Fëanor Stories

Inspired by his niece's gold and silver tresses, Fëanor makes his momentous decision to craft his greatest and most terrible creation: the Silmarils. And when he does, Altáriel will be confronted with a shadow of evil she's never known before - and wrestle with its implications for her people, her family, and herself.

In light of Feanorian Week and me not having a tumbler account, I'm going to post some Imagines revolving around the themes for each Feanorian day

Thanyewen is the last of her line, the House of the Dispossessed. When she is summoned to Rivendell, a place where she is both hated and feared, she knows that a storm is nigh. Heeding the summons, she finds herself at a Council and joining a Fellowship. Her task is to protect the Ringbearer, but how is she to do that when the entire Fellowship, including the hobbits, knows who she is, what her father created, and the terror her brothers unleashed? Thanywen must face her past and persuade the Fellowship that she is not evil. To her, the task is more daunting than facing down a Balrog... which she has done.

As an image we pass by, only our sons remain in the last, everything seems like an illusion but this helmet, this sword, shield, armour... This soul, this is... Spirit stays the same. From old forgotten days to now we carry our banner, as kings... I carry the light of Aman in my eyes... An elven king

What if Eru did recreate the world and that's the one every knows. What if the world before there were a large group of people who got speared from the destruction. They now live in the middle earth that everyone knows. Yet, they are hidden and keep to themselves. Protecting the world from monstrous beings that are still alive from the wood they knew. They stayed like this for a very long time and they enjoy their solitude. Yet, now they have a choice: do they help Fingolfin and those who are following him across the Helcaraxë and change the course of fate. Or do they leave innocents to die and stay hidden. ~I do not own the silmarillion

You are a Therapist in the halls of Mandos, helping the souls who are a bit more.. broken. But when the sons of Feanor waltz into the picture, everything gets turned on it's head. Maybe it's time to Admit who actually needs the therapy....

Karynn, daughter of Laughlin, has always led a normal life. She's never been orc-hunting, Valar-angering, or ship-burning. That's all about to change, however, with a single accidental spell.

The events leading to Fëanor's exile from Tirion, as seen from Finwë's perspective as the High King of the Noldor. For the Tales of Area Marred Contest

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.

Love The Silmarillion, The Hobbit, or The Lord of the Rings? Send in a request for your favourite elves! All characters mentioned unless specified, belong to Tolkien.

Maglor has lived through the centuries, going from place to place trying to keep the fact he's an elf and immortal a secret. He does not want to repeat what happened to him before. However, his quiet life is about to be uprooted when he's called on a special case to check something or rather someone out. This story has been inspired by an artist on DeviantArt named greenapplefreak's amazing comics about elves in modern times. Currently: Slow updating ~I do not own the silmarillion ~~This story can also be found on my Ao3 (archive of our own) account. ENJOY!!

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...

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!

A poem dedicated to Maglor Feanorian and his loss of the Silmaril's. angst is inevitable!

Small storys about the Silmarillion. Have you ever wonder how Melkor contaminate Feanor's mind? Or what about how Maedhros become one of the greatest warriors in middle earth? Fanfic translation by Erick Serrano All the characters, original situations and rights belong to J.R.R. Tolkien

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.)

"-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.