#molisse

OCs deserve all the love. These in particular.

Syriawe and Molisse belong to @astral-aromance , Molinde is mine 💖

Molisse looked at the two women in front of her and smiled. Once again, proving that she had made the right choice.

Molinde herself had been doubtful - it had been a lot coming back to Aman and after the uproar her union with Maglor had brought, she was afraid that now that she was united to both Maglor and Syriawe would cause whatever little support she had left to vanish.

Syriawe was holding her hand tightly, her expression a bit sour, waiting for Molisse to say something, anything.

Molisse kept smiling and that smile became a grin of joy. "I believe I have just acquired not one, but two sisters, and that is making my heart joyful."

The other two looked at her with a tinge of uncertainty. "Are you... Certain you do not mind?"

Molisse held their hands. "I have no doubt about it. Molinde, I have known you since forever and I know your heart. Syriawe, we might have disagreed at the time, but that doesn't mean I care not. You both are now my best friends, and dearest sisters in law."

"What about Curufin? He's... The most unhappy. Will you be alright?"

"Curvo can suck it up, maybe he can finally grow a pair and get his head out of his golden Feanorian butt."

The three women laughed, definitely happier and more relaxed.

It is very clearly visible who is the fabric artist (and fashionable one) here... today I learned that it takes two Mols to mother a Tyelpë <333

Oh dear artist, this portrait showing my old friend Molisse shall be among my most treasured possessions! I shall show this to the Lrd of Imladris himself and of course to Lord Celebrimbor, hoping he will appreciate.

((*crying a million tears of joy* THIS IS BEAUTIFUL!!! The two Mols together! I love them both to bits - I might write a fic about them, if you are ok with it *v*

And you are right! It clearly shows who is the fabric artist and also who is the smithy! I am fairly certain that the two Mols exchanged clothes and jewels on a regular basis <3

Molisse is holding her son - she's just given birth, she's tired, Curufin is sat right next to her, positively looking exhausted as well. Little Tyelpe has not uttered a single cry for a while and the room is silent, if not for the noises of the healers and the midwife around them.

The birth was easy, fast, the child is healthy and there is no reason to be sad or doubtful. And yet Molisse can't seem to be happy about it. Neither can Curufin, but it's not something that has anything to do with little Tyelpe.

Not directly.

They planned the pregnancy, they both thought that bringing a child into the world would be the cherry on the top of the huge cake that had been their love… And now that the little one was there, they both were wondering if that had been the right choice.

Molisse in particular was bitter. She had been told to "not worry, the mother instinct will kick in", and "why do you say that youhave to give up your passions? Look at Lady Nerdanel, seven kids and not even one sculpture behind!". And yet she felt bitter, as if caring for her tiny son would be just a hindrance.

And she tries. She looks at her mother-in-law Nerdanel, asks her for advice, but she feels the frustration growing - little Tyelpe is in the forge so very near tools that could hurt him and she has to leave her work to make sure he is safe. It becomes worse when he starts walking.

Curufin is not doing any better - one would figure that being around so many siblings and cousins would help him, and yet.

After the nth argument ending up in tears, Molisse and Curufin decide that they will not have any more children - parenthood has never been something they were good at, they realize, among the several "I have made the worst decision" and "maybe I am not so much like my father".

Feanor and Nerdanel, however, truly enjoy having Tyelpe around and per se it is both a blessing and a curse.

Molisse however is the first to seek them out, if only to have a break.

And they understand.

Tyelpe grows up loved regardless and heals the distance between him and his parents the moment he wants to become a smithy - is it for true interest, or an attempt to reach out to his own parents? No one knows for certain, but Molisse rejoices.

She is the one starting to teach Tyelpe - and maybe for the first time she feels something akin to being a mother. Maybe now she can be the mother she wished to be when she first spoke with Curufin about having a child.

But it is a brief moment, a short parenthesis in an otherwise full of negative events life.

For this one I am borrowing Molisse from @astral-aromance . I need to write more about her!

"Oh, shut it." Curufin's harsh tone feels a bit like a wet blanket. In many ways he is his father's son, but Molisse is equally stubborn and by now she is used to his bouts.

"No, I will not!" She replies in more or less the same tone. She will not back down now.

"Everyone just stays around me because I am my father's son, his copy, his heir. Even my name is his." He makes a vague annoyed gesture, slouching on the nearest chair. "Why would you be different?"

Molisse is getting frustrated, she intended to confess, but she is currently getting ready for a fistfight. She takes in a deep breath and tries again - if that will not work, then she will be ready to throw down.

"I love you because it is you! What is so hard to understand? It is you, with your own ideas and trials and tribulations of constantly trying. It is you, your frown and your sarcasm! People don't see that, but I do!"

And something makes Curufin raise a brow just slightly, clear sign that Molisse is pushing the right buttons.

Maybe she is the one. Maybe all he needed was a simple "I see you".

Pls go check @astral-aromance beautiful Molisse art and lore and their precious Molisse-Molinde art!

Somehow angst cameout, because as ✨Queen of Angst✨ I truly couldn't resist. Sorry. :(

On this specific day, Molinde is sad. Very rarely it happens, but she has just come back from the Grey Havens and she is just sad.

It feels like part of her left together with Molisse, the one person that she could truly consider a friend - and yet she can't blame her for that. Celebrimbor's death did leave in her a deep scar.

In both of them, truly, but Molinde stays whilst Molisse left for the white lands of Aman.

Two ways of coping that are so different and yet. They both understand each other's choice. Just like they are not crafters in the same things, but they do understand the passion behind them.

Molinde and Molisse first met so much time before, when they both were apprentices of their own craft - Molisse coming to Molinde's teacher for mendings. Something clicked and the two had started enjoying quite a lot each other's company.

They would regularly exchange clothes and jewels.

Molinde sort of remembers being vaguely jealous at the news that her friend was going to marry one of the sons of Feanor, howeer she had been genuinely happy for her.

"Worry not, one day you will find your Prince too!" Molisse mused gently, cheering her up.

"I am kind of losing hope, Molisse. But I will try to see the bright side." She had replied with a sigh.

But in hindsight and with everything that happened Molinde knows that Molisse had been right in calling her lucky.

And Molinde did feel lucky, in a way, she got to help her friend in raising her son - she remembers fondly Celebrimbor when he was just tiny little Tyelpe.

"I feel like... Somehow I was not cut to be a mother, Molinde." Molisse confided her one time.

"Being a parent is not easy. I am sure your little one will come around!" Molinde replied cheerfully.

"Will... Will you be around him, should anything... Well, should anything happen to me and my husband?"

"Of course... What are you trying to tell me?"

And Molisse did not answer. That would be the last time she would see her, before she got re-embodied. The Oath claimed yet again more blood and Molinde took her last words as seriously as she could.

Alas, the day Sauron came disguised as Annatar and managed to go through his foul plans, what a cursed day!

She lets out a distressed sigh. Molisse got re-embodied and Molinde had to be the one telling her about Celebrimbor.

To this day she has the nagging feeling that even though her friend did not blame her at all, she really should have. She will saysorry properly when she sails to the Undying Lands too.

In the meantime, however, she has to wait. The goodbyes have been bittersweet, full of tears and hugs and Molinde has made sure she has everything Moliisse needs for her journey.

She is going to miss her friend sorely.

In a potential modern AU where Elves have social media, here I am playing with dolls again.

Molisse and Siryawe belong to @astral-aromance and Molinde is my sweet girl 💖

And here you have a glimpse of their Instagram accounts!

Molisse is unfortunately very bad at technology. So is Curvo and so is Celebrimbor. Family bonding over the choosing of the worst filter Instagram has to offer.

Molinde is all bright colors, her cat and cosy vibes, always showing off her pretty embroidery and her mum's cookies for which she stole the recipe.

((You kind of read my mind, I was gonna do one for them anyway <3 Gonna tag @astral-aromance here :3 Look, our girls!))