#angrist

[polutrope]

“Do you know what the songs say, of how he removed the jewel from Morgoth’s crown?”

Curufin startles, turns. The last words Maglor spoke directly to him had been curses cried in anger, condemning him for Felagund’s fate. Curufin had borne it coolly while Maedhros held him off from further violence. 

“How?” asks Curufin, affecting ambivalence.

“With your knife,” Maglor supplies.

“What of it?” 

Maglor huffs: scornful, knowing. “Do you not think it strange, that you possessed this thing so long? This blade that so easily claimed a Silmaril?”

Ah — what poetic logic, Curufin thinks, and returns to his work.

#curufin #maglor #had a thought wrote a drabble #angrist #my fic

[ardafanonarch]

Hi omg I love this thank you for doing it! I have seen a lot about what named sword did or didn't or might have belonged to whom - do we actually know the names of any First Age swords and who wielded them? (other than Eol's cursed pair).

Thank you!

[Anon, this one got so long that I have divided it into 3 parts so people can navigate more easily to weapons that most interest them. Thanks so much for sending this ask, I went down many rabbit holes researching and learned some new things myself.]

The Iron Gang: Anglachel-Gurthang, Anguirel, Angrist

Swords of the First Age, Part 1 of 3

Anglachel

Meaning: Uncertain. Possibly a combination of ang “iron”, lach “flame” and êl “star” (Eldamo). Sindarin.

Maker: Eöl

Owned/wielded by: Eöl, Thingol, Beleg, (Gwindor), Túrin

Notable for: forged from meteoritic iron; given as fee to Thingol for leave to dwell in Nan Elmoth; slaying Beleg

Fate: Reforged in Nargothrond as Gurthang

Then Beleg chose Anglachel; and that was a sword of great worth, and it was so named because it was made of iron that fell from heaven as a blazing star; it would cleave all earth-delved iron. One other sword only in Middle-earth was like to it. That sword does not enter into this tale, though it was made of the same ore by the same smith; and that smith was Eöl the Dark Elf, who took Aredhel Turgon’s sister to wife. He gave Anglachel to Thingol as fee, which he begrudged, for leave to dwell in Nan Elmoth; but its mate Anguirel he kept, until it was stolen from him by Maeglin, his son. The Silmarillion, ‘Of Túrin Turambar’

Discussion

Anglachel and its mate Anguirel are remarkable weapons. Not only because they were forged from “star iron”, against which the mere iron ores of Earth were no match, but also — certainly in the case of Anglachel and probably likewise with Anguirel — they seem to have possessed a sort of dark power, even sentience.

When Thingol gives Anglachel to Beleg, Melian says:

‘There is malice in this sword. The dark heart of the smith still dwells in it. It will not love the hand it serves; neither will it abide with you long.’

Melian’s words, as usual, prove prescient: Anglachel goes on to be the instrument of Beleg’s demise, wielded against him by Túrin as Beleg attempts to cut the fetters holding his friend captive. Gwindor then briefly carries Anglachel, until he and Túrin come to the Pool of Ivrin and Túrin is released of the madness of his grief over Beleg. Túrin notes that the blade has blackened and become blunt, and Gwindor remarks:

‘This is a strange blade, and unlike any that I have seen in Middle-earth. It mourns for Beleg even as you do.’ The Children of Húrin, Chapter 9: Death of Beleg

The implication seems to be that Anglachel has weathered unnaturally after losing its master.

Presumably because of this damage, Anglachel is reforged in Nargothrond. We do not know who specifically reforged the swords, but it is popular fanon that Celebrimbor, who remained in Nargothrond following his father’s expulsion, may have been involved. After reforging, Anglachel becomes Gurthang.

Gurthang (Anglachel reforged)

Meaning: Iron of Death. Sindarin.

Maker: Eöl, reforged by smiths of Nargothrond

Owned/wielded by: Túrin

Notable for: slaying Glaurung, Brandir, Túrin

Fate: Broken under Túrin’s body in his suicide. Shards buried with him.

The sword Anglachel was forged anew for him by the cunning smiths of Nargothrond, and though ever black its edges shone with pale fire. The Silmarillion, ‘Of Túrin Turambar’ Then they lifted up Túrin, and saw that his sword was broken asunder. So passed all that he possessed. The Children of Húrin, Chapter 13: The Death of Túrin

Discussion

Anglachel’s seeming-sentience is amplified by its reforging as Gurthang. In this incarnation, the weapon frequently flickers and flames as if it houses a fire of its own. Most notably, when Túrin prepares to take his own life, Gurthang speaks:

Then he drew forth his sword, and said: 'Hail Gurthang, iron of death, you alone now remain! But what lord or loyalty do you know, save the hand that wields you? From no blood will you shrink. Will you take Túrin Turambar? Will you slay me swiftly?' And from the blade rang a cold voice in answer: 'Yes, I will drink your blood, that I may forget the blood of Beleg my master, and the blood of Brandir slain unjustly. I will slay you swiftly.' Then Túrin set the hilts upon the ground, and cast himself upon the point of Gurthang, and the black blade took his life. The Children of Húrin, Chapter 13: The Death of Túrin

A Tangent: The Enigma of the Sentient Sword

There is no explanation in the legendarium for why or how Gurthang speaks, but a speaking sword is an enduring feature of Túrin’s story that goes all the way back to the earliest version, Turambar and the Foalókë (c. 1917-19, published in The History of Middle-earth Vol. 2: The Book of Lost Tales Part Two). So why did Gurthang speak, and why was this feature so dear to Tolkien? Well, here’s a passage on the death of the hero of the Tale of Kullervo in the Kalevala, a Finnish epic that Tolkien read as a teenager and which was a major inspiration behind the story of Túrin.

Kullervo, Kalervo's offspring, Grasped the sharpened sword he carried, Looked upon the sword and turned it, And he questioned it and asked it, And he asked the sword's opinion, If it was disposed to slay him, To devour his guilty body, And his evil blood to swallow. Understood the sword his meaning, Understood the hero's question, And it answered him as follows: "Wherefore at thy heart's desire Should I not thy flesh devour, And drink up thy blood so evil? I who guiltless flesh have eaten, Drank the blood of those who sinned not?" Kalevala, Rune XXXVI, translated by W.F. Kirby (1907)

Very familiar, isn’t it? The existence of a talking sword in-universe provides opportunity for all sorts of imaginative explanations, but the influence of Kullervo offers, I think, a compelling Doylist one.

Finally, it’s common to read interpretations where Anglachel and Anguirel exhibit the same properties as Gurthang. But there’s not, to the best of my knowledge, explicit canonical evidence that “speech” was an ability these two swords had from the time of their forging by Eöl. (I was also fascinated to find, during research for this post, that Anglachel and Anguirel were probably not always black. I made a separate post about it.)

Anguirel

Meaning: Uncertain. Possibly a combination of Sindarin ang “iron”, (unattested) uir “fiery” (or Noldorin uir “eternity”), and êl “star” (Eldamo).

Maker: Eöl

Owned/wielded by: Eöl, Maeglin

Fate: Unknown; presumably lost in the fall of Gondolin

Discussion

Compared to Anglachel, we know little of the history of its mate Anguirel, save that it was stolen from Eöl by Maeglin, presumably at the time Maeglin left Nan Elmoth for Gondolin.

Angrist (knife)

Meaning: Iron Cleaver. Sindarin.

Maker: Telchar of Nogrod

Owned/wielded by: Curufin, Beren

Fate: Breaks in Beren’s attempt to cut a second Silmaril from Morgoth’s crown.

Then Beren did Curufin release; but took his horse and coat of mail, and took his knife there gleaming pale, hanging sheathless, wrought of steel. No flesh could leeches ever heal that point had pierced; for long ago the dwarves had made it, singing slow enchantments, where their hammers fell in Nogrod, ringing like a bell. Iron as tender wood it cleft, and sundered mail like woollen weft. But other hands its haft now held; its master lay by mortal felled. The Lay of Leithian, 3051-3063

Then Lúthien rising forbade the slaying of Curufin; but Beren despoiled him of his gear and weapons, and took his knife, Angrist. That knife was made by Telchar of Nogrod, and hung sheathless by his side; iron it would cleave as if it were green wood. The Silmarillion, ‘Of Beren and Lúthien’

Discussion

Although of a different maker (and of unknown metallic composition), Angrist has interesting similarities with Anglachel and Anguirel. Besides the initial ang- element, all three blades are noted for an ability to cut through iron, and both Anglachel and Angrist end up “turning against” their masters as a pivotal moment: Angrist by breaking as Beren tries to cut a second Silmaril from Morgoth’s crown, and Anglachel by being the instrument of Beleg's death. As Eöl is also noted to have learned from the Dwarves, some fans have imagined these three blades may have been forged from the same meteoritic iron, or at least to share some of the same “enchantment”.

Note that the quote from Lay of Leithian does not explicitly apply to Angrist, which is a name for Curufin’s knife that Tolkien first used in the 1937 Quenta Silmarillion.

Part 2 | Part 3

#weapons #anglachel #gurthang #anguirel #angrist #the children of hurin #the lay of leithian #kalevala #turin turambar #beleg #eol #maeglin #curufin #anon

[art-of-firefly]

My chara-design for Curufin + Angrist

House of Finwë

#curufin #feanorians #house of finwe #curufinwe atarinke #silmarillion fanart #my art #house of feanor #angrist

[grey-gazania]

#anglachel #gurthang #eol #thingol #beleg #turin turambar #angrist #curufin #beren #anguirel #maeglin #aranruth #glamdring #turgon #ringil #fingolfin #belthronding #dailir #aeglos #gil galad #aiglos #dramborleg #tuor #grond #morgoth #polls #silmarillion #tolkien #jrr tolkien #the silmarillion

[thedangerfloofhasreturned]

The Song of Lúthien (updated)

Graphite pencils (plus some shopping from original)

#twelve filters and three photoshops later #I promise this is mine #Bergen and luthien #morgoth #melkor #illustration #pencil sketch #drawing #literature #j r r tolkien #fantasy #lotr #silmarillion #silm art #beren #luthien #angrist #silmarils #angband #middle earth #beleriand

[finrod-feelagund]

Telchar my guy with the knife that will one day free a silmaril from morgoths crown

#angrist #the silm #doodles #inktober 23 #tolkientober #day 15: dagger #telchar #telchar of nogrod

[novemberthecatadmirer]

Today’s ooc headcanon

Curufin made Angrist together with Telchar because he could not get over the fact that his brother lost his hand due to Fingon’s sword being unable to cut open the shackle

So in the following hundreds of years he researched all the ways with his friends and colleagues to make better blades against Morgoth’s iron

And he carried one of those blades sheathless with him all the time, just in case

Of course it would not help his brother but he hoped it would be able to help someone else

And it did; it freed one of his father’s gems from Morgoth’s grasp

And that Silmaril later became the star of hope

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No I refuse to believe Curufin was not involved in making Angrist. That’s just downright unbelievable. He is a master smith he definitely made something. I think due to all the horrible crimes he committed it was difficult for Sindar to remember his occupations. He made no shiny things and the Noldor being shiny-obsessed-crows found everything he made unappealing.

It would be interesting if Curufin was a swordsmith while both his father and his son were jewel-smiths. If was in Beleriand that he found his passion and let his talent shine. His father and his son created their masterwork in peace time, one hoped to preserve the light of the Trees one hoped to preserve the beauty of Middle Earth. Curufin did not have those sentiments. He created swords to protect people, to free people from Evil, to carry out the revenge against the Evil that ruined his family.

Look, Celegorm lost Huan to Luthien. Curufin lost Angrist to Beren. Ah if Angrist was a little bit sentient. When Curufin tried to attack Beren Angrist slipped. The knife that was forged to fight against evil decided their maker was doing evil and refused to help. 

The knife could sort of send thoughts to Beren and Beren believed he was hallucinating (he knew his mind was not stable from all the horror of werewolf island.) Then the knife snapped and was left behind in the mess afterword. 

In the rest of Beren’s life he kept thinking about the knife wondering if Finrod and the Ten and Huan were not the only ones lost due to his foolish quest.

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I will ship Angrist/Anguirel/Anglachel I am going to ship them so hard

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(Hey I know there are all the AUs in which kinslaying did not happen but Eol was still made into an evil git just to let Maeglin happen. Somewhere there should be a AU in which kinslaying did not happen and that actually solved most of the problems.)

(You know, in which Eol and Curufin became besties and just chilled out over there with Nogrod dwarves making awesome swords. Aredhel finally convinced Celegorm to elope (they were still cousins and Turgon had a lot of opinions over that matter) into the famous Sindar dating forest to have a century-long honeymoon. Thingol was suspicious of Noldor but got over it relatively quickly after realizing nothing horrible had happened out there.) 

(Ignore Maeglin he would not mind much about being erased from the timeline if everything get considerably better in exchange) 

(Of course feel free to have the cursed Aredhel/Celegorm/Eol ship in which the later two were super extremely jealous and kept coming up with stupid ways to get rid of the other one and failing) (you know, feeding the other to stray beasts or poisoning the other with mushroom stew)

#tolkien #silmarillion #the silmarillion #silm #silmarillion headcanon #silm headcanon #curufin #angrist

[ixqtpiacc]

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#artbook #amassed #duelist #Bendix #cocinero #azelate #teratogenous #deers #orthotypous #photo-retouch #sheiks #kerasin #postlude #urled #Angrist #predemocratic #doctrinized #malodorousnesses #hatefullness #crakow

[tenth-sentence]

It came then into Beren's mind that he would go beyond his vow, and bear out of Angband all three of the Jewels of Fëanor; but such was not the doom of the Silmarils.

"The Silmarillion" - J.R.R. Tolkien

#book quote #the silmarillion #jrr tolkien #jewels #gems #gemstones #vow #doom #beren #silmarils #feanor #angband #angrist #morgoth

[fostersffff]

Hard to believe that any of the Super Best Friend Play gang went on to have children, and especially hard to believe that it was fucking Pat, but it's so nice to see him (and Woolie) gush about the babby.

#I also like that both he and Paige are cognizant about the babby's privacy by not posting pictures #Pat Stares At #Angrist Pat #Super Best Friends Play

[paradife-loft]

in other news, ended up on the topic of tattoos & swords & sword tattoos generally w a friend earlier today and. this May have provided an idea* for finally solving one of my longest-standing tattoo-related personal dilemmas**

#*angrist tattoo #**how on earth am I supposed to visually represent My Forever Boy on my skin if I'm not generally a fan of text-centric designs? #content is for other people

[silmarillion-ways-to-die]

#swords #named swords #sting #anduril #glamdring #orcrist #gurthang #tolkien #jrr tolkien #tolkien tumblr #tolkien legendarium #lord of the rings #lotr #silmarillion #the silm #the silmarillion #the hobbit #fantasy #lotr poll #tolkien polls #this is a great poll #tumblr polls

[welcomingdisaster]

Who would win in a parking lot fistfight?

The rules of the fight:

They are unarmed, shirtless, and have had the equivalent of two shots (everyone, elves and men, equally inebriated)

Currently the parking lot contains: one broken beer bottle, many cigarette butts, eight sewer rats, discarded curly fries, a big stick, Finwë's gorgeous Noldorin jewels, and angrist.

Victory is declared once one person surrenders, dies, is knocked out, or flees the scene.

ROUND 2, MATCH 4:

Notes: Thingol has had a very close fight with Finwë, winning by only 2.2%. He enters the fight with a dislocated shoulder and an overwhelming sense of guilt about hurting his old friend. Turin has won a decisive victory against Curufin, killing him instantly. He enters the fight with a sense of hubris which wars with the unspeakable horror of taking a life.

#silm parking lot fistfight #lena speaks

[verecunda]

Anyone else ever get emotional thinking about all the stories that Celebrimbor could tell Narvi of the great Dwarven smiths et al. of the First Age?

About how his father was friends with Telchar, and that the knife Angrist was originally made for him. (“So how did it come to Beren?” Narvi asks, at which Celebrimbor ducks his head and has to *mumble mumble* the explanation.) How Curufin would bring him with him to see the Dwarven forges, and how Telchar always called him “laddie”, despite the fact that Celebrimbor was definitely older than him by quite a big margin! And how it was in Telchar’s forges that Celebrimbor learned his first words of Khuzdul, which he still speaks with a slight Nogrod accent.

Then there were all the ingenious objets d’art from Belegost that his Uncle Caranthir had in his study at Helevorn. Such things are now rare heirlooms among Dwarven families in the Second Age. And the Nauglamír! The fairest of all of the ancient Dwarven treasures, which Celebrimbor saw countless times worn by King Felagund.

Then there was Azaghâl, who was as great and valiant as all the tales tell, but also capable of telling the dirtiest jokes you ever heard. Celebrimbor can remember seeing him, after a few drinks, reducing Uncle Maedhros into tears of laughter (and there were so few things that made Maedhros laugh in those days).

And imagine the first time Narvi gives him the big tour of Khazad-dûm, and Celebrimbor being delighted because it reminds him of Nargothrond, but even more delighted that he can tell Narvi truthfully that Khazad-dûm is even more magnificent. But he has so many stories he can tell of Nargothrond and King Felagund, some happy, some not so much, but he’s happy to share them all, to bring them to life once more for Narvi.

#The Silmarillion #Lord of the Rings #Celebrimbor #Narvi

[skyeventide]

honestly, Luthien and her descendants don't own the Silmaril because she fought for it or because of weregild or whatever. the weregild situation in the Luthien drama is the weapons of Curufin that Beren takes from him; that's the payment, the weregild, the gold you pay for a wrongdoing. it's Angrist and Curufin's other weapons. not the Silmaril. you need to understand that Tolkien says super explicitly that the Silmaril ownership system is morality (and therefore religiously) based. he declares super clearly, black on white, that the sons of Feanor had right to the Silmarils before that right is forfeited because of their deeds, that presumably meaning Alqualonde's theft of ships and ensuing fight already. that right is forfeited, not as payment, but inherently, metaphysically, which Tolkien also reinforces by having the Valar, authority of Eru in the embodied world, bless them so that only clean hands can touch them. but mind you, what clean and moral hands means is completely arbitrary. the dwarves don't burn for killing Thingol, Beren doesn't burn for killing the dwarves. am I meant to read, say, the dwarves' overreaction to an insult as justified killing, then? as moral? it's okay if they kill someone because he's not giving them what is theirs? it's not possible to construe this narrative unless we understand that its fate is simply not a force of balanced moral judgement, but a force with a specific aim, and it's not possible to make of the story an even field because of it. fate is such that Beren can cross through the girdle; Melian cannot keep him out. in short, the Silmaril's ownership is not a consistent external logic, it's an internal morality that hinges on religious exceptionalism and fatal, near-authorial say-so. remember that Glorfindel is reembodied early explicitly because he aided the divine plan in saving little Earendil: religious favoritism and authorial say-so are a thing (they're the same thing. this is a story, nothing exists that the author doesn't decide. that the in-story divine plan corresponds with the story the author wants to tell and therefore pushes forward with the deus ex machina, that makes it ultimately nothing but Tolkien's say-so). remember also, however, that the final fate Tolkien envisions for the Silmarils is the liberation of their light to remake the world. the imbuing of their beauty for everyone to share. and whatever my opinions on that, it's miles better and a much more apt fate than whatever hoax a rigged religion-based sort of moral ownership represents.

#quenta noldorinwa #''you aded god and therefore you're getting rewarded'' is something I find deeply distasteful when people believe it #but it's hilariously annoying when it happens in a story where the deity #is a CHARACTER

[thelordofgifs]

In light of recent interesting discourse about Beren and Lúthien's Silmaril theft, and the Fëanorions' priorities in the lead-up to Nirnaeth and after, I started wondering how things might have changed if B&L had managed to steal two Silmarils rather than one. Would pulling the Union together be harder with only one jewel left to draw focus in Angband?

Then as soon as I thought about it some more, I realised the most inevitable path diverged earlier than that.

Then I started writing a fic, got 400 words in, and realised I wanted to actually figure out what happened first. So here's a half (or potentially a smaller fraction) of a sort of bullet point fic/plan/thing, which may or may not get properly written up later. First I need to work out where to go from here.

Angrist was forged by the greatest of the Dwarf-smiths in the master-workshops of Nogrod. It cuts two Silmarils from Morgoth's iron crown before the blade snaps, and Morgoth stirs in his enchanted sleep.

Beren passes one Silmaril to Lúthien, and they run for it.

Carcharoth still meets them, snarling, at the gate. Beren still holds out a Silmaril to ward him off. His hand still gets bitten off.

But when the Eagles come for them, and Lúthien clambers sobbing onto Thorondor's back, she clasps a Silmaril in her hand.

The Eagles bear them towards Doriath, and the Treelight undiminished shines out over Dorthonion and Gondolin.

In chilly Himring, Maglor is shaken awake from nightmares of fire and smoke by his eldest brother, who drags him out of bed and towards the window. "Look! Is that not a Silmaril that shines now in the North?"

Maglor recognises it, of course. Moreover, he recognises the size and shape of Eagles in flight, even at a distance. Recognises, too, that as often as not they bear doom itself upon their great feathered backs.

(His father's jewel stinging his Oath awake, his brother's emaciated bleeding body wrapped in Fingon's cloak - they all mean failure.)

"Thingol's daughter and the mortal must have succeeded," he says. "What can we do?"

Maedhros and Maglor, you see, are Not Happy with the news out of Nargothrond.

That Celegorm wanted to force an elf-maid to wed against her will, after what they heard befell Aredhel—

That Curufin could turn against his favourite cousin, and betray him to his death—

"I am afraid," says Maedhros, "of what it will make us do. What it will make us become."

"We could ignore it," says Maglor, whose first response is always inaction. "Let it go to Doriath—" But it is hard even to finish the sentence, with the Oath choking his words.

And there is a bigger problem: Celegorm and Curufin, who are sleeping now (it is only Maedhros who can be relied upon to pace the fortress by night), will not do so forever. They have already attacked Thingol's daughter once - will they do so again, before she can pass into the safety of her mother's Girdle?

"We have to get to Doriath before they do," says Maedhros, and wonders when his little brothers became the threat to be outpaced.

"And then what?" asks Maglor, who never shies from difficult questions.

Maedhros gives him one of his quick strange smiles. "This is how it works, you know," he says. "Huan has turned from Tyelko. Tyelpë has repudiated Curvo. It turns you into the worst version of yourself, and then it strips away the best thing you have left."

Maedhros has ridden out to claim a Silmaril before, and lost all of himself in the process.

Maglor, too, has been offered all he ever wanted - his dearest brother, returned to him - and turned away for the sake of the Oath he renewed at his father's deathbed.

They are both afraid of what they could become.

They ride out from Himring anyway, swiftly and secretly, before the dawn.

Meanwhile, Thorondor sets Beren and Lúthien down on Doriath's southern border.

Huan comes to join them, and with the power of the Silmaril, Beren is healed sooner than he might have been, otherwise.

The Quest is fulfilled. Beren has no reason to stay away from Thingol's house.

Instead of wandering in the wilds, the lovers return to Menegroth, present a Silmaril, and promptly get married.

Thingol is very surprised (and overjoyed) to see them; the last news he had of Lúthien was that she had vanished from Nargothrond.

In fact, he's just sent out a couple of messengers, led by Mablung Heavy-hand, with a scathing letter to Maedhros Fëanorion demanding his aid in finding the princess.

North of the Girdle: "Hey, isn't that Maedhros Fëanorion?"

"Sure is," says Mablung, who was at the Mereth Aderthad.

"Hail, Mablung of Doriath!" calls Maedhros, who never forgets a face. "What news from King Thingol?"

Well, there isn't news as such. Just... fury.

Maedhros considers the merits of keeping his cards close to his chest versus the dire diplomatic situation he's currently in, and opts to share what they saw from Himring, and what it bodes for Beren's success.

He decides not to share that Lúthien was definitely with Beren, which he knows because his brothers attacked her.

Maglor is not sure how stopping to chat with an Iathren marchwarden is going to get them closer to a Silmaril, but he isn't in the habit of arguing with Maedhros.

Anyway, before the conversation can wrap up, a marauding werewolf appears.

Right. Carcharoth.

The Iathrim make the sensible call and scramble up some trees. Maglor follows a beat later.

Noldor don't climb trees very often. It isn't one of the skills Maedhros has had cause to practice one-handed.

Not that it matters, because he's frozen where he stands, eyes wide and bright and thoughtful.

This is unusual. Maedhros would not be the most renowned warrior of the Noldor if he were constantly dissociating in the midst of battle.

He saves the dissociation for after the battle, thank you.

The wolf is almost upon him.

Well, thinks Maglor, about time I did some saving for a change.

Maglor is not Lúthien. Does he need to be? He knows enough about madness, and enough about torment. He knows how to sing the suffering to sleep.

He drops down from his perch to begin a lullaby.

Carcharoth slows down when he sings, and comes to a momentary halt, and Maglor takes the time to hiss, "Nelyo, run—"

"They burned him," Maedhros breathes, still with that bright faraway look in his eyes that means he is half-lost in memory. "His hands were black and ruined. No evil thing may touch them."

The wolf lunges.

[I want to kill Maglor off here but I'm a coward. so.]

Carcharoth savages Maglor's leg and he collapses.

That brings Maedhros back to himself.

Mablung and his party aren't heavily armed. They were only meant to be messengers, after all. They get a few shots in at the wolf, who runs off, still maddened.

Maglor isn't moving isn't talking and there's so much blood—

(to be continued)

#silmarillion #my fic #bullet point fic #beren #luthien #maedhros #maglor #I think I know what happens next #but not what that leads to #I had to look at a map for this do you know how traumatic that was #anyway turns out bullet point fic is quite fun to write #maedhros and maglor have entered leithian and derailed it #maybe fingon will make an appearance too #who knows I'm tired #what even is this actually #cw blood