#Niveienmarillanis

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❓+ Nívëien @niveien-marillanis

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Hm, I think Idril and Nívëien could be fun, since Idril would want to learn about Vanyarin culture from her, and she probably reminds of her Elenwë.

Or Nívëien and Eöl in Gondolin just for the drama of it.

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“Agarato, you’re bleeding.” Niveien for Anga? @niveien-marillanis

"It'll stop soon. If it bothers you don't look at it." Angrod pressed his bunched up shirt to the cut along his shin, he wanted to call for his brother, but Finrod had, of course, gone off on his own again.

[gxldenfinwe]

❝ i’m sorry that i never trusted you. i don’t know how to do that any more. ❞ For Arvo from Niveien @niveien-marillanis

"It is not your fault, Nívëien." Arafinwë took her hand in his own, cupping it gently. There was much he wished to say, but he did not think words would aid them here. Her hurt was too raw.

"What matters is that you are safe now."

[thegreatstrongbow]

🌿🍒 Beleg for Nívëien? @pearlmaidenofalqualonde

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"My lady, watch where you are standing." Beleg was rosy-cheeked and joyful, as the city celebrated midwinter. It was a beautiful day - cold, but with bright winter's sunlight, and a fresh blanket of snow that dusted the hair and ears of the reveller's. Someone had tied a branch of mistletoe to the tree branch above her.

Beleg kissed her cheek sweetly. "Unless you are hunting for kisses?"

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Nívëien's pale blue eyes zeroed in on the strange, petite woman immediately. She didn't move closer to her but didn't shy away either as Hel approached her. She admired the woman's hair that resembled flames, something she had never seen before in an elf. "You hair is pretty, like fire, Miss," the elfling spoke up after a moment. She watched the bright, soft tresses like she was hypnotized by them.

Still very shy and a little timid, the elfling stayed where she was, her full little cheeks turning rosy at the attention from this pretty stranger. "Are you a friend of my Amme or Atar? Did they send for you to take me to one of their homes?" Nívëien asked, her hand went to her curls and started twirling them with her fingers. @niveien-marillanis

Hel looked down at her hair that flowed like a molten river over her shoulder. She smiled amusedly as she looked back at her newly child companion. "Thank you, my dear." She replied, choosing to see it as a compliment. Most did mean it that way.

She chuckled shyly as she brought her hands up to pull said hair through her fingers, nervous as she continued to approach the friend she had already understood did not recognise her.

"Oh, how rude of me!" she exclaimed, adding a pitch to her voice as she eventually tossed her intricately braided hair back over her shoulder and finally came to Nívëien with a bright and kind smile.

"Forgive me, my lady. I am Helira. I am a friend of your grandfather's." She hated to lie. A friend of Nívëien herself. But needs must and calm, she felt, was important for disentangling whatever mess this was.

"I wonder, are you quite well? You seemed a bit.." Amber eyes lowered and rose as she took in this peculiarity. "Frazzled."

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[thegreatstrongbow]

❓+ Nívëien @niveien-marillanis

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I think it could be interesting to do something with an AU where Beleg comes to Nargothrond with Túrin and Gwindor maybe? Maybe they get to know each other a bit then.

[pxnxply]

He had not expected a gift. Beren had returned early from dinner, wishing to be well rested before they departed at dawn. Curious, he opened the bundle, and smiled. She was sweet, this Princess, and he was glad to have her guidance – he was glad there was someone who could tell his words to Lúthien, if he and King Felagund did not return.

He took the ring, and slipped it onto his finger. Maybe it was placebo, but he felt a little safer.

She hesitated in the door, indecision clawing at her as she said; "You're welcome Lord Beren, I hope to see you at dinner tonight. We're holding a feast tonight and there will be plenty of roasted river fish, if that is to your liking?"

Shortly after, Nívëien finally left.

Later, a small bundle was left on Beren's bed. Inside was a pearl ring, small enough to fit on his pinky finger, and a note that said; "This ring is enchanted so people with malicious intentions will not easily see you if you remain quiet, it will not work on ainur but it will on others. It has served me well, and I hope it will serve you well too. Best wishes, Princess Nívëien."

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"No need to apologise, my lady. I understand that you feel strongly about this. We all wish to ensure the Princess is safe. She is Gondolin's greatest treasure."

Duilin smiled, hoping to assure her that she had not caused any offence.

"Aye, he has not," Nívëien agreed, she felt the tension she hadn't even noticed she was carrying drain from her body. The frustration she had felt only moments ago drifted away like a bad smell and in it's place guilt crept in. "Thank you, my Lord."

"I apologise for being so short with you, Lord Duilin," she apologized, her tone and body language demure. She had been unnecessarily curt with him when he had done nothing wrong, and that was unfair. "I should not have taken my worry for our princess out on you."

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[gxldenfinwe]

“Do not worry. They have asked me to look after you.” A lie, but it was the best way he could think of explaining things without upsetting her.

He led her through the palace to an upstairs bedroom, once a room for himself and his siblings in their early childhood, before they were old enough for their own bedrooms. It had not been used for many years, but the furniture was well kept and clean, and the bed made.

“You should be nice and comfortable in here. It is not Alqualondë, I know, but it is quite pretty.”

"Alright," Nívëien agreed, immediately taking his much larger hand in hers. Her smile was shy as she followed him, her eyes darted about as she took in everything there was to see in Arvo's home.

Her gaze lingered on the many pretty paintings that lined the walls, thoroughly enjoying all the colours, pretty flowers and how happy the people in them looked.

"Where is Ammë and Atar?" The elfling asked, losing her smile as she thought of her parents. They would be very angry with her for being here and bothering Arvo, and for taking up his time and money on providing her food and drink whilst she visited. She cost too much money to have around.

"They will be angry if I stay here without their permission."

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[pxnxply]

Beren was not a complete fool. He knew she did not believe they would succeed. But he smiled at her as she left, warmed by her kindness. All the elves had been so kind to him, so noble and fair - he had almost forgotten that such kindness could exist in the world, in his long wanderings.

"Thank you, Lady Nívëien."

"You underestimate her, Lord Beren," Nívëien replied but she could see that her warnings were falling upon deaf ears and to carry on would only aggravate the mortal, and immortals were known to do plenty of foolish things when aggravated and she doubted mortals were any different in that regard.

"I have no doubt that my cousin will do all in his power to assist you, he is a dutiful and generous man." She mentioned, her lips curling into a little smile as she rose from her seat. "I truly hope his assistance will be enough, and that you are triumphant in your quest."

Nívëien hoped that Luthien would not be too upset with her if she knew she failed to dissuade Beren from his foolhardy quest.

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[pxnxply]

"She will not need to. With King Felagund's aid, we will take the Silmaril, and I will return to her side. There is nothing for her to fear."

Beren spoke with unshakeable conviction.

"I appreciate the concern. But she would not be able to leave Doriath against her mother's will, I should think."

Nívëien remembered Princess Luthien, her beauty and grace that had been matched only by the stars, and her kindness. Her kindness had been what stood out the most to her, more than her beauty.

"I have no doubt that you would do anything for her, and if the few times I've seen her have told me anything, it's that she will also do anything for those she loves." The teleri princess replied, carefully avoiding the mention of being in love herself one day.

That was a fantasy she had let go of a long time ago.

"That includes you, Beren," Nívëien added. "She would follow you into danger without hesitation."

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[gxldenfinwe]

“Of course, Nívëien,” he said, his words softened by an almost fatherly care. “I will stay as long as you need. There is no rush.”

Her grip on his robes remained firm, and he covered her trembling hands with his own, warm and grounding. He made no mention of her tears nor the pain in her voice; she would open up when she was ready.

“You do not have to tell me, or anyone, anything. But if you need someone to confide any more in, I am here, and your aunt as well. You do not have to bear it alone anymore.”

A relief so all-consuming like a tsunami hit her hard, and she sobbed again. With her cries muffled from hiding her face in her childhood friend's shoulder, her hands clenched his robes in a vice-like grip as he ushered her to sit. She didn't want to let him go just yet, not when she was swarmed with such overwhelming feelings that just couldn't be contained any longer.

Once Nívëien had gathered her composure and was able to keep her voice steady, she answered his questions as best she could.

"Just some of my vanyarin clothes, my books and journals, please," she responded, her voice quiet and her tone demure. "Please, don't go just yet Arvo?"

It had been so long since she had been able to hug someone without there being some sort of catch or consequence and she hadn't realised how much she missed it until she was holding her aunt's husband, she hoped Earwen wouldn't mind if they stayed like this for a little longer.

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[thegreatstrongbow]

He laid a hand over his heart and bowed, a ridiculous and dramatic gesture. “Ah, forgive me, my lady. I am not used to having many strangers around. I am Beleg Cúthalion. And please, I am no lord. Captain, if you must, but Beleg is fine.”

He smiled, charming.

“Very different. It did not feel so dangerous then. And of course, there was only the stars.”

Her hand moved from Beleg's shoulder to his arm, curling around the muscle as she allowed him to guide her away. She could feel his warmth through his clothes, the gentle heat soothing her cold hand.

"Aye, it is fun," Nívëien agreed as she tucked a stray curl behind her ear, and her eyes widened briefly in alarm as she realised she hadn't even introduced herself yet. How rude. "Please forgive my poor manners, I am Nívëien. May I know your name, my Lord?"

"Grandfather Olwë would sometimes talk about the Old Days, what were they like, my Lord? How different was it then compared to now?"

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[gxldenfinwe]

“Thank you.”

Arvo opened the letter carefully, reading it over once, twice, three times. He felt a tinge of annoyance - another thing the Valar asked of him, demand of him, assuming he would obey without question. It rankled him. He was not a dog jumping at their heels.

But he would do it. Of course he would. But not for Námo or Manwë or Varda - for Nívëien.

He smiled at her, folding the letter into his pocket and offering his hand.

“Why don’t you come with me, and we’ll get you settled and have a chat.”

"Lord Mandos sent me here, he asked his friend, his maia, to bring me here," Nívëien reported dutifully, still very confused by what was happening. Her ears lowered a little in her confusion, not sure what to make of Arvo's reaction. Normally she would just be yelled at for doing something not normal but Arvo is nice when he is small, so he should be nice when he was big, right?

"He asked me to give this letter to you, he said it was very important and it would explain everything?" The elfling elaborated, she rummaged through a pocket in her dress with her free hand to produce a grey letter. The envelope was sealed with a dark, steel grey wax and with the symbol of a gate, Namo's symbol.

Inside the envelope, the letter read;

"King Arafinwe,

Your niece Nívëien has been unable to heal in the Halls of Mandos after her death at the hands of orcs. With her consent, a deal has been made that she would be released from the Halls of Mandos as a child when she is young enough to have an opportunity to adapt and heal. With her permission, she had her memories past the age of fifteen sealed away under my maiar's power to aid her healing and recovery.

Before these changes were made, she requested to be placed in your care as you are the only one she trusted that remained in Aman.

Your aid in your niece's healing is appreciated.

Lord Namo."

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[gxldenfinwe]

“Of course. As long as you want.” No one would find it strange. Many elves lived with extended family. No one would question her wanting to stay with her aunt and cousins.

He guided her to sit down.

“Here, sit, gather yourself. I will designate one of the guest rooms for you.” The rooms were always left with clean linens, and he would make sure the children knew she was there.

“Is there anything you need from your parents’ house? I will go and get it myself.”

And not just so he could give them a piece of his mind.

Nívëien crumpled at the promise of being welcomed and safe, she'd yearned to have someone genuinely say that to her for years and now here it was. It felt wonderful, overwhelming, terrifying, exhilarating.

She burst into tears and practically threw herself at Arvo, clinging tightly to him and crying into his shoulder. For the first time in a long time she felt safe, like she had someone she could trust and be vulnerable with, no constant vigilance to watch and listen for barbs and traps to give her parents an opportunity to humiliate and demean her.

"I want to stay with you," Nívëien admitted as she cried, she was embarrassed by her reaction but couldn't find the strength to pull away. She craved the affection and the feeling of safety Arvo provided. "Please?"

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