#nerdanelthewise

The Feanorian household was rather empty.. or seemed to be so at least. Finrod suspected that his uncle and Curufin were away working in the forges, Celegorm probably was out, the twins as well from the looks of it. All he had seen there was Maitimo who had let him in before leaving, and Caranthir who barely glanced up from where he sat. When asked where Nerdanel was, Carnistir simply pointed behind him to the rest of the large house... rather vague.. but it would have to do and Findarato thanked him none the less. 

These past several weeks he had tried his hand at carving and couldn’t quite get it right. He wanted to make a gift for someone carved from crystal, and while his aunt normally carved much larger things of different rocks, he hoped a rocked veined with crystals could be worked with. So far his attempts had resulting in the rock breaking.

“ Aunt Nerdanel?” Finrod called through the house, not sure where in the mansion she could be but was insistent on searching for her, hopefully she wasnt busy or he would come back later. “ Aunt Nerdanel are you here?” he called again around the corner, slowly making his way to her work shop during his search.

*flushes very red and stares for a good ten minutes*

[text] wow

[text] I mean….wow

“Then let them catch us,” he groaned, lifting his lips from her neck and pressing his forehead longingly against her own.

Every day the moment drew nearer, and every day the impulse to flee into the wilderness became stronger and stronger. Neither he nor Lúthienwanted this union, yet their fathers in their blindness insisted that it was the perfect match and not to be wasted…and how Fëanárohad raged at Finwë. Let his father marry the woman himself if he wished - surely the Valar would grant him permission for two wives, just as they had been so giving before.

“Perhaps they’ll come to their senses and call off this Valar-cursed wedding,” he sighed, closing his eyes and burying himself into Nerdanel’s hold. “I will be in disgrace of course, but it would be worth that small trouble.”

Send “Heated Azure” to find my muse naked in a Hot Spring

Steam rose from the water as Fëanárosoaked his aching muscles, sighing contentedly, his eyes half closed. The water of the spring was hotter than was tolerable for some, but he loved the heat; it seeped through his skin and into his bones, warming him to the core. After days of labour, it was nice to indulge in some luxury.

The sound of footsteps shook him out of his lazy bliss, and he looked up to find his wife at the edge of the pool. He smiled, straightening up a little in his relaxed position and letting the water roll off his torso.

“Dearest wife,” he said with a relaxed smile. “You look weary and tense, and the water is particularly warm tonight. Won’t you join me?”

*wraps arms around, lifts her up easily and kisses her face*