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[arofili]

elves of arda ◆ misc. noldor ◆ headcanon disclaimer

           Lúnalótë was the youngest daughter of Manyaro and Lindalëa, and the sister of Anairë. As a child she was energetic and flighty, more so than her elder sisters, taking after her mother in her love of music. She would often run away to the fields outside of Tirion, playing with the children of the farmers and the lesser of Yavanna’s Maiar, and when she was grown she took one of those childhood friends as her husband. This was Nermindil, who had a special connection with the nature spirits in his fields, and even as Lúnalótë taught him her mother’s songs he taught her the music of his Maiarin companions.            Nermindil and Lúnalótë had three children together. The eldest, Awaldiel, was feisty like her mother but devoted to her family’s lands like her father. Her younger brother Hyartamo was quiet and practical, and surprised everyone in his choice of bride: Úriel, an outspoken follower of Fëanáro who took him to reside with her in Tirion. But the couple were happy together, and Úriel delighted in the freedom of Yavanna’s pastures when she and Hyartamo visited his home. Youngest of the siblings was Mámalindë, who inherited his mother and grandmother’s love of song, and was a dear friend to the animals in his care.            Though Lúnalótë’s family of origin were socialites in the court of Tirion, she herself was much happier in the fields with her family of choice. Her life was not simple, as her sister Sendiel once remarked, but rather its trials and challenges were different, and the fruits of her labors more obvious. Yet Lúnalótë loved her sisters and her parents, and when she took her children to visit Tirion they were spoiled by their Aunt Sendiel and befriended by Aunt Anairë’s own children.           When the Darkening came to Valinórë and all was thrown into chaos, Lúnalótë and Nermindil saw their life’s work fall to pieces around them as crops died and animals fled. Helpless, they turned to Úriel their law-daughter and her fiery passion for Fëanáro’s proclamations of flight and freedom, and their hearts were stirred to follow him to Endórë. In the bloodshed at Alqualondë, Awaldiel fought with her cousin Írissë and was slain by a Telerin sailor, bringing much grief to her family. Yet though Sendiel her sister turned back with Arafinwë, Lúnalótë pressed on, her husband and sons with her.            They marched with the children of Ñolofinwë, their kin, save for Úriel and Hyartamo who took the swan-ships with the host of Fëanáro. Amid the storms of Uinen’s fury, Hyartamo was drowned, and Úriel barely survived, rescued by Prince Nelyafinwë at the last moment. Grieving her husband’s death, Úriel swore her service to Nelyafinwë Maitimo, and when he went to parlay with Morgoth she was among his armed host. Along with all his company she was slain, though Maitimo himself was dragged into the depths of Angband.           Lúnalótë, Nermindil, and Mámalindë dared the crossing of the Helcaraxë and the horrors therein. Devoured by the cold, Lúnalótë perished on the Ice, and her empty hröa was left behind by her husband and son, for they could not remain to honor her in death unless they too wished to waste away. They alone of their family reached the far shores, but near as soon as they had arrived, Mámalindë was killed in the Battle of the Lammoth alongside his cousin Arakáno, leaving Nermindil utterly alone. In these new lands not even the field spirits for which he was named would speak to him, many having fled the torments of Gorthaur and those who remained untrusting of the doom-laden Noldor.           Nermindil may have succumbed to grief had not High King Fingolfin taken him into his service, offering him a place in his household should he wish for it, out of respect for their kinship, for Nermindil was the husband of his wife’s sister. Given this purpose, Nermindil roused himself, taking the name Nandil in the Grey-elven tongue, and became Fingolfin’s valet and confidante in Barad Eithel. He served his king faithfully until the Battle of Sudden Flame, when he refused to leave his liege’s side upon the battlefield though he was no warrior himself, and he was killed defending Fingolfin amid the fighting.            Though theirs was a long and dreadful tale of woe, in the end Lúnalótë and her family each found their healing in the Halls of Mandos, and by the end of the Second Age of the Sun they were all reborn in Aman and reunited with those they loved.

[xoswj]

Devon got Amelia out of the tub and waited for Roxanne to come next “ come on little Misst it’s hair washing time and then maybe we can ask Mama nicely to braid your hair “ he said smiling. “do myself!” Rox called out, Devon usually didn’t like the girls washing their own hair as they never got it all cleaned but he was a man of respect to his daughters wishes “ Ok fine, but if it’s not all the way clean, Daddys going to come back and do it again to get it all clean” he said walking out after he refilled the bath for her, he never went far and always checked every few minutes, Roxanne was four and pretty good at doing things on her own but never know. After a while she was done, Devon checked and she seemed ok for now. Getting her out he dried the little girl off and got her dressed,handing her the brush and some hair products she set off to find Lindsey “ mommy” she called walking around the house looking for the female 

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[teenmomtruths]

normaly i have no problem with people who say they want a girl or a boy. but it is tylers whole attitude and his body language. how he threw a fit at the gender reveal party or his ugly gesture when cate said on the new episode „i want a boy“ like it is so important for him its ridiculous. there are couples that unfortunately cant have children or like lindsay (mamalind) who have to fight for their babies to be healthy (all the best wishes to her family). and tyler it is your part to make a boy

I can’t stand him and his attitude around it.

[xoswj]

devonbostick: truly a work of art she is.she’ll hate me for this

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