#aredhel the white lady of noldor

[matias-crtz-art]

Aredhel. the White Lady of the Noldor

wandered into the dark forest of Nan Elmoth.

[ela-draws]

The last 2 children of Fingolfin and Anaire ! Aredhel and Argon !

[thelandswemadeofpaper]

Disliking an evil character that embodies a 'racist/sexist/xenophobic stereotype,' while acknowledging it was intentionally created like this, is another level of maturity.

[in-the-glow-of-a-silmaril]

Do you ever think about how the "lady in white" is a type of ghost known the world over, and Aredhel, with her so unhappy ending, is also described as a lady in white?

[ilaneya]

continuing idea about the stained glass portraits with my girl írissë 🥺💔

maybe i’ll make it a series in the future

[knights-of-beleriand]

𝘈𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘩𝘦𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦

𝘌𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝘐𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦

𝘛𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘬𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘺 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘦-𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘬 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴

𝘈𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦

𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥

𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙄 𝘼𝙈 𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙃𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙍𝙔

A new shot of my Aredhel / Irisse bridal cosplay

This one was taken by my dear friend @alyssinclamp during AthensCon ❤️

Merry Christmas to everyone, i hope you're having wonderful time ❤️

My costume is entirely self made by me, if you're interested in costuming commissions you can always message me ❤️

[weronikaring]

When I saw the Elf Wizard, Anthanelle miniature from Reaper Miniatures, I immediately knew I wanted to paint her in the style of Aredhel, the White Lady of the Noldor, and I really like the headcanon that Fingolfin's kids have darker skin, so this was born.

I really like the white and pale blue, though I'm slightly less sure about the silver. Oh well, it works alright...

[rinthecap]

Aredhel Ar-Feiniel, the White lady of the Noldor. She was the daughter of Fingofin. She also one of the most badass princesses of the Noldor, who was fond of riding and hunting in the forest (which she should've not gone by herself 🤧🤧). She was also best friend of Celegorm and Curufin.

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Aredhel Ar-Feiniel, the White Lady of the Noldor, daughter of Fingolfin, dwelt in Nevrast with Turgon her brother, and she went with him to the Hidden Kingdom.

"The Silmarillion" - J.R.R. Tolkien

[naarisz]

Aredhel, White Lady of the Noldor

[g-m-kaye]

"Aredhel the White was younger in the years of the Eldar than her brothers; and when she was grown to full stature and beauty she was tall and strong, and loved to ride and hunt in the forests. There she was often in the company of the sons of Feanor, her kin; but to none was her heart's love given. Ar-Feiniel she was called, the White Lady of the Noldor, for she was pale, though her hair was dark, and she was never arrayed but in silver and white."

—The Silmarillion, Of Eldamar and the Princes of the Eldalie

I actually made two palette versions and can’t decide which I like better: above is “sunset” (more dramatic), and below is “twilight” (softer).

After doing a few quite illustrative, stylised paintings recently I think I may move back towards doing some realism for a bit

I’ve never really enjoyed sticking with one style of painting for too long - it’s more fun to switch around between stylised, realism and painterly imho :)

[rittare]

"Aredhel Ar-Feiniel, the White Lady of the Noldor, daughter of Fingolfin, dwelt in Nevrast with Turgon her brother, and she went with him to the Hidden Kingdom."

[forestials]

For @finweanladiesweek day three: Aredhel, the White Lady of the Noldor, the Archer

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

"Aredhel Ar-Feiniel, the White Lady of the Noldor, daughter of Fingolfin, dwelt in Nevrast with Turgon her brother, and she went with him to the Hidden City. But she wearied of the guarded city of Gondolin, desiring ever the longer the more to ride again in the wide lands and to walk in the forests, as had been her wont in Valinor; and when two hundred years had passed since Gondolin was full-wrought, she spoke to Turgon and asked leave to depart." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, "Of Maeglin"

[ID: four posters in soft shades of pale pink, grey, and dark brown or black.

1: A close-up of south sudanese-australian model Adut Akech, showing about half of her face. She faces the viewer, looking at them with a neutral expression. She has dark brown skin and dark hair braided back. She wears several silver earrings and a pink feathery garment that reaches her chin. White lines frame the left and upper side of the image. White text in the upper left corner (where the lines meet) reads "aredhel" in all caps and, below it in cursive, "noble one" / 2: The branches of a cherry blossom tree in bloom. Two white lines run down the right side, and white and brown cursive text aligned to them reads "a gleam of white" / 3: Forested, snowy mountains against a somewhat cloud sky. Same format as Image 2, but the elements are on the other side, and the text reads "in the dim land." / 4: Adut Akech, this time shown from the waist up, with her face out of frame. She is wearing a fringed pink shirt with thin straps, silk skirt, and large gold earrings. One hand is on her hip and her head is turned to the right. Same format as Image 1, but the lines are on the right and bottom sides, and the text reads "írissë" and "desirable" //End ID]

[searchingforserendipity25]

times happened when aredhel escaped the confines of eöl's dominion, moving through the briars and the moss-faced oaks, long enough to find a slant in the high canopy.

a small fault, a breach; a fir eaten through with termites, dying slowly as it slowly slouched to death.

it was enough. arien was greedy for even a glimpse - her upturned face, her mouth open hungrily, her arms raised up. only a few instants, of course, before the mists rose; but o, arien did not relent.

arien had gathered the dew of laurelin, and lived as flame beyond smothering; and in times long past had loved the white lady of the noldor many times.

she loved her still. if it was an indulgence, then she was foolish; if it was pity, she made it a gift.

aredhel had lit a great fire in her honour, there where the helcaraxe met the northern lands, loose grass and kindling and her own braids for fuel, and around it danced as once she had danced arm-in-arm with arien, in vána's gardens, and around the two trees of valinor.

she, fingolfin's daughter, had hunted a great elk, and fed its heart to the fire; she had jumped three times over the leaping flames, and laughed, and with her burned palms praised arien's flames and fires, the fire that was arien herself.

how was arien not to love her?

nan elmoth had its own will, and its own master. it pressed her out, again and again.

through black boughs and clinging shadows, she had pressed on. in the dark; in a place shrouded from her gaze, where parasitical mushrooms grew atop one another, and many birds lived and died flying only inside the cage of its tall, tall branches.

arien sought her out in the places where she was not loved. where melian's power lingered still, twisted and altered, streams of sunlight intruded.

arien did not relent. she might never conquer this place, but anar her vessel rose, day after day. its work was the unmaking of darkness, and darkness existed well beyond morgoth's fortress.

and it was well worth the effort of many fruitless dawns, for when she did succeed.

a hundred kisses she pressed to her cheeks, when riding fast as the wind aredhel broke the siege of nan elmoth; a dozen times she burned her cheeks with eager welcome, and laid a warm breeze like a warm palm upon her son's squinting, frowning brow.

they buried aredhel in the sunlight. a high noon, relentless against gondolin's white walls, sinking greedy through ar-feiniel's white tomb of marble. not a thousand dawns could have warmed it through - not all of arien's might have pressed again the warmth upon aredhel's cold mouth.

it was a day of strange flaring lights, like comets in sunlight. the poets claimed, not falsely, that high above, beyond the heavens, arien wept.

[unknowingiron]

@tolkienhorrorweek day 5 (hunting): the white lady of gondolin

I've had the idea of combining Aredhel's story in the Silmarillion and her title as "the white lady of the Noldor" with real-world White Lady folk legends for a while now, so this event was the perfect motivation to actually do something with that idea. For that I would like to thank the event's mod/creator.