This will be a series of one hundred drabbles, centered around Fëanor and Nerdanel. I, ahem, took some prompts off LiveJournal. I have about ten written already, so I can guarantee fairly regular updating for at least a little while. If at any point you choose to subscribe and have any ideas for anything you'd like to see in this series, please drop me a review or a PM and I'll see if I can work it in! Reviews for any other reason are also wonderful!

J. R. R. Tolkien owns Fëanor, Nerdanel, their children, and probably anyone else who crops up.


001: "Life companion."

He hadn't planned on wedding so soon. He was only teetering on adulthood, barely old enough to be proposing marriage to anyone, let alone a lady with such self-possession as Mahtan's daughter.

(He had no idea that she, too, wondered at how a young Noldo prince who burned with so much passion could think to love her.)

Yet, despite his family's misgivings, and his own wonderment, he knew in the very hour of their meeting that his search was over. He had found his perfect complement.

He hadn't even known he was looking, until he set eyes on her.