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tanoraqui · 2 years
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I was just rereading your kidnap family hcs post, and I was wondering, did anyone ever ask your thoughts about the last followers of the sons of feanor? Bc I'd love to know 👀
@feanorianethicsdepartment did, iirc, and I didn't answer...I also haven't given my full eloquent pitch for Maglor/Eärendil courtly romance...but I shall now! for the former. My thoughts are this:
"Of course," said Eonwë, with a susurrus of wings and a tone of benevolent surprise, as though the Herald of Manwë hadn't considered that they might need to ask.
The last three followers of the Sons of Fëanor bowed politely and gave him thanks, except for Baradiel who was nursing broken ribs and so only nodded. Together they turned away and walked to an outcropping of the stony shore. It wasn’t far—there was little left of Beleriand but sea-shore, here in the shadow of the northern Ered Luin at the end of the War of Wrath.
Once there had been thousands in the following of blinding-bright Fëanor and his sons. Then there had been flames, dragons, betrayal and tears, and there were hundreds. Then there had been blood under shadowed trees and on foggy cliffs, a steady winnowing as poison and monsters swallowed the land. and there were tens. Then there had been the final campaign, the war to end all wars, the very last hunt through the dark and twisting bowels of black Angband itself...and now there were three, and together they stood on a sandy stone jutting out over the white-capped sea. (There might have been even fewer, but for the very last fight of all, their lords had slipped away in the night with nary a word, which was probably meant as a mercy. The three of them certainly didn't know.)
"I'm going," Rador said abruptly.
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yellow-faerie · 2 years
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uhhh i kinda wanna take prompt 31 for the fed elf, but she still doesn’t have a name? first person from her pov, maybe?
We can work around not having a name as she is such a fun OC.
From this prompt list.
31 - "What happened to your house?"
I take a great deal of pride in my work. It's important work, after all, and one of the pillars upon which our civilization is born - how could I not be proud of what I do?
But even I must rest sometimes.
With the doors bolted shut and the curtains pulled tight across the windows, I kick my legs up in front of the fire and let myself relax for the first time that day. I have a glass of wine at my elbow from the open bottle I have been keeping cool under the stairs and I take a contented sip.
There's a knock at the door and I scowl.
I know, because I pin it there every evening, that there is a sign on that door that states under no circumstance was I to be disturbed: not a personal visit, certainly not business, not even an attack by Morgoth himself should be a reason to invade on my private evening.
I wait, hoping that perhaps the foolish individual disturbing me will reconsider and depart, having seriously pondered their actions, but I am not so lucky.
The knock comes again, a bit more urgently, and I sigh.
I accept that I am not getting a quiet evening to myself and stand, undoing the locks and bolts and latches on the back door and tugging it open.
On the front step stands my assistant, leaning heavily against the wall with one arm around their waist. They have a bag slung over their shoulder.
I frown.
"What are you doing here? It's well after hours, I don't pay you to do overtime."
"You should," they say with a grimace. "Work followed me home today and stabbed me in a dark alleyway."
I am well and truly horrified. "What an underhanded move! I would expect that from one of Morgoth's servants, but of one of my ethical rivals - I bet it was that elf across the street. He's just the sort of person to use such horrible tactics against-"
My assistant sighs. "Can I bleed out somewhere warmer please? I know you don't feel the cold but I do and it's the middle of the night in the middle of winter and I'm freezing."
I step back and absentmindedly shut the door as they perch on my recently vacated seat.
"But I would have expected better from him. And we've had plenty of very public duels over our opinions, I doubt he would resort to something like this. Now, what about the guy from Himring - he had some rather extreme views..."
"He left the city three days ago. I watched him go." My assistant hisses sharply. "Do you have thread and a needle? I think I'm going to need stitches."
I take the medical box from on top of the cupboard and drop it into their lap, still pondering the issue. Whoever it was stabbed my assistant after all - I cannot let that stand unchallenged.
"Tell me everything that happened," I say abruptly, turning to where my assistant is bleeding out on my favourite armchair: I internally wince at how difficult that will be to get out. "Perhaps I can work out who it was from clues you give me."
"I left work, met some friends at the tavern for a drink and a meal and walked home about an hour after the sun set. But...I wasn't able to get in and so-"
"Why?" I ask, cutting in. "What happened to your house?"
"Firstly," my assistant says, adjusting how they're sitting to get a good angle with the needle, "I do not earn nearly enough by working here to buy a house - I rent a few rooms in a place by the river. Secondly, it was just a flood that they're fixing in the next few days." They let out another hiss of pain as the needle goes in again "I was planning on finding my aunt and staying there but then someone dressed all in black leapt out and stabbed me. They didn't take my bag which is what made me think it had something to do with you and your hundreds of rivalries."
"Then perhaps it was a hired hit. There's the dwarf who preaches all about her morals on the street that runs up the river bank. Perhaps she saw you go home and thought of the opportunity and hired someone, so no-one knew it was her..."
"Ask her tomorrow or something. It's too late to go bothering people now."
I shake my head, pulling my cloak on in a flurry of fabric. "No! If it was her, I need an answer tonight: if it wasn't, then she seems decent enough, I'm sure she'll help."
"I suppose I can't stop you." They struggle to their feet. "I'd better be going to find my aunt now anyway, thanks for the thread."
"You are going nowhere tonight," I say firmly, hopping on one foot as I tug on a boot. "There's a spare room upstairs on the right. You can stay here tonight and tomorrow on your sick day - and sure, as long as it takes until you can get back to your apartment. But no wandering the streets at night until I find your assailant and bring them to justice."
My assistant, leaning heavily on the armchair for support, stares at me before seemingly accepting their fate. "Fine, then I'll see you in the morning."
They pick up their bag and, with a great deal of difficulty, stagger up the stairs. I find myself nodding, before I walk into the shop to take my sword from under the desk.
Time to find that would-be-killer.
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earmo-imni · 10 months
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ceescedasticity · 7 months
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@shrikeseams @feanorianethicsdepartment
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My take on this: Elves are spiritually part of Arda, Men are not. Physically speaking they both are — elves can live basically indefinitely unless killed, but so can some real organisms, so I don't think that's a disqualifier. If they do die their corpses are not as a rule incorruptible except possibly in Aman, and there's never been any indication that they're indigestible.
I'm not sure I'm sold on 'just get animals to cooperate', though… hmm.
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shrikeseams · 7 months
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Thanks to @ceescedasticity and @feanorianethicsdepartment, I am now toying with the idea that the power shift between elves and humans had an effect beyond, y'know. The obvious.
Because immortal elves in a fundamentally mortal ecosystem is weird, right? There's a strong element of mismatch there, something that (to me) marks elves as intrusive and foreign regardless of how attuned to nature Tolkien wants them to be.
So. What if, before humans are introduced, all living things are functionally immortal? Still vulnerable to predation etc, but not to age and disease and such (unless specifically introduced by Melkor). And the introduction of humans is also the introduction of mortality, and a gradual shift from immortality as the natural default to mortality as the natural default? With the process ending at the end of the second age, with the enroundening of Arda.
It also gives some teeth to humans' resentment of elvish mortality (not that humans have ever needed a reason to long for eternity). It makes sense for them to resent their own inherent finite nature if they're introduced to a world where mortality isn't the default.
Not sure this actually works at all. But I'm chewing on it nonetheless.
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sunflowersupremes · 3 years
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@feanorianethicsdepartment okay but Maglor finding abused kids - usually mortals - on his wandering and taking them back to Elrond where he knows they’ll be taken care of. Don’t ask where the parents went, he gets weirdly evasive.
He also brings by orphaned children; elves, dwarves, mortals, probably a Hobbit or two… Whatever he finds, whatever they need, he takes them to Rivendell.
Elrond, of course, isn’t opposed to the idea of taking care of these kids, because he’ll help anyone, he just doesn’t understand how Maglor has a sixth sense for them.
Everyone else in Middle Earth is confused by the rumors of this guardian angel of kids. Galadriel hears about it, immediately realizes its Maglor, sighs, and says ‘he’s not an angel, he’s rude.’
When he shows up with Legolas Elrond is like ‘okay, clearly we have enabled this too long, Legolas is FINE’
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tilions · 3 years
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Fëanel || Fëanor x Nerdanel
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For @feanorianethicsdepartment who requested a Feanel moodboard! I tried to channel the chaotic energy you requested but I don't know how well that worked. Hope you still like it <3
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winterinhimring · 3 years
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alla the brothers hellspawn
I am guessing this is for the reverse unpopular opinion game, so here goes: what I love about the Sons of Fëanor.
I love how complicated and grey everything about them is. They held the line against Morgoth for five hundred years -- five hundred! while practically all of Beleriand sheltered behind them (glares at Thingol). They came closer than anyone else ever did to putting together an alliance that could have defeated the Enemy. And even after the five hundred years ended and they were driven from their fortresses, they still fought. I think Sirion is actually behind the line of Amon Ereb, which means Gondolin's survivors? They were shielded by the Sons of Fëanor.
Which brings me to the other half of their actions, the kinslayings. They murdered people for boats, oaths, and shiny rocks. They betrayed alliances and slaughtered refugees. They kidnapped Lúthien and tried to force her into marriage. And when rescue finally showed up for long-besieged Beleriand, they betrayed the army of the Valar too, killing guards after the victory against Morgoth and stealing the Silmarils. (Which is...rather similar to what Morgoth did in the first place, now that I think about it, though of course they do have at least an arguable claim to the Silmarils where he had none.)
Look at the first half, and you have the greatest heroes of the First Age. Look at the second, and you have the greatest villains after Morgoth and Sauron. And you can't ignore either half. They're both. Somehow. And any reading of them has to somehow reconcile these two things. (That's not even getting in to the complexity surrounding the nature of the Oath, but that's for another post I think!)
Thank you for asking this, I had fun with the answer!
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undercat-overdog · 3 years
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Elwing and Celebrimbor for the for the character asks?
Did Elwing already, so Celebrimbor! @feanorianethicsdepartment asked for him too! 
How I feel about this character
Um, my favorite. No, I really love him. Like Elwing, it was the cinematics that originally made him stick out (the banner and St Sebastian imagery - interesting that he may be the only true martyr figure in Tolkien? I can't think of another one.)
He's fairly unusual as a Tolkien character in that he explicitly wants to make the world a better place; most of the heroes (and antiheroes) are people who fight against the darkness to try to keep the world from becoming worse. Some of that is likely just a function of the time period when he was an active character, but that curiosity and skill and ambition melded with a vision that is genuinely good is appealing. (Which is not to say that his vision is without its weaknesses and faults, but the love of the world, the desire to heal it, is absolutely there.)
All the people I ship romantically with this character
Celebrimbor/Sauron is my OTP. Shadows of Mordor opened me to the potential that is silvergifting, and I immediately opened up ao3 and here I am, writing porn about the Lord of the Rings and the guy he tortured to death.
(Quick review of that game: it is lorelol - no, like it would be difficult to make the lore worse - and the four fridgings are overmuch. But the game play is fun and it is astonishingly shippy - Sauron's one and only motivation is to get Celebrimbor to come back to him. Seriously.)
Fond of him with Celeborn/Galadriel too (unsolicited fic rec).
Some day I will manifest Annatar/Celebrimbor/Galadriel into existence.
My non-romantic OTP for this character
Celebrían! I headcanon that it was her, not Celeborn, that stayed in Eregion when Galadriel left (and, uh, given her and Celebrimbor's diplomatic talents, they were damn lucky that Annatar was there...) and that they reconnected in Valinor.
My unpopular opinion about this character
Hmmm. I'm not sure I have any truly unpopular opinions? Though I am very definitely on the "Celebrimbor wasn't an idiot" side and I think that welcoming Sauron and making the Rings genuinely was the best timeline - it was Sauron's poor life choices that made everything go terribly wrong, not Celebrimbor's (well, ok, best timeline is Sauron not failing his repentance, but that's on him). (Also, fucking Sauron is not actually the worst life choice a Finwean has made and isn't that saying a lot.)
Otherwise, I don't go for the born in Valinor version and I most definitely do not go for one big happy Feanorian family. My personal backstory is that he didn't know his non-Celegorm and Huan uncles well - I'm not sure he even met Amras and Amrod - and that he and Maedhros did not get along and that there's no love lost on Celebrimbor's side. General backstory is that he renounced his Noldorin heritage, not just the Feanorian one, after Nargothrond (or Doriath) and went around calling himself a Sinda and Penadar. Reconciled with it over the first few centuries of the 2nd Age.
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.
As usual, I'm happy with the canon story. This is partly because I am very good at imagining post-canon happy endings and am writing one right now. I view it as very decidedly post-canon and not at all an AU.
I would like to know how and when he attached himself to Galadriel and Celeborn. He's associated strongly with them in all the different backstories and, at least before Annatar shows up, said to be a friend of theirs, though it seems to go south. I go with very early 2nd Age, and I think the politics of Gil-Galad/Círdan/Elrond on one pole and Galadriel/Celeborn/Celebrimbor on another are interesting.
I'd also be interested in explorations of Tolkien's different backgrounds. Like, how the heck does "descendent of Daeron" work. (Presumably even more of a dwarven connection, and I like the non-craft scholarship it brings to him.)
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galadhremmin · 3 years
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silm asks - 1, 9, 13, 22
1. Favorite Section (Ainulindalë, etc.)? The end, because it breaks my heart! The sense of loss is so palpable. You really experience a feeling of mourning for the destruction of a world that never existed in a way I have never experienced with other fantasy. I do love the Ainulindale because the idea of a world made of music and responsive to it is incredible appealing to me. ‘Is that not a silmaril,’ or! that sentence about the death of Miriel...  ‘ and the sky reeled, and the hills slid, and Númenor went down into the sea, with all its children and its wives and its maidens and its ladies proud; and all its gardens and its halls and its towers, its tombs and its riches, and its jewels and its webs and its things painted and carven, and its lore: they vanished for ever. And last of all the mounting wave, green and cold and plumed with foam, climbing over the land, took to its bosom Tar-Míriel the Queen, fairer than silver or ivory or pearls. Too late she strove to ascend the steep ways of the Meneltarma to the holy place; for the waters overtook her, and her cry was lost in the roaring of the wind.’ Painful; beautiful. But yeah, I can’t really choose. Though I’d still say the end.   9. What Age of Arda would you like to live in? I love reading about heroic and tragic events and enjoy dramatic irony, but I want none of those things in my own life! Years of the Trees in Valinor. Every time I try to think about what Valinor would be like in a slightly more concrete way it grows stranger and more intense in my imagination. Even if it would speed up my death-- fine. See Valinor And Die. ‘ And tales and rumours arose along the shores of the sea concerning mariners and men forlorn upon the water who, by some fate or grace or favour of the Valar, had entered in upon the Straight Way and seen the face of the world sink below them, and so had come to the lamplit quays of Avallónë, or verily to the last beaches on the margin of Aman, and there had looked upon the White Mountain, dreadful and beautiful, before they died.” -- That’s the spirit. If it actually existed I’d swim upstream towards the blessed realm like a salmon in season, right here right now.   13. Would you want The Silmarillion to be made into a film or tv series? Only if it was animated, and only if it was done by people like the ones who made Song of the Sea, The Red Turtle or similar. I don’t think the entire thing would really work in the same style; an anthology of separate stories by different creators might work best. The only live action version of a Silm story I’d like to see would be Del Torro in the spirit of Pan’s Labyrinth. But overall I think the Silm material and the way people interact with it would suffer from a big studio laying claim over it. Copyright and capitalism don’t go well with this sort of story.  22. What is your opinion of Fëanor? He’s interesting. This is getting a bit long, so cut.
I think it doesn’t do the character or the story justice to make his conflict with Fingolfin entirely about his father’s affection; there’s a interesting sentence in one of the versions of the stories that indicates Fingolfin was at least perceived as threatening not just Feanor’s but also Finwe’s authority, in favour of the Valar;  Whispers came to Feanor that Fingolfin and his sons Turgon and Fingon were plotting to usurp the leadership of Finwe and of the eldest house of Feanor, and to supplant them by the leave of the Valar-- for the Valar were ill-pleased that the Silmarils lay in Tuna, and were not given in their keeping. [..] on the high day of the Valar Feanor spake words of rebellion against the Valar, crying aloud that he would depart back to the world without, and deliver, as he said, the Gnomes from thraldom, if they would follow him. And when Fingolfin sought to restrain him Feanor drew his sword. ' Combined with from yet another version; 'said Finwë: ‘While the ban lasts upon Fëanor my son, that he may not go to Tirion, I hold myself unkinged, and I will not meet my people.’ ... I think there’s room for more than just a narrative about a child insecure about his father’s love. That is also there; and it is fascinating all on its own, because he is the first person in Valinor to lose a parent, the first for so many things. But this is there, too; a potential politico-religious conflict about authority supported by Noldorin tradition vs. the Valar. Given that Ulmo called Feanor’s birth a result of Marring and Indis line the good to come of it I think this makes sense on both levels.  Anyway, aside from that I think his devolving into a state of horrible, selfish paranoia and grief leads him to do entirely awful things in an interesting way. I don’t read the character as a parallel for real world fascists/nationalists because that just doesn’t make sense in context of, well everything. Being a King in a feudal society is only the start of it... But given Tolkien’s life experiences I’d say when he uses a sentence like ‘no other race shall oust us’ the wording is deliberate, and you’re supposed to feel those associations; the way his spirit starts to twist, the wrongness of the words he uses to motivate those not convinced by the need for vengeance etc. Feanor is a character who often plays the oracle without knowing it. He predicts his own son’s final fate (Maglor) without realising it. When he sees the future he doesn’t know it, and when he is justified in his emotions or even opinions he reacts in the worst possible way. It makes him fascinating. He is too much of everything, and you get the distinct sense that he doesn’t truly understand himself.  Aside from that; well, the slender dexterity of Feanor’s fingers... haha. He was Tolkien’s favourite, clearly, and it shows. I really love what seems like his intense curiosity and need to engage with the world he lives in. I love that his heraldry seems related to the spectrum of visible light, when so much about him is about light. I think Nerdanel might be the only woman in Tolkien’s work who is not loved for her beauty but her spirit, and that in turn tells me something about Feanor’s spirit. I could go on, probably verging into headcanons. I enjoy the character; I think of his actions and eventual implied ideology are indefensible. I also think that the circumstances being what they were (no one born in the blessed realm truly understood loss, or having to let go of a possession, for one) and with the qualities ascribed to him his choices make sense. 
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faustandfurious · 3 years
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16, 52, 67, 99, 134
16 - A book you'd recommend to your younger self
There's always the thought that "if only I'd read that book back then, I might have avoided that particular bad decision", but I think that's just wishful thinking. What you get out of a book when you read it, depends heavily on your own experiences and the mindset with which you approach the story, and you cannot force people into some kind of early maturity just by exposing them to literature they lack the framework to understand.
However, I do regret that it took me so long to pick up Howl's Moving Castle, because I think I would have enjoyed it just as much ten years ago.
52 - A popular book series you love
Apart from the obvious answer (LotR), I'd say the Locked Tomb series (Gideon the Ninth, Harrow the Ninth), though I'm not entirely sure to what extent it counts as popular beyond the fact that my local fantasy/sci-fi bookstore promoted the hell out of Harrow the Ninth when it was published. There's just something about the blend of biblical and mythological allusions, themes of shame/guilt/sacrifice, whodunnit mysteries, unreliable narration, vivid descriptions of anatomy, and modern internet memes, that ticks all the boxes for what I didn't even know I was looking for in a book series.
67 - Your favourite historical fiction novel
A Place of Greater Safety, hands down.
99 - A book with a strong female protagonist
His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman. I am not overly fond of the "strong female protagonist" concept because it has become a marketing gimmick for books that don't let its female protagonists be anything but cardboard cutout "badass" action heroes with little agency or personality. Lyra from HDM is strong in the other sense of the word; she moves the plot forward on her own, she is allowed to be a whole person with flaws and doubts without being condemned for it by the narrative.
134 - Unrecommend any book you'd like
The Black Opera by Mary Gentle, which promised 19th century alternate history and music, and gave me the average New Atheist Internet Smartarse as a protagonist, but with the added ridiculousness of him having this science-over-superstition attitude when he literally talked to the ghost of his dead father on a regular basis. Additionally the writing was tedious. I gave up after about 200 pages. Don't read it.
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tanoraqui · 2 years
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trawling through @feanorianethicsdepartment’s blog this afternoon made me realize that the reason Celechwes gets along so well with the Noldor in general and Fëanorians in particular is that a cornerstone of her moral code is “anything done in service of keeping My People safe is inherently justified—maybe not ideal, but justified”, and this does apply to kinslaying. And she respects when other people have the same motive but different definitions of “My People.”
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yellow-faerie · 3 years
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12, feanerd, aaaangst
Oooh, absolutely!
From this prompt list.
12 - “It wasn’t like that. I...I loved him.”
There is a knock on Nerdanel’s door.
She ignores it, hoping that whoever it is takes the clue and leaves so she can focus on her project.
Her plan lasts all of five minutes, at which point she begins to hear the tell tale signs of a lock being picked and decides that someone breaking might be more important than her work.
She grabs a particularly sharp chisel on her way out.
She gets to the entranceway at the same time as her great-grandson manages to finish with the lock and opens the door triumphantly.
His face drops as he sees Nerdanel standing there but Nerdanel merely gives him a tight smile as she drops her tool in her front pocket.
“That’s the fourth quickest lock-picking I’ve been witness to in this house.”
“Only the fourth?” Elladan asks as Nerdanel gestures for him to step inside and shuts the door, checking the lock to see if any damage had been done to it.
“Yes but you managed to keep the mechanism working so I’ll give you extra points for that.”
“Thanks, I think.”
“It was a compliment. But what brings you to my humble abode?”
She begins to make her way back to her studio, if only to clear up before turning her whole attention to her guest, and Elladan has to run a bit to keep up with her.
“Nana wanted to ask if you had any of Haru Maglor’s old music. She thought it might cheer Atta up.”
Nerdanel snorts a laugh. “Not likely. Maglor’s earliest music was a bit strange or too…exuberant and that’s all he left here. If you want his best stuff is either decomposing in the ruins of Formenos or drowned with the rest of Beleriand.”
She kneels down to lock her tools in their box, trying not to think of a little boy with gaps in his teeth from fighting with his brothers, proudly handing her a scribbled mess of notes and words.
“I could take it anyway? Nana might be able to do something with it.”
“No.” Nerdanel straightens up. “Tell your mother that if she wants to cheer her husband up, she shouldn’t bring up ghosts of the past.”
She drags a sheet over her half-finished statue and ties it down to the rings on the floor.
Elladan shuffles his feet, tapping the toe of his boot against the stone in the same way Ambarussa used to do while his brother attempted to lie their way out of a punishment.
“I’ll get going then?”
“Of course not,” Nerdanel says sharply. “You’ve come all the way from the sea to see me, the least I could do is provide you with supper and a bed for the night.”
She turns around, untying her apron and throwing it onto its hook.
“Come along dear great-grandson,” she says, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, “I think I have some bread in the cupboard and I probably still have some sprinkles somewhere - we can make some fairy bread.”
“Fairy bread?”
“Bread and sprinkles. It’s surprisingly nice. Náro…Náro used to make it.”
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Elladan looks a little sceptically at his plate. “Are you sure this is safe to eat?”
“No,” Nerdanel says through an incredibly sweet mouthful. “It will probably give you heart failure.”
“You said Fëanor…you said Atatto made this a lot?” Elladan worries at his lip.
“You don’t need to pretend to be interested just because we’re family.”
“I’m not! Pretending that is. I just…I can’t imagine the Fëanor I grew up hearing about making and eating…this.” He gestures at his plate of barely eaten bread.
Nerdanel laughs, something between a snort and cough. “Oh the Fëanáro of the history books wouldn’t. But history books don’t tend to mention someone’s idiosyncrasies nor how they were…before history came into the equation.”
She sighs and takes another bite.
“How they were before history?”
She waves a hand vaguely. “You know, people are so different to how they’re portrayed in history books. History books try to make neat narratives tied in a bow but the world doesn’t work like that. Feelings don’t work like that.”
“So…” Elladan trails off, swallowing nervously. “When Fëanor was banished…?”
“It wasn’t like that.” She sighs again, letting her bread drop from her hand onto her plate and spinning a lock of loose hair around her finger. “I…I loved him, back then. We loved each other.”
They had argued, she can remember screaming at him and him screaming back, because they loved each other too much and were too stubborn for their own good.
“I still do, despite everything.”
She doesn’t really notice when Elladan takes another nibble of his bread.
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astridbecks · 3 years
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heya! i know we haven’t talked before, but you mentioned feanorian follower ocs on your tags to my post and now i’m Interested
ah, thanks for your interest! i have a few and i've written a couple fics featuring them, most recently for trsb 2019.
cut my roots & now my leaves are dead features cemnariel, steward for maedhros, and is set during the construction of himring! she's got a lot of things on her plate and is very good at dealing with everyone else's problems while studiously ignoring her own <3 also featured is sinyárë, commander of maglor's cavalry. she likes tea, her horse, and trying very hard to woo cemnariel.
other characters who appear in that fic: avaldiel, chief architect for the fortress at himring; parmandil, records keeper married to a member of sinyárë’s calvary and raising his daughter cenirë (see below) at himring despite the fact that it makes him very stressed; tatyalótë, the head cook and the one with the most common sense; asyaro, cemnariel’s brother who serves as caranthir’s chamberlain and loves gossip. 
that fic in particular sort of spans a spectrum of thoughts and reactions among various characters to the way the feanorians have settled into eastern beleriand, dealing with the transition from valinor to middle-earth, and just... generally the political and personal entanglements as viewed from the sidelines (or standing in awkward silence next to the dinner table while curufin yells at maedhros, as the case may be).
cenirë appears as a child in cut my roots but was actually the first tolkien oc i wrote a fic for (noise of thunder in 2014, oof) set during the dagor bragollach as she tries to lead her infantry unit to safety. sinyárë also first appeared in that fic and is heavily implied to have died during the battle of sudden flame, but who knows! i’ve also been toying with a fic idea for years that focuses on various viewpoints during the nírnaeth arnoediad that would definitely feature a couple of the characters mentioned above.
also! i never technically decided who the noldo in my dragon anatomy fic was affiliated with but if you’re interested in two other ocs of mine (faelil “dragon anatomy is my passion” and merendis “holy shit get some self-preservation”) that one’s only on the silmarillion writer’s guild but it’s kinda fun.
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nyenyerle · 3 years
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tumblr ate the ask again, but not before i took a screenshot!! Anyway,
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shrikeseams · 8 months
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Thank you anon! And also @lendmyboyfriendahand, @feanorianethicsdepartment, and @amethysttribble! 💚💚💚
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