#aracáno

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Ah, yes. My beloved son, Nitrogen. (I did a poll on e on what his nickname should be. Nitrogen won.)

K so when what I supposed to realize that Findekano is the backwards form of Kanafinwe?

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I just had the epiphany that all three of Finwë's sons named a son after themselves.

Curufinwë Fëanáro namer his son Curufinwë Atarincë.

Ñolofinwë Aracáno named his son Aracáno (and we don't know his mother name).

Arafinwë Ingoldo named his son Findaráto Ingoldo.

Yet we only ever (justifiably) give Náro crap about it.

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Fingolfin, where do I go from here? There's so many voices telling me to pick one path or the other when I don't even know what to do with my future yet! Do you have any advice, melda?

“Shut the voices out and distance yourself from those who provide nothing but confusion and worry. This is your path in life to walk, advice is wonderous to have, but it opinionated. Find your own answer and be steadfast about it. Stand firm and assertive. Seek help if lost, but never forget where you stand and be easily led astray.” He walked past you and patted your head with a proud smile on his face. “You have this; I believe in you.”

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AU where Nolo and Náro get evicted from their houses by their wives (post reembodiment) and have to room together for a thousand years.

That poor apartment is going to burn down I swear.

[lovefairymina]

Nolo, why do we always get interrupted when things are just starting to get heated? Last time it was your father who had a question he wanted to ask you, and the time before that it was Arafinwë who needed to grab something from your room! Are you locking the door?

“Since there's an issue in the frequent interruptions we have managed to acquire, I am taking necessary measures to prevent such.” His steps were brisk as he approached with prowess; calculative yet elegant.

[carmisse]

Of Ñolofinwë and Arafinwë.

Ñolofinwë : I'm just saying that they could have fallen in love with other people. Turukáno did it.

Ñolofinwë : it doesn't bother me in particular, I just find it curious.

Arafinwë : If I remember correctly, Tyelkormo and Irissë were only together for a span of six years.

Ñolofinwë : but Maitamo and Findekáno are married, Aracáno and Telufinwë are on their way to do the same.

Arafinwë : Oh Nolo, they are really adorable!

Arafinwë : although I have a theory.

Arafinwë : remember when you were a teenager and confessed after a couple of glasses of sweet wine that you had feelings for our brother?

Ñolofinwë : For the last time, I was drunk, I was young and that feeling was completely platonic!

Arafinwë, smiling : I think your children inherited it from you.

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Curufin the Crafty

Fingolfin: Father, you have come all the way here to meet me. Why, Feanaro, why are you here? You have not come to meet me, have you?

Fëanor: Do not make me speak ill of you in the presence of my father.

Fingolfin: I am just surprised. It is too close to Tirion to bury me dead.

Finwe: Aracáno. I have missed you. Feanaro has wanted to see Curvo as much as I have wanted to see you. Is Curvo behind you? Are you all well?

Fingolfin: …….Why is Curvo here?

Fëanor: Curvo is not here? What do you mean? Did he come first? but he did not have a letter.

Fingolfin: Go first? Going first requires that he be with me, and he was not. I have not seen Curvo this entire hunting trip. And above all, you would not have left your Curvo in my care.

Feanor: Of course I wouldn't! But you convinced my father.

Finwe: What are you talking about? I heard from Curvo that you were having a hard time with the twins and wanted to leave Curvo somewhere else for a while. Celegorm went hunting alone because you gave him permission, and Curvo said he had no choice but to leave him with Aracano, so I gave him permission?

Feanor: Curvo brought your permission because Aracano wanted you, but You couldn't go, so one of my sons should go instead! Nelyo and Kano couldn't go because they were helping us, and Turko went away alone. Of Moryo and Curvo, only Curvo, who was close to Írissë, was left! If it wasn't for my father, why would I make my precious son go with the likes of Aracano? And where is my precious son! Aracano!

Fingolfin: I don't know! I've never seen him. I haven't even come to see Írissë.

Finwe: Wait, then where has Curvo been all year?

Feanor: ……Curvo! We have to find Curvo!

Fingolfin: Calm down for now. From what I've heard, it seems like he used his brain a lot in the middle, so he must have planned it all out. Then he must have taken good care of himself.

Feanor: What kind of heartless words are you talking about? A child so young!

Finwe: Aracano, he's your nephew. You should worry about him a little. Is it a good thing for a child so young to be in a place his father doesn't know about?

Fingolfin: ……. So the premise that Curvo is young is wrong in the first place. Curvo was clearly an adult enough to have been arguing with Feanaro about marriage a few years before I left. Of course, he's not old enough to get married yet…….. Ah.

Finwe: Ah

Feanor: Aaaahhhhhh!

Curufin: Hello, Father, Grandfather, and Half-uncle! This is my wife and my son, Tyelperinquar! Tyelpe, say hello to Grandfather (holding the baby's hand and shaking it for him).

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What does he do when Turucáno or Aracáno (Argon) are around? I think they're canonically tiller than him.

I feel like we all forget that Maedhros is, fundamentally, an Older Brother. I bet he’s insufferable about being the tallest. Sometimes he’ll just pick up his brothers to annoy them. Naughty little elves go in air jail.

He continues to do this in Beleriand btw. A human follower is like, I just saw Lord Maedhros pick up Lord Caranthir??? Like an angry kitten???? And their elven followers are like yea he does that. It’s even more of a power move now that he’s only got the one hand.

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Fingolfin and then Nolofinwe Arakano (or at least that's what I assume are his Quenya names most of my knowledge comes through fanfic)?

Fingolfin

Ñolofinwë Aracáno

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@nolofinweanweek Day 2.

The Lady in Gold.

Ñolofinwë looked elsewhere and his eyes caught gold. Draining his glass, he focused his gaze on the source.

She was dressed in a simple golden gown which complimented her slightly tan skin. Her long flowing black curls fell on her shoulders and her grey-green eyes shone in the room.

That was Anairë, whom Ñolofinwë had seen only a few times and from afar. He knew her because of one of his friends; she was not often seen in public. He had admired her grace and quiet demeanor even as a child, but he had not seen her beauty the way he was seeing it now.

As if sensing the intense gaze, she promptly turned her eyes to him. He kept looking at her though, not wanting to appear to be spying on her.

He smiled despite the strange feeling that had taken over him but didn't hesitate further as he turned to look at Fëanáro and his wife again. He never thought he would seek some distraction by using his older brother until now. What had suddenly come over him?

The song ended and all the dancers scattered around to drink. Finwë raised his glass and called out to all those gathered beneath his roof, a tired-looking Arafinwë coming to stand beside him.

“Let us drink to celebrate the begetting day of my youngest son; may Eru bless him and us all with a long, merry life, and may the Valar grace us with their protection for eternity.” He finished with his hand upon his breast and then drank of his wine, all the elves following suit. Ingwë was smiling at his friend from his place close to the king of the Noldor.

The feast then continued as music rang in the Hall once more. Finwë directed Arafinwë to Indis and the queen led him away to sleep in his chambers.

Once more elves came forward to dance as the feast was coming to its end. Fëanáro had baby Makalaurë in his arms and Nerdanel was dancing with Nelyafinwë this time. The eldest grandchild of Finwë was smiling brightly at his mother, keeping up well despite his young age.

Ñolofinwë wanted to go to Finwë but an unbidden spark in his mind made him look at the corner of the Hall once more. She had moved to stand beside the dessert table, but she didn’t look keen on eating any of the sweet cakes and pastries.

His feet took him forward before he had even decided, and he breathed deeply to calm himself as he approached her. She had not danced during the whole feast and had declined the few who had asked for her hand. He stopped in front of her and bowed his head slightly, smiling courageously even though he was nervous.

She looked up with wide, surprised eyes, not moving in the slightest.

“Lady Anairë, I presume? I am Ñolofinwë.” He said politely, earning a small but warm smile from her.

“You presume correctly, my lord.” She already knew him by reputation, for everybody knew the second prince.

He held his hand out for her, his blue-grey eyes shining curiously.

“May I have the honor of a dance, my lady?” His voice was confident enough, whilst his heart was beating unusually fast.

Anairë considered him for a moment, sensing that the eyes of all the elves around were on them. She could almost hear the unspoken words.

Will she refuse the son of Finwë?

Ñolofinwë only half saw the intake of breath upon her bosom before her warm hand was in his. She held her chin up and kept a cool facade as the pair entered the dance floor.

The first son of Indis glanced at the bard for a single second, before turning back to his dance partner. The Noldor minstrel knew what song Ñolofinwë liked, so he raised the rhythm slightly.

The prince had his hand on the side of her waist, touching only the slightest in case she was not comfortable; her hand was firmly set on his shoulder though, and they both moved in unison.

After a few steps, Aracáno dared to step back, taking her for a spin. She danced along gracefully, her moves skilled and solid.

She dances with grace and skill , he thought to himself. He had no clue why she hadn’t participated until now.

As the rhythm gained speed, their moves became faster and each spin was a blur. Anairë was flushed -from the dance or being close to him, he could not say- and Ñolofinwë could feel the heat rising upon his cheeks too.

They both ended the dance as they stepped even closer, their bodies almost touching. The prince looked at her face then; the sharp cheekbones, the tiny nose, and plump lips set in a line. She was even more mesmerizing up close.

She looked up to stare back and her eyes were shining brightly after the merry dance. He composed himself quickly and drew back to let go of her hand as Anairë did the same, a tiny smile playing on her lips.

“Thank you for the dance, my lord.” Her tone was low but light, a beautiful melody.

“The pleasure was mine.” He whispered happily as he bent at the waist and she dropped to a formal bow.

The song had ended and they both felt eyes upon them instantly, for most of the gathered elves had finished their dance and were watching them.

Anairë turned around with elegance and moved to sit beside the wall, ignoring the curious looks she received. He on the other hand went to stand by his family’s side, not anticipating his older sister to await his arrival.

Findis watched him approach with a smirk, and he instantly knew what this was about. He tried to keep his features collected but for the smile he was wearing.

“So,” Her eyes were shining with glee. When his only response was raising his eyebrows, she continued, her voice full of mischief. “Who's the Lady in Gold?”

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You went wrong by remarrying, Finwë.

Finwë: Nolofinwë, you’re one I a million.

Arafinwë: That means there’s 67 of you in Tirion.

Fëanáro: Find yourself.

Nolofinwë, nodding along: Start an army.

Fëanáro: Overthrow the Valar.

Finwë: Where did I go wrong?

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Masterlist

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Nolofinwions and Their Preferred Kit

@peasant-player I did it! :D I'll do the Arafinwions, too. Eventually.

Nolofinwë

Gambeson, chain sleeves, full plate, and a closed face helmet

A deep blue surcoat with silver trim and his heraldry on the front (think Crusader)

Ringil - short, single edged sword with elegant engraving on the blade, no crossguard, with a sapphire in the hilt under the blade

Small mithril knife (was originally a steak knife, but it was adjusted for more violence >:) )

Mithril plated heater shield with a six pointed star on it (I like to imagine Eärendil's star came from Nolo originally)

Findecáno

Boiled leather armor, painted blue and silver, with his heraldry embossed in silver in the left vambrace; he despises armor, considers it a drag, and it's a struggle to get him any at all (though he will wear actual plate after he becomes High King. Not that it did much good T_T)

Hand and a half bastard sword, double edged, with a double fuller and a very acute tip (very good for poking through chainmail)

Swordbreaker parrying dagger

Turucáno

Basically a clone of his dad, save the helmet, which is open faced with a nasal

Glamdring - very long double edged sword with a long, thin crossguard, a fuller, and a large pommel; it works well with his freakish height

Iríssë

She doesn't really fight in battles, but she is in possession of a recurve bow with a 110lbs draw weight in case she was ever needed as an archer

She usually just uses a 40lbs recurve for hunting

Maeglin

Gambeson, chain sleeves, a breastplate, and a close faced helm. But the metal is black. Or at least dark gray.

Basically a mini Nolo, actually, just with black metal and gambeson - he never met his grandfather, he copied Turgon's look, and Turgon copied Nolo's

Also has a black surcoat, tied with a simple leather belt, with a simple silver mole-shaped blob (it's kind of simple, but he drew it himself, and it stuck :3)

Anguirel - rather katana-shaped, although with no tsuba, with a wooden handle wrapped in crimson leather and a small metal pommel

Aracáno

No metal armor - it would kill them when traveling the Helcaraxë, and there was no time for forging

Thick leather and hide clothes than are ... better than nothing, at least

A one handed, single edged sword, straight halfway through the blade, at which point it curves slightly

A small, center grip shield, blue and silver

[lovefairymina]

Nolo! That’s the 5th dress this month! You can’t just keep ripping them to shreds when you’re in the heat of the moment - now I’ve got nothing else to wear, since you still haven’t delivered on those replacements you promised me *pouts*

“I beg your pardon?” Head tilted and paper placed flat on his work desk, his gaze remained fixed. “Please, while I admit getting lost in the moment and becoming carried away with your…garment, I am a gentleman. There is always clothes for you to wear; I can never allow you without. How else am I to undress you?”

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That's Collateral. Collateral Moneyfinwë.

Finwë is like “Of course I love all my sons equally. Right, Fëanor, Falafel and Finances?”

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🌹 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 pls!

hi seren thanks for the ask! here's eight sentences from indis's point of view:

Sometimes when she brushes her hair and lays it Aracáno cries and babbles for attention — he cannot stand to be put down long, her bright-eyed boy— and before she can set down her brush something soothes him; his eyes dart away from her, following something she cannot see. He smiles.  Often when she looks in the mirror she sees something move behind her, out of the corner of her eye; the glint of silver, the brief impression of movement. She sits by the fire and slogs through one of the Noldorin histories on Finwë’s bookshelf and hears an echo of a voice in her mind. I never did like the opening, it whispers, soft and dry, bit of a bore.  When she starts noticing it, it is impossible to stop. The touches grow firmer, the voice louder, the movement in the mirror more common. The past flickers to life as a flame, slow and vulnerable at first, reaching for air, then warm and certain.