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Feanorian Week Day Three: Turcafinwe

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Bark bark bark bark

What on Yavanna's green earth is that noise? Why does it sound like a dog? And why does it sound like it's coming from down the hall? Oh, dear valar. What did Turca bring home?

I get up from my desk and bolt it out of my study. In the hall, Mother is also sticking her head out of her studio. She had the same idea as me.

"I'll see what he's got up to,"

"Are you sure?" Mother asks, glancing me up and down. She know's I was with Grandfather until late last night. I'd come home just before the mingling began.

"Positive,"

Mother nods and tucks her head back into her studio. Her project has been causing her some ire. It's for Grandfather's garden, and she wants it to be perfect. My napping at my desk can wait.

"Huan! Come back!" Turca's small voice yells, the sound coming toward me.

Soft pads of feet come rushing closer. I’m almost convinced Turca found a new friend when a fluffy dog comes bounding around the corner.

Spotting me the dog bolts. Its large paws pound the wooden flooring. As it gets closer I realize it’s not going to stop. It’s going to plow right into me.

“HEEL!” I shout.

The dog immediately listens, sliding to a stop three feet from me and its tail wagging. Turca on the other hand sprints over to the dog and throws his arms around its neck. He looks up at me and grins.

“This is Huan,” Turca gestures to the dog who I can only assume is a puppy. “He’s my dog,”

“Did you ask Mother or Father?”

“No,” He says as if it wasn’t even a question that he needed to ask.

“How did you get him?”

“Orome gave him to me!”

“Orome?”

“Yep!”

“Oh sweet merciful Eru,” If Orome gave Turca Huan then there is little Mother and Father can do.

“Dana did you find the barking?” Mother calls out.

“You may want to meet him yourself,”

“Meet him? What has your brother gotten himself into?” Mother asks as she makes her way to her door.

Opening the door she gapes at the puppy sitting just outside her door.

“Your Father needs to see this,” Mother utters.

Half an hour later Father, Mother, Turca, Huan and I are sitting on couches in the drawing room. Myself as a spectator and an added voice of reason if it comes to that.

"Orome gave you a dog?" Father asks, gesturing to Huan sitting beside Turca on the couch.

"Yes,"

"To keep?" Father asks.

"Yes,"

"Why?"

"Because he likes me,"

"Because he--Tyelkormo. You cannot keep this puppy. We have enough mouth to feed as is," Mother begins

It's not like we don't have enough money to feed everyone. We are royalty, and most of us have jobs. It's not like we're starving.

"Nerdanel, its a gift from Orome. It would be folly to refuse the dog," Father pulls mother into his arms.

"Why must you be right?"

"Because your right about everything else, let me have this,"

"Fine," Mother quickly tells Turca Huan will be his responsibility. He will feed, clean and look after Huan. No one else in the family help.

"Yes!" Turca exclaims, leaning over to Huan and huging the puppy. Huan, on the other hand, wags his tail excitedly. He then barks loudly. So loud that Nelyo and Kana come running.

They burst into the drawing room. They search the room before locking their eyes on Huan sitting with Turca. Kana stays in the doorway while Nelyo runs for the puppy asking if we get to keep it.

Mother sighs and explains Turca recieved him from Orome.

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Feanorian Week Day Four: Morifinwe

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"Again, how did you end up with such a female?" Turca asks Mori as he slouches into a chair pushed into the corner of Mori's room.

"She found me," Mori reiterates for the fifth time today.

"I don't think that's what Itisse says," Turca muses, picking at the frayed edge of the chair's arm.

Mori whirls around, leaving one arm inside his robes and the other half in his sleeve. "YOu don't know that,"

"I'm fairly certain I do,"

"Turca, don't antagonize Mori before his wedding," I holler as I look at the jewellery Mori chose last night. I'd applaud Mori for his choices, but he's preoccupied.

Among his chosen pieces is Mori's family ring. The ring father made him. I wonder if Mori will demand father to make Itisse a ring. I know he made her engagement and wedding rings.

"I am not," Turca fires back.

"Yes you are,"

"I am not,"

"You're now rialing me up, and I wouldn't do that if I were you,"

"Why not?"

"I wonder?" I smile while lighting a solitary finger on fire. I wave it as I turn to watch my brother's expression change.

Turca puckers his lips. He sinks further into the chair, nodding as he goes. So he does remember my power over fire. It's funny how little one can remember when trying to antagonize one another.

As Mori finishes getting ready, I usher Turca and Kana out. Nelyo and I stay as Mori puts on his rings. Once our brother is ready, we escort him out of the manor and to the backyard.

He and Itisse wanted a small wedding. Small but extravagant at the same time. It was not only confusing to organize but hard.

Hours later, Mori and Itisse have said their vows and promises. Then it's time for the celebration: dancing, food, music, and wine.

The happy couple takes to the dance floor with grace and ease, as if they have danced together before. It's beautiful. They are beautiful and well-matched.

After their first dance, Father bows and asks Itisse for a dance. Mori reluctantly hands over his bride. Mori watches with delight oozing off him. His bride and father danced to a song Kana sang over and over in my room one day. This song was not the one he went over one riff for hours on but another one—this one he wrote for Mori's wedding.

It's special.

Halfway through Father and Itisses dance, I wander over to my brother and ask for a dance. Mori smiles and accepts. As Mori and I make our way onto the dancefloor, I spy Mother giving Ambarussa a tongue lashing in the corner. I can only assume they got caught pouring wine into the punch.

I later learned they'd tried to leave to watch the mingling instead of dancing with young ladies.

My and Mori's dance went perfectly. My favourite brother, whom I will never admit to having favourites, was extremely pleased. He promptly asked if I wanted to dance again before he went to his wife. I declined and told him to get a move on.

Mori nods and swiftly kisses me on the cheek. I watch him glide over to Itisse and scoop her into his arms. They spin before kissing tenderly. I don't think I've ever seen Mori this happy or excitable.

Marriage is a good look on Morifinwe.

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Feanorian Week Day Seven: Feanaro and Nerdanel

140 FO

"They're supposed to arrive today," I tell Mother over my tea cup.

She decided to drag me from my desk in the castle to enjoy a small break with her. At the manor, no less. We could have gone anywhere in Tirion, but we had to go home.

I'm not mad about it, but this means I could be here when they arrive. I wasn’t expecting to see them until dinner. I had time to rein in my emotions but now I may not.

I'm supposed to be Arafinwe's chief advisor and head of state. I take care of nearly everything for him like I did for Oropher and Thranduil in their respective ruling of the Eryn Lasgalen.

Father, Grandfather and Grandmother are set to arrive in Tirion today. They should go to the castle to see Arafinwe first, but I have a sneaking suspicion they are coming here first. I’d have been fine greeting them there but again I think they’ll come here.

Mother hasn't seen Father since we left in 1495. I haven't seen Grandfather since he was murdered twelve feet from me. As for Grandmother, neither Mother nor I have met her. She's been in Mandos since before either of us was born.

"That's what has you fired up?" She asks, raising her eyebrow.

"Yes," I gulp some tea down to avoid a longer answer.

"Dana, darling, you're getting married next week, and your Father, Grandfather and Grandmother arriving is what has you more fired up than a smithy." Mother snorts in an attempt to hold back her nervous laughter.

An understatement. I feel like I'm holding back a torrent of flames and heat, and holding it back is so strenuous that I've begun to shake.

"Yes,"

"You'd think I'd be more...more..."

"More fired up than me?" I offer loosely drawing on my skills as a wordsmith.

"Yes,"

"Dana, there are three people coming up the drive. One has silver hair like Turca," Tauriel's voice filters into the sunroom. I'd ask what could have possibly torn her away from her drawing with Nelyo, but when someone has hair like Turca, there can only be one person it belongs to.

The art room and the sunroom overlook the drive. I could see if it’s them. I twist in the arm chair and try to catch a glimpse of the three people. Sure enough there are three people walking up the drive. One has silver hair and the other two have dark brown hair.

Oh, sweet Varda, they're here.

I plop my tea cup onto the side table and stare at Mother. She looks as nervous as I feel. Oh valar.

I slide my legs off the arm of the armchair and stand. Together, Mother and I exit the sunroom. Nelyo meets us in the hall and walks with us to the front entry.

Tauriel silently walks behind us, muttering about our or rather my relatives, trying to figure out who they are. She then comes upon the answer and gasps.

At the front entry we don’t have to wait long for the doors to open. In fact it’s as we’re arriving that they open.

Standing on the other side of the doors are the very people I expected. Grandfather, Grandmother and Father. The original royal family. Finally, complete after all this time.

“Feaelenion,” Grandfather smiles.

“Grandfather,” I whisper.

Then, in an instant, he opens his arms for a hug like he did all those years ago. I surge forward, tears streaming down my face and fold myself into the hug. It's everything I've been wanting all these years.

I feel Grandfather lift his arms from my back and beckon Nelyo over. My brother instantly envelopes me and Grandfather in his arms. And suddenly, I'm fifty again.

“Forgive me, my dearest,” Father weeps between gasps. “forgive me,”

“I have. You are forgiven,” Mother murmurs. "You have been for some time,"

I detach myself from Grandfather and Nelyo to watch my parents. Father is kneeling and hugging Mother's waist as tightly as he can, from what I can tell. Mother is leaning down and murmuring into the top of his head.

Both have tears streaming down their cheeks.

I wipe my own tears from my face and beckon Tauriel over. She wonders closer in a daze as if realizing I wasn't exaggerating when I said I look identical to my Grandfather.

"Grandfather, this is Tauriel my oldest,"

"Your oldest," A feminine voice, not belonging to Mother, says. "How many do you have?"

"Two," I smile, glancing at the small female with silver hair. A clear relation to Father and the hair Turca inherited. "My youngest is Aravel. He's currently out with Nanwe,"

"As in the lord, Finwe mentioned you were courting?" Grandmother asks.

"I still am,"

"Dana, you're getting married to him in a week," Tauriel states as if it were plainer than my nose.

"Are we not allowed to court up until then?"

Tauriel sputters, then blows a raspberry at me. Delightful use of words, darling. Delightful.

"They are...your own?" Grandmother tentatively asks. She eyes me and my daughter.

It's quite clear that Tauriel and I do not resemble one another. Her red hair could have been inherited from Mother if she was my child, but he skin colour? That is far too dark to be mine or Nanwe's.

I'd have her no other way. She is beautiful as is. A perfect addition to my family.

"No, they're adopted. If I were to have a child of my own body, I'd turn out like you, Grandmother," I tell her as I pull Tauriel into my side for a hug.

"Oh,"

"How do you know?" Grandfather asks.

Oh, dear valar. So many questions, and it's not even over dinner. I sigh and tell them I was told by Iluvatar. Which is true. It just wasn't in person.

"YOU WHERE WHAT?" Father asks, tearing his and Mother's attention from each other.

"It was the night I'd accepted Nanwe as my intended," I sigh, remembering the night clearly as if it were yesterday. "He slipped into my dreams that night and said if I were to bear a child I would end up like my Grandmother,"

"Why did you not say something?" Nelyo asks. He saw me that morning after. I was shaken, and he knew me well enough then to know something happened.

He was so sure it was Nanwe that he nearly broke exile to tear Nanwe's head off. It took me sitting on his chest to get him to stop. I had to tell him I had a nightmare to get him to back off.

"It wasn't a big deal. Nanwe and I had just accepted one another, and children were so far off. It wasn't a pressing issue,"

Tauriel pulls on my sleeve. She's looking directly at Father. "Uncle Curvo wasn't lying when he said he looked exactly like Grandfather,"

"No he wasn't,"

"Did you say, Grandfather?" Father asks Tauriel. Father's head snaps to Tauriel standing by me.

Tauriel nods.

Father swears and gingerly picks her up in a hug and twirls her around while murmuring, "A grandchild. A grandchild. A grandchild,"

Mother and I share a smile. We had many conversations over the past month depicting what his reaction will be to Tauriel and Aravel. What his reaction to Mother will be. How she will react and how my siblings will react.

"She's also a smith," Nelyo mentions.

Father places Tauriel down and asks her if this is true. At her nod Father pulls her into a tight hug. Mother chuckles and attaches herself to her husband and grandchild.

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Feanorian Week Day Six: Ambarussa

189 FA

"Hail, Danafinwe Feanorian," A guard yells to me when I'm in range.

"Hail," I return. I push my horse to swiftly complete the distance between me and the town gate.

The guard who greeted me grabs my horse's bridle. He bows swiftly as I dismount. He tells me Telvo is waiting for me in his keep. I nod to the guard and leave him with strict instructions to cool down and feed my horse with grain from the gap.

As I walk to Telvo's keep, I'm stopped by my brother's followers. Many say hello and allow me to go on my way. Others stop and hand me flowers or honey cake. I thank each and every one. I even ask those that I remember how they are doing.

They are always good. That's face value for you. A few tell me they are excited about the festival coming up and follow up by asking if I'll be around for it. I tell them I don't know if I will be here but if I am I am also excited.

By the time I reach Telvo's keep I have three baskets of food and flowers hanging from my arms. Telvo laughs and grabs two of the baskets. He ushers me inside and leads me to the kitchen.

Once we discard our sweets and flowers, he brings me to his study. While we walk he tells me about the festival of Orome. It's not surprising that Telvo still celebrates it. He was a hunter. Now he's a lord.

At my brother's study, Telvo offers me wine. I immediately take it. The notes are flowery and sweet—definitely more Pityo's taste than his or mine. Another way my brother remembers his twin.

We talk for hours while sipping on our wine. After three bottles of wine, we call it quits. Together we make our way towards our rooms.

Hours later, when the sun is high in the sky, we meet in his dining room for breakfast. It's only when he mentions we should probably skip luncheon. The comment makes me think about the time of day.

I glance out the window and realize it's about midday. "What are you up to today?"

"Well, yesterday I made your bed and rolled you over. Today, I expect I'll be helping with festival preparations,"

Of course. What else would my brother do other than make me comfy in my own bed? Not because I practically raised both Ambarussa. But because I was likely falling off the bed.

"It's not my fault I need to sleep for a week after being on the road for a month," I state, drinking from my cup of water.

"You could sleep on the road,"

"Alone with no one to keep watch?"

"Okay you've made your point,"

"I'm sure," I mutter, smirking at my brother. "So what's on the list to do with the festival?"

Telvo smiles. He stands and grabs a paper and hands me a list. On it is a list of sweet cakes that need to be made.

I ask him if he wants me to make them. My brother nods, asking if I could do these today and when I'm finished to meet him for dinner in the drawing room.

I tell him, of course, for him to find his best-tasting wine for the occasion. The occasion of my baking. Something I rarely do.

Hours later, and all the cakes are made, I change and head to Telvo's drawing room for dinner. My brother greets me and passes me a cup of wine. His best, I assume.

As we eat, he tells me what he did all day, from putting up posts for tarps to organizing the tables.

His day seems long. Like mine, but with more physicality. Telvo then asks how my baking went. I tell him exactly how it went. My helpers were more than helpful, and I did everything with time to spare.

It's only after we finish eating and drinking our wine that we go view the festival grounds. All in all, it was a wonderful day and the start of the festival tomorrow will be fantastic. I can't wait to participate.

"Ambarussa would have loved this," I mutter, referring to the older twin.

"He would have,"

"We'll just have to celebrate it how he would have," I smile, looping my arm through Telvo's and pulling him back toward the keep.

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Feanorian Week Day Five: Curufinwe

370 FO

"You want to learn how to smith?" I ask my youngest children, who are fully grown but still young. This was not what I expected to be greeted with this morning while working. But here we are.

Ravo and Nemmirien nod. They eagerly jump on the balls of their feet. I don't know whats brought this on. They've never expressed interest in my family trade. Not like Tauriel or Aravel did.

"Alright, you will have to go ask your uncle Curvo. He's the best person you want to learn from," I wave to the door half-heartedly not expecting them to run out.

Ravo immediately runs out of my and Nanwe's study. Nemmirien smiles and waves as she runs after her younger brother. I listen to them clamber down the stairs and out the front door before turning to Nanwe.

"That was unexpected," Nanwe states, leaning back in his chair at his desk.

"Indeed, I should warn Curvo. He deserves that before being accosted by his niece and nephew," I lean back in my chair and glance at my husband. It was unexpected, but Curvo will have a field day.

He loves his nieces and nephews, and showing them how to work in a smithy makes him love them even more. It's his passion. If he could, he'd have a hundred apprentices, but he only has four. Possibly two more.

"I highly doubt Curvo will mind his niece or nephew asking about smithing," He's right.

"I do, too, but who knows what he could be doing at this hour,"

"Are you going to race them?" Nanwe asks, watching to see if I get up.

"Valar no, I'm going to send a note,"

I grab a scrap of paper and write out a warning to my brother. Short a sweet like him. Although he'd attest that he's not that short. Too bad for him. I have three inches on him. It's quite clear he's short.

When I've read the note to proofread for errors, I flick my wrist and send it off. The note disappears with a sharp pop and a small light.

"Now, I'm going to watch my daughter and son enjoy their day with their uncle," I stretch my shoulders and stand from my desk.

"Your father would love to see this," Nanwe's right. Father would love this. He missed out with Tauriel and Aravel. Now, he misses out with Ravo and Nemmirien.

But he'll be excited when they send him their first project. I'll make sure they send it to Mandos after I've had a chance to enjoy them. It's only right. Tauriel couldn't send her first project since we were in Middle Earth. The same goes for Aravel. But Ravo and Nemmirien, they can.

"I know. That's why I'm going,"

"You're going to write him?" I wonder over to Nanwe and stand at the side of his chair. He looks up at me with a large smile.

"And Grandfather he'll love to know,"

"I'll see you at dinner,"

"Don't forget we're going to the manor tonight. Mother is excited to have us all under one roof," I kiss Nanwe's forehead. My husband smiles widely at it and kisses my hand. "Turca is on his way back now..hopefully,"

"Looking like he was dragged backward through a bush no doubt,"

"No doubt," I laugh. Only Turca can manage to look like that when he returns from hunting.

"Now, follow me. I'll show you where we can find a garnet," Curvo's voice echoes in the family smithy.

From where I stand in the doorway, I can see my brother leading Nemmirien and Ravo toward the large supply closet. They disappear into the room and don't come out for a few minutes. But I can still hear their debate over which garnet is prettier.

Ravo exclaims he’s found the one. Nemmirien quickly agrees. Curvo, dear, Curvo asks them if they are sure. They both exclaim they are quite sure

"Auntie Dee," Tyelpe says coming up to me.

"Tyelpe,"

"Are you here to watch Father with Nem and Ravo?" My nephew asks. He hands me my apron, likely as a precaution. I am wearing nicer clothes for being in a smithy.

"I am," I say, pulling on my apron and adjusting it to my liking. "How are they doing?"

"Well," Tyelpe smiles at the door leading to the supply room. "They are gobbling up the information, and Father is enjoying himself immensely,"

"I'm glad,"

"He is too. Although he enjoyed working out the bad habits you instilled in Tauriel and Aravel,"

"Bad habits? Bah. He's trying to make them work like him,"

"Even still, sister. Those habits you have will be worked out of them," Curvo boasts, ushering his niece and nephew into the main room of the smithy.

"We shall see about that, brother," I smile at my grown children and wait for them to show me the materials. I stop them from spewing what the final product will be.

Ravo frowns lightly before grinning. He knows I like surprises. Nemmirien grins and pulls her brother back to their uncle.

As the hours tick by, I'm sucked into a project Tyelpe needed help with. Something about making fire-resistant or rather heat-resistant metal. Something I could help with.

It's only when Nanwe approaches me in the smithy that I remember dinner with Mother and the family. I ask him if we're late. He tells me no that he decided to gather us with time to bathe.

"Thank the valar, and I do need a bath," I kiss Nanwe on the cheek and turn to our children. "Nemmirien, Ravo. It's time to go,"

"Why?"

"We have dinner with Grandmother, remember?"

"Oh shit, that's tonight?" Curvo asks, plonking his tongs on the anvil to his right.

"Yes,"

Curvo swears fiercely and motions to Tyelpe. He tells his son it's time to leave. As they leave the family smithy, Curvo and Tyelpe kiss me on the cheek and promise to see me at dinner.

"We shall see you there," I smile at my brother and nephew.

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Feanorian Week Day One: Nelyafinwe

139 FA

"He said he was coming here," Mori says, watching the horizon for a familiar redhead. We met up on the wall for a walk. Something we often do when I visit.

"I thought he was mad at you," I state, keeping my own eyes on the horizon.

"I did too,"

"What did you do again?"

"I may have said Findekano would be disappointed in him," Oh yes. How could I forget?

Three months ago, in Himring, we had a family meeting. It was very eventful. I'd called the meeting to discuss food stores and raids from orcs. We bit off more than we could chew.

Mori practically insulted Nelyo with his statement. It took Turca, Curvo and Kana singing a song to calm our giant brother down. Mori, on the other hand, sat back and watched.

I wasn't too happy with it, so I told them to take a break, and we'd continue after dinner. It was an awkward dinner, to say the least.

"He was getting on my nerves and--"

I cut Mori off. "And you thought it would be a good idea to poke the bear,"

"Yeah,"

"Mori,"

"I am aware of how it looks," I'm sure he does.

"Ah, here he is now," I nod toward the growing red blob in the distance. He won't be within spitting distance for another five hours or so. If not longer.

Hours later, Mori and I greet Nelyo inside the front gate.

Nelyo dismounts and passes the reins to a stable boy. He uses his teeth to pull his riding glove off his hand. How creative.

"Nelyo, welcome to Thargelion," I state opening my arms for him to hug if he wants. But being my brother, he automatically knows it's not a choice if I offer one.

"Thank you, Dana,"

"Come lets get you settled and we can discuss why I summoned you here,"

"You what?" Mori sputters. He stares at me with horror and shock.

"I will see you at dinner, Morifinwe," I state linking my arm through Nelyo's.

I lead my younger brother into the fort, and toward his room I set up this morning. It wasn't hard, he left most of his things from his last visit.

We walk until we reach his room. With ease, I give the door a shove with my toe, and it door opens. I practically hurl Nelyo inside and close the door behind me.

My tall brother grumbles and grunts at my mistreatment.

"No, you do not speak. This is how this is going to go,"

"I know you thought Mori wrote the letter and the shock of discovering that it was me who wrote it was kept quiet. Now you and Mori are going to have a civil dinner, and tomorrow morning, we are going to enter a discussion where I will mediate, and you two will apologize at the end. Got it?"

"Yes,"

"Good,"

Half an hour later, Nelyo joins Mori and me in the dining room. Thankfully, Nelyo managed to remember to bring formal clothes. I would have hated to change again. It wouldn't have lent aid to the discussion tomorrow brings.

Like the dinner three months ago, this one was awkward as a naked dwarf mining for gold. Thank the valar that we only had to eat two courses and dessert. I make Nelyo leave with his wine to have a chat with Mori, which goes as well as a ferrel cat in a tree.

The next morning, I have breakfast alone. Clearly, they are trying to prove something. What it is I haven't a proper clue but it's likely to do with the meeting they are expected to attend in an hour.

An hour passes, and like I expected, Nelyo and Mori begrudgingly walk in. They greet me with a kiss on the cheek. Then, they take a seat opposite the other.

"Who want to start," I ask.

Then they explode. Calling each other names and using every trick to make the other angrier. I asked for it. I wait for a minute or two before yelling ENOUGH and slamming my hands on the table.

They go quiet.

"You are grown enough, or so I thought. Perhaps I shall take control of Thargelion and Himring," I state, glaring at my brothers one at a time.

"Dana the table,"

So what if my handprints are burned into the tabletop? It will give it character.

"You can have another one made,"

Mori raises an eyebrow and sighs. He bluntly apologizes to Nelyo. Then Nelyo does the same.

"Now who wants to start?"

"I will," Nelyo says.

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Modern Danafinwe: Durin’s Girlfriend

January 9, 2006

With Revia, Anar, Malin and Keasta’s help Durin asks Dana to be his girlfriend.

The trio meet up with Durin and they brainstorm several ideas.

They ultimately pick an easy and straightforward route.

Durin makes a big sign and posts it on the door to her room.

Durin is inside and when she walks in she gives her answer.

Revia, Anar, Malin and Aerus wait next door in Malin’s room. 

Dana walks home from her meeting with her counsellor.

She talks to Nelyo on her flip phone as she walks. 

She’s trying to reassure him that he will be accepted into the school and that his grades are more than good enough.

Dana walks inside and calls out to announce her presence to her housemates.

Not getting an answer she walks upstairs to her room where she opens the door and finds Durin. 

He looks nervous.

Dana doesn't know why. 

She tells him Nelyo is nervous about his application and does he want to talk to him.

Nelyo tells her he’d like an outside opinion on his grades.

Durin asks if she saw the note on her door.

Dana shakes her head and opens the door to look at the note.

She reads the note then tells Nelyo she’ll call him back. 

Nelyo protests. 

Dana hangs up on her brother then looks to Durin.

She smiles and tells him yes. 

Screams of joy can be heard from Malin’s room. 

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Modern Danafinwe: Dana is Asked Out

November 18, 2006

Dana goes to the Hobbit Hole with Revia and Anar.

Well she races Anar to the Hobbit Hole.

She wins.

So she goes up to the counter and orders a chai tea. 

Peldir mucks up, he adds milk, Dana immediately notices.

Dana is lactose intolerant, she needs another kind of milk. 

Durin says he’ll make it and brings it over to her.

She goes and sits with her friends and they all pull out their notebooks and homework.

A few minutes later Durin walks over with her chai tea and a small plate over top.

Before leaving he takes the small plate off and she looks at the top.

Written in chocolate sauce is a message.

She looks at it and starts laughing(giggling) at how cute the message is.

Her friends ask what’s so funny? And she passes them the plate and they read it and gasp, and look at Durin who looks like he’s gonna cry.

They tell Dana to look at Durin, she looks over and watches him walk into the back room.

So Dana gets up and follows him into the back, on her way she looks at Pedir and he nods allowing her to follow.

In the back room she calls out to him, he just stands facing a wall with his back facing her.

She walks up to him and wraps her arms around Durin, he stiffens tears streaming down his face. 

Still holding him close she says yes, my answer is yes, I will go on a date with you, I was laughing at the fact of how cute it was, it’s the cutest thing I’ve seen all day and I have a pretty cute picture of Ambarusa and there two. 

Durin starts laughing and turns around and hugs her back.

She says now let's take those tears away. 

She swipes her hand across his face lightly and wipes his tears. 

On their way out of the back she asks when their date will be. 

He says I’ll send you another message in foam.

She smiles and walks back to her other friends.

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Modern Danafinwe: Pityafinwe & Telufinwe

April 9, 2003

While in class Dana’s flip phone rings and she excuses herself to take it. 

Her teacher isn't too happy about it. 

When she’s outside she finds out it’s her mother, who is calling her in joy/ pissyness 

Dana asks why she’s calling to tell her that she’s pregnant again and this time with twins.

Nerdanel explains what happened.

Dana is like I don't need to hear any details of how it happened. 

After ten minutes Dana’s teacher steps out and takes Dana’s phone. 

Her teacher tells Nerdanel that Dana has to return to class and to call her at lunch.

Dana returns to class and Aerus, who's her seatmate, asks what that was about. 

Aerus, Malin, Nanwe and Eldarin are all shocked. 

Dana isn’t sure how to feel about having seven siblings. 

At lunch Dana calls her mother and asks what this means for the family.

Dana is told, this will change nothing since they live in a big house and the house will only be louder.

Dana accepts this and tells Nerdanel she can’t wait to meet the twins when they arrive.

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Feanorian Week Day Two: Kanafinwe

538 FA

"What do you mean you want to take in children?" I whisper yell at Kana. "Are you off your rocker?"

"Dana--"

"Kano, we just murdered all the people they knew," Nelyo motions to the blood guts and entrails around us.

Elves of all sizes lay on the ground where we slaughtered them. Many tried to fend us off. It did not work in their favour. All they got was pain and death.

"And?"

"Are you seriously having remorse and regret?" I roll my eyes. Now, he grows a conscience. Three times we've killed kin and now he feels bad? Valar. "Kana, we've done this three times now,"

"And yet we've let them live. What should we do? Be like Tyelko's followers and send them to their deaths?" Kana states. His words a a stab to the heart. We took a vow to each other never to harm children. Now, here we are at an impasse. The only children in this refugee camp are the two we are bickering over.

What happened with Turca's followers was regrettable. But Turca's followers became unhinged, and no one wanted to be on the other end of their blades. Not even me, and I hold rank. I could have reigned them in, but I didn't want to kill one of them to do it.

Then again, I was nowhere near them at the time. I was dealing with Mori's death and Curvo's. I had no idea Turca had died until I found him and Dior lying in a pool of their blood. I heard from Telvo that Turca's followers took the children of Dior to the woods and left them.

I wasn't happy about it, neither was Nelyo. We took a handful of people and searched the woods but found no one.

"Of course not, but raise them? You were barely there for any of our brothers when they were being raised. What makes you think you can raise these two?" I growl at my younger brother.

"I want to do it,"

"Valar almighty," Nelyo sighs. If he could, he'd pinch the bridge of his nose with his free hand, but he only has one.

"I agree with you on that, Nelyo," I glance past Kana and to the small boys huddled on a box. "Fine, let's see how they feel,"

I push past Kana and walk for the boys. They watch my every move, including when I sheath my bloody blade. I crouch down to the boy's height. "Hello,"

"Stay away from us," The one holding the other spits.

"Yeah, stay away," The other states, clutching his brother closer to him.

"My name is Danafinwe. What are yours?"

"Why should I answer you?" The bolder one asks, a growl on the precipice of his lips.

"He has you there, Dana," Nelyo chuckles.

"Shut your mouth Maitimo,"

"The tall redhead is Nelyafinwe, and the other is Kanafinwe. I know this is not ideal, but we do not want to kill you," I gesture to my brothers.

The boys huddle closer together and glare at me fiercely. This is not the reaction I was hoping for, but my words are not as honeyed as I'd like them to be. But such is what happens when I am tired and fed up. At least I'm being nice.

"You know my youngest brothers were twins," I try again. This time, it piques the timid boy's interest.

"What happened to them?"

"One died on a burning ship, and the other died here," Telvo's death could have been avoided, as could Pityo's. If Father had let me onto the ship sooner, I could have gotten Pityo out. I could have saved him. He could have lived.

"Were they lonely?"

"Yes," I nod. Ambarussa only wanted the other for company. They were hollow after Pityo died.

"We promise not to hurt you as long as you are in our care," I smile lightly, hoping it will be enough.

The boys look at each other and seemingly use osanwe to communicate. They nod to the other and then to me. They untangle from each other and take the other's hand. I stand up and look at Kana. 'You wanted them, now we have them,'

I motion for Nelyo to lead the way out of the Havens of Sirion. Out of the carnage, death and despair. The twins slowly follow us out of the Havens. As we approach our horses, the twins pick up speed. It seems they like horses.

I reach my horse and introduce them to him. The horse bobs his head to acknowledge the boys.

"My name is Elros, and this is Elrond." The older one says.

I smile and pull myself into the saddle. "Nice to meet you, Elros and Elrond."

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Feanorian Week Day One: Nelyafinwe

1329 YT

"Is this absolutely necessary?" Nelyo asks sliding my manuscript closer to him. The unbounded book is thick, albeit I did get carried away with descriptions but it's all worth reading for the ending. The ending might be my favourite yet.

Nelyo and I were supposed to read it over a few weeks ago but I got caught between a rock and a hard place. Aka helping Grandfather then having to rind out to Grandpapa Mahtan to give him news of court and family. Somehow I ended up being the guinea pig. Is our new brother cute? Yes. Does he look a lot like father? Yes, so much so mother has taken to calling him Atarinke.

The poor kid is going to grow up to have an identity crisis. Especially since father is calling him Curufinwe. The name given to him by grandfather.

I ended up staying with Grandpapa Mahtan for two weeks before coming home. Then I had to recount all that Grandpapa Mahtan gave to tell Grandfather Finwe. All while Nelyo was off galavanting through Alqualonde with Finno. The pair got back yesterday.

"Yes, It comes out next week, it has to be perfect," It has to be. Grandfather will be the first to read it. It's his copy. I'm giving it to him tomorrow night. So it has to be perfect.

Turca and I will bind it tomorrow. It will be an all-day process. Kind of like this.

After grandfather reads it he'll send it off to be copied which will take about a week. After he'll take his copy and add it to his collection. The first copy after the original will come back to me and will sit in my collection.

"Why not ask grandfather or better yet father," Nelyo flips through the pages.

"Father is busy and this copy is for grandfather,"

"Oh,"

"Exactly,"

"Okay..."

I wave down a waiter. The slender noldo strides across the patio to us. The female smiles. She's seen us here before. This tea shop is one of our favourites. Nelyo found it when he was parading around Tirion with grandfather. Little Nelyo got hungry and they ended up here.

This table we use now is the same table they used then. It's always reserved for royals. We've told the owners we can sit elsewhere but they always insist on giving us this table. It's sweet.

I order tea, honey cakes, biscuits and fresh fruit. A healthy snack for going over a sizable text.

_____

"Dana,"

"Hmm?" I look up from my half of the manuscript. I gave Nelyo the ending since I wrote that close to now and it would still be fresh in my mind. Besides I'd rather read the beginning.

"You misspelled the,"

"I misspelled what?"

"T.H.E, you misspelled the,"

"How did I spell it?" I lean over the table to look at what Nelyo is pointing at but it's out of view.

"teh,"

"Are you serious?"

"Check it yourself," My brother chuckles and passes the paper across the table. I take it and right where he circled is TEH. Not THE. How in Varda's stars did I manage that? I'm called Nyarre for a reason and one of them is my spelling has always been pristine. I never misspell common words.

Uncommon and unused words on the other hand...those I give myself more leniency.

“Oh shit, I did,”

“How did you manage that?” I can hear the laughter waiting to be let out.

It's not like I don't find several mistakes in his speeches. I'm his best editor.

“I don’t know?” And why would I? I was likely distracted by Mother going into labour with Curufinwe. That was around the time I wrote this section.

Nelyo grins into his tea. "I can't believe you misspelled THE."

My brother is really asking for it. I could, in fact, make his next speech impossible to keep a constant pace and leave in mistakes he'd never find. He best tread carefully.

"Shut up."

Nelyo's response is a short but well-deserved chuckle.

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What's Dana's view on the Oath and the kinslayings? Did they or the other crimes of her family affect her relationship with Oropher and Tauriel at all? Did they affect her relationship with her brothers?

Dana in her foolish younger days took the oath without question. She wanted revenge for the murder of her grandfather. Out of all her siblings and cousins, Dana was the closest to their grandfather. She took his death personally due to being there when it happened.

As for the kinslaying she took part in those too. Did she regret them? Yes. Does she believe they were necessary for her to move forward? Yes. She loves her child and her friends of the second and third age. Without her early choices, she never would have had her second and third-age family.

Her brothers willingly took the oath. Like Dana, they felt it necessary to reclaim the silmarils and avenge their grandfather. Plus it's hard not to get caught up in the moment when your father is the great Feanaro. The one time in their lives they came upon hardship was when Dana declared no one was to go after Nelyafinwe after he answered Morgoth's invitation instead of Dana. Her brothers were furious. But when Findekano took it upon himself to ignore her and brought the eldest son of Feanaro back all was forgiven.

Her relationship with Oropher was never stable. It was built on a small bed of trust after she helped calm him down when his wife went into labour with Thranduil a month early. It was only after years of her service to his court that he knew he trusted her. It only took 2000 years and her to claim self-exile for 100 years.

Dana's relationship with Tauriel is fantastic. From the beginning, Dana was transparent with her. Tauriel knew she was adopted, she knew she was different, and she knew elvish history from both sides. Evil and good. Noldor and Sindar. The mother-daughter duo are fiercely protective of each other. They trust each other implicitly.

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Feanorian Week Day Three: Turcafinwe

1382 YT

"Pass the flint and steel,"

"Why? You have me," I state. "I can start the fire with the snap of my fingers,"

"Not all of us can start fires with the snap of our fingers, and some of us need the practice," Turca says tossing Pityo the flint and steel.

Pityo sticks his tongue out at his older brother. Turca on the other hand chuckles. Turca then turns to the youngest feanorian. “How’s the deer coming?”

“See for yourself,” Telvo says. He spreads his arms at his shot and cleaned prize. It was a beautiful buck. A worthy adversary.

When Turca asked a week ago if I wanted to go hunting I never thought I’d be enjoying myself as much as I have been. I enjoy the skills and time required to master them. This trip hopefully will be one of many.

_____

Under my head, Huan moves. I tickle the great hound's fur to calm him. This doesn’t work, he lets out a low growl. That grabs my attention.

Focusing my hearing, I listen to what the hound hears. Footsteps. Who could have followed us? No tracked. They would have tracked us.

I grab the cleaned hunting knife Telvo used hours ago to skin the buck. It's small but easily manoeuvrable. Training with Eonwe has left me with the ability to use blades easily. This knife is no exception.

Huan stands, keeping glued to my side as I move towards the footsteps. The great hound growls once more and then stops altogether. His head tilts like he questioning what he hears.

I glance down at my companion. That is new.

My ears perk up as a twig snaps. Whoever is out there is close. Too close for comfort.

"Show yourself," I shout.

"Dana?"

"Irisse?"

What?

Now it makes sense. Huan. The sneaking. It makes perfect sense. Turca used to come back from hunts complaining about Irisse. I always assumed he meant she bested him. Now I may not. She must have snuck up on his and scared the shit out of him.

"Do you always sneak up on Turca?" I ask as Irisse comes out from a tree. Her white attire glows in Teleprions light. She looks otherworldly.

"Most of the time yeah," My cousin shrugs.

Only her.

"Shall we scare him?"

Irisse grins.

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Feanorian Week Day Five: Curufinwe

1441 YT

"I'm telling you, you're next," Curvo states placing his empty wine cup on a tray passing by.

"Curvo, I literally brought a date you do not need to rub it in,"

"Does this mean you're not opposed to marrying?" Curvo hops on the balls of his feet.

If I'd known he'd get this excited I'd never have made him a wedding gift. Me admitting I would like to get married would have been enough. More than enough. It would cause an uproar in the family.

“You do know I’d have to be courting someone to get married,”

“Dana, we all know you and Nanwe are made for each other,”

“We are not,”

“Oh, yes you are. You two are like Eathinel and me only you skipped the enemies/ rivals thing,” No kidding. Them two, before this year, were always at each other's throats and not in a good way.

“Curvo,”

“No I know you two are keeping it on the down low,”

“Curvo,”

“Don’t worry I’ll keep your secret,”

“Curvo,”

“I'll have to tell Eathinel but she can keep a secret we did after all fool everyone into thinking we hated each other,"

"Curvo, you're getting ahead of yourself. Take the knowledge that I will marry one day," Hopefully it will make him pipe down a tad. He's close to yelling it to the world.

"Aha, you admit it," Curvo points at me all excitedly. If this wasn't his day he'd be made estranged.

"Yes, I admit it,"

Curvo jumps for joy.

I shake my head at my brother celebrating. He gets so overworked he runs over to Aunt Varniel.

Our Aunt squeals when Curvo pulls her onto the dance floor.

Across the room, Nanwe is having his ear talked off by cousin Nastawen. She’s only fifty-seven. Still quite young and not to mention the youngest on Mother's side of the family.

I should go save him. So I do. I cross the floor and excuse Nanwe from his one sided conversation.

On our way to a quieter corner we grab cups of wine.

"What's got your brother in such a state of glee?" Nanwe asks gesturing to my newly married brother dancing bountifully with Aunt Varniel. "Aside from being married,"

"I may have told him I wasn't opposed to getting married,"

"And he thinks were courting doesn't he,"

"Yep," I take a deep gulp of wine. "Sorry in advance,"

"It's fine. I can handle your family but my family is a whole other matter,"

I’m sure he can. He’s elegantly managed to avoid my Grandmama and Grandpapa's eager questions about us. A true master of the craft. Just like myself.

"Isn't family amazing?" I hold out my cup for Nanwe to bump.

"Cheers to that." Nanwe bumps his cup against mine.

We down the rest of our wine and place the cups on a passing tray. I hold out my arm. Nanwe catches on and loops his arm through mine. With the grace, a trained dancer could muster we take to the dance floor.

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Feanorian Week Day Four: Morifinwe

1385 YT

"Sugar?"

"No thank you," Mori waves his hand. He takes the cup of tea from my outreached hand.

It’s time we get to the bottom of why he declined going to Valmar with Turca, Kana, Nelyo and our cousins. He expressed his wanting to go but when he was asked he declined.

It makes no sense. So I invited him for tea at my cottage.

Mother thinks Mori’s found a lady friend. Father is inclined to agree. I think our parents are right. Mori’s been dodgy around Malin.

She can’t be his crush. She was in Alqulonde when we were in Valmar and her and Aerus are courting.

Malin also flat out said she’s not his crush. She said it as if she knows.

Mori is being a nut. A damn tough nut to crack. Usually I can tell but this time I can’t. It’s driving me up the wall.

“Where do you keep your mugs?”

Father?

Standing by the counter over looking my garden is Father. He’s filthy and has a line of separation from where his apron was. Glad he took that off. My cottage is a mess. To be fair so is father. But he doesn’t need to bring the smithy with him.

How did I not notice him walking in? Why is he here? It’s past lunch he should be in his smithy.

“In the cupboard farthest from me,” Mori points out.

Glad Mori know where the mugs are. Kana can barely find the plates and he lives here. So does Mori and Nelyo but that’s no excuse. Kana has a musicians mind. Scattered brained as Mama says. Most of our family is like that when we are in a groove.

Father and mother are notorious for it.

Father grabs a mug and takes a set beside me. He pours himself a stiff cup and piles three lumps of sugar in. Unlike his exterior personality to people who are not family.

"So what are you talking about this time?" Father asks over the rim of his mug. I can tell he's smiling. The mug does nothing to conceal his expression. "Could it perhaps be about Moryos crush,"

"Father," Mori sputters, the tea nearly spills. "That can't be true,"

My brother turns to me.

"Dana?"

Better to face the music than have Mori storm out on me. It would be a lonely tea if he did. But I'd still have father. So not too lonely.

"Well I was going to but since father's here he can bail you out by changing the topic,"

Father smiles.

Oh, not. Not that smile. Not the shit eater grin. He's gonna make me spill. And no he won't let the subject change until he's satisfied. "Actually I'm currious about how you were going to handle this,"

"I work in a court for a living. I would have gotten it out of him with little to no discomfort,"

"Because that make's it all that much better," Mori deadpans.

"You can tell me in your own time," I smile over my cup and at my brother.

Mori on the other hand rolls his eyes and grabs a honey cake. I bought these this morning when I was on my way to hand Grandfather his copy of my new book.

Like me, Mori tends to favour honeycakes. When he was a tot I introduced him to them when I took him to the market. We got them from my favourite vendor. Once he ate that he never looked back.

Now it's a favourite we share. Not literally. We'd rather wrestle the other for the final honeycake.

"Tell me about your new book," Mori asks quickly forgetting about the earlier topic. "Do you think it will be a hit?"

"Well..."

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Hey! What is the link of your history?

If you mean a link to my story, here you go!

Also a link to my Wattpad profile:

I am currently working on a project for the 2023 Wattys, so there won't be much activity for Danafinwe Feaelenion Feanorian until I need a break from my Wattys project or until after September. Hope this helps!

If you are interested, the first four chapters of my Wattys project will be out on July 17th. The premise is a prince is kidnapped, and a group of knights and two ladies(one a mage, the other a skilled fighter). They set out to find said prince. This is set during the Arthurian time period, and yes, the king whose son is kidnapped is King Arthur. Eventually, my project, like Danafinwe Feaelenion Feanorian, will have multiple books. But that will take some time.