#fengel

[shyfrog-says]

Fengel

#fengel

[from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras]

Tolkien Family Week, Day 6: Ancestors (aka Théoden’s father returns from exile)

Day 6 of @tolkienfamilyweek and we’re back to Rohan again! The inspiration for my ancestors post is from the Appendix A description of the kings of the Mark, where we get a few short sentences about how Fengel (Théoden’s grandfather) was a jerk who was always beefing with both his marshals and his own family, and Thengel (Théoden’s dad) moved to Gondor to serve their steward as soon as he became an adult. When Fengel died, Thengel returned to Rohan “unwillingly” but eventually became a good king. That’s basically all it says. So I spent a little time thinking about Thengel and how that might have all gone down.

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Thengel wasn’t sure exactly when he had stopped thinking of himself as a Rohirrim. He couldn’t trace it to a single, specific event. Not when he had fled from the rule of his feckless, greedy father. Not when he had caught his first awed glimpse of the majesty of Minas Tirith. Not when he established himself as a capable soldier, or when his years in Gondor had begun to outnumber those in Rohan. Instead, it happened gradually and almost beneath his notice. Somehow without realizing it, he simply became a Gondorian, speaking their language, married to one of their women, and in service to their steward.

In truth, he was happy to put Rohan behind him. With the distance of time, the land of his birth had faded in his mind to a bunch of bleak plains and harsh mountains populated by rustic herdsmen and farmers. There was nothing in Rohan that could compare to the marble and stone wonders of the White City, to Gondor’s vast libraries and lore halls, or to the sophisticated influence of the prosperous tradesmen, artisans and travelers who streamed in and out of Minas Tirith. And above all, Gondor was not tainted for Thengel by fear and painful memories. It offered him an opportunity to live freely, out from under Fengel’s pernicious thumb. 

But Thengel could never truly escape his father, and Fengel now once again threatened to upend his hard won happiness. Many years and many miles had insulated him from his father’s ridicule, his contempt, and his vicious temper, but they couldn’t insulate him from Fengel’s death. And so Thengel, heir in exile, found himself one day expected to give up his good life in Minas Tirith to return to Edoras and rule a land that no longer had any claim on his heart. 

He had already twice refused the summons, determined to stay in Minas Tirith and continue on the path he had laid for himself. But the third summons was delivered not to him, but to Turgon, steward of Gondor. His refusal was no longer a private matter, and Turgon promptly summoned Thengel to appear before him. 

They met in the great hall, with Turgon seated in the black stone chair of the stewards. Thengel had taken counsel with Turgon many times before, almost always in the comfort of a small office or at a table with food and drink. He did not doubt that this choice of location, with the empty throne of Gondor just over Turgon’s right shoulder, was meant to convey Turgon’s feelings just as clearly as his words. To break a line of kings was a matter of the utmost seriousness.

They debated for nearly an hour, but Thengel knew early that he had lost the argument. Duty, honor and self-sacrifice were sacred to Turgon, and he would never agree that those obligations should be yielded simply for personal contentment. He was firm, though not unkind, in his insistence that Thengel return to Rohan, however unwillingly, and fulfill his commitment to his people, who had already suffered so much at Fengel’s hands. 

When they parted at last, Thengel bowed deeply before the steward. “It will always be painful to me that I could not stay here to help you face the evil that has now declared itself openly in Mordor again. You are beset on all sides by dangers. Ithilien will soon be lost. To leave now feels like abandoning you at your time of greatest need.”

Turgon raised Thengel back up and put a strong hand on his shoulder. “If I am beset on all sides, then let there be at least one direction in which I can look and find a friend. If you cannot recover your love of Rohan, at least restore the dignity and pride of its people. It does not help Gondor for its closest ally to be weakened and diminished. Renew its strength, and teach Théoden how to maintain it so that your efforts will outlive you. The time will come when we will need each other again, and a Rohan that is alive in its glory will be to the benefit of all of Middle Earth.”

Thengel sent word of his acceptance to Edoras and began his preparations to leave Minas Tirith, perhaps never to return. He decided to ride out in a small company, leaving Morwen and the children to follow only after he could assess the conditions at Meduseld. The departure was bitter for him, and as he made his way along the Great West Road, with Minas Tirith growing ever smaller in the distance, he wept more than a few wretched tears.

The long road ran steadily through the open farmlands of Anórien and eventually led into the Firien Wood, where it narrowed as it snaked through ancient trees and thick undergrowth. The company spread out into single file, and Thengel rode at the front of the line, putting some distance between himself and the casual chatter of his companions so that he could be on his own with his dark thoughts.

At last, he crested the small rise by which the road crossed the Mering Stream, and he emerged alone from the wood into the Eastfold for the first time in many years.  Endless grasslands stretched out before him, shifting from green to gold and back again as the wind rippled through the fields. In the distance, the Entwash flowed on its way to meet the Anduin, glittering in the sun like a curving line of liquid flame. And above everything were boundless blue skies, wider and clearer than any he remembered. Something stirred in his blood, as undeniable as it was unexpected. A feeling long suppressed, gone dormant from disuse, but now awakened again by the mere sight of this land.

He leaned forward in the saddle, shortened his reins and nudged his heels into Lightfoot’s sides. Together they galloped out into the plains, the cold wind in their faces and the soft grass rolling by smoothly under their feet, and he felt a surprising calmness overtake him. Each stride brought him closer to Edoras and to Meduseld, to the destiny that he had long sought to avoid. But it also brought him a feeling of familiarity. Of comfort. Of understanding. For the first time since he heard of Fengel’s death, Thengel allowed himself now a small hope. Hope that he was doing the right thing, for himself and for his children. Hope that he could find contentment for himself again. Hope that he was home once more.

#tolkien family week #ancestors #thengel #theoden #rohan #kings of the mark #heirs in exile #fengel had a pretty good son for being a total tool himself #lord of the rings #lotr fanfiction #forth eorlingas

[brigwife]

My most recent rabbithole of research tells me that in Tolkien's world, twins are significantly more common among Elves than Men. In fact there are only two known pairs of twins in the race of Men:

Haleth and Haldar, who crossed the Blue Mountains at the beginning of the first age.

Folcred and Fastred, brothers of King Fengel (and great-great-uncles to Eowyn, Eomer and Theodred

So naturally, I'm taking this information and creating a headcanon that Theodred had a stillborn twin sister. Because he's my Special Little Guy and I wanna give him more Special Little Guy points :)

(p.s - this sister would have been named Idis, as a nod to the daughter of Theoden who appeared in earlier drafts of LOTR)

(p.s.s- Elfhild died in childbirth, so in a way it kinda follows that the pregnancy would be more likely to have complications if it as a multiple one, right?)

@from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras tagging you because i thought you might appreciate this thought :')

#lotr #lord of the rings #headcanons #theodred #twins

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

Hello! i saw the ask game and i wanted to ask your opinions about my best guy Theoden!

Love your blog!

<3 <3 hello hello! Yess, he is the best!

First impression

I always loved him. It's the soft dad vibes that he gives off in the film and I always transposed those onto book version of Theoden as well, even if they aren't as front-and-centre.

Impression now

As you all know I have a soft spot for imperfection and Theoden is very much an imperfect leader who is trying his damndest in an impossible situation.

I love his fear of being like his ancestors (sure "lesser son of greater sires" but in the immediate memory Fengel and Thengel weren't anything to write home about and I'm sure Theoden had the "don't be like your grandfather" running in his head), which is a nice parallel to Aragorn's own fears and concerns. That certain weaknesses are "inherited" or you're somehow doomed to repeat the failings of your forefathers.

I also really appreciate Theoden's practicality and realism. This is definitly shown way more in the books than in the films.** But he is so pragmatic and realistic about what is happening and has a strong, stable workman-like air to his leadership as king and general. It's very grounding and a nice compliment to the high fantasy that is happening around them all.

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**I have Views & Opinions on what PJ did with Theoden in the films in relation to Aragorn

Favorite moment

In the movies, I love all of his speeches. My favourite, favourite scene is "but do you trust your king/where is the horse and the rider" bit with Gamling. Second up are the paralleling scenes of "I know your face" with Eowyn. Soft dad vibes <3 <3

In the book, I naturally have my favourite scene is when he's missing Grima and having those complex feelings of "I'm angry at this man for what he has done and his betrayal, while at the same time I'm grieving the relationship we used to have/the man he once was." It's so very human.

I just love Theoden's deep humanity. A feature so often missing in the race of Man who are usually more High Arthurian, for lack of a better way to phrase it. Not that the likes of Aragorn and Faramir don't have their deeply human moments, they for sure do, but Theoden is consistently the most deeply human of the leaders, aside from Denethor, and I really like that.

Idea for a story

There's a part of me that's a secret Theoden/Grima shipper, so you know. Anything utterly tragic in that department with some bittersweet hope(?) at the end. Kill me where our love hurts most, my liege.

Otherwise, I would love an exploration of Theoden and his father's relationship and how he positions himself within the frame of his father and grandfather's legacy. Also his changing views on what it means to be Rohirrim - considering I am sure he has a complex relationship with that. He's more comfortable in Westron and Sindarin than the language of his own people! That's got to have some complexity to it.

Unpopular opinion

I'm not sure I have one on Theoden? I feel like most of my opinions are pretty par for the course.

Favorite relationship

Definitly Eowyn. I love the father-daughter vibe happening with them. I wish we saw more of it.

Favorite headcanon

When Theoden adopted Eomer and Eowyn he went around to everyone in Meduseld apologising in advance. People were like "?? your niece and nephew seem charming and lovely ??" and Theoden was like "ok but you don't understand: They are the Children of Eomund. This is going to be INSANE."

He always loved them, of course, but they were little terrors. You know that dual thing of dealing with grief of losing parents/being orphaned at a young age and how that can lead to lashing out plus natural peronalities being on the fiery side.

Theoden just like, put everyone on High Alert.

(lol Grima would have been like mid-late twenties and Theoden is like: New Guy, do you like children? And Grima is all: Abso-fucking-lutely not. Why? Theoden: No reason. Gamling, I was wrong, we can't put the new guy on baby-sitting duties.)

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Thank you!!! Theoden is just, ah, one of my top tier faves. And thank you, I'm glad you enjoy my wee lil' tumblr :D

#ask meme #ask game #lotr #lord of the rings #theoden #rohan #grima wormtongue #reply

[kelpie-bael]

@fengel the poster is fabulous!!

#bg3 #the emperor bg3 #you should consider getting a poster from them

[fengel]

Fengel, my Elden Ring character 🌿

Commissions are open on Kofi ☕

🖍️ stinekh.carrd.co/

#illustration #digital drawing #digital illustration #fantasy art #elden ring character #elden ring art #elden ring #fromsoftware #character commission #commission #commission open

[caligulynn]

Stephen: the Fengele is an important bone in the hand, it's the one that goes all the way around so your hand doesn't fall apart

Me: I don't think that's right

Stephen: don't worry im a doctor

Me: in?

Stephen: science,.. and rhythm,... and bass

Me: and drum, and bass

Me: a double doctorate in bass

Stephen: and jazz

Stephen: it's all about the notes you don't play...

Stephen: and the bones that aren't in your hand

#sayings

[neechees]

Tolkien either names female characters but doesn't involve then very actively in the narrative while making them sound like the coolest bitches on earth (Andreth, Nerdanel, Dís) or he doesn't name them even though the info we DO have on them or who they're related/married to sounds like they're important & relevant enough to have names (Aragorn & Arwen's daughters, Fengel's wife, Lothiriel's mother, the names of the 6 first Dwarf mothers)

#lotr

[quiterespectablyyours]

After parting ways with Gandalf, I ran into Lady Morwen of Lossarnach. She took one look at me and knew, somehow, that I was worrying about the crowds. 

She told me about her own wedding to Thengel, son of Fengel King, and how all of the Captains of the Riddermark came upon the White City to witness it. They called her Steelsheen then, for she was to them as fair and sharp as a keen silver blade. She had not understood at the time why they would liken her to a sword, as it seemed unlike her. She had learnt, later, that it was a token of respect for their future queen. 

I have grown to understand the respect wielded by sword and steel, but also the respect yielded through good, green earth. Lady Morwen is younger than me, with eyes of steel but a face soft like flower petals, and she has survived a royal wedding with her dignity intact. It would be a poor showing for the Shire if I were to get cold feet now, wouldn’t it?

#meddling wizard #weddingblogging

[notruvik]

kmarx und fengels

[lokaleblickecom]

Durchstarten in Ausbildung und Arbeit –Verlängerung des Erfolgsprojekts

Im August 2021 startete die Landesinitiative „Durchstarten in Ausbildung und Arbeit“ im Kreis Wesel. Sie richtet sich primär an geduldete oder im laufenden Asylverfahren befindliche Menschen zwischen 18 und 27 Jahren und unterstützt sie dabei, sich in den Arbeitsmarkt zu integrieren. Nachdem die Initiative landesweit am 30. Juni 2023 ihr reguläres Ende findet, konnte der Kreis Wesel sich erfolgreich für eine Verlängerung bis zum 31. Oktober 2023 starkmachen. In Zusammenarbeit mit der Akademie Klausenhof gGmbH (rechtsrheinisch), der FachWerk.KreisWesel gGmbH (linksrheinisch) sowie der QUEST Projektagentur für den Förderbaustein „Innovationsfonds“ hat der Kreis Wesel bisher mehr als 350 jungen Menschen mit Zuwanderungsgeschichte die Teilnahme ermöglicht. Diese jungen Menschen konnten durch individuelle Fördermaßnahmen nachhaltig ihre Perspektiven auf dem Arbeits- und Ausbildungsmarkt verbessern. Durch das Programm wurden 91 Praktikumsplätze vermittelt, 36 Teilnehmende fanden eine Ausbildung. Darüber hinaus haben 60 Teilnehmende eine sozialversicherungspflichtige Beschäftigung aufgenommen, weitere zwölf Personen haben einen Minijob erhalten. Zwei Teilnehmende konnten sogar ein Studium aufnehmen. Weitere zahlreiche bestandene Sprachzertifikate sowie Qualifikationen wie z.B. Flurförderscheine zeigen ebenfalls, dass das Weiterbildungsangebot gut angenommen wird. Die projektdurchführenden Träger, die kreisangehörigen Kommunen und Ausländerbehörden, das Jobcenter sowie die Agentur für Arbeit begrüßen die Verlängerung, insbesondere im Sinne der Teilnehmenden, die nun länger von der Arbeitsmarktintegration profitieren können. Weitere Informationen zur Landesinitiative „Durchstarten in Ausbildung und Arbeit“ gibt es unter https://www.kreis-wesel.de/de/themen/foerderinitiative-durchstarten-in-ausbildung-und-arbeit/. Foto Akademie Klausenhof v.li. Ulrike Helgers, Georg Borgers, Helena Gregor, Melanie Rudolph, Melanie Ujma, Eric Fengels, Jürgen Knipping, Sarah Wüster, Annette Thobe. Read the full article

[theophagie-remade]

The known fantasy saga, Hringa Fengel,

#yeah i am losing years of my life as we speak but the fun thing about this exam indeed Is reading beowulf and going. wait a minute. #especially for the background info that comes with it #tolkien mascherina #mytext #uni

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

‘Cousin Leofstan is putting himself about,’ Gríma says. He tucks his hands up his outer sleeves. ‘I always thought that it must be a little tense between you all. Not that it’s any of your fault what happened all those years ago with your grandfather chucking out fair Gundwyn but still…does he chafe about it?’

‘Who?’

‘Leofstan. He should be third marshal. Technically.’

Éomer turns to face Gríma who remains looking out over the fields, the crops, the horses, cattle, homesteads. The older man’s profile is sharp, shattered glass. Eyes deep, watchful, and wolf-hungry. Éomer waits, thinking it evident that he wants to know what Gríma is up to. Gríma seems disinterested in enlightening him.

There are a few crickets sawing into the warm air. Also, distant laughter and music from the main grounds. Occasional applause. Trust Gríma to haunt the hinterlands of happy occasions. He can’t help it, Éomer suspects. It’s as part of him as his unnatural stare and ability to cut through a man with insight he should not have.

‘What is that supposed to mean?’ Éomer finally asks. 

‘Nothing, save that your aunt Gundwyn was the eldest of the sisters and therefore her progeny should have received your marshallate. Naturally Fengel had opinions on her choice of partner, but the least said about that unfortunate kingship, soonest mended.’

‘You’re bold today.’

‘Nay, my lord, I simply speak as I find. I suppose I am trying to say something, in a manner of speaking. A warning, perhaps.’

‘Why should you warn me?’

Gríma flicks eyes over, a shadowed expression. His head dips for a moment as he gathers his thoughts then he lifts it and turns to full-face Éomer.

‘We’ll be in the midst of war soon. Indeed, some would argue we’re already there. We need surety in our leadership—I believe you capable. I would have you remain third marshal. Others might have differing views on the matter. That is what I am saying.’

‘Riddles,’ Éomer sneers. He advances so they’re inches from each other. ‘All you ever give people are riddles but you label them advice as if calling them by a different name will change their nature.’

‘Names are terribly important when it comes to changing one’s nature. Or signifying it. Defining it. I define myself one way, you define me another. And it’s not a terribly flattering definition, I suspect.’

‘You’re work is plain to see,’ Éomer continues, ignoring Gríma’s response. ‘You’ve been attempting to sow discord between me and my kin for the last two years. But I’ll not take to distrusting my cousins simply because you think one feels slighted. Leofstan has only ever been a friend and ally. Why should I trust your word over his? He, at least, is straight and true. You, on the other hand, bend like willow reed and are as crooked as gnarled oak.’

‘I only meant to bring the issue to your awareness,’ a sloping shrug, ‘you may take it or leave it. I like you, Éomer, but it is little skin off my nose if you decide to ignore my advice. I’ll riddle you this, though, what has life but no shadow?’

‘A flame.’

‘A man who is not present where and when he is needed, and so therefore we have no shadow of his to mark. Leofstan might breed entitlement in his heart, but he’s not the only cousin of which I speak. Has Théodred given you that back-up you asked for a month ago?’

Éomer opens his mouth—sees the winding road of this conversation, as twisted as a forest creek, and so shakes his head. Puts on a cold smile. Says that Gríma will get no more from him, today. If Gríma has anything useful to say, he had best speak plainly, otherwise Éomer considers their conversation complete.

Gríma slithers out a hand with its long-boned fingers and brushes a bit of dust from Éomer’s shoulder. A lightning sharp static seems to go through him at the touch. Patting Éomer’s arm, Gríma gives a mirthless smile, and makes his way back towards the crowds.

Grima out here shit-disturbing. 

Anyway, I decree June 30 national Grima/Eomer day, so here you all go. 

#what makes a kynge #Kynge sees us meeting Theoden's sisters - or some of them - the unnamed ones get names #lord of the rings #eomer #griomer #grima wormtongue #writing #lotr

[arofili]

men of middle-earth ♞ house of éorl ♞ headcanon disclaimer

         Folcwine was the son of Folca the Hunter, and the fourteenth King of Rohan. In his time, the Dunlendings once more overtook the lands between the rivers Adorn and Isen, but with the aid of Steward Túrin of Gondor he was able to drive them out and reclaim the area.           The wife of Folcwine was Cynefled, a gentle woman who bore him four children. The eldest of these were the twins Folcred and Fastred, followed by a daughter, Layrun, and another son, Fengel. Folcred and Fastred were mighty princes who planned to rule jointly as brothers when Folcwine died; they were supported in their vision by their sister Layrun, a sage and wise-woman who commanded much respect among their people. Fengel, the youngest, was more of an afterthought in his childhood, doted upon by his mother but never truly acknowledged by his elder siblings or his father.           When Steward Túrin called upon the Oath of Círion and Éorl, requesting the aid of Rohan to defeat the Haradrim armies invading Gondor, Folcinwe sent many riders to his aid in memory of the support Túrin had given to him against the Dunlendings. This force was led by Folcred and Fastred his heirs, who were tragically both slain in battle. They were laid to rest where they fell, at the Crossings of Poros, and their burial mound became known as the Haudh-in-Gwanûr, the Mound of the Twins.          Upon this tragedy, Folcwine grew and weary, neglecting to properly train his remaining son in the ways of kingship. Layrun, devastated by the loss of her brothers, retreated with a small group of followers into Fangorn Forest, where they became known as wood-witches, feared and respected by those who believed in their powers. Meanwhile, Fengel was raised solely by his mother Cynefled, who spoiled him irreparably.

#tolkienedit #oneringnet #lotredit #lotr #lord of the rings #rohan #rohirrim #folcwine #oc cynefled #folcred #fastred #oc layrun #fengel #my edit #my writing #edit writing #headcanons #tefain nin #men of middle earth #house of eorl

[coralbouquetfartstuff]

Langeweile? Wut?- Wer hält den Lockdown besser aus??

Uups. Jetzt sind “wir” also auch ühu. Nein: keine Ankündigung für eine hippe Party im Exhaus. Ich hatte im letzten Frühjahr(2020!) einige Gelübde abgelegt: “ICH WERDE DAS C-VIRUS WEDER MALEN NOCH ZEICHNEN. ICH WERDE ES NICHT BENENNEN”. Attentäter müssen nicht noch mit õffentlicher Aufmerksamkeit bedacht werden, so mein Credo vor einem Jahr. Das ist jetzt überholt, glaube ich. Oder bin ich nur…

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#art #emotions #fengel #lockdown #martenstein #visualisierung

[darthvaderofmiddle-earth]

Been back on a Minecraft kick lately. Time to play the shit out of ol’ Fengel again!!

#ive also decided to make fengel and hamod husbands