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 Major Relationships: Genre: Femslash, Fixed-Length Ficlet, General, Slash/Femslash Challenges: Rating: Teens Warnings: Sexual Content (Mild), Violence (Mild) This fanwork belongs to the series |
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| Chapters: 11 | Word Count: 1, 131 |
| Posted on 8 February 2025 | Updated on 8 February 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?
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!