#Tolkien original character

[valardynasty]

TOLKIEN ORIGINAL CHARACTER

The Lady of Shadow, wife of Maïa Mairon.

"There was a Vala named Silfmadrìel. She was an exquisite beauty. In land of Aman, every boy of age desired to be her suitor but none loved her more than Mairon.” - ATHËLAS

[essenceofarda]

Little Noldo Princess ✨

aka i've finally succumbed to drawing one of my most self indulgent oc's lol 😅, the youngest child and only daughter of Feanor and Nerdanel. Born many years after Amros and Amrod, she was a surprise baby (if elves can even have surprise pregnancies idk) and is considerably younger than her 7 older brothers. She is also not coincidentally the absolute apple of they and her father's eye. She has them all completely wrapped around her little finger (nerdanel being the only one capable of reigning her in lol, which results in Nerd having to be the disciplinary parent here haha)

anyway--i have lots of arts/ideas to draw for her and especially her interacting with her brothers/family and big cousins :)

[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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[aranhilelemathir]

Tolkien OC Week, Day 2: Canon-OC Relationship

Word Count: 2070 Words

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Aranhil Elhanan Elemathir. The second son of Arathorn son of Arador. From a mere Dúnedain and ranger, to be the Lord of Núrnen and Harondor. But this story is not about it- It's all about his relationship with the future Steward of Gondor, Faramir son of Denethor, from another person perspective

@tolkienocweek

Ithilien, 24 November 3015

Although winter at South is not as cruel as at North, but November is still the peak of winter wherever anyone lives. It could be cold, but it will never being so cold like at North. That's what Faramir believe untill this day, even though he couldn't remember anything about the northern part of Middle Earth. But Mithrandir used to tell him about how Middle Earth looks alike outside Gondor.

Ferendir who told him if he born in Eriador, also tell many stories everytime he got a chance. Faramir, as the one who has a power among many rangers in Ithilien, insert that green eyed ranger into his patrol team, so he will listen to the straight haired ranger when he is chirping like nightingale and tell many stories to him. He told everyone in the team about the beauty of Lothlorien, then how majestic elven palaces could be, although one palace had been deserted for many centuries since The Battle of The Last Alliance ended with many tears on tow.

Ferendir also taught Faramir to draw only with a charcoal pencil and rubber. Untill in his spare time, the Captain of Ithilien Ranger will not only read or write a poem. But he will take his sketchbook and pencil, then draw something under the green foliages of the forest. Ferendir became like a brother for many rangers in Ithilien, and Faramir put that childish ranger in his heart as his older brother, just like how he used to treat Boromir in his heart.

Faramir would die for both of them if it's needed. At least it happened untill Denethor decide to banished Ferendir from Gondor six months ago, and the Steward told his youngest son if the cheerful ranger will be executed if he set his feet in Gondor again. Denethor's word feels like a death sentence to him. But Faramir really has no power against his father.

He is not Boromir. Even Faramir could sense his father's hatred towards him long time before he joined the army. Beside his strained relationship with his father, Faramir's love for his father is unconditional, just like his loyalty to Gondor. He is patiently waiting for the King to come and reclaiming his long deserted throne in Echtelion Tower, although his situation has worsened after Ferendir leave him alone in Henneth Annun. He feel so lonely in his fight against Mordor since then.

But the presence of his guests sparked a little hope in his fragile heart. Rian told him if both of Faramir's guests, one of them is Bertrand who Faramir knew already, is a Ranger of the North. Their sudden visit elevate his soul and hope. Bertrand know Ferendir already, and Faramir put a great hope to the Ranger of the North, since he think this ranger know something about his Brother Feren.

After Rian lead his guests into his study, Faramir's gray eyes looking to his guest intently. The blue eyed ranger put Star of the Dúnedain on his left shoulder of his black cloak, and greet him in traditional Elvish way. Faramir stood up and reply it in the same way, before his right hand signalling for his guests to sit on the wooden chairs before he sat back on the exact same chair in front of his guests.

"Please forgive me for disturbing you again, Captain Faramir," Bertrand said before he bowed his caramel haired head, "but i come here with Findegil for a tracking necessity."

"Tracking?" Faramir raised his left eyebrows, totally can't grasp anything from what the skin-changer mentioned before, "why it should start from Henneth Annun, if any of you may grant me with one important information here, please?"

"Because it's our zero spot, Captain. Gondor was where it start."

"Where it start... Please don't tell me if both of you are asking me about Ferendir's whereabout."

Findegil and Bertrand turned their head and looking to each other. They did so for a pretty long time untill Faramir decide to stood up. Findegil and Bertrand did the same thing and nod their heads before Faramir pull Findegil's arm and walking outside the base behind the waterfall. The gray eyed Gondorian feel something disturbing in his mind. He can sense many questions flooding his conscious, since Faramir is certain if Ferendir is really an important person.

Although he know if the Northern Dúnedain is just a few in number now, but his father got an important reason why he decide to drop an unusual decree on a northerner like Ferendir. Faramir pull Findegil's hand untill both of them enter the forest. Faramir glanced to the left and right, trying to make sure if nobody followed them. Findegil and Bertrand respond remind him if Ranger of the North got one strict culture for their chieftain, and how Ferendir used to move also remind Faramir to elven grace.

That green eyed ranger never told anyone where he used to grow. But as the one who met with elf sometimes, Faramir is certain if Ferendir is not an ordinary person who grow together with another man like him or many rangers here. Faramir stop to pull Findegil's hand when they're under the old aspen tree. His gray eyes trying to grind on Findegil's blue eyes. But he can see Findegil's eyes scream a lot of loyalty. Faramir smiled and tapping on the black haired ranger's shoulder for some times.

"We are close to each other," Faramir could feel if Findegil's blue eyes darted to his gray eyes, "he teach me to draw, and i lost my interest in drawing many months ago."

"I could imagine it, Captain. You are wise and gentle like King Theoden," Findegil intentionally cut his words, "but now i could see why he decide to didn't blowed his disguise to you."

"Hold on, Brother Feren was in disguise at that time?"

"His real name is not Ferendir, Captain. It's northerner custom to hide his identity really well."

Certainly Findegil only told Faramir a half of the truth. Since it's not only Ferendir, but also Thorongil. But what is important right now is Ferendir, since that cheerful ranger promised to everyone to go home, both Lothlorien and Eriador, in this winter. But everyone in Lothlorien only catch his feral reddish chestnut horse around five months ago, and everyone in Dúnedain camp immediately know about a letter which tell about Lord Celeborn's suspicious on Ferendir's whereabout.

"You got a nice brooch, Findegil," Faramir said while he leaned his back on the tree and sit there. His eyes fluttering when a cold wind caressing his face, "what is his real name then? I promise i will protect this secret with my life."

"Aranhil," Faramir's eyes already bulging on this kind of name. The King's Heir, "Aranhil Elemathir, to be precise. That's his real name."

"Only one lineage which used that pattern, and that name... Sound so heavy."

"It is, and i'm glad you can guess his parentage. I feel too lazy to reveal if Aranhil is the heir of Isildur."

Faramir turned his head away from Findegil and nod his head. The blue eyed ranger sat close to the Gondorian, make sure he got his time to digest this fact. In the other hand Faramir stare blankly to the foliages, feeling surprised and scared at the same time. Because he know exactly what happened at the day before Ferendir vanished, since he is the one who accompanying Ferendir to the Echtelion Tower.

He was there when Denethor spat to Ferendir's face and banished him. But what make Faramir feel not so comfortable now is because he remember if his father bring the Stone of Anor at that time, and now someone from the North come to him and ask about Ferendir's whereabout. Faramir remember when Mithrandir explained about palantir to him.

It's a really useful device, since anyone may communicate in two way as long as that person has a palantir. But he know if there are only three palantirs in Middle Earth, and Gondor is the one among those three. But unfortunately Faramir doesn't know where the last two are. What the gray eyed ranger could recall now is Ferendir's pain when Denetor throw the clothes which covered the palantir.

"Gracious Valar, no way!" Faramir murmured in a slightly scared tone. Findegil turned his head to the light brown haired Gondorian, "i guess i know where he is now."

"Are you certain with that, Captain?" Findegil asked. Faramir stare straightly to Findegil's blue eyes before asking about palantir, "is the Steward use it before?"

"He did, and will always. I remember Lord Denethor make one spot at the top of the tower to put the palantir."

"This is really the worst possibility. Thank you for your information, Captain. Me and Bertrand should create a new plan for this."

Findegil stood and whistle, then a tiny gray owl flap it's wing in front of the blue eyed ranger. Faramir also stood up and offer to lead the way back to his base. With a tightened jaw Findegil nod his head and walking back to the base behind the waterfall with the youngest son of the Steward. Everything is really messed up, and probably Findegil need to rode back to Eriador alone just to inform what his intuition told to everyone.

In the other hand Bertrand will transformed into his tiger form and catches and questioning anyone who approaches or leave the Black Gate before killing it. The plan sound so good, and probably the best one in this situation. Findegil doesn't want his comrade to wait longer than this. He can't afford Ferendir, or Aranhil to wait for another month. That childish ranger could face anything now, especially after Faramir asked him about palantir.

But it's better for Findegil to not spill anything about his plan to Faramir right now, since Findegil can't trust the Captain of Ithilien Ranger now. His loyalty to Gondor could lead everyone in a wrong way. Findegil simply hope if Faramir could figuring things out later, after he and Bertrand could retrieve his friend from anyone right now.

When both of them arrived at the base, Findegil barked to Bertrand if they will go immediately now. Rian look surprised with Findegil's behaviour. Faramir grasping for Findegil's right wrist, and that make the black haired ranger to stop his feetstep and turning his head to him. Faramir could feel if the northerner Dúnedain has tensed in a really short time, and he thought if something bad will approached everyone.

"What possibly would happened in four or five years?" Faramir asked. Findegil sighed, his blue eyes stare to Bertrand who stood behind the Captain of Ithilien Ranger, "please tell me. I also speak Sindarin if you don't want to reveal your secret."

"Another two palatir are in Sauron and Saruman's hand. The Steward will spoke only with those two if he used the palantir."

"Ah Valar, i hope he will forgive my father."

"Even Ranger of the North doesn't know the answer. Aranhil is a really complicated person, but i'm sure about the wrath from three elven realms if they thought your father also take his part in this accident."

"Three? How could that possible to happen?"

"Because he spent his times not only in the wilderness. He grow in Lothlorien and close to many high ranked elves from Rivendell and Mirkwood, including the Elven King and the supposed to be the High King of the Noldor."

"This is the most disastrous year for him then."

"Then if you will excuse me, Captain. I can't afford him to wait for another cycle of moon."

Faramir deliberately let his grip loosened. He could hear Findegil talking with Bertrand. The skin changer heavy but low growl could be heard clearly in Faramir's ears. He got his right to feel angry, since in the end Bertrand decide to bring his sister to live in Lothlorien before they lives like any Ranger of the North.

They were practicing their animalistic side there, and getting drowned by Lady Galadriel wisdom about emotional control. They grow stronger because of Aranhil's offer to them, and now only guilt which burdening Faramir pure heart. But asking for his forgiveness through someone else is really not his style. Faramir silently pray so he could properly ask for Aranhil's forgiveness about Denethor and himself once he could meet with him.

[rinthecap]

It's cuffing season...

Maedhros and Liv are just having a little nap 😋

[elven-sisters]

It's the secret among them 🤫✨

[nataliabdraws]

imagine you're Maedhros, you're at least thousand years old, have survived (and took part in) several kinslayings, survived the Horrors™ and are trying to recruit a reclusive elven people to join your fight only to end up being violently humbled by said elven people's princess who happens the elven equivalent of a 13 year old at the time.

anyway i was thinking about the one time Narien meets Maedhros while he was still alive and how much of a menace she was about it (she absolutely had a crush on him but you'd have to pry that info from her cold dead hands). i did write a short story about their meeting but idk if it will ever see the light of day

[ylieke]

A small Thranduil commission for one of my subscribers...

[verkomy]

today I have for you my hobbit oc Mira in a polish folk costume, tomorrow? who knows

[anattmar]

silm oc

my girl is a vanya loremaster and historian who ended up going with noldor because she sensed that this is where the actual fun will happen

[valardynasty]

Tolkien Original Character, Tolkien Fanfiction.

Oh no, he can't dupe her.

Crackship: Silfmadrìel x Sauron | Daenerys x Annatar | Emilia Clarke x Charlie Vickers

[essenceofarda]

Sometimes a family is an elf, a dwarf, and the human orphan infant they find amongst the rubble after the Battle of the Pelennor Fields,, whom they decide to raise together,, 🥹

Anyway, yeah! Introducing Gigolas' daughter 👧🏻

(I still need to figure out her name--I want something that is a blend of dwarven and elvish, so suggestions from those more knowledgable about tolkien's languages/etc would be super appreciated! Also I have SO many fanart ideas for this lil' family, idk, let me know if you wanna see more art of them 🤩🥰)

[aranhilelemathir]

Aranhil Elhanan Elemathir, son of Arathorn, younger brother of Elessar Telcontar. From a mere ranger to the Lord of Núrn and Harondor. Gained such a complicated and unpredictable personality after some months of torture. True to his name and tittles-The Elfshield. The Slayer of the Fallen Maiar. The Stray Wolf Pup of Yavanna. Gentle but ferocious, cold but also warm at the same time.

[feyroon]

remember, if you and your hobbit wife are expecting, it is recommended to give her at MINIMUM 5 minutes of relief by lifting her tummy per day (or more ideally, every hour)

[neechees]

Beloved Arzâ....

[ela-draws]

Help I'm obsessed with my own OC ..

And the weirdest AU I ever drew: Mentelossë as a balrog