#Caranthir

[overlord-of-fantasy]

Celegorm and Curufin were just testing the new gear!

Caranthir: Atto, Tyelkormo and Curufinwe are shooting each other with crossbows while wearing the breastplates of the new armor you made!

Feanaro:...

Celegorm: Aule forbid ellons have fun!

#silmarillion #lotr #silmarillion memes #incorrect silmarillion quotes #feanaro #feanor #house of feanor #caranthir #celegorm #curufin #tyelkormo #curufinwe

[cilil]

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐬 | 𝐍𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬

𓄌 Characters/pairings: Caranthir & Fëanor, hints at potential Caranthir x Turgon 𓄌 Synopsis: Fëanor offers to craft accessories for his sons to wear at the next Feast of Horns. Caranthir has what he believes to be an unusual request. 𓄌 Warnings: / 𓄌 Oneshot (~1.2k words)

Carnistir had both dreaded and looked forward to this moment, though the former outweighed the latter. 

His father had announced that he would be crafting accessories for all of his sons for the next Feast of Horns, celebrating that the entire family would be in attendance for the first time, and promised that each of them could pick whatever they wanted and he would make it. 

For most, if not all of his brothers, it was an easy choice and they knew exactly what they wanted, or so Carnistir believed at least, but for him, it was more difficult. Not the choice itself, if he was honest with himself — he had an idea what he wanted — but he grappled with it regardless and disliked the idea of having to explain himself to his father. 

It wasn't Carnistir's first time participating in the Hunt. His brothers had dragged him along once before, with Tyelkormo in particular claiming that he couldn't miss it, and as was tradition for debutants, he had been among the Hunted. The greater battle had been with himself rather than the Hunters, finding himself strangely enchanted by the idea of being desired and pursued, while unable to admit it to anyone else and acting aloof to hide his inner turmoil. 

In the end Carnistir had successfully hidden in the woods of Oromë — no small feat as he liked to think, especially with Ainur participating in the Hunt as well — and rejoined his brothers at the end of the night. Nobody had bothered to inquire about his whereabouts after his declaration that everything had gone well, and he preferred it that way. Even so, the aftermath had left him with a sour taste in his mouth, his mind ever wandering to all the possibilities he had denied himself out of pride, shame and, as much as he hated to admit it, cowardice. 

But this Feast of Horns would be different. Carnistir had promised himself that it would. 

And then he had also learned that Turukáno would be a Hunter. 

I could hunt as well. Maybe alongside him, if he agrees to it.

Though perhaps I should be hunted instead to rectify my mistake. Any other choice would only be further cowardice.

Turukáno could hunt me. I think I would like it if he did. 

But why would he? Especially if Findaráto joins in as well. And he most likely will.

Such was the back and forth between the two warring forces in Carnistir's mind, unfulfilled desire raging against what he believed was his better judgement, yet his perceived lack of courage and bravery was what eventually tipped the scales in favour of the former. He was a son of Fëanáro after all, he couldn't hide in a corner while his brothers participated in the Hunt. 

Even so, choosing the Hunted meant that he would have to ask his father for a necklace or even a collar instead of horns or antlers, and Carnistir dreaded having such a conversation. 

Thus he made his way to Fëanáro's forge reluctantly when Nerdanel told him that it was his turn. He announced himself with a short, sharp knock and entered in tandem with his father's invitation to come in. 

Fëanáro was sitting at his workbench and bent over an elaborate sketch he was working on. A quick look confirmed that it was most likely Tyelkormo's gift, and Carnistir tried not to let his mien sour too much. Of course he's still busy with someone else. 

"Ah, Moryo," his father greeted him and looked up with a smile. "Do you already know what you would like or do you want to take a few more minutes to think?"

"I am ready," Carnistir replied curtly. It hadn't escaped his notice that Fëanáro appeared to be in good spirits, and he was about to ruin it all; but it was too late for second guessing himself. A plan of action had been made, and he would stick to it, come what may. 

"Very well. What are your ideas?" Fëanáro asked and finally reached for an empty sheet of paper to place on top of the sketch, ready to take notes. 

"I want a collar and I don't want gold."

Silence fell between them for a brief moment. 

"So you wish to join the Hunted?" 

"Yes." Carnistir pressed his lips together, ready to defend his choice, but his father took notes without further inquiry.

"Do you know which materials you want instead if gold is not to your liking?" he then asked conversationally. 

Carnistir gave a light shrug. He had thought of everything, every complaint or counterargument that might be brought against him for making what could be considered a strange choice for a Noldorin prince, but not the gift itself. 

"Something practical," he said eventually. 

Fëanáro smiled. "I hope you will allow me to craft a silver one then. I think it would look lovely on you." 

"Fine by me." 

More notes were added. 

"And what kind of details and ornaments do you want? Maybe some jewels or gemstones?"

Another shrug. "Plain." 

"You know you can choose freely, Moryo?" 

"Yes." Picking up on the hint, Carnistir thought about it again. "Lots of people have little charms attached to their collars, like antlers or spear-tips or arrowheads. I think I would like that too."

"Anything in particular?"

"A dagger." Inspiration came spontaneously, but for once Carnistir allowed himself not to overthink it. 

"And what about the gems?" 

"No gems. They sparkle too much." 

Fëanáro grinned at him. "Ah, I see. You don't want to make it too easy for the Hunters to spot you."

"Of course not."

"And you are right. A favour from one of the princes of the Noldor should not be won too easily after all." He wrote down more notes. "Anything else?" 

"No." Carnistir paused for a moment, then added, "I leave the rest to you, Father." 

"I shan't disappoint. If you like, you can have a look at my sketch in a few days — I will take some time to think about it." 

He nodded. "Thank you." 

They fell silent again, but no further words were needed. An unspoken understanding that the conversation had concluded hung between them, and Carnistir turned to leave. 

On his way out, he spotted another sketch at the very edge of the workbench, slightly crumpled as if it had been hastily swept aside in favour of Fëanáro's tools and the other notes and sketches he had made. To his surprise, this one depicted a collar as well, not too dissimilar from what he had asked for and imagined for himself. 

Unable to resist, he stopped and pointed at the sketch. "Someone else is joining the Hunted as well?" 

Fëanáro looked up to meet his inquisitive gaze, and his eyes sparkled with the same sort of mischief Carnistir would normally see in Tyelkormo and the Ambarussar. 

"That one is for me," he said, lips twitching as if he had to suppress a bout of laughter when he saw his son's shocked expression. 

Carnistir left the forge without another word, his cheeks flushing bright red. He needed a moment to process what he had just learned, only to decide that he neither needed nor wanted to know the implications of Fëanáro's words regarding his parents' relationship.

Well, he thought to himself, if I was wrong about Father, maybe I was wrong about Turukáno as well and he may hunt me after all. 

taglist: @blauerregen @elanna-elrondiel @i-did-not-mean-to @saintstars @urwendii

#feastofhorns #caranthir #carnistir #feanor #fëanor #silmarillion #oneshot #silm fanfic #silmarillion fanfiction #cílil writes #my writing #again sorry i'm late

[carmisse]

The meeting in Mithrim.

Caranthir, looking at Angrod and Aegnor : Oh, Hello, Well, it seems we can't get rid of me and I can't get rid of you.

Maedhros : ¡Morifinwë!

#caranthir #maed #maedhros #aegnor #antros #incorrect silmarillion quotes #the silm fandom #the silmarillion

[anattmar]

“A king is he that can hold his own, or else his title is vain”, yes, Maedhros?

#the silmarillion #silm #tolkien #tolkien memes #silm memes #feanorians #sons of feanor #maedhros #maglor #celegorm #caranthir #curufin #amras #not amrod tho #thingol

[chechula]

Overly dramatic inking practice: the death of Feanor ♥ I had too much fun drawing this (maybe I will color it later...or do some overly dramatic Silmarillion series, as always )

#tolkien #silmarillion #feanor #maedhros #maglor #celegorm #caranthir #curufin #ambarussa

[runmienn]

Curufin, Caranthir and Cleeg🕺

#the silmarillion #silmarillion #tolkien #tolkien fanart #fantasy books #fantasy literature #fantasy art #silm fanart #silm art #curufin #caranthir #celegorm #feanorians #runmien tolkien #digital art #lotr

[ilaneya]

caranthir the dark

#silmarillion #silm art #tolkien #caranthir #fanart #ilaneya #art #I LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH IT TURNED OUT SO SO WELL I CANT STOP STARING

[juiceagainandagainandagain]

all seven of them :)

#maedhros #maglor #celegorm #caranthir #curufin #amrod #amras #ambarussa #these wree fun to scribble out #now i can put the pixel pen down #silmarillion #the silmarillion #silm art #tolkien #my art #digital art #sons of feanor #pixel art

[nailsinmywall]

Descendants of finwë (incl. kidnapped children): sons and daughters of fëanor, fingolfin and finarfin

#silmarillion #silmart #maedhros #maglor #celegorm #curufin #oh my god how do i even tag everyone #anyways i am never rendering armor again ❤️ fuck this shit #this was a PAIN to color (i say this about every render) #i started this [checking date] 3 years ago #caranthir #ambarussa #celebrimbor #fingon #aredhel #maeglin #turgon #finrod #galadriel #ET CETERA #this started out as a height/size chart for myself and spiraled out of control

[busymagpie]

When you're your younger siblings' jungle gym

#maedhros #celegorm #caranthir #silmarillion #siblings 🫶

[prymaraa]

dysfunctional elves (in vyshyvankas (in valinor)) sketches

maglor and maedhros

caranthir, celegorm and curufin ft huan

aaand amrod and amras (designs by @heathcliffgirl2002 because they're amazing)

so, feanorians in ukrainian embroidered shirts, I put in this more thoughts then I probably should have, so some fun facts

the main parts of embroidery is their names, in ukrainian embroidery you can encrypt words, dates, even family trees into patterns and this thing was so interesting to me that I encrypted feanorians names in embroidery

also these names are not their sindarin names, they're mother-names (aka amilessë) because it's very common symbol in ukrainian culture "a mother embroiders a shirt for her child as a protecting charm" especially before said child going to the long adventure and i feel some sad parallels about noldors adventure to the middle-earth

also amrad and amras's mother names are the same, so on their shirts there are two different varieties of "writing" the same name

#feanorians #maedhros #maglor #caranthir #celegorm #curufin #amrod #amras #silmarillion #my art #tolkien #украрт #арткозацтво #укртумбочка #сильмариліон #толкін

[marchioness-of-the-flowers-blog]

One thing I love about the Silmarillion is that because it’s so massive, its fans have to specialize.

Like I love everything but my Silm major is in Finrod studies, with a minor in obscure background characters.

Reblog this post with your Silmarillion “speciality,”

#the marchioness rambles #silmarillion #lotr #finrod felagund #Caranthir #is also one of my faves #I started out as a huge Maglor stan #This post is kinda cringe #And that is okay.

[naarisz]

Back to Himring

#silmarillion #silm #silm art #tolkien #the silmarillion #lotr #maedhros #maglor #celegorm #curufin #caranthir #amrod #amras #feanorians #sons of feanor #comics

[istaricelebelasse]

Someone mishearing the name of Galadriel’s husband and being convinced she is married to Celegorm.

Options for this include:

Fingolfin - as a letter from Doriath is smudged in just the right place. This misunderstanding helps to contribute significantly to his decision to get crushed by Morgoth’s boot.

Caranthir - he ignores most of the going’s on from his siblings and would really like to know less about the supposed marriage of his hated cousin and least favourite brother. May they make each other miserable together. Doesn’t find out the truth until Doriath.

Angrod - he is torn between brotherly loyalty and loyalty to one who is his friend. He isn’t sure which one to feel sorry for and is Very Relieved when Finrod clears up the misunderstanding.

Finarfin - garbled rumours from across the seas. Is absolutely horrified and thinks it is yet another rebellion by his daughter. Doesn’t find out until he sees Galadriel again in Beleriand, where his first words upon greeting Celeborn are ‘thank the Valar you aren’t my nephew’

Sauron - attempts to torment Galadriel about the loss and downfall of her husband. Is very confused when she tells him that he is alive and well and that Sauron has had dinner with him! He does not recall dining with any of Feanor’s sons. He just knows that somewhere Celebrimbor’s ghost is laughing at him.

All of the above.

#silmarillion #galadriel #celeborn #Celegorm #fingolfin #caranthir #finarfin #Sauron

[anattmar]

sort of armor studies

#the silmarillion #silm #tolkien #fingon #maedhros #caranthir #maglor #sketch #fanart #illustration #art study #i got tired by the end #sorry maglor #you saw wrong hand no you didn't

[myceliumelium]

There's the whole set!

#Sons of Feanor #art #maedhros #maglor #Celegorm #Curufin #Caranthir #ambarussa #amras #amrod #feanorians #tolkien #silmarillion