#manwë/lissë

[cilil]

𝓐𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓼 - 𝟐𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞

⊱ Flight

Characters: Dark!Manwë/Erulissë Synopsis: Erulissë attempts to escape the Elder King's clutches. Warnings: Dark!Manwë, birds of prey, hunting, blood

The soft patter of her bare feet echoes between the Pelóri mountains, a small noise like a pebble skipping on water, but amplified by the silence around her. The snow makes her shiver from the cold and sharp rocks dig into soft skin, yet she keeps running as fast as she can, the skirt of her rose-coloured dress fluttering in the wind. 

Erulissë hears no sound of beating wings, only feels the wind picking up and sees the shadow of a great eagle. Her hunter pursues her with calm precision while she panics and attempts to flee, though deep down she knows she will never outrun him. 

It's over before she knows it. One second the shadow vanishes from her sight, the next she's pushed to the ground by the large bird's weight and cries out in pain when deadly talons slice through the fabric of her dress and the skin underneath with ease. Blood drips onto the snow below her, like a bed of red flowers beginning to bloom around her form – small, helpless and at his mercy. 

"Found you," Manwë chuckles lightly as if it was merely a fun little game for him to chase her, and his weight on top of her shifts as he assumes his accustomed form. 

"Let me go!" Erulissë demands; despite her current predicament she cannot bring herself to beg or refer to him as her lord and king. 

Manwë leans down to nuzzle her hair and neck with surprising gentleness, his larger form completely covering hers. Erulissë would never admit it, but her shivering fána welcomes his body heat.  

"What a silly idea, to run from your path of redemption that Father so graciously offers you," he scolds. 

"I don't want it!" 

"Hush, my little rose. You will appreciate it in time." 

Manwë pulls her into his embrace and stands back up, wings wrapping around her to keep her securely surrounded by his stronger form. Even though his feathers are warm and soft, Erulissë feels like she has been put in chains. 

"You will return to his light under my guidance and then you will thank me for taking care of you." 

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[starlitwinter]

XIX

Nenlissë began to gently open the back box where laid the gift Teivel had made for her. It was a beautiful and ornamented diadem.

“For the queen of my heart” The elf said with a little smile before taking the silver crown and pose it gently on his bride’s head. “So you shall reign with me” he added in her mind, giving her a smirk as Manwë, with a flick of his wrist bide their spirits for eternity. Our two protagonists felt a warm sensation take over their bodies, their souls finally bond for eternity and beyond.

“You may kiss your bride” Manwë finally said, Teivel still having his eyes fixed on the crown resting on Nenlissë’s head. Finally, he smiled, his hand coming to cup her chin, the other brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers. She replied quickly to the kiss, her own hands going in his dark hair, their kiss more and more passionate as the seconds passed. When they parted, the two newlyweds stared into each others eyes for long seconds before someone in the crowd began to applaud, making them come back to reality and throw n out of their little world.

Soon, people came to give them their blessings and congratulations and the couple walked hands in hands toward the place where a feast was awaiting them.

But first, it seemed they had to waltz the first dance. As they took position on the grass, Nenlissë couldn’t help a giggle, making Teivel raise a brow of curiosity.

“Why are you laughing, my dear?” he asked as they began to dance together. “Oh, nothing. It’s just… all of this is so… medieval.

-Medieval?”

-Something of my world,She replied in his ind with a soft smile

Teivel just nodded, his hand on her lower back pressing her more closely to his body than it was necessary, so he could peak and kiss her lips, both laughing like teenagers in love until the song ended and someone cleared their throat beside them.

Teivel turned his head toward the intruder, his eyes flashing with anger. “What?” He snarled when he saw Turko standing beside them. The blonde elf stared at Teivel before looking at is cousin. “May I steal you for a dance, Lissë?” He asked, ignoring Teivel. The young woman looked at her newly husband then at her cousin before smiling at him. “You may.”

Turko gave her a bright smile and Teivel stared at his wife with great jealousy. “Love..” He whispered before grabbing her chin a bit roughly and press a furious kiss on her lips. “Don’t forget who you belong to, Nenlissë” He warned her by their bond before breaking their kiss and leaving the two cousins alone on the dance floor.

“That was…

-Shut up” Nenlissë cut her cousin, her cheeks burning from the kiss Teivel had just gave her and what he had said in her mind.

Turko let out a chuckle before extending a hand toward his cousin. “Shall we?” He asked and she just replied by a nod and posing her hand in his, the other going on his shoulder. The music began and they also began to dance, a never leaving smile on the elf’s lips.

“You are truly a sight today my dear” He said softly “I hope you are delighted to have finally wed your lover” he added, a slight bitterness slipping with a words.

Nenlissë stayed silent for a few seconds before replying. “I am. And thank you again for forging the sword I had designed” She tried to change the subject but it only made Turko think about how he would never be the one to be gifted those gifts by the human. “It’s nothing. i just ope he’ll treat it well. And you.” he said with a pained smile. “You look beautiful, so beautiful, Nenlissë” he whispered “I always dreamed what you would have looked like… at a wedding. I always thought… I-I would… Never mind.” He turned his head away before looking back at Nenlissë. “Are you happy, truly? I know I’ve already asked it but… I can’t help but worry for you”

She smiled at him, trying to reassure and comfort him, her hand rubbing his shoulder with a hint of tenderness. “I am Turko. I am happy. Truly. He treat me well, my cousin. Don’t worry about me.”

Turko smiled weakly at his cousin before pulling her in a tight hug in the middle of the dance. His arms wrapped around his waist, his head going to rest on her shoulder. Firstly surprised, Nenlissë froze before returning the hug, her arms wrapped around his neck. She could feel his breaths on her ear.

“I really… really need to let you go, Lissë” he whispered before taking a shaky inhale “Just hold me for a minute. Care only for me for a minute. I… I need to believe for a minute that it’s to me you offered that sword and your soul”

Nenlissë stayed silent, not so surprised by Turko’s confession and gave in his wish, holding him like a lover for a minute, the two of them swaying together. The were unaware of the gaze full of jealousy and hatred that was posed on them, the hand crisped on the silver cup, menacing to break it with sheer force.

As the last note of music was played, Turko pulled himself out of the hug, his eyes glossy as he looked lovingly in Lissë’s eyes. “Thank you, my Lissë” he whispered before pressing a light kiss to her forehead. “Thank you” He mumbled against her skin, giving her a last smile and leaving before she could say a word. Nenlissë watched him leave and when he wa out of sight, she turned around, thinking about joining Teivel back next to the buffet but she bumped in her little sister, who grabbed her arm and pulled her to a private place where no one was supposed to hear or see them.

Nenlissë could hear Teivel’s voice in her head. “Love? Darling? where are you?

-Teivel, I’m with Artanis, she seems to want to talk to me.

-Okay. Tell me when it’s done. I want to pass some time with my wife.

Nenlissë felt her sister shook her shoulder. “Lissë. Stop talking to Teivel and listen to me.” Nenlissë blinked and posed hand on Artanis’. “I’m here, sister. What did you wanted to talk about?”

The elf just sighed before looking straight in here sister eye’s. “Nenlissë. I love you, you are my sister. You know I’ll always support you in everything you do. I respect your choices and feelings but… you know that I have some… apprehensiveness concerning Teivel.”

Nenlissë nodded, waiting for her sister to pursue her thoughts.

“I really, really have a bad feeling. About all of this. About this marriage. About your couple. And, for Illuvatar’s sake, what was that with Celegorm? You… goodness.” Artanis couldn’t help the worry and slight indignation slip in her tone.

“Sister. Nothing happened. Turko is my cousin and my best friend. He… He was just a bit confused.” Nenlissë replied “And for Teivel, I remember telling you that if something was strange, I would tell you.”

Artanis sighed again before shaking her head. “I know, sister, I know. But I can’t… Can’t shake it off. It’s eating me inside that bad feeling.”

The two sisters stayed silent before Nenlissë gently hugged her little sister. “I promise I’ll be careful, Artanis. Seriously. If that is what I need to do so your little genius brain calm down and is at easy, then I’ll be careful. I will try to look for any suspicious behavior of my husband. But you must understand that even if I do all of this, I love Teivel. We’re married. I swore fidelity to him. And I’ll not annul our marriage without proofs that he is up to not good.”

Artanis looked down before exhaling “I understand, Lissë. And I still hope that nothing will happen. That all of this is just some sibling jealousy because someone is taking my dear older sister from me.” The elf let out a little laugh and it brought a smile on Nenlissë’s lips. “You’ll always be the first in my heart, little sister” She teased her and Artanis laughed “Idiot. You wouldn’t want your husband to hear that, silly. Now off you go, I’m sure he’s waiting for you” The elf smiled at her sister. Lissë smiled back before pressing a kiss on her sister’s cheek and leaving their secluded spot to try to find Teivel.

[edensrose]

Yes another rp blog, yes it's because of the same friend who bullied me to make the last 😂 ANYWAY!

I finally made the roleplay blog for one of my favourite characters other than lissë! Check out amaurë the son of manwë. Open for interactions and starters!

[absynthe--minded]

Blessed Hands: A Neo-Quenya Glossary

crossposted to AO3 here.

This is a glossary of all the Quenya words used in Blessed Hands Will Break Me and all stories set in its canon, including both terms from the various lexicons and neo-Quenya developed for the sake of the story. All words are taken from either Eldamo’s Neo-Quenya lists (chapter 8 onward) or Ambar-Eldaron’s Quenya-English dictionary (chapters 1-7). I made the switch because while A-E’s dictionary is a downloadable PDF, Eldamo indicates both the age of the word and common mistranslations.

There will be some expletives/NSFW terms here.

ai - an expression of surprise or shock or annoyance, usually translated “oh”

alatya - grandfather (familiar), a diminutive of alatatar. From a portmanteau of alat+atar, “great”+“father”, not strictly correct but also the sort of thing you see used by children and after a period of linguistic development. Also a homonym for alatya, meaning “to shield or ward off”, which I think is perfect for Nolofinwë and most elvish grandparents except Fëanáro.

amil - mother, diminutive ammë. This word has some controversy; it’s sometimes rendered amillë with emmë as a pet name; I’ve chosen amil due to its use in compounds like amilessë.

amilessë - mother-name, ex. Maitimo, Astaldo, Tyelperinquar

appanyël - literally “you touch me”, used in a similar fashion to touché in English

aran - king

asar/aþar - party, ball

atar - father, diminutive atya

atarháno - uncle, literally “father-brother”. Developed from the use of “sister-son” and “sister-daughter” by Théoden in The Lord of the Rings; as this is translated from Westron, which had some limited elvish influences, it seemed fitting

atarnésa - aunt, literally “father-sister”

ausa - phantom, shade, ghost

cilmessë - self-name, rendered kilmessë in some HoME writings and in the text of the story. This is a name you choose for yourself, as opposed to being given it by someone else

condo - prince, but not in the direct line of succession

cuptalë - deceit, here used to indicate a card game similar to “Bullshit” or “Liar”

elda - elf, used where English would use “person” or “man (meaning ‘member of humanity’), plural eldar

enda - heart

epessë - a name given by a friend or family member who is not a parent, usually used only by them or by a select few, ex. Russandol

erca - a verb stem meaning “to prick”, here used euphemistically to indicate “fuck”. Seen in “á ercat” (fuck that/general “fuck”), “ercamando” (literally “fuck-hell”, used as “fucking hell”), “ercanyë” (fuck me), “ércala” (fucking), etc.

essë - name, used here to mean father-name since we don’t have a direct translation

fëa - spirit, soul

hánoanel - niece, literally “brother-daughter”

hánoyon - nephew, literally “brother-son”, taken from súyon, “nephew/daughter’s son”, PME 87/QL 87

haryon - prince in the direct line of succession

heru - lord, referring to a title or sense of being above someone socially

Herunúmen - a formal title for Manwë, literally “west-lord”

hessanta - “become dead”, “become withered”. Used here as a generic curse.

hröa - body

lárëa - fatty, rich. Used here to mean a savory/main course at a feast

láramasta - a baklava-esque pastry that has thin dough sandwiching layers of nut cream and honey. Literally “flat cake”, translated thusly due to the Latin placenta, which describes a similar dessert that the Romans had. (The word “baklava” has no consistently agreed upon etymology, hence my needing to look for substitutes.) In Valinor it was made with almond cream, in Beleriand it is made with chestnut cream

lissë - sweet. Used here to indicate a dessert course at a feast

maira - precious, sublime

mattarincë - literally “food (diminutive)”, plural mattarinci. Used to mean finger-food/hors d’ouevres at a party.

melindo - lover (masculine)

milt - semen, ejaculate

morco - bear

muk - shit, aka Findekáno’s favorite curse word

nenvalaina - alcohol. Literally “divine water”, translated due to the various human language that render “alcohol” as “water of life”

nér - man (gender), plural néri

nís - woman (gender), plural níssi

nînya - my/mine (listed as ninya on Eldamo)

nómilt - pre-ejaculate, precome. From nó+milt, “before”+“semen” (fun fact! I did not have to translate “semen!” Thanks JRRT!)

núrë - maid, servant girl

onóro - brother (there are multiple Quenya and Sindarin words for siblings; I’ve chosen to use onóro in casual conversation to refer to a biological brother when it’s not a compound word)

óravanyël - fully conjugated verb meaning “(you) forgive (me)”, from órava+nyë+l

querië - a partnered dance in 6/8 time, similar to a European waltz but with more complicated footwork and more room for lifts and dips as flourishes. Seen in Did My Heart Love Til Now, but included here. Literally means “turning/revolving”, after “waltz”

ránelet - dandelion, literally “lion-tooth”. Translated from the French dent de lion, which is where we get the English word.

roquen - knight

“Þauron eryavë míqualyën ve insë...” - a complete phrase, meaning “Þauron only kisses you like himself”, seen in the alternate version of BH’s chapter ten

-t - a plural only used to indicate a matched pair of something, ex. Aldat (the Trees) or Ambarussat (the Fëanorian twins)

távananda - wine fermented from maple syrup, literally “great tree mead”. I wondered what alcohol the Sindar might have in a world with no light and therefore limited agriculture, and came to the conclusion that the most “awake” plants would have to be the trees

tungaquerma - a musical instrument that centers around a set of strings fixed in a cylindrical shape, with one pedal rotating them back and forth and another pedal propelling a bow that plays various notes and chords based on which strings it hits. Contained in a box, except for the top ring with strings attached to it. Produces a sound similar to a hurdy-gurdy, and played by moving the pedals with both feet and using the fingers of both hands to lift strings out of the way of the bow and prevent them from being sounded. Literally “taut/tight/resonant (of strings) spinning wheel”.

úmaia - not-Maia, bad Maia. From ú+maia, or “not/without/bad”+“Maia”. Used to mean Sauron, or any of the Balrogs, or Morgoth’s servant spirits who aren’t orcs or enthralled elves.

vanimelda - beloved

wendë - maiden, maid (meaning young woman)

wilwarin - butterfly

yén - the Valinorean/Noldorin “year”, roughly 144 of our solar years

yonya - my son (diminutive). A portmanteau of yonyo (son) and onya (my child)

[seaofthesoul]

🌻🍃✨ hello love! i know i’ve asked you to do all three grjsksha, i just love all three of them a lot, but if i had to pick one then could you please do 🌻 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Hi lovely, it’ll be a pleasure for me to do all three for ya! 😘💕💗

🌻 —one direction

aesthetic: Louis’ sweater paws 😭

album (band): four | midnight memories | mitam | take me home | up all night

album (solo): fine line | flicker | harry styles | heartbreak weather | icarus falls | lp1 | mind of mine | walls

band member: harry | liam | louis | niall | zayn

friendship: larry | lilo | lirry | narry | niam | nouis | zarry | ziall | ziam | zouis  

lyric (band or solo): “i’m going, oh, i’m going home”

song (band or solo): this town

year: 2010 | 2011 | 2012 | 2013 | 2014 | 2015 | 2016 | 2017 | 2018 | 2019 | 2020

+ bonus of my choosing: harry leaning down to kiss niall’s shoulder gently 🌸

🍃 —lord of the rings etc.

antagonist: balrog | cave troll | goblin | gollum | haradrim | nazgûl | orc | saruman | sauron | shelob | uruk-hai | warg

dwelling: bree | gondor | lórien | moria | rivendell | rohan | the shire

fellowship member: aragorn | boromir | frodo | gandalf | gimli | legolas | merry | pippin | samwise

female character: arwen | éowyn | galadriel | rosie  

object: andúril | elven rope | evenstar | glamdring | legolas’ bow | light of eärendil | mithril | one ring | palantír | red book | sting

race: dwarf | elf | ent | hobbit | man | wizard

vala: aulë | mandos | manwë | nienna | oromë | ulmo | varda | yavanna

+ elvish word of my choosing: lissë (in quenya, “sweet(ness)” sometimes used metaphorically for “grace”; briefly considered as a word for “honey”)

✨ —harry potter

core class: astronomy | charms | dark arts | dada | flying | herbology | history of magic | potions | transfiguration

elective class: alchemy | apparition | arithmancy | care of magical creatures | divination | muggle studies | study of ancient runes

house: gryffindor | hufflepuff | ravenclaw | slytherin

magical creature: centaur | dragon | hippogriff | house-elf | merperson | niffler | phoenix | thestral | unicorn | werewolf

potion: amortentia | calming draught | felix felicis | polyjuice | veritaserum | wolfsbane

spell: alohomora | expecto patronum | expelliarmus | incendio | legilimens | lumos | protego | rictusempra | riddikulus | wingardium leviosa

wand core: dragon heartstring | phoenix feather | unicorn hair | veela hair

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[darling-of-roses]

I need to update lissë's form so muuuchh. fun fact, while she does not become a corrupt ainu, she does question eru and his will significantly along with those that follow it ( ie. she agrees with neither melkor nor manwë )

[ofainur]

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ manwë ⠀〳 erulissë⠀ ❜࿔ 

· ⊰ synopsis. after losing a bet, the king of arda submits to his most rebellious subject, who claims to despise him despite touching him with so much love ( minors dni  ៸៸ sexual content ៸៸ explicit descriptions ៸៸ strong language ៸៸ penetrative sex ៸៸ choking ៸៸ bondage ៸៸ 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆-𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 ៸៸ bottom!manwë ៸៸ top!lissë ៸៸ creampie )

· ⊰ note. both with the enabling of @cilil and one person on my erulissë rp blog demanding that I "release receipts" here we have a wonderful smut piece I wrote some time back of our beloved flower girly topping the king of arda ~ honestly I've been brainrotting over these two because for those of you who know her, lissë absolutely despises manwë because of his loyalty to eru and his constant selfless abiding to eru's will, whilst manwë views her with something almost akin to confusion because of her rejection of eru and his will

♡ — 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈

"P-Please. . ."

A slight groan leaves his lips as his head hangs back. His eyes glossy as he weeps for his subject. He couldn't help it. She felt so good. She was simply too beautiful. Even as she stared at him with such hate and malice. As her velvet walls squeezed around his cock.

"E-Erulissë — ngh!"

Her thumb on his nipple and rubbing so callously left him gasping for air. He, the Lord of the Winds, left breathless because of some Maia. His own subject.

"For the last time." Leaning over him, her usually gentle face scowls. "You call me Lissë. Or would you rather something else? Something more demeaning of your position right now?"

"I-I can't take it!" Manwë's whine resonates through his marble walls. His fingers curling into his palms as his wrists tug at the binds holding him down. "Let me touch you. Please," he gasps, fluttering his sapphire eyes at her.

"L-Let me touch you. . . Let me feel you ahnn ~"

His lips part and his eyes nearly roll back when her hips start grinding against his again. She's so small. So tight. She's practically sucking him in and sending him to ruin with rough touches from such soft hand.

Fingers coil around white hair and she yanks his head back, her eyes glaring down at his pathetic form. Her supposed king — here he lays. His pale, jade-like chest decorated in red claw marks. His neck wearing her bites and hickies with pride.

He is nothing in this moment.

He will forever be nothing to her.

And yet she wants him more.

"Pathetic excuse for a king." She spits, her fingers pinching and twisting at his nipple as her hips begin to rock faster. Forming an agonisingly slow rhythm that has Manwë seeing stars.

"You. . . " He breathes, trying to buck his hips faster — if only to feel her hand shoot down and claw at his skin. A warning. Which he promptly ignores. His hips piston upward, powerful and quick — fucking her back into an arching position and squelching her needy little cunt.

Erulissë cries out. It's her turn to splutter. But she quickly regains control and shoots her grip around his throat. Clamping down and hunching over him with such feral eyes.

"Y-You lost the bet, Súlimo." He speaks through clenched teeth, despite the pleasure flickering in her eyes. "I told you that you are my slut for the night."

"You are ruining me," he groaned out loudly, his head tossing back as he slows his hips down with much reluctance. "You. . . Oh just you wait. . ." He pants, face heated and brows furrowed. "When these bonds are off I will. . .ungh. . . ruin this tight little thing right in front of my maiar," he rasps. His hips piston a few more times, ramming right up into that tender spot as though to warn her.

"Oh you will scream for me. . ."

Erulissë has to bite down on her lower lip at his threat. Her hand clenches around his throat as her dark hair frames his face. She leans down, face a breath away from his.

"I'd love to see you try. . . You bastard." She chuckles, biting down on his lip and tearing through the sensitive skin. "But for now, you're mine for the evening."

She stares into his half-lidded eyes and no matter how many times she tells herself that she hates him — that she loathes Manwë Súlimo. She cannot deny their passion. Their fervent nights of strewn sheets and insults followed by numerous kisses.

Their kiss is like two stars colliding. Devastating. Ruinous. Teeth clattering, tongues twisting. She feels him tugging on his restraints — desperate to touch her and she laughs against his lips whilst mocking him by roaming her hands through his body. Showing him her control in this situation.

When she parts they are both gasping. Whispering each other's name as though it were a forbidden nectar on their tongues.

She arches her back once more and rides him as though he is nothing. As though he is not her king. And he takes it as though she isn't his subject. Their hips move in sync. Damaging. Bruising. Even their very touch burned with hate.

And even as her release tore through her and she says his name to the heavens — it's as though she is cursing it.

Oh, but he cares not. His slithered eyes watch her clench and squirt around his cock. Around the same man she claims to despise with her entire being.

He chuckles softly, his head limping back into the sheets as she claws at his chest again to get him to shut up.

"I hate you."

She reminds.

"You're beautiful."

He counters.

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[ofainur]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ     ꒰🌸꒱ erulissë ៸៸ 

❀ ˙ ˖ “ you are worth far more than a thousand roses , my petal ’

·⊰ kin: maia, of yavanna

·⊰ epithets: meluines ( s ): "lovely/sweet woman" ( she is named this by the sindar elves during her time and contribution in middle-earth ), lótërien ( q ): "flower maiden" ( often known as this due to her connection to flowers ), merillëarimelda ( q ) & merilmel ( s ): ''rose darling'' ( due to her creation of roses )

·⊰ sex: female 

·⊰ hair colour: black

·⊰ eye colour: lavender 

·⊰ mbti: isfj 

·⊰ face claims: ( x ) ( x ) ( x ) ( x ) ( x )

·⊰ about: a kind spirit is what she is known to be, who tries her utmost hardest to look at every aspect of life from a positive outlook. it is said that erulissë optimism is contagious, as is her smile which is one of her signature attributes. the maia is curious and finds wonder in every creation her lady yavanna creates. she is compassionate, kind at heart and merciful. . . for the most part. her hair is ebony black and long, extending past her waist in most cases and often left loose if not braided. it is noted that she has various minuscule flowers that don her tresses. her eyes are a soft lavender that sometimes bear no pupils nor whites — yet this is only if she is upset. her skin is fair and slightly sun-kissed and she is said to dress in shades of pink, white and pastel purple. while she prefers dresses, this also extends into hanfus. at times she has a flower crown and sometimes even deer antlers with an arrangement of chain and dangling jewellery hanging from them, however, this is mostly in her accustomed form. more often than not she can be found with her pair of large, feathery wings that appear almost white, yet is, in fact, a very light shade of pink. the maia wears jewellery such as thin silver bracelets or earrings. she has a lobe piercing on each ear as well as a helix. 

although typically soft-spoken and not one to anger hastily, erulissë has very strong beliefs and does not waver from a challenge. she has grown to despise eru and be critical of his will, believing that his plan is merely a play for his enjoyment and that they ( the ainur and so forth ) are the puppets. while she is considered incredibly forgiving, she can also be extremely unforgiving, especially to those who have harmed innocents and strayed from morality one too many times. she is considered naive and weak, a mistake on those who assume such. as a being of mana, she holds a lot of strength yet attempts to mask it as she does not trust her own strength. there have been numerous cases in which she loses control of this gift, and she is said to out-power even her brother, the general of angband himself in these cases. 

created in the timeless halls, she was fooled by the reality of freedom. during the music of the ainur, she chooses no side and is instead horrified by the reality of eru’s will. she attempted to stay loyal to him once she entered arda, however, as she witnessed the pain faced by her fellow ainur and the eldar, she grew to despise eru. she leaves valinor a number of times yet returns more often than not. at some point, she had grown to despise the ainur in general but eased up once she realised they too are victims of eru. however, she still has a particular distaste for melkor and manwë. eventually, she rejects the ‘eru’ part of her name and identifies as ‘lissë’. it is said that the maia is aggrieved, suffering numerous heartbreaks of the ones she holds dear turning and joining the side of darkness ( such as her brother vanimóre as well as her closest friends ruinë and mairon ). it is due to this grief and her general displeasure with the valar's inaction that she leaves valinor and ventures into middle-earth, where she dwells in silence. it is here that she is said to have created a sanctuary for elves to protect them from dark forces as well as some sort of healing centre for those scarred by the torture and experiments under the dark lords' hands.

unfortunately, this sanctuary was ransacked by those very dark forces. not much is known after, and erulissë's spirit returns to valinor in later stages. it is said that she was in shambles and inconsolable. later it would be known that she is in fact, a survivor of angband, something that she tries to deal with privately, even long after she has reobtained her body. while she does remain in valinor and does not have too many ill feelings towards the rest of the ainur any longer, she is still highly critical of their inaction and decisions. she is often the one to act as the internal opposition and stand up during meetings to combat certain decisions. after her rebirth, it seems that she has a slow decent in her kind personality and becomes far more blunt. she has voiced her opinions on their creator numerous times and is on a mission to break away from eru's will and make the other ainur see it for what it is. 

with a lover, erulissë is as kind and caring as she always has been, without the added bluntness and harshness that she develops over time. she is beyond affectionate, be it physically or verbally. one of her main ways of showing her affection is through a series of nicknames, such as 'petal', 'daisy', 'sweetheart' and other flower-related nicknames. she adores physical acts such as holding your hand or cuddling whenever she gets the chance — especially if she gets to wrap her wings around you. this maia's love language is also acts of service, such as cooking for you, helping you dress in the morning, braiding your hair with flowers and so on. do be warned that she is still heavily traumatised from whatever occurred in angband, yet does not let on to it and might resort to bottling it up or denying. she suffers from severe nightmares and during particularly bad episodes might become delusional, it is during these times that she requires comfort and grounding. with her past pains in mind, erulissë is beyond protective of you and is unafraid to step up should anyone or anything bother you. she might be clingy at times, but that is due to her not wishing to lose you as she has lost those close to her. other than that, as stated previously, she is beyond physically affectionate. expect her to rush at you, engulf you in her wings and kiss you until you're dizzy.

·⊰ strengths:��

❀ ˙ ˖ mana manipulation — the ability to manipulate mana as a physical force of energy. she draws this from living beings around her ( without harming them as she always ensures to return it ) and creates physical manifestations of a pink/purple energy force. she can use this both defensively and offensively. her mana is known as ''pure'' as opposed to her brother's ''corrupt'' mana. her powerset can lead to something catastrophic if left unchecked, which is whys he does not use it often

❀ ˙ ˖ zoolingualism — the ability to talk to and understand animals. this also extends to plants 

❀ ˙ ˖ phytokinesis — manipulation over plant life, one of her more commonly used abilities 

❀ ˙ ˖ flight — with her wings, she obtains the mobility of flight 

❀ ˙ ˖ combat — despite her soft appearance she is incredibly skilled in the art of combat, having fought in various battles and wars against melkor and his forces alongside the other ainur - and even after such events. her preferred weapon is a sword, or a set of dual fans 

·⊰ weaknesses: 

❀ ˙ ˖ reverse / corrupt mana — the ability that her brother holds, it is her direct weakness and can immediately subdue her if she is not focused enough, or worse. 

❀ ˙ ˖ fire — this element, while not one that directly opposes hers, is said to weaken her to a certain extent

❀ ˙ ˖ wings deficiency — her current set of wings is her second set that grew back after her rebirth and healing. at times, she recalls the way in which she lost her wings and as such, might fall from the very sky as her wings will become ultimately stiff and immobile

·⊰ trivia 

❀ ˙ ˖ her name means "gift of god'', however, after she begins referring to herself as solely lissë, it takes on the quenya word meaning ''sweet''

❀ ˙ ˖ she doubles over as both a healing maia and a combative maia 

❀ ˙ ˖ she was the one who created roses 

❀ ˙ ˖ she has a saviour complex

❀ ˙ ˖ at times, she takes on the form of a deer, especially when interacting with the elves in valinor

❀ ˙ ˖ she is particularly close to námo and irmo, however, she absolutely despises both manwë and melkor

❀ ˙ ˖ she has many pets, most notable of which is a fawn and a bird

❀ ˙ ˖ she lost her wings in angband, they were ripped from her

❀ ˙ ˖ she resides in a cottage in valinor, somewhere in yavanna's pastures

[cilil]

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[edensrose]

How dare people claim that you are a EruF***.

We ALL Know that you are a 1000.000.000% a Valar/ Manwë fucker. There is absolutely no evidence that will suppress such false claims of you being a Eru lover.

Hekk, even your OC ( lissë) Doesn't Like Eru. If that is a clear example of not being a Erulover then I don't know what is.

I'm sorry for others saying such outrageous things about you Eden.

( From Jin)

Hi Jin darling!! Hope you're doing well ❤️

AND YEAH TELL THEM!!! THEY WANNA ACCUSE ME OF THINGS THAT I AM NOT!

I hate hate HATE HIM and lissë is literally the embodiment of me when it comes to these things!

I am a proud manwë fucker and that is THAT

[starlitwinter]

XXII

She couldn’t believe her eyes. What she was seeing, the truth laying bare in front of her. With frantic hands she tried to get up, her movements catching Ungoliant attention. Before the monster could jump on the human, a hand ordered her not to and to do what it was supposed to. Nenlissë with panic glanced a last time at her supposed husband before running straight away from the Trees.

In her run, she stumbled into Turko, the elf himself seemed terrified. He wrapped his arms around the human and Nenlissë hugged him back. Chaos surrounded them as all the elves were panicking because of the sudden darkness, the Valar seeming frozen, like deers caught between headlights. The human was frightened, frozen in her cousin arms as they observed the Valar finally act and make Ungoliant leave, Melkor had already flee.

“Are you alright?” Turko finally asked his cousin as he felt her shake in his arms, “Nenlissë, what’s wrong?” He asked, one of his hand reaching to cup her cheek and felt some tears on his palm “Darling, what’s happening? Why are you crying?”

“I’m so sorry” The woman sobbed, “I’m sorry”

Turko was discountenanced by her sudden apologies “Why are you sorry, Lissë? Is it because of the argument between our parents? Don’t worry about that, they got cross a lot of time, they are brother.”

Nenlissë shook her head “No… Turko… It’s Teivel… He…”

Her cousin’s grip on her shoulders tightened, “What have he done. Did he hurt you? Where? When?”

“No, he… Teivel is Melkor, Turko. I saw him.

-What are you talking about? Teivel… is Melkor?

-Yes, yes he is. And he destroyed the light of the Trees with a spider named Ungoliant. It’s his fault. We need… We need to tell the others or-”

“Wait. You knew this was going to happen? You knew?” He cut her off with a frown.

“I-Yes but I couldn’t say anything!” Nenlissë was panicking, trying to cling at her cousin and make him believe her. “Turko, please, you have to believe me… It’s more complicated that it seem to be!”

The elf stared at his cousin before sighing “Alright. I believe you. But you’ll have to explain everything to me later.” He looked around them and saw how the calm was finally arriving, as the elves gathered around the Valar, guided by the stars of Varda.

The two cousins joined back their families, staying close from each other in case something happened. The elves were silent as Yavanna rose and stood upon Ezellohar, she laid her hands upon the Trees, but they were dead and dark, and each branch that she touched broke and fell lifeless at her feet. Dust began to fly around the elves and Valar, as they mourned the death of the Trees. Nenlissë was fixing at Manwë then at Fëanor, knowing anxiously what was going to happen. She took Turko’s hand in hers and squeezed tight and gave him a little smile when he looked down at her.

“Is there a problem, Lissë?” He whispered and she shook her head “Do not worry, Turko. Just… Listen.”

Yavanna had begin to speak “The Light of the Trees has passed away, and lives now only in the Silmarils of Fëanor. Foresighted was he! Even for those who are mightiest under Illuvatar there is some work that they may accomplish once, and once only. The Light of the Trees I brought into being, and within Ea I can do so never again. Yet had I but a little of that light I could recall life to the Trees, ere their roots decay; and then our hurt should be healed, and the malice of Melkor be confounded.”

Then Manwë spoke and said: “Hearest thou, Fëanor son of Finwë, the words of Yavanna? Wilt thou grant what she would ask?”

There was long silence, but Fëanor answered no word. The Valar begin to argue, some wanting for Fëanor to speak up, others wanting to let him some times to think as the decision was important.

Fëanor spoke then, and Nenlissë saw the scene unfold under her eyes, not being able to change anything, knowing how that would doom her family for eternity.

“For the less even as for the greater there is some deed that he may accomplish but once only; and in that deed his heart shall rest. It may be that I can unlock my jewels, but never again shall I make their like; and if I must break them, I shall break my heart, and I shall be slain; first of all the Eldar in Aman.”

“Not the first,” said Mandos and Fëanor replied “This thing I will not do of free will. But if the Valar will constrain me, then shall I know indeed that Melkor is of their kindred.”

“Thou hast spoken.” replied Mandos. And as Nienna raised to go cry beside the Trees, some elves gasped, glaring at Fëanor, not understanding his refusal to give the Silmarils to the Valar.

Turko looked down at Nenlissë “Did… Did you knew that?” He asked quietly and she nodded before speaking “Turko… I must warn you of something that is going to happen.”

He stared at her, their hands joined together, waiting for the human girl to finish.

“It’s… Melkor. Melkor is… He went to Formenos. He went and slain Finwë before stealing the Silmarils.” She blurted out her words and the elf gasped, letting out her hands. “Are you sure?” He asked and she nodded “Yes, yes I am. Turko. Your father is going to do something terrible. You… You have to try to stop him!”

The elf looked at his father before hugging the human “I’ll try, Lissë. I’ll try. Be careful” He added, placing a kiss on her forehead before leaving her to go to his father and brother’s side.

Nenlissë went back to her own family and before someone could ask her where was Teivel, messengers appeared and told that a blind Darkness came northward, and in the midst walked some power for which there was no name, and the Darkness issued from it. But Melkor also was there, and he came to the house of Fëanor, and there he slew Finwë King of the Noldor before his doors, and spilled the first blood in the Blessed Realm; for Finwë alone had not fled from the horror of the Dark. And they told that Melkor had broken the stronghold of Formenos, and taken all the jewels of the Noldor that were hoarded in that place; and the Silmarils were gone.

Fëanor began to curse at the Valar and Nenlissë turned away, not wanting to see what was happening in front of her eyes.

She heard her father try to calm his half-brother before a hand came to rest on her forearm.

“Nenlissë? Are you alright?” It was Finrod, her older brother who was looking at her with worry.

“I messed up, Findo” The human girl whispered “I messed up big.

-What is it?” The elf asked calmly, stroking her forearms in a smoothing manner, drawing the attention of theirs siblings.

“Melkor… Or Morgoth… It’s… It was Teivel.” She confessed with teary eyes. “I’m sorry.”

All four looked at her with stupor. Finally it’s Artanis who spoke first. “Lissë… How… Why did you never told us?”

“I didn’t knew. I swear. I learned it earlier. I saw- I saw him become Melkor.”

The elven siblings shared a look before Finrod wrapped his arms around the girl and their siblings joined in the hug. “It’s okay, Lissë. It’s okay.”

Around them, Fëanor had continued to curse at the Valar. The siblings stayed in a hug, unaware of what happened before their parents reached for them and told them they had to listen. Nenlissë decided to leave, to avoid the mess that would occur so she went to Aclar and stopped, her hand on his muzzle, thinking.

“How about we go on an adventure, huh? Just you and me” The human whispered to her horse.

“An adventure?” A voice rose from behind her, making her turn around.

Turko was there. “You scared me” Nenlissë said with a smile before looking back at where Fëanor was beginning to gather the Noldor around him.

“Why are you here?” She asked her cousin

“I was you leave. Where are you going?” He asked back with a little frown.

“I can’t stay here, Turko. I’m a spy for him even if I don’t want to. He can see through my eyes if he wants to.” She said softly, keeping a smile. “I’m sorry Turko. I wish things were different. But they aren’t.”

Turko stayed silent, looking down before he pulled her in a hug. “I’m sorry too.” The elf mumbled against her hairline. “I’m sorry I wasn’t courageous enough to woo you before him. Maybe… everything would have been different and easier.”

Nenlissë looked up at him, giving him a tender smile. “It’s okay, Turko. Everything will be okay.”

He finally let her go and she mounted her horse. “Go, Celegorm. Rejoin your family” She gave him a last smile before riding off. Up north was her destination, to try to join Middle-Earth.

Turko watched her leave until she was out of sight and went back to the crowd around his father. Before he could join his brothers side, he was stopped by Eärwen.

“Where is Lissë?” She asked him, looking panicked

“She left” He replied “She left to be free.”

Eärwen frowned “Free? But she always been free. We let her do whatever she wanted! We need to go search her!

-She… I think Nenlissë never really felt free, aunt. She got here and even if you let her do as she wanted, Lissë always did things for you, to feel integrated in the family. Then she met Teivel.” The male elf looked away before continuing “Morgoth… must had seen something to use in her. And Nenlissë saw in Teivel a mean to feel as if she belonged here. With us, with elves. And as soon she had fallen in his grasp, her freedom was taken away.” He smiled at the blonde elf before brushing past her and going beside his brothers as his father was, unknowing, dragging their family into doom.

—

On the other side of the sea, two figures were discussing. “Should we kill her?” One asked and the second, the leader shook his head. “No. She still can be useful.”

The first voice seemed a little perplex at the reply. “Doesn’t she hates you after what happened? Will she give you more information willingly?” The second didn’t replied immediately, staring away in the darkness. “She fell for me once. She will again.” He looked back at his servant “Find her. And bring her to me. Alive and unharmed.”

[starlitwinter]

XXI

“Do we really have to go, love?” Nenlissë asked, braiding her hair as Teivel was finishing to get dressed. “My beloved, I know your worries about what is about to happen but believe me when I tell you that nothing will harm you.” He walked to her side and extended his hand for her to take. She got up with a little pour, expressing her wish to stay at their home. Teivel laughed at it before pressing his lips to her forehead. “Do not frown, sweetpea and just enjoy the fact that this party is going to be our first event as a married couple.”

Nenlissë let him convince her to go and before she knew it, they were traveling to the Trees. They took two days to reach them, stopping more than once to rest and pass some quality time together in the woods. When they arrived, Nenlissë dismounted and, before Teivel could stop her, ran toward her cousin she had saw from afar. Turko laughed when he saw her ran and parted from the pack his family was making to hug her mid run, almost making them fall on the ground. “Hello there, Lissë. Longtime not to see you” He said with a bright smile. “I agree” She nodded, smiling too. Turko took a step back when Teivel walked to their side, his arm going to snake it’s way around Nenlissë’s waist. Teivel looked at Turko with a condescending gaze, his hand steadily resting on his wife’s hip, marking his territory. “Celegorm.” He said with a nod. “Teivel” Turko replied with a cold voice but his expression changed at soon as he looked back at his cousin. “I guess I’ll see you a bit later, Lissë” He gave her a last smile before turning away and leaving the couple. Teivel grip tightened in Nenlissë’s hip and he suddenly pressed his head against her neck, biting her skin. Nenlissë, surprised by the sudden bite, let out a little yelp before glaring at her husband. “What was that!” She asked him, a slight anger in her voice. “Marking you as mine” Teivel hissed back. “Since you and that dumb elf have so much difficulties understand it” He sneered at his wife before looking back in front of him. “You didn’t needed to do this.” The human replied, bringing a hand to the mark he had left on her skin. “You know I’m yours.” At her words, Teivel glared at her. “Sometimes I find hard to believe you when you tell me that. Even more when you decide to run to another male and hug him as if he was your lover.” Nenlissë only rolled her eyes “Your jealousy is childish, Teivel. As far as I know, I’m bonded to you.” 

Teivel stared at her before taking off his arm from her waist. “That’s it. I don’t want to see you. Just go find your family or that imbecile of cousin. I’m leaving.” 

At his sudden outburst, Nenlissë tried to reach for him but he slapped her hand away. “Don’t, Lissë. I’m not in the mood for your pathetic excuses.” He hissed before walking away from her until he disappeared in the crowd. 

Left alone, Nenlissë searched for her family and found them in front of Manwë’s throne, discussing. When she saw how the two branches of her family were separated, our protagonist tilted her head. Oh. Now she remember what happen. What she had missed. The banishment of Fëanor from Tirion after he half-threatened Fingolfin with a sword. She carefully approached them, joining her sister’s side. Artanis smiled at her sister when she saw her. 

“What’s happening?” Nenlissë whispered to the blonde elf. 

“Fëanor is whining.” Artanis replied and Nenlissë hold back a smile before nudging her sister “What’s really happening?

-I think Manwë is trying to make peace between Fëanor and Uncle.” 

Nenlissë only nodded, trying to remember what she had read while watching the scene unfold in front of her. 

Fëanor was wearing simple clothes, unfitting for the party around us. Her uncle was beside him, both in front of Manwë. 

Fingolfin extended a hand to his half-brother “As I promised, I do now. I release you, and remember no grievance.” Fëanor took his hand and remained silent, with Fingolfin then adding. “Half-brother in blood, full brother in heart will I be. You shall lead and I will follow. May no new grief divide us.” to which Fëanor replied “I hear you, so be it.”

The two elf parted and at the same moment, the gold and silver lights mended together, making everything shine. 

All began to discuss together and Nenlissë finally decided to find back her husband, worrying for him as she knew what was going to happen.

“Has anyone seen Teivel?” She asked but no one replied, no one hearing her. 

Nenlissë sighed before leaving her family’s side, searching for the missing elf. She searched everywhere, asking and walking until her feet hurt. What surprised her most, was that almost nobody knew who was Teivel, the name sounding strange and unknown for multiples elves. Finally, she only had one last place to search. Around the Trees. A place she had avoided, not wanting to be close to them, in case something happened. With a wary gaze, she looked around the Trees, searching from afar if she saw her beloved. And unfortunately or fortunately, he was there. “Teivel!” She called before trying to reach his mind but she was blocked by something. With a frown, she called for him again, walking faster toward the Trees. Her eyes caught a glimpse of black, a strange and large shadow coming toward her elf.

Nenlissë felt her gut twist and began to run toward Teivel, shouting his name, drawing some eyes on her. But her target, her husband didn’t seemed to hear her. Didn’t turned around.

“Teivel! Wait!” She tried again and a bright glimmer of light blinded her for some seconds, forcing the human girl to stop her jog. When she opened her eyes again, Teivel wasn’t there anymore. A giant, a Vala had took his place. Dark armor dressing him, a hammer in hand. The human stumbled and fell on the ground, fear draw on her face.

She saw a enormous spider coming from the moving shadows, attacking the sacred Trees, the source of light.

In her mind, every things, every memories were a mess. Fear and confusion clouded her thoughts. Until her eyes fell on the blade on the Vala’s hip. A stick compared to his height. His sword. Teivel. Or should we call him Melkor?