Nerdanel Stories

Unlike much of his 'insane, blasphemous, kinslaying' family, Calëno had little desire to follow his father's side across the sea. Sure, he missed them, but he had a mother and baby sister to care for-something not even his father cared to do. When you are part of the infamous Feanorian family, it becomes difficult to hide from the rumors of what your family is doing across the seas, even if you have no part in their deeds. (A spin-off from my Vanafin Silmarillion fanfic, may occasionally see a reference to the ocs of that series).

"-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.

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.)

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.

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

All are born with the ability for good or evil. The child itself is innocent. It is the person it grows to be that determines whether it is good or evil. Fëanáro's first thought was not of chaos or crafting. Just as with any innocent child, it was his mother that first graced his mind. This is just my take on the birth and adolescence of Fëanor's life. It's been an idea that has been running amuck in my brain for quite some time. Hope you enjoy it!

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

(AKA That AU no one asked for about Elrond living in Valinor with Maedhros as a child... Yeah...) (One shot (Ficlet)) Maedhros and the rest of the Feanorians are planning to light Formenos with the Feanorian lamps, something that his foster child, Elrond, has never seen before. My Mother's Day 'Ficlet' even though there are no mothers present in the story. >.< I tried.

The only daughter of Fëanor, whose heart was as big as the sky that lied on the top of Arda and whose beauty was beyond the beauty of all its stars. They named her Nathìniel. For she was only a guest in this world, her soul belonged to Ilúvatar to whom she's been turning her head since she was born. Her father gave her the title Melwafinwë, for she was the loveliest of all Finwë's descendants. Later she bore many names, among them Híniman, a pure child for she was clean from the terrible deeds of the Fëanorians after they proclaimed the oath. She escaped the wrath of Valar and thence was called Avathrýaen. Although with pain burried deep inside herself she joined her beloved cousin Finrod. He, along with Galadriel, Aegnor and Angrod hid her under the wings of protection and they loved her as a sister. At this time she received another name - Finculuial. For her hair had an unusual colour for Finarfin's children, it was gold and red at the same time as dusk in the summer. She was loved by all, among them Fingon who could not turn his eyes from her sweet words and fair face. Even her brothers that she had to forsake were deeply fond of her, and in this story there is written how she found a path back to her family. How she cleaned the hands of Fëanor's sons, and how her fate led her back to Valinor. For what she desired the most was to clean the name of her family. Long was her way to the Halls of Mandos, many were the battles in which she had to draw her sword, many were moments when she wiped others' tears with her gentle hands, but the most were the prayers she spoke to Ilúvatar. The God who created her perfectly in his song. Wish you a happy reading. ☺📜

yooooo come on in and experience our disaster children of the first house of the noldor REQUESTS OPEN! SEND 'EM IN ON THE A/N!❤

"Though in all lands, love is now mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater." There are stories waiting to be told from all eras of Middle Earth's history, and there are tales from beyond even Middle Earth itself. Within these pages you will find single chapter fanfics pertaining to The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, and The Silmarillion. But heed my warning, weary traveler. These are not all for the faint of heart. Death lies beyond this door, death and suffering. There may be some which warm your soul, but as with most stories in war time... guard your heart. "Deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised." stories written 2017 onwards

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...

modern silmarillion au || enter tirion. a gleaming city of perfect houses, the living dream. maedhros, the son of a wealthy jeweller, is in university and the worst that could happen is him failing classic literature. for him, his world is home and nearby, nowhere like the stories that seem so far away about melkor and his growing empire. but no place is perfect, not even home.

Official Wattpad Tolkien Fanfic Top ranked #1 in Silmarillion, #1 in Tolkien Top 10 in Silmarillion from 2018-2024 Top ranked #1 in Fingon, #1 in Maedhros *** Eve, celebrating her birthday on New Year's Eve, ends up, well... Let's just say she isn't in New England anymore. Join the first story of Eve's new journey in her new life among elves and Ainur. Placed in the care of Lady Nerdanel, she grows close to the seven brothers, the sons of Fëanor, and with their half cousins, the sons and daughters of Fingolfin and Finarfin. Visit Alqualondë, visit Tirion, visit Valmar and the Two Trees, all during the Noontide of Valinor, in perfect bliss where only the death of Míriel has caused shadow. Love and laughter, friendship and wonder are her constant companion as she recovers from the event that stranded her in Arda. *** BASED ON A REVERSAL OF DANTE'S DIVINE COMEDY - PARADISO *** The first in a trilogy of Silmarillion fics called The Airequalmë (Divine Tragedy), A Different Kind of Heaven takes place prior to the detailed account in the book itself. Book two (A Different Kind of Purgatory) will pertain to the Unchaining of Melkor, and book three (A Different Kind of Hell) recounts her experience during the Flight of the Noldor. Books One and Two and the beginning of Three utilize the Quenya names for the Eldar, before transitioning to mostly Sindarin during the latter half of Three. Name keys are provided. *** Awards: First Place and Best Male Character in Silmarillion, also Overall Tolkien Winner in @thetolkienawards, Third Place in Tolkien Club Awards Began: January 1, 2018 Completed: May 28, 2018 Final Word Count: 63,364