#sons of nerdanel

[i-did-not-mean-to]

As a homage to @elentarial's upcoming TRSB fic, here are the raw materials Nerdanel, the great sculptures, was working with...

Nerdanel is the best. She's an artist. She's my girl.

Three cheers for Nerdanel.

Also stupid art from me 🎉🎉🎉

Made during a vc with a dear friend ❤️

[rputthebottledown]

Look it‘s Nerdanel & Fëanor with cute little toddler Nelyo. Sometimes I just need some fluff in my life

part I

part III

part IV

part V

part VI

[thetiredprometheus]

Aaaaaand that’s a wrap! Here's all the sons of Fëanor + their parents!

[mauvearts]

Fëanáro

[comeontakemyname]

Nerdanel and Fëanor over a baby Curufin:

Nerdanel: Absolutely not, Fëanáro, his first word will be ammë!

Fëanor: No, I can feel it, he is a father's boy! You named him yourself! His first word will be atar!

Curufin: -gurgles-

Nerdanel: Say ammë, a-m-m-ë!

Fëanor: Say atar! Or perhaps atya, which is a permutation of the--

Curufin: N, n, n, n....

Nerdanel: Oh! He's trying to say my name! How sweet! And see? An elfling will call for his moth--

Curufin: NELLLYOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

- Camera pans to a frazzled, disheveled, and tired looking Maedhros with Maglor, Celegorm, and Caranthir already hanging off him -

[storkofyore]

Nerdanel and her sons ✨

[snakes-are-the-best]

My little contribution to the Silmarillion fandom...

[sesamenom]

Gil-galad Variations, featuring all the gil galad theories i've encountered.

[Most recent version: LINK]

[pastelsugar6w6]

The Feanorians like to scare each other just for the hell of it but not one of them dares to try and scare Maglor. Maedhros warned them all the one (1) time he did, Maglor screamed so loud and powerfully that every piece of glass in the house within fifty feet shattered

[stitcherofchaos]

I can’t believe no one had said this but that crazy elf finally did it!

Fëanor killed the Duolingo bird.

[arlenianchronicles]

Oh! What does Nerdanel look like? I like to imagine her with tiny carved pendants and things draped over her limbs and branches. As well as her sons artistic pursuits.

Like music painted on cloth draped around her from Maglor, various hunting treasures like bird bones idk from Celegorm. I hc Maedhros and Caranthir both inherited Míriel’s textile talents and each go about it in their unique way. So dear Nerdanel has no worry going cold anytime soon. She’s draped in layers and layers of scarves, shawls and finely embroidered aprons. She has Curufin and Celebrimbor’s jewelry and trinkets all over and more hunting trophies and poems from the Ambarussa.

Haha this was totally a ramble but I love mama Nerdanel so much and I love imagining her giving herself to her sons and her sons giving their talents back to her.

Oohh I love that, it's so sweet!! Nerdanel would look so lovely wearing her sons' creations! With the number of sons she has, she'd have so many textiles and ornaments to choose from in her day-to day-life hahaa

Thank you so much for the idea, anon!! <333 Here's my attempt at bringing it to life XD

[pretty-hills-i-die-on]

Nerdanel: Right, time to name my kids.

Nerdanel: My firstborn child is the most beautiful baby in the world and no one is telling me otherwise.

Nerdanel: You are such a good singer.

Nerdanel: It’s 4 in the morning, you little sh*t. How are you already awake!?

Nerdanel: Your face is red.

Nerdanel: You look WAY too much like your dad for my liking.

Nerdanel: Ginger McGingerface

Nerdanel:

The Fates Have Damned You With Destiny, My Child. The Tumults Of Fate Await Thee!

Feanor: …

Feanor: How about we workshop that last one?

[thestaroffeanor]

Building a legacy

[thetiredprometheus]

Tiny Celegorm: Atar, Ammë, can we please keep Aredhel?

Tiny Curufin: We could simply put Moryo in a dress and send him back to the Nolofinweans!

Tiny Caranthir: I'm almost on board just so I don't have to live with you anymore!

[not-so-legendary-legendarium]

Stange and Random things Fëanorians do

Fëanor: He goes to Nerdanel and starts to kiss her face and squeezes cheeks. Then he kissed her again and he went away without saying anything.

Nerdanel: When she is in cuddle mood, she goes to her husband and starts acting like a kitten, with big stretch, says "Mih!" and calls him "Feener".

Maedhros: To communicate with his brothers, he stepped into a room with one or more of them and started singing: "They're taking the hobbits to Isengard!". Of course, other brothers reply.

Maglor: He screams randomly. There is no reason why he is doing it. He just goes into an isolated room or place and he screams. Then he came back.

Celegorm: He enters the kitchen, he goes to the fridge, he picks up a thin slice of cheese, he opens the slice and slams the cheese on one of his brother's face. If he doesn't find a brother, he does it on Huan.

Caranthir: He laughs randomly. The reason is that he sometimes thinks of very offensive jokes against everything, but he laughs alone for fear of being arrested.

Curufin: He simply has the tick to press the pen button quickly and loudly.

Ambarussa: They communicate between them with screams, the peacock noise. They do take the mutual attention.

Celebrimbor: He grabbed the head of his family members. He stares into the eyes them and says "You're worthy" and goes away.

Evryones ask themselves what the fuck is the problem of that family, because is clearly a genetic problem!

[curiouselleth]

Nerdanel’s first project after each of her sons were born was a statue of them. Carved from a stone Feanor helped to craft, the stone would grow as they did, and as they changed and grew, so did the statues. All on their own.

Even as her sons wandered to the edges of Aman, the statues would still change as they did. They cut their hair - a chunk of statue falls to the ground, the lines shift, to reflect it.

When Celegorm got his tattoos as one of Orome’s hunt, they too appeared on the statue, as though the color of the stone changed to match from some natural process.

The day of the darkening, and those immediately after, nothing seems to change. But their eyes do. They take on a strange look, one Nerdanel does not recognize.

Then they follow their father. They leave. Nerdanel is left with just these statues of them, wondering if they will continue to change as they do. If she will still be able to see her sons.

To her relief, they did. But far too quickly her relief turned to horror. As she saw the stone of Amrod’s statue melt on the surface and glow, leaving terrible burns. The statue remained standing.

As she saw lines and cracks begin to cover Maedhros, water turned red from iron in the stone pouring out of these cracks, and though she would scrub and brush them, the stain would not leave the cracks. So many times, she wished to destroy it. All of them. But she couldn’t. They were her only tie to her sons. She watched as the joyous look on Maglor’s face turns to one of severity and sorrow, as the scars on Maedhros multiply. Celegorm and Curufin become more harsh, Caranthir more closed off. Amrod recovers some, he and Amrod too become more harsh and wild.

Until one day. When the right hand of Maedhros’s statue snaps off. She clutches it, holds it as she once did. She sobs. She does not return to see the statues for many years.

Until she does. She cannot bear the uncertainty. They all still stand. The lines covering Maedhros have faded. The expressions of the others less harsh. She hopes.

For a long time, little change comes, and she hopes. The occasional scratch or crack comes, but so few, so infrequent. She hopes. Until one day, new cracks, wounds, appear on them all. But they all still stand.

She watches as Celegorm and Curufin’s faces turn dark. Until one day. When three gain great wounds, then… the statues fall. Nerdanel does too.

Long she is there, amongst the ruined statues. Until one comes, picks her off the ground and embraces her, takes her away, and has the statues covered.

None go in that courtyard after, the rubble of the statues remain on the ground.

One day, a servant peers out into the courtyard. Two more statues have fallen. Word is sent, and she returns.

She does not cry, no tear is in her eye. She already cried them all when the first three fell. She stands amongst the rubble, in dry eyed shock. Her youngests were gone now too.

She uncovers the two remaining. Traces the new scars with her fingers, brushes their cheeks where paths from tears have been carved. But their expressions too stand empty, and no tear falls.

Not long after, a ship arrives. Tells of what happened.

Nerdanel cleans up the rubble of the fallen statues. Carefully tucks it away into chests, set deep in the keep in a room where none go. She stands before the two that remain. She screams. She begs. Why. There is more anger, more outrage, then there is sadness. More confusion too. How could her sweet boys do this?

The war begins to close, or so they hear. She checks on the statues again, for the first time since cleaning up the fallen.

She is there as Maedhros’s statue, in a brief, brilliant moment, glows brighter than the silmarils. Then it crumbles into glowing hot rubble. She sobs. Turns desperately to Maglor, and sees a burn appear on his hand. She knows, it was a silmaril.

She stares, but the statue does not fall. Days, she barely left. Until the hosts return, and tell of his fate. Free. But lost. Never to return. She never goes back to the courtyard again.