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Modern Danafinwe: Durin Meets the Family

March 11, 2007

On the 11th of March, the Saturday of March break Dana, Durin and Nelyo head to the Feanorians manor in Valinor.

They leave campus at 11pm that Friday to catch a flight at 4 in the morning. 

They arrive at the Feanorian manor at noon, it’s a three hour drive from Alqualondë. 

Once at the house she says ok now don’t get intimidated by my father, I’m his only daughter so he’s gonna act like the big guy here. 

She also tells Durin that Mori will act like a prick until you gain his favour and he’ll ask a ton of questions. 

Durin nods and they enter the manor.

Dana announces their presence by yelling at the top of her lungs.

Two pairs of little feet come running.

Twin voices yell for Dana.

Dana leans down and scoops the twins up.

The rest of the family comes behind them. 

Mori runs to Dana and hugs her while she’s holding the twins.

Turca bluntly asks if this is Durin.

Durian nods and tells him he must be Morifinwe.

Turca laughs and tells him Mori is hugging Dana.

Durin’s eyes widen and immediately apologises. 

Turca smirks and asks him to guess who he is.

Durin smiles and tells him correctly who he is, aka Turcafinwe. 

One by one the family meets Durin. 

Curvo takes a liking to Durin and takes him by the hand and shows him around the manor.

Dana catches up with her parents and Ambarussa. 

In all, Durin's visit goes well.

Mori, in the end, finds Durin acceptable. 

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Modern Danafinwe: Durin’s Girlfriend

January 9, 2006

With Revia, Anar, Malin and Keasta’s help Durin asks Dana to be his girlfriend.

The trio meet up with Durin and they brainstorm several ideas.

They ultimately pick an easy and straightforward route.

Durin makes a big sign and posts it on the door to her room.

Durin is inside and when she walks in she gives her answer.

Revia, Anar, Malin and Aerus wait next door in Malin’s room. 

Dana walks home from her meeting with her counsellor.

She talks to Nelyo on her flip phone as she walks. 

She’s trying to reassure him that he will be accepted into the school and that his grades are more than good enough.

Dana walks inside and calls out to announce her presence to her housemates.

Not getting an answer she walks upstairs to her room where she opens the door and finds Durin. 

He looks nervous.

Dana doesn't know why. 

She tells him Nelyo is nervous about his application and does he want to talk to him.

Nelyo tells her he’d like an outside opinion on his grades.

Durin asks if she saw the note on her door.

Dana shakes her head and opens the door to look at the note.

She reads the note then tells Nelyo she’ll call him back. 

Nelyo protests. 

Dana hangs up on her brother then looks to Durin.

She smiles and tells him yes. 

Screams of joy can be heard from Malin’s room. 

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Modern Danafinwe: First Date

November 20, 2006

Durin takes Dana to a cafe where Fili and Kili and Gimli take Aerin and Tauriel and Legolas many years later.

They walk over and talk about what’s been happening around campus. 

Dana likes to write and learning languages.

She talks about that and what she’s planning to do when she gets home for winter break.

Durin likes photography, nature and hiking.

He talks about all his adventures he has with his cousins and family.

Dana asks questions about his family, what kind of places he’s explored, where he wants to explore, what kind of things he likes to take photos of.

Durin responds that he’s only ever hiked the Misty Mountains and Erebor, as for favourite kind of subject he tells her he loves portraits of people.

They talk for hours and have a blast.

After they finish their date Durin walks Dana back to her dorm house and kisses her cheek.

Dana smiles widely and kisses his cheek in response. 

She then goes inside and tells her friends everything.

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Modern Danafinwe: Dana is Asked Out

November 18, 2006

Dana goes to the Hobbit Hole with Revia and Anar.

Well she races Anar to the Hobbit Hole.

She wins.

So she goes up to the counter and orders a chai tea. 

Peldir mucks up, he adds milk, Dana immediately notices.

Dana is lactose intolerant, she needs another kind of milk. 

Durin says he’ll make it and brings it over to her.

She goes and sits with her friends and they all pull out their notebooks and homework.

A few minutes later Durin walks over with her chai tea and a small plate over top.

Before leaving he takes the small plate off and she looks at the top.

Written in chocolate sauce is a message.

She looks at it and starts laughing(giggling) at how cute the message is.

Her friends ask what’s so funny? And she passes them the plate and they read it and gasp, and look at Durin who looks like he’s gonna cry.

They tell Dana to look at Durin, she looks over and watches him walk into the back room.

So Dana gets up and follows him into the back, on her way she looks at Pedir and he nods allowing her to follow.

In the back room she calls out to him, he just stands facing a wall with his back facing her.

She walks up to him and wraps her arms around Durin, he stiffens tears streaming down his face. 

Still holding him close she says yes, my answer is yes, I will go on a date with you, I was laughing at the fact of how cute it was, it’s the cutest thing I’ve seen all day and I have a pretty cute picture of Ambarusa and there two. 

Durin starts laughing and turns around and hugs her back.

She says now let's take those tears away. 

She swipes her hand across his face lightly and wipes his tears. 

On their way out of the back she asks when their date will be. 

He says I’ll send you another message in foam.

She smiles and walks back to her other friends.

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Modern Danafinwe: Dana, Agies, Nanwe

February 21, 2004

Dana is asked out by Agies.

She says yes after being prompted by Malin, Kaesta and Revia.

She goes out with him. 

At the end of the date he says I’ll see you tomorrow.

He kisses her cheek and leaves.

Dana spills the beans to her friends waiting inside their shared house.

She hates him.

He’s so pompous. 

She tells the girls everything, every little detail.

The next day there’s a mix up and Agies thinks they are dating.

They are not. 

Word gets around campus and Agies gets mad and confronts Dana while she’s with Nanwe and Aerus.

Dana tells off Agies who yells at her and tries to push her to the ground but Nanwe and Aerus stop him.

The three of them fend off Agies who runs away. 

The trio of friends leave the scene and head for the Hobbit Hole to meet up with their friends. 

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Modern Danafinwe: Pityafinwe & Telufinwe

April 9, 2003

While in class Dana’s flip phone rings and she excuses herself to take it. 

Her teacher isn't too happy about it. 

When she’s outside she finds out it’s her mother, who is calling her in joy/ pissyness 

Dana asks why she’s calling to tell her that she’s pregnant again and this time with twins.

Nerdanel explains what happened.

Dana is like I don't need to hear any details of how it happened. 

After ten minutes Dana’s teacher steps out and takes Dana’s phone. 

Her teacher tells Nerdanel that Dana has to return to class and to call her at lunch.

Dana returns to class and Aerus, who's her seatmate, asks what that was about. 

Aerus, Malin, Nanwe and Eldarin are all shocked. 

Dana isn’t sure how to feel about having seven siblings. 

At lunch Dana calls her mother and asks what this means for the family.

Dana is told, this will change nothing since they live in a big house and the house will only be louder.

Dana accepts this and tells Nerdanel she can’t wait to meet the twins when they arrive.

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Feanorian Week Day Seven: Feanaro and Nerdanel

140 FO

"They're supposed to arrive today," I tell Mother over my tea cup.

She decided to drag me from my desk in the castle to enjoy a small break with her. At the manor, no less. We could have gone anywhere in Tirion, but we had to go home.

I'm not mad about it, but this means I could be here when they arrive. I wasn’t expecting to see them until dinner. I had time to rein in my emotions but now I may not.

I'm supposed to be Arafinwe's chief advisor and head of state. I take care of nearly everything for him like I did for Oropher and Thranduil in their respective ruling of the Eryn Lasgalen.

Father, Grandfather and Grandmother are set to arrive in Tirion today. They should go to the castle to see Arafinwe first, but I have a sneaking suspicion they are coming here first. I’d have been fine greeting them there but again I think they’ll come here.

Mother hasn't seen Father since we left in 1495. I haven't seen Grandfather since he was murdered twelve feet from me. As for Grandmother, neither Mother nor I have met her. She's been in Mandos since before either of us was born.

"That's what has you fired up?" She asks, raising her eyebrow.

"Yes," I gulp some tea down to avoid a longer answer.

"Dana, darling, you're getting married next week, and your Father, Grandfather and Grandmother arriving is what has you more fired up than a smithy." Mother snorts in an attempt to hold back her nervous laughter.

An understatement. I feel like I'm holding back a torrent of flames and heat, and holding it back is so strenuous that I've begun to shake.

"Yes,"

"You'd think I'd be more...more..."

"More fired up than me?" I offer loosely drawing on my skills as a wordsmith.

"Yes,"

"Dana, there are three people coming up the drive. One has silver hair like Turca," Tauriel's voice filters into the sunroom. I'd ask what could have possibly torn her away from her drawing with Nelyo, but when someone has hair like Turca, there can only be one person it belongs to.

The art room and the sunroom overlook the drive. I could see if it’s them. I twist in the arm chair and try to catch a glimpse of the three people. Sure enough there are three people walking up the drive. One has silver hair and the other two have dark brown hair.

Oh, sweet Varda, they're here.

I plop my tea cup onto the side table and stare at Mother. She looks as nervous as I feel. Oh valar.

I slide my legs off the arm of the armchair and stand. Together, Mother and I exit the sunroom. Nelyo meets us in the hall and walks with us to the front entry.

Tauriel silently walks behind us, muttering about our or rather my relatives, trying to figure out who they are. She then comes upon the answer and gasps.

At the front entry we don’t have to wait long for the doors to open. In fact it’s as we’re arriving that they open.

Standing on the other side of the doors are the very people I expected. Grandfather, Grandmother and Father. The original royal family. Finally, complete after all this time.

“Feaelenion,” Grandfather smiles.

“Grandfather,” I whisper.

Then, in an instant, he opens his arms for a hug like he did all those years ago. I surge forward, tears streaming down my face and fold myself into the hug. It's everything I've been wanting all these years.

I feel Grandfather lift his arms from my back and beckon Nelyo over. My brother instantly envelopes me and Grandfather in his arms. And suddenly, I'm fifty again.

“Forgive me, my dearest,” Father weeps between gasps. “forgive me,”

“I have. You are forgiven,” Mother murmurs. "You have been for some time,"

I detach myself from Grandfather and Nelyo to watch my parents. Father is kneeling and hugging Mother's waist as tightly as he can, from what I can tell. Mother is leaning down and murmuring into the top of his head.

Both have tears streaming down their cheeks.

I wipe my own tears from my face and beckon Tauriel over. She wonders closer in a daze as if realizing I wasn't exaggerating when I said I look identical to my Grandfather.

"Grandfather, this is Tauriel my oldest,"

"Your oldest," A feminine voice, not belonging to Mother, says. "How many do you have?"

"Two," I smile, glancing at the small female with silver hair. A clear relation to Father and the hair Turca inherited. "My youngest is Aravel. He's currently out with Nanwe,"

"As in the lord, Finwe mentioned you were courting?" Grandmother asks.

"I still am,"

"Dana, you're getting married to him in a week," Tauriel states as if it were plainer than my nose.

"Are we not allowed to court up until then?"

Tauriel sputters, then blows a raspberry at me. Delightful use of words, darling. Delightful.

"They are...your own?" Grandmother tentatively asks. She eyes me and my daughter.

It's quite clear that Tauriel and I do not resemble one another. Her red hair could have been inherited from Mother if she was my child, but he skin colour? That is far too dark to be mine or Nanwe's.

I'd have her no other way. She is beautiful as is. A perfect addition to my family.

"No, they're adopted. If I were to have a child of my own body, I'd turn out like you, Grandmother," I tell her as I pull Tauriel into my side for a hug.

"Oh,"

"How do you know?" Grandfather asks.

Oh, dear valar. So many questions, and it's not even over dinner. I sigh and tell them I was told by Iluvatar. Which is true. It just wasn't in person.

"YOU WHERE WHAT?" Father asks, tearing his and Mother's attention from each other.

"It was the night I'd accepted Nanwe as my intended," I sigh, remembering the night clearly as if it were yesterday. "He slipped into my dreams that night and said if I were to bear a child I would end up like my Grandmother,"

"Why did you not say something?" Nelyo asks. He saw me that morning after. I was shaken, and he knew me well enough then to know something happened.

He was so sure it was Nanwe that he nearly broke exile to tear Nanwe's head off. It took me sitting on his chest to get him to stop. I had to tell him I had a nightmare to get him to back off.

"It wasn't a big deal. Nanwe and I had just accepted one another, and children were so far off. It wasn't a pressing issue,"

Tauriel pulls on my sleeve. She's looking directly at Father. "Uncle Curvo wasn't lying when he said he looked exactly like Grandfather,"

"No he wasn't,"

"Did you say, Grandfather?" Father asks Tauriel. Father's head snaps to Tauriel standing by me.

Tauriel nods.

Father swears and gingerly picks her up in a hug and twirls her around while murmuring, "A grandchild. A grandchild. A grandchild,"

Mother and I share a smile. We had many conversations over the past month depicting what his reaction will be to Tauriel and Aravel. What his reaction to Mother will be. How she will react and how my siblings will react.

"She's also a smith," Nelyo mentions.

Father places Tauriel down and asks her if this is true. At her nod Father pulls her into a tight hug. Mother chuckles and attaches herself to her husband and grandchild.

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Feanorian Week Day Six: Ambarussa

189 FA

"Hail, Danafinwe Feanorian," A guard yells to me when I'm in range.

"Hail," I return. I push my horse to swiftly complete the distance between me and the town gate.

The guard who greeted me grabs my horse's bridle. He bows swiftly as I dismount. He tells me Telvo is waiting for me in his keep. I nod to the guard and leave him with strict instructions to cool down and feed my horse with grain from the gap.

As I walk to Telvo's keep, I'm stopped by my brother's followers. Many say hello and allow me to go on my way. Others stop and hand me flowers or honey cake. I thank each and every one. I even ask those that I remember how they are doing.

They are always good. That's face value for you. A few tell me they are excited about the festival coming up and follow up by asking if I'll be around for it. I tell them I don't know if I will be here but if I am I am also excited.

By the time I reach Telvo's keep I have three baskets of food and flowers hanging from my arms. Telvo laughs and grabs two of the baskets. He ushers me inside and leads me to the kitchen.

Once we discard our sweets and flowers, he brings me to his study. While we walk he tells me about the festival of Orome. It's not surprising that Telvo still celebrates it. He was a hunter. Now he's a lord.

At my brother's study, Telvo offers me wine. I immediately take it. The notes are flowery and sweet—definitely more Pityo's taste than his or mine. Another way my brother remembers his twin.

We talk for hours while sipping on our wine. After three bottles of wine, we call it quits. Together we make our way towards our rooms.

Hours later, when the sun is high in the sky, we meet in his dining room for breakfast. It's only when he mentions we should probably skip luncheon. The comment makes me think about the time of day.

I glance out the window and realize it's about midday. "What are you up to today?"

"Well, yesterday I made your bed and rolled you over. Today, I expect I'll be helping with festival preparations,"

Of course. What else would my brother do other than make me comfy in my own bed? Not because I practically raised both Ambarussa. But because I was likely falling off the bed.

"It's not my fault I need to sleep for a week after being on the road for a month," I state, drinking from my cup of water.

"You could sleep on the road,"

"Alone with no one to keep watch?"

"Okay you've made your point,"

"I'm sure," I mutter, smirking at my brother. "So what's on the list to do with the festival?"

Telvo smiles. He stands and grabs a paper and hands me a list. On it is a list of sweet cakes that need to be made.

I ask him if he wants me to make them. My brother nods, asking if I could do these today and when I'm finished to meet him for dinner in the drawing room.

I tell him, of course, for him to find his best-tasting wine for the occasion. The occasion of my baking. Something I rarely do.

Hours later, and all the cakes are made, I change and head to Telvo's drawing room for dinner. My brother greets me and passes me a cup of wine. His best, I assume.

As we eat, he tells me what he did all day, from putting up posts for tarps to organizing the tables.

His day seems long. Like mine, but with more physicality. Telvo then asks how my baking went. I tell him exactly how it went. My helpers were more than helpful, and I did everything with time to spare.

It's only after we finish eating and drinking our wine that we go view the festival grounds. All in all, it was a wonderful day and the start of the festival tomorrow will be fantastic. I can't wait to participate.

"Ambarussa would have loved this," I mutter, referring to the older twin.

"He would have,"

"We'll just have to celebrate it how he would have," I smile, looping my arm through Telvo's and pulling him back toward the keep.

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Feanorian Week Day Five: Curufinwe

370 FO

"You want to learn how to smith?" I ask my youngest children, who are fully grown but still young. This was not what I expected to be greeted with this morning while working. But here we are.

Ravo and Nemmirien nod. They eagerly jump on the balls of their feet. I don't know whats brought this on. They've never expressed interest in my family trade. Not like Tauriel or Aravel did.

"Alright, you will have to go ask your uncle Curvo. He's the best person you want to learn from," I wave to the door half-heartedly not expecting them to run out.

Ravo immediately runs out of my and Nanwe's study. Nemmirien smiles and waves as she runs after her younger brother. I listen to them clamber down the stairs and out the front door before turning to Nanwe.

"That was unexpected," Nanwe states, leaning back in his chair at his desk.

"Indeed, I should warn Curvo. He deserves that before being accosted by his niece and nephew," I lean back in my chair and glance at my husband. It was unexpected, but Curvo will have a field day.

He loves his nieces and nephews, and showing them how to work in a smithy makes him love them even more. It's his passion. If he could, he'd have a hundred apprentices, but he only has four. Possibly two more.

"I highly doubt Curvo will mind his niece or nephew asking about smithing," He's right.

"I do, too, but who knows what he could be doing at this hour,"

"Are you going to race them?" Nanwe asks, watching to see if I get up.

"Valar no, I'm going to send a note,"

I grab a scrap of paper and write out a warning to my brother. Short a sweet like him. Although he'd attest that he's not that short. Too bad for him. I have three inches on him. It's quite clear he's short.

When I've read the note to proofread for errors, I flick my wrist and send it off. The note disappears with a sharp pop and a small light.

"Now, I'm going to watch my daughter and son enjoy their day with their uncle," I stretch my shoulders and stand from my desk.

"Your father would love to see this," Nanwe's right. Father would love this. He missed out with Tauriel and Aravel. Now, he misses out with Ravo and Nemmirien.

But he'll be excited when they send him their first project. I'll make sure they send it to Mandos after I've had a chance to enjoy them. It's only right. Tauriel couldn't send her first project since we were in Middle Earth. The same goes for Aravel. But Ravo and Nemmirien, they can.

"I know. That's why I'm going,"

"You're going to write him?" I wonder over to Nanwe and stand at the side of his chair. He looks up at me with a large smile.

"And Grandfather he'll love to know,"

"I'll see you at dinner,"

"Don't forget we're going to the manor tonight. Mother is excited to have us all under one roof," I kiss Nanwe's forehead. My husband smiles widely at it and kisses my hand. "Turca is on his way back now..hopefully,"

"Looking like he was dragged backward through a bush no doubt,"

"No doubt," I laugh. Only Turca can manage to look like that when he returns from hunting.

"Now, follow me. I'll show you where we can find a garnet," Curvo's voice echoes in the family smithy.

From where I stand in the doorway, I can see my brother leading Nemmirien and Ravo toward the large supply closet. They disappear into the room and don't come out for a few minutes. But I can still hear their debate over which garnet is prettier.

Ravo exclaims he’s found the one. Nemmirien quickly agrees. Curvo, dear, Curvo asks them if they are sure. They both exclaim they are quite sure

"Auntie Dee," Tyelpe says coming up to me.

"Tyelpe,"

"Are you here to watch Father with Nem and Ravo?" My nephew asks. He hands me my apron, likely as a precaution. I am wearing nicer clothes for being in a smithy.

"I am," I say, pulling on my apron and adjusting it to my liking. "How are they doing?"

"Well," Tyelpe smiles at the door leading to the supply room. "They are gobbling up the information, and Father is enjoying himself immensely,"

"I'm glad,"

"He is too. Although he enjoyed working out the bad habits you instilled in Tauriel and Aravel,"

"Bad habits? Bah. He's trying to make them work like him,"

"Even still, sister. Those habits you have will be worked out of them," Curvo boasts, ushering his niece and nephew into the main room of the smithy.

"We shall see about that, brother," I smile at my grown children and wait for them to show me the materials. I stop them from spewing what the final product will be.

Ravo frowns lightly before grinning. He knows I like surprises. Nemmirien grins and pulls her brother back to their uncle.

As the hours tick by, I'm sucked into a project Tyelpe needed help with. Something about making fire-resistant or rather heat-resistant metal. Something I could help with.

It's only when Nanwe approaches me in the smithy that I remember dinner with Mother and the family. I ask him if we're late. He tells me no that he decided to gather us with time to bathe.

"Thank the valar, and I do need a bath," I kiss Nanwe on the cheek and turn to our children. "Nemmirien, Ravo. It's time to go,"

"Why?"

"We have dinner with Grandmother, remember?"

"Oh shit, that's tonight?" Curvo asks, plonking his tongs on the anvil to his right.

"Yes,"

Curvo swears fiercely and motions to Tyelpe. He tells his son it's time to leave. As they leave the family smithy, Curvo and Tyelpe kiss me on the cheek and promise to see me at dinner.

"We shall see you there," I smile at my brother and nephew.

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Feanorian Week Day Four: Morifinwe

1401 YT

"Again, how did you end up with such a female?" Turca asks Mori as he slouches into a chair pushed into the corner of Mori's room.

"She found me," Mori reiterates for the fifth time today.

"I don't think that's what Itisse says," Turca muses, picking at the frayed edge of the chair's arm.

Mori whirls around, leaving one arm inside his robes and the other half in his sleeve. "YOu don't know that,"

"I'm fairly certain I do,"

"Turca, don't antagonize Mori before his wedding," I holler as I look at the jewellery Mori chose last night. I'd applaud Mori for his choices, but he's preoccupied.

Among his chosen pieces is Mori's family ring. The ring father made him. I wonder if Mori will demand father to make Itisse a ring. I know he made her engagement and wedding rings.

"I am not," Turca fires back.

"Yes you are,"

"I am not,"

"You're now rialing me up, and I wouldn't do that if I were you,"

"Why not?"

"I wonder?" I smile while lighting a solitary finger on fire. I wave it as I turn to watch my brother's expression change.

Turca puckers his lips. He sinks further into the chair, nodding as he goes. So he does remember my power over fire. It's funny how little one can remember when trying to antagonize one another.

As Mori finishes getting ready, I usher Turca and Kana out. Nelyo and I stay as Mori puts on his rings. Once our brother is ready, we escort him out of the manor and to the backyard.

He and Itisse wanted a small wedding. Small but extravagant at the same time. It was not only confusing to organize but hard.

Hours later, Mori and Itisse have said their vows and promises. Then it's time for the celebration: dancing, food, music, and wine.

The happy couple takes to the dance floor with grace and ease, as if they have danced together before. It's beautiful. They are beautiful and well-matched.

After their first dance, Father bows and asks Itisse for a dance. Mori reluctantly hands over his bride. Mori watches with delight oozing off him. His bride and father danced to a song Kana sang over and over in my room one day. This song was not the one he went over one riff for hours on but another one—this one he wrote for Mori's wedding.

It's special.

Halfway through Father and Itisses dance, I wander over to my brother and ask for a dance. Mori smiles and accepts. As Mori and I make our way onto the dancefloor, I spy Mother giving Ambarussa a tongue lashing in the corner. I can only assume they got caught pouring wine into the punch.

I later learned they'd tried to leave to watch the mingling instead of dancing with young ladies.

My and Mori's dance went perfectly. My favourite brother, whom I will never admit to having favourites, was extremely pleased. He promptly asked if I wanted to dance again before he went to his wife. I declined and told him to get a move on.

Mori nods and swiftly kisses me on the cheek. I watch him glide over to Itisse and scoop her into his arms. They spin before kissing tenderly. I don't think I've ever seen Mori this happy or excitable.

Marriage is a good look on Morifinwe.

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Feanorian Week Day Three: Turcafinwe

1290 YT

Bark bark bark bark

What on Yavanna's green earth is that noise? Why does it sound like a dog? And why does it sound like it's coming from down the hall? Oh, dear valar. What did Turca bring home?

I get up from my desk and bolt it out of my study. In the hall, Mother is also sticking her head out of her studio. She had the same idea as me.

"I'll see what he's got up to,"

"Are you sure?" Mother asks, glancing me up and down. She know's I was with Grandfather until late last night. I'd come home just before the mingling began.

"Positive,"

Mother nods and tucks her head back into her studio. Her project has been causing her some ire. It's for Grandfather's garden, and she wants it to be perfect. My napping at my desk can wait.

"Huan! Come back!" Turca's small voice yells, the sound coming toward me.

Soft pads of feet come rushing closer. I’m almost convinced Turca found a new friend when a fluffy dog comes bounding around the corner.

Spotting me the dog bolts. Its large paws pound the wooden flooring. As it gets closer I realize it’s not going to stop. It’s going to plow right into me.

“HEEL!” I shout.

The dog immediately listens, sliding to a stop three feet from me and its tail wagging. Turca on the other hand sprints over to the dog and throws his arms around its neck. He looks up at me and grins.

“This is Huan,” Turca gestures to the dog who I can only assume is a puppy. “He’s my dog,”

“Did you ask Mother or Father?”

“No,” He says as if it wasn’t even a question that he needed to ask.

“How did you get him?”

“Orome gave him to me!”

“Orome?”

“Yep!”

“Oh sweet merciful Eru,” If Orome gave Turca Huan then there is little Mother and Father can do.

“Dana did you find the barking?” Mother calls out.

“You may want to meet him yourself,”

“Meet him? What has your brother gotten himself into?” Mother asks as she makes her way to her door.

Opening the door she gapes at the puppy sitting just outside her door.

“Your Father needs to see this,” Mother utters.

Half an hour later Father, Mother, Turca, Huan and I are sitting on couches in the drawing room. Myself as a spectator and an added voice of reason if it comes to that.

"Orome gave you a dog?" Father asks, gesturing to Huan sitting beside Turca on the couch.

"Yes,"

"To keep?" Father asks.

"Yes,"

"Why?"

"Because he likes me,"

"Because he--Tyelkormo. You cannot keep this puppy. We have enough mouth to feed as is," Mother begins

It's not like we don't have enough money to feed everyone. We are royalty, and most of us have jobs. It's not like we're starving.

"Nerdanel, its a gift from Orome. It would be folly to refuse the dog," Father pulls mother into his arms.

"Why must you be right?"

"Because your right about everything else, let me have this,"

"Fine," Mother quickly tells Turca Huan will be his responsibility. He will feed, clean and look after Huan. No one else in the family help.

"Yes!" Turca exclaims, leaning over to Huan and huging the puppy. Huan, on the other hand, wags his tail excitedly. He then barks loudly. So loud that Nelyo and Kana come running.

They burst into the drawing room. They search the room before locking their eyes on Huan sitting with Turca. Kana stays in the doorway while Nelyo runs for the puppy asking if we get to keep it.

Mother sighs and explains Turca recieved him from Orome.

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Feanorian Week Day Two: Kanafinwe

538 FA

"What do you mean you want to take in children?" I whisper yell at Kana. "Are you off your rocker?"

"Dana--"

"Kano, we just murdered all the people they knew," Nelyo motions to the blood guts and entrails around us.

Elves of all sizes lay on the ground where we slaughtered them. Many tried to fend us off. It did not work in their favour. All they got was pain and death.

"And?"

"Are you seriously having remorse and regret?" I roll my eyes. Now, he grows a conscience. Three times we've killed kin and now he feels bad? Valar. "Kana, we've done this three times now,"

"And yet we've let them live. What should we do? Be like Tyelko's followers and send them to their deaths?" Kana states. His words a a stab to the heart. We took a vow to each other never to harm children. Now, here we are at an impasse. The only children in this refugee camp are the two we are bickering over.

What happened with Turca's followers was regrettable. But Turca's followers became unhinged, and no one wanted to be on the other end of their blades. Not even me, and I hold rank. I could have reigned them in, but I didn't want to kill one of them to do it.

Then again, I was nowhere near them at the time. I was dealing with Mori's death and Curvo's. I had no idea Turca had died until I found him and Dior lying in a pool of their blood. I heard from Telvo that Turca's followers took the children of Dior to the woods and left them.

I wasn't happy about it, neither was Nelyo. We took a handful of people and searched the woods but found no one.

"Of course not, but raise them? You were barely there for any of our brothers when they were being raised. What makes you think you can raise these two?" I growl at my younger brother.

"I want to do it,"

"Valar almighty," Nelyo sighs. If he could, he'd pinch the bridge of his nose with his free hand, but he only has one.

"I agree with you on that, Nelyo," I glance past Kana and to the small boys huddled on a box. "Fine, let's see how they feel,"

I push past Kana and walk for the boys. They watch my every move, including when I sheath my bloody blade. I crouch down to the boy's height. "Hello,"

"Stay away from us," The one holding the other spits.

"Yeah, stay away," The other states, clutching his brother closer to him.

"My name is Danafinwe. What are yours?"

"Why should I answer you?" The bolder one asks, a growl on the precipice of his lips.

"He has you there, Dana," Nelyo chuckles.

"Shut your mouth Maitimo,"

"The tall redhead is Nelyafinwe, and the other is Kanafinwe. I know this is not ideal, but we do not want to kill you," I gesture to my brothers.

The boys huddle closer together and glare at me fiercely. This is not the reaction I was hoping for, but my words are not as honeyed as I'd like them to be. But such is what happens when I am tired and fed up. At least I'm being nice.

"You know my youngest brothers were twins," I try again. This time, it piques the timid boy's interest.

"What happened to them?"

"One died on a burning ship, and the other died here," Telvo's death could have been avoided, as could Pityo's. If Father had let me onto the ship sooner, I could have gotten Pityo out. I could have saved him. He could have lived.

"Were they lonely?"

"Yes," I nod. Ambarussa only wanted the other for company. They were hollow after Pityo died.

"We promise not to hurt you as long as you are in our care," I smile lightly, hoping it will be enough.

The boys look at each other and seemingly use osanwe to communicate. They nod to the other and then to me. They untangle from each other and take the other's hand. I stand up and look at Kana. 'You wanted them, now we have them,'

I motion for Nelyo to lead the way out of the Havens of Sirion. Out of the carnage, death and despair. The twins slowly follow us out of the Havens. As we approach our horses, the twins pick up speed. It seems they like horses.

I reach my horse and introduce them to him. The horse bobs his head to acknowledge the boys.

"My name is Elros, and this is Elrond." The older one says.

I smile and pull myself into the saddle. "Nice to meet you, Elros and Elrond."

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Feanorian Week Day One: Nelyafinwe

139 FA

"He said he was coming here," Mori says, watching the horizon for a familiar redhead. We met up on the wall for a walk. Something we often do when I visit.

"I thought he was mad at you," I state, keeping my own eyes on the horizon.

"I did too,"

"What did you do again?"

"I may have said Findekano would be disappointed in him," Oh yes. How could I forget?

Three months ago, in Himring, we had a family meeting. It was very eventful. I'd called the meeting to discuss food stores and raids from orcs. We bit off more than we could chew.

Mori practically insulted Nelyo with his statement. It took Turca, Curvo and Kana singing a song to calm our giant brother down. Mori, on the other hand, sat back and watched.

I wasn't too happy with it, so I told them to take a break, and we'd continue after dinner. It was an awkward dinner, to say the least.

"He was getting on my nerves and--"

I cut Mori off. "And you thought it would be a good idea to poke the bear,"

"Yeah,"

"Mori,"

"I am aware of how it looks," I'm sure he does.

"Ah, here he is now," I nod toward the growing red blob in the distance. He won't be within spitting distance for another five hours or so. If not longer.

Hours later, Mori and I greet Nelyo inside the front gate.

Nelyo dismounts and passes the reins to a stable boy. He uses his teeth to pull his riding glove off his hand. How creative.

"Nelyo, welcome to Thargelion," I state opening my arms for him to hug if he wants. But being my brother, he automatically knows it's not a choice if I offer one.

"Thank you, Dana,"

"Come lets get you settled and we can discuss why I summoned you here,"

"You what?" Mori sputters. He stares at me with horror and shock.

"I will see you at dinner, Morifinwe," I state linking my arm through Nelyo's.

I lead my younger brother into the fort, and toward his room I set up this morning. It wasn't hard, he left most of his things from his last visit.

We walk until we reach his room. With ease, I give the door a shove with my toe, and it door opens. I practically hurl Nelyo inside and close the door behind me.

My tall brother grumbles and grunts at my mistreatment.

"No, you do not speak. This is how this is going to go,"

"I know you thought Mori wrote the letter and the shock of discovering that it was me who wrote it was kept quiet. Now you and Mori are going to have a civil dinner, and tomorrow morning, we are going to enter a discussion where I will mediate, and you two will apologize at the end. Got it?"

"Yes,"

"Good,"

Half an hour later, Nelyo joins Mori and me in the dining room. Thankfully, Nelyo managed to remember to bring formal clothes. I would have hated to change again. It wouldn't have lent aid to the discussion tomorrow brings.

Like the dinner three months ago, this one was awkward as a naked dwarf mining for gold. Thank the valar that we only had to eat two courses and dessert. I make Nelyo leave with his wine to have a chat with Mori, which goes as well as a ferrel cat in a tree.

The next morning, I have breakfast alone. Clearly, they are trying to prove something. What it is I haven't a proper clue but it's likely to do with the meeting they are expected to attend in an hour.

An hour passes, and like I expected, Nelyo and Mori begrudgingly walk in. They greet me with a kiss on the cheek. Then, they take a seat opposite the other.

"Who want to start," I ask.

Then they explode. Calling each other names and using every trick to make the other angrier. I asked for it. I wait for a minute or two before yelling ENOUGH and slamming my hands on the table.

They go quiet.

"You are grown enough, or so I thought. Perhaps I shall take control of Thargelion and Himring," I state, glaring at my brothers one at a time.

"Dana the table,"

So what if my handprints are burned into the tabletop? It will give it character.

"You can have another one made,"

Mori raises an eyebrow and sighs. He bluntly apologizes to Nelyo. Then Nelyo does the same.

"Now who wants to start?"

"I will," Nelyo says.

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OC you most struggled to make?

The OC I struggled to create was Nanwe. He was supposed to be Dana's other half, and I had no idea how to do that. I had a vague idea of how he was but couldn't get it onto the page. In the end, I found a way to make it work. Hopefully, people like Nanwe the way Dana ends up liking him.

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I put together a prompt list for an October drawing challenge!

It's primarily run on twitter and bluesky, but I'll try to check in here too and rb over at @goodboyhuan. (I'm less active here, so feel free to @ or message me if you draw something!)

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Hey! What is the link of your history?

If you mean a link to my story, here you go!

Also a link to my Wattpad profile:

I am currently working on a project for the 2023 Wattys, so there won't be much activity for Danafinwe Feaelenion Feanorian until I need a break from my Wattys project or until after September. Hope this helps!

If you are interested, the first four chapters of my Wattys project will be out on July 17th. The premise is a prince is kidnapped, and a group of knights and two ladies(one a mage, the other a skilled fighter). They set out to find said prince. This is set during the Arthurian time period, and yes, the king whose son is kidnapped is King Arthur. Eventually, my project, like Danafinwe Feaelenion Feanorian, will have multiple books. But that will take some time.