She Hath My Love (Drabbles about Women) by Elrond's Library
Fanwork Notes
Drabbles about female characters.
Fanwork Information
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Summary: A collection of drabbles about women in Tolkien's Legendarium. Major Characters: Uinen, Elwing, Nienna, Eärwen, Míriel Serindë, Galadriel, Melian, Nerdanel, Anairë, Aredhel, Haleth, Iminyë, Tatië, Findis, Elemmírë, Celebrían, Lalwen, Goldberry, Elwing, Aredhel Major Relationships: Genre: Femslash, Fixed-Length Ficlet, General, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Slash/Femslash Challenges: Rating: Teens Warnings: Sexual Content (Mild), Violence (Mild) This fanwork belongs to the series |
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| Chapters: 16 | Word Count: 1, 744 |
| Posted on 8 February 2025 | Updated on 16 May 2025 |
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This fanwork is a work in progress. | |
Uinen's Grudge (Uinen/Elwing)
prompt from Elleth's Femslash February Prompt: lightning, backwards, sheets, ashes (The Aces - Volcanic Love)
Read Uinen's Grudge (Uinen/Elwing)
Uinen could hold a grudge. She had the advantage of long years of practice. So when the Noldor betrayed their own once again, Uinen called on the rage Ossë had taught her, and begged the winds and waves to threaten who remained. Sheets of rain fell, cold and hard. Lightning flashed, striking swiftly. And when the princess of Sirion fell backwards off the cliff, it was Uinen who caught her, saved her, sent her west on feathered wings with a sea-spray kiss. All was ashes and mud, in the end, and her rage could not save them all. Just her.
Nienna's Wrath
From Anna IdleLeaves's prompt: name, stars, grief, sight
Read Nienna's Wrath
It was in her name, after all. Nie, a tear, a single drop of water that reflected and refracted the starlight above. They thought all tears were grief, that her purpose was to mourn, and cry, and sigh at the injustice of the world. That her sight would always be clouded with a film of tears.
They did not count on her patience. The wellspring of rage that was kindled when the Lamps fell was fed over many ages of despair. No longer. Dagor Dagorath has come. Let them feel the wrath of one who has felt so much sorrow.
The Fair Cliffs (Earwen/Anaire)
from Elleth's Femslash February Prompt list: below, streams, running, remember (Cœur de Pirate - The Way Back Home)
Read The Fair Cliffs (Earwen/Anaire)
Eärwen climbed the cliffs above her fair, pearlescent city, agile as the osprey that dove from great height for decadent feasts. Anairë followed, somewhat below, her braided hair streaming behind her like a black banner in the wind. They were running from their responsibilities, their memories, their guilt that ate them up from the inside. Too much had happened to pick up the threads of an old, half-remembered love, but they climbed, and breathed, and reminded each other that they were alive, and should live, and continue living. They made it to the top, smiling softly under the setting sun.
Miriel's Choice (Miriel/Finwe)
From Anna IdleLeaves's prompt: alive, storm, never, one
Read Miriel's Choice (Miriel/Finwe)
“Will you ever come back?”
Never. I cannot. I do not wish it.
“Were we not enough? Did you feel that we loved you less than what you deserved?”
Never. Love was plentiful; I have never felt it’s drought.
“Is there anything, any one thing, that could change your mind?”
The storm that clouds my mind will not pass. You must accept that.
“We know. It is hard.”
Staying alive was harder. You have the beginnings of your family.
“You are my family.”
And I want you to find another, without me. I am content. I am dead, and happy.
Mastery Feels Like Losing (Galadriel/Melian)
from Elleth's Femslash February prompt: reflects, exist, leaving, devotion (The xx - Angels)
Read Mastery Feels Like Losing (Galadriel/Melian)
Galadriel’s face reappeared, reflected in the basin of clear water.
Melian smiled softly. “Look at you,” she murmured, reaching for Galadriel’s famously bright hair. “Mastery feels good, doesn’t it?”
Galadriel leaned into Melian’s palm, savoring the cool feeling against her flushed cheek. “I saw … I Saw. What will come to pass.”
“You need not share what may or may not exist. The threads of the Music tangle easily, what you Saw may not come to pass.”
“I do not want to leave you.”
Melian ran her thumb over Galadriel’s lips. “I will not spurn your devotion, my little nightingale.”
Nerdanel Wakes (Nerdanel/Anaire)
From Anna IdleLeaves's prompt: night, spoke, sleep, naked
Read Nerdanel Wakes (Nerdanel/Anaire)
Nerdanel woke in the middle of the night with a gasp, or maybe a shout. Anairë’s naked body shifted, Lorien’s dreams still holding her fast in the arms of sleep. An owl cried out in the darkness. The world was quiet, and yet. Something was wrong. Nerdanel shifted, slipping out of their shared bed. She kissed Anairë’s braids before going to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. Something warm and comforting, maybe that would settle her nerves.
She was never more grateful that nothing scared her anymore when a gravelly voice spoke out from the darkness. “Ammë?”
Chapter End Notes
which child and whose child is question left to the reader.
Flowers in Spring (Aredhel/Haleth)
from Elleth's Femslash February Prompt: apart, fever, fast, burning (Billie Eilish - WILDFLOWER)
Read Flowers in Spring (Aredhel/Haleth)
Aredhel giggled, pulling apart from her lover’s kiss. Haleth grinned up at her, cheeks flushed. “Do you want more?” Aredhel whispered, trailing her fingers down Haleth’s throat, which pulsed with a fast staccato rhythm under her touch.
“Always,” Haleth winked, then pushed up to flip Aredhel on her back, which she did not fight. As Haleth settled on Aredhel’s hips, she resumed the kiss, messy and wanton. Aredhel’s hands on her thighs felt like a brand, burning fever-bright and oh so right. Haleth slipped her hand under Aredhel’s loose shirt, and laughed when she whined. Nothing could hurt them here.
Spear Dance (Iminye/Tatie)
From Elleth's Femslash February Prompt: sleep, warrior, circle, start (Marika Hackman - The Girl Who Fell To Earth)
Read Spear Dance (Iminye/Tatie)
Iminyë and Tatië faced each other across the clearing, torches falling on shimmering gold and black hair. The long spears in their hands were deadly, shining bright in their warrior-calloused hands. They circled one another, testing, prodding, waiting for the flinch that precipitated the starting strike. Iminyë rushed forward, blocking Tatië’s reflexive strike before pushing, her greater weight knocking Tatië to the ground. Iminyë laughed, delighted, but then shrieked as Tatië flipped her spear behind Iminyë’s knees, forcing her on her knees next to Tatië. “Hush,” Tatië admonished, then kissed her. “You’ll wake the sleeping birds with your raucous cries.”
Pretzel Girl (Findis/Elemmire)
From Elleth's Femslash February Prompt: solitude, comforting, flicker, mend (Vanessa Carlton - Heroes and Thieves)
Read Pretzel Girl (Findis/Elemmire)
Findis was curled up in a contortionist’s nightmare, fast asleep, when Elemmírë finally arrived. The wide windows that would have caught the lights of the Trees were dark, curtains thrown open to catch what little flickering starlight could make its way into their tiny sitting room. Elemmírë chuckled at her lover’s mending project, abandoned, half-finished, on the floor. They lived in a comforting sort of solitude on the edges of Valimar, away from the hustle and bustle of the Vanyar courts and the path to Taniquetil. Away from everyone, and they were happy.
“Come now, darling. That can’t be comfortable.”
Safety Never Keeps
From Anna IdleLeaves's prompt: end, winter, burned, golden
Read Safety Never Keeps
Galadriel entered the Golden Wood for the first time at the height of spring. The end of their journey; the end of an Age of wandering east, ever east, away from a land she once called home and spurned. Fleeing from a family of blood and betrayal, to establish a family of choice and safety.
At least, safety was the goal.
Eregion burned, the evergreen holly crackling and snapping with the heat and the relentless pressure of Melkor’s fair lieutenant. Rally the army, beat back the foe, drive them against the mountains and into the sea!
Alas, safety never keeps.
Celebrian's Rage
from Anna IdleLeaves's prompt: courage, slow, joy, sea
Read Celebrian's Rage
It takes courage to leave all you’ve ever known. It takes strength to break your bonds of friendship. It takes love to leave your loved ones, your children behind. Celebrían knows this, but all she feels is rage.
This rage slowly builds and builds and builds until it reaches its zenith, radiant and pure. She breaks, bitter tears cast uselessly into the sea. Salt water joins salt water, a tribute to Ulmo and Nienna both. How can there be song, or joy, or wisdom, or endurance in this act of self-destructive healing, when all she wants is to go home?
Only Death and Doom
prompt: laugh, valley, path, stay
Read Only Death and Doom
Lalwen surveyed the valley below, the cradle that held her brother’s home – Barad Eithel, the stronghold that held the north, mirrored by her nephew’s mountain-top keep. She was a wandering spirit, tied to no one single place, flitting like the bejeweled butterflies on the myriad paths of seasonal migration. She could never stay in one place. Restless. Agitated. Never content to be still, she gathered her warrior women and led them into danger, waged war to keep her family, her people, her adopted home, safe. Lalwen courted no man, only death and Doom, and was determined to meet Mandos laughing.
Love in the Lilies (Tom/Goldberry)
Prompt: sleep, delay, river, silent
Read Love in the Lilies (Tom/Goldberry)
The river-daughter was sleepy when jolly Tom came by, singing a merry, rollicking song. Goldberry, River-daughter, watched silently from the deepest part of her river as he disrobed, his large hat discarded on the pile of cloth by the banks. He stretched, baring dark skin and thighs to Arien-sister’s golden rays. Whoever, whatever Tom was, Goldberry would have him, without delay. He entered her waters, eyes closed and without fear, and she crept closer. Burying her hands into his beard, she kissed him under the water-lilies. He laughed, little bubbles streaming from his merry lips, and she was loved forevermore.
Storms
Prompt: wind, rain, shelter, quick
Read Storms
Elwing laughed as she ran up the beach, chasing – or maybe herding – her boys as they sprinted to the sheltering tent. Rain stung against their skin, cold and unkind. Their little legs struggled with the loose sand, more than once they stumbled, heels slipping. Elwing overtook Elros when he fell, and before he could cry, she quickly hoisted him onto her hip with a huff.
“You’re getting so big!” she bounced him, making him giggle. Elrond had already made it to their tent; he was holding the flap open for her. The wind blew it out of his grasp, but he caught it again with a jump and a smile.
She deposited Elros into the tent, and did up the fiddly ties to keep the rain and the wind and the sand out.
“Naneth?” Elrond was waiting, so patiently. “Will you tell us a story, until the storm goes away?”
Nothing Broken
Prompts: broke, silence, stone, carry
Read Nothing Broken
She surveyed the forest of stone that populated her workshop with a critical eye. Only projects that she had made for herself were left – any commissions had been delivered or cancelled. Anairë stood at her side, a constant presence. Two broken women, propping each other up in a vain attempt at being whole and stable. Nerdanel shook her head sadly. The heavy hammer that fit her hand like it had always belonged there fell with a low thud. She turned away, dragging Anairë with her – no statues would be broken today, the grief too near to be turned to destruction.
Running with the Shadows
Prompt: running, water, morning, thought
Read Running with the Shadows
Írissë had spent her entire life running, even if she hadn’t thought it at the start, she knew it now. Running from the expectations of her family, being the only granddaughter of Finwë for many a long year. Running with Oromë and Tyelkormo and the Hunt, greeting each morning with a prayer for swift and silent feet, that her skill might be enough to distinguish herself. Running away from the Doom and bone deep dread and her mother’s tearful, pleading face. Running across a frozen, hellish wasteland, rushing water tearing away all pretense of stability. Running to escape the cage that the encircling mountains made, even as her brother insisted it was for her safety. Running back to her brother’s hidden city, beloved but ill-conceived twilight child in tow, hoping, pleading that Ondolindë would protect them once again. Írissë ran, and ran, and ran, until she could run no more.
I read some of these in the…
I read some of these in the Discord channel and liked them a lot!
I must catch up with the rest.
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Thank you!