#nerdanel x reader

Caranthir: You have to drag him to the court every time. Get him some vitamin D and fresh air. He whines and bemoans the loss of his comfortable nooks, but once he's outside? He actually enjoys it. Will he complain the entire time? Absolutely. Annoyingly, he gets good at it way faster than you do. That doesn't stop the resistance he puts up every single time.

Celegorm: He genuinely enjoys pickleball. He loves being outside, so when you find a sport you like, he's in. He's cocky about it too. Rules? Points? Who needs those? In his books, whoever hits the ball to the other side is winning. He's smashing shots, skidding across the court, booing every time he loses. He's in his element. But here's the secret, he'll let you win (mostly) because he actually likes playing with you. He's not about to risk you rage quitting.

Thranduil: He judges you for going to play without him. Then he announces a whole ass tournament for Greenwood the Great. Makes it doubles so you have to beg him to join. He agrees after displaying immense smugness about being your partner. He'll glare the opponents away and win that tournament. Fair and square can go drown.

Nerdanel (xoxoxo❤️❤️😘😘💋💋🫦🫦🥺🥺 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️): She joins you. With her glorious arms. Ones that might have inspired Michelangelo's ladies in the Sistine Chapel. You've not hit a single shot. You almost forget to swing, lost instead in her laughter, her curls fighting against their braids, her hands gripping the paddle. You gulp. And if you bend down to pick up the ball more than necessary, well, that's no one's business.

Feanor: He is, as always, INTENSE. You both don't even talk while playing. He has epic battle music playing in his earphones. He's already challenged half of Valinor and placed wagers, sworn oaths. He will train you. Drill you into proper stretches, warming up with laps. This is way more than just a game.

The sound of shattering stone fills the halls of the house. It’s intermittent, every few hours the crack of stone being broken into pieces breaking the silence.

They’re almost all gone now.

Every bust, every statue, every likeness now in pieces. They lay in crumbled ruin, nothing more than unrecognizable lumps of stone where once ornate craftsmanship shone. Every statue that bore his face now lies in pieces, much like your lady’s heart.

You find her where you often do, knelt before the painting, her head in her hands as she weeps. All nine of them portrayed at their best, back when the twins were still young. The shining faces of her sons, her beloved husband. Now there is only her left. They’ve gone, and she’s resigned herself to the knowledge that they won’t be coming back.

You approach her quietly, stepping over the crumbled stone she refuses to be cleaned. Paths of dust line the halls, footprints left from crushing rock underfoot. She won’t allow the pieces to be removed, as if it’s a finality she can’t accept yet. Fëanor and her sons are gone.

You kneel beside her trembling form, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders. She leans into your touch, letting you wrap yourself around her. Her head rests on your chest, your cheek resting against her russet hair. Tears dampen the front of your dress, but you care not. Your lady is in pain, and you wish you could ease it for her.

You hold her as long as she needs, her tears eventually slowing until she is reduced to sniffles. Her hand grips your arm with surprising strength, as if she’s clinging to you like you’re the one keeping her tied to the earth. You are, in a way. You have been, since Fëanor was first exiled, when they grew estranged.

“I am leaving.” She says, her voice trembling. “I can bear this place no longer.” She lifts herself so she’s kneeling before you, the blanket falling from her shoulders as she reaches out to cup your cheek. “I would have you come with me.”

“I will follow you where you will take me.” You say without hesitation.

She smiles despite the tears still shining in her eyes. “You have always been so loyal to me.” She moves closer, pressing her forehead against yours. “Had things been different…” She sighs, pulling back. “I take you not as a handmaid, but as someone more dear to me. I would have you near to me, if only to ease the pain in my soul.”

“Perhaps it might be best to visit the Halls of Nienna.” You suggest, voicing the thought that’s been in your mind since the day this house fell into ruin. “Perhaps her comfort might ease some of the pain.”

“No,” Nerdanel shakes her head. Her lip trembles, as if she might cry again. “You are the only one that lightens my heart.” She takes your hand, lifting it to her face. She leans her cheek into your palm, her face still damp with tears. “Had I not been foolish in my youth, perhaps I could have saved myself this heartbreak.”

“My lady, I don’t-”

“Nerdanel.” She interrupts you. “You have known me long enough to drop the honorifics.”

“If you are certain…” you say hesitantly.

“I am.” She says, cupping your chin. “I have cared for you deeply for far longer than you know. I keep you close because I was afraid, because I lacked the courage to do what I wanted, the fearlessness to act.” She drops her hand, turning back to the painting. Grief paints her face, a tear sliding down her cheek. “I loved Fëanor, and a part of me always will. I will carry this grief for the rest of my life, and the grief for my sons.”

You bravely reach forward, wiping the tear from her cheek. “There is nothing wrong with that. You spent many years with him. You bore him seven sons. I would be more worried if you didn’t grieve. I still think perhaps seeking comfort in the Halls of Nienna is a good idea.”

Nerdanel smiles a sad smile as she stands, pulling you with her. She holds your hands, stroking your knuckles with her calloused thumbs. Hands rough from years of carving stone. “You are all I need.” She whispers, bringing your hands to her lips.

You catch yourself before you call her by her honorific, remembering her words earlier. “Nerdanel…” it feels odd after many years calling her by her name. You have not done so since you both were young. “We cannot. You are still mourning, your feelings are confused.”

“I have never been more certain.” She says, her eyes bright. “I loved you before I loved him. But if you do not share the same feelings, then all I ask is you remain by my side, and I will keep this love to myself.”

“I-” you inhale sharply, unsure of where your heart lies. You love her, yes, but so soon after losing her husband, her sons? You cannot be certain she is not seeking a way to numb the pain of her loss. You will not lower yourself to such a position, but the way she looks at you...the way she has always looked at you… “I need time.” You finally say. “And so do you. I would not dream of leaving your side, though.” You drop one of her hands, daring to brush your fingers across her cheek, wiping away some of the remaining tears. “You will always have me.”

She steps closer, leaning her forehead against yours. Her eyes flutter closed, her breathing slowing. She grips your other hand tightly, as if you’re the only thing holding her together, like she might shatter into pieces like the stone she has broken with her hammer should she let go.

- You shared the news with your family, who were happy and eager to have a new member in the family. Melo’s mother was also thrilled by the news. 

- Your pregnancy had its challenges, many times you got afraid that something was wrong with your little one, but with Melo by your side and your family supporting you through – all went well and the day finally arrived when your water broke and you welcomed your little boy to the world. 

- Your labor was a rough one, but your son was born healthy and you made it through without heavy effects on your health. 

- Melo cried when he held your son. He did not mind watching over your child while you took your hard-earned rest.

- As you wanted to keep the moment to yourself, you did not immediately invite your family to meet your son. They respected your decision, especially when you assured them that the labor went well and that you were fine. They patiently waited as you rested and when you were well enough to walk again, you brought your son to meet them with Melo. 

- Your parents and Melo’s mother were thrilled to meet their grandson. Your brothers were curious and gentle when holding their new nephew. Your uncles and cousins sent gifts and congratulations when they heard the news, happy that your labor went well and that your son was born healthy. 

- Your father kept asking if you suffered any lingering effects from the labor, and it took a lot of assurance that you were right. You knew from your mother that he had always been wary when it came to childbirth, due to the death of his mother, so you did not feel overwhelmed by his worry. 

- The meeting went well, although, one funny thing that happened was that your son seemed to take a keen liking to his grandfather, radiating the same energy and mimicking his judgmental expression when something silly happened. 

- This earned some chuckles and jokes about how your son was becoming like mini Feanor.

- You and Melo stayed with your family for a few days, trying to gain new bearings with your son now as your responsibility and learning to take care of him with your parents as your guide. 

- It was challenging, but your parents and Melo’s mother were good teachers. The gifts from your cousins and other necessary items provided by your parents also eased your start to parenthood and you and Melo finally felt ready to do it yourselves. 

- You returned to your own house and began the next chapter of your life with your son as part of your small family. 

- Thanks to the things you learned from your family, raising your son was not a difficult task, and every day became a cherished memory. 

- Occasionally, when you and Melo wanted a break or have some alone time, you would call in your family to babysit your son. The twins and Celegorm really wanted to be the fun uncles, so they were always up for the task. With them, your son was never bored. Sometimes, you leave your son with your parents who were always delighted to spend time with their grandson. 

Your cheeks grew warm under the compliment she bequeathed. Normally, one would frown at a remark, but you understood it came from a place she had kept frozen for many years after her heart had been broken. All you could do was feel touched that she was willing to be generous with her compliments on such a jovial day made for you. “Happy that my strangeness is touching,” you cheered.

Gathering all the utensils out of the basket and setting them beside the cake, she counted and checked all the items to ensure you had everything before you commenced the celebration. Her lips moved at the speed of light as she whispered and her finger pointed to each item while you just stared at her motherly behaviour. You hadn’t been fortunate to witness her softness during the early months of your meet and greet, but as time rolled by, you experienced her care and less of her pain.

“It is strange that you are still celebrating your begetting day as an adult. Most people stop after turning fifty—are you waiting for a particular time to cut your cake?” Her viridian eyes sparkled as they flashed upwards to inquire. They were filled with more life than you could remember seeing. What started out as dull and lifeless when you first saw her, became emerald gems whenever you were around, and she bore no embarrassment in revealing what your presence had done for her.

“True, but I am not like most people and secondly, I am a mortal who magically fell into your backyard. I’m like your Fairy Godmother who came to whisk you into happiness,” you laughed with a playful eye roll and a wave of your hand, knowing that her face held confusion at your choice of words. “Consider this a surprised wish, spending my birthday with me. An extra slice of happiness for us both.”

Grinning, she said nothing at first as she reached for the glasses and the bottle of wine to fill each. Ensuring that your glass was less than hers, Nerdanel’s hand outstretched to present your drink and gift you a warm smile to accompany your beverage. Then, she carefully whispered once you took your glass, “Then a blessed Happy Birthday to you and thank you for sharing your day with me. I do hope my gift can outdo what my presence brings.”

Turning to face her, your heart grew warm and was reflected in your face once you knocked your glass with hers. “Don’t worry about that! There is no one better to share my birthday with. Let’s drink this out, cut the cake together and then see what gift you brought.”

Masterlist:

It had not been long since you began been the assistant of Mahtan’s daughter Nerdanel. She was a fine woman – of not only her talent, but of her looks. You could not understand why many were talking ill of her freckles, you had found them beautiful, coating across her soothe skin with her muscles.

They were no lying when speaking of her strength as is for sure – her strength never ceased to surprise you. Sometimes you wondered if she was secretly a maia or part maia, but all you received from your mistress was that her father had been a student of the might craftsman and lord, Aulë.

Oh. . .and you received bundles amount of sweet aching pleasures for being your mistress’s good little assistant.

Currently you were sat on a chair. . .barely able to concentrate as she watched you with the cunning eyes of a hawk, especially since you were asked to wear a scarily thin dress, which could be highly considered at a night dress, but even then. . .

You had already pooled inside your panties from the ways her eyes watched you, before she began to sculpt your perfectly sweet figure as she, your mistress, loved to call it.

A moment ago, she had asked you to fix your hair – you were in the middle of doing so, still being watched by her.

Then suddenly, her finger hooks under your chin and she sets the mirror down on the edge of the seat. She tugs her finger up carefully and you stand from your seat –  but Nerdanel leans down quick enough to kiss your lips and you stumble back down to the chair, never expecting the kiss.

Her firm hands find your hips then fell them down to your ass, squeezing harshly and pulling you up again.

Clumsily, you trip forward against her, but Nerdanel steadies you. She leads you towards the small bedroom she had built into her workplace. . .specifically for you.

The back of your knees meet with the edge of her bed and you sit back into the soft mattress. Nerdanel pulls back for a moment to release herself off her apron, then her soft blouse, leaving herself in her trousers for you.

You lean forward and kiss her freckled stomach, peppering kisses upwards while you unbutton her trousers and pull them down to her ankles – it wasn’t usual for Nerdanel to let to you take the lead, so you were grabbing onto whatever you possibly could.

Nerdanel reaches down and untie your dress. She pushes its sleeves off your shoulders and eagerly pulls it down to your waist.

Then, with a hand on your shoulder –  she pushes you down the bed and you easily move backwards atop of it so Nerdanel can pull that scarily thin dress from your hips.

She tosses it onto the foot of the bed and runs her hands up your thighs.

Nerdanel delivers a spank to the side of your ass. Then with a swift wave of her hand she pushes aside whatever pencils and sketchbooks containing erotic drawings of you from the bed – ending them toppling down to the floor.

You move further backwards onto her bed and Nerdanel climbs on. She begins at your knees, parting your thighs slowly as she moves up your body. . .slowly.

Nerdanel nips at your inner thighs – sucking at your skin and running her tongue up anywhere she could.

Her hands find your ass again and she lifts you up from the bed momentarily – so she could nudge her nose against your clothed clit. She grins at your muffled whimper and nips at your hip teasingly.

She peppers wet kisses up your stomach and up to the valley of your breasts.

Her hands on your ass move up your body and find the ties of your bra – taking it off and tossing it somewhere behind her. She gropes your breasts with both hands and moans appreciatively.

Nerdanel pinches your nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

Her grin widens.

“My sweet. . .look how wonderful you are. . .under me.”

Your mistress muses and plays with your tits in her hands –  massaging them thoroughly and tugging at your nipples.

She straddles your hips and rolls them forward slightly to rub her clothed pussy against your thigh.

Nerdanel pushes your breasts together and leans down to flick her tongue across each of your nipples.

She kisses your breasts and then your painfully erect nipples –  making you shudder. Her lips wrap around one of your buds, suckling at you and raking her teeth against you.

Your back lifts from the bed, pushing your breasts further against Nerdanel’s face as you moan out.

Her free hand gropes your tit – her thumb having a particularly enjoyable time playing with your nipple.

“Does it feel good? When I touch you, my sweet little assistant?”

She asks – looking up at you.

You hum out in response – because you can’t manage any real words.

Nerdanel grins at your incapacity and switches breasts.

Her saliva cools your other nipple in her mouth’s wake. Her other hand takes hold of one of yours and brings it up to your breast – making you fondle yourself.

The speed of her hips quicken and Nerdanel’s lips release from your nipple to moan out – her exhale warm against your skin.

She straightens herself and moves to sit on your lower stomach – detaching her cunt from your thigh.

She reaches back and unties her own bra.

Your cheeks and ears become warm, a flustered mess as her tits push against your face when Nerdanel leans down and kisses your forehead.

“You can touch mommy’s breasts, my sweet doll – do not be shy.”

 She utters against your forehead – then sitting up and running her hands up your chest.

Mommy. . .that was new, but you certainly were not against it.

You reach up and press your hands to her breasts like she asked – your fingers squeezing around them and making Nerdanel moan out.

Her hips begin rolling forward against your stomach – as she craves friction once more.

She squeezes your tits again – paying special attention to your hardened buds.

Her hand reaches down between the two of you and pulls your panties down your legs.

Cold fingers press against your bare cunt and a small smile form on Nerdanel’s lips at the shudder that runs through your body at the contact.

She draws wide circles against your clit – her middle finger slowly entering and exiting your hole. She traces your opening with the pad of her finger while her free hand plays with your hair.

“You’re truly beautifully pretty, Y/N. . .”

She says – looking down at your naked body.

Her fingers release their hold on your hair and she runs her fingers through the valley of your breasts – all while you squirm below her.

“So perfect. These beautiful breasts and your young body. By the Valar, even at your age, I never looked like this. . .”

“You’re. . . beautiful too, Nerdanel.”

you manage to say through your whimpers.

She smiles at that – but her thoughts are indiscernible.

“Come here, sweet one.”

Nerdanel purred as she pulled and sat straight against the headboard - then gently you and guides you into her lap without any kind of resistance from you.

You fidget in her lap.

“I will kiss you, alright - my sweet little assistant?”

You did not even wait for her - instead surges forward to crash your lips against hers plump awaiting lips.

Nerdanel lets out a little surprised noise before she kisses you back properly - she moved her lips against yours and rested her hands on your hips.

She lets you lead for a bit -well that is until you do get a bit too bold for her liking - which causes she grips your hips harder as a warning.

She was in charge, not you - and she was going to make that very clear. 

Without wasting a moment later - she dominates the kiss.

You tangle your fingers in her bright red hair - pulling off the little clip that held her hair and tossed it somewhere - neither of you caring where it went.

When you pull away it is because you need to breathe - your chest is heaving and you’re a little dazed.

Nerdanel coos and reaches up to cup your face.

“Do you need a little break, sweetheart, hm? Why, mommy’s girl does look a bit flustered.”

She was teasing you - with one finger tracing your bottom lip - her her hand pinching one of your sweet nipples.

“I’m not–” 

You say - grumbling in pleasure and pain.

It was then Nerdanel pushing a thumb into your mouth.

Instantly - you sucked softly on her thumb, which had been the right decision when she hums in approval.

The two of you easily fall into this rhythm - like you were meant for each other.

You both knew exactly what the other wanted and you’d do anything to please her while she’d do anything to keep you happy.

You sat there naked on her thighs as she played with you - sucking sweetly on her thumb.

“We’ve had a long day, sweetness? You did so well sitting still and pretty for me - you deserve a reward, don’t you?”

You nod, looking at her pleadingly and whining softly.

“What is it, hmm?”

Nerdanel pulls her thumb out - you chase after it slightly until you realize that maybe she wants you to speak.

Your breath catches in your throat though - when her other hand trails down and cups your cunt.

“Do you want me to touch you again - is that it?”

“Mistress, please!”

You whimper.

Nerdanel greedily gropes at your breasts again for a moment.

“So pretty . . .”

she mumbles - leaning in to kiss and mark your sweet neck with her teeth.

You moan softly and you clutch at her sweater.

Nerdanel’s hands on you feel better the more and more she touched you.

She’s not too rough - but she’s not too soft either. She touches you with the perfect amount of force that makes your head spin. 

“You make things so hard for mommy, sweetheart. It’s like you’re trying to torture me.”

Nerdanel cooed - her eyes greedily taking you in.

“I just like to look nice for you, mommy. Is that wrong?”

She didn’t answer - instead pulled you into a kiss.

Her hands find themselves on your hips again - as her tongue finds its way into your mouth, gaining dominance over you once again.

Your hands were in her red hair again.

Her hands push in between the both of you - her fingers ghosting over your slit again - you gasp filling her ears with music.

Her eyes open - to see your reaction.

“Please. . .”

You whine - your hands now dropping to her shoulders.

“Shh, mommy will give you what you want, sweet one.”

She said - once again beginning to rub circles against your clit - hears you’re all whimpers and whines as she continues.

Her other hands plays with your nipples once again - playing your body to her desire.

“Please, mommy. . .”

You whimper pathetically

It seemed she takes pity on you as she pushes two fingers into your drooling hole.

Nerdanel curses under her breath and lips her lips

“By the valar. . . mommy’s girl so wet? Is this all for me?”

She smirked.

You nod - desperately wanting her to move her fingers.

“Yes mommy!”

You attempt.

Before you can bounce on her fingers - she begins thrusting her fingers in and out.

In an angle that forced - the heel of her palm to press against your clit.

You bite down on your bottom lip - as you break into a moaning mess.

“That’s it, my sweetness.”

Nerdanel breathes - taking in the sight in front of her with eager eyes as your breasts move and jolt in front of her face perfectly.

Then suddenly - she had pinned down again - one hand instantly holding your wrists together - the other still pumping two fingers in and out of you.

“You take my fingers so well.”

She praises - curling her fingers inside of you.

You reward and respond her with a particularly high pitched moan and she immediately pulls out - delivering a nice slap to your aching pussy - causing your knees to try and close and a cry of pain and pleasure to leave your lips.

But she did not allow it - holding them down too, before diving to fingers into you again - recommencing that perfect pace.

Something about having you like this drives Nerdanel wild.

Being able to hear your moans and cries - the expression on your face makes her almost spins her head with desire. 

Her mouth finds your breasts again - sucking them and biting down on them hard.

“Nerdanel!”

You moan loudly - when she simultaneously grinds the heel of her palm against your clit and presses against the sensitive spot inside you.

Hearing her name - causes her to pull out again and deliver another firm slap to your pussy.

Nerdanel coos to the sound of your sweet cries.

“That will be mommy, do not forget that, sweet one!”

She warned - her fingers once again drilling into you.

She was teasing you close to that - making you chase it before you blinding you with an aching pleasure only to start again.

“Shh- Mommy’s got you, sweetheart. Be a good little girl for mommy.”

She said - picking up the pace of her fingers and sucking at your breasts again.

She releases your wrists - and guides your hand in between your bodies to her pussy.

Your fingers ghosting over her causes her to moan.

Feeling powerful - your fingers encircle her clit all the while he fingers pump in and out of you.

She was already soaking because of you - so you instantly push in two fingers into her, carrying the pace she had over you.

She lifts to meet your lips - kissing you passionately as you each moved to the perfect rhythm the two of you created.

The two of you muffle your moans as you fasten the pace together.

“Come now, make a mess for mommy”

Nerdanel’s words tip you over the edge with the help of her skilled fingers - she had guided you through your orgasm.

That the sight of you - she came seconds later all over your fingers.

The both of you were breathing hard - her weight still on you.

Your droopy eyelids keep closing on their own accord - because the exhaustion slowly starts taking over the both of you.

Though - just before you can drift off into sleep - your felt Nerdanel’s hand reaches over to hold yours - and her tired voice breaks the serene silence:

“Im very happy you're the one by my side, my sweet little assistant. . .”

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❄ ·⊰ RULES:

୧ *·˚ ❝The same rules apply as before, but here are a few new ones to ensure fun and safety ┆↰

❄ There's a limit of one question per ask please because Nerdanel is very busy (building gifts for her 8 membered family). However, there is no limit on the number of asks from one person.

❄ You can ask her NSFW questions, however you must be 18+ to do this and these questions will be tagged accordingly.

❄ Will you like your letter to be privately send to your inbox so no one else can see, please state so in the ask with emoji:🤫

❄ Anons are allowed, however it would be more personalized if you wish to reveal yourself and as said before no one but Nerdanel will know who are if you choose the option above.

❄ Don't forget to have asks enabled if you choose the option of secret letters. DMs are too clustered and Nerdanel doesn't really like it. You can reply her privately too if so you want :)

❄ We know people love her unconditionally, both pre-oath and post-oath, but for this holiday season, please only pre-oath!

❄ If you could kindly follow and reblog, it would be great so more people can know about this <3

❄ ·⊰ PROMPTS:

Dearest Nerdanel, can you send me:

😲- a letter with a secret; the ladies love to gossip. Or would you like to know one of Nerdanel's secret recipes? Like her personal hot chocolate recipe that even Fëanáro doesn't know but tries to steal a second mug of it. Or do you want to share a secret with her?

🥰- an emotional support message? We all know Nerdanel is certainly one of the best at giving advice and this is why we had the option of secret letters, what advice would you like from her, it can be anything. She'll hug you and cry with you; kindly wipe your tears. Even ask Carnistir to knit you something or anything from herself or one of her other sons :)

💌- send her a love letter (describe 2 things about yourself anything you love about her). Word of advice, just don't let Fëanáro see you.

📝- ask her any question (the option is limitless, it can be anything about her sons, what they like for or to do for Christmas, how to make them swoon, how does she keep her husband's fire under check if the Ñolofinwë's or Arafinwë's family come over? Anything!).

🔥 - a very naughty letter (18+ only; choose a prompt if you like), again and big time, do NOT let Fëanáro see you.

🎅 - a gift from her (Nerdanel will make you something special, just let her know your favorite color and share one thing or more about you).

❄ ·⊰ NOTES:

Have fun and enjoy.

Pretty aesthetic by @sorisooyaa as per usual :)

-Being a Feanorian is quite good, but sometimes your Father Feanor has some work to do as prince of the Noldor and future king, and the days pass and the weeks pass and your brothers and mother also have their own stuff to do not paying attention to family

-But there’s a night where all the family comes together and that is the “Feanorian family’s game night”, (The name was placed by the Ambraussa), the night is supposed to be full of fun, games, food, and most importantly family bonding

-Each member of the family is designated to bring something for the night for example Maedhros brings the blankets and pillows, Maglor brings his harp, Celegorm brings a bunch of tasty snacks, Caranthir and Curufin bring a lot of different types of games, card games, board games, any game!

-The Ambraussa alongside Celegorm bring the food, they bring sweet food such as cookies or cake, and they also bring other things like sandwiches and stuff like that

-Feanor doesn’t bring food or blankets, he brings a gift for each member of the family, obviously crafted by him cause he is very proud of his skills, rather it be a new dagger or sword for the boys or a luxurious necklace or bracelet for your mom, you can rather recibe any of them

-When the night starts and the games begin you need to be prepared for brother rivalry cause this night is going to have a lot

-Maedhros is the one to read the rules for the whole family even though no one is paying attention to him, he sticks to the rules in every moment of the game and will remind the rules every once in a while. Maglor is just enjoying the time with his family, he mainly stays close to his mother cause she is also relaxed as him, he don’t care about the games, he just wants to have a good time

-Celegorm is a whole another story, he is actually paying attention to game and he basically declares war to the whole family on the game, here is where his Feanorian temper is shown. The one to follow Celegorm’s competition is Caranthir, he is also very competitive in the game, and he is constantly asking Maedhros the rules cause he wants to be prepared when Celegorm somehow cheats on the game

-Curufin is playing the game but his attention is more focused on the delicious food, he’ll be eating all the tasty snacks while he plays the game. The Ambraussa are just laughing at everything, at Celegorm’s and Caranthir’s competition, how Maedhros grows stressed with all the rules, how many food can Curufin eat, and how Maglor and Nerdanel are just not paying attention to anything

-Feanor probably will be playing the game and if one of his sons is actually being competitive towards him... just prepare for a passionate father playing against his sons. You can rather hang with all of them or like Maglor stick with one of them, but make sure you spend time with all of them cause that’s what the night is for

-Maglor will also sing for you and play the harp for the whole family to listen, and he might invite you to sing with him. When the family is tired of playing games the focus will be on the food, and if you got luck Curufin will actually leave you food to eat. The food goes from desserts to salty food.

-Expect a deep talk late at night with the whole family, all of the feanorians will get around a circle with lots of blankets and pillows and will talk about everything, the topics are very variated, for example what the family have done this days, an upcoming feast, how to prank uncle Nolofinwe, and some terrible jokes of Celegorm

-Probably the first one to fall asleep is Maglor and the last one is probably Celegorm or the Ambraussa cause they are way to active, the next day everyone will wake up and will see the mess of the last night but that won’t stop your father from ordering breakfast there for all of the family

-Spending a family night with the Feanorians is one of the benefits of being a Feanorian, and the fun part is that it has a lot family bonding