#nellas of doriath

[cuthalions]

'The elf-maiden that you named, though I forget how: I owe her well for her timely witness; yet I cannot recall her. Why did she watch my ways?' Then Beleg looked strangely at him. 'Why indeed?' he said. 'Túrin, have you lived always with your heart and half your mind far away? As a boy you used to walk with Nellas in the woods.' 'That must have been long ago,' said Túrin. 'Or so my childhood now seems, and a mist is over it. Why would I walk with an elf-maiden?' 'To learn what she could teach, maybe,' said Beleg, 'if no more than a few elven-words of the names of woodland flowers. Their names at least you have not forgotten. Alas! child of Men, there are other griefs in Middle-earth than yours, and wounds made by no weapon. Indeed I begin to think that Elves and Men should not meet or meddle.' Túrin said nothing, but looked long in Beleg's face, as if he would read in it the riddle of his words. NELLAS OF DORIATH never saw him again, and his shadow passed from her.

— THE CHILDREN OF HÚRIN, CHAPTER VI: TÚRIN AMONG THE OUTLAWS

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you’ve heard of kidnap fam, get ready for.... whatever this dynamic is

previously on nellas and daeron find dior’s twins: 1, 2

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But there was a maiden named Nellas who lived in the woods...

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I have so much fondness for Nellas. She's one of my favorite Silm elves. I love the descriptions of the language and stories she teaches Túrin and I find the detail about him forgetting her to be one of the most sad and chilling...though he does remember the names of the flowers she taught him...

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Would you f*** your clone? (Doriath edition, plus Beren and Túrin)

Image Credits: (all taken from Tolkien Gateway)

"Saeros' Fatal Leap" by Ted Nasmith

"Celeborn" by Ebe Kastein

"Beleg" by Anna Lee

"The Dragon-helm of Dor-lómin" by Elena Kukanova

"Lúthien" by Aerankai

"Oropher, King of the Greenwood" by Alystraea

"Daeron" by Elena Kukanova

"Nellas" by ElfinFen

"King of the Elven Realm" by Janka Lateckova

"Nauglamir Thingol" by Kimberly

"Beren" by Jenny Dolfen

"The Light of Valinor" by Elena Kukanova

[warrioreowynofrohan]

Favourite Female Tolkien Character Poll - Round 1, Match 21

Nellas

An elf-maiden of Doriath who befriended Túrin during his fostering, and taught him about the nature and animals of Doriath.

But there was a maiden named Nellas, who lived in the woods; and at Melian’s bidding she would follow Túrin if he strayed in the forest, and often she met him there, as it were by chance. From Túrin Nellas learned much concerning the ways and wild things of Doriath, and she taught him to speak the Sindarin tongue after the manner of the ancient realm, older, and more courteous, and rich in beautiful words. Thus for a little while his mood was lightened, until he fell again under shadow, and that friendship passed like a morning of spring. For Nellas did not go to Menegroth, and was unwilling ever to walk under roofs of stone; so that as Túrin’s boyhood passed and he turned his thoughts to the deeds of men, he saw her less and less often, and at last called for her no more. But she watched over him still, though now she remained hidden.

She saw Saeros ambush and try to kill Túrin, and testified of that to Thingol during the judgement over Túrin’s killing of Saeros.

Nimloth

The wife of Dior Elúchil, and mother of Eluréd, Elúrin, and Elwing; killed in the Second Kinslaying along with her husband and sons. She was Celeborn’s niece.

[rivvyelf]

Nellas was sent away from Doriath by Melian, foretelling that Turin was going to kill Beleg and bring about ruin to Nargothrond, upon fear of reprisal from Saeros' friends and supporters.

This explains why Nellas, a person who hangs out in Doriath's forests and dislikes caves, did not rescue Dior's children as she was not present.

Silm fandom, who wants to share their character headcanons with me? Tell me about your blorbo’s favorite hobbies. Tell me about the OC you created or the textual ghost you expanded on. Tell me which characters are more than a little fruity. Tell me Maedhros’ favorite color. I want to hear it all.

[cryptidlark]

Nellas, elf-maiden of Doriath

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Obscure Tolkien Blorbo: Round 1

Nellas vs Curufin's wife

Nellas:

An Elf of Doriath and friend of Túrin when he was a child.

I just think she's neat

Curufin's wife:

The wife of Curufin and mother of Celebrimbor, who remained behind in Aman during the Flight of the Noldor.

Curufin's wife deserves some votes for putting up with him. She was married to that guy and had to deal with all the murders and she didn't even get a name! Where is the justice! I actually think she should get to be an active participant in the murders.

just picture the woman who married curufin AND raised celebrimbor, and then tell me why you’re Not voting for her. go on, i’ll wait

Round 1 masterpost

[maironsbigboobs]

🐝 🦵 for the character ask meme 👠👠🏹

Give me a character and I will give you my thoughts on

Of course I must talk about my boy

one aspect about them i love: My most favourite thing about Beleg is his loyalty. He's so extremely ride or die, to his own detriment, and I do think that there is very, very little that could ever persuade him to change his loyalties, whether its too Thingol or to Túrin or to the Sindar as a whole.

one aspect i wish more people understood about them: I actually don't think Beleg is like, widely misunderstood lol but I think sometimes, when talking about him and Túrin, people pose him as sensible or wise - but he just seems so in comparison to Túrin.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character: I mean, I have pages and pages of them but one of my most common is that he is illiterate and struggles with learning.

as well as

one character i love seeing them interact with: Mablung 💓

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more: Any of the Doriathrim tbh, Celeborn, Amroth/Amdir, Nellas, Luthien etc, like, how is he seen in Doriath?

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character: He was a babysitter for Luthien a few times. He's the fun "uncle."

[melestasflight]

This is so gorgeous, and that dialogue is one of my favorites from CoH.

Biggest cannon support (to me) for a neurodivergent Nellas and Thingol as a King who gives her the space she needs. It's a big moment for them both as characters.

‘You shall judge when you have heard,’ said Beleg. ‘Grant this to me, if I have ever deserved your grace.’

‘To you I grant it,’ said Thingol. Then Beleg went out, and led in by the hand the maiden Nellas, who dwelt in the woods, and came never into Menegroth; and she was afraid, as much of the great pillared hall and the roof of stone as of the company of many eyes that watched her. And when Thingol bade her speak, she said: ‘Lord, I was sitting in a tree’; but then she faltered in awe of the King, and could say no more.

At that the King smiled, and said: ‘Others have done this also, but have felt no need to tell me of it.’

‘Others indeed,’ said she, taking courage from his smile. ‘Even Lúthien! And of her I was thinking that morning, and of Beren the Man.’

Nellas (ft. Beleg’s hands) 🌿🍃🏹

I can’t find my copy of CoH, to my great displeasure, but I’m sure it says Beleg “led [Nellas] by the hand.” This is the moment she says, if I remember correctly, “Lord, I was sitting in a tree.” I decided to draw her because of that; it’s my second favourite Tolkien quote, right after Legolas’ “Ah! The green smell. It is better than much sleep. Let us run!”

[cuthalions]

Nine years Túrin dwelt in the halls of Menegroth. His heart and thought turned ever to his own kin, and at times he had tidings of them for his own comfort. For Thingol sent messengers to Morwen as often as he might, and she sent back words for her son; thus Túrin heard that Morwen's plight was eased, and that his sister Niënor grew in beauty, a flower in the grey North. And Túrin grew in stature until he became tall among Men and surpassed that of the Elves of Doriath, and his strength and hardihood were renowned in the realm of Thingol. In those years he learned much lore, hearing eagerly the histories of ancient days and great deeds of old, and he became thoughtful, and sparing in speech. [He didn´t] win friendship easily, for he was not merry, and laughed seldom, and a shadow lay on his youth. Nonetheless he was held in love and esteem by those who knew him well, and he had honour as the fosterling of the King.

— THE CHILDREN OF HÚRIN, CHAPTER V: TÚRIN IN DORIATH

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Dor-lómin residents and animal headcanons:

I did the Fëanorians here and I was very bored at work

edit: reposted with  more information  and edits I couldn't check for !

Other headcanons for them can be found in the character tags! I know I’ve talked a few times about these characters and animals before especially Aerin :)

Húrin

Húrin likes animals, both the domestic ones and wild ones. He has had several cows he was especially fond of and he likes ermine and pine Martin like creatures. He finds them funny to watch.

Incidentally, the animals I always associate with Húrin are mongooses, meerkats, sparrows and river otters because they’re family oriented creatures who are also small, snarky and infamously antagonize large predators (sparrows go after crows, mongooses and meerkats go after huge venomous snakes and river otters go after crocodiles)

Huor also likes cows. He likes gentle ones he can pet while he daydreams. I could see him with a large, fluffy cat.

Both him and Húrin remember being in awe at the golden leopards they would occasionally see along the outskirts of Gondolin, in the mountains. Additionally, him and Húrin also do both love eagles. Húrin has an eagle feather tattoo

Túrin as a child liked animals in theory but was usually afraid of bigger ones. He was also very sensitive to animal death. There is a small bird graveyard in the back garden Túrin insisted on creating. He liked hearing about animals from Sador or Rían. Aerin and Húrin both tried to get him interested in horses with little success. They would have definitely tried again had there been the chance to

Túrin in Doriath really liked animals and plants! His favorites were the quails that the marchwardens kept and strange pale turtles Nellas would show him in pools deep within Neldoreth He doesn’t have too many strong opinions on animals until his time in Brethil to be honest.

Lalaith loved chasing butterflies! She also likes bunnies and chickens.

Morwen I’m uncertain about. I don’t think she has a favorite animal but if she does, she’s certainly not going to say it. She tends to be extremely unsentimental when it comes to animals though she does have fond memories of her father taking her to watch birds as a young child on early mornings when he was home and of catching lizards with Rían in the summer.

I do headcanon she is unafraid of skeletons and especially as a child and teenager had an interest in the bones because as I’ve said, she was a morbid child 🍃. I love theoppositeofprofound ‘s image of her as a child with a crown made from starling(?) bones. That exactly fits my thoughts about her, her aesthetic and her disposition.

Niënor liked bugs and frogs as a kid. She liked to find and save bugs in the house and bring them outside. She developed a rather unsentimental view of some animals as a child such as rabbits and some birds which they could occasionally kill to eat.

I love exploring the connections and associations with her and deer

Sador enjoys the animals he sees from his windows, especially rabbits and red foxes. He is rather intimidated by horses. They are Unpredictable.

Aerin, who I headcanon as an animal lover in general, really loves horses! I’ve talked about this a lot, most recently here, but them and the role they play in Hadorian society is extremely important to her.

She also has a pet goat which she adores. Goats aren’t usually raised by the Hadorians but this one she got from a passing group who occasionally traded with her people. She raised it from when it was a baby with a bottle. Aerin also likes bumblebees and hedgehogs

She has a complicated feelings about pigeons

Rían loves colorful animals especially. Birds, butterflies and dragonflies, brightly colored lizards she would see on sunny days in Ladros, even some beetles. She also has a fondness for owls and crickets.

Note: didn’t put Brodda on this list because he doesn’t deserve to be on it.

As always please feel free to ask more!

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Doriathrim (plus Beren and Túrin) as Aesthetics

Thingol— towering pine trees, fireflies, a sharp jawline, stern yet gentle eyes, baroque architecture, glittering caves, majestic stags, hands as strong and firm as stone, sweet pomegranates, red wine and roasted meat, neat handwriting, the smell of pine, a melodic baritone voice, kohl-lined eyes that make them sharper, a raised eyebrow to convey displeasure and anger, silver jewelry, neatly-combed hair, diamonds, hunting boots, hugs that linger, well-loved books with folded pages, loving one’s family, autumn leaves, wolves howling at night, tall grass, a great waterfall, graceful postures, roasted game meat, white horses, flowing robes, piercing gazes, soft humming, classical music, unyielding morals, the color of the sky at dusk.

Melian— clear night skies, knowing smiles, the silver light of a waxing moon, braided dark hair, a clear and crystalline voice, elegant harp music, deep-pink jewels, soft hands, flowing gowns, loving gazes, kisses on the forehead, motherly hugs, laughter that sounds like music, white wine, moonflowers, the smell of earth after rain, forest walks, bird watching, dark eyes filled with ancient wisdom, a gentle spring breeze, the pink skies of dawn, romantic paintings, lavender flowers, always knowing what to say, birds in the trees, a flowing river, a graceful doe, blackberries, whispered singing, eyes crinkling with joy, ever present sorrow.

Beren— golden sunlight, forest bathing, leather boots, sword-calloused hands that touch gently, long, tousled brown hair, hardened yet sorrowful eyes, smiles as warm as summer, green cloaks, the smell of amber and cloves, sleeping beneath trees, hearty laughter, falling in love at first sight, a courageous spirit, a rough but warm voice, promising to protect those he loves, loving despite losing everyone dear, patching up injuries, lingering touches, dancing among the flowers, wild berries, fiery sunsets, warm hugs, brown bears, scarred muscles, hand kisses, vows to protect, the coming of summer, forest meadows, reverent whispers of love, admiring gazes, sweet wine, campfires.

Lúthien— starry skies, soft skin, long and loose dark hair, flower crowns, carefree smiles, eyes full of starlight, a voice like crystal, laughter as warm as summer nights, blue gowns, bare feet, ballet dancing, rosy lips, nightingales in the trees, shimmering purple eyeshadow, loving with one’s whole heart, jasmine flowers, red cherries, the smell of lilacs, the loving warmth of spring, sparkling jewels, meadows in the springtime, gentle hand-holding, butterfly kisses, elderflower cordial, sleeping amidst flowers, breaking out of the shell, soft singing, summer storms, april showers, a light in the darkness, a courageous heart, the pale blue morning skies.

Dior— dark, tousled hair, bright eyes, sparkly jewelry, a rugged elegance, a young fawn, mischievous smiles, blue jays, close bonds with family, witty comebacks, blueberries, sharp teeth dripping with blood, righteous fury, defending one’s home to the death, childhood lullabies, swimming in rivers, stargazing, crackling fires, the smell of musk, challenging death head-on, gleaming swords, blood moons, silver rings on each finger, collecting rain in cupped palms, raspberry tea, cicadas buzzing at dusk, the warm caress of a late spring breeze, thunderstorms, flashes of lightning, violent winds.

Nimloth— flushed cheeks, long silver hair, eyes with a gleam both faint and fierce, cunning smiles, loving fiercely, flower garlands, green gowns, careful hands, the new moon, emerald jewelry, golden earrings, bathing in forest rivers, protecting family with one’s life, sharp blades, a mother bear, white flowers, floral tea, strawberries, thrushes, holly leaves, blood upon one’s cheeks, torn dresses, the cool air of dawn, honey cakes, killing one’s enemy at the cost of one’s life, embroidered sheets, cherry-red lipstick, no regrets, victory in death, dying with a smile upon one’s face.

Elwing— white seagulls, wavy dark hair, eyes that are hardened by grief and pain, glowing gems, blue ocean waves, collecting seashells, waters glittering with starlight, a quiet, firm voice, hands that tremble ever so slightly, thick blankets, a gentle sea breeze, gazing out at the sea, warm honey tea, bread and apricot jam, candlelight by the bed, fingertips stained with ink, counting the stars, a worn plush toy, white feathers, a heart burdened with sorrow, finding joy in the smallest things, whispered lullabies to oneself, the pale blue dawn, the smell of the sea, jewelry of silver and pearls, beachside walks with one’s family.

Daeron— wooden flutes, bookshelves with worn books, cursive handwriting, candlelight upon desks, quiet ambient music, a light, clear voice, quiet humming to oneself, a cool autumn breeze, falling asleep at a desk, a crown of leaves, seasonal poetry, flowing rivers, soft hair, lush green grass, pining silently, wandering the earth, living in solitude, the passing of spring, songwriting, warm tea with spices, trying to do what is right, loving one’s home, loyalty to one’s lord, eloquent fingers, singing at parties, knowing exactly what to say at the right time, midsummer nights.

Beleg— hair in a ponytail, feather-tipped arrows, fingerless gloves, keen eyes, silent footsteps, kind smiles, brotherly hugs, deer hunting, sleeping under trees, silver bracelets, cherishing the bonds of friendship, frost upon tree branches, the chill of winter, brown owls, icicles from rooftops, morning mist in the trees, roasted game meat, thick scarves, falling snow, frozen waters, rainy nights, thunderclouds, forgiving, tragic poetry, suppressing one’s emotions, polished hunting boots, bird calls, carvings in tree trunks, loving someone for their flaws, kisses on hands, goodbye kisses, lips stained with blood.

Mablung— sharpened knives, a silent hunter, worn leather boots, even-tempered, always trying to keep a level head, a calming voice, sad smiles, making tea for others, late night hunting trips, strong hands, caverns that echo, light-footedness, elegant yet broken spears, always being the bearer of bad news, giving advice that is never listened to, windswept hair, the smell of bergamot and ginger, a heart weighed by sadness, bittersweet farewells, the thick morning fog, black ravens, mud upon one's cheeks, riverside walks, horse riding through forests, respect and love for one's superiors, fighting to defend one's home.

Túrin— long dark hair, turbulent scowls, sharp eyes full of righteous anger and pain, alcohol, poor decisions, black tea, bedtime stories, tiny smiles, laughter that is scarcely heard, carving wooden animals with a knife, clothes stained with blood, heart racing with adrenaline, lightning, the rumbling of thunder, a hoarse and deep voice, solitude, abandoned cities, shattered mirrors, unyielding stubbornness and pride, words that can cut deep, quick to anger, loving deeply, passionate about justice, running barefoot across the grass, wilted flowers, withered trees, lucid dreaming, dark colors, restlessness, heavy boots, hooded capes, gleaming black swords, tears of anger and bitterness, cloudy skies.

Nellas— robins, three-leafed clovers, tall grass, sleeping in the trees, daisies, red apples, messy braids, short and loose dresses, walking barefoot, freckled cheeks, eyes as warm as the sun, feeding the squirrels, uncaring of anyone's opinions, loving the woodland creatures, the countryside, herds of deer, clusters of poppies, playing hide-and-seek in the forest, folklore stories of animals that speak, dirt under fingernails, crisp air, muddy feet, stargazing from the tallest trees, shy smiles, red foxes, red maple trees, rosy cheeks, a cute button nose, quiet observation, dried leaves in tangled hair, hushed whispers, secret giggles.

Oropher— tall oak trees, loose silver hair, a heart full of unending grief, glittering deep green robes, memorial shrines carved in stone, rosemary and heather, climbing vines, the smell of incense, loves the forest, anger that quietly simmers, a piercing glare to silence unwanted chatter, firm but gentle hands, the sound of rushing rivers, only trusting those who have earned it, quills dipped in ink, leather-bound journals, a compelling voice, silvery light, vast, old-growth forests, black bears, always keeping promises, grey-blue eyes, a mind haunted by memory, reluctant alliances, firm and unwavering principles, late night reading, being slow to forgive, tales of the past, bitter nostalgia, night skies fading into dawn.

Thranduil— a crown of oak leaves and woodland flowers, sweet and fruity wine, tall and dark forests, the crisp chill of early winter, high ceilings, a gleaming sword with a golden hilt, a silver necklace with white jewels, autumn berries, family hunting trips, joyous feasts late into the night, loving the forest through all the seasons, rings of silver and gold, silver eyeshadow, sharp eyeliner that enhances one's eyes, pale straight hair, a heart weighed with bittersweet melancholy, gently rocking a baby's cradle, long hours in the library, a marvellous deer, shimmering eyeshadow, disdain shown through raised eyebrows, the smell of autumn leaves, silk robes, stories about the forests and the stars, befriending the woodland creatures, loving those who are lost.

[warrioreowynofrohan]

Favourite Female Tolkien Character Poll - Round 2, Match 11

Nellas

An elf-maiden of Doriath who befriended Túrin during his fostering, and taught him about the nature and animals of Doriath. She saw Saeros ambush and try to kill Túrin, and testified of that to Thingol during the judgement over Túrin’s killing of Saeros.

But there was a maiden named Nellas, who lived in the woods; and at Melian’s bidding she would follow Túrin if he strayed in the forest, and often she met him there, as it were by chance. From Túrin Nellas learned much concerning the ways and wild things of Doriath, and she taught him to speak the Sindarin tongue after the manner of the ancient realm, older, and more courteous, and rich in beautiful words. Thus for a little while his mood was lightened, until he fell again under shadow, and that friendship passed like a morning of spring. For Nellas did not go to Menegroth, and was unwilling ever to walk under roofs of stone; so that as Túrin’s boyhood passed and he turned his thoughts to the deeds of men, he saw her less and less often, and at last called for her no more. But she watched over him still, though now she remained hidden.

Nimrodel

A Silvan Elf of Lothlórien who loved the elven-lord Amroth. When Middle-earth became more dangerous, they intended to sail to Valinor together, but they were separated and Nimrodel was lost in the White Mountains. When a storm blew the ship that Amroth was waiting on out to sea, and it made to sail for Valinor, Amroth leapt from it to attempt to return to Middle-earth and find Nimrodel. Neither of their fates are known.