Niënor Níniel, The Tear-Maiden

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Nienor was the third child of Húrin Thalion, Lord of House of Hador, and Morwen Eledhwen of the House of Bëor (of the race of Men). Her elder brother was Túrin, but her sister Lalaith died of a plague four years before Nienor’s birth. Nienor “was tall, and her eyes were blue, her hair fine gold, the very likeness in woman’s form of Húrin her father.”

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Niënor Níniel

Put “I like the view” in my ask and my character will react to yours saying that after accidentally catching mine naked.

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3 hours ago with 13,048 notes
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#meme

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elegantmalice:

*snorts* Melkor could eat him…and probably will.

Please don’t eat him…. 

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6 hours ago with 17 notes
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elegantmalice:

tearfulmaiden:

elegantmalice:

tearfulmaiden:

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*swoons*

I beg to differ.

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Differ all you want — Mine is still hotter. 

That starved little rat? Mmmmh, right.

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He is not starved! 

SEE

lordoferynlasgalen wondered,
"Kiss?"

lordoferynlasgalen:

tearfulmaiden:

lordoferynlasgalen:

tearfulmaiden:

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                      ”y Lord I—-“ 

He was not forceful, knowing her inhibitions and values, and so he placed a quick, soft butterfly kiss upon her lips before pulling back and smiling faintly. “Would my lady wish to join me on a ride today? I plan to hunt, but can forgo the sport if you simply wish to enjoy the warm sun.”

Her lips still tingled after he had pulled away. He didn’t seem to angry, or surprised: rather unfazed by it… But Nienor’s heart was beating faster than the wings of a dragonfly, and she could feel her cheeks turning red. Slowly, she nodded, “Oh— I… I would love to, but I wouldn’t want to keep you from your hunt…” 

"Nonsense, Nienor. You would keep me from nothing; though I do not know if you would enjoy a chase through the woods. Perhaps I shall save it for another day, and simply take you to the river. It is a beautiful day, after all." He took her hand lightly, touching his lips to the knuckles before winking at her flustered form. He was not ignorant to his influence on her, yet he kept his own emotions calm, not wanting to rush or frighten her. "Do you have a dress to ride in?"

She knew not of the river he spoke of, but no doubt it would e magnificent, how could it not when he was with her. She nodded again slowly, then stopped, lips parted when he brought her hand up to his lips. He winked! Nienor bit her bottom lip for a brief moment before collecting herself. “I- I will have to check… I- I could simply wear trousers if I dont…” Nienor smiled a shy smile. 

elegantmalice:

tearfulmaiden:

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*swoons*

I beg to differ.

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Differ all you want — Mine is still hotter. 

Anonymous wondered,
"*aggressively throws Amrod into inbox*"

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                       ”ello, love,”

lordoferynlasgalen wondered,
"Kiss?"

lordoferynlasgalen:

tearfulmaiden:

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                      ”y Lord I—-“ 

He was not forceful, knowing her inhibitions and values, and so he placed a quick, soft butterfly kiss upon her lips before pulling back and smiling faintly. “Would my lady wish to join me on a ride today? I plan to hunt, but can forgo the sport if you simply wish to enjoy the warm sun.”

Her lips still tingled after he had pulled away. He didn’t seem to angry, or surprised: rather unfazed by it… But Nienor’s heart was beating faster than the wings of a dragonfly, and she could feel her cheeks turning red. Slowly, she nodded, “Oh— I… I would love to, but I wouldn’t want to keep you from your hunt…” 

lordoferynlasgalen:

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lordoferynlasgalen wondered,
"Kiss?"

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                      ”y Lord I—-“ 

*swoons*

FIRST THREE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES!

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Little Loves // Closed

littlestfinwe:

tearfulmaiden:

 

Nienor held the warm bowl in her palms, still watching, and wondering. Hurin must have held her like this, one day in her past when he was still here, still with Morwen. Was this what her mother felt like, with Lalaith; her first little girl. 

Her gaze softened, cheeks pink as she looked down a moment before looking up at Amrod. “My love, you mean more to us than we can say…” her lips broke into a small smile, and she looked to Ariel, who was now pulling at Amrod’s shirt harder than before. 

He laughed at his tiny daughter, quickly wiping away a tear, and held her close. 

There was a time in his life where he never thought he would be happy again, and certainty never experience the pure joy he felt now. He owed his life to the woman in front of him. “Thank you,” he whispered, meeting his wife’s eyes. 

Seating himself once more, he adjusted to cradle the baby on his lap. 

Was that a tear? Nienor watched it slide down her husband’s cheek, just a little, as he cooed down at their little girl. She had worried if bringing a child into this world was a logical choice to make. Her curse could affect, them, or they might become ashamed of their parents— but sing Amrod so happy with the little babbling baby in his arms erased those doubts completely. 

Now her eyes felt watery, and all she did in return was smile, wide and bright. Her dinner was long forgotten, and now she sat in silence, watching as Ariel pulled and nuzzled Amrod’s shirt, occasionally trying to stuff it in her mouth.