#actuallymiriel

I might or might not have completely forgotten that I had this ask on hold :B At this point I can't keep excusing my lack of designs for all the characters (except the fëanorians) with "I'm new in this fandom". But yeah...I don't have a design for her, so I had to improvise. Sorry about that too. All that being said, have a quick Miriel in a more experimental style.

ask, and you shall receive! 🥺💓 apologies this took so long, but im super super flattered you like my anaire!! Thank you so much waaaaa 🙇‍♀️ She’s always such a gem to draw and explore, esp cuz i love her and nolololofinwe way too much hehe. Plus, tolkien ladies solidarity!! Mom squad lets goOOOOO

(if spearwoman naginata anaire is a thing, i hope to one day do warhammer nerdanel and earwen... what’d be a good weapon for earwen i wonder?)

also, i couldnt fit all my ideas abt the little sketch of anaire and finno on the top left into the page, so here’s an extra bonus of anaire being a great/terrible influence on her son!:

Mhm that question is a bit unexpected but I don't let an opportunity to talk about some probably very unknown characters go to waste. Also sorry that it took me so long to answer.

First of all I kind of have a thing for fixating on minor characters with barely any background information or anything about them because they are pretty flexible in how they can be fleshed out. Those six are like the perfect example for this. All we know about them is that Imin, Tata and Enel were the first elves to awaken at Cuivienen and that Iminyē, Tatië and Enelyë were their wives. Their names mean First, Second and Third and their Tribes (Minyar, Tatyar and Nelyar) were named after them. We have a little bit more knowledge about Imin because it is mentioned somewhere (I'm not sure where because I don't own any copies of the HoME because they're super expensive where I live) that he was pretty arrogant and proud.

And that's basically it. We don't know whether they sailed or if they remained, if they died or lived or whatever. It's all open and I love that. A blank canvas for me as a fanfiction writer (even though I don't write very regularly) to work with.

There are so many interpretations one could go with. I have seen some nice ones, like each couple being the parents to one of the high kings (and siblings of course) or I have read a fic that made it clear that Ingwë was actually Imin. I have seen different and unique takes that were fantastic in their own rights.

Now my personal thoughts are basically my own Headcanons regarding their personalities, families and fates. I'll have them under the cut because the post would get too long otherwise, also because I don't know if you'd be interested in Headcanons...

It is Olórin who finds her.

He comes to Nienna’s tower with the jar in hand - the small spider curled up at the bottom - and a small smile on his face.

Nienna cocks her head ever so slightly to the side.

“She was hiding in the eaves,” Olórin explains and puts the jar on the table. “I didn’t want to crush her.”

Nienna nods and leans forward to press a kiss to his forehead. “You can return to your duties now Olórin.”

He bows his head politely and departs, leaving Nienna alone with her new captive.

She should, of course, inform her brothers and the rest of the Valar of this development but first…

She unscrews the lid and the little spider in the bottom of the jar curls up tighter.

“Come out now.” It isn’t quite an order but it isn’t quite a request either. “I shan’t hurt you.”

It takes a great deal more coaxing before - with tentative steps - the spider crawls out and onto the table.

Nienna sinks to her knees so that she does not tower over her and rests her hands and chin against the edge of the table.

“Now what were you doing?” She asks. “I am sure that Lord Tulkas would say that this is sabotage but...” She trails off, talking more to herself than the spider. “But you are sad. I should know after all. Now why are you sad?”

The spider scuttles to the side, cowering away from her, and Nienna sighs softly.

She sits back on her heels and offers the spider her palm. “Come, let me help you.”

The spider makes no reaction apart from to scuttle back even further.

“I can help you heal. I will not tell my kin of your presence before I have helped you and neither shall Olórin.” She keeps her hand flat on the table and finally - finally - the spider creeps her way along the wood and onto Nienna’s fingertips.

Ahhhh thank you! And of course I can! Námo looks very serious and silent but he is in fact enjoying Míriel’s comentary very much.

The time lines probably don’t match up but I like to imagine she’s sitting up there watching Luthien appeal for the return of Beren and trying to prod Námo into giving him back.

41 is “Home is where the heart is” from this prompt list. I made myself do a double-drabble (200 words) so that I wouldn’t get bogged down in how and just focus on V I B E S.

The bright forest stretches as far as the eye can see; gold and silver rays fall between branches. The light seems soft, but any soul ensnared here soon finds their head aching and eyes streaming with tears as if they looked at the sun. The sound of rustling leaves and running water fills the air. As he approaches where She dwells, the screaming singing of elves surrounds him, lyrical and unending. 

There is no guard at the great tree in the heart of the forest; the tree is sufficient. He freezes as his measure is taken, the ancient mind touching his, smooth limbs brushing his body. The branches reaching towards him recede, revealing a staircase. He climbs, half willing, half compelled.

“You have come to serve, Admirable One.” He falls to his knees. He wants to gaze upon beauty bright as the morning and dark as the night, to see Her in all her terror and worship her as she deserves, but his eyes stay lowered.