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Fëanáro
Maitimo
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Tyelcormo
Carnistir
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Telperinquar
Ambarto
Ambarussa
If Feanor is a wildfire, then Nerdanel is the ocean. Feanor’s rage burns quick and hot with immediate consequences; Nerdanel’s rage builds and builds and builds as everything they love is swept away and they are left with nothing. She is patient. She can wait. She tamed Feanor and quite frankly you are nothing compared to him.
Pov- you’re Thingol and you’re trying to justify sending your son-in-law after a silmaril and then being surprised when the people that swore an oath to retrieve said silmaril got testy.
forever a bit insane over Maedhros’ mother-name actually. Nerdanel was a SCULPTOR and she named her eldest son well-made like!! the weird vanity!! the way she’s described as “not the fairest of her people” and immediately projects all of this onto her gorgeous gorgeous child!! The fact that maitë is also the root for “hand” like. did she know. did she KNOW. anyway do NOT try to tell me that Fëanor was the only parent fucking those children up because. he wasn’t.
I absolutely love that Nerdanel was not considered beautiful, because it adds so much to her and Feanor's characters. Feanor is the Greatest Elf of All Time™ who is a PRINCE, and could have married ANYONE, but he chose her.
Like imagine this from an outsider's perspective. Feanor, the most talented and intelligent elf of all time, next in line to the throne, greatest craftsman, presumably very attractive elf falls in love with someone who is considered ugly. Not only do they get married, but they do so almost scandalously young, to the point where it is technically okay but still very young. This and the fact that they had more children than anyone ever just goes to show how much they must love each other.
Feanor is not one to do things by halves. He would put great thought into choosing his wife, and this guy must have been simping SO HARD. Nerdanel is the daughter of his favorite teacher, which makes her even more off-limits if anything. Nerdanel's personality perfectly counteracts Feanor's, and she takes absolutely none of his shit. She was the first person to stand up to him and the only one that can make him listen (until silmaril times). She is a sculpter, so presumably very strong. Feanor marrying Nerdanel likely brought some of his personality to life that others did not see, the part of him that made people follow him.
“Family”
It’s so cool that Silmarillion had a couple of pages about them living their best life ,the end
Lady Nerdanel. Some expirement with color and stile. And I think that spider lilies are very Fëanáro coded flowers
“Grieving”
No parent should have to bury their child
Sometime I come back into the silm fandom and drop some bullshit
I'm sure many have said this, but it always makes me weak to think that Feanor, brilliant and tragic High Prince, the most beautiful of the Noldor, the master of language and smithwork, the greatest mind the Noldor have ever seen, falls in love - still young - with Nerdanel, who is great in her field and as keen as him, but is a normal girl, not nobleborn, not even considered pretty, but he loves her and values her. They travel together, they share the same passions, he loves her for her mind, her hunger for knowledge, her strength. He found his match in her, although she was also different - calmer, gentler, wiser.
Feanor's descent starts when he turns away from her counsel, when the first cracks in their marriage appear, and she is not swayed by him, she knows he is wrong and she holds her ground.
This is not in the published Silm and it's just a version of the story, but Feanor's words to her - were she a true wife - tell me of someone who is incredibly bitter and angry that their wife has left him when he thought she should have followed them. Despite the long estrangement, he still expected her to follow him. He managed to move an entire kingdom, but not his own wife.
How strong she must have been to survive the grief.
Czech Tolkien musicals directory || musicals by Falešné společenstvo (False Fellowship)
(Disclaimer: I’ve only watched Beren a Lúthien, Fëanor a jeho synové, Děti Húrinovy, and Pád Doriathu)
Rohirové (Rohirrim) (2015)
The story of Rohan, from Eorl the Young to Théoden and Éowyn. [No captions or translation available.]
Hobit (The Hobbit) (2014) and (2020)
An Unexpected Journey; or: There and Back Again. [No captions or translation available.]
Beren a Lúthien (Beren and Lúthien) (2016)
The tale of Beren and Lúthien, and their quest for the Silmaril. [No captions; translation in progress.]
Aredhel (2017)
Aredhel, from the founding of Gondolin to her death; Maeglin, and his betrayal. [No captions or translation available.]
Fëanor a jeho synové (Fëanor and his sons) (2018)
Fëanor and his family, from the childhood of his sons to his death. [Captioned in English; I am also working on a translation.]
Děti Húrinovy (Children of Húrin) (2019)
The tragedy of Húrin’s family, from his visit to Gondolin to his death. [No captions; currently being translated by @nereb-and-dungalef.]
Pád Doriathu (Fall of Doriath) (2022)
The slow fall of Doriath, from the claiming of the Nauglamír to the deaths of Dior and Nimloth. [Captions in Czech; auto-translate works. No available script, so no translation is in progress.]
not a musical:
Nienor Níniel fan movie - English and Czech
A short fan video about Nienor Níniel.
upcoming Falešné společenstvo projects:
Pád Gondolinu (Fall of Gondolin)
Númenor
list subject to change, updates
Childhood Crush
Pairing = Finrod x Mairafinwë (OC)
Genre = General audiences
General ratings = pure fluff <3
Content warnings = none
Word count = 1,9k
Notes = Hi, yes, hello 🫣 It has been a while, hasn’t it? Anyway, I found my inspiration back and I’ve finished this piece in time for day 5 of @tolkienocweek ! The prompt was ‘shipping’ so it was in theme and I thought ‘why not?’ Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Finrod never lacked love. He was loved, and he loved back. He loved his father, his mother, his brothers, his sister, his grandfather, his uncle (uncles, sometimes, but he didn’t see Fëanáro much. He was still cool, in Finrod’s eyes. He always received little gifts from his uncle when he visited. It was a little secret between them, because for some reason, Fëanáro didn’t want Arafinwë to know. Finrod thought it funny, because Arafinwë was aware, but pretended he didn’t.) loved him back.
However, as he turned around five (in men years), he noticed something. His father kissed his mother and looked at her with Starry Eyes. His uncles all looked at his aunts like that too, Uncle Fëanáro with Aunt Nerdanel and Uncle Ñolofinwë with Aunt Anairë. He saw teenagers do that, too. And he didn’t understand. Why did they do that? It was so weird!
So he asked his mother and she replied something that didn’t make sense at the time. She said : “People kiss each other and look at each other with ‘Starry Eyes’ because they love each other, dear.” Finrod looked at her dubiously. What did she mean, ‘It’s because they love each other’! Finrod loved his brothers, but that didn’t mean he looked at them with Starry Eyes and kissed them on the mouth!
It was when he turned ten (in men years), that he understood what his mother had meant. He was with his family at a banquet organized by his grandfather Finwë. For once, miraculously everyone was getting along, and then, he saw her. Seated between a teenager Makalaurë and a small Turcafinwë, sat the most beautiful girl Finrod had ever seen. She had long silver hair, just like Lady Míriel (Finwë kept her portrait in his study) and gray eyes like Fëanáro. To be honest, she was the perfect replica of Lady Míriel, but with Finwë’s eyes.
Finrod felt his face get hot, before he averted his eyes. But then, he found his eyes drawn back to her. He couldn’t help but admire her beauty. Finrod didn’t understand at the time why he felt so drawn to her. She was just a normal girl! But that was where he was wrong, because she was the only daughter of Fëanáro. And it was well known that his children are everything but ‘normal’.
He stole glances at her, greedily looking at her eyes and hair and cheeks and smile and- everything. He looked at her everything and felt weird inside.His heart thumped loudly and his stomach felt like it was dancing. He wondered why he was feeling this way.. It was then that they made eye contact. Gray eyes meeting blue ones, holding each other, drowning in each other.
Later on, when Finrod grew restless of sitting and listening to the adults talk about boring things, he got up and went to the gardens. The cool night air was like a balm to his still hot cheeks. He looked towards Telperion, sighing as he felt tiredness come over him. Normally, he’d be in bed by now. It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy he could stay up late, but he really wished they were back home. He missed the feeling of the ocean breeze on his skin and the salty air. At the same time, he felt overjoyed at seeing his grandfather and Tirion again. The city was wonderful and a delight to his eyes. Art was everywhere and people were kind.
He was startled out of his thoughts by the most beautiful voice he had ever heard (after Kanafinwë’s, of course, but not that he’d ever admit it).
“Hello!”
Finrod whirled around, cheeks heating up as he saw her.
“H-Hi!” He replied, his eyes widening as she smiled at him.
“You’re my cousin Findaráto, right?” She asked, her eyes twinkling in the silvery light of Telperion.
“Uh, yes!” Finrod stuttered out, feeling nervous for.. some reason. She smiled at him, extending her hand.
“I’m Mairafinwë. Pleasure to meet you!” She said and he shook her hand. Mairafinwë… The name was exactly like her : beautiful, graceful, a joy to look at..
~~~
Since that night, Finrod found himself visiting Mairafinwë often : he had gained a friend. She was funny, witty, calm and talented. Their beautiful friendship blossomed and they became closer.
“Don’t move!” Mairafinwë tsked, frowning a bit at Finrod. He sighed, going back into his original position.
It had been two years since they had met and Mairafinwë had invited Finrod over at her father’s house. After talking for a few hours, she had proposed to sculpt him. Finrod, overjoyed, had agreed. Mairafinwë was good with her hands, he had seen the sculptures she made. Of course they were pretty, she learned from the best : her mother, Nerdanel. What he didn’t expect was that it would take so long to sculpt him.
He squirmed in his seat again, admiring Mairafinwë as she worked. The light that came in by the tall windows caressed her skin, making her look softer than normal. Her long silver hair was thrown up into a bun as she worked diligently, frowning in concentration. She kind of looked like Fëanáro when she was working : the same frown, the same twitch of the lips, the same analyzing eyes.
“Can we take a break?” Finrod said, sighing. Mairafinwë looked up and Finrod’s heart skipped a beat or two, his cheeks darkening. She sighed, putting down her tools.
“Alright, alright. We’ll take a break.” She said, smiling. She was as beautiful as always and Finrod found himself unable to look away from her.
When she took his hand and giggled as she dragged him outside, he thought he understood what his mother had meant all those years ago.
~~~
Finrod knew that Mairafinwë was older than him, of course. It wasn’t by that much, but it frustrated him to no end when people whispered that he looked like a lost puppy following her around. He was fifteen (in men years)! It wasn’t fair that people thought he wasn’t deserving of her!
Finrod had recognized that he liked Mairafinwë, maybe even loved her. He hadn’t done anything about it, yet. He was determined to court and woo her properly, but he didn’t have the right ideas at the time.
He almost had a heart attack when Nelyafinwë and Kanafinwë approached him with matching grins. They were usually the ones who were the most respectful and didn’t throw pranks, so to see them approaching him like that, he knew that something was going to happen.
Finrod wanted the ground to open up and swallow him when they told him that they knew he liked their sister. However, he perked right up and all his embarrassment was forgotten when they gave him a list of things Mairafinwë found romantic and liked to do that they had roped Turcafinwë into getting for them. He thanked them profusely, before having the scare of his life when their expressions turned grim.
“We support you courting our sister, Findaráto, but listen to my words and listen well.” Maedhros started.
“If we find out you broke her heart, for whatever reason it is, you will pay.” He said, a frown etched on his handsome face.
“Are we clear?” Maglor’s ethereal voice sounded stern.
“Yeah, of course!” Finrod said, a bit fearful. He almost had whiplash from how fast their demeanours changed as their expressions turned happy once more. Maedhros clapped him on the shoulder, smirking.
“Good luck.” He said before they left him with his thoughts.
~~~
Finrod had successfully started to court Mairafinwë. Dates had been arranged and he was happy, and so was she. The threshold of hand-holding had been passed and they spent more and more time together, almost attached at the hip.
Everything was going well. Too well.
That’s why Finrod wasn’t all that surprised when one day, returning from a date with Mairafinwë, his uncle Fëanáro approached him, saying he wanted to speak to him.
Seated in his uncle’s office, Finrod felt a bit fearful. He knew that his uncle was extremely protective of his children, everyone knew that. Fëanor looked at him pensively, saying nothing and making Finrod squirm under his intense gaze.
“Findaráto..” Fëanor started, making Finrod gulp as he tried to calm his heartbeat, his nervousness making his palm sweaty.
“Yes?” Finrod said, cursing in his head as his voice came out weak. His uncle gently smiled at him, making him calm down a little.
“Mairafinwë has told me that you have been courting for some time now.” Fëanor said, making Finrod nod in acquiescence.
“She loves you. Very much. It is.. clear that she has fallen head over heels for you. I want you to know, first and foremost, that I support this courting.” Fëanor said, tilting his head. Hearing those words made Finrod significantly calm down, his tense posture relaxing.
“Mairafinwë is someone who loves with all of her being. She is.. she is extremely like my mother in this way.” Fëanor whispered this part, his gaze turning longing for a second.
“I want to know if you love her. As in, you won’t want to leave her side in a century or two. You two are young, and there is plenty of time to grow and mature. These feelings you have for each other may change and that is alright. But I want to know now if you think it might happen.” His uncle said, making Finrod shake his head rapidly.
“No. I.. I love her. With all of my fëa. I think.. no, I know she is the one.” Finrod said, making his uncle’s lips twitch upwards. Fëanor hummed.
“In that case, I want you to know that I entrust my daughter’s heart to you. Be careful : it is delicate and bruises easily.” Finrod nodded seriously, relief washing over him as his uncle gave him his blessing to court Mairafinwë.
“However, I want you to know that if I find out you have not been treating her with the respect or adoration she deserves, or that you have made her sad, there will be consequences.” Fëanor said, a small smile on his lips to soften his words. Finrod nodded again.
That day, he left Fëanor’s mansion happy, for he had gotten his blessing.
~~~
It was a month later that Finrod kissed Mairafinwë for the first time. It was magical : something that made him feel whole in a sense and that made him giddy to think about. They laid underneath a tree on the grass, their fingers intertwined.
“I love you, Mairafinwë. I love you a lot. I… I wanted to know if you.. If you’d like to..” Finrod hadn’t thought about how he would ask her to become a couple. Well, he had, but this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. The words were all wrong in his mouth and his mind worked faster than ever to find the right words.
Mairafinwë gently put her hand on his cheek, her plump lips turning up into a smile.
“Take your time, Findaráto. I’m not going anywhere.” She softly said with that magnificent voice of hers.
“I-… would you like to.. to become a couple?” Finrod asked, almost wincing at his clumsy words. In his mind, he had imagined asking her poetically with a grand romantic gesture. Still, Mairafinwë smiled gently at him, her pretty eyes twinkling with happiness.
“I would love to.” She responded, making Finrod nearly bowl over with relief. He smiled at her and she smiled back. And he understood. He understood what his mother had meant.
When she kissed him, he felt his stomach dance and his cheeks become hot and thought : ‘How I love her..’
End notes : I hope you enjoyed! I have one story and some headcannons in the work, so I should post more often! <3
@theladyvanya @koyunsoncizeri
Pranks
Pairing = none
Genre = general audiences
General ratings = family fluff
Content warnings = none
Word count = 805
Notes = Hope you enjoy! The prompt was ‘siblings’ from @tolkienfamilyweek day 2!
“What are you both doing?” Mairafinwë’s voice sounded out, her eyebrows raised in surprise.
Amrod and Amras froze as they looked at her like they had been caught doing something they shouldn’t, before looking at each other.
“Nothing.” Amras said, giving his older sister a suspicious-looking smile, while Amrod nodded somnely. Mairafinwë raised an eyebrow, unconvinced, before she looked at what the twins were trying to hide with their hands.
A bucket full of burdock seeds was there, making Mairafinwë frown.
“And what do you plan on doing with those?” She asked, crossing her arms as suspicion came over her.
Amrod and Amras looked at each other, communicating silently with each other thanks to micro-expressions made with the twitching of their ears, the tightening of their lips and the movement of their eyebrows. After a little while, they both looked back at Mairafinwë.
“We’ll tell you if you promise to help us.”
Mairafinwë’s eyebrows raised and she pursued her lips, searching the eyes of her baby brothers intently. After a while, curiosity won her over and she reluctantly nodded. Ambarussa both grinned at her, hushedly asking her to come closer. She kneeled carefully on the ground, leaning closer to the both of them.
“You see, Tyelko put a bunch of squirrels in our room a few weeks ago.” Amras started.
“They ate some of our clothes and shit everywhere.” Amrod said, brow furrowing as he recalled the state of their room after that particular incident.
“Tyelko found that extremely funny. We thought we might make him pay us back.” Amras finished, grinning excitedly at the thought of getting ‘revenge’ on their older brother.
Mairafinwë hummed, remembering the incident clearly, where she had had to play peacemaker, holding the twins back from jumping on a laughing Celegorm. She also remembered the anger that had taken over her the day Celegorm put a bunch of racoons in her bedchambers and they had wreaked havoc upon it. Mairafinwë knew the feeling of being held back by an older sibling (an exasperated Maedhros, who was tired of Celegorm’s antics and a slightly amused Maglor).
Even if Tyelkormo was punished by their father and mother each time, he never ceased to play pranks on them, Caranthir and sometimes Curufin (one look from Maedhros served to dissuade Celegorm from doing any kind of mischief to him and Maglor… well, Maglor had multiple tricks up his sleeve).
Mairafinwë looked at her baby brothers and smiled.
“Alright you two. I’ll help you. What’s the plan?” She asked, grinning, feeling a bit giddy.
~~~
A few moments later, they were in Celegorm’s room, carefully picking burdocks and placing them on his clothes, bedsheets, pillows, blankets and carpet, giggling like children all the while.
“… what are you all doing?” Caranthir’s voice sounded out from the entrance of Celegrom’s bedchambers, making Mairafinwë, Amrod and Amras freeze.
They turned towards Caranthir, Mairafinwë smiling sheepishly.
“… a trick?” She said, shrugging, making her younger brother raise his eyebrows, surprised at seeing her play into the twins’ mischief.
Caranthir looked at the three of them, then at the burdocks, before he seemed to recall every prank that Celegorm played on him, before slowly smiling. He left the room, a big smile on his face, as Mairafinwë, Amrod and Amras all giggled quietly, finishing up placing the burdocks before quietly leaving.
~~~
An hour later, as the three of them hung out in the library, they saw Caranthir pass by with a large chest. Amrod and Amras looked at each other, smelling mischief, before they called out.
“Carnistir? What are you doing?” Ambarussa asked, making their older brother turn to look at them. He smiled even as his cheeks were redder than usual due to exertion, his eyes twinkling.
“A ‘special’ delivery.” He responded, making his sister and youngest brothers look at each other before smiling.
“Can we help you?” Mairafinwë asked, getting up and dusting herself off.
“Of course. It would be greatly appreciated.” Caranthir said, grinning.
All three of them helped Carnistir transport the heavy chest to Celegorm’s bedchambers, chuckling quietly. Amrod and Amras let out gasps of delight when they opened the chest, a good hundred of frogs jumping out to hide in Tyelkormo’s room. Mairafinwë chuckled as they left, closing the door behind them.
~~~
When at dinner time everyone was seated at the table except for Celegorm (he was almost always late when he went out to hunt with Oromë), the conversation was interrupted by a loud shriek coming from the blond brother. Fëanor and Nerdanel looked taken aback, Curufin frowned in curiosity while Maedhros rolled his eyes and Maglor tilted his head.
Mairafinwë snorted as Amrod and Amras couldn’t help but laugh, Caranthir smiling deviously as he savored his revenge.
Shrieks and screams could be heard throughout the mansion, as well as laughs and exasperated sighs.
End notes : reblogs and comments are always immensely appreciated!