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«Fëanor, where are you taking me?» Nerdanel laughed under her breath, as they rushed through the passages of the city, between the buildings, under the arches of the main roads, always taking the narrowest path to make sure they were not seen. The golden light of Laurelin waned over the roofs of Tirion as the young elves ran silently along.
Fëanor stopped abruptly behind the corner of the last main road, and held her tight against him, as they waited for a couple of guards to pass them by unnoticed. His smile was excited and mysterious as always, and it made her heart race in her chest.
«It is not long now. Follow me,» he whispered in her ear and it sent tingles down her neck. His voice deep, melodious and his breath warm against her skin. His firm hand grasped hers as they ran on, over the wide, brick road and past the last row of houses before they entered the forest.
«What is this place?» Nerdanel awed as they passed the first few trees and stood suddenly in the clearing of a temple. All about them stood columns and worn shrines in a small circle.
«It is the first temple of the Valar, the first temple created in honour of them, before we even knew much about them, save them having taken us to this wondrous land,» Fëanor caressed one of the columns as he spoke, but then his eyes turned to hers again, and he took her hand. «But I wanted to show you this,» he laughed as he dragged her after him and they turned the corner to find a big, open fountain and pool, leaning against one of the walls. It was overgrown with branches and vegetation, but the fountain still spewed water from the hands of the statue of Ulmo, standing on a stair of waterfall.
Nerdanel stood enchanted for a moment, gazing upon the marvellous place, then she laughed and walked towards the fountain. «It is beautiful, Fëanor,» she leaned over the edge and caressed the water with her fingertips.
«It is forgotten, after the construction of the city and the grand temples. No one comes here anymore, and yet I find a strange serenity here, standing in the presence of the Valar as perceived by my father and his kin when they first settled here.» He exhaled, as if breathing this air would rid him of his worries of the world. «Father said that mother would come here ere my birth, that she never found peace in the new temples. I understand now. This is an honest place.»
«Then I am honoured to be allowed to witness it with you,» Nerdanel spoke softly and took his hand. Fëanor’s thoughtful expression broke in a smile that lit up his face, before a mischievous grin took its place.
Without forewarning he gave her a soft push so that she fell backwards into the fountain with a scream that made birds take flight from the neighbouring trees. Fëanor laughed loudly, leaning on the edge of the pool to keep his balance.
Nerdanel stood up quickly, gasping and heaving for breath, her raiment and hair drenched through. When she saw Fëanor standing there laughing, she pouted, grasped his shirt and dragged him into the pool as well. As he stood up, his shirt ripped and his hair hanging down his face with water, he couldn't but continue laughing, and they spent a minute playing and wrestling in the water, until they both were spent.
They stood breathing exhausted, both holding their gazes locked. Fëanor had his old, kind smile lighting his face, for he had no more will nor power to be mischievous in the presence of such a beautiful creature.
He raised a hand to remove some of her hair hanging over her face, and she laid her hand on his wrist as he did so. The sensation of their skin touching was magical, sending warm sparks down their spines. Carefully Nerdanel let her other hand touch his, and their fingers interlaced as perfectly as if they were created to belong together.
They were both young, she more so than him, and this was their first moment alone together.
It was perhaps the rising of the light of Telperion and enchanting hour of the trees’ interlaced light that spurred their own hearts, and it was then that Fëanor leaned down and the young elves shared a kiss for the very first time. The kiss that would seal their fates forever.This got a little longer than expected, but I just had to write a little piece to accomodate this drawing, so that you would understand what was going on and everything!^^ (also let me know if you want me to write more on this.. I would not be against it, even if my schedule is limited these days!^^')

That being said, this has definitly been one of my most fun, hard, exhausting, irritating, and educational drawings I've done in a while. And just because I had a "spontanious" idea.. Oh well, I cant say anything else than that I'm extremely happy with this. It couldnt have been any better, especially since I suck at background, and this time I spent more time ont the background than the actual characters.. Imagine that! I know its not perfect, perspectively, anatomically or anything, but I hope you like it! (and again I apologize for crappy quiality.. thats how it is when you live at a dorm....) And yes these are very young Fëanor and Nerdanel, before they even got together as you might have understood from the little fic

Thats one of my major projects finished... two to go! (and of course Ill start new big drawings now that this one's finished... Im such a masochist!)

Nerdanel and Fëanor (C) J.R.R. Tolkien

Art (C) Me/ingvild-s(deviantart)/ingvildschageart(tumblr)/Iggys_art(instagram)

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Description
«Fëanor, where are you taking me?» Nerdanel laughed under her breath, as they rushed through the passages of the city, between the buildings, under the arches of the main roads, always taking the narrowest path to make sure they were not seen. The golden light of Laurelin waned over the roofs of Tirion as the young elves ran silently along.
Fëanor stopped abruptly behind the corner of the last main road, and held her tight against him, as they waited for a couple of guards to pass them by unnoticed. His smile was excited and mysterious as always, and it made her heart race in her chest.
«It is not long now. Follow me,» he whispered in her ear and it sent tingles down her neck. His voice deep, melodious and his breath warm against her skin. His firm hand grasped hers as they ran on, over the wide, brick road and past the last row of houses before they entered the forest.
«What is this place?» Nerdanel awed as they passed the first few trees and stood suddenly in the clearing of a temple. All about them stood columns and worn shrines in a small circle.
«It is the first temple of the Valar, the first temple created in honour of them, before we even knew much about them, save them having taken us to this wondrous land,» Fëanor caressed one of the columns as he spoke, but then his eyes turned to hers again, and he took her hand. «But I wanted to show you this,» he laughed as he dragged her after him and they turned the corner to find a big, open fountain and pool, leaning against one of the walls. It was overgrown with branches and vegetation, but the fountain still spewed water from the hands of the statue of Ulmo, standing on a stair of waterfall.
Nerdanel stood enchanted for a moment, gazing upon the marvellous place, then she laughed and walked towards the fountain. «It is beautiful, Fëanor,» she leaned over the edge and caressed the water with her fingertips.
«It is forgotten, after the construction of the city and the grand temples. No one comes here anymore, and yet I find a strange serenity here, standing in the presence of the Valar as perceived by my father and his kin when they first settled here.» He exhaled, as if breathing this air would rid him of his worries of the world. «Father said that mother would come here ere my birth, that she never found peace in the new temples. I understand now. This is an honest place.»
«Then I am honoured to be allowed to witness it with you,» Nerdanel spoke softly and took his hand. Fëanor’s thoughtful expression broke in a smile that lit up his face, before a mischievous grin took its place.
Without forewarning he gave her a soft push so that she fell backwards into the fountain with a scream that made birds take flight from the neighbouring trees. Fëanor laughed loudly, leaning on the edge of the pool to keep his balance.
Nerdanel stood up quickly, gasping and heaving for breath, her raiment and hair drenched through. When she saw Fëanor standing there laughing, she pouted, grasped his shirt and dragged him into the pool as well. As he stood up, his shirt ripped and his hair hanging down his face with water, he couldn't but continue laughing, and they spent a minute playing and wrestling in the water, until they both were spent.
They stood breathing exhausted, both holding their gazes locked. Fëanor had his old, kind smile lighting his face, for he had no more will nor power to be mischievous in the presence of such a beautiful creature.
He raised a hand to remove some of her hair hanging over her face, and she laid her hand on his wrist as he did so. The sensation of their skin touching was magical, sending warm sparks down their spines. Carefully Nerdanel let her other hand touch his, and their fingers interlaced as perfectly as if they were created to belong together.
They were both young, she more so than him, and this was their first moment alone together.
It was perhaps the rising of the light of Telperion and enchanting hour of the trees’ interlaced light that spurred their own hearts, and it was then that Fëanor leaned down and the young elves shared a kiss for the very first time. The kiss that would seal their fates forever.This got a little longer than expected, but I just had to write a little piece to accomodate this drawing, so that you would understand what was going on and everything!^^ (also let me know if you want me to write more on this.. I would not be against it, even if my schedule is limited these days!^^')

That being said, this has definitly been one of my most fun, hard, exhausting, irritating, and educational drawings I've done in a while. And just because I had a "spontanious" idea.. Oh well, I cant say anything else than that I'm extremely happy with this. It couldnt have been any better, especially since I suck at background, and this time I spent more time ont the background than the actual characters.. Imagine that! I know its not perfect, perspectively, anatomically or anything, but I hope you like it! (and again I apologize for crappy quiality.. thats how it is when you live at a dorm....) And yes these are very young Fëanor and Nerdanel, before they even got together as you might have understood from the little fic

Thats one of my major projects finished... two to go! (and of course Ill start new big drawings now that this one's finished... Im such a masochist!)

Nerdanel and Fëanor (C) J.R.R. Tolkien

Art (C) Me/ingvild-s(deviantart)/ingvildschageart(tumblr)/Iggys_art(instagram)

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Other fan art of Silmarillion: