Fëanor storie

Un mundo que aún no cae al abismo trae al mundo a alguien especial, alguien cuyo sueño es recuperar lo que la oscuridad le quitó a su sangre. Y lo hará a toda costa, incluso si debe asesinar dragones o destrozar fantasmas imperecederos. La canción fue cambiada por su existencia, y talvez cambie todo para bien o lo destroce todo en su búsqueda de luz. ¿Quieres escuchar una nueva melodía?

Come with me to the Blessed Realm and into the heart of the House of Finwë. Follow the House of Feanor and those they love through the years as children grow, families change, friendships blossom, and memories are made. Through quiet days and unforgettable ones alike, discover the moments that shaped a family remembered throughout Arda. A collection of stories, vignettes, and snapshots from the lives of Feanaro and his kin.

Fëanor et Nerdanel sont jeunes. Fëanor et Nerdanel sont beaux. Fëanor et Nerdanel sont talentueux. Fëanor et Nerdanel ont une fâcheuse tendance à faire exploser des choses. Mais bon, c'est pour la science...

A tragic/narrative poem for Galadriel about the sea crossing from Valinor and the slaying at the Alaquendi (not sure if that's how you spell it. I have the Silmarillion book right next to me but I'm too lazy. No I'm not.) Alqualondë that's the correct spelling! Okay so yeah!

"-Celebrimbor! Come stai, nipotino mio?- domandò Nerdanel guardando nel palantìr. -Nonna, ho quasi due ere, non puoi chiamarmi ancora così!- -Tu sarai sempre il mio nipotino!-" Una normale conversazione tra nonna e nipote consiste, naturalmente, di raccomandazioni di mangiare regolarmente, non prendere freddo, trovarsi una ragazza ed evitare di creare nuovi artefatti magici che diano la possibilità ad un oscuro signore del male di tentare la conquista della Terra di Mezzo.

Nerdanel has a vision on the night of her wedding, take what joy you can for your days of happiness may be numbered...

Feanaro gives Fingolfin the talk after Finwe has failed to address Fingolfin's worries.

Second installment in the Fëanoriel Chronicles. 35 years after the War of the Ring, the children of the heroes must go on their own quest to save Middle Earth yet again, but this time it's from one of their own. Follow the children of Miril (OC- the Other Ranger) and Elrohir, Aragorn and Arwen, Eowyn and Faramir, and Eomer and Lothiriel as they journey from Rohan and Gondor back to the North where dark forces are gathering for a new assault. Cousins and friends unite as they travel through a different Middle Earth now that the rings are gone. And no one comes out unscathed. See Middle Earth like never before as we explore the beginnings of the Fourth Age when Lothlorien is abandoned, Rivendell is mostly empty, the Reunited Kingdom is strong, Annuminas rebuilt, the Ents are in control of Isengard, and Harad is at peace with Gondor/Arnor. Even Moria isn't the same. Sequel to The Other Ranger, but easily standalone.

(This is currently under re-write. The new story will be out very soon. It is being designed in a way where those of you already having read this will not be required to do so again) Celebrimbor did his hardest to keep his young cousin away from disaster-away from the Oath that their fathers and uncles took. Vanafin, the son of Celegorm the Fair, however, was not going to be left out. Feeling it's his duty to help his family, Vanafin leaves Celebrimbor to find the Silmarils himself-though maybe with the help of some violent uncles... Disclaimer: I don't own any person, place, or thing in this fanfiction Everything belongs to Tolkien and his estate. I am only attempting to see where Tolkien's works would have led to should the Feanorians have had more kids than just Celebrimbor.

A gradually growing collection of Silamrillion One-Shots that consist of all characters and LOTS of Fluff!!!! Yay!!!! But no slash!!! I don't do those things.

Fëanor attacks Alqualondë in a family friendly way with the help of bending arts. The title is the rearrangement of a polish proverb, originally it goes "Kto pod kim kopie dołki sam w nie wpada". In English, the closest meaning is "The biter gets bit", so the rearrangement one should sound like "Bit gets the biter", but it still doesn't sound as stupid as the polish one, lol.

Imagines for the elves of JRR Tolkien. Requests are appreciated. No NSFWs here. Any elf is fine, but I encourage underappreciated elves. Also open to writing for Valar and Maiar. Will try and update when free. If you are looking for interesting stories with good grammar and spelling, you've come to the right place. It will also help if requests are more specific.

Just little things I think about. I am happy to take requests for short stories as well. If you've got an imagine you'd like published here, comment or message me and I'll write it down with your name on it. This is only for the elves of middle earth. Primarily those of the hobbit of the lotr trilogy. I can alway try some from the Silmarillion if someone asks for that.

Kanafinwe Makalaure Feanorion awoke thinking that he was finally pardoned by the Valar and that he would finally be able to sail back home. When it becomes evident that he isn't in the right dimension however, he ends up having to stay in a curious school filled with growing maiar, including one Harry Potter. Set during the Prisoner of Azkaban, Goblet of Fire, and possibly Order of the Phoenix. May change drastically in the future. I do NOT own anything from Harry Potter or The Silmarillion, those credits belong to their rightful authors. The only thing that's mine is the plot of this fanfiction. Unbeta-ed, so please don't kill me!

Welcome to Project Tolkien's community One-Shot anthology! All are welcome to submit. Inside, you will find stories from the Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, the Silmarillion, and beyond by fans from our community! We strive to be as inclusive as possible, particularly with languages. You do not need to write in English to be included here! All are welcome. Let's share some stories!

Krótko o moim OTP, Feanor/Nerdanel. Obyczajowa miniaturka, powiedzmy. Z angstowymi i humorystycznymi wstawkami. Powstała szybciutko, wena zadziałała dobrze. Ale samo poprawianie trwało baaardzo długo. Mój fanfikowy debiut na Wattpadzie, w zasadzie debiut w sieci ogólnie. Pisuję do szuflady.

His eyes peer out at her from every corner of the drawing room. Nerdanel's house is silent, but it is never empty. Why, she wonders. Why did she bring the chisel? (A short vignette focusing on Nerdanel. If any of you see this same thing floating around on ao3, that's also me.)