[introduction]: and with tenderness I'll cherish you
It's been a quiet day, and she's taken to going for walks. She doesn't like to spend too much time with the others, even if they are always, at least outwardly, very polite and don't ask questions or look askance - she suspects Indis' doing in that - but all the same, she can never quite feel comfortable, even with these newcomers for whom the names of her family are legend or less.
Valinor is still as beautiful as it ever has been, and she can enjoy that - listening to the birds and watching the clouds slip across blue sky - but all the same, lately she's been tired. It's not like she's gone all this time waiting - she would have been foolish if she had been. She misses her sons, and her husband, of course- that ache never quite leaves - but their choices were their choices, and hers were hers.
Though she does wish Feanor had left her just one youngest son to raise.
Lost in thought, it takes her a few moments to realize that her surroundings have changed. She pauses on the edge of the large meadow, staring at the house across the way with a sort of vaguely concerned curiosity, and frowns slightly. Brushing some of her thick red hair back from her face, she crosses her arms and looks behind her.
Nothing familiar there, either. "Hm," she says, simply, for the moment, and holds her ground perplexed for all she would never admit it.
Name: Nerdanel
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Media: book yes still.
Other relevant info: Sometimes known as "mama Feanorian" - the matriarch of that large family of dysfunctional boys, wife of Feanor, first sensible elf (puppet?) this typist has ever played. She has her head screwed on, this girl. Taken from long after all the events of First, Second, and Third Age.
Valinor is still as beautiful as it ever has been, and she can enjoy that - listening to the birds and watching the clouds slip across blue sky - but all the same, lately she's been tired. It's not like she's gone all this time waiting - she would have been foolish if she had been. She misses her sons, and her husband, of course- that ache never quite leaves - but their choices were their choices, and hers were hers.
Though she does wish Feanor had left her just one youngest son to raise.
Lost in thought, it takes her a few moments to realize that her surroundings have changed. She pauses on the edge of the large meadow, staring at the house across the way with a sort of vaguely concerned curiosity, and frowns slightly. Brushing some of her thick red hair back from her face, she crosses her arms and looks behind her.
Nothing familiar there, either. "Hm," she says, simply, for the moment, and holds her ground perplexed for all she would never admit it.
Name: Nerdanel
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Media: book yes still.
Other relevant info: Sometimes known as "mama Feanorian" - the matriarch of that large family of dysfunctional boys, wife of Feanor, first sensible elf (puppet?) this typist has ever played. She has her head screwed on, this girl. Taken from long after all the events of First, Second, and Third Age.