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Random thought: AURORA would make an awesome Míriel
idk how familiar Tolkien was with Japanese mythology, but there’s this one myth that’s so similar to the story of Míriel and Fëanor that I don’t think it’s a coincidence
so there was this goddess named Izanami, and she bore a son named Kagu-tsuchi. he was a fire god, and his spirit was so hot that he burned his mother to death. his birth marks the beginning of death in Japanese mythology. Izanami’s husband, Izanagi, sought to bring her back from the underworld, but she refused to leave and they kind of had the world’s first divorce
also Kagu-tsuchi’s body was broken into eight pieces that formed eight volcanoes. eight pointed star, anyone?
surely someone out there has done fanart of radagon and rennala's wedding at the church of vows being officiated by miriel. SURELY
Laurent, who chose to be like his mother in every way but one Conclusive evidence
These pages were originally for @fetranshub's FE trans week in 2020. They can be taken independently, if you would like to interpret Laurent in the second page differently from the first.
Several people over the years have also told me these are some of my most memorable comics, which makes me glad.
House of Finwë ~
Finwë - Miriel - Indis - Findis - Lalwen
// prints!
fëanorians: 1 - 2 - 3 nolofinwëans: 1 - 2 - 3 arafinwëans: 1 - 2 - 3
I think Miriel must feel guilty about her entire line; an excuse to draw crying characters.
MÍRIEL THERINDË Flemish Painters
I finished up Míriel’s portrait just now ^^ her outfit is based on that of A Portrait of a Lady by Pieter De Kempeneer from around the mid 1500s. First portrait of the Flemish historical fashion series is done!!
The First
Pairing = none (hints of Imin x Iminyë)
Genre = General audiences
General ratings = fluff & a twinge of angst
Content warnings = none
Word count = 832
Notes = amma means ‘mother’ in Primitive Elvish. Hope you enjoy! This is for day five of @tolkienfamilyweek, ‘found family’!
Nendarnē remembered.
She remembered waking up for the first time.
She was confused at first, of course. Before walking on two legs, she crawled on all fours. She looked at foxes, raccoons, rabbits and wolves to learn.
She remembered drinking and eating for the first time.
She remembered exploring, sleeping and running for the first time.
She remembered seeing her reflection for the first time and being fascinated by her features.
She remembered stumbling upon other elves and being terrified, as well as curious.
She remembered slowly starting to take care of them, taking them to safe places while they slept (they always slept. Nendarnē found it weird, because they weren’t gone like sometimes animals were. They’d fall asleep and never wake up again. But then again, their chest wouldn’t go up and down while they breathed. The Asleep Ones breathed. So Nendarnē found it weird.)
She remembered feeling cold for the first time and hating it.
She remembered hunting for the first time and eating the meat raw, much to her stomach’s displeasure and keeping the animal’s pelt because she felt guilty (surely her stomach making her suffer was proof that she should not have done that.)
She remembered going back to the lake she awoke next to, to stand in the water and look at the fishes and trees.
She remembered hunting again and always keeping the pelts of the animals out of guilt.
She remembered one day putting those pelts together rudimentarily with thick grass blades and other things, to create the first garment ever (she kept it even after it fell apart. She kept it for all of her life.)
She remembered putting animal pelts on The Asleep Ones so that they were not cold.
She remembered trying to communicate with animals by mimicking their noises.
She remembered crying for the first time when she injured her calf and being surprised that her eyes were producing water.
She remembered growing and developing, while The Asleep Ones stayed put, showing no sign of ever waking up.
She remembered yelping when some of The Asleep Ones woke up. She remembered them being confused and afraid, just like she had been.
She remembered calming them down and cooing at them, petting their hair and caressing their backs.
She remembered how she taught them everything she knew.
She remembered how they developed a language to understand each other better, thus creating Primitive Elvish.
She remembered naming them; Imin, Iminyë, Tata, Tatië, Enel and Elenyë.
She remembered treating them like her cubs.
She remembered being astonished that they were so.. small (at the time she didn’t know it was just her that was abnormally tall, but, well.)
She remembered how later on, they gave her a name, even though they referred to her as amma.
And so, Nendarnē Indarā was named. Her cubs- children, named her after the time she spent close to the tree by the water she awoke next to. Indarā, The Wise, they called her, even if she didn’t particularly think she deserved such a title. Sure, she had taught them how to survive and live, but she didn’t consider herself wise.
She remembered how more and more of The Asleep Ones woke up, until not one of them was sleeping anymore.
She remembered the first mating season, where couples formed and fëas entwined for the first time.
She remembered politely refusing every mating offer she received, for she had everything she needed : her children.
She remembered Iminyë’s stomach getting rounder.
She remembered Iminyë coming to her, tears in her eyes, asking her amma what was going on.
She remembered shushing her heart-daughter, telling her that she was with child, that that was what happened sometimes when a male and a female mated. That she would have her own cubs, her own children soon.
She remembered the gruesome birth of the first elven child, the pain Iminyë was in as everyone did everything they could to make her comfortable.
She remembered holding her grandson for the first time, Ilion, and crying from joy, pressing a kiss to Iminyë’s forehead.
She remembered meeting Míriel and Finwë and practically adopting them as her own, taking care of them.
She remembered more children coming; Elwë, Olwë and Elmo, principally.
She remembered the apparition of Oromë.
She remembered everything he taught.
She remembered the fear that struck her when some of her own began to disappear and never come back.
She remembered hugging her heart-children close when the Dark Rider came closer and closer to where they lived.
She remembered that she thought she was dying with how her heart ached when some of her children left.
She remembered kissing them goodbye as they followed Oromë.
She remembered the heartache that would not leave her alone as one by one, her children- her cubs, left her.
She remembered being obligated to leave her tree, the water she grew by, her home, because The All Father was angry.
Nendarnē remembered, for she was The First.
End notes : Hope you enjoyed! Reblogs and comments are as always really appreciated!
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