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meluiloth · 3 days
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Here is the artwork for @silmarillionepistolary day 6, Loss and Betrayal.
It is dark in Valinor.
Finwë, still remaining in self-imposed exile with his son and grandsons, fears for himself and the people he abandoned - never has the world been this dark, not even in the first days at Cuivienen. Melkor betrayed them all, and is nowhere to be found, but the Two Trees are dead, still bleeding black venom from the attack. Fëanáro is gone, he was summoned by the Valar, who seem to think he can help right the wrong that was done here only weeks ago. Finwë worries that his son will be too bitter and too proud to listen.
He misses his family, the ones he left behind when he chose Fëanáro’s side - he knows that Nolofinwë was deeply hurt by this, but he still thinks his eldest son needs him more - and he prays they are all right. Formenos is silent, but not dark … the Silmarils, set into the wall above his son’s throne, cast light into every corner.
I worry for him, Finwë writes. He needs me. It is dark, but those gems…
He pauses, looking up at them, before he takes a deep breath and goes on: Valar forgiv-
Finwë does not get to finish the sentence. He does not even have time to react as the heavy iron doors of Formenos are blown right off their hinges by a single strike of a massive iron hammer. A pitch-dark form rushes forward, and before Finwë can even cry out, Melkor’s hammer swings into him, and the force of the blow sends him flying backwards. His body collides with the wall far behind, and the last thing he sees is Melkor prying his son’s coveted jewels from the wall.
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felixwhetsel · 3 months
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Re-reading the Silmarillion and I don't know how I missed the bit about the light of the two trees mingling during Fëanor and Fingolfin's reconciliation. Had to rough this up to get it out of my head
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naarisz · 23 days
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Fëanor breaking the Silmarils at the End of Times.
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feanors-silmarils · 2 months
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Commission of Fëanor done for me by the wonderful @lordm-art ! Thank you so very much for this lovely commission!
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ilaneya · 3 months
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nerdanel visiting the house she once shared with her husband and children after they are gone
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camille-lachenille · 2 months
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My toxic trait is that when I encounter the ‘Fëanorian lisp’ in a fanfiction I’ll go check the root of the word to make sure it was originally written with a Þ and it is not a linguistic abomination. For example: Þauron is correct since the archaic form is Thaurond, but saying Þilmaril would send Fëanor in a fiery fit of anger.
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🔥 Espírito de Fogo🔥
👉 me sigam
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chechula · 5 months
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Fëanor and Fingolfin......I just use these poor characters to draw random fancy clothes and jewelry, I am very sorry x_x
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prattling-she-elf · 1 year
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Can we take a moment to talk about that generation that consisted mainly of the grandchildren of Finwë?
I mean, look at this:
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Dead, Good as Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Only Alive Because Her Family Had the Presence of Mind to Stop Her, Dead, Dead, Dead, Survived.
Galadriel really was the only one who survived.
And this hits me hard when I think about it.
Because a writer puts a bit of themselves in every character.
The part of Tolkien that I see the most in Galadriel is the part of him that survived the war.
After all, he was part of the Lost Generation. Two of his closest friends—Robert Gilson and Geoffrey Smith—died in the war. Tolkien and Christopher Wiseman were the only two of their fellowship to survive.
Only Galadriel survived.
That was what the Grandchildren of Finwë were. They were the Lost Generation. An entire generation slaughtered.
The regret, the lamentation, the grief. Galadriel knew it well. She lived it because Tolkien lived it.
And I don't know why, but for some reason, this speaks to me louder than any history book ever has.
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ayaosguqin · 1 month
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“Companions”
To love and be loved
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cornerful · 2 years
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Fëanor *dissolves into smoke bc the world couldn't handle him*
Vs
Bilbo Baggins "GOODBYE" *disappears entirely*
Fight!!
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irithyllians · 6 months
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unfriends forever
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felixwhetsel · 3 months
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'I hear thee,' said Fëanor. 'So be it.' But they did not know the meaning that their words would bear.
It is told that even as Fëanor and Fingolfin stood before Manwë there came the mingling of the lights, when both Trees were shining, and the silent city of Valmar was filled with a radiance of silver and gold.
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naarisz · 2 months
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I have a little hc that whenever Fëanor felt distressed or alone he started embroidering a bit just to feel his mother by his side for a short time.
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ilaneya · 1 month
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somehow every time i want to draw some fancy clothes i end up drawing either fëanor or maedhros
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olenris · 7 months
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The Silmarils
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And the inner fire of the Silmarils Feanor made of the blended light of the Trees of Valinor, which lives in them yet, though the Trees have long withered and shine no more. Therefore even in the darkness of the deepest treasury the Silmarils of their own radiance shone like the stars of Varda; and yet, as were they indeed living things, they rejoiced in light and received it and gave it back in hues more marvellous than before.
I'm so happy with this art, made 2 versions: with and without Morgoth.
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