dis, Belladonna. I ship it.

Elwing's Strategy by lifeisyetfair ft. Elwing. Another great take on Elwing at the Third Kinslaying.

Out of Dreams, Into the Sun by solanaceae ft. Miriel, Indis.

Games and Fantasy by Genesis_Grey ft. Arwen, Eowyn. Ohh it captures that chivalric WLW so well.

Over the Unclear Eyes of Memory by Loriand_Lost ft. Anaire, Aredhel. Addresses Anaire's complicated feelings about Fingolfin's return to Valinor. This author also has a number of other great female-centric fics, highly recommend!

The Carriage Held but Just Ourselves by @starspray ft. Luthien, Elwing, Arwen. Amazing look at the line of Thingol's relationship with death. This author also has a whole series on Lalwen and an OFC!

Before the Breath of Storm by tinnurin ft. Dis, Dwarf OC. "Behind-the-scenes" look at the Dwarves before the battle of Azanulbizar.

This Now, This Us by crownlessliestheking ft. Indis, Miriel. Indis and Miriel talk after Miriel's return to Valinor.

The Tapestry by Zdenka ft. Thedowyn, Miriel. The ghost of Miriel Serinde offers some aid. This author also has a lot of female-centric works!

Not Undevoted by SatiricalDraperies ft. Galadriel, Melian.

Winter Sea by Tallulah ft. Finduilas, OFC. Finduilas had a girlfriend in the Falas. Another author with a great selection of female-centric works.

The Hunt by @cuarthol ft. Amarie. Amarie is trans and closeted in Valinor, but Finrod understands.

Come Home to Chaos (Get a Crush on a Queen) by ncfan ft. Arwen, Firiel. When Firiel of Gondor takes refuge in Rivendell, Arwen takes an interest.

Do I Hurt to Hold? by Anonymous ft. Galadriel, Melian. A darker look at their relationship.

That Time Elanor Gardner Had A Crush On Her Employer by Anonymous ft. Arwen, Elanor.

All My Shadows Fade by amyfortuna ft. Arwen, OFC. Unsent letter from a female friend of Arwen's as her wedding to Aragorn approaches. This author is also a good one to look at for more female-centric fic!

Orlaya by yeaka ft. Arwen, Tauriel. Cute!

Of All the Stars, the Fairest by whatiwouldnotgive ft. Arwen, Eowyn.

Or They Would Go On Aching Still by Farasha ft. Arwen, Tauriel. Oh, the grief!

Berrypicking Time by swamp_diamonds ft. Finduilas, Nienor.

Things They Don't Talk About by eris_of_imladris ft. Findis. Findis and Feanor have a complicated relationship.

Easily Sever What Never was One by vauquelin ft. Haleth. If you like Halenthir at all as a ship, you'll like this.

The One With All The Birds by clothono ft. Elwing, Nerdanel. I've said it before I'll say it again--my favorite Elwing fic.

Greensleeves by bravelittlscrib ft. Nerdanel. Little scenes of Nerdanel's life and her relationships.

Emerie by the_artifice_of_eternity ft. Erendis, Ancalime. Ancalime's last visit with her mother before taking the throne.

In the Family by arriviste ft. Celebrian, Galadriel.

At the Water's Edge by crackinthecup ft. Elwing, Idril.

And that's what I've got for you right now, I hope that helps! I would also advise checking out the blogs @tolkien-heroines and @sapphictolkien both of which focus on female characters in Tolkien's work. Happy reading, anon! ♪(^∇^*)

[annoyinglandmagazine]

So I’ve been thinking about my female Caranthir agenda, specifically in relation to the thing about lembas being the queen’s purview and the only thing the elves seem to have rigid gender roles over. Lembas is indicated to be pretty important but the Noldor in Beleriand didn’t have a queen so who would be in charge of the distribution of it?

If Caranthir was a woman and Lalwen and Findis did not exist (like in the Silm version of canon) I think there’s a real case to be made that the position would go to her because, as the Feanorians (mainly Celegorm and Curufin because they’re petty as fuck) insist, Maedhros abdicated the position of High King; nothing was ever said about their other titles and as the eldest grandaughter of Finwë Caranthir is the highest ranking nís of the Noldor and in the absence of Fingolfin’s wife the essential roles of a queen are her right.

It’s not as if there are too many other candidates either, I can’t see Aredhel or Galadriel, since she’d be off in Doriath and very much not looking to be involved further in Noldorin politics, fighting for the position (again, how are there so few women in this family? How does that even happen? There are fourteen grandchildren of Finwë. I’d need to make all the Arafinweans and Nolofinweans women just to make it equal.) so Fingolfin doesn’t really have any alternatives to suggest.

So they end up in a situation where the High King of the Noldor is a Nolofinwean but there is now a precedent for the position of Massánië (the Quenya for the queen’s role as breadgiver) of the Noldor to stay in the eldest line of Finwë’s sons when the High King doesn’t have a wife, meaning that suddenly female descendants of Feanor are technically higher ranking than any of the male ones. No Feanorian High Queen can inherit the crown of the Noldor because that would be counted as the same as the Kingship covered in the abdication but the position of Massánië has become isolated from that of the queen and in a technical sense ranks just below a Crown Prince or Princess.

This isn’t of particular importance to Caranthir but you know she is exploiting the complete fucking life out of having all her kin dependent on her for yet another valuable resource, as if all the trade routes weren’t enough. The taxes on lembas going to Dorothion are extortionate. In his letters to his cousins Maedhros responds that he cannot interfere with his sister’s independent role and it is entire her own initiative to do what she wishes in this particular area.

In his letters to Caranthir he is giving her very useful advice on how to use this tactically to best strengthen their factions’ economy based on his knowledge of political situations and sometimes when someone (often Celegorm) pisses him off. This makes the top three of schemes Maedhros and Caranthir are running through their encrypted letters to each other that though unbeknownst to the rest of Beleriand have ridiculously wide reaching effects on the entire economic and geopolitical landscape. They make a scarily good (if slightly less malicious than C and C’s) team.

(Also down the line this could be another title for a genderqueer Elrond to be playing hot potato with because they can’t even use being adopted by the Feanorians that abdicated as an excuse here and it in fact only bolsters their pre-existing claim as Idril’s descendant. If they end up accepting it they and Gil Galad would seize the opportunity to be more ambiguous about their relationship than they already are as half their own court doesn’t even know if Elrond has accepted the position based on lineage or whether they’re now Gil Galad’s consort. The foreign diplomats and future historians have no idea what was going on. Gil Galad does not help matters by using every opportunity to refer to Elrond, maybe teasingly, maybe not, as his queen.)

[hobbitwrangler]

End of Year Fic Recs

Thank you @emyn-arnens for tagging me, it actually made me remember to leave comments on some fics I've read while on holiday. I haven't read or written many fics this year, particularly not long ones, hence why I've gone with my own sections but here we go!

Fics from 2023

Something of Home by @emyn-arnens (G, Faramir & Finduilas of Dol Amroth, <1k) Heartbreaking, precious portrayal of Faramir's relationship with his mother at the time of her death. It is canon to me now.

Something Burrowed, Something Blue by @scyllas-revenge (G, Took/Fairy Wife, 11k) How the Took ancestor met his wife. Funny, sweet and so hobbit-like, I loved Milo and Beryl, the author writes fairy nature perfectly.

cold be sleep under stone by Feanoriel (Ar-Pharazôn, <1k) Ar-Pharazôn in the Caves of the Forgotten. So many chills reading this, the writing style is so vivid, I could feel the undead misery in the darkness.

On These Hither Shores by @emyn-arnens (G, Boromir & Frodo, 3.2k) Frodo and Boromir discuss their hopes and fears. I keep thinking about this fic, it's one of those stories which follows you around and won't let go, it's a great depiction of Frodo and Boromir and their relationship.

The Last Midwinter by @sallysavestheday (G, Frodo Baggins, Sam Gamgee, other fellowship members, 1.3k) Sam and Rosie devise a plan to lift Frodo's spirits. This filled me with so much joy (of the slightly sad kind) it's so sweet.

Untitled by @i-am-a-lonely-visitor (Elros/Elros's wife) I love the complex relationship that is encapsulated in this snapshot and the unsettling youthfulness of the peredhil.

The Farewell Feast by @searchingforserendipity25 (G, Gandalf & Galadriel, 2.4k) Wonderful exploration of Galadriel's thoughts at the end of the Third Age and her relationship with Gandalf.

what the shadows hid by @swanmaids (T, Luthien/Thuringwethil, <1k) Thuringwethil leaves her mark on Luthien. One of those fics where every line is so expertly crafted, flavoured with my favourite horror undertones.

Untitled by @vidumavi (Vidumavi/Valacar) Not enough fics about these two but this is such a heart-warming snapshot of their relationship.

The Broken Shield by @sotwk (G, Thorin, Frerin, Thranduil, Thranduil's wife, 9.5k) In which both Thorin and Thranduil lose one whom they love. Great depiction of elf-dwarf tensions in the midst of their alliance.

Fics from pre-2023

Nine Fingers by Prackspoor (G, Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, 6.3k) The hobbits encounter a mysterious stranger on their way home. Such well done suspense, I was so nervous reading this and it's such an interesting concept.

Burn Like Cold Iron by @scyllas-revenge (T, Boromir/OFC, 155k) An absolutely elite take on the ninth walker trope. Funny, heartfelt and perfect characterisation, plus a great main character. All relationships, romantic and otherwise, are so thoughtfully written.

Warming Hearts and Hearths by @starspray (G, Gandalf & hobbits, 1.3k) Gandalf encountering hobbits, what more do you want? My heart was certainly warmed.

Queen Under the Mountain by @imakemywings (T, Dís, Dáin, 2.9k) Such a heart-wrenching exploration if Dís's grief and all the complicated emotions surrounding the return to Erebor.

consuming by siraetha (T, Khamûl, Sauron, <1k) A great concept explored so vividly, I could feel the heat and the horror while reading this.

Use Well the Days by @cycas (G, Círdan/Lalwen, 2.7k) Círdan and Lalwen discuss whether they have a future. I am rapidly warming to this ship and really enjoyed how this fic explores tension between the elves.

The Floor Is Molasses by @scyllas-revenge (G, Boromir, Sam Gamgee, Merry Brandybuck, Pippin Took, 2.6k) Hobbit chaos plus Boromir lives and of course absolutely hilarious.

My fics from 2023

Too Burdened to Fly (G, Finduilas of Dol Amroth, 3k) A look at Finduilas' thoughts during her final moments.

A Monster in the Shadows (T, Éowyn & Théoden, 3k) In the aftermath of her parents' death, Éowyn is plagued by fear. Nineteen years later, it returns.

At the Death of a Friend (G, Saruman & Galadriel, 3.4k) Saruman has not heard Galadriel's voice in years. But in the aftermath of Gandalf's death, they speak one last time.

And there we go, just about in time for New Year!

[searchingforserendipity25]

A Thing That Sustains | @nolofinweanweek

Idril learned to make bread from her grandmother. She was young and charmingly solemn, then: young and sweet enough that her interest in the craft was seen as a precocious interest in maidenly duties, childish and darling. She had no words, then, for the inchoate fear that turned her hands greedy and sparse with the flour.

Elenwë ate only fruits and vegetables, and took as doctrine, as some of the Vanyar did, not to use a pestle or iron pan except on ceremonial days.

Anairë it was that taught Itarillë to make bread in the Noldorin fashion.

Anairë it was that woke her in the mornings of her childhood, well before the Mingling, and joining her small, sleep-warm hand in hers carried her granddaughter and brought her to join the party of ladies that fed the household of Finwë and the princes of the Noldor.

Itarillë learned to make bread from her grandmother. She was young and charmingly solemn, then: young and sweet enough that her interest in the craft was seen as a precocious interest in maidenly duties, childish and darling. 

She had no words, then, for the inchoate fear that turned her hands greedy and sparse with the flour. 

In bright, blessed Valmar, they ground it from the plenty of the land: wild wheat and generous fields of oat, planted not but sowed by any idle scythe when there was a need. The Noldor, more in love with high mountains than holy plains, made sustenance from the castaway excess of the groves that grew plentiful on their land.

They dressed in thick mantles and went early to pick them up Túna's green slopes. Anairë and Indis and Lalwen, all the women of the king's house, the many noble maidens of Noldor half-dreamy still themselves, braiding their hair with ribbons as they went over grass and fern; and little Itarillë was swung between raised hands, and made to learn all the songs of their craft.

Chestnuts and almonds they picked, walnuts and hazelnuts - hazelnuts were her father's favourite, but Elenwë liked almonds best, and wore their blossoms often about her hair, when Itarillë returned from her gathering-walks with handfuls of half-crushed petals to offer her. And Irissë laughed and laughed at Turukáno's face, whenever Itarillë left more gifts of nuts in his pockets without his notice and caused him to accidentally bring them out of his courtly robes, instead of the expected quill, or a very official scroll. Little squirrel-child, she called her, and knelt down to help her count how many nuts she had found this time.

But it was Anairë who showed her how to ground them all, into meal and flour, and how to mix all parts to raise breads to be shared upon Queen Indis's table, given in friendship to the king's household and the king's people, to the princes of the Vanyar and the Teleri or any wanderer that came in for a meal.

Her hands were too small for Anairë's pestle; the hazel tree gave her some boughs, and from them Elenwë fashioned one small enough for her daughter's use. In those days, in that Blessed Land, the trees spoke slowly, with crackling leaves like fingers moving in the wind, and all of them bend their boughs whenever Itarillë found she had a whim for something to eat. 

From Anairë she learned these things: for in those days the Noldor were known and praised for their generosity, and took as much pleasure as pride in it.

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Elenwë died on the third year of their crossing. For the lack of her hand on the bow and on the pestle, four others died, that might have perhaps lived.

Then Itarillë was well enough to sit on a stool and make up for her absence, as long as the stumps of her legs were wrapped carefully, and she did not expend too much of herself on songs for the raising of bread.

Few maidens and ladies of the Noldor joined their hands and their skills to the choice of the Exiles. It fell to those that came to store and carry and count the barley, to renew the bread-songs from ancient times with mighty urgency. Need made them inventive; all the cleverness that had been used to create sweet confections and cunning layers of biscuits was turned into new efforts.

Itarillë would have been crammed in the warmest tents regardless, cossetted and beloved as she was near the covered ovens. But not even a princess could be left idle in the host of Nolofinwë, and there were never enough voices and hands raised up to work their rations into flat loaves.

The power of making bread was in the sharing of strength. They few who were skilled in it shared it; and when there was enough to share, they invented it, and took it out of themselves in intricate enchantments.

Itarillë set aside the last mittens her mother sewed for her, from the last creature kind-hearted, sharp-eyed Elenwë slew; she stretched her small fingers and set to work on making her mother's last meals.

From Lalwen Itarillë learned anew all the old gestures, pared down by great caution, and how to alter the rhyming of a spell to make the strength and endurance imbued in it last longer; but Lalwen learned more from her. Itarillë's paucity, which had been cheerfully teased in a king's grandchild, grew full of foresight and care.

Itarillë had an eye for future needs, and a talent for perfect measures. For all she wielded no knife or cleaver, she knew well what fed the shared fires her father's siblings tended, on those scant nights when they had meat to eat. Hers was the bread that was dipped on the stew, and eaten to the crumbs; even then, she knew what it was to be grateful to the dead for the right to walk another day through the plains of ice.

Nolofinwë, who did not eat well or much, moved by a fierce defiance that needed no coal to sustain it. Even in the dark terror of their days he praised her wisdom, and stroked with a rueful grief the neat edges of her loaves, learned at Anairë's side, as precise as hers had been.

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Almonds and hazelnuts were rarer near this shore of the Great Sea, and the varieties of chestnuts varied in Beleriand, but Idril learned them all anew. In Beleriand, nothing was truly plentiful.

It was not easy, at first, to walk under fir and bush, and not cut herself scavenging.

In those days, she was chided for being greedy - it was not just or tolerable to pick too many nuts from the ground, lest the creatures of the forest suffer the lack, and grow scanter and crueller with it.

We are none of us the only creatures with hungry kin in this land, Celebrindal, said Meleth, who first greeted her people by the shores of Mithrim; and Idril, growing tall and taller under the light of the sun, too solemn and too thin, forced herself to let go of what was not her share to take from the forests. If she wept, then, none but her nurse and the forest saw it; and the trees of Beleriand did not speak as easily as those she had known in Amanyar, at least not any language she knew at the time.

They learned the language of the land well enough, and swiftly enough. Ulmo was not kind to their fishermen, but Círdan's people were generous in its stead. Turgon's followers were eager and quick as their lord was, and worked with a will to bring harvests to life.

They made their way to the sea again, there to make a new city of their own. The ovens and storing houses were raised first, on steady, defensible ground, and then everything else.

As a student to the Sindarin land-stewards that joined Turgon's people for love of the forests and secret places, Idril spent many days with her father on the pinewoods of Nevrast, walking deer tracks through mists that clung with a far more chilling damp than any that had risen over the lands bathed by Laurelin.

As their trade routes grew, so too the bones of her wrists ceased pressing so sharply against Idril's skin; even her father, who always went without if any of his people could use his share, grew strong around the shoulders again.

In Mithrim and Nevrast, the last maidens of the Noldor, scarred and frost-bitten, mingled with bakers of the Avari and the Sindar and Falathrim - learned many new recipes, made new songs as they learned new languages.

They did not let languish the habit of singing power to even the plainest flatbread. But some of them sang the old words, too, thanking Telperion and Laurelin, naming Vána and Yavanna and all the rivers that grew from Taniquentil's cold springs. Whenever she sang of Aman, Idril recalled Anairë's strong hands covered in brown flour when she repeated the same motions, turning dough and shaping it with perfect confidence, and deliberate skill.

There was time enough and plenty enough to try to replicate it. By her willingness to learn and her dedication to experiment, she added new ingredients to old recipes - pines from the great trees that grew over her new window, acorns from Ossiriand and Mithrim, pecan and pistachio from Himlad.

It was a bitter satisfaction, to be able to store up enough provisions for the journey to the place where their hidden city was to be raised; to be able to count and prepare and know for certain there would be enough coimas for all the efforts of moving and raising stone, if only barely.

Idril knew how to do this work. Meleth walked the woods with Turgon and Aredhel to say farewell and give thanks to the land; Idril stayed behind to fill the oven with new kindling, and made enough spare loaves to leave a good share of meals in Turgon's abandoned throne room. The scouts Nolofinwë sent to find them found only Nevrast abandoned, and enough to eat on their fruitless task.

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Idril woke early, in Gondolin.

The sun met her many times with her shoulders taunt and her hands busy, singing over her work. It was an effort, at times, even through the Long Peace, not to let her voice and hands slip towards recipes perfected on the Ice, made to sustain strength beyond every privation more than please the mouth. 

Turgon raised up a city where his wife might have been safe and joyful and free of want, with a dozen fruits to be gathered at every corner.

The people of Gondolin ate their bread dipped in honey and olives. All the Lords of the City kept their doors open, and baskets of bread under the threshold of their arched doorways, for those who passed by; and the smell of it filled the streets at dawn. When warm, it tasted of orange and apple, all the fruit grown amidst the green gloss of the leaves lining the avenues of the White City.

Anairë, Idril thought at times, would have enjoyed the sweet-bitter of it. 

[echo-bleu]

You know what, let's get even more unhinged with those son-of-plothole theories: Gil-galad is Lalwen.

was always a trans boy, but never had the chance to live his truth in Aman

went to Middle-Earth following Fingolfin because he longed for some freedom

didn't even get a cool new gender-neutral name :'(

wasn't a war general because there are other things in life, okay, probably loved gardening or cooking or building things

still fought heroically in various battles under a helm and various nicknames that loremasters never put together

couldn't save his brother. He didn't even see Fingolfin ride out, didn't say goodbye, and he'll feel guilty about that for the rest of his life

decided that fuck it, life is too short now, fully transitions

"my name is Ereinion Gil-galad and you killed my father, prepare to die" no fuck wrong movie

helps Fingon as best as he can with the transition of power but let's be real, Maedhros is a lot more help there

transphobia is uh pretty high among the Noldor especially when you're Finwë's son so once Fingon is semi-settled, fucks off to the Falas

the Falathrim are way more chill about it (the Falathrim are pretty chill in general, unlike the Doriathrim)

watches Beleriand fall and his nephews die with growing horror

in the wake of Turgon and Orodreth's death he's just, genuinely the only one left beside Idril and the Fëanorians (Artanis fucked off somewhere and no one has heard from her in years)

Noldor refugees flood into Balar, there's a few years' battle between Idril and Gil-galad about who should lead them. Idril doesn't want to be queen and wants to sail to ask for help, Gil-galad thinks it's a lost cause, they settle on Gil-galad as king with Eärendil as his heir

he's watched Finwë and then Fingolfin for centuries, he knows how to be king

fuck that shit is hard though

then Eärendil sails too and his kids are kidnapped (dammit Maedhros wtf)

now Gil-galad has no choice but to see this war through

Arafinwë arrives and is like 👀

but honestly he's pretty chill about it, chiller than Fingolfin ever was

there's just a smidge of confusion because for some reason Arafinwë was told that the new king was his great-grandson

it's a little awkward to find out that it's actually his brother

who he thought was his sister

but hey at least not all of his siblings are dead, he'll take it

Gil-galad is offered the option to sail back to Aman after the war and goes "fuck no"

Lindon is very queer-positive

there aren't actual rules about being in a relationship with your great-great-grandnephew right?

what about your grandniece? what about both?

(nah it's fine)

(well they'll probably have to change a bunch of laws in Aman before Elrond sails but they've already won the case for trans rights, it's fine)

[thelien-art]

I’m so happy you’re doing pride requests!!! (I will probably send in multiple oop)

Lalwen? With either the pan or bi flag?

I like her as that one dancing theater kid - you just go wild

🏳️‍🌈CELEBRATE PRIDE WITH ME🏳️‍🌈 - send in a character or a ship with a pride flag and I´ll draw it

[bretwalda-lamnguin]

Given that Anairë remained in Valinor, I think Lalwen would have definitely been mistaken for the high queen of the Noldor at the Feast of Reuniting.

[effervescentdragon]

hey (with the intention of taking a once-mentioned character and giving them all the powers and importance)

[sparklecryptid]

I was re-reading some of the AtB!Finwion!reincarnation posts, and it led me to wonder - if broken!ice!Luche was a reincarnated Tolkien character, who do you think she might have been, once upon a time? For the heartache, I'd say Miriel - it would be one more knife to Luche's soul, knowing that she had a child, and she left him (the inadvertent comparison to Tita would cut deep). Knowing that she'd had a love, and he'd wed another. (She can never have Tredd - he doesn't want her.)

(cont) Knowing that, once, she'd been happy. For a slightly less heartbreaking scenario, she might be Findis (who is basically a blank slate - but she knew the patterns, she followed the rules, did everything expected of her - and was forgotten) or Lalwen (ditto, but it's implied that she died on the Ice - which would be. Suitably ironic?)

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@hamelin-born

sorry sorry I'm thinking about Broken!Ice!Luche as the reincarnation of Miriel and I am DYING OF SADNESS.

Because-

Look. Luche has her own hangups about her mother. She knows her mother tried - when Tita could remember who Luche was - she knows that trying wasn't enough. Luche knows that her mother left her and that she was the result of a failed experiment. Luche knows this. She knows that love isn't enough sometimes. She knows that fact like it's etched into her soul.

And then she remembers. She remembers being a queen and being in love and she remembers how tired she was after giving birth. She remembers how she loved her husband and her son but it wasn't enough, love wasn't enough for her to stay, her physical form failed and she left them behind.

Objectively she knows it wasn't her fault. She tried to hang on as long as she could but-

She loved them. She tried. And it wasn't enough.

It almost makes her wonder if Tita's actions were a punishment.

[that-angry-noldo]

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some of my latest fics under the cut :)

Ongoing works

ashes, ashes, dust to dust - the devil's after both of us (23.9k, 8 chapters)

Maedhros and Maglor capture Finarfin and keep him hostage, demanding the Silmarils in exchange. Post-War of Wrath. Rating T, no archive warnings apply (Finarfin, Maedhros, Maglor, Eönwë, OCs)

wip tag: ashes

bitter water (3.1k, one chapter)

Eärwen and Finarfin go for a seaside vacation. Eönwë tags along. Rating E, no archive warnings apply (Finarfin, Eönwë, Eärwen)

wip tag: bitter water

of sand of pearls under the sun (14.3k, 5 chapters)

Finwë's youngest son gets invited to spend the summer with Olwë's family. The boy is not overly happy with that. Rating G, no archive warnings apply (Finarfin, Olwë, Eärwen, Sons of Olwë)

wip tag: of sand of pearls under the sun

Finished oneshots

my love, you're tired, lay with me (7k)

The more Eönwë takes, the more Finarfin is willing to give. Rating E, nawa (Eönwë/Finarfin)

fire with fire (1.3k)

Finarfin is wounded in battle, and Eönwë is left to deal with aftermath. Rating T, nawa (Finarfin/Eönwë, pre-slash, whump)

wrong all over (1k)

There is a familiar face in the depth of Angband, though the wrongness of it slips past Maitimo. Rating T, creator chose to use no archive warnings (Maedhros, Maglor, Sauron)

masks of feathers, robes of silk (1.7k)

Eärwen and Finarfin cope with their feelings in a healthy and mature manner. Rating E, no archive warnings apply (Finarfin/Eärwen)

rest beneath thy fingers (yield beneath thy touch) (1.5k)

Even Eönwë can get weary. Luckily, Finarfin is ready to help. Rating T, non-sexual bondage (Finarfin/Eönwë)

shifting to your heart's desire (2.1k)

It is rare that Eärwen and Finarfin make a trip to Ilmarin. When they do, it is rare that Finarfin manages to keep his thoughts off his lover. Rating E, no archive warnings apply (Finarfin/Eönwë, Finarfin/Eärwen)

blissful state (8k)

Eönwë returns from Númenor. There is someone he wants to see. Rating G, no archive warnings apply (Finarfin/Eönwë)

warmth (0.9k)

Even in moments of passion, Finarfin cannot fully open to his lover. Rating E, no archive warnings apply (Finarfin/Eönwë)

flowers sprang beneath his marching feet (6k)

After death of Argon, Fingolfin has to decide where to go next. Rating G, no archive warnings apply (Fingolfin, Nolofinweans)

Finished multichapters

thrice he rose (18.9k, 4 chapters)

The story of Fingolfin, from the Flight to Dagor Aglareb. Rating T, graphic depictions of violence, major character death (Fingolfin, Lalwen, Nolofinweans, OCs)

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