#oromë x vána

[carmisse]

Celegorm the Fair.

Vána : Your beauty is beyond compare with shining locks of silver hair with ivory skin and eyes of emerald green.

Eöl : Your smile is like a breath of spring your voice is soft like summer rain and I cannot compete with you Celegorm.

Nimloth : He talks about you in his sleep and there's nothing I can do to keep from crying when he calls your name Celegorm.

Celegorm : ...

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

A Merry Chase | Crown of Roses

Day 2 Prompts: The King and Queen | The Master and Mistress of Ceremonies

For: @feast-of-horns

Rating: M

Pairing: Varda/Manwë | Oromë/Vána

Themes: NSFW / NSFT

Warnings: Kissing

Wordcount: 300+ words

Summary: Varda chases after the king | Oromë gives his wife a gift in honor of the chase

A/n: This submission will feature two separate short-short fics centered on the above pairings

Minors DNI | 18+

This is also available on AO3

A Merry Chase

The king ran swiftly. He was the hunted, not the hunter. Behind him came his queen, delighting in the chase, the stars that lit her way, and the prey that was always a step ahead.

"You cannot escape me, my love," she cried when her beloved escaped her grasp again.

"Such will not be the case, my love!" Her king returned as his feet fell against grass and bloom and leaf. He whooped in glee, racing around dainty bushes and mighty trees, so sure was he of victory. Then he faltered, and the queen seized the moment, laughing in triumph while she grappled with him and they fell to the earth in a tangle of limbs. 

"You are mine, beloved," Varda declared lustily and sat astride his hips, her hair a cascading waterfall of dark curls and vivid starlight. “I now claim you for myself and no other.”

“You have indeed claimed me, fair lady.” Her king smiled at her. "Tell me. What does my queen have in store for me?"

Varda did not answer. She leaned down, framed her lord husband’s face with her delicate hands, and kissed him into willing submission with quiet passion. 

Crown of Roses

Her lord husband brushed his fingers over her robes after her handmaidens took their leave of her. A hundred crimson roses in full bloom sewn to delicate linen with golden thread adorned her person, and the air around her reminded the Lord of Forests of a meadow in spring.

"Tis a thing of great beauty, to be sure," he declared wistfully. "But I fear it is still lacking."

"Lacking?" Vána returned, amused rather than wroth. "In what way, my lord?"

"This way." Oromë called out an order, and an attendant came into the dimly lit chamber bearing an ornate wooden chest. He lifted the lid to reveal a crown of crimson roses and horns resting on a velvet cushion.

"A hunter's crown," his wife remarked. Her lips curled up into a beguiling smile. "Does the Master of Ceremonies desire to be hunted?"

"For a few glorious hours," Oromë whispered, "aye."

"Tis an interesting reversal, my lord." Vána stood still while her husband affixed the crown to her hair. "I pray that I will be equal to the challenge."

"You will succeed, beloved." He asked the attendant to leave them, and he waited until the doors closed behind them to sweep his wife into his embrace. "And I swear that I will reward you in as many ways as you desire once you capture me during the chase."

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[cilil]

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞

𓄌 Characters/pairings: Tulkas x Nessa, Oromë, Vána 𓄌 Synopsis: Tulkas attempts a proposal, Nessa issues a challenge and Oromë has an idea. Or: A brief origin story of the feast. 𓄌 Warnings: / 𓄌 Oneshot (~1.2k words) | AO3

"My lady Nessa..." 

Nessa giggled when she saw Tulkas' normally jolly expression change into a more serious one, but gracefully placed her hand on his outstretched one after one more playful pirouette. 

"Yes? What is it?" 

Tulkas was even redder than after his hunts with Oromë, he could feel it. He also felt the eyes of his best friend and companion on him, could sense his nod of encouragement without seeing it, and noticed other nearby Ainur glancing in their direction too. What he meant to ask her was a distinctly private matter, and unfortunately it seemed as though he wasn't going to get privacy right now - but to make a flimsy excuse and leave would be cowardly, and he would permit no cowardice in front of the lady he was courting. 

"Have you, um..." Tulkas' brow furrowed as he searched for words. "...considered getting married?" 

The second these words were out of his mouth, it felt as if the world around him stilled. Even the wind died down — damn Manwë's curiosity — and Nessa stopped moving around, looking up at him with wide, contemplative eyes. 

"Not really." A huge, toothy grin appeared on her face, and there was something distinctly wolfish about it, reminiscent of her brother. "Why?" 

"Because I would like to... ask if you... umm..." Despite his best efforts, Tulkas failed to properly formulate the question he had been meaning to ask. Nessa's mien was disarming in the best and worst way possible, making him stammer and stumble over his own words, entranced by her wild, mischievous pride. 

"Would the great Lord Tulkas ask for my hand in marriage?" she challenged him. 

"I would." 

"But surely you understand that I cannot wed you without testing you." 

"Of course, my lady. Ask of me what you will and it shall be done," Tulkas said. He had never been one to back down from any sort of challenge, and he felt light with relief as she voiced what he hadn't managed to convey. This, he thought, he knew; this he could do. 

"Very well." Nessa pulled back her hand and took a few steps back, dancing and twirling as she went.

"I am certain my brother has instructed you in the ways of the hunters," she began, "as a warrior I know you are peerless, but I wish to see how you fare in the ways of our family." 

"There is no beast I wouldn't catch for you and no enemy I wouldn't overcome!" Tulkas proclaimed. The Ainur around them had begun to whisper, but he cared little for them. 

Nessa merely laughed and then, with one more elegant hop, shifted into the shape of a white deer. 

"No beast you wouldn't catch? Well, my lord, your prey shall be none other than I. Hunt me if you dare and catch me if you are able."

"As you wish," Tulkas accepted her challenge and got ready to chase the deer. 

"Careful," Oromë's voice cautioned in his mind, "she is the wildest and fiercest prey you could ever hunt. Do not take this challenge lightly."

"I shan't," Tulkas reassured him merrily. 

With one final glance over her shoulder, Nessa began to run, and he gave chase. 

~

Tulkas had never doubted his abilities before. It was not in his nature to hesitate, falter or question, but to ever press on with a smile on his lips and laughter bubbling in his chest. 

Nessa, however, made him wonder if he had bitten off more than he could chew. 

He could keep up with Nahar when he hunted together with Oromë, but she was swifter than the two of them, steadily gaining distance no matter how fast he ran after her. As if to taunt him, she ran across the plains of Arda for a while, before finally reaching a nearby forest and disappearing between the trees. 

Tulkas searched for her of course. It felt as though he had run past every single tree in the forest when he finally slowed down, panting and glistening with sweat, his proud golden hair matted and sticking to his skin. His entire fána was covered in dirt, leaves and a few stray twigs and vines he had trampled during his wild chase, and his eyes searched in vain for the white deer, finding no more traces of her. He thought about trying to look for hoof prints or pieces of fur in order to track her instead, but decided that the sister of the Great Hunter was certainly too smart and skilled to leave such things behind. 

Dejected, Tulkas began making his way home. To admit his failure to his best friend and the others would be humiliating, but he cared less about his pride and more about his failure to live up to Nessa's standards. She had, and of that Oromë and Manwë had assured him, shown herself to be amenable to his courtship, so surely she hadn't given him an impossible task — perhaps he simply wasn't worthy of her yet. 

When Tulkas trudged across the plains of Arda, he suddenly heard the sound of hooves and turned to see the white deer he had so desperately sought — with none other than Vána sitting on her back, riding her with nonchalant elegance. 

"Did you catch her?" he asked in disbelief. 

Vána smiled mysteriously, and her demeanour made it obvious that she knew exactly what deeper purpose his unsuccessful hunt had. Tulkas tried not to look too ashamed. 

"In a way," she said and shook her long hair, causing sweet-smelling golden pollen to fill the air around her. Nessa turned her head to sniff it and appeared to be pleased. 

"Ah, you lured her in," Tulkas said, nodding sagely. "Good tactic, it seems." 

"Someone has to bring the poor lady home, if it isn't going to be you," Vána teased and gently urged Nessa to move. 

"Come on. Let us go back to Almaren." 

Tulkas nodded in agreement and walked beside the pair. He had failed his challenge, but at least he wouldn't be returning empty-handed. 

~ 

"I have been thinking," Oromë announced. He was lying on his back underneath a tree, staring up at its leafage in deep thought. 

"About Nessa and I?" Tulkas asked, equally sheepish and curious. 

"A hunter and a hunted... a challenge, a chase, courtship and passion..." Oromë pondered aloud instead of answering, then turned his head and smiled at his friend. "It seems to me like it could work well as a tradition of sorts. Perhaps I shall even ordain a feast to celebrate the wild and primal tendencies of us Ainur and the Children to come. What do you think?" 

"If that means I get to try my luck again, I'm already in favour of this feast of yours," Tulkas chuckled, attempting to make light of his own misfortune. 

Oromë's mien softened with compassion. "Don't take it to heart, my friend. I don't think Nessa thinks less of you for it; she merely is capricious and wild like the beasts in the forests where we feel at home. Such things are a game to her, and she does enjoy winning." 

[catofadifferentcolor]

Terrible Fic Ideas #24: LotR, but make it half-Maia!Legolas

I honestly thought I was done with Legolas headcanons, but then this one hit me over the head: what if Legolas’ mother was a Maia?

Bear with me:

We are given little-to-no information about Legolas’ background in canon. The only thing we know for sure is that his father, Thranduil, was originally from Doriath and has been ruling Mirkwood since his own father, Oropher, died of his own poor tactical thinking in the War of the Last Alliance.

But what if we know nothing about Legolas' background because no one in Middle Earth has any idea either?

Just imagine it:

After the War of Wrath, Oropher led his people into the Greenwood and established himself as king over the local population. However this came about, "The few Sindar who had come with him were soon merged with the Silvan Elves, adopting their customs and language and taking names of Silvan form and style. Oropher and his household wished to return to a simple existence natural to the Elves before they had been disturbed by the Valar" [x].

I'm not quite sure what Silvan elves got up to before Greenwood became Mirkwood, but I imagine it involved a lot of frolicking and hunting in the woods, and generally living up to the stereotype forest-dwelling immortal spirits at one with nature. And Thranduil, being the prince of this realm, would be naturally be the best of them all.

I imagine this catches the eye of one of the more minor Maiar sometime in the Second Age - a hunter in Oromë's retinue, most likely, but someone in Vána's retinue could possibly work too.

Thranduil strikes up a relationship with this Maia whenever she passes through, because unlike Melian a hunter of Oromë wouldn't be content to stay in one bounded woods when there are things to hunt across Arda and Aman. It is the epitome of a long-distance relationship.

Key to all of this is that Thranduil never tells anyone her identity. Oh, he very obviously is in a relationship and will disappear for weeks at a time throughout the Second Age to be with his wife, but no one ever meets her - or, as they assume she's just some Silvan elf with no interest in being princess or queen, admits to being her.

Thranduil goes off with his father to fight in the War of the Last Alliance. Unlike his father, he lives and returns to the Greenwood as king of his people.

Shortly after he returns, his Maiar wife presents him with baby!Legolas to raise and rejoins Oromë's hunt. Depending on his actual age when given to Thranduil, Legolas may even have some youthful memories of hunts he spent on the back of his mother's horse and/or of hunts in Aman.

Their relationship continues much as before, and though she makes the effort to be more present for Legolas' benefit it's dealer's choice whether she's successful at it. Maybe as a Maia of the hunt she's not good with children and is able to salvage her relationship with her son when he gets old enough to spend all his days hunting too; maybe she's a really good mother despite her frequent absences and the family dynamics just work for everyone. Who knows?

Legolas' mother is only a minor Maia, and so he's not quite as extra as Lúthien. He's noted for being the best hunter of his age - but most assume that's down to genetics, because of his father's legendary skill, and because of a lifetime of practice, because Mirkwood is Mirkwood.

And, honestly, a Mirkwood filled with spiders to hunt is probably all a half-Maia elf could ever want, particularly when their Maia parent is a huntress of Oromë.

The events of The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings go as in canon, with the exception of Galadriel saying that she cannot give Legolas a better bow than his mother made for him, and so granting him a different gift. This prompts several questions about Legolas' mother, particularly when Aragorn admits that not even Elrond knows her identity.

The hobbits responsible for The Red Book of Westmarch never learn the truth.

But, as I'm an inveterate Legolas/Gimli stan, Legolas admits the truth to Gimli sometime after that relationship forms - maybe Legolas' mother shows up at some point while they're in Ithilien to check up on her son after the war ends and the truth comes out; maybe it comes out when Legolas is trying to reassure Gimli theirs wouldn't be the most unusual marriage in the family - but no one else ever learns the truth.

It's Legolas' Maia heritage that allows Gimli to sail with him to Aman - either his mother requests it as a boon from the Valar for her son, or something about his ancestry allows him to grant others access.

Bonuses include: 1) Everything that might point to Legolas' Maia heritage is written off as elfish weirdness by non-elves, Silvan weirdness by non-Silvan elves, and Sinda weirdness by Silvan elves; 2) Despite all this, Legolas talks about his mother a lot and so by the breaking of the Fellowship everyone has this idea that his mother is the Greatest Hunter Ever To Live; and 3) the question of just who Thranduil is married to being a big source of betting and speculation for elves, and all the elves the Fellowship encounters try to use them to get the inside track.

And that's it. As always, feel free to adopt this plot bunny, just link back to me if you do anything with it.

Other Legolas Headcanons: First Age | Second Age | Third Age | Half-Maia | Half-Elven

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[son-of-the-moon-and-sun]

CALA - SON OF THE MOON AND SUN

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Ataresse: Cala

                          - q. light

Amilesse: Lómo

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Nicknames: -

Gender: Male

Visual Age: 25

Social Class: Maiar son, within the court of Oromë and Vána

Titles: Maiar son, guardian of the Lunar Eclipses.

Birth Order: Only Child, but sees and treats @quiet-flower-wonderlings (oc) as a little sister.

Weapons: swords, spears, archery

Magical Ability(s): light powers, he can control the blazing heat of light or it’s soothing cool healing powers. Can control Lunar eclipses too.

APPEARANCE:

Height: 7’5

Build: tall, athletic and muscled

Race/Ethnicity: Maiar son

Hair Color: sunny blonde hair, with tint of silvery moonlight

Eye Color: Navy blue

Skin: Olive tanned

Types of Clothes: Mostly robes and his hunting gears (unfortunetely he lacks a lot of fashion sense).

How do they wear their clothes: Neatly and very put together

Mannerisms: strict to the rules of propriety - scowls and lectures if anyone breaks them

Important/Usual Accessories: Crest or emblem of his parents

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Alignment: Lawful Good

Occupation: guardian of the eclipse

Canon Love Interest: Eönwë

RP Love Interests:

Oc Love Interest: @illicit-unknown-shadows

Multiship: Yes

Sexuality: panromantic demisexual

Likes: Reading books of knowledge and mysteries

Dislikes: Anyone breaking rules of propriety, sadistic intendencies

Fears: Morgoth and any of his followers - especially after Melkor tried to make his mother follow him or become his wife.

Favorite Colors: Bright and cool colors

Literature: books of knowledge and mysteries.

Hobbies: healing, reading, hunting.

Favorite Childhood Memory: Learning how to use his powers with the help of his parents and how they come together with form eclipses.

Least Favorite Memory: When Melkor tried to take his mother.

PERSONALITY:

Personal Triggers: Any mention of Melkor trying to wed his mother.

What words or phrases do they over use: “Lights, can it get any worse. . .” or “There are rules one must follow.”

Are they more optimistic or pessimistic: Optimistic mostly, but tended to be more pessimistic after witnessing Melkor trying to ravish his mother and take her as his wife. But slowly optimistic again, knowing his mother was safe with him and his father; that she protected herself.

Love Language: Acts of service, quality time, words of affirmation and physical touch.

Strongest Character Trait: honesty and his loyalty.

Weakest Character Trait: Can be timid at times.

Greatest Fear: Morgoth coming after his mother again.

Overrated Virtue: Prudence and solemnity

If they could change one thing about themselves: His fear or having to witness Melkor almost ravishing his mother. Even though she protected herself, he feels guilty he was not able to do something.

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M a r v e l ✨ • species: human - inhuman - mutant - Asgardian - Xandarian - Krylorian • occupation: secret agent - scientist - attorney - investigative journalist - private detective - mercenary - professor - soldier - pilot - ravager - outlaw - bounty hunter - Asgardian warrior - Valkyrie - member of Dora Milaje • hero: lone superhero - leader / member of a superhero team - sidekick - vigilante - antihero • home: Hell’s Kitchen - Brooklyn - Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters - London - Asgard - Vakanda - Xandar • weapon of choice: gun - explosives - throwing knives - bow & arrows - supersuit - martial arts - your fists - your superpowers - your mind • superpower: telepathy - telekinesis - electrokinesis - teleportation - superspeed - shapeshifting - flight - regeneration - healing - manipulation (fire - water - wind - earth - ice - weather) • sidekick: Peter Parker - Gamora - Lady Sif - Nakia - Melinda May - Matt Murdock - Sam Wilson - Steve Rogers - Thor - Carol Danvers - Bruce Banner - Negasonic Teenage Warhead - Scott Lang - Ororo Munroe - Daisy Johnson • following: no(t yet) sorry, but ily ♥ - now! - yes ofc - always and forever

J a n e  A u s t e n - e s q u e🌹 • identity: the tender-hearted orphan of a mysterious origin - the rich & independent heiress - the respectable & kind daughter of a clergyman - the perfectly tolerable & witty middle sister - the spirited & adventurous only child - the brave & lovable wallflower - the noble & wealthy patroness of arts - the enigmatic & runaway daughter of an empoverished family • occupation: gentlewoman - respectable young miss - governess - lady’s companion - theatre diva - writer - painter - explorer - piano teacher - charity worker • location: Barton Cottage - Mansfield Park - Hartfield - Kellynch Hall - Northanger Abbey - Netherfield - Bath - Pemberley - London • kindred spirit: Elinor Dashwood - Emma Woodhouse - Anne Eliot - Jane Bennet - Eleanor Tilney - Fanny Price - Charlotte Lucas • soulmate: Edward Ferrars - Colonel Brandon - Mr Darcy - Elizabeth Bennet - George Knightley - Frederick Wentworth - Henry Tilney - Catherine Morland - Edmund Bertram • quote: • following: no(t yet) sorry, but ily ♥ - now! - yes ofc - always and forever

T o l k i e n ⚔ • race: maia - elf - human - hobbit - dwarf • location: Gondolin - Rivendell - Alqualondë - Lothlórien - Mirkwood - Minas Tirith - Edoras - Fangorn Forest - Bag End - Erebor - Lake Town - Ithilien - Tol Galen - Dol Amroth • occupation: Dúnedain ranger - rider of Rohan - shieldmaiden - soldier of Gondor - lord / lady of (Númenór - Gondor - Rohan - the Noldor - the Sindar - the Teleri) - Galadhrim warrior - jeweller & weaponsmith - scholar & librarian - gardener - burglar • weapon: sword (Ringil - Andúril - Guthwine - Orcrist - Glamdring - Sting) - Gondolin knife - spear Aeglos - longbow of the Galadhrim - Númenorian steelbow - Black Arrow - the Phial of Galadriel • jewel: the Silmarils - ring of power (the One Ring - Nenya - Narya - Vilya) - Arkenstone - the Ring of Barahir - the Evenstar necklace • Vala: Manwë - Ulmo - Aulë - Oromë - Mandos - Lórien - Tulkas - Varda - Yavanna - Nienna - Estë - Vairë - Vána - Nessa - Melkor • following: no(t yet) sorry, but ily ♥ - now! - yes ofc - always and forever

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rules. tag people you’d like to get to know better tagged by. @loyalservants ( ty pan! ) tagging. @mindsmade | @knightcrea | @nyarnarfuinello | @valorfated | @tofindthesun | @sunqxeen | @voidxsm

favorite color. green. of any shade. top 3 favorite ships. i’ll just do ones related to this blog/fandom ; manwë x varda ( just end me luca @mindsmade brings me so much joy with this ship that i just adsfgh at these two often ). nessa x tulkas ( ugh this tiny cute bean who loves dancing and then there’s tulkas that’s like the strongest one ever to exist and they are adorable! featuring @warriorswithin ). galadriel x celeborn ( i haven’t had a chance to rp this yet but i adore them ).

like pan i’mma give some special mentions -  aulë x yavanna, oromë x vána, feanor x nerdanel, andreth x aegnor ( featuring @warriorswithin again lol ), elrond x celebrían ( just end me with the cute and then the angst of this wtf @mindsmade )

others - aragorn x arwen, luthien x beren, elladan x vezely, edlarion x luinelen ( it’s totally canon what u talking about ).

lipstick or chapstick. both. together. last song. something by ed sheeran since i have his cd on in the car. last movie. i honestly can’t remember? but i’m gonna watch aquaman later! currently reading. nothing.

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The Silmarillion aesthetic | Vana’s court

Vana - ‘Beautiful One’, Queen of Flowers. She was the younger sister of Yavanna and the spouse of Oromë. Among the seven Valier, Vána was the sixth named. She robed herself in flowers and had the beauty of both heaven and earth upon her face and in all her works.

For Vana aesthetic I used three prints of amazing designer and artist: Riza Peker. Please check out his website with other fantastic works!

and also sourse (x)

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❅ Prompt: Holidays & hand holding (rare pair bingo) | Oromë x Vána ❅ Synopsis: [Setting: Feast of Horns] The Master and Mistress of Ceremonies get ready to begin the hunt. ❅ Warnings: / ❅ Drabble ❅ AO3

» AN: A sneak peek for @feast-of-horns, if you will. Looking forward to this event!

Also disclaimer: While this is a canon pairing, the Valar couples don't get much spotlight, so I still feel like they count as rare pairs.

It was that time of the year again, and Oromë's excitement thrummed through their bond like the distant music of a war drum. 

Hand in hand, the Master and Mistress of Ceremonies approached the eagerly waiting crowd. Vána's form was bare save for flowers and tendrils wound around her limbs and torso, and so was her husband's, though he wore fur, teeth and horns as adornments. 

Intimidating in their poise, alluring in their raw, primal physicality, the two Valar drew many glimpses and glances of admiration and desire alike. 

Vána held up the Valaróma. First, the hunt; second, the reward. 

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Headcanon: Vána play-fights with Oromë occasionally. And yes, the Ever-young knows how to throw a punch (after Melkor came to Arda, it was important to him and Yavanna that she does)

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✧˖° Day 4: Hunting & family dynamics | Oromë x Vána ✧˖° Synopsis: Vána explains the meaning of her sister's message. ✧˖° Warnings: / ✧˖° Drabble

"Does your sister hate me?" 

Vána laughed when she saw her husband's dejected look. "No, my love, I assure you she does not." 

"She planted a huge oak in the middle of my halls and Aulë advised me not to fell it," Oromë said. "I always assumed it was done out of spite because of my hunting." 

Vána shook her head. "You misunderstood. Yavanna merely means to remind you to be a part of nature when you hunt, not its enemy." 

Oromë's face lit up then, and he nodded. "Aye, she is very wise. I shall take it to heart." 

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Day 4 ~ Friendship & Alliance

𓂃🖋 Characters/pairings: Celegorm x Aredhel 𓂃🖋 Synopsis: Aredhel has an idea for the next Feast of Horns. Celegorm is quite taken by it 𓂃🖋 Warnings: / 𓂃🖋 Oneshot (~550 words) | AO3

Tyelko, 

I have an idea for the next Feast of Horns. 

I assume I neither have to ask if you will be participating as well nor which role you are going to take — we will be hunters, of course — so: 

The best way to prove oneself as the best among the Hunters is to catch the greatest prey, and none could be greater than Lord Oromë himself. Yes, he will be among the Hunters as well most likely, and either of us may not be fast or strong enough, but together I bet we have a chance. 

Of course we could never overcome one of the Great Ones in battle, but thankfully Lord Manwë has decreed that no violence shall be used against one another. Why not take advantage of the Valar's own rules? 

It wouldn't be the first time a Hunter chose different game than the Hunted either, if I may remind you of certain incidents. 

Is the great Tyelkormo brave enough to join me on my quest? I would enlist the help of Artanis otherwise, though I would prefer to have a companion I am used to hunting with by my side. 

Let me know what you think. Írissë

Tyelkormo smirked to himself when he read the note Írissë had sent him, cleverly placed inside his quiver — hidden from unsuspecting eyes, yet a place he would undoubtedly check while readying his gear for the next hunt. 

Her suggestion was bold to say the least, but he had never been one to doubt or hesitate. In fact, the mere thought of hunting Oromë together with Írissë sent a rush of adrenaline through him — Tyelkormo could already imagine his surprise, likely followed by a graceful, benevolent acceptance of their challenge. The Huntsman of the Valar was not known to be overly formal, nor did he care much about rank and status; his hunters were his pack, his to protect and cherish, and they had taken advantage of his fondness for them before. 

Not to mention the admiration of their peers if they managed to take a trophy from him. Tyelkormo could already imagine making necklaces out of Oromë's antlers for himself and Írissë and how lovely they would look combined with the ones he had gifted them to wear for the hunt. 

Dropping his quiver and leaving his gear as it was, he pocketed the note and went back to his room to write a response. 

Írissë, 

I accept your challenge. You can count on me for both support and secrecy regarding your plan. 

Join me on a hunt before the Feast of Horns as soon as you can, so that we can talk in private and come up with a strategy. I shall postpone the one I had planned for that purpose. 

If you are thinking about possible strategies already — which I know you are, and I will be as well — do keep in mind that we may have to compete with Lady Vána too if she chooses to be part of the hunt, as she has done in past years. 

I am looking forward to hearing from you.  Tyelkormo 

Pleased with his response, Tyelkormo folded the paper. Today's trip would take him to his uncle's house instead, and he already knew where he was going to hide the note for Írissë to find. 

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Note on names: While Celegorm is often known as Turko for short, due to his father-name Turcafinwë, I like to think that Aredhel at least prefers Tyelkormo and to shorten it instead (to Tyelko).

The Feast of Horns headcanons can be found here.

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❅ Prompt: Reindeer & sleighs | Vána x Nessa ❅ Synopsis: Two Valier enjoy a ride in a snowy forest. ❅ Warnings: / ❅ Drabble ❅ AO3

» AN: A ship I've been wanting to write for a while. I think these two could have a lot of fun together. Enjoy!

"Faster!" 

Vána's voice rings out between snow-covered trees, spurring on the white deer she's riding.

Nessa is swift and light and her hooves barely touch the ground as she gracefully weaves her way through the woods of Oromë. She finds herself surrounded by glittering snow and golden hair adorned with flowers, a scenery so beautiful she almost wishes to stop and admire it – yet she knows it would only make it disappear, and she doesn't want to spoil Vána's fun. 

And so Nessa keeps running and listens to the bright laugh of the Ever-young that carries the promise of spring.

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