#Failendis

[theelvenhaven]

Bonding

Vanifinwe x Reader  Caranthir x Reader Relationship

2.9k words

Request:  Hi , could I request for Vanifinwe bonding time with Caranthir's s/o? I lowkey have this idea of Vani being skeptical or unsure of the reader is perfect for Caranthir and then after spending time with them she warms up to them and knows they are the one for Caranthir because they are kind, patient and understanding? Caranthir can lool over the while thing? Thank you.

A/N: Honestly anon I don’t think you’re far off the mark at all about her being skeptical. I was happy to write this! I hope you enjoy! :)

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Your hands ran along the ball of clay that Vanifinwë had left on the table that was before you, with her clay sitting across from you while she milled about the room. This was the first time you were spending time with Vanifinwë that was not in passing or at a family even that you were invited too.

When you two did spend any time together at those events and dinners, Vanifinwë, while she was never cold, was clearly skeptical of you. Not as warm and invested in you as she had been with the significant others amongst your partners brothers. Though she was still very kind and polite, and not in a honeyed venom kind of way. So that much was a relief to know that you were somewhat in her good graces. 

“Have you ever sculpted before?” Her soft and lilt voice suddenly spoke up, pulling you from your thoughts as a basin of water was set next to you, and her rose perfume wafted into your face. You looked up at the Princess who held a neutral look on her face, hard to tell if she was pleased to be here or not. Or what it was she felt for you, but slowly you began to shake your head. 

“No I can’t say that I have, this would be a first for me.” You answered her in earnest, and you watched this time as a faint smile found her lips and she nodded her head. Walking around the table to sit across from you as she set her basin of water down next to the clay, rolling up her sleeves to her stained tunic and you began to mirror her seeing if the professional artist was doing it… well there must be some basis for why. 

“Perfect, hopefully you will find enjoyment in it.” She smiled to you, and you gave her a half-hearted smile in return, feeling a little nervous now. As you wanted to make a good and last impression on Vanifinwë as she seemed to be the only Fëanorian whose approval you didn’t know you had or not. 

“What are we going to do exactly with it?” You asked her, referring to the lump of clay,

“Sculpt anything you like, it can be a figure or an object if you wish it. I would’ve done pottery wheels… But I think this would be much easier for you to do. My only I suppose rule for this is try and add lots of detail.” She explained to you, still with that more charming smile, one that almost nerve-wracking reminded you of Feanaro and even Curufinwe. She was certainly her father’s daughter, and you suspected there was an ulterior motive to why you two were spending time together. Though you hoped it was because she wanted to get to know you personally. 

“Alright I think I can do that.” You answered her with some confidence, and without another word the two of you began to dive into your lumps of clay and began to sculpt away. A silence falling over the two of you, and you couldn’t tell if it was just your nerves getting the best of you, creating an imaginary tension or if there was a tension there between the two of you. 

Quietly you began to mull over what you wanted to make as you manipulated the clay between your fingers and hands, deciding that something simple would be more ideal. Perhaps a holder of some kind where spare quills or charcoal pencils could be stored, for Carnistir on his desk. With lots of little detail, but you honestly hadn’t the slightest clue how you’d put it together. 

But you weren’t going to let that stop you as you began to roll out some of your clay hoping to create a panel for the bottom. Then hoping to move on to create sides… Though you would need help for sure on putting it together. You were in your own world, focused on the clay panels you were creating that you forgot that Vanifinwë was even there in the room with you. 

She didn’t seem to be paying you any mind either, at least that was what you could assume until she finally opened her mouth to speak. 

“Y/N,” Her soft voice spoke up suddenly pulling you from your thoughts and you peered up to look at her, seeing how she was focused on the indiscernible object before her 

“How is it you and my brother came to court one another? I’m afraid I don’t remember or wasn’t present when it was told.” Being the last and youngest Fëanorian did have it’s drawbacks in the fact that sometimes she was forgotten or assumed to be present for all things in family matters or private speakings. Carnistir had never told her, and she assumed that he would’ve done so when he was ready, but he never did. Meaning everyone else but her knew and everyone assumed she knew. 

Piercing blue eyes peered up from the clay and looked over at you, and you could see the sparkle of curiosity in her eyes as she looked at you. Letting some of that impenetrable wall down in front of you, putting you a little more at ease to see her so relaxed with you. 

“Well…” You began with a fond sigh, picking up one of the clay tools in front of you that was to be shared between the two of you. 

“It came after one of the festivals that King Finwe hosted, we were out in the gardens when Carnistir pulled us somewhere secluded,” You began to smile as you worked, “He gently held my hand and asked me if I would court him. It was so sweet and endearing in the way he asked.” You tried not to gush and giving her the straightforward answer, you watched the way Vanifinwë seemed to smile some at your words. 

“Was it romantic? Or was he just his straightforward self?” She asked with more curiosity in her tone, and it certainly soothed you to hear her so curious in what it was you were talking about. Let alone about you as well, 

“It was more romantic, he… held my hands and brought them up to kiss. His voice was really soft and he stood really close and then he kissed me when I said yes. I was so nervous in that moment, but everything just felt so right and perfect.” You continued to gush more, and you watched as Vanifinwë seemed to wear some surprise at your description. 

“You are surprised?” You asked with your own confusion, wondering why it was she would be when Carnistir was a perfect gentleman with you. Romantic too especially when you two were in private with one another. Vanifinwë released a soft breath of amusement, as she paused in her work for a moment, leaning back on the stool and shifting to get more comfortable on it. 

“Yes, I am.” She answered you honestly, “Carnistir is usually so guarded and protective over how he feels, it is honestly hard for me to imagine him having such low walls with anyone else. Even with a romantic partner.” Now that was hard for you to imagine him being so guarded and protective in front of you, granted he wasn’t always the most forthcoming verbally, but he didn’t hide his emotions from you when you were present with him. 

“It is strange for me to hear you say that as I feel like he is always open with me about how he feels.” You said, your fingers gently cutting out square panels to be able to put on the bottom piece of clay to form your little miscellaneous holder. You watched as a fond smile found Vanifinwë’s lips at your words, unbeknownst to you Vanifinwë felt some relief to know that Carnistir trusted you so immensely. 

In truth she feared that you were just out to use Carnistir like many other elves had tried to do with before. Though he had thwarted them all, part of her could see what you meant to him and feared that you were no better than everyone else, she still had questions though before she’d make her final decision in how it was she felt about you. 

Nonetheless she already felt reassured by the words you were telling her, it was good to know her most guarded yet sensitive brother felt so good to be with you. She only hoped that you too felt the same way about him. Let alone the biggest trial which was dealing with his anger. As it ran off most other elves who finally got a taste of his wrath even if it wasn’t directed at them. 

“That is good that he trusts you so immensely to share his feelings with you, Y/N.” She said, offering you another smile as she began to continue working on her little sculpture before her. 

“Do you feel the same way? Like you can trust him with your feelings?” 

“If I am being honest, yes I do. I know if I tell him how I am feeling Carnistir will listen to me and support me in however I need it.” Your answer was reassuring to Vanifinwë, to know that it was reciprocal. She kept it to herself how many potential suitors couldn’t even answer that honestly, or how they’d immediately laugh out how they wouldn’t share such things with him. Or that it was foolish to attempt to do so. 

“I am relieved to hear it, if I am being honest with you.” Vanifinwë said to you as she continued to sculpt away, with another comfortable silence falling over the two of you for a moment while you two worked. But it didn’t last long as Vanifinwë opened her mouth to speak again. 

“What do you think of my brother?” She asked you, again there was a note of curiosity in her voice and for this you were excited to answer her, as you loved Carnistir and you loved being able to gush over him. You smiled widely as you looked to Vanifinwë and you watched as she seemed to soften tremendously at your expression. 

“I think he is wonderful, he is kind to me and such a gentleman.” You began, “I appreciate his kindness, I enjoy hearing his thoughts about things and he’s quite creative with some of the things he says. I think he is clever and I love to find a topic that gets him really passionate when he speaks.” You grinned widely with a fond sigh falling off your lips. 

“I love the way his face lights up when he gets to speaking about his favorite subjects. Though if I am being honest, I love the way his face reddens when he does something sweet and romantic.” Vanifinwë began to chuckle at your words, enthused to hear you speak so highly of Carnistir and that he had such a loving and adoring partner. It helped put her mind a lot at ease knowing that he had you. 

Vanifinwë was starting to feel silly that she had been so skeptical as Carnistir had always been so good at vetting those that didn’t care much about him. She should’ve trusted her brother on the matter, then again it was good to have confirmation for herself and having this talk and time to spend with one another. Though she had one final and important question for you:

“His temper, what do you think of it?” You were silent as her question, almost afraid to give your honest answer, it was becoming clear to you that Vanifinwë wanted to know what it was you thought of her brother. And if you were good enough for him and this question she posed made you concerned with the fact that it was hard not to be scared by Carnistir’s anger. Especially at its worst, you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t scare you. 

“It… intimidates me.” That was putting it lightly, “I have heard how bad it can get and I have seen it on occasion.” You answered her truthfully, you didn’t see a point in trying to hide it from her. There was the possibility that one day you could be siblings and you didn’t want to lie to her. It just wasn’t in your nature either. 

Vanifinwë nodded her head as she paused again in her work, and honestly you did too as the two of you looked at one another. There was a look of sympathy on her face as she hummed, 

“I understand entirely that his anger is intimidating.” She said to you in earnest and it brought relief that she too understood what that was like. If anything it surprised you too, because shouldn’t she be used to it? Vanifinwë did live with him and should be accustomed to all of his habits and outbursts. 

“Forgive me for asking… But shouldn’t you be used to it?” You asked with hesitation, but you watched as she began to chuckle at your question. Shaking her head no, making her long black ponytail swish at the motion, 

“Believe it or not no, I’ve never really… gotten used to his anger and wrath, and I don’t blame you for being intimidated by it. Though it says much that you would stay despite how intense it can be. But I hope he never aims it at you.” She said to you, and quickly you shook your head, holding your hands out as you did the motion, frantic to clear any of that up. 

“No! Eru no! Carnistir never aims it at me, it mostly seems to be at your brothers or other people who have gotten under his skin.” You answered her, and again Vanifinwë began to laugh softly at your reaction, with another sigh of relief leaving her lips. Nodding her head at what you told her, good she was glad that he didn’t direct his anger at you. 

“Good, I am glad for it. I am glad Carnistir cares so much about you Y/N and that you care about him.” Vanifinwë paused for a moment, and you didn’t speak, seeing as it appeared she might have something else to add. Your suspicions were confirmed a moment later, 

“I must confess, and must ask for your forgiveness, but I was… skeptical of you Y/N.” Her honesty surprised you and you couldn’t help but wear it on your face as you stared back at her. Vanifinwë gave you a more sheepish look, but she kept going. 

“It is just, Carnistir has had so many others view him for just his status or what he can do for them. Granted he has run them all off himself, I feared when he felt so strongly about you that he might be… blinded by his feelings for you I didn’t want him to get hurt. But I can see that is clearly not the case.” You were silent, and you felt an ache in your chest to know that Carnistir had been used before you. 

That so many had overlooked just how wonderful of a ner he was, and how gentle and loving he could be. Part of you, of course, grateful that none of it worked out, but you knew it must have hurt for him to have gone through those trials. 

“I can understand why you were skeptical hearing you say that… Poor Carnistir. That must have been difficult and painful for him to have gone through.” You watched Vanifinwë nod again with a more solemn and serious expression, her hands coming across the table to reach for yours that was sitting there. 

“Yes it was, but he has you. I shouldn’t have doubted you or his judgment. I hope that you are not upset with me, though I would understand if you were.” Gently you took her hand in yours to hold, and you watched as Vanifinwë gave you a warm smile at the returned platonic affection. You shook your head, 

“No, I am not upset, I understand. I would do the same for any of my siblings.” You said to her honestly and you felt her slender hand give yours a squeeze, and you smiled back at her. 

“I am relieved to hear you say that, Y/N-” As she spoke both of your eyes went to the square container you were making, only watching as the top began to cave in at the top of it and fold in on itself. The two of you snorted at the sight, interrupting Vanifinwë. 

“Now, let me help you with your project.” She laughed out, and you grinned nervously pulling your hand away to rub the back of your neck. 

“That would.. Be nice. I am pretty bad at this.” You mused to her, as Vanifinwë picked up her stool and walked it around the table to sit next to you. You scooted your stool some out of the way as she took her place next to you. 

“That is alright, I will help you.” Vanifinwë smiled at you, more warmly and friendlier, 

“Now here’s how we can fix this.” She began starting to show you what to do, and you couldn’t help but be relieved all that weird tension was gone. That she understood you better, so you tuned back into what she was telling you. Happy to spend this time with Vanifinwë, bonding with one another. 

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[theladyvanya]

A GORGEOUS Vanifinwë portrait done by the WONDERFUL @noldorinpainter

I am SO honored that they drew such a beautiful picture of my Vani 💖 she looks absolutely stunning! Your art style is so so so beautiful! Thank you so so so much for this! And the little adorable picture to go with it! 💖

[theelvenhaven]

Unexpected Gift

Little!Vanifinwe x Brothers

2.6k words

Make You Pretty | Enhanced Beauty | Breakfast Reveals | Unexpected Farewell | Unexpected Gift

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Carnistir was silent as he looked over the new stuffed rabbit he had sewn together. Vanifinwe had lost hers… permanently. A pup of Celegorm’s had mauled Sir Rabbit to the point that he couldn't be fixed or saved, all of his stuffing ripped out, his face ripped apart and fluffy bits of fabric had been left everywhere. She had been an inconsolable mess when she had arrived back to see the said surprise. Only to find him in shreds. 

It had been something Carnistir had thrown together as just sewing practice, never intending for it to become Vanifinwe’s comfort item. Yet it had been her most precious possession, and now he was gone. So Carnistir had taken it upon himself to create a new Sir Rabbit. 

One that was much nicer than the scrap fabric one. Especially seeing her so sad and even heartbroken over the loss of her toy. Nothing so far could replace Sir Rabbit, their parents- try as they might- offered up toys of all kinds to soothe her. Yet it just wasn’t the same for the elfling, rejecting all of them no matter how soft and beautiful that they were. No matter how many rabbits or even bears…. And little stuffed animal doggies were an absolute no for now. 

Vanifinwe wouldn’t even see Huan, distressed by any dog that got near her and what dolls she would play with. Even if Huan wasn’t responsible, the damage had been done. Tyelkormo had even been making efforts to try and soothe Vanifinwe and entertain her feeling guilty that it had been one of his pups that had gotten ahold of Sir Rabbit. 

No one knew how to fix it, save maybe Carnistir. Who had made this stuffed animal rabbit, look strikingly like Sir Rabbit, save he was made from exquisitely soft velveteen. What fabric bits and glass eyes and nose was left over, Carnistir was able to fashion them to the rabbit. Hoping it would offer her comfort and familiarity. 

He even remembered Sir Rabbit’s proportions. Which at the time had seemed so foolish that he remembered something as silly as a stuffed animal's proportions. But never had he been more grateful that he had until now. 

No one, save Curvo, had known that he had decided to take on the task of trying to recreate Sir Rabbit. Having spent weeks on making sure he was just right, and even making little prototypes he could give to her later as well if she was receptive to this one. Though he wasn’t wholly optimistic of what the outcome would be, and naturally Curvo hadn’t been much for reassurance either. 

Telling him that it was a waste of time seeing as Vanifinwe was just going to reject it just as she had every other stuffed animal that had been given to her. Going on to add that even if there was a slim possibility that she would take it… It was far too nice and she’d just destroy the beauty of the rabbit. This one was incredibly nice. A labor of love, as others would say describing things they’ve created. 

But Carnistir didn’t care if it would drug through the mud by the elfling, he just wanted to see his sister happy again. Who had been incredibly difficult in these last few weeks without her comfort item. Only Atya could console her and even then she wasn’t wholly cooperative for him either, still putting up a weak fight and getting teary eyed and only going to sleep if it was with him and on him. 

Their Amme and Atya’s bed had surely been crowded over the last couple weeks, and she would only stay up all night if she was left to her own devices in her room. Making her a mighty terror the following morning and day. Her behavior was completely uncharacteristic and it didn’t seem like she was getting over the loss any time soon. 

Everyone needed a break from Vanifinwe, and Vanifinwe needed a break from her very big emotions for someone so little. 

Gently Carnistir ran his thumb across the reddish brown velveteen, looking into those little glass blue eyes that were chipped with a tooth mark or two and its little button nose. His hand squeezed making sure Sir Rabbit was fluffy enough, coming down to its feet where he had sewn a patchwork of the old scraps onto them. With a little star on the bottom in fine gold embroidery. 

Nothing like the Feanorian star, just something simple that he knew little Vanifinwe would enjoy once she saw it. He sighed out, before standing from his sewing table. Knowing he wouldn’t be fully satisfied until he knew whether or not his little sister was satisfied with the new Sir Rabbit. 

Leaving his room, Carnistir began to make his way through the hallways. Passing by maids and servants, ner and nis who were there for reasons Carnistir didn’t care about. So he paid them no mind, save for when they greeted him, he tried to at least nod in their direction. To have a semblance of courtesy towards them, though today that was not his sole focus. 

It was the sounds of Vanifinwe’s disgruntled voice that began to fill the hallway. Her little foot stamping down onto the floor and Carnistir could hear the pout on her lips as she spoke to Tyelkormo in a sad tone. Quietly he crept to the door of her room, passing by Huan who lay loyally outside the door even if Vanifinwe wouldn’t let him in. Only to find Tyelkormo dressed… interestingly…

A small satin cap was around his neck, and his platinum hair were in an array of numerous pigtails sticking off all around his head. Carnistir curled his lips inwards to see him, trying not to smile or laugh to see him in such a manner. It only added to the hilarity as he jingled when he moved, holding a doll in one hand with other hand on his hip, dressed with bangles on each wrist and jewelry draping from his neck. 

From what he could see there was red lipstick smeared across his face, and his eyes were hastily done with lots and lots of blush… In fact almost his whole face was pink. He really had been trying to do anything to make things better for their baby sister. Carnistir would certainly credit him with that much at least. Any other time he’d have a slew of insults and would laugh at him, but Tyelkormo spoke next;

“Vani, you are clearly tired. You need a nap.” Tyelkormo said in a firm but exasperated voice, but the little elfling only humphed out folding her arms even tighter across her wrinkled red dress. 

“I want Atya.” She rebutted in a sad voice, her little lip poking out and quivering slightly. Making Tyelkormo sigh out again, trying to reason with an elfling who had their mind set on something was impossible. Especially one with a will like their father’s. 

“Vani… Atya is busy working, he cannot be here for you today.” Tyelkormo tried to reason despite himself, knowing it was only going to fail. But Vanifinwe only began to sniffle, bringing her hands up to cover her eyes with the heel of her hand. Something she did when she tried not to cry, 

“Vani… Don’t cry…” Tyelkormo said in a surprisingly soft voice, moving to approach her with a little swoosh coming from his cape, Carnistir watched as he kneeled down and brought his hands to her shoulders. Trying to pull her into him for a hug, but he was met with resistance. Vanifinwe immediately began to pull away from Tyelko.

“I want Atya! I don’t want you!” The elfling rebutted in a weepy voice, Carnistir watched as his hasty tempered brother was quickly losing his patience and he found it was his cue to step in. Before Tyelkormo couldn’t handle anymore, seeing as he had been the sole person to spend time with her in an effort to make up for what his pup had done to Sir Rabbit. He knew when his brother was at his breaking point and Vanifinwe was quickly driving him there. 

“Vani-” But before he could say anything else, Vanifinwe was already there hugging his leg sniffling. 

“Moryo, tell Tyelko I don’t him, I want Atya.” He heard Tyelkormo groan and when Carnistir looked up at him he couldn’t tell if his face was reddened with frustration or not. For the love of Eru… Generous with the makeup had been an understatement of what was going on with his face. 

Regardless Carnistir began to squat down and held one arm out to coax her into a hug, and though she was reluctant Vanifinwe went into his arm immediately. Bringing Tyelkormo to both feel frustration that it was so easy for Carnistir, and relieved that she wanted someone other than him. Everyone had certainly shouldered some of the blame onto him, even if they hadn’t said it directly. 

So he went and sat down at one of the tiny chairs in the room, resting his head in his hand and watching Carnistir and Vanifinwe interact. 

“I know Vani, but Atya said he was busy today.” Carnistir said in a gentle voice, and he could hear her whimper out. Before burying her face into his chest, she was exhausted and it was clear in the way that she acted and from what he had seen on her face too. He only wrapped his arm a little tighter around her shoulders and hugging her close. 

For a long moment the pair stayed like this, with his arm wrapped around her letting her keep her face buried into his chest. She was unmoving from her spot, and after sometime Carnistir and Tyelkormo both shared a look, both wondering if she had finally fallen asleep before he felt her shift in his hold. Starting to fidget and bring her arms up to hug his neck, her little fingers fiddling with the collar of his tunic. 

“Vani, I have something for you.” Carnistir said softly, feeling her only continue to hold him for a long moment, before she finally pulled away. Her hand coming to gently wipe away the tears that wet her lashes, 

“You do?” She asked sniffling still, and Tyelkormo shot him a look telling him no. Due to the fact he knew where this was going, Tyelkormo didn’t want to deal with a full blown meltdown because the stuffed animal didn’t work out. He vigorously shook his head at Carnistir’s words in an effort to deter him. But it was too late. 

“I made this for you.” Carnistir answered, looking at his little sister who looked up at him with big blue eyes watching him with sleepy curiosity. Quietly bringing out the new floppy velveteen rabbit out from behind his back. For a moment there was silence as her big eyes moved to land on the rabbit that he was holding out to her. 

Like all the others for a moment she brought her hands up to her eyes, before Carnistir watched her peek out from behind them looking back at the floppy rabbit again. All was still as they both held their breath waiting to see how Vanifinwe would react to the rabbit, even Tyelkormo had to do a double take seeing as it looked strikingly similar to the last rabbit. 

But after a moment, Vanifinwe pulled her hands away from her eyes and gently reached out for the rabbit. Quietly she held the rabbit in her hands, looking down at it’s glass eyes before she began to grow emotional. Not because she hated it, because it was just like Sir Rabbit, except he was brown instead of blue and gray. 

“You made this for me?” Vanifinwe asked tearfully, slowly beginning to bring the rabbit up to clutch tightly to her chest in a hug. Carnistir began to nod at her words, letting a little smile come to his lips seeing that she was so accepting of the stuffed rabbit. Tyelkormo threw his head back, sighing in relief as he leaned back in the little chair. Finally the reign of terror from the inconsolable elfling was over. 

“Thank you hanyo, I loves hims so much.” She began in a weepy voice, starting to cry as she moved back in to hug Carnistir. Even hugging the rabbit, felt just like Sir Rabbit. Carnistir came and brought both of his arms around her, picking her up from the floor as she rested her head against his shoulder. Still tightly clutching the new rabbit. 

“Thank Eru Iluvatar.” Tyelkormo breathed out, relieved that finally someone had come up with something to soothe her. He didn’t even have the heart to chastise Carnistir for taking so long, just glad that it had finally been done. 

It took hardly any time for Vanifinwe to grow comfortable on her brother's shoulder, closing her eyes as the tears finally quelled themselves and growing limp in his hold as she fell asleep in his arms. Carnistir simply held her close before the pair looked at one another, 

“Don’t say it.” Tyelkormo said defensively, seeing the faint smirk on Carnistir’s lips. Knowing that he was going to tell him how he looked like shit, and that was perhaps the understatement of the century. Tyelkormo rose to his feet, his pigtails flopping about from the force in which he stood, ready to defend himself from his brother. 

“You look like shit.” Carnistir said it anyways and Tyelkormo shot Carnistir a glare, 

“I know. But what was I supposed to do, tell her no after what happened?” He grumbled out, folding his arms over his chest. Vanifinwe only stirred slightly in his hold, taking in a deep and shaky breath, squeezing the new rabbit in her hold even tighter to her. Both ner grew quiet for a moment, watching her on baited breath a little fearful she would wake up. 

“I am taking a break. To get this-” Tyelkormo began to wave and motion to his face that was slathered in makeup, “Off my pretty face.” Carnistir snorted at Tyelkormo’s words, 

“I don’t know, I think it is just better hiding what’s under there.” 

“ Watch it. ” Tyelkormo growled out angrily, coming to undo the tie on the little cape around his neck, making Carnistir release a breathy chuckle. Happy to see him so riled up and upset for once, rather than causing Carnistir to be so upset. 

Tyelkormo grumbled out, snatching the little cape from around his neck and setting it on the table, before he began to walk out of the room. While Carnistir began to move to the bed to sit on while Vanifinwe napped against him, he supposed he could take some time to cuddle with her. It wasn’t often Vanifinwe wanted anyone to cuddle with her while she slept- except Atya recently. 

Tyelkormo paused at the threshold of the door for a moment, debating on what he should say. 

“Thanks, I guess.” He said turning to look at Carnistir, who looked back at Tyelkormo as if he had grown a second and third head. Did he just thank him? For giving Vani her new toy? Or was it because it had spared him from having to argue with the elfling?

“Don’t look at me like that. And don’t get used to it, it’s the only thanks you’re getting.” Tyelkormo said in a temperamental tone, before he stormed out of the room with Huan right on his heels following him. Carnistir only leaned back against the headboard of the bed and closed his eyes, holding his little sister. Wondering if he too would be partial for a little nap with her. 

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[theelvenhaven]

Pretty Negotiators

Ambarussa x Vanifinwe

2.6k Words

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Vanifinwë came running down the hallway as she spied Ambarussa walking into the household, squealing with excitement as she bounced and skipped in her run. A big beaming grin on her face, bringing the two from their conversation to see her coming full speed right at them. Pityafinwë leaned down to hold out his arms and lift her from the floor. 

“Vani! It is so good to see you!” Pityo said and Vanifinwë threw her arms around his neck as she hugged her hanyo snugly. 

“I misseded you so much!” Vanifinwë said to her Pityo before pulling away from him and leaning towards Telufinwë, who reached to take her from Pityafinwë. Her arms also came around his neck to hug him close to her, and Telufinwë rubbed her back tenderly as he held her. 

They had been gone on a hunting excursion for the last couple of weeks, missing out on a lot of the excitement that was going on in the household. So had Tyelkormo but Vanifinwë had seen her Tyelko already, who promised her that Pityo and Telvo would play with her when they got home. 

“Will you guys play with me?” Vanifinwë asked, Nelyafinwë was busy with their grandfather and Atya. Makalaure was gone for a recital today, and Carnistir was particularly in a mood now that Tyelkormo was back. And Curvo… Well Curvo never wanted to play with Vanifinwë. At least, not in the ways she wanted to play. 

“Of course we will nesa! We will have lots of fun together and everything!” Pityafinwë said not thinking about what she might have up her sleeve, and they both watched as a big and happy grin spread across her face at the idea that they were going to come and play with her. 

“YAY!” Vanifinwë squealed out, clapping her hands together and the twins began to chuckle at her reaction. The little one began to wiggle out of Telufinwë’s hold, forcing him to set her down and she was quick to grab both of their hands and begin to try and drag them along. 

“What are we going to play, Vani?” Telufinwë asked her and Vanifinwë thought for a long moment as they began their trek through the halls to her bedroom. Where there the games could begin and Vanifinwë had the perfect game in mind. She needed their help with talking to Tyelkormo and she was going to make them extra pretty for the occasion. 

“It’s a secret.” She whispered out to him, as she continued to drag them down the halls, the pair only exchanged a look between one another. They had an inkling as to where this was going and she didn’t want to get rejected. Both of them sighed out softly knowing that makeup was going to be involved undoubtedly. 

They only silently continued their trek through the hallway, both of them deciding it was best not to argue with her whims and desires seeing as she had been without them for so long. Before the finally came to her bedroom door, for it to open and there they saw chaos in her room. Stuffing was everywhere, dolls were torn apart, it looked as though her room had been ransacked, and the only thing that seemed to be safe was King Rabbit that she had Nelyo put up high when she left the room this morning. Knowing this was going to happen. 

“Vani? What happened to your room?” Pityafinwë asked as she continued to lead them in before letting go of their hands and pointing to the chairs for them to sit in. Both brothers exchanged another glance between one another and sighed out moving to pick up the knocked over chairs and sitting down in them. While Vanifinwë came over to her dresser to start pulling makeup out of it, before she came over to them with a palette in hand and stopped in front of them. 

“I needs to make you pretty, so you can talk to Tyelko.” Vanifinwë said beginning her explanation as she dug her finger into a copper shade on the palette and came to Telufinwë to smear it all over his eyelids. 

“And why do we need to talk to Tyelko? What does it have to do with your room?” Telufinwë asked her as she continued- generously- applying copper eyeshadow to his lids. Vanifinwë paused and sighed as Telufinwë opened his eyes, 

“Because his puppies keeps getting in here and tearing up my stuffs.” She said to him, before she moved over to Pityafinwë and dug her finger around in a deep chocolate brown shade and Pityo closed his eyes. 

“Have you tried talking to him about it Vani?” Pityafinwë asked her and Vanifinwë began to nod her head as she drug her finger over his eyelids and smearing the brown around wildly over his eyelids. Telufinwë only began to snort at the mess she was making on his twins face, at least now people would be able to tell them apart for a short period of time, 

“Yes, and he says I should just keeps my door closed. But Amme won’t let me close my doors ‘cause I can’ts open it by myself.” Vanifinwë said to him, and pulled away to march right back to her dresser indignantly, Pityafinwë shot Telufinwë a glare for his snorting. But it didn’t last long as he began to crack up at the copper bits all over his face too. At least he wasn’t the only one who looked crazy. 

Vanifinwë marched back over with a blush brush in hand and a palette of blush… or maybe bronzer as Amme had called it before. They knew enough about makeup now thanks to Vanifinwë and what little bit their Amme used, 

“Well that’s not very fair.” Telufinwë said with a frown as he watched Vanifinwë swirl the brush into the bronzer before she started on Pityafinwë’s cheeks, applying a heavy orangey brown to his cheeks, and jaw and temple. None of it blended in so he just had spots of “tan” applied to his face. Telufinwë grinned at the sight of him and his now orange face, oh this was just too good. Even if he knew he was next, it was hilarious to see what happened to his brother at Vanifinwë’s hands. 

“How do I look, Vani?” Pityafinwë asked her, and Vanifinwë paused to admire her work for a moment. 

“Very tan.” She said simply marching back to the dresser and pulling out a different palette of blush, this time it was absolutely a true orange. Telufinwë pulled his lips into a thin line as she dipped her brush in it and approached him and it was Pityafinwë’s turn to begin chuckling at the sight of what was about to happen. 

“Why thank you, are you going to make Telvo tan?” Pityafinwë asked, and Vanifinwë shrugged dragging the brush across his nose and cheeks. 

“No just blushes. But will you guys talk to Tyelko for me? Please?” She asked as she pulled the brush away from his face and looked up at him with big pleading eyes. Telufinwë felt his heart swell before he looked to Pityafinwë and they both began to nod. 

“Yes Vani, we will talk to Tyelko for you.” Telufinwë answered for both of them, and they both watched the way that she began to smile and jump up and down with excitement. 

“Thank you hanyo’s!” She squeaked out and they both began to laugh at her excitement, and probably relief that an adult was going to speak with him. Even if they only had eighty years on her, they were still indeed older than she. Vanifinwë hurried to go and put the blush away, before she began to dig around for jewelry in another drawer. 

Both twins held still as she attached clip on earrings and put necklaces over their head, layering so many that their necks felt heavy before she hurried off to her toy bin. Still they didn’t move, simply waiting to see what she would do, before she came out with a cape in each hand.

“Here put these on.” She directed firmly and they both took a black cape from her hands. A cape that was only Vanifinwë sized, but that didn’t stop them from doing as she said.Tying the cape around their necks and making sure the little bit of it draped down their backs. 

“How do we look, Vani?” Telufinwë asked, and Vanifinwë looked at them for a moment and hummed, placing a hand on her chin as her finger tapped her cheek. Her frilly pink gown swaying as she did so, 

“Beautiful! You looks amazing!” Vanifinwë finally decided bouncing in place for a moment, before she ran over to grab their hands and pull them up out of the chairs. The twins got up from their seats and let her pull them along out of the room and down the hallway. Vanifinwë didn’t say anything as she stood between them, holding each of their hands as they began to try and search for Tyelkormo. 

It was no secret to those that worked on the estate that the Feanorian brothers were an absolute sucker for their littlest sister and let her draw all over their faces very… um well creatively. But all they did was smile and snicker as they passed them by, or got the occasional awe from the lady servants who found it so cute that they’d indulge their little sister. It really was an endearing sight even despite how crazy and ridiculous the makeup looks might be. 

Finally Vanifinwë could hear Tyelkormo talking to someone and she hurriedly began to pull them along with her right in his direction. There he stood talking to Curufinwë, his back to them but Curufinwë’s eyes landed on Ambarussa and began to look them up and down, biting back the sneer at their appearance. 

“Tyelko!” Vanifinwë said, bringing the ner to swivel around on the ball of his foot and look at his siblings, with a grin spreading across his face. Laughing at the sight of the “well dressed” twins, and Vanifinwë the little ring leader in the middle. Oh this had worked out better than he thought it would by talking Vanifinwë into asking them to play with her. 

After all those weeks of being at her mercy it was nice to see that someone else was at her mercy for a change. His scalp felt relief at the sight of them, as did his face without having to wear anymore makeup. 

“My oh my Vanifinwë who do you have here?” He chuckled folding his arms over his chest as Curufinwë took his place next to Tyelkormo. Vanifinwë didn’t smile though, she pursed her lips and scowled some at him. Making him quirk a brow up at her reaction. 

“These are my neragotiatorers.” She said seriously, and it made Pityafinwë and Telufinwë begin to chuckle at her words. Trying to look serious as they cleared their throats and stood tall, nodding their heads in unison and in agreement of the little lady. 

“Negotiators? For what? To talk to me?” Tyelkormo asked with some surprise, seeing that they were going along with it. They only waited for Vanifinwë to nod her head again, 

“Yes, and theys can tell you why.” She said matter-of-factly folding her arms over her chest, and the twins looked down at her before looking back to Tyelkormo. 

“Well?” He asked, 

“We have come to negotiate on behalf of the Lady Vanifinwë, and her bedroom.” Telufinwë was the first to speak up as he oh so delicately steepled his fingers together. Pointing them in Tyelkormo’s direction, but he only raised his brows and began to shrug, 

“Allow me to elaborate, your.. Creatures.. Are wreaking havoc on the young Lady’s room.” Pityafinwë said and then it clicked for Tyelkormo, they were talking about his dogs getting into her room. Tyelkormo began to shrug his shoulders at her “negotiators” words. 

“So close the door Vani.” But Vani only stamped her foot down angrily and looked up at him in anger, but Telufinwë placed a hand on her shoulder. 

“The Lady’s mother has prohibited her from shutting the bedroom door as it is too hard for the Lady to open it.” Telufinwë said and Tyelkormo sighed out as he looked down at Vanifinwë who was staring intensely back at him. 

“I see, that is a problem.” Tyelkormo said nonchalantly, which only seemed to get a rise further out of Vanifinwë, but the twins kept her calm and relaxed. There was an air of reassurance that they were going to handle everything. That she’d be okay and alright to not have to worry about whether or not Tyelkormo would agree or not. 

“Yes it is, and you should help out by agreeing to keep the creatures at bay. We don’t need to lose King Rabbit.” At the mention of Vanifinwë’s new stuffed animal that had saved him all those weeks ago from being at her mercy his face dropped. Recognizing immediately where this could go wrong, like he needed another one of his pups to destroy that Rabbit. Carnistir would kill him too if his hard work was torn up and their sister heartbroken again. 

“Ah a favor for not only Lady Vanifinwë but for King Rabbit too? Well why didn’t you say so? I suppose I can take extra care to make sure that the pups are confined to a certain part of the estate grounds and keep you and King Rabbit safe.” Tyelkormo said to Vanifinwë who seemed to heave out a heavy sigh of relief at his words to know that she’d not have to worry about the dogs anymore. 

“Thank you hanyo.” Vanifinwë said in her relieved voice making everyone smile, though Curufinwë’s eyes were on Ambarussa still and not their littlest sibling. He didn’t and couldn’t understand how Vanifinwë could manage to rope them into playing such games with her. 

“Just one more final thing for negotiations, you should have to help pick up her room with our help of course… To make up for the atrocities.” Telufinwë added, and Vanifinwë perked up tremendously and unfolded her arms to go and grab Tyelkormo’s hand. Who didn’t look enthused, 

“Yes! I need help! Please hanyo?” She asked with big blue eyes, and Tyelkormo sighed out heavily and relented. 

“Alright, alright. Fine. I’ll help.” Vanifinwë released a shriek of a yay and began to pull Tyelkormo along quickly, practically running and making him speedwalk. Ambarussa only laughed and then playfully bowed to Curufinwë who began to scoff, 

“Why do you even let her bother? You two look ridiculous.” Curufinwë asked, almost looking down his nose at Ambarussa in their ridiculous makeup and costumes. But it was there turn to wear a darker expression on their faces, always was he making some underhanded comment about Vanifinwë dressing them up. Neither understood why it mattered to him, 

“And? She’s happy and that’s what matters.” Pityafinwë responded defensively, and Curufinwë shrugged at his words. Pocketing a small book that he usually kept on his person, a frown still on his lips as he looked his twin brothers over and their ridiculous makeup and costume. 

“Well I can say with confidence she’s never going to ensnare me in these childish games you all indulge her.” He said with a snort, before he brushed past the both of them. Telufinwë ground his teeth at his words, before looking over at Pityo. 

“I say we find a way to change that.” Telvo said in a soft voice as Curufinwë grew out of earshot. Pityafinwë turned his head to look at his brother with a smile at this, oh that was a perfect idea. 

“Let’s bring it up with Tyelko. After we help clean up the room as promised.” Pityafinwë said, beginning to formulate a plan in his head. They’d have to talk to him when they were alone, if not Vanifinwë would proverbially spill the beans about the whole thing and ruin their chance to get back at Curvo. 

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[theelvenhaven]

Not So Secret

Vanifinwe x Family

2.1k words

Request: Hey is there any possibility to do a request about your Original character Vanifinwe and their family discovering she is dating an elf during the days of peace in Valinor? Maybe a Vanyar elf from the house of Ingwe? 🤪

A/N: Absolutely you can! I always take requests for Vani! :) Hope you enjoy!

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Vanifinwë was quiet as her brothers all chattered along to one another around the dinner table. Her fork gently pushing around her food as she wore a faint smile on her lips as she recounted her morning with Ingwion. It had been sweet and tender, the way he held her hand and kissed it. Even better was the sweet poem he had written her to take home with her, and she read it over and over again. 

Practically memorizing the poem he had written to her, now the issue was just trying to find a way to break the news of courtship to her father. Ingwion had been confident that his father would see no issue with their courtship and that their union would be welcomed. But there was her father to contest with… Seeing as he shirked off every blond that wasn’t the same shade as his mother’s and Tyelkormo. 

It made her hesitate, she had been trying all week as she told Ingwion she would tell him this week so they could make a formal announcement. As he said he’d tell his father this week too, but Vanifinwë found it harder and harder the longer time went on and she was quickly running out of time. 

But she tried not to dwell on that as she pushed her food around some more before picking up the glass of wine to sip on. Still lost completely in her thoughts, 

“What’s on your mind anelya? You’ve been awfully quiet.” Fëanaro’s voice suddenly spoke up over the hustle and bustle at the table, that didn’t stop just because he was talking to her now. Vanifinwë began to blush some, figuring she would be overlooked by her father and what was going on with her. Like he had for the past week or so, but no… This time he was paying too much attention to her. 

Unbeknownst to her, Fëanaro had noticed her change in behavior and had been carefully watching her all week. Someone had come into her life and she wasn’t being very forthcoming with the information. He wanted to support his daughter, but couldn’t if she didn’t give him the opportunity too. He loved her and if this ner or nis made her happy who was he to be upset otherwise?

“Oh-I-Uh nothing Atya.” Vanifinwë lied with a stutter trying not to look so wide eyed, catching Tyelkormo’s attention who began to grin as he looked at her. Vanifinwë turned her head away from their father to look at him and immediately she paled, oh no. He knew. 

Eru damn him, she thought to herself because now their father was going to know for certain who she was courting. Or at least trying to court. 

“Oh I know what’s on her mind.” Tyelkormo said, and Vanifinwë shot him a glare, grateful the rest of their brothers were still distracted with one another. Too busy to notice the chaos that was about to ensue… But she supposed they’d be roped into it then. She set her goblet down on the table as Fëanaro opened his mouth to speak. 

“Oh? Do you now? I did not realize you were well acquainted with Vanifinwë’s mind to know better.” Fëanaro said, skewing a sharp black eyebrow as he looked down at his son and Nerdanel sighed out knowing an argument was bound to ensue if she didn’t intervene now. 

“Tyelko, it is not your place to be telling Vanifinwë’s business.” But the ner just grinned out mischievously, and Nerdanel dead panned her son. Giving him a warning look, but Tyelkormo was not deterred by any of his parents- let alone his sister- trying to deter him from spilling the proverbial beans. 

“She’s thinking about kissing- OW!” Tyelkormo switched to a growl as there was a thud against his shin from Vanifinwë’s foot. Her glare was even more fierce than his, rubbing his shin he stuck his tongue out at her as if that would stick it to her. 

“Ingwion! She’s thinking about Ingwion!” Tyelkormo practically hollered out quickly before his sister could get in another shot at his shins or knees and Vanifinwë’s face began to blush a bright red. Her eyes went wide and she clenched her jaw tight as she stared at her brother, 

“Traitor!” She responded in a hiss, and Fëanaro paused in his eating as Nerdanel began to choke on her drink and all eyes fell on Vanifinwë. Oftentimes she was used to the dead pan of her brothers all staring at her. But not when it came to matters of the heart, Vanifinwë kept those things under lock and key until she was ready to share them. 

But clearly Tyelkormo was going to do it anyways, regardless of her attempts to try and top him from telling the whole world. Vanifinwë was usually brave and courageous, but she wished to sink to the floor and under the table away from Fëanaro’s prying eyes that stared intensely at her. 

“Why is Vanifinwë thinking about Ingwion?” There was an edge to his voice, one that spelled out disapproval for Vanifinwë. But it didn’t stop Tyelkormo now that he got the attention he was wholly desiring to get in telling his sisters business, 

“Tyelko, not another word.” Nerdanel said firmly, but Fëanaro moved his eyes from Vanifinwë who was hiding her face in her hands, to Nerdanel. 

“No, I want to know. Why is Vanifinwë thinking about someone who is related to Indis?” Indis came out in a hiss, and the scowl on her fathers face had grown tenfold. Nerdanel looked to Fëanaro and then to Vanifinwë, gently bringing her hand to hold Vanifinwë’s arm as she kept her face hidden in her hands. Nerdanel knew precisely why Vanifinwë was thinking of Ingwion, Tyelkormo didn’t need to explain any further. 

“Because they were k-i-s-s-i-n-g.” Tyelkormo said teasingly, singing ‘kissing’ like one would do in the rhymes. Fëanaro’s face went from frustration to shock and then right back to frustration, 

“Tyelkormo that is enough.” Nerdanel retorted out sharply, but Tyelkormo only smiled at his mother innocently, 

“Anelya, look at me. Were you kissing that ner? While you aren’t courting for starts!?” He said in exasperation, as if it were some great surprise that his daughter would have a romantic interest in someone. Though Vanifinwë knew it was mostly because of her choice of ner, who wasn’t from a good Noldorin background. 

But a Vanyarin one instead. 

Like Indis. Related to Indis. 

Finally Vanifinwë took a deep breath and lifted her head up from her hands and looked at her father, blinking back the tears of embarrassment. She could strangle Tyelkormo right about now, but she wasn’t going too. It wouldn’t change that the cat was virtually out of the bag now. Nerdanel only moved to gently start rubbing herback. 

“Why were you kissing him?” There was a note of disgust in his voice at the idea of her kissing a family member of Indis. 

“Because… We are… courting, Atya.” Vanifinwë faltered, usually not afraid to stand up to her father but for the moment she was. Knowing how big of a no no this was, he despised Indis and that included the family she came from despite how cordial he might be to Ingwe when he had to interact with them. 

The whole room was silent and everyone looked between one another save Vanifinwë and Fëanaro who stared at one another. The blush was still evident on her face, rivaling the color of her gown she wore. She could see her father run through a myriad of emotions as he sat at the head of the table, leaning back in his chair and resting his chin on his hand, clenching his jaw and his brows were furrowed. 

No one knew whether to give Vanifinwë congratulations or their condolences at the moment, seeing the predicament she was in. For once the youngest was in some kind of trouble- needlessly so in all of her brothers eyes. But Tyelkormo was reveling in the chaos he had caused, knowing as always their father would come around for her. Though Vanifinwë wasn’t so sure that he would this time.

“Why? Why in Eru’s name are you courting him?” He asked trying not to hiss it out to her, keeping his scowl and not moving from his spot, 

“Naro, you are being far too harsh.” Nerdanel chimed in, but Fëanaro didn’t budge. Vanifinwë swallowed thickly for a moment, as she sat back in her chair shooting Tyelkormo a glare. She supposed it was better they got it over with now, but not quite in this manner. Damn him. 

“Atya we are courting because we have feelings for another, I care for Ingwion regardless of who he shares relation with.” Vanifinwë answered a little more firmly and with confidence about her decision and why she was courting Ingwion. The bandage was ripped off now, so there was no turning back. But Fëanaro still didn’t seem too pleased by her answer, he knew he should’ve kept her somewhere else while Ingwion was visiting on business…

“For the love of Eru Vanifinwë, you know how I feel about that family.” Fëanaro said to her in exasperation,

“Feel that way about Indis if you will Atya, but I don’t see what Ingwion has to do with her. They are simply related distantly and has nothing to do with me and Ingwion’s feelings for one another.” Vanifinwë said arguing back, 

“Atya, Vanifinwë should be able to court whom she pleases, Ingwion is a good ner.” Nelyafinwë spoke up garnering Fëanaro’s attention, who quietly thunk over his eldest sons words. Which were true, she bit her tongue as Makalaurë seemed to open his mouth to speak, 

“Yes I agree with Nelyo, he is a good and respectable ner and Atya he’s Prince, which I am sure you know since he has been around the Palace.” Makalaurë added, and Vanifinwë watched as Carnistir hummed and so did Curufinwë. She quietly hoped that they too would come to her rescue on this matter and not give their father a chance to argue with her further and force her to end the courtship. 

“He is agreeable… Too kind if you want my opinion on the matter.” Curufinwë grumbled as if it were reprehensible that Ingwion have such a good heart, the only people who wouldn’t have an opinion on Ingwion were Tyelkormo and Ambarussa. Carnistir simply didn’t look like he was in the mood to say something on the subject knowing it would just be crass retaliation. 

“So all of you are just going to supersede me on this matter?” Fëanaro asked in an offended tone as he looked between them all, all of them made a face and began to nod at their fathers words and Vanifinwë sighed in relief. 

“I mean she could do worse.” Tyelkormo finally added with a shining smile, Vanifinwë still wanted to strangle him for even opening up this can of worms. Though it was finally out in the open and this time she seemed to have her brothers backing her, even Tyelkormo despite him opening this mess up for her father. 

Fëanaro on the other hand was fuming that his whole family would turn on him so quickly and not in defense of his hatred of Indis and her family. He ground his teeth and his face began to turn red, this time it was Nerdanel’s turn to put a hand on her husband to try and comfort him. 

“Naro.. This is the only ner Vanifinwë has shown interest in, we should be supportive.” Nerdanel said sweetly, softening Fëanaro only a little bit. He looked to Nerdanel before taking a big huff out of his nose, 

“I need time to think…” He grumbled out, scooting out his chair and moving to leave before he stormed off from the room. 

“I could kill you.” Vanifinwë said to Tyelkormo immediately, and he began to laugh giving her his most charming smile. 

“But you won’t. Plus thank me for it, now you and Ingwion can do your official announcement or whatever.” Tyelkormo said to her, and there was a collective sigh in frustration, 

“There were better ways to do it than doing that Tyelko.” Nerdanel chastised, and Tyelkormo simply shrugged before he too began to leave the table. Vanifinwë simply sat backin her chair taking a deep breath. 

“He’ll come around, Vani.” Maitimo said, though he hid the uncertainty that was in his voice, not wishing to worry her. But Vanifinwë herself seemed skeptical of that, regardless she gave him a small smile. 

“I sure hope so.” 

“Now that everything is not so secret anymore, when do we meet him?” Makalaurë asked and Vanifinwë smiled. 

“Soon I hope, once Atya has calmed down.” She responded,

“Perfect, in the meantime I think you owe us details on how this courtship came about.” Maitimo answered with a smile. 

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[theelvenhaven]

Amilesse

Feanor x Nerdanel ft. Vanifinwe

3k Words

Surprise! | Amilesse

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Nerdanel smiled softly as she sat on a stool just at the threshold of her workshop, watching as her youngest and final child run around with her eldest son who pretended to chase after her. Vanifinwë’s cries and squeals of delight were adorable and it warmed her heart to see how Maitimo got on so well once more with another one of his little siblings.

Nerdanel smiled, with a soft laughter leaving her lips, as the elfling ran away with her little red dress flouncing with her bouncing steps and her curly hair bouncing and flowing in the gentle breeze of Manwe. Maitimo making gentle threats of how he was going to capture her, which only further delighted the toddler to squeal out peels of laughter.

Yet despite it all a stress was looming over Nerdanel’s head. Even as she watched her carefree youngest and only daughter play with her big brother. The sight should’ve eased all of her worries and concerns but it didn’t.

Foresight had paid it’s visit to Nerdanel finally regarding Vanifinwë.

Showing that it was time to pick an amilesse- a mothers name- for her daughter. Yet despite all the joy that was here currently, Nerdanel was met with strife and conflict, a long and daunting future for her little girl. One that came in flashes in her minds eye when she had been resting. It scared her for her daughter.

The sight of swords and fire, unfamiliar forests, with energetic stress that had consumed her before peace finally made itself present with rich waterfalls and elven architecture. One that was so far in the distant future… It felt as though it took ages in her sleep to get to that point.

Vanifinwë had a long future ahead of her, a fate tha was unavoidable despite how many times Nerdanel tried to take the reins in the dream and control what came next. To try and tamper with fate, to see what she could do differently to change what could happen to her sweet little girl. It was a heavy burden, and felt equally as heavy when she had tried to name Amrod, Umbarto. Much to Fëanaro’s heavy distress until he convinced her to change his name.

At least with that the next dream that had visited her regarding Amrod it was eased with the name change. Yet try as she mull over less prophetic names for her daughter, the dreams were always the same.

Fire and smoke, swords of steel under a starry sky, untamed wild lands, before intermittent peace here or there before finally the waterfalls and elven architecture ended her dreams. It never changed, no matter how hard or how many names Nerdanel went through to give Vanifinwë something meaningful something that Fëanaro would approve of.

Yet all that came to mind was Anamartindë.

Long Fated Woman.

Fëanaro was going to hate it, it was going to be an argument no doubt. Their darling daughter didn’t deserve such a heavy and prophetic name such as Anamartindë, but the more Nerdanel thought on it. The more it stuck in her mind. This time there was no winning and Fëanaro wasn’t going to get his way, as much as Nerdanel would love to give into the whim of giving her a name that wasn’t that.

She sighed heavily letting worry crinkle on her brows, before she gave a soft smile as Vanifinwë began to laugh hysterically as Maitimo lifted her up. Pressing his lips to her belly and blowing a raspberry that tickled her littlest one. For now she would focus on the good seeing this image of her two children hundreds of years apart, play and be blissfully unaware of the future to come.

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Dinner came and went, the night had been full of talk and fun. Her sons indulging her with grand stories about their hunts, or her tempering arguments with her most sensitive children, hearing the talks of music and politics. Equally as important how her husband fawned and doted on their youngest as he fixated on helping her eat her meal offering her a break to spend time with their eldest children.

Especially before Vanifinwë would steal her attention for bath and bedtime.

Which had gone surprisingly smooth, as the little elfling was positively exhausted from her afternoon play with Maitimo and having missed her nap. Nerdanel hardly sat in the rocking chair, when Vanifinwë closed her heavy eyes, laying against her mother in exhaustion. Nonetheless she still rocked her baby knowing that time was a thief from these moments.

Before finally she relinquished her to her bed, tucking her in and pressing a kiss to her head. Knowing now she must tell Fëanaro of the amilesse she had chosen for her daughter. Despite knowing he would be upset, it didn’t deter her even as she quietly walked down the hallways to their shared chambers. His wrath and distress was no match for her never ending patience.

She sighed out as she shut the bedroom door behind her, watching as Fëanaro came out of the washroom, dripping wet and his hips wrapped in a towel. Another was drying his long black hair before his intense silver eyes landed on her figure. There was a look of concern there that found his face when he saw that she seemed stressed.

“Is everything alright my dear?” He asked moving towards his dresser to fetch a comfortable and lounging pair of trousers. Nerdanel offered him up a weak smile as she came to the bench that sat at the foot of their bed.

“Vani didn’t give you too much trouble did she? I could have helped.” Fëanaro said, making Nerdanel’s smile grow for a moment knowing that he had such a soft spot for their daughter. Probably a bigger one for her than he did their sons, though she knew he wouldn’t admit to that. Not wanting to cause any strife about favoritism issues- though it was clear to everyone that his favorite was Atarinke. Vanifinwë was surely coming quickly into second place, bringing Atarinke to try and father her too. Much to Vanifinwë’s annoyance already despite her young age.

“Oh no, if anything she was calm and easy going tonight for bath and bed.” Nerdanel answered as she began to untie her boots and slip them from her feet. For a moment there was silence between the pair of them and it was tenser than Fëanaro hoped or imagined it should be for such an easy going bedtime routine with their youngest.

He said nothing for the moment as he dressed into those loose lounging trousers, ones that hung from his hips loosely even despite being tied. Usually this would be tantalizing to Nerdanel to see her husband in such a manner she found almost provocative but the amilesse just returned to her mind over and over again.

Fëanaro turned to see his wife sitting here with her head hanging low and her shoulders slackened. Looking far from the confident nis he was used to seeing, quietly he padded across the floor and kneeled down in front of her, between her legs. His hands gently coming to cup her face, his thumbs tenderly stroking her ruddy and freckled face. Watching the small smile that pulled at her lips as she closed her eyes to savor his affections.

“Nerdanel.. What in Eru’s name is on your mind to have you so distressed, my love?” He watched as her pale blue eyes flickered up to meet his and he could see hesitation. Knowing her well enough by now, after so many hundreds of years together, eight children together, seven pregnancies, and traveling and tons of life experience… The look in her eyes was undeniable. There was something ailing her and she was afraid to tell him.

“You can tell me anything, Nerdanel.” He assured her with conviction, and she sighed out again. Fëanaro watched the way she seemed to close her eyes again and sit up straighter. Trying to bolster her confidence, he didn’t rush her despite his growing impatience to know what was on her mind. Nerdanel took his hands from her face and brought it to hold in hers in her lap. Before she looked him in the eyes,

“I have an amilesse for Vani.” Nerdanel confessed with her own conviction and firmness, and she watched the way that a smile seemed to find his lips. Thrilled to hear that it finally happened! It seemed as though it would never come and she’d be well into her majority before Nerdanel would be able to choose one for her.

“That is wonderful news! What is it?” Fëanaro asked with eagerness to know what perfectly beautiful name his wife would’ve chosen for their perfect daughter. But Nerdanel nonetheless braced herself, for her next words she predicted would upset him.

“Anamartndë.”

The meaning took no time to fill the linguist in Fëanaro in on the implications of such a name. Long Fate Woman… Meaning their daughter would be subjected to trials and tribulations. This was just as bad as when she tried to name Amrod Umbarto.

“No.” Fëanaro said firmly as a frown found his lips, and he went to stand. No, he wasn’t naming his innocent daughter Long Fate Woman. Never in a million years, as long as he lived and breathed there was no way in creation that he’d accept that would be her name and let this prophecy come into fruition.

“Absolutely not, Nerdanel we are not doing this again.” Fëanaro said firmly and loudly, angrily. He hated it, but Nerdanel didn’t seem unchanging in the sense that she was going to back down. If anything it seemed to bolster her confidence to fight against his words.

“Yes Fëanaro, that is her name.”

“It is not! I will not let you do this again!” Fëanaro stated as he stood to his feet beginning to pace back and forth in their room. But Nerdanel huffed out through her nose,

“I understand you are upset-“

“Upset? I am furious! To think you are prophesizing such terrible things onto our child! Our only daughter no less! Was Pitayfinwe not enough? Now Vani?” Fëanaro argued back, his anger seeping through the cracks of his firm and stoic façade, growing quickly emotional at whatever it was she dreamt of this time.

“I understand Fëanaro, I am not pleased by it either.” Nerdanel told him with confidence, confiding to him about her own displeasure for the name.

“Then you will name her something else!” Fëanaro said staunchly, meaning every single word and giving Nerdanel no room to budge on the matter. He feared it would be just as Pityafinwe’s fate. Ended cruelly in fire and smoke, at least that was what the last dream implicated for the pair of them. Which he had hoped that by having Nerdanel change his name, it changed his course and fate for something a little more hopeful.

“I have tried, I have mulled over anything else than Anamartndë.”

“Then you have not tried hard enough!” Fëanaro snapped bitterly,

“I have, Naro. No amount of mulling over, or name change has changed the dreams I have. The foresight is all the same, Anamartndë is her mother name.” Nerdanel professed, setting it into stone now at this, and Fëanaro’s face turned beat red. Rivaling her ruddy complexion, he was livid at the idea someone so innocent would have so many trials to face. Even if he didn’t know what the dreams were about he wanted his daughter to have a good and happy life. One that was just as carefree as her brothers.

“It is not! What else have you come up with? We will pick from those.” Fëanaro argued back, but he knew the power of having spoken her name twice now would supersede whatever Nerdanel threw out there. If she even did so. To his distress, Nerdanel shook her head no.

“No, Fëanaro her name is Anamartndë and that is final.” Nerdanel argued back snappishly, not budging like she had before. Not when the foresight was all the same, unlike Pityafinwe’s. There was no changing Vanifinwë’s course. Eru meant it was definitive, and that it was going to happen no matter what they named her.

Anamartndë fit her best for what was to come.

“It can’t be!” There was a lament in his loud and angry voice, and Nerdanel felt for her husband at the sound of his voice.

“I don’t want it to be either, but Eru and even Irmo has a course set for our daughter that is long and arduous before she is met with peace.” Fëanaro tsked at his wife’s words, folding his arms over his chest with a tick in his jaw, not looking at her.

There was a heavy silence that fell over the two of them. No one moved, no one said a thing for a long moment. Nerdanel simply letting Fëanaro mull over the fact he couldn’t rectify or change anything. Not this time. Until finally Nerdanel opened her mouth to speak,

“The vision always starts the same, in flashes. There is fire and smoke. The sky is dark but glittering with stars, with silver swords and icy winds. She meets peace once or twice, but the feeling of doom during those times until the fire and smoke start again with overwhelming sense of stress.” Fëanaro didn’t say anything as Nerdanel spoke, simply turning his head to hide his face as he ground his teeth, biting back the wetness that met his long lashes.

He didn’t want that for her.

Would she ever know true peace? How did he protect her from those things? Would the bliss of childhood be tainted with those things? He had so many questions, not enough answers, and Irmo was ever a cryptic bastard so he couldn’t be sure if it would start soon or later. Not unless his wife had an idea.

“When?” He asked, did it feel soon? Later? In the present?

“Sometime in her future. It is distant.”

“Then there is ample opportunity to shelter her, and protect her from those things. From whatever it is fate is trying to d-“

“I have thought the same thing, but it doesn’t change. There is no recourse no matter the plan I set, no matter the name change, no matter whom I withhold her from or let her see. It never changes. This is her future.” Yet Fëanaro didn’t look appeased or quelled by Nerdanel’s words.

“Her future should not be filled with such doom and stress, it is a trick of Irmo. Melkor has perhaps spent too much time in Irmo’s Gardens and tainted the Lord of Dreams and Rest.” Fëanaro snarked bitterly, refusing to bend to the will of the Irmo and the twisted foresight that was granted to Nerdanel. Refusing to even acknowledge them as visions, but now even as dreams.

“Naro-“

“No! You are not naming her Anamartndë I will not allow it!” He yelled loudly and over Nerdanel trying to reason with him. Not his darling baby girl. No little one should have to worry about such a future or their parents worry about it. It was sickening.

“I have already started calling her Anamartndë.” Nerdanel said firmly in retort, standing from her spot at the bench.

“You will call her something else!” He yelled again,

“I will not! She is Anamartndë! That is her name-“

“Never will that be her name! You’ve gone mad-“

“Do not disregard your daughters-“

There was a creak that froze the pair who were in a bitter battle of wills against one another, and the sound of sniffling that met their ears. Both turning quickly to look to find that the toddler had escaped her bed now standing in the threshold of the doorway in her nightgown. Wiping her eyes, Fëanaro was the first to sigh out in frustration and defeat. Though it would not be for long, they’d speak more on it later.

“Vani, why are you up vanimelda?” Fëanaro said trying to usher a softer and more loving voice as he began to approach her. His heart melting and burning as she held out her arms for him to pick her up, but the toddler didn’t say anything as her father scooped her up off the ground.

“Ana..” Nerdanel cooed coming over to the pair, and to Fëanaro’s dismay he watched how responsive she was to the affectionate nickname for Anamartndë. But he bit his tongue he didn’t want to distress her further.

“Did you have a bad dream?” Nerdanel asked, and slowly Vanifinwë nodded her head against Fëanaro’s shoulder.

“Come now Nerdanel… We probably woke her.” He relinquished with some guilt knowing her room was only a few paces from their bedroom door. To which Vanifinwë only nodded again. There was a collective sigh,

“Here do you want to get into bed with me?” Nerdanel asked holding out her hands, but she watched the way Vanifinwë frowned and curled closer into Fëanaro. Despite the sting of rejection she only smiled that she wanted Fëanaro,

“No.” She grumpily stated, and Fëanaro chuckled softly. Rubbing her little back and kissing her head.

“Does my favorite girl want her Atya?” There was a softness in his voice as he spoke moving away to walk around the bed and move to sit on it, with Vanifinwë still snuggled into his chest. Feeling her nod her little head, tangling her curly hair further that stuck up wildly on the back of her head. Both knew that they wouldn’t get further into this conversation.

For now they’d rest and come back to the topic of conversation at a later date, when little Vani was distracted. No one was winning, it was a losing battle of wills and now it all boiled down to Vanifinwë and whether she’d take on the moniker.

“Well then, while you two cuddle I am going to bathe I am covered in dust and clay.” Nerdanel said with a sigh, but she smiled looking over the sight of her husband cuddled up with their last toddler. This would be the last time they’d do stuff like this with littles and it was a little bittersweet. The sight was so soft and gentle, it was easy to set aside the argument. Fëanaro smiled softly and nodded,

“We will be here meldanya.” Fëanaro reassured her as he continued to rub Vanifinwë’s back who was starting to snore. With that Nerdanel made her way to the washroom leaving behind father, daughter and the argument. 

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[theelvenhaven]

Unexpected Farewell

Little!Vanifinwe x Brothers

2k Words

A/N: Sorry that I didn't post this yesterday @noldorinpainter

Make You Pretty | Enhanced Beauty | Breakfast Reveals

Unexpected Farewell | Unexpected Gift | Pretty Negotiators

Finally Ensnared | Overreactions

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Vanifinwë sat in the sitting room with Sir Rabbit floppily sitting across from her as they sat on the blanket with a wooden teacup sitting in front of him. Filled with water, and her little teapot sitting in the center of the blanket with snacks shared between the two of them that Maitimo had fixed for her… And Sir Rabbit as she had been insistent he would need them too. 

“Sir Rabbit you haven’t dranken any of your tea.” She said to Sir Rabbit who only seemed to fall over at her words, making her huff out some as she reached across the blanket to sit him back up. Wishing to chastise him for his poor table manners, but instead she asked;

“Are you tired Sir Rabbit?” She asked, reaching to bring over the large stuffed rabbit to cradle him in her arms as if her were a baby. Her head angling down as if she were listening to him speak to her, nodding her head and bobbing her curls. 

Unaware of the little audience she was gaining from Maitimo who stood in the threshold of the doorway. Smiling as he watched her nod her head and hum along, 

“Okay then you can take a nap.” She said, moving to stand from her place on the blanket and grabbing her comfort blanket that she drug around everywhere, wrapping up Sir Rabbit and going to the couch. 

“What are you doing Vani?” Maitimo asked her, watching her arrange the pillows to make a little “fort” or “house” for Sir Rabbit to sleep in. 

“Helping Sir Rabbit takes his naps hanyo.” She answered him, sticking him haphazardly into the little fort, with the blanket still hanging out from the edge of the couch. It was then she moved the pillow out of the way and leaned over to press a kiss to Sir Rabbits face, before putting the pillow back. 

“I love you.” She whispered to the rabbit with a big smile before turning to her brother, putting a finger over her little lip as she watched him open his mouth to say something. 

“Shhhhh he’s sleeping hanyo.” Vanifinwë continued in a harsh whisper, making Maitimo hum softly at her words, nodding his head. 

“How about we clean up our snack while Sir Rabbit sleeps?” Maitimo asked as he came to kneel down on the blanket to start gathering up the plates, Vanifinwë sighed out clearly not wanting to do it. But the elfling got down on the floor and helped Maitimo picking up plates and snack bits that had to be thrown away or taken down to the kitchens to be put away. 

Her little hands piling it up on the plates that Maitimo held out, before she grabbed their teacups knowing they would need to be washed now that they had been played with and filled with water. 

“You have everything?” Maitimo asked as he stood from the blanket and Vanifinwë did too, nodding her head. 

“Yes hanyo.” She answered him still in a whisper so as not to disturb her “sleeping” companion. Following right behind her big brother as they left the sitting room, leaving the door open as both of their hands were full of things to be taken to the kitchens. 

“Hanyo when we get done can we play dress up?” Vanifinwë asked, turning her head to look up at her elder brother, who only smiled looking down at his littlest sibling with a nod of his head. Seeing as he was the one was given the task to watch over her today, he didn’t see why they couldn't. She had played so well and quietly with herself in the sitting room. 

“Of course we can, onore.” He answered with a soft smile, 

“Yay!!” She said out with excitement in her voice, jumping some in response. Sloshing water onto the floor accidentally but neither of them really seemed to notice as they continued to walk down the hallway. 

“I am going to make you the prettiest elf ever!” She said with glee, and it made Maitimo smile only nodding his head a few servants that passed them by with smiles as they watched the two of them interact. 

“Oh you are? And how will you do that onore?” He asked her with a hum, trying to keep the conversation flowing with her, 

“Yes! I am! I am going to put pretty fabrics on you and lickstips and make up your hair! And give you a crown! And jooleries!” Vanifinwë said with a big smile, bouncing again as they neared their destination, while Maitimo simply sighed. Glad that she was going to be ever so creative when it came to dressing him up. 

“Oh it sounds like I will be the prettiest elf ever, will I be prettier than Tyelko?” Maitimo asked with a grin as they entered the kitchen. The two of them going to the nearest counter to set everything down there, Vanifinwë struggling to reach the counter tops, but Maitimo helped her. Before she answered, Vanifinwë approached him holding up her arms to be picked up and like clockwork, Maitimo reached down to pick her up. 

The elfling brought her hands to his face to hold, gently leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. Before her little hands gently patted against his cheek, moving in to hug his head, and rest against him as he began to leave the kitchens just as quickly as they came. 

“Yes, even prettierer than Tyelko.” 

“I am so lucky that you are going to make me even prettierer Vani, you are such a wonderful stylist.” Maitimo answered her out simply enough, and Vanifinwë grinned at his words. No sooner than he said that, did the two of them see Tyelko hurrying in their direction, with Huan in tow and a big grin on his face. 

“There you are!” He greeted out, with his arms coming out to reach to take Vanifinwë from Maitimo’s hold. Readily did the elfling reach out to let Tyelkormo take her before he tossed her into the air catching her. With Maitimo watching intensely ready to catch her in the event that he missed. 

Fortunately he did not. 

“You were looking for us?” Maitimo asked, smiling as the little elfling squealed out gleefully before he caught her and hugged her close to him. 

“I have a surprise for Vani.”

“For me!? What is it?” She asked quickly, kicking her feet with excitement and bouncing in his hold. Maitimo only raised a brow as he watched as Tyelkormo began to laugh, shaking his head and swaying his platinum hair at the motion. 

“If I tell you, then it won’t be a surprise. Come let us go see it.” Tyelkormo smiled, and began to take long and quick strides down the hallway. Making Vanifinwë bounce again in his hold and she began to giggle out gleefully, 

“Guess what Tyelko?” She managed in between breaths, 

“What Vani?” He asked with a grin looking at her for a moment.

“I am going to make Maitimo the prettiest elf ever!” Vanifinwë said with great exaggeration as she spoke, throwing her hands up with excitement at the very idea that he was going to be so pretty when she got done with him. But Tyelkormo gasped out slightly, 

“Even prettier than me!?” He rebutted with feigned exaggeration, and Vanifinwë began to laugh, throwing her head back as she giggled. Nodding her head, 

“Yes! Even prettier than you!” She snickered out, looking at her brother with a big bright smile, but Tyelkormo put on a fake frown looking at her. Shaking his head no, 

“I simply won’t let you, my surprise will be so amazing that you won’t want to make Maitimo even prettier than me.” Tyelkormo said to her with a feigned deviousness in his voice, knowing that as soon as she saw what it was, she’d be giddy and excited. Too caught up in playing with them than making Maitimo prettier, Maitimo only sighed out rolling his eyes as he smirked and shook his head at Tyelkormo’s words. 

“Tell me Tyelkooooooo.” She said with another laugh as they began to near the sitting room that her and Maitimo had left to go put away dishes, 

“You’ll just have to wait and see.” He rebutted again with a grin, 

“Pleeeeeeease Tyelko! Tell me, tell me, tellllllll meeeeeeeeeee.” Vanifinwë pleaded pressing her face into the side of his, making both Tyelkormo and Maitimo laugh out at her reaction and her efforts to try and get Tyelkormo to tell her what it was she wanted to know. But he didn’t budge, only shaking his head no. 

“Here, why don’t you go and open the door and find out.” He said putting the little wiggle worm down as she gasped out and hurried over to the door. Moving to open the door handle, while Maitimo and Tyelkormo lingered behind one another, 

“Tyelko, if you’ve done what I think you’ve done… Amme and Atya are going to kill you for getting her a dog.” He muttered to his brother, and Tyelkormo shrugged with a smile. 

“I’ll help take care of it.” Suddenly they heard Vanifinwë gasp out as she entered the room, but her gasp of excitement quickly turned into a shriek. One that didn’t sound like it was full of excitement at all, quite the opposite in fact. Bringing both brothers to hurry over towards the door. 

Inside they found that the pup had stopped in whatever it was doing and had toppled Vanifinwë to the floor, with Vanifinwë beginning to cry even as it licked her, Tyelkormo was the first to rush into the room. Grabbing it by its collar and chest and gently pulling it away from her while Maitimo hurried over to help Vanifinwë up, but the elfling was already to her feet and hurrying away from the dog. 

Both were confused by her sudden aversion to the puppy, she had never been scared of dogs or puppies before. That was until Maitimmo began to look around the room and noticed how there was stuffing everywhere and Vanifinwë began to wail out as she picked something up off the floor. 

“Sir Rabbit!” She cried out in great distress and both brothers felt their heart sink to the depths of their stomach as they connected what had happened. 

Scrap bits of blue and grey were everywhere, two little glass eyes were strewn across the floor… Stuffing filled the room with little tumbles of it strewn across the floor. Even the blanket the rabbit had been wrapped in had been shredded and destroyed and it had taken the pup absolutely no time to have done this… 

“Hanyo!” Vanifinwë cried out in panic, turning to look at her brother with tears running down her face, and in her hands was the last little bit of remaining scraps were put together, while the puppy only began to bark with excitement wagging its tail. 

Tyelkormo only watched with a heavy heart as Vanifinwë sat there in the floor trying to hug the last little pieces of her stuffed animal. Something Moryo had crafted for her a few years ago, that had become quite the fixture in Vanifinwë’s life and her constant companion. 

And in his haste, seeing their stuff in the floor, he hadn’t bothered to have checked for Sir Rabbit to put him away when he had put the pup in the room. Guilt began to weigh heavy on him for what had happened. Feeling utterly responsible for the loss of her treasured possession. 

Maitimo hurriedly went over to Vanifinwë and reached down to pick her up as she sobbed out at the loss of her friend. Throwing herself into his shoulder and wrapping her arms around his neck still clutching on the remnants of Sir Rabbit. 

Both brothers simply looked at one another, unsure of what it was they were going to do. Or how they would even comfort her, even Vanifinwë must’ve known that he wasn’t fixable for she didn’t ask for Moryo and his help. She didn’t plead to take the scraps to him, only able to do one thing- and that was cry at the loss of her closest friend. 

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[theelvenhaven]

Warmth in Winter

Vanifinwe x Oradhon

Warning: NSFW, Sex

Dedicated to @saurons-flaming-eye with her OC Oradhon who we ship together.

Vanifinwe stretched out on the wolfskin rug that lay before the hearth in her shared bedroom. The silence outside stretched into her bedroom as the snow absorbed the usual sounds of the forests that were beyond Minas Mornedhel here in Nan Elmoth. She savored the stretch of silence even if the season and weather wasn’t ideal as it would be painfully cold, the warmth of the fire place licked and laved over her exposed skin. 

Her sheer negligee riding and bunching up around her thighs and a strap was fallen off her shoulder. She put her legs up as she lay on her front, crossing her ankles and slowly rocking them back and forth as her eyes scanned across the tengwar in the pages of her book. Something to help her pass the time as she refused to be out in this weather. 

Vanifinwe was hardly paying attention to the approaching footsteps, or the sounds of the bedroom door opening. Enthralled with what the heroine of her story was going to do next, not noticing as her husband, Oradhon stepped in through the door. He sighed out, bringing a hand to run through his blond hair as he shut the door behind him. Chilled from the winter air outside even despite dressing appropriately. 

He dusted some of the snow off his shoulders, before his silver eyes went to work looking around the room for his wife. Until finally they found a set of feet in the air just in front of the sofa. He smirked, forgetting the stresses of the hunt he usually loved so much as always did Vanifinwe put him in such a good and positive mood. He adored his wife, just as she adored him. 

Without making a sound did Oradhon carefully step across the floor, watching with intense eyes as his wife came into view fully. Her sheer negligee ridden up, exposing long slender legs, the curve of her ass, the dip in her perfect back with tendrils of wavy inky starless hair falling around her. Her skin kissed by the light of the Two Trees with fawn freckles dotting along her skin, Oradhon felt his heart leap into his throat seeing such a beautiful sight of his wife on display. 

He couldn’t help but give a rakish smile, letting his eyes roam over her form, before finally Oradhon opened his mouth to speak;

“My dear you do look lovely.” He began watching the way Vanifinwe seemed to perk up at the sound of his voice, his eyes swimming with desire as he watched her push aside the book and turn around on her back. Leaning up on her elbows so casually, yet putting herself on display for him. 

“Though… Perhaps I think you’d look even more beautiful wearing less.” He said with a wink, undoing the ties on his cape and furs, and letting it all fall to the floor unceremoniously. Oradhon watched the beautiful smile that spread across her full pink lips, looking up at him in almost a coy fashion and already could feel his cock twitch with excitement. 

“Mm.. I think you might be right.” She mused out in a huskier voice, noticing how his eyes trailed from her eyes, to her breasts lingering before they went even lower to the small smattering of black curls that lay between her legs. 

“Perhap you’d like to give me a hand and find out?” Vanifinwe continued with a note of feigned innocence in her voice, watching as Oradhon had already sat himself in the floor next to her. She watched eagerly as Oradhon moved to lean on his one arm, bringing the other to gently run a finger along the low cut neckline of her negligee. 

“I should like that very much, Vani.” The sound of his husky voice sent a fire burning through her loins. Oradhon could feel her body come to life as his hand caressed her collar bones and up her throat watching eagerly as her head tilted back before his hand came up to her jaw to cup. 

His thumb gently stroking her cheek before he slid it back down her neck and this time towards her breasts. Vanifinwe arched her body provocatively into his touch, as his touch left a fire in it’s wake. She was eager for more, for him, to be one with him. 

“Then please come help yourself.” She mused to him as he moved to dip his head in, prompting Vanifinwe to lay back into the floor on the wolfskin rug. His cold lips came connecting to the warm skin of her throat, feeling her quickened pulse beating against him. Trailing soft kisses down to her collar bones, her body again arching and pressing up into him with her hands coming to tangle beneath his shirt. Feeling his cold and hard muscles flex as he held himself up above her and his other hand kneading her breast in his palm. 

“Ah, my sweetheart, ever so eager…” Oradhon mused out with a soft moan, enticed by her restlessness and hunger for more of him. He could feel the way his trousers began to grow tight as his cock hardened. He began to nip lightly at her collar bones, making her shiver at his affections. 

“Always am I eager for you, meldanya.” Vanifinwe openly confessed to him as she freed a hand from his shirt to come and tangle in his soft blond, cropped hair. Comfortable to be able to tell him and not hide her desires for him. Oradhon’s hand released her soft breast, sliding it up to undo the ties of her negligee. 

“As I am for you, love…” He whispered as Vanifinwe guided his head up so their lips could meet. It was a soft and gentle caress at first, before her lips firmly pressed against his. Oradhon maneuvered himself to be in between her legs, feeling how they spread wider to accommodate him and his hands began to make work of her negligee. Stripping her out of it as he pulled it up, his hands skimming across her thighs and hips, up her stomach and over her bare breasts before he parted from her to slip it over her head.

Vanifinwe’s lips connected back to his, and her hands began not wasting any time as they came down to his trousers. Clumsily untying them, fumbling some as Oradhon slipped his tongue into her mouth, tasting her natural sweetness and the wine that she had earlier. 

He groaned as Vanifinwe’s hand dipped into his trousers, grabbing his cock feeling just how hard and sensitive he was twitching in her hands. While Vanifinwe pulled her hand back to push his trousers down, his cock springing free and her hand found him again. His hips twitching as she began to stroke him, 

“I love you…” She said in a husky breath, lips brushing against his before she kissed him again. There was a heavy sigh Oradhon released and his breath danced across her warm skin, growing drunk off of her affections. Taking a moment to register what it was she said as her hand became more vigorous in it’s ministrations, Oradhon felt pleasure rush through him, finally the words meeting his ears and mind, 

“I love you too, Vani.” He breathed out, reaching for her wrist bringing her to release his cock as he guided it above her head. Vanifinwe spread her legs wide to accommodate for him, eagerly pressing her hips upwards as she looked into half lidded silver eyes. Without wasting any more time, Oradhon guided the head of his cock to her dripping entrance. Parting her folds as he rubbed the head of his dick against her pussy, slickening him before he slowly sank into her warm wet walls. 

Feeling them clench around him, and a soft gasp left her lips. Body arching again, her nails biting into his knuckles as heat pulsed through her, and a coil in her belly winding ever so slightly. Oradhon closed his eyes for a moment as he continued to sheathe himself inside of her, groaning out as his hips met her ass, hilted fully. 

He opened his eyes once more as he rolled his hips, not fully thrusting and he heard her release a breathy sigh. Another pulse flowing through her as his pelvis rubbed against her clit, rolling his hips again, hitting deep inside of her. 

“Oradhon… Please..” Vanifinwe panted out, beginning to squirm, desperate for full thrusts, as his rolling wasn’t enough. It was teasing and he only seemed to do it again, with a small smirk on his lips. Vanifinwe raised her hips slightly, grinding them in return trying to encourage him to take her since her plea was falling on deaf ears, but it didn’t stop her from asking again. 

“Please meldanya…” She breathed out, her body arching as her freehand came to rest on his shoulder, clinging to his shirt as finally his hips snapped into her. Oradhon watched with excitement as he began to fuck her the way her body jolted, seeing her breasts begin to bounce as he drank in the sight. 

Listening to the way her moans dripped off her lips and he panted as her silken walls fluttered around his leaking cock. Even despite the lack of foreplay she was dripping, audible wet sounds ringing out coupled with the sound of his skin slapping against her ass. Desire and pleasure flowed through him as his heart pounded in his chest, before dipping his head down to kiss at her neck. 

Vanifinwe spread her legs wider, tilting her head to the side, her breath tickling his ear as Oradhon kissed and bit at her neck. Sucking against her skin, leaving little red marks in his wake, hips continuing their hard thrusts. 

Oradhon rested on his elbow that held her hand, while his freehand came to dive between their legs where they were connected. His now warm thumb coming to press against her clit and he felt her legs spasm at the sudden welcomed pressure and the moaning gasp that left her lips. Her fingers digging deeper into his shoulder before gliding around him to hold him close to her. 

Oradhon’s thumb rubbed in a slow circular motion against her clit, as he continued to thrust into her. Vanifinwe’s voice climbing higher in her moans and her body squirming as it was all so much and so little in the same breath. But by the stars did it feel sinfully good as the pleasure coated her veins, hands going numb and her toes starting to curl. 

As Oradhone continued to rub a little faster with a little more pressure, Vanifinwe could feel the coil in her belly winding tighter. Her body tensing and winding up, legs trying to close around him, squeezing into his side before finally the flames in her belly leapt forward and the coil snapped. Vanifinwe released a cry of bliss as she came around him, her walls fluttering around his cock making Oradhon shudder.

His eyes committing her spasms and trembling to memory as he watched her unravel in full. She was a beautiful sight as a moaning and whining mess beneath him, especially as he continued. Oradhon’s lips dipping down to capture hers, his thumb leaving her throbbing clit, with Vanifinwe eagerly kissing him back. Wrapping a leg around his waist, and Oradhon began to thrust harder and faster into her pussy. 

Chasing after his own release, his pelvis rubbing still against her clit overstimulating her. Bringing her to whine into his mouth as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, Vanifinwe brought a hand to run through his platinum hair. Angling her hips upward with shaky legs, Oradhon feeling everything tighten, panting as he broke the kiss. 

Groans dripping from his lips, her wetness audible and skin slapping out loudly. He felt his cock twitch and pulse as pleasure before finally his hips stuttered and faltered as he began to cum. Oradhon’s breaths coming out shaky and panting, slowing down in his thrusting before his lips connected back to Vanifinwe’s. Eeking out his satisfaction until he was finally finished and slowly did he break the kiss.

Pulling away enough to look down at his wife who smiled up at him, Oradhon couldn’t help but mirror her expression. Before leaning forward to press a soft kiss to her forehead, with care Oradhon slipped his softening cock from her pussy, sitting up enough on his knees to pull his trousers up before he moved to take his place next to her. Vanifinwe rolled over onto her side and Oradhon wrapped his arm around her pulling her in close to him. 

“I love you Oradhon…” Vanifinwe said to him softly, snuggling in close, and he couldn’t help but smile to hear her say such tender things. 

“And I love you Vani… Never leave me…” He uttered, turning his head to press another kiss to the top of her head, Vanifinwe hummed as her arm wrapped around his waist, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

“Never, meldanya.” She assured him warmly and almost in a sleepy manner. She’d need a bath she was sure of it, but for the moment Vanifinwe couldn’t bring herself to part from Oradhon. She just wanted to be close with her husband, after such a long day alone this was just the soothing balm she needed. 

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Who is Vanifiwne closest to regarding her family?

02.08.2023

Oooh hmmm 🤔 I think Maedhros is the one she’s closest with in her family. He’s a consistent figure in her life and helped raise her when she was little. And was always close with her and inclusive even despite her being years behind everyone else because she’s the youngest. I think their bond would’ve been closer when they’re in Beleriand as she nurses Maedhros back to health. Up until the second kinslaying. At that point she’d want distance for what they’ve done.

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In Vanifinwe stories I hope she forgives her father someday. I'm a sucker for good endings

02.08.2023

Honestly I don’t know if she will or not, we will just have to see where Vanifinwë takes it.

I think we also need to remember that good endings can be growing from toxic people who hurt them and being able to not have to forgive someone. 🙂

I think it all depends on whether or not Fëanor would’ve changed in the Halls or not when or if she sees him again.

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😍😍🥺

I couldn't first the first bits too it — so I asked my sister to read until Vani was revealed

She didn't hand it back until she read the whole thing 🤣💝

She loved it — so it I. I loved how Feanor it his time aweing over her — and naming her.

It was so pure — but the the back of my mind kept chanting her impending doom. — wow i hate my brain 😑

What's a girl —🤣🤣🤣🤣 no no he really meant that — literally. What exactly is a girl — Fëanor is so lost lmao

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Feanaro x Nerdanel ft. Vanifinwe

2.5k words

Request: Can you write a story for Vanifinwe? I would like to see how feanor would react when he finally have a baby girl in his family.

A/N: I’ve been hoarding these Vanifinwe requests in a google doc and decided to do one. I hope you enjoy anon and I am sorry it has taken me so long to get to posting this. 

Warnings: Graphic-ish scenes related to birth, mentions crowning, seeing the head outside the birth canal. Feanor being soft for his baby.

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Breakfast Reveals

Little Vanifinwe x Family

2.4k Words

Anelya - My Daughter

Make You Pretty | Enhanced Beauty | Breakfast Reveals

Unexpected Farewell | Unexpected Gift | Pretty Negotiators

Finally Ensnared | Overreactions

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Vanifinwë continued to giggle out as Tyelkormo held her, walking proudly to the dining room. Getting snorts and wide grins from all the maids and servants that they passed by who caught a glimpse of Tyelkormo’s green and red makeup and all the noisy pearls he wore. His head was held high and he simply shot out smiles to those who laughed, because to his sister he was indeed the most beautifullest elf ever. It was only her opinion that mattered. 

For now at least. The smell of breakfast met his nose before he heard Vanifinwë’s little stomach begin to growl. 

“I’m hungry hanyo.” She complained with a frown on her lips, and Tyelkormo huffed out in amusement. 

“Perhaps next time, breakfast first and then beauty parlor.” Tyelkormo said, for once giving sound and reasonable advice to someone in the family. Even if it were just his baby sister, usually giving her advice to break all the rules- to which she never did. 

Tyelkormo opened the door to find their Amme and Atya down at the head of the table, and Nerdanel sitting to his right. Both were distracted in conversation with one another and before Tyelkormo could say anything in greeting- with his brothers trailing in behind him- Vanifinwë began to wriggle in his hold to get down. 

“Put me down please!” She said trying to use her manners in an impatient and almost whiny voice, and so Tyelkormo did just that. Setting the little elfling down who went bounding across the room at full speed to their Atya’s side. 

“Good morning Atya!” She said in a chipper voice as she arrived just at his side, looking up at him with big blue eyes. 

“Can I sit with you please Atya?” Little Vanifinwë asked holding out her arms for him to pick her up, and Fëanaro turned his head to look down at his daughter. A soft smile pulled at his lips before he scooted his chair out and reached down to pick her up plopping her in his lap. 

“Good morn anelya.” Fëanaro shot back, kissing the top of her head and wrapping an arm around her waist as she sat on his knee. Collectively her plate was passed down the long table before it got to Maedhros for him to hand to Fëanaro, who moved his plate more towards Nerdanel to make room for Vanifinwë’s food. 

There was a collective sound of snorting and giggling from those in the room, all eyes but Fëanaro’s were falling onto Tyelkormo and Makalaurë. Tyelkormo simply humphed as he turned his nose up at his brother’s snickering, while Makalaurë simply took in stride having known that his makeover was going to elicit such a reaction. Though it was nothing compared to Tyelkormo’s bold smeared green and red look. 

Nerdanel paused in her eating to look at her third eldest, blinking quietly and she only watched as he turned to look at her. Flashing her a smile, making Nerdanel begin to choke some on her food. Prompting Fëanaro to look at his wife, while Vanifinwë began to eat the food on her plate, happily swinging her feet. 

“Arimelda? Are you alright?” He asked with concern, furrowing his brows as he watched her, his hand dropping his fork to bring it to her shoulder. Leaning over in her direction, while Nerdanel nodded doing her best to clear her throat as she went for the goblet of water that was jus next to her plate. 

“Amme you okay?” Vanifinwë piped up, before putting a piece of toast in her mouth. Nerdanel nodded at their concern as she took generous swallows of food to dislodge the food she was choking on. Successful before clearing her throat and setting the goblet down on the table again. 

“I am alright, but Vani, what have you been doing this morning?” Nerdanel asked, raising her russet brows and she watched her daughter hurriedly chew before swallowing. The little elfling looked to her Amme with a big and wide smile, 

“Playing beauty parlor with Makalaurë!” She exclaimed happily, and for a moment Tyelkormo frowned opening his mouth to say something, but Nerdanel raised her hand to stop him. Her head turned to look at Makalaurë sitting there with his knotted bun sitting on top of his head and the dark blue glittery eyeshadow that was around his eyes. 

“Just with Makalaurë?” She asked and Vanifinwë began to shake her head now, sending black little curls flouncing about. Fëanaro having to lean back so he didn’t get hit in the face by them, and when she stopped, he began to tuck her hair behind her little pointed ears. 

“Then with who else, anelya?” Fëanaro asked, seeing as he hadn’t had the opportunity to have looked down the table at his sons. Too engrossed in eating his meal, sitting with Vanifinwë and chatting with Nerdanel. 

“Tyelko too! I made him the most beautifullest elf ever Amme and Atya!” She beamed so proudly and Nerdanel smiled, chuckling at the excitement that encapsulated her. Nerdanel knew very well that was a game Tyelkormo never tried to get involved in. Considering he hated frilly and girly things, though like the rest of his brothers, she knew he was a sucker for her. 

“Mhmm I can see that you did.” Nerdanel said, her eyes falling right down on her little hands.  Fëanaro eyes followed his wifes, and now had noticed how her hands were covered in green and red smears. He frowned pausing to reach for his napkin to wipe off her hands, 

“One of you should’ve made sure her hands were washed before she came to the table.” Fëanaro sighed out in disapproval, sometimes it was like he raised animals who forgot to wash hands and not bring muddy boots and the like into the clean eating area. Now they were subjecting Vanifinwë to having the same poor table manners too. Taking the napkin and her little hands to wipe them down. 

“That is not the only thing they should’ve made sure they washed.” Curufinwë snorted out behind his goblet, raising his eyebrows. His sharp eyes cutting over to Tyelkormo who only made a face in return to what he had to say, 

“Tsk, says you.” Tyelkormo argued, not particularly in the mood for Curvo’s snark today. Usually the two were on one another’s side, but not with the mess all over Tyelkormo’s face. Fëanaro sighed, feeling how an argument was set to start if he didn’t intervene. He knew just how brutal they could be against one another, and he’d be damned if they did in front of Vanifinwë. 

She was still recovering from when Carnistir punched Tyelko in the nose. Just now reaching a point where she could be around him again without crying or running away from him in fear. He didn’t need to add Tyelkormo and Curufinwë to the habilitation list for Vanifinwë. 

“Stop, we are not going to-” Fëanaro’s eyes flashed up from his task of wiping the stubborn smears off of Vanifinwë’s hands, looking to Tyelkormo before he looked back down. But he paused before doing a double take to look at his son in bewilderment, their eyes locking before Tyelkormo flashed a big grin. 

Fëanaro blinked for a moment not sure what to say or do, what in Eru’s name happened to his son? What the fuck was he wearing?

“My son, what the he-” Nerdanel elbowed him, stopping him from finishing that sentence so aggressively, but Tyelkormo only kept his smile. “What are you wearing?” He finished winding his arm a little more snug around his daughter. Who began to gasp out with excitement, 

“I am the most beautifullest ever, Atya.” Tyelkormo said with pride, throwing some of his long platinum hair right over his shoulder. Fëanaro furrowed his brows, curling his lips in and narrowing his eyes as he tried to discern what had gotten into his son.

Face and body paints were certainly a thing for Tyelkormo, often wearing them when he went galavanting off with Orome. To which Fëanaro had never said anything after some time seeing as that was just part of hunting with Orome. But his son was wearing makeup. And to make matters worse it looked terrible. 

Bright red lipstick was smeared all up his cheek, under his nose and down his chin. With green eyeshadow smeared all over his face. It wasn’t even all on his eyelids, nor the stuff on his eyelids fully covered his lid, and if he looked hard enough… Fëanaro could see some of it in his hair. Not to mention the bright blush that covered his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, and it was caked on there good. For the love of Eru…

“You are… something.” Fëanaro muttered before his eyes went to Makalaurë, recalling how Vanifinwë said she played with both of them. Though Makalaurë didn’t look nearly as… bold just a “simple” eyeshadow look on his eyes with a bun on his head. That looked tangled painfully tight. It was a wonder it wasn’t pulling his eyes and brows back. 

“Aren’t they beautiful Atya!?” Vanifinwë said excitedly leaning her head back to look up at her father with a big beaming grin. Fëanaro looked down for a moment at her, and he could see how important to her his opinion would be. Especially regarding this… He had never been one to discourage them from their creative endeavors. 

“You did that all by yourself Vani?” He asked, raising his eyebrows, completely avoiding her question and feeling her shift to turn sideways in his lap. Her head craned back to look up at him. 

“I did!” She grinned excitedly, and Fëanaro hummed out still shocked that his little girl could well… do so much damage. But both of his sons seemed to take it in stride, Tyelkormo perhaps wearing it a little too proudly…

“Tell me about Tyelkormo’s dress up.” He pressed,

“Makeover Atya.” Vanifinwë corrected, nothing short of a little attitude in her correction, making Fëanaro snort in amusement. He usually wasn’t one to tolerate such an attitude, no matter how small, but considering she was the expert on the situation… He’d let it slide for now. 

“Forgive me, anelya. Makeover, tell me about Tyelkormo’s makeover.” Fëanaro watched the way her face began to light up, the big grin that pulled at her little lips, the way her big blue eyes sparkled with joy. He could certainly see how her big brothers gave into her whims, including this one regarding makeup and makeovers. 

“Tyelko I thought would looks really pretty with eyes shadows, green is a pretty color on him.” She rambled to him, “And then he needed a lickstips that would match and make him even prettier.” Fëanaro hummed at her words, nodding along as he began to pick back at his breakfast again. 

“And oh! He needed blushes and lots and lots of pretty pearls. And it made him the most beautifullest elf ever!” Vanifinwë said with a higher pitched voice, speaking with her hands while Fëanaro listened, the rest of his sons chattering between one another, half paying attention to her. But Nerdanel was engrossed in what she was telling her father. 

“Beautifullest elf ever?” Nerdanel asked her, and Vanifinwë nodded with certainty. 

“Yes! Don’t you think so Amme and Atya?” She asked, leaving the pair to look between one another and both of them turning to look back at Tyelkormo. Who seemed to be patiently waiting for a confirmation from their parents, that what Vanifinwë said was true. Because of course it was true, and he’d start a fight with anyone who said he wasn’t. 

“Yes, Vani. You did a wonderful job on making Tyelko the beautifullest elf ever.” Nerdanel agreed warmly, and with a smile. Vanifinwë only seemed to grin wider with excitement, but her Atya had not said whether or not Tyelkormo was the beautifullest elf ever. And to Vanifinwë, her Atya’s opinion was incredibly important because she knew how creative he was too. 

“Atya? Don’t you think Tyelko’s the beautifullest elf ever?” She asked, her brows furrowing a bit as she had noticed this was the second time he had danced around her question about Tyelkormo’s beauty. This time she wasn’t going to let him escape it, Fëanaro paused in his chewing looking like he might flounder. 

Everyone at the table began to hold their breath, as his look seemed to become stern and lost in thought. Assuming that he was trying to find a way to gently let her down. As he could do from time to time and they all feared if he did it… It would break her heart. 

In all honesty? His son looked ridiculous, Fëanaro had heard of her makeovers before. But he didn’t ever see what the extent of them was, and now seeing it.. Well… Then again he supposed beauty was in the eye of the beholder. And that beholder was the fifteen year old elfling in his lap, desperately looking for his approval. Even he didn’t have the heart to give her constructive criticism. 

“Vani, anelya…” He began and quietly thought for a moment, while his daughter waited on baited breath for whatever it was he might say. 

“I think you made Tyelkormo, the prettiest, most beautifullest elf in all of Valinor.” Fëanaro said firmly and with conviction, there was a collective sigh of relief from around the table. Everyone had expected him to give his most honest opinion, as he did on occasions regardless of what anyone's ages had ever been. 

“Really!? You think so Atya!?” Vanifinwë said with mirth and excitement, scrambling to sit up on her knees in his lap and hug him. Fëanaro smiled softly as her arms were thrown around his neck, setting his fork down he wrapped an arm around her, holding her close to him. 

“Yes, anelya, I do.” Fëanaro said leaning his head against hers, feeling her little hand pat his back gently before her arms unwound from his neck. But she kept her head rested on his shoulder not moving from her spot. His eyes only went to his son in question who was positively glowing have triple the approval from Amme, Atya and Vani. 

Fëanaro only shook his head at his sons reaction, listening to him begin to brag about his enhanced beauty. He could see how the res of his sons wanted to tell him otherwise but not with Vanifinwë present. 

“Here anelya let us finish our breakfast hm?” He said nudging her softly and Vanifinwë nodded at his words, sliding down to sit back down in his lap. Before they both began to eat again, listening to the chatter around the table. 

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Oath and Consequences

Part 3 - Final 

Request: Can you write a what if story for Vanifiwne? About how her recovery went after angband? Thank you!

A/N: Sorry that it took me so long to a part 3 for this. Hope you enjoy anon! It is in fact the final part and kind of touches on after she comes back from Angband rather than the post recovery.

Vanifinwe x Brothers

2.6k words

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3

Warnings:

Mentions of torture, wounds, amputation, and wishing for death. 

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Vanifinwe barely remembered anything except in flashes, blurs of bodies dressed in gray and blue. The soft whispers of those bodies speaking and their hands upon her, tending to the aching wounds on her body. She had hardly made out any of the comments that were made about the severity of her wounds, except the talk of her missing hand. Which had been the greatest source of pain for her. Popping her shoulder back into place had been a better sensation than feeling them stitch and tend to the stub on her arm.

She knew they had tended to her hroa, surely stitching up gashes that had been long left to fester and stay open. The poking of the needle through her skin was nothing compared to when Morgoth or Sauron had ran their torture devices through her skin, ripping flesh open from her body… It was more of an annoyance that she had simply slept through. Though her mind wandered back to her hand… Thoughtlessly she reached across her abdomen to touch at the bandaged nub that was there. 

Not even flinching despite the searing pain that ripped through her at the graze done by her own volition. Reminding her again of what was lost. Her previous self would have mourned the loss of it, for her love to create would be impeded. But Vanifinwe felt no desire nor love nor want for such things anymore, the will for song and dance had been stamped out long ago. The desire to paint and sketch was long lost. Her inspiration and hope sucked right out of her fea at Sauron and Morgoth hands alone. 

She winced as the thought of Sauron’s tool scraping against her skin flashed into her mind, the sounds of his maniacal laughter filled her ears. It was all so realistic it made the hairs on her body stand. Prompting her to sit up quickly, even despite the ache that ran through her body at the motion, reaching up to loosen the collar of her gown further in hopes to reduce the pressure she felt around her throat. Trying not to remember the large hands that could engulf it in one go and would squeeze until she lost her breath.

The room was quiet, deafeningly so missing only the sounds of whipping winds to rip and tear at her exposed flesh. Nor was it filled with the sounds of snarling from orcs or screams from other thralls that had fallen victim to Morgoth’s hand. All the silence did was make her wary of what could possibly happen… What if someone else came to hurt her? Or return her back to Morgoth’s hands? What if Morgoth came and attacked?

Would her brothers be able to stop them this time? 

She doubted it, she had seen the might and power of Morgoth, having been subjected to it for Eru only knew how long. Being at his mercy and Sauron’s. It had been a miserable existence, yet this one away from it all hadn’t felt much different so far, now she just felt as if she was prolonging what was yet to come. 

Vanifinwe was a fool for taking the Oath… She couldn’t believe she had managed to let Maitimo and Makalaure convince her to take it. All for what? For rocks? Stupid shining fucking rocks. It made anger boil in her blood, she should’ve said no. Risked whatever consequences would’ve come with not taking the Oath from her father and be separated from her brothers. She doubts that he would’ve let her come with them at that rate… But it would’ve been better than hanging from a cliff face for thirty years. 

Suddenly the sound of the door creaking open pulled her from her bitter thoughts, a feeling she had been well.. Feeling.. Since her capture at Morgoth’s hands. She watched as swaths of red and black began to flood the room all sighing in relief as they saw that she was awake. Vanifinwe should’ve been relieved to see her brothers, but there was only the reminder that they too were bound to the Oath that lingered over her head. 

She sighed as they all filed in, Makalaure being who came to take his seat next to her side of the bed, Maitimo at the foot of her bed and the rest dispersed. Vanifinwe tensed at the feeling of Makalaure’s hands coming to her back, and she couldn’t lift her eyes to look at any of them. She was just filled with shame and discomfort right now, for looking and being so physically weak and vulnerable. Nothing like what she had been before, now she was but skin and bones. If that. 

“How are you feeling, nesa?” Makalaure asked in his soft and gentle voice, for a moment Vanifinwe thought on his words. What was she supposed to say? That she was feeling better? When her body still ached and the core of her fea felt broken and maybe even corrupted if she dared to take it that far. So all she could do was shrug for a moment as she continued to think, before finally she opened her mouth to speak. 

“I don’t know…” Vanifinwe answered lowly, keeping her gaze on her hand and wrist. She felt empty, cold, distant. Was that what he wanted her to say? But she didn’t iterate those thoughts and feelings to him. Or was he concerned about her physical being? He didn’t specify nor state, and the look on his face didn’t help either as she glanced up and saw the crinkling of worry find his face. There is a long and awkward silence and she can feel all their gazes on her, and it makes her uncomfortable. 

Maitimo has yet to say anything, but she feels his hand reach for hers. Watches how his big one engulfs her frailer and thinner one, and Vanifinwe wonders what might be on his mind. But again it is Makalaure who speaks up, feeling his hand card through her matts in her hair. Uncombable heavy thick mats from where her hair had been whipped around by Manwe’s winds, and the fact that the back of her had been pressed against the cliff face. Tangling it further, leaving it to mat… 

“How about I cut your hair? I do not think you wish for me to try and brush it.” He asks softly, and she was glad he came to the obvious conclusion about how she didn’t want her hair to be brushed. There was nothing about it that she wanted to save. So Vanifinwe nods quietly prompting Makalaure to get to his feet, but Curvo had been quicker in searching for shears. Finding them quickly before he handed them off to him, as Makalaure had cut all of their hair at some point when they had been little. 

As she sits there, quietly she looks up again at Maitimo. His pale blue eyes finding hers, and she can see regret and guilt swimming in his eyes. It was on the tip of his tongue to say something in regards to it, but for the moment he said nothing and Vanifinwe only held still as she heard and felt the snipping of hair coming loose off her head. 

Maitimo looks over his sister, who is gaunt and frail.. Skin and bones quite literally. The scars that litter what skin that does show through her nightgown, but he had seen how extensive they were. Having hovered and assisted in bandaging her up, the fact that she had to lose her hand. The dominant one in which she held paint brushes, chisels, and plucked harp strings with. It was his fault, for believing that there could’ve been any negotiating with Morgoth for the Silmarils. That he had let his baby sister come along with him, it should’ve been him in this position. Who was scarred up and having been rescued from a cliff face… Not her. It should’ve been him that was captured…

“Vani… I am sorry.” He breathes out, and he watches the way her jaw tenses at his words. Maitimo wonders if she is bitter about what he caused for her- or at least what he feels he has caused for her. By leaving her to have been kidnapped by Morgoth… He could’ve done more right?

“Don’t.” She says firmly, she doesn’t want regretful apologies, it was her choice to have joined him to meet Morgoth. The only resentment she feels is perhaps towards herself that he had convinced her to take the Oath. That she let him do it. It would’ve taken nothing to have said no, yet in that moment of still shellshockedness of seeing Grandfather crushed in the foyer… Vanifinwe felt compelled by her brothers pressing to say yes. 

“If I hadn’t convinced you take the Oath-”

“I don’t want to hear about the Oath.” Vanifinwe responds sharply, closing her eyes. Anything but the Oath, for the love of merciful Iluvatar. She doesn’t want to hear about the Oath or to think about it anymore than what she already was. Was it not enough that she suffered because of it? Now they were bringing it up. 

She can hear Curvo scoff across the room, but she chooses to ignore it. Though not for long as of course Atya’s favored son would have something to say about her response. 

“You took the Oath the same as us, it is best if you get used to hearing about it again for we are all bound to it.” Vanifinwe felt her temper flare at his words, and her eyes grew dark as she shot a scathing glare over at Curufinwe. Maitimo brought a hand to her shoulder, his hand rubbing while Makalaure still continued to cut through her thick hair in sections to free the mat on the back of her head. 

“I don’t want to hear about the fucking Oath!” She said, raising her voice, one that was raw and raspy. From being dry as she had been without water for so long and so hoarse from all the screaming from torture. Vanifinwe watched how the familiar chilling scowl found Curufinwe’s face. But it didn’t deter her, she had faced Morgoth himself and Sauron too, the haunting face of her father was nothing to her any longer. It elicited no fear, just rage. 

“Have I not paid enough for it!? Was thirty years on Thangorodrim’s cliff face not enough about the Oath!? What of the years of torture!?” Vanifinwe said, her voice wavering, and the tears welled in her eyes for the first time in a long time. The silence was deafening, she didn’t care if she was bound to it, Vanifinwe wanted nothing more to do with it. 

“All for what? For fucking rocks?” It came out weakly despite her best efforts for it not too, she sounded vulnerable and weak. She hated it. Even if it were in front of her brothers, she didn’t want to be so weak anymore… Makalaure had stopped cutting, Curufinwe’s rebuttal died on his lips as they merely parted but nothing came out. Maitimo simply pulled her into him for an embrace and Vanifinwe tensely went with the motions, resting her forehead against his shoulder.

Fighting back the tears she didn’t want to shed. She had shed enough over this ordeal in Angband, on Thangorodrim… When Findekano had cut her hand from her wrist. She didn’t want to cry anymore, yet her body had other plans in mind as the tears came out in a deluge and Vanifinwe felt terrible. Everything ached and she was tired of aching- physically, mentally, emotionally. It would’ve been kinder if Findekano had just let her be the second victim to the Oath and have killed her. 

Curse Manwe’s kindness to have listened to Findekano’s plight. But she was simply too much of a coward to let herself fade, for she feared being sent to the Void as she didn’t fulfill the Oath if she had died. Instead of the comforts and healing halls of Mandos… And if she would be so lucky to go to Mandos’ she didn’t want to see their father. 

She hated him. 

“We don’t have to talk about it… You don’t have too, nesa.” Maitimo said softly, his big hand coming to her back to rub gently. Especially not now, Maitimo didn’t know how avoidable it would be for her… But he wouldn’t pressure her right now in recovery. Not now, not ever if he could help it. If there was anyone who could figure out how to break the Oath and be free of it… Vanifinwe would somehow figure it out… Right?

He should have never pressured her, in the depths of his fea he knew that the Oath would take. He knew there would be horrendous repercussions, he knew that all of them would be at the mercy of it. Just not to this extent, not in the way that Vani had or the way that Amrod had when he had burnt up in the ships… Or the way their father burnt up in his own death. Even if it was somewhat of a blessing to stop him in his madness.

Slowly she nodded her head, listening to the sound of his heart beating, the sound so familiar and comforting. Reminding her of all the times Maitimo had held her when she had been hurting the most, and for a moment a pulse of comfort ran through her. It was the first time in too long she had felt it, closing her eyes and trying to relax as all was still and silent. 

Taking some deep breaths to stop the tears, walling herself back up, before slowly she pulled away. Maitimo letting his arms fall from her slowly, mindful of where his hands fell so it wasn’t on her injured wrist and hand. Vanifinwe nodded her head, knowing all had been waiting to do anything and react. It was only then that Makalaure brought the shears back and cut her hair again. 

The weight of the mat was steadily becoming lighter, and more free. Stray hair that came up to her ears fell forward and she caught glimpses of white strands… It had been some time since she had seen her hair as most of it had been tucked and tangled behind her head. Vanifinwe knew the stress had been immense, it was just didn’t expect for it to have outwardly shown despite how taxing it had been. 

Finally her head was free of the mat as she felt it roll down her back before Makalaure picked it up. Tossing it in a bin, before he moved to take his seat right back next to her again. His own hand coming to hold hers now that it was free, and she looked to him. 

“We will help you get through this Vanifinwe.” Makalaure said with optimism and encouragement, and for a moment she could believe that he was telling the truth. But without having access to Mandos or the Gardens of Lorien, Vanifinwe was skeptical. When these trauma’s were all new to them and the Healers, it was unlike anything they had experience in to help. 

“It is a long way to go but we will be here every step of the way.” He said, and slowly she nodded. That she did believe, that they’d all be there for her as they all always operated as one giant unit together. Again that small pulse of comfort ran through her, and as uncomfortable as it made her… She simply accepted it. 

“Thank you.” She only answered weakly, it was a long way to go. And she was sure she’d never be the same again, but… perhaps there was hope there’d be something worthwhile after this ordeal. Even if it were simply breaking her Oath somehow.

All Vanifinwe could do was sigh, deciding to put some of her care into her brothers hands and hope that Eru would be forgiving and willing to help out of this mess. For she feared of what was to come and how much worse this could get. 

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Oath and Consequences

Part 2

Vanifinwe x Feanorians

4k words

Warnings:

Character Deaths, Graphic Violence

Request:  Can you write a what if story about Vanifinwe? About her getting captured in angband instead of Maedhros and what her brothers were doing to save her? I love your writing!!

A/N: Ask and you shall receive anon! Sorry that it took so long to do this! Though anticipate for the last half of your request in part 3. Shout out to saviorsong for helping me with Morgoth’s dialogue.

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 

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Vanifinwë sat in silence amongst her brothers, all of whom sat in a pitched tent. One that they put up in haste on the shores of Lake Mithrim. The stool she sat on was beyond uncomfortable in it, as it was small and awkward, only staring off into the distance with no rhyme or reason. Barely listening as her brothers talked amongst themselves. Discussing what it is they should do after receiving notice from Morgoth.

It was a letter claiming that he would surrender one of the Silmarils. Morgoth claimed it was being done out of the terror of the wrath that was to come of the Noldor. Yet Vanifinwë was not buying such words, not after what she saw done to Finwë and now her father. 

It had been a nightmare since they left Manwë and Varda and moved to rally all who would follow Fëanaro to the shores of Arda. They had gained a hefty host, even Nolofinwë following faithfully to leave with Fëanaro when called upon. Without hesitation he had rallied his own followers, even the Arafinwëans had followed their Uncle. Vanifinwë couldn’t help but come to regret not following Nolofinwë instead of her Atar. As she predicted, she regretted this Oath already.

It brought utter ruin upon innocents caught in the crosshairs of her father’s rage and extreme tempestuous behavior. When the Teleri denied him the ships, she knew her Atar would still take them regardless of what they said, but she did not think he would kill them for the ships.

It had been horrific. 

Fëanaro beheaded the poor Teleri Lord who came to meet their host when he had decided that he would not be told no again. In an instant, it had caused chaos.

Her brothers quickly took up arms and had slashed their way through the Teleri like they were nothing. Even though the Teleri had every right to defend themselves, they had no weapons of their own to stave off such an attack. Stuck with simple letter openers or kitchen knives at the most, only for each of them to slaughter them as they came.

Vanifinwë was only grateful that Fëanaro had not tried to give her, to use it against the innocent elves her family so willingly moved to slaughter. Other elves within the host had joined the massacre, with Maitimo simply dragging Vanifinwë along through the bodies and blood that ran through the streets of Alqualondë. Washing down the docks and dripping into the water as he slashed at any elf who charged at them. 

Fear struck faces paralyzed in death, or agony permanently plastered there. Lifeless eyes that stared back up at her as she looked over the mess. Those who survived their wounds pleaded in desperation for help. Their cries came out broken and in obvious horrid pain, and as much as Vanifinwë would have given everything to have stopped to help them, her family would allow for no such thing.

She protested as much as they drug her along through the blood covered streets, yelling at them to stop. Berating and cursing at them for what they had done! Even as they cut down another elf who even attempted to come near. Vanifinwë was the first to board the ships, per her Atars instructions. Maitimo had physically lifted her and stuck her on the swan ship himself, knowing if he did not she would certainly run back to the Valar.

Vanifinwë would have given anything in that moment to have rushed back and recant her vow. Once the ship set sail, with hundreds following, she could not turn back. It was far too late for that, especially now.

When they had landed, for a while they had dawdled. Waiting for survivors to make landfall, as ships broke in the harsh waves, falling apart and drowning part of their host. Their cries were deafening and heartbreaking. All Vanifinwë could do was stand and listen to them. Maitimo and Makalaurë gave her a weapon Fëanaro kept from giving to her during the Kinslaying. Knowing that now she needed it and that she could not refuse having reached the point of no return. 

What ships didn’t make it… lost to Ulmo and Ossë.

By the grace of Eru they had been lucky their own ship had taken on a little water, though that luck was very short-lived after the surviving ships and their sailors arrived. Just as they prepared to return them, so Nolofinwë and his own host may join them, did Fëanaro protest. Screaming for everyone to halt, in their confusion they did as commanded by their High King. While her Atar had given some speech to their host, Vanifinwë had slowly realized that they were short a sibling.

Noting how frantic Minyarussa had looked searching through the crowd for his twin, Vanifinwë ready to join her brother in their search before suddenly a ship burst into flames. Despite being on the sea and having been drenched, the fire took to it like it was dry kindling. This time, Vanifinwë had been the unfortunate target of her Atar, as he shoved a torch in her hands. Hovering over her and making sure she too took part, knowing now she had nowhere to run and rescind anything.

It was the agonized shrill screams of Atyarussa that had caught their attention, several ships in… To their pure horror they could only listen as they pierced through the crackling and burning of the fire. Hatred burned in Vanifinwë’s veins for her Atar at this, and she resented him for making her take part in any of this. 

Already she saw the cost of the Oath, and there had been no relief even when Fëanaro was struck by the Balrogs that ambushed them past Mithrim.

They mortally wounded him, and Vanifinwë had hoped that perhaps he saw how in vain this mission had been. That he would release them from the Oath. But no, he merely cursed Morgoth and his body burst into flames in their hold.

“Vanie? Are you listening?” Curufinwë asked, pulling her from the self loathing and memories of their so-called plight. She only hummed out in question,

“Hm? No, I am afraid my mind was elsewhere hanno.” She sighed out, rubbing her face some before moving to stand and approach the table. Pulling her cloak a little tighter around herself as a chilly wind blew through the tent, and she could feel her eldest brother’s eyes on her. Since the burning she could not look him in the eyes, ashamed by what she had done- even if he had done worse. Vanifinwë felt just as responsible for Atyarussa’s death as Fëanaro had been.

“I said that I intend to meet with Morgoth and I shall take an embassy with me. For I do not trust he will appear alone.” Maitimo stated to her simply, and Vanifinwë didn’t understand this either. Another drive of the Oath to retrieve the stupid gem in the hands of their enemy. To meet with him as if he did not smash their grandfather with a hammer or send an ambush that killed their Atar.

“Who are you taking?” She asked him in short,

“Whoever will follow.” Maitimo responded with ease at her words as he watched the way she nodded.

“Unless you object?” Vanifinwë couldn’t help but scoff at his words, as if they would tolerate her objections! They didn’t back in Valinor, not in Alqualondë. She had no way to object in Losgar with Fëanaro breathing down her neck. She would have, if she could have, and as a result Vanifinwë envied Maitimo in the same breath for having done so during the burnings.

She ran a hand through her long black hair, giving a more sarcastic expression that wrinkled her nose. She repressed the sneer that wanted to curl up at her lips, currently at wits’ end with this sudden need to ask her to be present for this “meeting”. Maitimo was simply telling them what he was going to do, whether anyone here liked it. Vanifinwë had caught earlier how Makalaure wanted to go with him, and Maitimo told all the brothers that they were to stay behind.

“Like my opinions and objections matter suddenly?” She questioned, feeling heat flare inside of her. It had grown more intense the longer time had passed, part of her heart having grown sour already from this chaos. Vanifinwë heard the huff that left Curufinwë and Tyelkormo, all knowing easily this could turn into an argument if she very well wanted it too.

They had all concluded she had been quiet for far too long. They had avoided hour long lectures, and a proper chewing out this far. Vanifinwë was an explosion waiting to happen in her brothers’ eyes.

“They have always mattered, Vanie. Now is not the time. If you have any objections, state it now. If not, then I must leave as soon as possible.” Maitimo stressed watching the way her brows knit together, and a frown pulled at her lips with every word he spoke. Only growing more severe as he sidelined her current emotions, even if he had a point.

“The objection I have is that you are going without even one of us, Nelyafinwë.” She stated with firmness to her tone, using his Ataresse, something she had always done if she disapproved of something he did. Folding her arms over her narrow chest as her eyes finally met his. Narrowed and sharply honed in on him,

“Agreed, it is foolish to run in there without us.” Carnistir piped up nodding his head. For once, a sibling was in vocal agreement of her thoughts since this all began. 

“Even with an embassy.” Vanifinwë included so Maitimo could not try to weasel that into his argument to make it fair. Maitimo let out a huff of his own, bringing a hand to rub his face as he frowned. He already had this argument with them, now it was Vanifinwë he had to contend with. Why hadn’t anyone made sure she was listening earlier?

“I have already explained why you all cannot come. Each of you will have duties I need for you to do in my absence.” He explained with simplicity, yet Vanifinwë was not buying it. Vigorously she shook her head,

“I have no duties to tend to. I will go with you.” There was an array of gasps and scoffs that flew around the table at this, and the severe look of Maitimo’s face was an immediate sign of an answer to come.

“Vanie that is not happening.” Tyelkormo firmly stated, stabbing his finger firmly into the table as he stared her down. Silver hair falling over his shoulders as he leaned forward as if it would further drive his point home. Vanifinwë merely sneered at his reaction!

“No. You all have forced me into this Oath-”

“No one forced you! You accepted it yourself!” Curufinwë muttered darkly with a sneer of his own to match Vanifinwë’s. Were she more sympathetic in her father’s death, his appearance would’ve offset her. Yet it only made her more determined as she was angry with her Atar, and the sight of Curufinwë looking just like him only made her dig her heels in harder.

“Not without manipulation and pressure from our eldest brothers and Atar!” Vanifinwë as she placed her hands on the tabletop, her voice carrying loudly across the tent as she glared in return to him. Her gaze then turning to Maitimo, his red hair hastily pulled back into a braid with his copper circlet sitting atop his head. If there was any guilt there, he kept it hidden from Vanifinwë’s prying eyes.

“You got me into this mess, knowing I wanted no part of it. I am going with you, the sooner we end this Eru forsaken Oath the better. I want out of it as soon as we can end it.” Each brother turned their attention to Maitimo, who quietly chewed on the inside of his cheek at her words. It was true, if he hadn’t interfered then Vanifinwë would have said no. She would have stayed with their amillë, he was sure, or perhaps stayed with Nolofinwë. Just like their Atar, he had made sure she too took the Oath.

“It is not up for debate, so I do not know why you are thinking so hard.” She added pulling him from his thoughts watching him fold his arms over his chest before there was a sigh and his shoulders hunched forward. Makalaurë gasped at his words!

“Maitimo! You cannot seriously be accepting of it!” He stated quickly,

“Only, if at the first sign of trouble that you run Vanie.” Maitimo added, making sure that there was of course a condition to this, that seemed to be the only game he would play by. Conditions. A condition to show how much Vanifinwë cared for this family to accept the Oath. A condition to take the sword Fëanaro gave her when they landed in Losgar so she may protect them and herself. Now a condition now to run at the first sign of trouble..

“Do you not think I am capable? I fought just as hard as you all during Dagor-nuin-Giliath!” Like them, she had taken to the sword easily and with little help from them, and did indeed prove herself valiant during Dagor-nuin-Giliath. She helped save several other elves who certainly had been in direct peril. Her swordsmanship was far from under fire.

“That is not what I am saying, Vanifinwë. Just let us not take any further risks, it will be bad enough having one of us there. Two of us is far more tempting, I just want for us to be careful.” In silence, Vanifinwë only stared her brother down, thinking on his words and weighing the consequences of what could happen. With a sigh, she nodded, conceding to his words and conditions. Though she would not tell him how she certainly planned to stay if he did not run from that fight either. It was bad enough she contributed to the death of her brother, she’d not leave another one to such a fate again.

“Alright, Nelyafinwë.” She answered, and relief filled her brother to know that she would do as directed. Though the walk to the meeting place would not be a pleasant one, as he knew Vanifinwë was holding her tongue for the moment. Such a long walk would be an opportune time to tell him how she really feels.

“Good. I shall gather some others and we will be off, be ready for when I return.” With that, Maitimo left the tent on a search for other elves who would bravely and perhaps foolishly follow them both to meet with Morgoth. None of the others said a word, there was nothing left to argue.

Maitimo had already given all their tasks and what their duties were in his absence. He hadn’t cleverly thought of any for Vanifinwë, so they could not help him in persuading her to stay. They only lingered in the tent in silence as Vanifinwë placed her sheath back around her waist and waited for his return.

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Swiftly Maitimo had returned and Vanifinwë faithfully followed along with his men, being sure to walk beside her brother. Their host was not great or large, but certainly enough to withstand whatever orcs Morgoth might bring to attack them. Vanifinwë was silent the whole walk there, and even if Maitimo said something to her, she responded with nothing. Not wanting to fight or spill what her intentions were about how she would not strand him.

Though she prayed quietly to Eru that it would not have to come down to that. If Morgoth could twist and corrupt her Atar how he had, she didn’t trust what he might do to Maitimo. She commended him silently for at least bringing an embassy, grateful he had enough wits about him to know he wasn’t trustworthy.

For hours they walked with ease through the rocky mountain pass, sensing no sign of unrest around them, even despite the unusual silence that lingered here. In these passes it did not appear there was much wild life this close to Thangorodrim. Though Vanifinwë was already feeling uneasy as they drew nearer to their destination. Chalking it up mostly to nerves about coming face to face with the Dark Valar now knowing truly what he was capable of.

As they walked up the gravel slope to the flat rock area discussed for them to meet at, Vanifinwë had expected for Maitimo to have strategically placed his men. That way if Morgoth showed up alone, so it would not send him on a tirade against them, but he did not. 

All walking upon the flat and none having a chance to even settle into the space they had just entered before suddenly orcs and balrogs alike sprang from the surrounding rocks!

Caught in the surprise unprepared, they all scrambled and the fell beasts slew two elves in the embassy amidst the chaos! They didn’t even have the chance to pull their swords out! Not even Vanifinwë and Maitimo could get their swords out in time!

“Vanie! Go!” He commanded in his booming voice, not realizing even if she wanted too.. She could not leave as the fell beasts and creatures surrounded them all, not that she intended to begin with only cutting down the orcs that came forward and at her. 

Easily in the attack she became separated from Maitimo as a few of the orcs drove her back, even as she cut one down. His blood splattering on her body, making her grimace in disgust, but just as she turned her attention to the remaining orc… another appeared.

Too preoccupied with the task at hand, Vanifinwë could not see past the creatures before her, and Maitimo had yet to realize what had happened. Trying to assist his companions only to watch each one slaughtered by orcs, no matter how hard they fought against them. They were no match for the balrogs that were present here, and Morgoth was certain to have proven that to Maitimo.

With the crack of a whip, Vanifinwë felt the heat of it wrap around her wrist and yank her back. Forcing her to drop her sword with a clatter and fall back as an orc raised his blade, charging at her fallen form and ready to end her life right there. Heat searing through her wrist from where the whip had scalded and burned her skin.

“Spare the she-elf!” Morgoths voice commanded, prompting her to turn her head and see the Dark Vala stepping forward from where he had hidden with a grin on his face. There was far too much delight on his face as his eyes bounced between herself and Maitimo, his long black hair draped down his black velvet clad back. The claws of the beast behind her wrapping in her thick hair and pulling her to her feet with a grimace. Seeing her brother surrounded by orcs and the other balrogs that stood there.

“I see despite your betrayal that you have brought something far more worthwhile than yourself.” He all but purred as he walked over to where Vanifinwë stood trapped in the clutches of his beast. The grip so tight in her hair she could feel some strands giving way and ripping from her scalp. Morgoth paused just before her, bringing a rough blackened hand to grab her chin and pull her face to look up at him and into his ghastly white eyes.

Quietly his eyes roaming her face, committing it to memory… almost admiring her features, but it was only for a moment. A wry grin once more pulling at his lips,

“Release her Morgoth!” Maitimo hissed out, trying to muscle his way through the hold he was in, several orcs surrounding him with swords all aimed for his throat. Giving him no opportunity to slash his way through it, Morgoth merely chuckled and turned his head before standing back to his full height and releasing her face. 

“You are in no position to be demanding things of me, Prince Nelyafinwë.” Morgoth tutted out, Vanifinwë watching him like a hawk with a glare on her brow. Though she didn’t struggle, Vanifinwë knew well enough what he was capable of. There was no point in that. Even if her adrenaline and anxiety was pounding through her, nothing good would come of this. They fell into his trap like flies to vinegar… 

“What is it you want?” Vanifinwë piped up from behind him, not wanting to draw things out and to get right down to it, feeling Maitimo’s eyes flit between herself and the Dark Vala. She knew that there were consequences to face, beating around the bush would only be worse. 

“My, my eager are we?” He paused in thought after his words, slinking across the rocky ground back to Vanifinwë, 

“What I wanted was your brother. I knew he’d betray me, relished in the thought of watching him end up so defenseless and powerless against me as I had his embassy slaughtered and taking him as my prisoner.” He sighed out casually, shoulders back and straight as he clasped his hands behind his back. Boots scuffing across the ground as he halted before her, looking down his nose at Vanifinwë, as she all but sneered gazing back at him. 

“Yet imagine my surprise to see you amongst them too, not one but two of Fëanaro’s prized offspring almost as precious as his gemstones.” Morgoth delivered a jab, knowing well the spite she held for those rocks, though his words held some truth Vanifinwë had come to terms with. Fëanaro had indeed loved those gemstones more than his children. Regardless, it sent a flush of heat through her, leaving her to glower in response. 

“Well? You have me so take me and let my nesa go.” Maitimo responded easily and without a shred of hesitation, Vanifinwë could only watch the way Morgoth seemed to shake his head, eyes still trained on her as he tilted his head. Half heartedly looking over his shoulder at the eldest Fëanorian, waving away his words with a scorched hand.

“Again, you are in no position to be making demands, Nelyafinwë.” His voice deep and commanding this time, almost a growl as his lip curled at the Prince’s pressing. Morgoth stepped to the side of the elleth still within the fell beast’s hold, bringing his hand to slip around her throat. 

“My plans changed when I saw Anamartindë. Such a fitting name for all that I have in store for your beloved sister.” He sighed out, shoving the beast away, its claws snatching her head sideways and ripping black strands from her scalp. Bringing her to hiss out in pain as the Dark Vala stood right behind her, Vanifinwë locking eyes with her brother as sweat beaded on her forehead. A shaky sigh releasing from her throat at his words… 

There was nothing that could be done… It was just her and Maitimo left, and she was going to end up in Morgoth’s clutches. There was no doubt about any of it… What was there to do? 

Vanifinwë felt Morgoth’s hand squeezing lightly as her pulse quickened beneath the pads of his sensitive fingers. Swallowing thickly as all she could do was stare back at her equally bewildered brother,

“Take one last look and let this be a warning, Nelyafinwë. Leave now with your host, back to Valinor, lest you be met with my wrath. Leave knowing that your dear sister will know pain unlike any you can fathom and that you and your brothers failed.” Vanifinwë watched as Maitimo’s brow furrowed deep in his anger, his jaw clenched tight and his body tense and ready to jump out at a moment’s notice. Even despite being restrained and knowing at this moment it would do no good… 

Before Maitimo could protest or even open his mouth and demand that he take him instead, in a cloud of black smoke both Vanifinwë and Morgoth were gone. The balrogs following in smoke and flame and with orcs being all that were left in his fury; he barreled through them. Sword swiping, slashing throats, heads rolling and all who could ran at the intensity in which Maitimo fought with. 

Screaming out angrily now that his sister was gone and there was nothing more that he could do. 

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Gone Too Far

Vanifinwë x Curufin

Important Warnings: Graphic Attempted Murder (literally), Strangulation, Abuse: Verbal, Name Calling, Bullying

2.4k words

Hányo - q. Brother

Ner - q. Elf Male

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE PLEASE READ FIRST:

 Due to the graphic nature of the fic I have chosen not to tag anyone. While it is not something that is gorey but attempted murder is attempted murder. It might be way too graphic for other readers. So I ask that you guys approach this carefully if this is something you wouldn’t consider reading to begin with. Everything is hidden under the undercut even though the beginning is soft.

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Vanifinwë sat before the roaring hearth, a warm wolf fur blanket in her lap and a book in hand. Her brothers were gone for now while she sat comfortably in Himring, off to do whatever it was that required their attention. Perhaps related to the Siege of Angband, as it was not something she physically participated in. 

The sounds of the hearth filled the room, logs and fire crackling and shifting down into ash slowly. Dancing with ferocity as the fire licked and lapped at the large chunks of wood within its grasp. 

Between the heat of the hearth and the blanket around her legs, Vanifinwë was extremely comfortable. The harsh cold of Himring kept completely at bay for now, allowing her to only be in one layer for once as opposed to the two or three she liked to wear. The black velvet gown was thick enough already yet she chilled so easily since the Crossing. 

Turning to the next page, Vanifinwë reached over to the side table grabbing her glass of wine to take a sip from it just as she heard the door to the study open. For a moment she paid no mind to the soul that had entered the room until Vanifinwe heard the unmistakable sound of the door locking. 

“Are we hiding from Maitimo?” She asked with mild amusement, only seeing a small swath of blackened hair out of her peripheral, assuming it was Makalaurë who often kept her company when he was not busy with skirmishes or planning for their next assault. Yet she only heard the soft sounds of footsteps approaching leisurely,

“That bad that you’re not even answering Makala-” Vanifinwë paused holding her glass to her lips as she finally looked up to spot the face of her father staring back at her. A scowl on his face as simply clasped his hands behind his back, black hair swept down his back neatly with his circlet of silver crowned atop his head. Red tunic buttoned high upon his neck and thin black robes fell around him,

“Suddenly changed your mind about my branding, hányo?” She inquired, skewing a black brow up asking in reference to calling her a traitor. Her appearance rivaling that of Curufinwë’s as she too looked starkly like Fëanaro, and to Curufinwë that simply wouldn’t do. A traitor like her didn’t deserve to mimic the ner that raised them. He tsked harshly at her words. 

“Hardly.” Curufinwë seethed, “Do not address me as if you are my family, torco.” 

Vanifinwë’s brows went up as Curufinwë threw out calling her a troll!

“Oh! Is that what we are resorting to now? Name calling? Here I thought you were better than this.” She said in a grave voice, taking another sip from her wine, blue eyes focused on her elder brother. A fire lit behind them, ready to be on the defensive against him, again. Daily this became an occurrence, this fighting and bullying that he doled out like she was nothing to him. 

“I shall as you continue to reside here in waiting as if you think you belong here. You are nothing but shit beneath my boot and you have no place here.” He replied easily, still the anger in his tone was unmistakable and Vanifinwë set her jaw tightly. Furrowing her brows deeply as she glared back at him, 

“I am blood, I shall stay where I please Curufinwë.” Vanifinwë retorted back quickly, trying not to let her “brother” rile her up. It was hard when they had been close, him the annoyingly strict father figure in her life it seemed as her and Tyelperinquar were close in age. That and it didn’t help that he looked so much like Fëanaro only opened up old wounds when he disowned her.

“You may be blood but not even Atya considered you family. You have no fealty nor love for this family-”

“Do not tell me what it is I feel for this family hányo.” She hissed in return, setting her book aside and crossing her leg over her knee, gripping the armrest trying to restrain her anger. Feeling already as her hands began to shake with her every mounting ire. 

“Oh I shall remind you daily until you are thrust from these walls. You have nothing, you are nothing, you are worth nothing. Get gone from here while you still are on the receiving end of my “kindness”.” Vanifinwe scoffed audibly at Curufinwë’s words watching as he moved to stand before the hearth, the stern look still on his face and only growing worse the longer this conversation was going on. 

“You are not Maitimo! You have no place or right to tell me where I should and shouldn’t be Curufinwë! You are not King nor Lord of these lands to tell me what to do!” She hissed out in return standing from her seat, with her blanket falling to the floor before her feet. Holding the glass by the cup and not the stem any longer, watching as a smug smirk began to find his lips.

“I am still a Prince, Vanifinwë. While you are nothing but a title-less, worthless, insignificant nobody. No one here loves you Vanifinwë. They simply tolerate you and all have tired of your foolish efforts to make us turn on Atya.” Curufinwë continued approaching her slowly with his hands still behind his back, chest and shoulders back and out. His head held regal and high, forcing her to crane her neck to look up at him. 

“And you Curufinwë are nothing but a fool trying to imitate a ner you’ll never be even half as good as at his best. But I suspect you’ll fall much lower and harder than Atya.” Vanifinwë responded holding herself up just as tall as Curufinwë even if she was shorter than him by several inches. Curufinwë released a heavy breath and the ire in his face had grown exponentially, Vanifinwë could see his hands shaking as he balled them up. 

“Silence yourself, lest I make you!” He growled and this time Vanifinwë took a step further, pleased to see that nasty smirk off of his face. Readying to take her leave but not without the final word, 

“I take no orders from the likes of you.” Vanifinwë sneered, “Make me if you want me to shut up so badly.” 

For a moment, the tension mounted, so taut it was a breath away from snapping. Both staring back into each other's eyes and neither making the move to back down from the other. Vanifinwë was far from afraid of her brother, unlike their father he was a coward and that was all Curufinwë had ever been. That was all he would ever be to her. 

“That is what I thought. You’re nothing but a coward.” Her lip curled up and Vanifinwë began to take the next few steps away from Curufinwë in no mood to continue this argument and hearing what other sniveling nonsense that might fall off his tongue. 

Yet it seemed to happen much quicker than Vanifinwë could’ve imagined it going. 

His hand suddenly snatched her black hair back with force, strands ripping from her scalp and her wine glass falling from her hand and shattering as she grimaced and grunted at the pulling. Immediately she reached behind her, trying to claw at his hand and grab at his wrist. 

But with a sharper pull Curufinwë pulled her to the ground, leaving her to gasp out sharply in surprise before she crashed to the floor with Curufinwë climbing on top of her. 

“Get off!!!!” She yelled, reaching her hands forward to shove at him as he leaned over. Vanifinwë’s feet were trying to shove her hips upwards to tip him off of her, but he was stronger even if it wasn’t by much. 

Still he was silent, seeing red, going beyond wishing to show Vanifinwë what her place was to him and in this family she was no longer a part of. 

Her fingernails scratching at his arms were fruitless as the thick velvet material protected them from her long square nails. 

He simply fought against her arms, easily overpowering them and pulling them down where he could pin them beneath his knees with his full weight. Vanifinwë let out a cry of aggravation, 

“Coward! Just hit me already!!!” She cried out! 

Only a coward would leave her defenseless against his strikes if that was what this was about. It wasn’t like they hadn’t hit each other before, they were siblings after all, but this was certainly a new low.

“I said shut up.” He hissed bringing his hands to her throat where he wrapped them easily around her narrow neck and began to squeeze. 

Vanifinwë scrambled beneath him, pushing against the floor as hard as she could and trying to pull her arms from beneath him.

Feeling his hands quickly growing tighter around her throat, taking gasping breaths and trying to call out for help. From anyone. A maid, a servant, a guard! It merely came out as a wordless cry that died quickly.

Panic swelling in her chest as she could feel the straining in his hands as he continued to squeeze harder. 

Mouth gaping, yet no breath came in or out. 

Terror seized her heart as it pounded furiously in her chest, feet kicking harder at the ground as she pulled again for her arms to be free. 

The pain of the weight of him was nothing compared to the burning in her lungs that she couldn’t fill with air to alleviate it. 

Black dots scattered across her vision, face turning red, her kicks slowing but she was trying to use more of her strength than quickness to roll him off of her. 

Freeing a hand that she brought to his hand that was wrapped around her throat. 

Fingers clawing and digging into his skin viciously drawing blood that dripped and dribbled onto her.

Curufinwë only seemed to squeeze harder. 

Tears welled and spilled over, as her life quickly flashed before her eyes, and the reality that her brother was going to kill her set in. 

Then suddenly she deeply and painfully filled her lungs with air as he released her throat. 

Her free hand gently came to rest against it to be doubly sure she was free to breathe, eyes quickly going to Curufinwë who looked unnervingly satisfied as he didn’t budge from atop of her. Quickly she cast her gaze away, finally to Curufinwë the submission she had so stubbornly refused to show was now shining through.

Vanifinwë couldn’t control the suddenness of tears that sprang forth in a deluge beyond her own volition, her chest ached from every breath that she took and her heart continued to pound heavily. 

When Vanifinwë opened her mouth to speak, or cry out for help… Whichever came first Curufinwë simply clamped a hand over her mouth. 

“Don’t tell me you didn’t learn your lesson.” He tsked and he heard her swallow thickly at his words, goosebumps rising on her skin.

“You will leave Himring, you will say nothing more of betraying Atya and you will tell none what has happened here.” Curufinwë growled out, pressing his hand hard against her mouth, hearing her breathing quicken between fear and still she was trying to catch her breath. 

“I’m not the coward you think I am.” The threat was there, subtly. One that promised he would finish what he started if she refused. 

“Consider this a mercy but it will not last. Are we clear?” His voice was too even, too cool and collected despite the strain he must have been under. Despite the fact that he was going to kill her… His own blood. His baby sister.

Vanifinwë blinked quickly as the tears streamed out, slowly nodding her head to the best of her ability. Afraid to even utter the smallest squeak in fear of retaliation from Curufinwë… Hate settled in the pit of her stomach as she stared up at him. 

She hated him, absolutely despised everything about him. Always had he been a nuisance, but this… He was a coward. Without a doubt and this simply proved it, but never again would Vanifinwë make the mistake of speaking to him again or seeing him again.

Finally and slowly Curufinwë pulled his hand away, testing to see if she would release even the softest of cries for help. But she didn’t, with no grace and every intention of hurting her further, he sat back on her knees. Crushing her arm before he got up to stand, pressing his boot against her stomach as he walked across her.

Vanifinwë held in the cry she wanted to release, only balling up in the floor to hold her stomach to try and stop the pain.

She simply listened to the sound of the door unlocking, opening and shutting.

Quietly she cried, before sitting up slowly and looking around the room. 

The rug was stained with red wine, with glass shards sprawled across the floor glittering in hearth and Anar’s light and the chair had been knocked out of the way. Black strands of her hair were on the floor around her and blood was on her fingers and beneath her nails.

Her thoughts were disoriented and racing, barely able to piece together what to do until she caught the sight of the glinting mirror. 

Shakily she stood to her feet, stumbling some and her head feeling light and dizzy. Nausea came in a beastly wave and she repressed the urge to vomit. Taking another deep breath trying to repress the urge back. Praising Eru that she was alive to take this very same breath she had now. 

Vanifinwë carefully walked over to the mirror and caught sight of herself…

Black hair was tangled and disheveled from where she had struggled against Curufinwë… His blood on her throat in a perfect ring across it… To go with the bright red splotches from where his hands and fingers had pressed into her. 

Painfully, she swallowed thickly, not stopping the tears as they came. Looking away from herself. 

An exit plan was needed from Himring and a way to cover these bruises. No one could ever find out about this she decided, Curufinwë was right. Vanifinwë didn’t doubt that he would kill her if they found out. Any shred of uncertainty that she would’ve had before was gone now. 

It was undeniable.

Vanifinwe would wear high collared dresses for the next few days while she packed. Her neck wouldn’t fully heal before she left, she wouldn’t wait that long. 

She simply picked up the blanket from the floor and wrapped it around her shoulders, covering her neck before hurrying from the study. Readying to change and hide away for the day while she prepared to leave. 

[theelvenhaven]

Hmmm so I've seen asks about Vani being with Dior and ones with Glorfindel but I'm wondering what would a relationship between Vanifinwe and Thranduil look like if they got together ?

11.09.2021

Oooh their relationship would be interesting. Considering that Thranduil was said to be alive during the First Age and the Kinslaying in Doriath I believe. It definitely would’ve had a little bit of an enemies to lovers vibe especially on Thranduil’s end.

I mean her brothers committed a Kinslaying, Vanifinwë doesn’t take things lying down, but she also understands where others are coming from when resentment for her brothers is shifted onto her.

- They definitely would’ve met sometime during the Second Age. Maybe sometime way before the Fall of Eregion.

- I think at first it would’ve been really hot and cold on Thranduils end, he’s taken by her and wants to be with her. But she has a horrid family history, but she’s like Celebrimbor where she never followed after those family members.

- Though I think it would’ve been Vani who would’ve made the first move with Thranduil confessing how she feels for him. But in a “This is why we shouldn’t interact” speech that he would’ve just kissed her to make her stop talking.

- I think their relationship would be very passion filled and very romantic on both ends.

- They’d both be affectionate with another, publicly and privately. Lots of handholding, kisses, embraces, and sweet nothings whispered between one another.

- I think in this dynamic, try as Vani might to be protective of Thranduil, he’d be more so over her. And would spend easily as much time as he could helping her reputation recover and definitely making sure she stayed on top of being able to still use a sword.

- Vani is still a big hen though, and would flit and freak out every time Thranduil is hurt. He loves it even though he just tries to coolly assure her he’s okay whenever he is hurt.

- As much as Vani would hate it at first and fight Thranduil on it, Thranduil would definitely push for Vani to take mantle and title as Princess and eventually Queen of Mirkwood. He’d never drop it until she finally gave in because he’s just as stubborn as she is. And doesn’t care for Vani’s no title complex

- Thranduil would definitely appreciate Vani’s leadership qualities and abilities and would easily rely on her for counsel as she would do the same for him.

- She would certainly help him strengthen relations between her cousins and their kingdom and teach him what they are like.

- Vanifinwë would certainly always have Thranduil’s back, physically, mentally and emotionally and it’s very rare that she doesn’t.

- Thranduil would really push her to come out of her shell and not let the past keep holding her back like it has/had been.

They would honestly be power couple goals and quite the dynamic duo.