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Nerdanel and Ambarussa as The Last Day of Pompeii
Somewhat completed version of this sketch

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The Sons of Fëanáro
Latest portraits - Beleriand portraits.
Fëanor, Nerdanel & Celebrimbor - Children of Ñolofinwë - Ñolofinwë, Anairë & Grandchildren - Children of Arafinwë - Arafinwë, Eärwen, & Grandchildren - Finwë, Míriel, Indis & Findis, Írimë
HC:
Caranthir is the third tallest SoF, only slightly shorter than Celegorm, and he can't build muscle for the life of him. Haleth called him "her beanpole".
But literally every single one of his brothers is built like a tank, even Maglor! And then there's Moryo, who looks like a strong gust of wind would send him flying.
Titles - Fëanárions
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(Everything is Quenya. I got the words from Eldamo, and I think I put them together well enough.)
Fëanáro
Hwindaran - the Mad King
Aranáro - the Fire King
Liëaran - the People's King
Naitëhildë - the True Heir
Táriyon - the Queen's Son
Therindion - the Broideress' Son
Aranaitë - the True King
Maitimo
Ercambo - the One Handed
Formemacil - the Northern Sword
Formenáro - the Northern Fire
Formenoro - the Northern Mountain
Narthilmo - the White Fire
Entuloico - the Returned Corpse
Aranaitë - the True King
Valariandëaran - the King of Beleriand
Valariandecundo - the Guardian of Beleriand
Morimól - the Thrall of Darkness
Imnahtana - the Self Slain
Húnarindo - the Cursed Man
Macalaurë
Lindo - the Singer
Sercelindo - the Blood Singer
Macillindo - the Sword Singer
Roquen - the Horseman
Hatallindo - the Spear Singer
Formennorndo - the Northern Runner
Ranyando - the Erratic Wanderer
Laitëatar - the False Father (Elrond and Elros will smack anyone who uses this)
Tyelcormo
Oromendur - Servant of Oromë
Sercendur - Servant of Blood
Hravano - the Wild Beast
Tyelpemacil - the Silver Sword
Tyelpefaramo - the Silver Hunter
Aranehtar - the King Slayer
Hínanehtar - the Child Slayer
Carnistir
Atandil - Friend/Lover of Men
Therindo - the Broiderer
Aharo - the Furious
Laureleper - Golden Fingers
Morimo - the Dark One
Curufinwë
Curwë - the Skilled/Crafter/Inventor
Tornangaquar - Steel Fist
Pityaran - the Little King
Tornanganamba - Steel Hammer
Tornangaran - Steel King
Telperinquar
Curwë - the Skilled/Crafter/Inventor
Cormahto - the Ringmaker
Sercenca - the Bloodless
Ambarto and Ambarussa
Onóna - the Twins
Laicundo - the Guardians of the Laiquendi
Hravanor - the Wild Beasts
I swear I wanted to post something else but the heart does what he heart wants! ⸜(ˊᗜˋ)⸝
I hope you like this take on #Ambarussa 💙

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Did Fëanor ever ask for his sons’ forgiveness in the Halls of Mandos?
Yes, immediately
Yes, after a short while
Yes, but only after a very long time
Yes, but not until the end of days
No, never
@feanorianweek day 6: ambarussa
day 12: scones 🥐
"We made some scones!”
Káno, who had been in the middle of playing a dramatic nocturne on the piano, turned to see the Ambarussa behind him—holding a plate of exquisite pastries.
Káno’s mouth watered. He snatched a few scones and stuffed them in his mouth. They were both sweet and soft. He savored every bite.
“Pityo, Telvo, your cooking will never fail to impress me,” Káno exclaimed, licking the crumbs off his fingers. “It surpasses even Ammë’s!”
Pityo grinned. “Thank you, hanno!”
Telvo frowned, glancing at the piano. “When was the last time you ate?”
Káno didn’t answer that.
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"We made some scones!”
Maglor, who had been in the middle of composing another depressing stanza of the Nolodantë, turned to see Elrond and Elros behind him—holding a plate of exquisite pastries.
“These look wonderful, you two!” Maglor said. His eyes narrowed. “We’re on rations. Where did you get sugar?”
“Atto took care of it,” Elros said impatiently. “Come on, just try one!” he exclaimed.
Maglor laughed and took one.
He ate it.
The twins looked at him eagerly.
“Pityo, Telvo, this tastes wonderful!” Káno exclaimed.
Elrond cocked his head. “Who?”
Maglor blinked.
“Sorry, I—…just lost in thought.”
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"hanno" - "brother", informal
"ammë" - "mother", informal
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