#celegorm would hate them and so i want to put him in one

[cobaltjellyfish]

On the one hand, if I put the elves in togas it feels kind of like choosing the obvious choice.

On the other hand, the image of Feanor trying to run after Fingolfin with a sword while making sure the toga doesn't fall off is very funny

#togas are so impractical its ridiculous #impractical bedsheet nonsense #celegorm would hate them and so i want to put him in one

[lendmyboyfriendahand]

Trans Celegorm

Celegorm was born female. Strong-daughter hasty-riser, whose hair looks just like her grandmother. 

Celegorm at ten knowing she is different somehow from the other girls. It’s not just the privileges of rank, or her discomfort with the expectations of a princess of the Noldor. Something about the role in society that Celegorm is supposed to take up just sits wrong, as much as she tries to ignore it.

Celegorm’s period starts at 12 and she hates it, hates her body, hates knowing she’ll never grow as tall and as broad as her father or Maedhros. Her body is built for giving new life, so Celegorm learns how to take life instead. She asks to join Orome’s hunt and is told she’s too young. She does everything she can to practice the skills anyway.

Celegorm is accepted to join the hunt at 15, when she manages to sneak up on Tilion. Running with the maiar who view her as weak because she’s an incarnate who didn’t build her muscles from the atoms up to be the best at snapping a deer’s neck, not because she’s a girl. Celegorm not knowing why this feels better, but at least she can fight and track when her head gets too full of circling thoughts. Celegorm can sneak up on anything, and learns quickly enough how to avoid leaving a blood trail of her own whether it’s from a scrape on her arm or from her cunt.

Celegorm trying to feel good in her body, and succeeding in the moments when she’s clothed, or when she’s not being judged. But now her tits have grown and she hates them, hates how they get in the way of her bow unless she binds them down, how when she goes home Maedhros says it’s improper to wrestle with her (and maybe he’s just stuffy and formal now, but also Celegorm is a very hands on fighter.) Celegorm hates how everyone expects her to wear clothes that are wrong, tailored to emphasize the chest not the shoulders, flowing and getting in the way. Sure, everyone has to wear robes at court, but then Father can come home and just wear an apron and trousers in the forge while Celegorm can’t.

Celegorm at 17 realizing she wants to be a man.

Celegorm at 17 thinking no one will take her seriously, she’s not even of age, and has always been weird anyway. Everyone will say it’s just about not fitting in to normal society.

Celegorm realizing that even her parents don’t truly understand her – no, him. Not in this at least. Sure, Feanor bakes according to his mother’s recipe, and Nerdanel wrestles huge blocks of marble into place. But Feanor is a man and Nerdanel is a woman.

Celegorm figuring screw it, they can’t stop him.

Celegorm is skilled with a knife by now. If he cuts the lumps off his chest, no one will be able to tell he’s a girl from a distance. And if someone is close enough to see between his legs, they’re close enough for Celegorm to punch.

Celegorm will run away to the forest for a couple years and come back outside Alqualonde. Just another elf who had to take a break from cities to live in nature, it’s not that rare. Another wild man of the hills.

Nerdanel first realizes that Celegorm is trans when she opens her daughter’s room to find Celegorm about to conduct amateur surgery. Celegorm has put thought and preparation into this; he has a sharp knife and boiling water to clean it, and a pile of boiled rags (the remains of his bedsheet), and a chair set up in front of the mirror. The chair is draped in another sheet, and there’s a towel on the floor. Celegorm has a thoughtful look and is drawing on his breasts with charcoal, trying to plan the cuts. He needs to save some of the skin, can’t ruin his own hide, and he needs to avoid arteries though he’s never butchered anything with an elven shape…

Nerdanel panics and yells. After establishing that it’s not a suicide attempt (“If I wanted to die, I’d just go provoke a bear, Mom, it would be far less hassle!”), she’s still rather concerned. And Nerdanel knows that if she takes Celegorm’s knife, Celegorm will just find or make another. So even though this topic really out to be considered for longer in her opinion, Nerdanel doesn’t say that.

“Would you please get dressed and we can find a practiced surgeon in the city? You deserve the best care possible in changing your body.” Nerdanel compares it to how Celegorm had a personal trainer when building muscle as a child, to make sure he didn’t sprain anything. And does Celegorm really want to risk severing an artery, or cutting a tendon?

Celegorm agrees. Gender reassignment surgery isn’t actually a common thing in Tirion – most people who transition go for a years-long hormonal thing, or let the Valar build them a whole new body and move their spirit into it. But Celegorm knows this body, and he isn’t going to wait.

Specifically, by the time they go home they’ve talked to four different surgeons and found one with availability in the next week, assuming no one gets in an archery accident in the meantime.

Celegorm goes in. He gets his tits cut off. He sees no reason to get a cock – he’s already learned how to piss without getting it on his boots.

Celegorm eventually tries sex. He laughs at everyone who says you need a cock to be dominant. All you need is to be able to pin your partner to the bed and use them as a dildo.

Canon still happens. Celegorm still kidnaps Luthien and threatens her in an attempt to marry her. He’s not super invested in having kids, and if Luthien wants them he’s sure Melian can do some magic to make sure the babies share his blood. 

(Amras is also a transman. With experience, Nerdanel and Feanor notice early enough to get him puberty blockers.)

#my fic #my writing #silmarillion #silm #celegorm #hasty riser #trans Tolkien

[annoyinglandmagazine]

@tolkienfamilyweek Day 2: Siblings

You know what gets me about Celegorm and Curufin specifically? They are quite possibly two of the least redeemable characters in the Legendarium (saying a lot) and are equally fucked up but in fundamentally different ways. Curufin believing in his father absolutely even after everything and still being convinced in his righteousness and resenting others for standing in the way of what the sees them as morally entitled to whereas Celegorm just doesn’t think in terms of right or wrong anymore, he’s not trying to be ‘good’ he has a goal and he’ll take any path available to achieve it.

Purely selfish in both cases but Curufin has a god complex (or more like he puts Feanor on a pedestal and agrees with his god complex) and hates the Valar with a vitriol and has successfully bent himself over backwards to consider all his actions entirely justified. Whereas Celegorm genuinely doesn’t bother justifying himself at this point and has the ‘well we’re all doomed anyway so who the fuck cares anymore?’ attitude to future actions. He doesn’t hate the Valar for the same reasons some of the others do, he doesn’t distrust them or believe they’re evil, he feels his people were abandoned and resents it because he knows he was in the wrong but Morgoth is very clearly worse and haven’t they suffered enough yet?

Very different and terrible kinds of evil, but equally evil. Do they really understand each other’s moral compass (or lack of it)? Probably not, but they accept it anyway. They know that nothing they do will ever disgust or horrify the other because they’re both as bad as each other and there’s something freeing (if decidedly unhealthy) about that lack of judgement.

I am so obsessed with the dynamic of two mass murderers with no morals whatsoever never once contemplating stabbing each other in the back because they love each other just as much as any of the heroes love their family. Think about it, Curufin has his father’s name, his face, his skill set, and we know these are the things that Curufin would consider of utmost importance. There’s no way Curufin doesn’t think he should be on a throne, he was most probably out for Fingolfin’s and canonically out for Finrod’s. But he wasn’t out for Finrod’s throne to take himself, he wanted to place Celegorm on it.

He thinks insanely high of himself and thinks he’s worthy to be a king but he clearly believes Celegorm just as worthy and has trust that his brother would value his input and treat him as an equal, which doesn’t seem that far fetched because, even with all the clashes you’d think would come between two strong personalities like them, they ruled Himlad jointly for years with no power struggles. What’s more it seems like this was by choice, that instead of ruling their own realms, which you’d imagine proud people like them would want to do, they preferred to share Himlad in an equal partnership.

Curufin is so terrible even his own son, and presumably wife, can’t bear to be around him anymore but Celegorm? He’s never going to leave him, never, they are always going to back each other up and everyone else will suffer for it.

One of my favourite moments with them is when everything goes to hell, they’ve been banished, Finrod’s dead, Luthien escaped and then, to top it all of, they try to get revenge on one maiden and a mortal and not only get utterly trashed but Celegorm’s dog who he’s had since childhood and kept as a companion through everything up until this point finally changes sides with no warning whatsoever and chooses Luthien over him (on another note, what the hell Huan? You seriously haven’t had moral qualms before now? Even if this was the last straw for you could you not have picked a better moment than when Celegorm looked like the only person who was going to stop his brother being throttled to death?)

So Curufin’s almost died and Celegorm, after they got absolutely humiliated and have lost everything due mostly to the two people in front of him and he’s not known for his ability to control his anger, is ready to leave. After Curufin is released Celegorm takes him unto his horse and starts to ride off with him before Curufin initiates again and fires after them. Celegorm is the hunter among them, presumably he’s far better with his own bow and he definitely wants revenge, but he doesn’t shoot after them. He’s willing to give up his revenge for his brother’s safety and that’s more of a show of love for them than anything else could be.

All I’m saying is that if they didn’t get to die in each other’s arms and be together at the end they’d been rushing to side by side their whole story….

#Tolkienfamilyweek #Celegorm #celegorm and curufin #curufin #playlist #sons of feanor #Spotify #Meta #lay of leithian #himlad #Nargothrond

[youareunbearable]

Thinking about an Age Swap!Grandchildren of Finwe, haven't thought where I would like to go with it but I have a few concepts I'd like you to consider:

Feanor and Nerdanel’s first birth being Ambarussa, twins which exhaust Nerdanel to the point where Feanor is now Freaking Out, but then she gets her Mother Vision and is screaming and crying because all she can see is her youngest twin and Flames. She's so weak for so long after the birth that she hasn't even named her sons yet and everyone is so Worried that this is Miriel all over again

Feanor would be so scared to try again for another child and when they do he puts more of his fear into the creation to help take the burden off his wife that neither are surprised that Curufin ends up looking like a little clone of his father

Big Sister Galadriel, you thought she was Powerful as the cherished baby sister??? Her final and most powerful form is about to be unleashed

Imagine little nerd Curufin and all his Big Jock cousins and older brothers (the hunting trio of Aredhel and Ambarussa, the Jock Argon and the Scary Powerful Galadriel) and Hating it so much like they are all kind to him but if he is told to Go Bond With Your Family Members and is forced to wrestle or go hunting once more hes going to Scream

Ambarussa and Aredhel cheering when Celegorm is born and is also Very Much a hunter too and are so proud when he becomes favoured by their patron Vala

Also, just picture the ramifications when Nolofinwes Heir, the Second In Line to the High Kingship of the Noldor goes MISSING in Eol’s kingdom???? On her way to visit her younger cousins??? Oh Maeglins story would be So Different

Turgon and Finrod being born a little after Celegorm and Turgon being So Jealous over the fact that his older sister "clearly" likes their Feanorian cousin more than him so when Fingon is born he is Such a helicopter smothering Big Brother that Fingon will never question he's loved ever

Instant betrayal when a couple years later Fingon takes one look at their youngest cousin and Falls In Love with tiny baby Maedhros

Maglor singing his little brother lullabies to go to sleep and hes so excited that HE gets to be a big brother that he vows to never leave his side ever. He breaks that vow several times over the course of their lives.

The first is when Maedhros, the youngest of all the Finweans, is taken by Morgoth and tortured and none of them can do anything about it, and their king, Nelyafinwe who had just lost his twin in the ships set on fire by their own father, is too grief-stricken to want to lose more men to retrieve another dead brother.

The second time is when its just them left, just the two youngest of Finwes grandchildren (except for Galadriel but no one has seen or heard from her in centuries) and Maglor looked away for just a second, got lost in the burning of his hand from their stolen Silmaril for just too long and when he came back too it was to his baby brother tilting himself over the edge of a cliff, crying and clutching his own burning Silmaril. Maglor would haunt the shores knowing that he failed his own baby brother time and time again.

I think Caranthir would be the same though. He was a (pleasent) surprise in either timeline for his parents.

#Silmarillion #silm #Feanorians #Curufin #maedhros #maglor #turgon #Ambarussa #Galadriel #Feanor #Nerdanel #ehhh thats it i think #everyteverything tbat happens in canon still happens except Maedhros was never king #also imagine both nolo and feanor lose and eldest son at the beginning of their quest #i think that wouls change the relationship at the lake more #especially since the current high king lost a twin and is clearly grieving #and is clearly very regretful and bitter about fhe ships #amber rambles

[thelordofgifs]

A WILD FINARFIN APPEARS!!!

i really loved this chapter! Lúthien in her Finrod era is everything. And she's making friends 😩😩😩 my poor little baby she is everything to me and Also it looks like she's ready to return to her old maia shenanigans i like it

Morwen beloved i feel you... bright people can be So tiring sometimes

finarfin showed up and i was like HECK YEAH!!! THE MAN THE MYTH THE ULTIMATE POLL LOOSING CURSE BEARER!!! you have my permission to put him in the spinner and make him pathetic though he is very pathetic already. poor guy :(

eärwen is so everything to me!! i love my women angry and sad and bitter thank you

FINDUILAS AND CELEBRIMBOR ARE SO BABY I'M HOLDING THEM GENTLY IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO THEM I'M BURNING THIS PLACE TO THE GROUND

all in all amazing chapter!! fantastic work beloved

p.s. the russingon section is. hmm. i'm not sure i want to know how their dirty talk sounds like- they're so sad and doomed. poor babies. why can't they just have nice things. just make their vassals suffer their shameless flirting over war maps i'm sure that won't end badly at all

p.p.s. "we should move our armies here and here it would make fighting against morgoth much easier" - "omg babe that was so hot" - "i know 😏"

thank you you are the bestest ❤️❤️❤️ writing that Finarfin section like hmmmm… which of my mutuals might this appeal to… a mystery unfortunately…

Anyway yes Lúthien is very much in her Finrod era (“mortals are so cute and they’re all going to die OH NO”) and we love her for it. Writing her and Morwen was very interesting to me – I wanted them to have a difficult relationship without falling into any “women hating each other” clichés, so I’m really glad some people liked that! Lúthien is canonically So Much – incredibly powerful, terrifying to all villains, half the characters in her story fall in love with her at first sight – and I think the flipside of that is that she can be pretty exhausting for someone reserved like Morwen! (I read Morwen as autistic – very much inspired by @outofangband’s wonderful headcanons of course – and Lúthien is unintentionally triggering a lot of Morwen’s sensory issues.)

Eärwen is so fascinating to me because I think canonically she must have found her children’s decision to go on with the march so hard to deal with – and they were even planning to use the stolen ships her people had been killed for, before Fëanor quite literally set fire to that plan! I’ve always thought she would have a hard time reconciling with Finrod when he returned to life (and her other sons, but I think Finrod returned first); his own kin were killed at Alqualondë and yet he eventually made nice with his cousins!

In tfs Finrod’s refusal to come forth from Mandos for Celegorm’s sake is a Significant Plot Point, even if it’s one I don’t give too much attention to. The sacred right of refusal… the idea that you can be given a blessing from the gods themselves and yet choose to throw it away… these are themes that are going to recur. (Partly why in recent parts Fingon has been thinking about Eagles, and what the favour of the Valar means.) But! The flipside of Finrod’s decision is kind of an ugly one. Eärwen has every right to her bitterness! She sees this as Finrod once again choosing his Noldor kin over his Telerin kin, and the betrayal really stings. I will confess that I am not entirely sure how this is all going to pan out, but politics in Aman are going to have Ripples as a result of Finrod’s choice.

As for russingon – look this is my murder warlord OTP and I adore them. I think they’re both drawn to the other’s violent streak, and they do genuinely find military strategy talk very very sexy. Weirdos (affectionate). Whenever I write one of these conversations between them, I have to be sure never to suggest that, for example, Fingon’s hotness distracts Maedhros from the military talk – the military talk is itself hot to Maedhros (and vice versa). I find them so funny and so tragic ok.

#asks #that-angry-noldo #the fairest stars #ty beloved I adore hearing your thoughts ❤️❤️

[tanoraqui]

Your what if fics are so so good. I reread them often. I love the entire worlds you make out of a question

-@outofangband

Thank you! I love For Want Of A Nail AUs so much, ie, change one thing and see what spirals out. They’re such a good time for exploring the consequences in a story, the what-leads-to-what, and for examining the characters—what about them is fundamental to the character, and what is shaped by circumstance? What is part of them as characterization, and what is part of them as narrative function? What plot points will they always do because of who they are as a (fictional) person; what will they always do—or not do, in an au!—because to not do so would be to completely change their narrative/thematic place? What major plot points must happen, but it would ring differently if a different character did them? How would a certain plot point not happening change the events and the themes of the story? 

Eventually you start to realize that every story is an elaborately branching tree starting from the first words, potential paths of divergence in every character, every choice, every scene…and it’s so fun to explore what’s down a different path!

Also, when writing them out, I’m always picking and choosing the most interesting paths—which is a good writing technique in general. For instance, in last night’s oh-god-I-accidentally-wrote-4k Fëanor-Fingolfin Mom/Birth Order Swap…a small example is I faced the choice of, which son of Fëanor Curufinwë should Finrod be assigned Best Friends From Birth? (Taking “Finrod gets a parentally-assigned Best Friend From Birth as a staple of any timeline, not bc it’s thematic so much as bc it’s fun, but adjusting to the fact that Fëanor and Finarfin are the full-brothers in this au, and Fingolfin is Miriel’s son who hates the existence of all his half-siblings). By my personal timeline of Finwëan births, moving the House of Fëanor forward to start at Fingolfin’s birth but leaving Finarfin as-if puts Finrod between Celegorm and Caranthir, so those were my choices. Celegorm would make fun (painful) cross-timeline echoes of What Could Have Been re: What Happened In Nargothrond, and potential future-in-this-au interesting divergence or even greater betrayal…but, especially with the limited timeframe I was writing, I decided that was less good than the raw humor of the grumpiest and friendliest Finwëans being best friends. So, Caranthir is it!

(Also, obligatory reminder that Caranthir was diplomatically skilled enough to have a thriving, very profitable trade network, and the real result of a Caranthir-Finrod friendship would be a friendly, all-consuming trade empire spanning continents.)

A more notable choice, for The Argument: I actually do lean toward the position that it’s a fundamental part of Fëanor’s characterization that he’d be the one to say, “fuck this, let’s go somewhere else!” Plus I’ve established Arakáno as so firmly settled in Tirion…but that’s why I chose to flip it, because, frankly, if Curufinwë son of Indis started agitating to leave Aman, sure there’d be a fight, but I think ultimately it’d shake out to Arakáno son of Miriel being like, “Great! Good riddance! Here’s your stuff, here’s your boats I negotiated Olwë—look, Father, I’m helping. Have fun in Middle Earth! Never come back!” Not many people would go with him, even for the Silmarils, and Melkor would have them ambushed and the gems stolen the second they set foot in Beleriand, and it just wouldn’t be as interesting a story.

…Or maybe there is potential there! But the other chief problem is: the Story has then moved to Beleriand and Arakáno himself is no longer in it, and THAT fundamentally doesn’t work bc the real trick to this au, the reason I wasn’t sure it would work and frankly I’m still not sure it’d work long-term, is that the protagonist has changed. When I saw canon!Fëanor, Miriel’s son, has a literal excess of fëa energy, what I’m really doing is creating an in-world mechanism to express his role as Protagonist. Or, as Driver of the Story? Let’s use them interchangeably. Fëanor is a well-built character, so his personality and his actions and his narrative function all tie together—he makes hot-tempered decisions at key moments! He creates world-changing gems! He rouses crowds to follow him! He drives the story, and he drives it so hard that it’s driven in the direction he sets for the rest of the First Age, and for the rest of Arda that we know! (Aragorn heir of Isildur heir of Elros, whose childhood was utterly shaped by the Oath and those who followed it! The One Ring made to master the Nine, Seven, and Three, made by “Annatar” and the Gwaith-y-Mirdain because Celebrimbor chose not to say “Get thee gone” to the Maia at his door! The star-glass!)

So, what is characterization and what is narrative function? I posited: the hot temper and creative genius are fundamental characterization, but without the semi-literal Protagonist Energy, the temper is a little calmer, or at least less enduring, and less able to sway others, and the creative genius…will lead him exactly down Miriel’s road. For Fingolfin, I posited: even with extra fire in his soul, he will always be the second to lose his temper, and the one to set his feet and his people and say, “Here I stand and defend.” But I also posit: Miriel’s child, born Marred, born Too Much, feeling abandoned and robbed so early, will never be content in Valinor! And isn’t it neat to dwell on how even canon!Fëanor had so many reasons to be aligned with the Valar? (Studying in Aulë’s halls and marrying Aulendil’s daughter; one of his sons is favored by Oromë; Varda herself hallowed his greatest work…)

But after the Darkening we get to the Oath, that greatest of plot-drivers, and okay, that should really be a Protagonist thing even though the total lack of forethought is very Fëanor… I can see Curufinwë collapsed with the theft of the Silmarils, maybe even expiring (last breath, exactly a la Miriel) in Arakáno’s arms, and then the news comes about Finwë… Arakáno reacts to all of this Completely Normally, by which I mean fire, wrath, and Oaths… (though I’m not sure which sons would swear with him, and also, the wording and sentiment would be a little different, and that all matters…) They still steal the ships and kill for them, of course they do; nobody wants to cross the Ice if there’s another option and the Teleri would always fight back. Doom, fear of betrayal and theft once more of ships…

BUT THEN, even if Arakáno did burn the ships behind him, I think it IS a fundamental character aspect that, where Fëanor leaps from fiery rash decision to fiery rash decision (Alqualdondë! Losgar! Charging Balrogs!), Fingolfin makes 1 notable Terrible Idea then grits his teeth and carefully, strategically follows the fuck through (Ice, Siege)…until he EVENTUALLY hits a This Isn’t Working despair threshold, snaps, and charges Morgoth singlehandedly… In short: I don’t think Arakáno son of Miriel would get himself killed 3 days after reaching Beleriand? Which changes…everything, bc then you still have your Protagonist around, driving the plot in person rather than with the ghost of him, and idk what to do with that bc I think practically he’d do much the same as Fingolfin in canon but that doesn’t feel enough, and…

Thus, I stopped the story where I did. Also because it was 5am.

#my fic #outofangband #i have no idea if the fic i just ranted about here is the one you were thinking of when you sent this #but please enjoy this brief ramble on character exploration and story structure #and how i write aus #plus speculation on what would've happened next in aforementioned au #ha ha can you IMAGINE the level of Coping Completely Fine With This any au's child of miriel would have #to watch their much-despised younger sibling expire just the same way in their arms just after awkward spiteful but also true reconciliation #or maybe curufinwe doesn't fully expire he just passes out and can't be woken!! yeah we know how THAT story goes #same difference!!! #fire and wrath and Oaths that shape the path of history #the silmarillion #writing #ficlet #feanor and feanor’s kin #...for the record if he DID die early in beleriand i'm p sure fingon would give the crown to just-led-his-people-across-the-ice!maedhros

[dragonfirez]

Short Crack fic about the Hair 😂

Maedhros, returning from torture, cuts off his hair. It was a dramatic gesture and he did not anticipate the events it would set in motion, but once done he could not go back.

His brothers, being Fëanorion and also slightly guilty about abandoning him, all cut their hair in a public act of solidarity. (All except Celegorm. His hair is the most beautiful silver so why would he cut it? Just below shoulder length is the shortest he can bring himself to go.)

To Maedhros’ despair the hair thing only grows from there and soon all the Fëanorions are doing it as some kind of declaration of loyalty and to show Fingolfins people what they think of them. Maedhros tries to explain they are only making themselves look like fools but it has gotten out of hand and no one will listen to him. At first the haircuts are dire but then, with everyone doing it they do get some pretty good barbers.

The first to run into problems is Celebrimbor when he first separates from Curufin….and therefore Curufin’s personal barber. While he is still hanging at Nargothrond it’s not the end of the world. Nargothrond have people who can cut hair because……Finrod. (Who we will get to later) Though he is not really keen on what they call “the Nargothrond fade.” But when he moves to Gondolin it is an absolute disaster. No one cuts hair there, no one! They haven’t even heard of such a thing. He has to do it himself and he is well aware he looks absolutely dreadful, but what can he do? He may have foresworn Curufin but he is still a Fëanorion.

By the time Maedhros and Maglor find themselves lumbered with Elrond and Elros they have forgotten what it was like to have long hair and Maglor has become pretty darn good at the hair cutting. Elros’ curls really suit the short styles and he loves fashioning Man-style cuts for him. Elronds hair is more problematic but Maglor still thinks he does a reasonable job. It all falls apart when they deposit Elrond with Gil-galad. Gil-galad is horrified at the Fëanorion looking boy he is left with, but try as he might he cannot convince Elrond to grow his hair out. If only the boy would see sense. He has a hard enough time fitting in as it is, but no. A more stubborn elf Gil-galad has never met. None of his people in Lindon will cut hair. They hate the Fëanorions with a passion and cutting hair is seen as an absolute betrayal. Gil galad is forced to be in charge of cutting Elronds hair himself. He’s appalling bad at it, swearing every time that he has inherited none of his fathers hairstyling ability. (Fingon being so very good with beads and ribbons). When Celebrimbor shows up Gil-galad is SO relieved to be able to hand the Fëanorion hair cutting responsibility on. But Celebrimbor seems even worse at it. How can that be? Elrond is doomed to have bad haircuts until Celebrian gets her hands on him and puts her foot down.

As for Finrod……. Bored while in Valinor, wanting to create some drama, he cut his hair off one day in an act of rebellion. However it did not have the desired effect, his father just sighing heavily and saying, “oh well, It’s your hair I suppose, Finderáto.” Having made the gesture he had to stick with it or he would have looked a complete fool.

This had unfortunate consequences when he announced he was leaving for Arda and Amarië said she would only go with him if he grew his hair out. (If she hated the hair so much why had she not said something earlier?) Still Finrod was not one to cave in to blackmail. He gave a very impressive speech…he thought….. about freedom of expression and love being respecting choices you might not like.

And Amarië stayed behind.

So that didn’t work. But having grandstanded and lost her he had to keep the hair. To do otherwise would mean losing Amarië was completely pointless.

He did get sick of constantly being mistaken for a Fëanorion in later years however. Could they not see he was blonde?

On arriving back in Valinor after the unfortunate werewolf incident the first thing he did was to grow the dratted hair back.

Then he and Amarië could forget the whole thing had ever happened.

It was an aberration, that’s what it was.

#rop #finrod #shorthaired elves should not be a thing #rings of power #no short hair here #Leave my Finrod alone

[aeonianarchives]

Get me out of here

Summery: Part 2 of A Meeting by chance, Faeron is now Training Lúthriel

Characters: @eunoiaastralwings Oc Lúthriel, Dior, Faeron, Celeborn, Thanion

"So why do you think the king has us all the way out here to get a prisoner" A guard said

"I don't know what could be out here, especially at this time, which got this far through the borders without setting of a single alarm and has the king all hushed about retrieving him" the other guard said as the walked into the clearing of a freshly put out fire the stuff of the person was still there

"he said it was here but i see nothing" The guard said only for Faeron to come crashing down to the ground after cutting himself out with a knife

"This mustn't be a good way to land from that height with" Faeron muttered as he lay looking up

"Oh so this is the guard which is so soon" Faeron said it was well past noon of the next day

"I am not grapes that you cure in the sun to get wine out of" Faeron said standing up and dusting himself off from the ground, the guards went to take him.

"I will follow peacefully, do not touch me" Faeron said one of them followed behind him to make sure he did not escape, they got back to the palace and Lúthriel took him from the guards

"You didn't need to leave me hanging for 12 hours" Faeron said straightening his tunic.

"You should be thankful I even sent guards for you, Dior would of just let you rot their" Lúthriel said as they walked into the Throne room

"Your not getting it" Dior said spotting Faeron looking at the Silmaril

"I do not want it, unless it's to destroy it but I won't take it by force, my brothers will split your cranium to get that, destroy it or get rid of it, it brings bad luck" Faeron said

"I think I can handle myself against your brothers" Dior said with a slight grin

"Do not under estimate them so child, Celegorm is planning a third Kinslaying on Doriath" Faeron Said

"Well good thing your training my dear sister Lúthriel" Dior said Faeron sighed

"That will take time and that is something you may not have" Faeron said

"I am sure Thanion and the rest of Celeborn's men can deal with them" Dior said

"You put to much faith in your kin and you underestimate my kin, you will die in the kinslaying Dior" Faeron said lightly not knowing it would actual happen.

"Go on go rot in a cell now" Dior said

"How rude" Faeron said but followed the guard regardless

"Are you sure we can trust him we are putting a lot on a gut feeling here Lúthriel" Dior said

"The stars don't say he's any danger to us but they show him in a lot of pain" Lúthriel said

"Didn't you say the trees warned you about him" Dior said

"He's a Fëanorian, what did you expect" Lúthriel said.

The Silmaril wasn't the only thing which brought an argument between the siblings but Faeron's presence did as well any minute he could break out of that cell and take it Dior knew that all to well but Lúthriel was pitying him an elf who could probably crush someones skull with his bare hands in a heart beat he didn't need pity the most he needed was death.

"I don't approve of you being here" Dior said as he walked up to the alcove in the library were Faeron was sat with a book about magic in front of him

"I have been aware of your dislike since you punched me in the face, Aran, are you going to punch me again, over and over, until your arm weakens... clearly you want to. So tell me, why did you allow me to stay, you could of killed me after all i am of the kin you hate the most, you respect your sister Lúthriel so much you would allow a dangerous kinslayer into your kingdom with guards just because of a offer he doesn't even know if he can do yes and your sister is taken the chance because she wants to gain control over her powers so she doesn't hurt anyone she cares about by accident because of her emotions" Faeron said

"You are not a kinslayer at least not in the sense your brothers and family are" Dior said making Faeron raise a brow

"You were there when Finrod died working for Morgoth and suaron, you caught my parents and almost crushed my mothers skull in if it wasn't from your brothers dog and i will never forgive you for that" Dior said he noticed Faeron flinch at the mention of Huan and the elder elf pulled down his sleeve more to cover the scar the dog's bite had left

"I see and I guess your sister is unaware of this fact" Faeron said

"Blissfully" Dior responded the doors to the library swang open to reveal Lúthriel

"Faeron have you finished your studies yet i wish to train" Lúthriel said Dior glared at him

"With the information i have so kindly been given i have learnt as much as i can i will have to physically see your ability before i can make a determination" Faeron said as Lúthriel motioned him to follow her leaving a disgruntaled dior behind.

"What was that about" Lúthriel questioned

"Nothing of your concern just yet child" Faeron said

"Will you stop calling me child i have a name you know and it's Lúthriel" she said

"Never child" Faeron said with a grin they soon got to the training fields most of the first training session was a lot of Faeron getting hit by branches in the places Lúthriel didn't tell him to hit

"You need to train on your accuracy before you even start on anything else" Faeron said nursing his head and side he stood up said

"Your footwork is all wrong" Faeron said as he caught Lúthriel wrists he back faced him and Faeron corrected the footwork

"Don't train alone, it just sets in bad habits which are not good especially when you haven't even learnt the fundamentals" Faeron said as he walked around her

"Do not forget your primary weapon is your sword not your powers you cannot learn to rely on your powers what if you suddenly can't use them or if you use them they will harm you more than your opponent" Faeron said as he adjusted the training sword which she held

"Not all swords are made from wood so you cannot use your powers on this" Faeron said as he put his hands behind his back and stood the other side of the training grounds

"try again, distract me with your sword and then capture me from behind with your powers"

"It's not distracting if you know what happens" Lúthriel said

"Oh, then you just are a very bad distraction, i will disarm you and pin you" Faeron said disarming her and holding his own blunt sword to her throat while he stood over her his foot pinned her hand from reaching the sword

"was that or was that not surprising if it was i did cause a distraction if it was not then i did not" Faeron said as he backed away again

"You didn't give me a chance" Lúthriel grumbled

"You don't get chances in battles, you are weak with your skill with a sword the discipline you learn with swordsman ship will help you with your powers it will calm your emotions so you can control them" Faeron explained

"unless of course you feel like giving up" Faeron said turning to leave spotting Celeborn and Thanion

"Thats our training over for today" Faeron said as he put the sword back

"I know the way gentlemen you do not have to take me" Faeron said leaving to return to the cell Dior was keeping him in sure he was a guest in doriath but Dior didn't trust him with freedom, Faeron would have to run off and if he did Dior wouldn't send people after him more like celebrate he hasn't got to deal with him in his kingdom any more.

Elvish Translation:

Aran - king

#dior #dior eluchil #tara's oc luthriel #luthriel #thanion #oc thanion #jrr tolkien #middle earth #the hobbit #tolkien #lord of the rings #lotr #elves #silmarillion #oc faeron #my oc #silmarillion oc #lotr oc #oc #tolkien oc #original character #doriath

[swanmaids]

OOOOH I HAVE SO MANY CHARACTERS FOR THE ASK GAME…SORRY YOU DONT HAVE TO DO ALL OF THEM

-mel (is this allowed ? can i put her here? pleaseeee)

-catelyn 😏

-turin ⚔️

- stannis 🧅

- findis as far as this can be applied to her

- turgon 🫶

YAYYY!!! OK PUTTING THIS UNDER A CUT LOL....

Ruindis

1: sexuality headcanon

Female misogynist bisexual woman. 2: otp

Of course her insane cringe marriage with Curufin, literally can't beat it. Though of course we're right about the Telchar threesome thing too. 3: brotp

Does she have friends? Well, there's Maz from Nogrod- if Curufin can have a bunch of interactions with dwarves to the point of learning khuzdul, so can she. And she and Celegorm are worsties forever. 4: notp

Don't really think she should be inflicted on anyone but Curufin 5: first headcanon that pops into my head

Had her head shaved for Nefarious Deeds in Nargothrond. 7: one way in which I relate to this character

Needs therapy so so bad 8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

She is a walking cringe compilation. Getting disowned by her own son was probably the worst moment. 9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

The most problematic.

Catelyn

1: sexuality headcanon

I doubt she's ever thought about it so I'll say straight for now 2: otp

Mental breakdowns over Nedcat every single day...I found the good sweet heart in Ned... I can't do this I really can't 3: brotp

Brienne! Brienne trying to comfort her when she heard Bran and Rickon were dead was so ;__; 4: notp

PETYR GET AWAY FROM HER DIE JUST DIE 5: first headcanon that pops into my head

I KNOW SHE KISSED THAT SKULL! 6: favorite line from this character

Possibly "I have no sons but Robb" just for the awful nasty dramatic irony of it all. 7: one way in which I relate to this character

I've got red hair too uwu 8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

When people make mean awful posts about her... 9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

Somewhere in between.

Turin

1: sexuality headcanon

Bisexual, it's pretty much canon right? 2: otp

His relationship with Beleg makes me want to throw up and claw my eyes....anglachel saying Beleg's name right before he died...I can't do this 3: brotp

Gwindor ;__; I can't think about them for too long because it makes my heart hurt. 4: notp

Androg. 5: first headcanon that pops into my head

Doesn't like having his hair touched by anyone other than Beleg and Nienor. 6: favorite line from this character

"RUN, MOCKER OF WOMEN!" 7: one way in which I relate to this character

his disordered personality 8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

The Brandir killing was pretty bad :skull: 9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

The poorest, soggiest meow meow.

Stannis

1: sexuality headcanon

Deeply repressed gay man. 2: otp

Stavos truther thanks to you <33 3: brotp

Really interested in his weird relationship with Mel...what IS going on there. Oh well love her swag. And Shireen...don't kill Shireen...DON'T KILL!! 4: notp

Selyse and NO HATE ON HER OF COURSE IF SHE HAS TWO FANS THATS US....but they're both too repressed and gay. 5: first headcanon that pops into my head

That line from the sh*w about him contacting healers from all over the place when Shireen first contracted greyscale was actually valid and I accept it. 6: favorite line from this character

PEACH MONOLOGUE 7: one way in which I relate to this character

I'm a teeth grinder and I have permanent jaw pain from doing it lol 8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

would be harder to name something that doesn't. Thinking of that iconic post that just listed all the ways he's an embarrasing flop 9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

Problematic fave, but not as problematic as he could be.

Findis

1: sexuality headcanon

Lesbian Findis truthers stand up? *three people stand up* 2: otp

Elemmire! Ok I KNOW Elemmire has pretty much nothing but a name and writing a sad song about the trees but she's an epic woman to me. 3: brotp

Finarfin :') I know she visited him in Tirion after the flight of the Noldor I just know it. Also always here for Indis and her children wholesome content. 5: first headcanon that pops into my head

Actually was ineligible for the throne due to her gender (though I think that's pretty much canon?). A big fan of performing arts, can often be found at the theatre/ ballet or equivalent. 6: favorite line from this character

:/ 7: one way in which I relate to this character

Eldest daughter 9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

Has done nothing wrong ever.

Turgon

Here!

#ask game #my hcs #my ocs #ruindis

[violetnatelley]

Changing of the Song [Part 3]: Chapter 39 - Illyria Holmes & The Case of Arthorien

A Marvel & Tolkien Crossover

Main Characters: Fingon, Illyria Strange

Also featuring: Celegorm, Caranthir, Turgon, Aredhel, Glorfindel, Maglor, Limroval, Mithrellas

Warnings: None

Other Tags: The Mystic Arts, Astral Realm, Magic, Sorcery, Teaching, Training, Peredhil, Variants, South Middle Earth, Meetings, Sibling Bonding, Secrets

Finally one of them – unfortunately, the eldest – noticed him and Fingon nodded, “Tyelkormo.”

“Findekáno.” Celegorm returned, his demeanour already causing a headache forming as he stopped his knife throwing and gestured to the platter of food. “You dazzle us with your wondrous presence, cousin. Biscuit?”

“No thank you,” Fingon declined and passed over to him, placing down his satchel as he directed his focus to the dark-haired Fëanorian. “Ah, Carnistir. Someone with more intelligence for such things, I need to discuss some things on Maedhros’ list.”

Whilst Celegorm gawked and made a look of offence, Fingon watched as Caranthir stop his writing and make and peered up at him.

With a groan that almost sounded like a growl, Caranthir rolled his eyes. “Oh, not that list again.” He complained as he eyed the pages that Fingon was now showing out of his satchel. “If I hear that list again I am going to genuinely go burn it and then put it in his tea.”

Alright, Fingon might have to agree with Caranthir about that bit. As much as he loved him, Maedhros and his obsession with organization and routine were perhaps almost over the top. It was something he noticed when growing up with his red-haired ellon, a sort of coping mechanism he had when it came to being the eldest of seven.

Shaking his head, he returned to his agenda as he questioned him as well as Celegorm, “Please tell me we have completed the numbers correctly?”

“Yes, we have, Finde.” It was Celegorm who replied, walking over to pat Fingon’s shoulder. He sighed dramatically and assured him, “Stop worrying.”

Yes because it’s as if he could do so simply when there was a war going on.

Fingon shrewdly gave the two a look before bluntly answering, “Well considering I am also to keep an eye on you two for the sake of Maitimo’s welfare I am trying to help you both.” He paused for a moment, lowering his volume as he asked them with more concern than before, “Have you heard from Atarincë? Your mother?”

“No.” Celegorm’s voice grew harsh, the way his eyebrows furrowed. Afterwards, he glared down at the table, staring down at the list Caranthir was reading through. “We’ve asked Lord Glorfindel but all he’s said is that nothing has corresponded.”

Caranthir sighed and placed the list down as he plainly clarified, “What Tyelko is saying is that we don’t trust Laurefindelë.”

“What? Why?” Fingon turned, darting his eyes between him and Celegorm in confusion – and mostly concern. “I thought you all worked together?"

Or so that’s what he heard and suspected from Maedhros. Before he left for his mission, Maedhros told him what exactly happened in Rivendell. From Elrond Peredhel almost dying to be horrified of the entire valley being burnt to the ground. All but the main house perished, with some forced to rebuild whilst the enemy fled out into the wilderness.

He also said that his brothers had a good relationship with the people of Rivendell, even saving those despite prejudices and offences of the past.

It would seem it was different in the eyes of Celegorm and Caranthir.

A scoff left Celegorm’s lips as he folded his arms and said, “There is a difference between working together and being friends.” He shook his head, changing the subject as he peered back at Fingon and repeated, “Look, we are just telling you to be careful. And as much as I hate listening to my brother; I don’t want his partner to be stabbed in the back.”

Fingon softened his expression, knowing well how rare it was to see Celegorm care even by the slightest notion. Even he struggled sometimes to know if he cared for Aredhel or his brothers at all, knowing from experience that his way of caring was a little more destructive and ruder to others.

“I appreciate your concern. The both of you. But I am alright,” Fingon smiled, nodding at both of them as he then thanked Caranthir for going through the work. After a few minutes, the dark-haired brother passed the rolled-up parchment to him and Fingon said, “I’ll be heading down to Mithlond soon.”

-Excerpt from Fingon's viewpoint

#the oialea series #silmarillion #tolkien #lord of the rings #marvel #crossover #lotr #ao3 #chapter update #mcu x tolkien #fingon #elurin #mithrellas #maglor

[thescrapwitch]

3, 9, 15?

Thank you for the ask! :)

3 What’s a fic idea that you have but haven’t written yet?

I just posted about my WIPs yesterday, but low and behold, as soon as I had completed one of them a new idea arrived:

Maedhros and Maglor go to parlay with Morgoth and get captured, so now Celegorm is king. What would that be like for him? I don’t see him as someone who would charge at Angband in retaliation; he’s a hunter. He knows how to be patient, especially when dealing with large prey. But I also think he’d hate being put in the position of the eldest and his relationship with his remaining brothers during those 30 years would be very interesting to explore.

9 What’s your favorite line(s) or scene(s) that you have written?

I’m very proud of all the little song jokes I wrote for Lindir in my Eldritch!Maglor series: the Quenya word for “effervescent”, the moss ballad, a ‘Five Green and Speckled Frogs’ song reference. They make me giggle every time I reread them.

Also, the scene in For Want of a Crown, where Fingon talks to the eagle about faith, the Valar and people: “Perhaps it is wrong, but if I have to choose between gods who are silent or people who can make mistakes, then I will choose people, every time.” I really love that line, and what it means for his character in that fic.

15 Are there words, phrases, mannerisms or scenes you tend to use a lot?

I love using alliteration, and tend to sneak that in whenever I can. When I’m writing a rough draft, I start a lot of sentences with “Then” or “And” which I have to go back and strike out during the editing process. I’ve also found that I’ve been using the phrase “an uncountable number of years” since writing Silmarillion fic, probably due to writing about immortal elves.

#thank you again for the asks! #my fic #silmarillion

[symphonyofsilence]

Listen, good folks...

A SHITTY PERSON IS NOT NECESSARILY A BAD PARENT!

People can be bad at one thing, and good at another

Because people are multidimentional complex beings wouldya believe!

Maybe Lucius & Narcissa Malfoy hurt Draco by spoiling him rotten & raising him as a bigot & being a DE & a DE ally & a shitty DE at that

But they genuinely loved their son to the point that they were searching wandless for him in middle of a full blown battle! Narcissa looked Voldemort, a known strong occlumens, dead in the eye & lied to him for Draco ! Lucius was already out of favour with Voldemort and he still chose to beg for Draco instead of listening to Voldemort's orders! He & Draco seemed on such close terms that Lucius would send pieces of newspapers to him making fun of the Weasleys! No there was no "deeper meaning" to "my father will hear about this" they were just that close & Lucius had spoiled that brat like that!

Lucius & Narcissa's love for their family was their only redeeming quality!

& hate to put this problematic baby's name in a post in which i discussed Lucius & Narcissa Malfoy but now that we're on the subject Allow me to explain why there are reasons to believe that Fëanor was a good dad :

He seemed so close to his sons that usually when he was not in his smithy he was spending time with them. They followed him everywhere. They all went with him to Formeneos, they all took the oath unprompted just because Fëanor did it, they followed him to ME, again because they wanted to. Fëanor says to Nerdanel in Shibboleth "they are all determined to go with their father."

Brings me to my other point. He seems open minded. All his kids chose different professions according to their interests. He didn't like Fingolfin, but his kids were very close to Fingolfin's children. He didn't like the Valar, but Celegorm was besties with Orome. When Maedhros doesn't want to participate in the burning of the ships, he just stands aside & Fëanor does not even get upset. 'cause in an earlier version of the story, he gives Maedhros the earlier version of the elfstone before his death.(which Maedhros later gives to Fingon...unrelated but thought you should know.) That also shows that even in his worst moments, his anger is never directed at his children.

Nerdanel the wise had 7 kids with him. Elves have inner birth control & reproduce at will. If he wasn't a good father to the previous ones, Nerdanel wouldn't want to have more kids with him.

Also look at the way he just wants his two youngests to have their own separate mother-names! Precious!

What harm he did to his sons, was unintentional. Not thinking your actions through, especially when it concerns your children is not a good thing to do as a parent i admit. But he meant no harm to his kids.(the last thing he did, asking his sons to continiue the quest even though he knew it was in vain was very shitty tho.)

& there's nothing said about what kind of a dad Curufin was but we know that the reason Celebrimbor cut ties with him was what he did to Finrod in Nargothrond. Nothing about him being a bad dad. But don't you think it makes what Celebrimbor did more grand if Curifin was a good father? If Celebrimbor was loved and cared for but he still acknowledged that his dear father is not a good person & cut all ties & went his own separate way?

Like...Finwë & Fëanor's love for each other made Fëanor blind to what a selfish & harmful father & husband & even king Finwë was. & Fëanor & his sons presumed love for each other led to them blindly following him & creating a book worth of catastrophes. Celebrimbor could be the one breaking that chain.

Also also most importantly!

Everytime someone says Elrond & Elros had stockholm syndrome, Disney starts making a remake.

#you keep using that word i don't think you know what it means #you can defend Elwing without shitting on Maglor as E&E's surrogate parent this is a thing that can happen #lucius malfoy #narcissa malfoy #narcissa black #draco malfoy #hp #harry potter #tolkien #silmarillion #jrrt #lotr #the silm #fëanor #feanorians #fëanoro #sons of feanor #curufinwë #curufin #atarinke #celebrimbor #tyelperinquar #maglor #makalaure #kanafinwe #elrond peredhel #elrond #elros tar minyatur #parents #my two cents

[warrioreowynofrohan]

About two years ago I posted a couple bits of my idea for a fic about Maedhros in the Halls. I’ve finally managed to put together a draft for the first chapter now.

Maedhros had not intended to seek the Halls.

He had not intended anything, in those last moments, save to remove his stain from the world. That the fires of the jewel and the fires at the heart of the earth might serve to purge both body and spirit, and leave Arda free of him. When he found his spirit living still - burning still, though flesh and bones and nerves had all melted away - he was too weary and lacking in will to do anything but obey the pull of Mandos’ summons.

To the degree that he still had the strength to expect anything, he expected judgement. Condemnation. That Mandos would see that such a thing had no place in the world, and cast him into the darkness. But there was no such moment, only a long sitting in the dimness of the Halls, alone, with nothing save burning in his hand and horror in his soul.

“Hey, big brother.”

The voice broken unexpectedly into his thoughts, and then Amras was grinning at him. There was something strange in his eyes that Maedhros couldn’t quite place, and that unsettled him. But he was family, and he was here, and he seemed inexplicably pleased to see Maedhros.

“I got you killed.”

“As I recall, a mob of Sindar and Gondolindrim got me killed. It’s all right, you know. They’re not - the Powers aren’t going to do anything to us. We’re here, and they’re never letting us out one way or another, but that also means you have nothing to gain from feeling miserable. It’s not as if it’s our fault anyway. Come, see the others.”

Amras pulled him to his feet by his right arm and started tugging him along, and Maedhros followed.

“You do understand that it’s not our fault? They trapped us, we never had a choice. They curse us so that we can do nothing but evil, and then they blame us for doing it and expect us to beg forgiveness. Well, joke’s on them, because we’re not playing that game. Nobody else here seems to want to talk to us - all going along with Them, look at us like there’s something wrong with us - but we’re fine by ourselves. It’s a big scam, making people feel like they need to moan and cry and grovel when the Doom determined everything from the start. Well, they can exile us, and they can rob us, but they can’t rule us, not if we don’t say so.”

The shape of the Halls was vague greyness, but there was a sense of leaving a passageway and entering a larger room, where other figures sat. Celegorm unfolded himself and rose, and Maedhros froze at the sight of his face. The features were all the same as he remembered, but the eyes -

The eyes were not those of the Eldar.

He had seen such eyes in Angband. Had seen them in orc-faces in a host of expressions bitter and hate-filled, cowed and resentful, grinning and gleeful at the chance to torture a prisoner. Now they were triumphant, exhultant, victorious.

“Welcome back, brother! No more lectures? No more pious platitudes? It was convenient to have us around, wasn’t it, to do all the things you liked to tell yourself you didn’t want? All fakery, in the end. You’d do the same and more.”

Maedhros took a step back, and Celegorm’s smile took on a furious edge as his voice rose to a shout. “Don’t you look like that! Playing Their game, are you, trying to pretend there’s something wrong with us! There’s nothing wrong! It’s all just a ploy, a conspiracy, to try to get to us! To try to make us think we need to be fixed! Well, we don’t! We won’t stand for being robbed, not by anyone, not of throne nor realm nor Silmarils! And whoever tries to rob us deserves what they get!”

He leashed his anger again and the smile returned, gentler and more ghastly then before. “There’s no point in trying to run from it, whatever you think you see. Whatever you think we are, you are too. Don’t try to fool yourself that you’re any better than us.”

“I’m not,” Maedhros whispered. “I’m worse.”

“So.” Celegorm plopped back down and gestured at the floor beside them. “Stay.”

Five pairs of orc-eyes gazed into his own.

Maedhros stumbled back one step, then another, then turned and fled into the dark.

#tolkien #the silmarillion #fanfic #maedhros #celegorm #halls of mandos #sons of fëanor

[sweetteaanddragons]

Normally, I wouldn't go out of my way to read Feanor & Fingolfin fics, but the way you portray their relationship and the characters makes me want to read more! Also, how do you think the storyline in the Silmarillion would change if Luthien agreed to marry Celegorm if he lets her go and rescue Beren and he agrees? How would this affect Doriath and the Feanorians politically? Would Dior still be born? What would happen with Beren? And what about the silmarils? I hope I'm not wasting too much of your time :)

Thank you so much! Asking questions is never a waste of time.

I had to think about this one for a bit. I think one of the biggest factors to consider is why Luthien proposes this.

Is she genuinely attracted to Celegorm now? Does she think this bargain is the best way to achieve everyone’s mutual goals?

Or is she just that desperate to save Beren? If so, what’s her plan? To go through with it? To make sure Celegorm never survives long enough to make this an issue?

Or does she think that this is risky enough that the odds of all three of them coming back alive are pretty much nil, so there’s no point worrying about it?

That last scenario is the one I’m most interested in. They’re going off to face Morgoth! One party of people trying this just failed miserably! Sure, they’re going to try, but someone’s going to die here. Possibly everyone. The survivors can worry about marriage afterward.

If this is spun right, this puts the Feanorians in a much better position in Nargothrond. And Curufin is very dedicated to making sure it gets spun right.

Doriath is . . . less pleased, but not quite as ticked as they were in canon, mainly because they’re just plain confused. Luthien has been . . .. kidnapped by Celegorm? Made a bargain with Celegorm? Eloped with Celegorm? They don’t know what’s going on, but they’re alarmed by all possibilities on the table.

The full political aftermath depends on the outcome, which I think you could plausibly spin in any direction you like.

Option A: Beren dies, as per canon. This time he stays dead. Luthien honors her agreement and marries Celegorm. They have a kid who is not Dior. Doriath is not pleased but they grit their teeth and tolerate the Feanorians after Luthien confirms that this is what she wants.

Option B: Beren dies, as per canon. Luthien brings him back, but not before Celegorm assumes Luthien is also dead and not coming back, so he takes the Silmaril and leaves. Luthien and Beren can’t get married in Doriath without it, but Luthien doesn’t want to let Celegorm know she’s still alive by fighting him for it, so they just elope to the woods. Celegorm eventually sort of figures things out when Dior goes to rule Doriath, but Doriath has no Silmaril, so we avoid two kinslayings.

Option C: Luthien and Beren legitimately die. Celegorm takes the Silmaril. Thingol hates the Feanorians more than ever. The Feanorians maintain an uneasy foothold in Nargothrond. There are no more kinslayings.

Option D: Luthien legitimately dies. Celegorm wants the Silmaril. Beren wants to go throw the Silmaril at Thingol’s head. Huan does not want them to fight. They eventually reach some sort of compromise. This compromise is not good for the Feanorian’s reputation in Doriath or Thingol’s health.

Option E: Luthien and Celegorm die. Beren goes and throws a Silmaril at Thingol’s head. Curufin successfully convinces Nargothrond that the real problem here is Doriath. Relations between the two cities grow . . . frosty.

Option F: Celegorm dies. Everything else goes as according to canon, except the Feanorians demand the Silmaril immediately. Thingol says no. Luthien says yes. Thingol blames the Feanorians.

Option G: Everyone dies. Doriath and the Feanorians blame each other.

Option H: Everyone lives. Luthien offers the Silmaril in place of her hand. Celegorm accepts this offer.

I realize that in none of these options does Luthien marry Celegorm if Beren survives, but I’ve always interpreted it as that while Celegorm is legitimately interested in her, he’s more interested in the Silmaril. Given the choice, that’s what he’ll settle for.

Other thoughts?

#silmarillion #luthien #beren #celegorm #i love asks!

[jengajives]

Part four Caranthir is a dick

Part one

Part two

Part three

Up close, Daeron noticed that the Fëanorian dinner table was smaller than he’d imagined; granted, he had been imagining a cartoon rich-person table with about fifty seats at it, and it was big, to be sure, just not as big. There were maybe fifteen chairs pulled up, each of them carved of twisting metal and dark wood to match the elegance of the dining table. A stream of red silk ran down the middle. No food was set out yet, and now that Daeron thought about it, he couldn’t imagine any of these people making their own meal. He’d seen Maglor attempt to cook before, and it had not gone well; judging by the established patterns of behavior, the rest of his family would be much worse. The help would probably bring the food out once it was all done.

What a bizarre thought to pass through his mind.

Five of the chairs were occupied, all at the nearest half of the table. Two redheads sat talking back and forth, apparently blind to their surroundings and dressed in almost identical, expensive-looking sweatshirts; a frowning man with deepset eyes and hair of the deepest auburn, so dark it was almost indistinguishable from black, dressed in a silken suit that gleamed violet in the sunlight (Curufin took Celebrimbor from Daeron and took a seat at his side, looking smug); a tired red-haired woman who sat with her arms folded, a drawn scowl on her face; and, of course, the one Daeron assumed to be Fëanor himself, comfortably seated at the head of the table and weighing Daeron with his silver gaze. The family resemblance hit Daeron hard. Fëanor’s face was almost identical to Curufin’s, but he had Celegorm’s sharp jaw and Maglor’s eyes. He also saw the compact build on the red-haired twins, and there was something in the brow that Fëanor shared with the man in the suit. A bit of every son present there, except for Maedhros, who seemed to take after his mother. Unlike his boys- indeed, unlike almost any Noldo Daeron had ever met- Fëanor wore his black hair cropped short and close to the skull, without braiding of any kind. He didn’t look like a particularly nice man.

“Maglor,” he said, and a smile crossed his face that did nothing to put Daeron at ease. “Glad you could make it.”

“Hey, Dad.”

“Hello, dewdrop.” The woman smiled, too, but Daeron liked the look of hers. He got the impression he was going to like Nerdanel. Her skin was brushed with dark freckles, and her nose was crooked, but she had a warmth to her where Fëanor had only intensity and heat.

Maglor put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently.

“Everyone, this is my boyfriend, Daeron. Daeron, this is my mom and dad, Caranthir, Amrod, and Amras.”

One of the redheads rolled his eyes. “Last again.”

“I was hoping you all wouldn’t mind speaking Sindarin tonight?” Maglor seemed to be staring at Caranthir as he spoke. “Switch it up a little.”

Nerdanel looked like she was about to say something when Caranthir interrupted.

Just hearing his voice, Daeron got a bad feeling about him. Too calculated and much too smooth.

“Why should all of us have to speak a lower language just to cater to him?” He glanced at Daeron and there was a dismissive flash in his inky grey eyes.

Maglor took a step forward before Daeron even had time to process how offensive that was, and put an arm protectively in front of him, apparently on instinct.

“That’s pretty rude,” he said. His voice was calm but the glare he gave his brother certainly was not. “We all speak Sindarin. It’s not a big deal.”

“Can your friend not speak Quenya?” Caranthir glared right back. “I thought the Dark Elves had finally picked that up, but maybe that’s an overestimation on my part.”

“Lay off, Caranthir, seriously-“

“I just don’t see why he can’t use our language if we’re his hosts.”

“My Quenya is fine,” Daeron butted in, though of course he knew his accent was all off. He understood it a lot better than he actually spoke it; he just didn’t want to cause a fight over this. Maglor was too staunch a defender. Daeron didn’t want him to feud with a brother over this.

“Fine might be too generous a word,” Caranthir said. He looked mad. Daeron couldn’t fathom what had possibly set him off.

“That’s too far,” chided Nerdanel; her use of Sindarin didn’t go amiss. Her son grumbled and flicked out his phone instead, and Maglor’s fists somewhat relaxed.

“We’re happy to have you, Daeron.” Fëanor had a very good voice, and his Sindarin was flawless. Daeron suddenly began to understand this man’s popularity; he might not look friendly, but he sounded like an ally. Simple as that. “We don’t get Grey Elves very often. And since your Quenya needs improvement, we are all happy to share your language. It’s no difficulty, is it, boys?”

No one answered him. The twins were whispering to each other, checked out, Curufin had a stupid, knowing grin on his face, and Caranthir was still pouting.

“Quenya needs improvement.” He should be grateful I even bothered learning this much. Stupid language.

“Thank you,” Maglor said shortly, glaring at his brothers.

He pulled out a chair and motioned for Daeron to take it, which he did, rather hesitantly. Caranthir was still staring at him, and it felt as if Fëanor was trying to pick him apart with his eyes. He shifted uncomfortably as Maglor sat down beside him.

“Food is almost ready- where’s Nelyo?” Fëanor looked at Maglor like he thought he was hiding Mae in his pocket somewhere. Mags only shrugged.

“Upstairs, I think.”

“Got another mysterious phone call, did he?” Curufin smiled smugly. “Any clue who his secret lover is yet, Mags?”

“I didn’t realize I was supposing to be investigating.”

“Course you are. You’re his favorite.”

“Mae is entitled to his privacy.”

“Sure, sure. You think it’s one of the Valar again?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Fëanor spoke firmly, putting an end to any speculation. “Nelyo knows better than to tangle with that lot.”

“One of them would be better than a Sindar,” Caranthir said. It was quiet, but not quiet enough; he’d meant for Daeron to hear it.

Maglor had really neglected to mention how much of a dick this one was.

“Did the Sindar do something to you?” Daeron asked as politely as he could manage, ignoring the way Maglor gripped his thigh in a clear signal not to engage. “If we did, I’m sorry, but there’s no need to generalize like that.”

Caranthir met his gaze, cool but undeniably angry. There was a slightly purple tint to his storm-colored eyes.

“Don’t like Dark Elves,” he said in a particularly chilling voice. “Bad for business.”

“That’s good, because I’m not a Dark Elf.”

If this smug little bastard wanted a fight, Daeron would give it to him.

“Babe…” Maglor said, tugging at his arm.

Caranthir looked like he was about to stand up and start laying into him, so Daeron braced to get to his feet, but the boiling tensions were somewhat lessened when Maedhros came into the dining room. Initially, it looked like he was out of breath from taking the stairs too fast, but his face was also a bit flushed, and a strand of hair that had been up a few minutes ago was loose and clung to a line of sweat on his forehead.

“Sorry. Am I the last one here? Didn’t mean to keep anyone waiting.”

“Celegorm is still outside,” Maglor offered. “Daeron and I can go get him.”

“No, don’t worry about it. I’m already up.” Mae flashed his tired smile and vanished again; Maglor looked very worried about it. He knew Daeron was close to chewing his brother out at the dinner table during his very first family visit, and that wouldn’t exactly be a good look, but before he could think of another excuse to relieve tensions, his mother did it for him.

“Caranthir, stop glaring and leave our guest alone. We’ve agreed to leave politics away from the dinner table, yes?”

“Like we ever do that,” he grumbled.

“Shape up. You’re a grown man and more than capable of putting on a courteous front for a few hours.” Nerdanel folded her arms, and Daeron was stricken by how muscular she was. The biceps strained against her sleeves- it was a miracle she even fit them in at all.

Caranthir looked like a scolded puppy, but still he whined, “But I-“

“No. You owe Daeron an apology.”

A long silence. Caranthir looked like he’d rather kill Daeron then apologize to him, but his mother kept him locked in a death stare, so eventually he caved in and grumbled, “Sorry.” It was not very convincing.

“It’s fine,” said Daeron in a clipped voice. It wasn’t fine, but he would rather Maglor’s family not hate him, so he could pretend. It seemed to put Mags more at ease, at the very least.

The skittering off claws on hardwood indicated the arrival of Huan and his master, and as Maedhros and Celegorm took seats on either side of their mother, Fëanor said something about eating, and the smell of something fragrant with herbs drifted in along with the small herd of cooks and servers. It smelled a bit too much like poultry for Daeron’s tastes. He got the feeling the Fëanorians would not approve of his not eating meat.

This whole thing was starting to feel like a really bad idea.

#jenga makes junk #fic #modern au #maglor #daeron #daemags #maglor x daeron #feanorians #feanor #nerdanel #maedhros #celegorm #curufin #caranthir #amrod #amras #starting to feel a litttttle crowded here

[skyeventide]

A name

the twins for @feanorianweek and here on AO3

Ambarussa is his brother, the brother who is his mirror image. 

Ambarussa puts his arm around his shoulders and laughs aloud, and Ambarussa rarely finds quips and jests quite that amusing, but he joins in, if nothing else because the sound of his brother’s laughter is bright as bells and bubbling like streams, and contagious. 

Ambarussa, when he is angry, scowls deeply and lifts his chin up, and his nose curls at the sides, the same expression, Ambarussa has noticed, that descends on Tyelkormo’s face; and when he is with his brother, Ambarussa matches that frown with precision. But when he is alone he twists his lips instead and, askance, shoots a quick glare.

« Ambarussa », his brother, who is his mirror image, calls.

And Ambarussa calls back. 

*

Their father has never looked kindly upon that. 

He has ever pressed his mouth in a tight line, a muscle in his jaw jumping, his eyes cutting to the side, away from them, and one who knows their father less would mistake his discomfort for anger. 

« You are Ambarto », their father snaps, an evening when his mood is more frayed.

Their father has a way to demand silence without even hinting that it is what he wants. But Ambarussa, who is his brother, was born with a proud and steady boldness in his spirit and is not at all deterred. « Me? », he asks. 

« No », their father replies, his voice already mellowing. « You are. »

And his beautiful but forge-callused hands touch Ambarussa’s head in a caress. 

He tastes that other name on his tongue, but the sounds roll wrong. 

*

No one else minds, especially not mother.

*

The first time they speak of this, their hair has already begun to change, making them subtly different from one another; they have learnt to hunt with skill, and Ambarussa has taken to the working of copper with his mother and grandfather. They are in the forests, fletching arrows under the golden shadow of chestnut trees.

« I asked mother, one time », Ambarussa admits.

His brother snorts. « I asked father. »

« And what did he say? »

« That even at birth we looked greatly alike but even so we were not the same child, and therefore mother should not have been so bothered if he begged her for two different names. To which I said that he was one to talk, with how he named Curvo. »

Ambarussa chuckles. But then he prods, « And how did he answer? », for certainly his father answered.

« It was different, he said. His name for Curvo was a title, hers for us a prophecy. »

There is something his brother is not saying and it is the first time in his life that Ambarussa’s mind does not mingle seamlessly with his own. Ambarussa thinks nothing of it, or tries to. 

It is only much later that he learns the whole story.

*

Their brothers begin calling them by other names, when their hair has changed entirely, one darker like garnets, one lighter like the copper jewels he has wrought. 

So he is Telvo, and Ambarussa is Pityo. 

Ambarussa enjoys the nickname, but doesn’t use it for his brother -- after all, he often calls his brother only by thoughts, a tug to the spirit as natural as breathing.

*

« What did mother say? »

« That our name was the truth of her heart, and if truly we hated it, we would one day each choose an epessë or be given one by others, and that would be the truth of ours. »

*

It was Umbarto -- that was the other name.

It is Ambarussa who spits it to his face, with the bluntness that is his wont, in the dark hour in which they pack a few light belongings to leave Aman forever. Mother is outside the house, silent and solemn like quiet waters, and Ambarussa has not greeted her.

« That is what she called you. No wonder father wanted it changed. »

Ambarussa spits it to his face when they learn that she had come to ask for her youngest child to be left with her. He has not been a child for many centuries, for countless decades.

« If people in our family », he says under his breath, with a sharp look askance and his lips pursed in a line, « bothered to ask others for their thoughts rather than making them the object of their assumptions and bargains, perhaps one could speak their mind and their wishes with more honesty. »

« The hour in which I see you speak your mind directly, Ambarussa », his twin replies, « I shall throw a party. »

He glares at his brother also, who is his mirror image.

*

He looks at his mother one last time, and it isn’t longing, it isn’t fear, it isn’t a roiling sense of betrayal that this other name was hidden from him, nor nostalgia. None of those, all of them, but then his brother’s thoughts mingle with his as they used to, lending him a jolt of determination. 

*

It is told of Ambarussa that, on the shores of Beleriand, he was the only one of his brothers other than Nelyo who could stand straight before their father and hold his gaze with defiance. 

He does not remember that -- he was not there. Though sometimes his brother’s memory fuses with his, when they speak without words, and he too sees it, and sees their father’s inexpressibly luminous eyes shining with the hardness of diamonds.

All he remembers of the long night of Losgar is the smoke he woke up to, the scorching pain as he ran into the flames, the impact with water, the untold torment of his limbs as he was cradled by despairing arms, there on the wet sand of an unfamiliar land.

* 

All their brothers give their names in the new tongue to the grey elves of the north.

Nelfin Maedhros. Cónafin Maglor. Turfin Celegorm. Morfin Caranthir. Curufin Adareg and his young son, Celebrimbor. 

Nibefin Amras. 

His scars circle the back of his left hand, and crawl from under the collar of his clothes to hug his jaw, the burnt skin gleaming silver and uneven. The etchings of his fear and grief, hidden and present, rejected and accusing. 

« Telufin », he says to the elves of the Mithrim lake. 

He breathes in and smiles, a chilling curl to his lips.

« Amrod. »

#Amrod #Amras #Nerdanel #Feanor #feanorianweek #The Silmarillion #writing stuff #posted on the wrong day I know but I am unable to wait