#Feanorian week

[thelien-art]

Day 3: Celegorm for @feanorianweek

Lust｜Chastity

Coriander Flowers: Coriander flowers symbolize lust, as the seeds were used as an aphrodisiac in ancient Greece they were found in tombs of Egyptian pharaohs as far back as 5000 BC.

I thought the white and green flowers also fitting to him as it makes him blend in more with them than Maedhros and Maglor´s flower, since he is a hunter, who learned under Orome. I also let his hair be free from the usual ponytail just this once to make the wild come across. I think he puts a lot of his self value into what he is good at, such as hunting, fighting, tracking, looking like Miriel, etc, which also makes him fall so much quicker and harder than most of his brothers, but that also means that he can relate to Curufin better in a strange way, that leads to harmful loyalty and their downfall on both sides.

Maedhros｜Maglor｜Caranthir｜Curufin｜Ambarussa

Goblin

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[leavespics]

Reborn

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[foxleycrow]

Caranthir for @feanorianweek — late to the party, but now I can't stop drawing the Fëanorians.

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[koyunsoncizeri]

Maitimo for the Feanorian week, I missed drawing him

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[leucisticpuffin]

Day 2 of @feanorianweek: Maglor. He gets gold freckles because why not?

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[foedhrass]

Caranthir the Dark. Belated post for @feanorianweek

Photos by little_solnyshka (on IG)

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[whovianofmidgard]

Day 4 – Caranthir – Childhood, Appearance

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Life in Valinor for someone like Caranthir was an overwhelming existence. His dark eyes never quite got used to the brightness of Laurelin, like most babes usually did after some months. He ran away so fast on his short legs from the clanging of forges and choirs singing, the sounds too loud for his sensitive ears. He screamed and cried when certain fabrics and textures touched his skin, blotchy red patches and rashes forming inexplicably after an hour of wearing new clothes.

Caranthir didn’t like going outside. He especially didn’t like going out for chores. However, Ammë and Atar were busy with their work, and Maglor and Celegorm had their studies, so he was left in Maedhros’ care while he did chores that needed to be done. Like shopping.

Caranthir trotted after his eldest brother, small hand clutching large hand, as they waded through the noisy market. He was mostly being guided by Maedhros, for the elfling was left half-blind from the mid-flowering light of Laurelin. Caranthir alternated between staring down at his feet, squinting with tears obscuring his sight, or just simply closing his eyes.

Maedhros stopped by some vegetable stall, leaving Caranthir to hold on to him and be bored. The swish of fabric caught the edge of his sight, a rich dark purple in colour, yet so thin it let light peek through its weave. Letting go of his brother’s hand, he went closer to the textile stall curiously. He slid his little fingers through the dark fabric, unfortunately it was itchy and burning, but he lifted it over his head.

Caranthir could perfectly see right through it, he could see the market, the elves milling about, everything. The only difference the fabric made was that the light and colours were muted. And most importantly, it didn’t bother his eyes.

“Nelyo, Nelyo!” he bounded over to his brother, purple textile still on his head. “Look, Nelyo! I can see and my eyes don’t hurt!”

Used to his little brothers’ oddities, the strange image Caranthir made didn’t even phase him.

“You can see everything?”

“Uh-huh,” Caranthir nodded.

“And there is no pain at all?”

“Nuh-uh,” Caranthir shook his head. “Well, the fabric is itchy.”

Maedhros looked at his little brother for some time, deep in thought. Then he removed the fabric from Caranthir’s face and after returning it to the stall he led them to different part of the market.

“Come, I have an idea,” he said, stopping in front of a vendor selling glassware.

Maedhros talked with the vendor for a while, then the elf rummaged for something underneath the stall, finally producing a small sheet of glass. Maedhros took it then handed it to Caranthir.

“Try looking through it.”

The glass was almost completely black, but it still let a little bit of light through. He put the glass up against his eyes, and relief flooded him as the stinging sensation abated.

“It doesn’t hurt!” Caranthir exclaimed, his hands fluttering about him in a rare show of joy.

Maedhros ordered a full sheet of coloured glass to be delivered home, and the very next day Caranthir was gifted with dark spectacles that protected him from the light.

-

Caranthir liked sitting with Maglor. The harp had a gentle sound, not too loud, and his brother practicing his scales and harp solos made for enough repetition and predictability that he could read or do his numbers homework in peace.

Maglor’s voice was nice too, but not up close. There needed to be at least two walls dividing them, so his singing didn’t hurt Caranthir’s ears with its loudness. Usually, when Maglor reached the place in his practice where he’d start singing with his harp, Caranthir would pack his books up and leave Maglor’s room for his own.

Noticing the pattern, Maglor once asked his little brother about it, and once hearing the answer he fell into silent contemplation.

The next time they were comfortably doing their own thing in Maglor’s room, his older brother gave him something.

“Try it on and tell me what you hear,” Maglor said, and helped Caranthir put the thing over his head, two padded pom-pom-like balls covering his ears.

“Can you hear me? And is it itchy at all?”

“You’re all muffled but I can hear you a little. Not itchy, but it tickles.”

Maglor just grinned, and later when he started to sing during practice, Caranthir stayed and continued his studies, unbothered by the loud sound.

-

The itchiness he partially figured out on his own, when a bit older Caranthir ironically got into fibre crafts. He now knew which fabrics his skin tolerated and which ones he didn’t, yet from time to time his hands would still turn red with rashes. An occupational hazard when working with all sorts of textiles.

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[parentofhomuncul-temporary]

Day4: Caranthir for @feanorianweek

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[feanorianweek]

Good Morning/Evening/Afternoon!

Please mark your calendars for FeanorianWeek 2024 :D The date is March 25th-March 31st! I will make a larger post with the prompts within the coming weeks, but for now feel free to suggest newer prompts.

My askbox is open for questions or comments, but please keep in mind I will be less active just due to life. So if I don't respond right away, I'll make sure I get back to you as soon as possible :)

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[nighttimepatrons]

ballpoint pen ✅

scratch paper ✅

my literal childhood crayons ✅

maedhros for day one of @feanorianweek

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[thelien-art]

Day 2: Maglor for @feanorianweek

Sloth｜Diligence

Snapdragon: Snapdragon makes a person appear fascinating and cordial according to some people, and in the language of flowers, snapdragons are said to represent both deception and graciousness.

Maglor was laid out to be the kindest of his brothers, which I think just means that he knew how to act around people to get them to like him, as well as him being a singer/musician in a world made of music, where music shapes the world, makes it obvious that he manipulated people (maybe even the world itself in a little scale) for his own benefit.

Maedhros｜Celegorm｜Caranthir｜Curufin｜Ambarussa

Goblin

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[feydrawings]

Feanor and Nerdanel for Day 7 of @feanorianweek

Nerdanel likes to tease Feanor. This time, however, Feanor isn't amused as he usually is (your choice if it's because of his brothers)

NB : Feanor and Nerdanel look a little different from my previous art of them because they both are younger here. I like to think that even if elves doesn't age, they show some change in passing from youth to mature age.

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[foxleycrow]

Nerdanel: the Sculptor. Digital drawing.

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[searchingforserendipity25]

For @feanorianweek, Maglor at a turning point of his exile, which might be the turning point for the history of Middle Earth, depending on how keen you believe his fishing skills to be.

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There was a lot to be said about the quiet of solitude. Maglor said all of it, at length, in a variation of arguments.

"O, I do not know who I intend to convince," he sighed, half-way through the Third-Age's last waning years. "This grows very tiresome, and I do not see that it does any good, either."

Perhaps it did; likely it did. Certainly he could not imagine his return would be a cause of comfort to any, and like as not disturb what peace they may have found.

Nonetheless, he had half a mind to make his way to Lindon, and see what manner of trial Círdan might contrive.

All the business of endless sand in his boots, and pockets, and hair had grown irritating long, long ago; and the Noldolantë was not improving. At this time, he was fairly certain it could not be improved upon. He had invented it many times already, in arranged melodies and plain recitation, also atonal arrangements.

The facts remained the same, and still he did not know the name of many of those he had slain, which ruined the general balance of the meter. He had not the right to want to know them, decently speaking; but he would have liked to feel something about the lament, at least, was whole and complete, though it be terrible.

Nonetheless, he could not quite contrive of how to breach his exile. It was not as if he could easily return among Elvenkind. Not he, marred as Morgoth had been, and responsible, on the whole, for causing grief direct or indirect to all of Elvenkind, thereabouts, not including the terms of blame carried for his dead kin, his followers.

His chance for judgement as one of their own had been set aside, erased fully when he followed Maedhros out into the wild each with a jewel-casket in hand, Eönwë's too many eyes set on them with terrible knowing.

The burns on his hands seared with the same sharpness as they had, then. It did not ease, or alter. Nor did Maglor wonder at it. He had reflected long on his deeds, and sought in the echoes of the Music upon the wave-song a measure of wisdom and clarity; but he had not set out to heal himself.

It was not a thing that was in his means to do.

But then, neither could he ask, or expect, or suppose it could be possible. Even had all he had slain had in pleasant harmony found it in their hearts to forgive him, that changed not what he was, nor Varda's verdict on the matter.

"No," the old man agreed. She goes not change her mind, on the whole. Still more evil it would be to attempt it not, when an attempt might be had. And it generally is, if one take a - broad-minded approach. Would you not like to try it?"

He, at least, bore only the one pair on deep-set eyes under fierce brows; but what eyes they were! Too clear, and cutting, and clean. Maglor felt keenly all the sand on himself, the stiff salt in his braids, the weak crusts on his burns seeping through the bandages.

That was not very pleasant, either; but he could not deny it was a novelty.

It had been a long time since Maglor had been regarded as a useful thing, the sea having no interest in him even to drown, and most birds of rapine clever enough to sense the dead flesh he carried was not to be stripped from his fingers lightly.

"Tell me more of this creature," Maglor said, and passed him the pipe once more, with one last drawn breath of rich smoke to fill his lungs. "Gollum, if that be his name. You say he is a sorry thing, fled from the forest and crossing the mountains to hide in damp and dark caves - why, then ought I hunt down a wretch such as he?"

"I believe it should be a thing by none accomplished, but one such as you," said Mithrandir, mouth pursed slyly - flashing glance too-bright by far, and not wholly unkind. "Indulge another old wanderer, if you would. Think of it like so: would you not like a just excuse to leave the shores of the sea, for a little time only?"

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[leucisticpuffin]

Day 3 of @feanorianweek: experimenting with strawberry-blond hair for Celegorm. I think it suits him.

(the scars look dramatic but they're actually from a regrettable incident with a weasel)

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[thesummerestsolstice]

For Feanorian Week Day Four: Caranthir -> Spouse (Haleth)

Caranthir stared at the message, scowling. Really, the nerve of some elves. He thought that Fingolfin had understood the deal– Caranthir would turn the Noldor’s trading economy into a masterwork of efficiency, and in return, Fingolfin wouldn’t question any of Caranthir’s tax audits. Now, telling Turgon of all people was nowhere in that arrangement. And yet, somehow, that morning, Caranthir had gotten a very strongly worded letter from his cousin about the importance of financial responsibility– which, frankly, Turgon had absolutely no right to lecture him about, Eru knew how much money he’d spent on Gondolin’s fancy new minecart system–

Read the rest here on a03.

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