#first kinslaying

[silmarillion-ways-to-die]

#kinslaying for fun and profit #first kinslaying #second kinslaying #third kinslaying #fourth kinslaying #kinslaying #tolkien #lord of the rings #silmarillion #the silmarillion #the silm #silmarillion poll #jrr tolkien #lotr #lotr rop #lotr trop #fantasy #the hobbit #lotr poll #tolkien polls #lord of the rings poll

[nutmegs-tired]

I feel like the fandom let's Fingon off way too easily for his part in the first kinslaying. I also wonder if had an effect on his relationship with the Arafinweans and maybe it's also part of the reason Aredhel went with her brother Turgon and didn't stay with her father and Fingon.

#Turgon gets a lot of hate from the fandom for a kinslaying that was justified #but not Fingon #silmarillion #tolkien #Turgon #fingon #first kinslaying #aredhel

[sauronnaise]

Slay

#tolkien #shitpost #silmarillion #tolkien memes #slay #first kinslaying #second kinslaying #third kinslaying #fëanorians #noldor #teleri #sindar #incorrect silmarillion #incorrect tolkien #using incorrect for tags when its in fact very correct #crack

[whiteladyofithilien]

The Sons of Feanor

Maedhros - actual cinnamon roll who needs protection, also he only has one hand also he's super wise and has a ride or die bestie

Maglor - minstrel and adoptive dad of Elrond and Elros and the only son of Feanor who may have survived

Celegorm - that kinslaying dick who tried to kill Luthien

Caranthir - the haughty and short-tempered kinslaying dick

Curufin - accomplice to the kinslaying dick who tried to kill Luthien

Amrod - little mentioned twin who died in the attack on the havens

Amras - the other little mentioned twin who died in the attack on the havens

(yes I'm aware that they all participated in kinslaying but those 3 middle children were the ones who didn't seem to feel bad about it and they went against Maedhros' advice to attack Doriath which is all on them. They weren't just following dads orders like the first Kinslaying)

#lord of the rings #tolkien #jrr tolkien #sons of feanor #feanor #Feanorians #maedhros #maglor #celegorm #curufin #amrod and amras #amrod #amras #first kinslaying #the kinslaying #second kinslaying #caranthir #silmarillion #the silmarillion #silm #luthien #doriath

[theelvenhaven]

Daily Reminder:

Amrod and Amras I know are the stand alone babies in Beleriand who stuck to the forests and hunted and we love them. But it doesn’t change the fact they committed acts of evil:

- They took the Oath

- They participated in Kinslaying #1

- They helped steal the swan ships

- They burned the swan ships

- They participated in the Kinslaying #2

- They died at Kinslaying #3 in which they probably still killed a lot of people.

These are all events that they WILLINGLY participated in.

I get it- they’re the babies, they’re talked about the least in the Silmarillion. But ignoring that they were thieves, liars, and mass murderers 3x’s over perpetuates that same stereotype people like to give to Maglor about him being “baby” and “harmless”.

Amrod and Amras are still cold blooded murderers.

#jrr tolkien #tolkien #the silm #the silmarillion #theelvenhaven #silmarillion #silm #fanfic #headcanon #asks #thank you for coming to my ted talk #Amrod #Amras #Amrod and Amras #ambarussa #sons of feanor #feanorians #feanorian #first kinslaying #second kinslaying #third kinslaying #Doriath #Sirion #Alqualonde

[cirrdan]

Feanor quick art

#silmarillion #lotr #feanor #tolkien fandom #digital art #tolkien universe #the silmarillion #feanorians #first kinslaying #silmart #tolkien stuff #silmarills #lordoftherings #middle earth

[finiel]

I CAN STILL HEAR YOU SAYING YOU WOULD NEVER BREAK THE CHAIN

#silmarillion #maedhros #maitimo #russandol #nelyafinwe #nelyo #fëanorians #tolkien #first kinslaying #(and then later when he and maglor are the only 2 left alive. lol) #finieldraws #silmart #burning of the ships

[mothdalf]

Tolkientober day 31: The Spirit of Fire himself

#tolkientober #my art #inktober #first age antics #silmarillion #first kinslaying #burning of the ships #curifinwe feanaro #yott more like yeet #house of feanor #feanor #inktober day 31 #inktober fire #day 31 fire

[tolkienosaurus]

#lord of the rings #lotr #tolkien #silmarillion #the silmarillion #feanor #alqualonde #first kinslaying #oath of feanor #sons of feanor #noldor #losgar #teleri

[nelyos-right-hand]

We've all read different takes of it, so since when do you think the Silmarils would have burned Fëanor and co?

(I'm gonna explain the options here because there isn't enough space further down.)

1. Since the moment they swore the oath, because from then on they were ready to kill for it. (You know, because attempted murder is as bad as actual murder.)

2. From the first kinslaying on, because now they had killed for it.

3. From the second kinslaying on, because Alqualonde was an escalation (and we don't even know who started it), but the second and third kinslayings were planned battles and they purposely came there to kill them.

4. Only from the moment they killed Ëonwe's guards and stole the Silmarils, because only then had they fallen so low as to steal from the Valar themselves.

#feanorians #sons of feanor #silmarillion #silmarils #maedhros #maglor #celegorm #caranthir #curufin #amras #amrod #feanor #first kinslaying #second kinslaying #third kinslaying #silm polls #valar #the silmarillion #tolkien #my post

[velvet4510]

#galadriel #lotr #jrr tolkien #lotr books #lord of the rings #the silmarillion #first age #valinor #alqualonde #first kinslaying #noldor #teleri #tolkien elves #lotr theories #lotr poll #lotr galadriel #tolkien legendarium

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

Kinslaying is a Social Construct

Basically exactly what I said on the tin, I think that “kinslaying” was a social construct taught by the valar to the noldor, teleri, vanyar etc. Not murder, that’s not a social construct, but the taboo of “kinslaying” is absolutely a social construct, like virginity, probably created sometime after the valar came.

The reason I say this because only when the feanorians killed people it’s called kinslaying, but when on other occasions we see elf on elf murder (eol killing adrehal, Turgon executing Eol, when elves fight back and kill feanorians (which is self defense, don’t get me wrong, but still technically murder)) it’s not really referred to as kinslaying (as far as I’m aware)

And if Kinslaying had actual physical consequences on elven faer beyond what you’d expect if an elf were to kill a human or dwarf or something, I would certainly think that at least Turgon would have been a lot more hesitant in executing Eol as opposed to another punishment.

Also, technically orcs are elves but twisted, so technically killing orcs is also kinslaying to some degree.

In other words, kinslaying is hyped as this ultimate taboo that elves absolutely should not ever do, yet as far as I’m aware it doesn’t actually have consequences outside of the standard “you killed someone” ones.

Like, even Thingol’s reaction to the feanorians’ first kinslaying of alqualond can be justified as “you massacred unarmed people” which is in and of itself already bad enough.

Also, I refuse to believe that, when the elves first awoke under the stars before the valar came, they magically knew that killing is wrong/an over reaction, or how to deal with negative emotions in a none destructive way. I personally think those first years were messy af.

So yeah, kinslaying is actually more of a social construct created and taught by the valar when the elves came to aman, and outside of Mandos’ judgement of “you killed people” it doesn’t actually have any specific consequences.

I also think that “kinslaying” is a lot rarer than human on human murder because elves, by virtue of being immortal, have a higher bs tolerance and are a lot less prone to over the top emotional outbursts, which leads itself to being a lot less likely to commit murder than other mortal races would. And this I turn means that when an elf does kill another elf it’s viewed as much more horrific than other types of murder which lends itself to the “kinslaying is taboo” mindset.

Side note: the Avari and the silvans, by virtue of not giving half a damn about the valar, think the way the noldor, teleri, vanyar, and even sindars stress about “kinslaying” is pretentious and just call it murder.

My silvan trans thranduil au:

Thranduil: *hears a non-silvan/avari elf talk about the taboo of kinslaying*

Thranduil: just call it murder like a normal person.

Ps: once again this is my interpretation of the text, you are free to think whatever you want.

#silmarillion #noldor #vanyar #teleri #sindar #silvan elves #valar #lord of the rings #sons of feanor #first kinslaying #2nd kinslaying #3rd kinslaying #kinslaying is a social construct #and you can rip that thought from my cold dead hands #feanor #feanorians #the silvans and a at think the other elves are ridiculous calling murder ‘kinslaying’ #the silvans & avari: #so does that mean killing humans and dwarves is ok because you don’t make a stink about that #there’s a discrepancy between the moral value of an elf killing another elf and an elf killing literally anything else #thranduil

[ughtumno]

wip of bbygirl at his first kinslaying... look at him go. my little muffin

#feanor #first kinslaying #kinslaying core #alqualonde #ill learn how to draw a six point star eventually

[actual-bill-potts]

A question I’ve always struggled with when writing about the First Age is: how did the non-Fëanorions (particularly the Arafinwions) react to the first Kinslaying?

Alqualondë has an outsized impact on the narrative - it’s responsible for the ban on Quenya, for most of Thingol’s hostility towards the Noldor, and of course for the Doom of the Noldor, which is arguably one of the over-arching conflicts of the story. But we don’t really get to see anyone’s reactions to it (besides Thingol’s), and - oddly - in-text, no one performs any action in response to it. Finarfin explicitly turns back after the Doom is pronounced, not after Alqualondë itself!

Isn’t it odd that no one saw all the dead bodies and stayed behind to help? Not one of the Arafinwions - you know, the kids of Eärwen, Teleri princess? That it was never even under discussion?

In my opinion, the only way you can justify this without making most of the Noldor completely morally bankrupt (and you can certainly argue that at this point in time, they’re already remorseless killers - but I think there’s some moral difference between a fight that got out of hand in the heat and desperation of the moment, and coming upon the aftermath of a fight where people are lying dead and dying everywhere, and completely ignoring it) is if the Teleri basically kicked them out. And I think what’s ignored in a lot of readings of the Arafinwions’ decisions is the agency of Eärwen (understandable, Tolkien doesn’t really mention her at all, nobody ever said the Silm was a feminist text lol).

Here’s one plausible interpretation of what happened, feat. Eärwen making actual decisions that help drive the plot:

To the Teleri, the idea of leaving Aman to honor Finwë would be insanely disrespectful. Finwë pled with the Valar for years to bring the Teleri to Aman! Finwë led his people through great danger to Aman! And now that he is dead, they want to immediately undo his actions and abandon his life's work? No way! Fëanor will do what he wants, but surely the rest of the Noldor won't go along with it...?

Eärwen is of like mind with the Teleri - of course she grieves Finwë, along with Finarfin, but in her mind the best way to honor him is to stay in the place of safety that he gave his life for. To leave would be a grievous insult.

But Finarfin won't abandon his brothers, and their children are also set on going, for all the textual reasons: Finrod for Turgon and to see Beleriand, Aegnor and Angrod for Fingon, Galadriel for new lands to rule. Orodreth doesn't want to leave, but he's the consummate middle child and doesn't want to be left out by his siblings either. Eärwen is furious: from her point of view, her husband is choosing his insane brother over her (as he's probably done at many points during the relationship if we're honest...), and he's taking her children with him!

But she's also the daughter of Olwë: she knows how hard it is to travel between Valinor and Beleriand. She doesn't think they'll make it. So she just says, come to me when you've come to your senses, and goes to take refuge at her father's house.

But then! The Kinslaying happens. oops :)

From the Teleri point of view: the Noldor tried to steal their ships, they fought back, and they were slaughtered. From Eärwen's point of view, the brothers that her husband and children chose over her killed her people. Her sons and daughter betrayed and murdered their childhood nursemaids, their swimming teachers, their friends, their people. She declares to Olwë: I have no husband, and I have no children.

Olwë says: all right then, there goes my one remaining reason to play nice with the Noldor. He decrees that no Noldor will be allowed within their city, on pain of death. Maybe a slight overreaction? But if the Noldor are allowed to be insane in their grief then so are the Teleri.

From the Arafinwion point of view: they came upon a battle already done, and the ships gone. They saw Noldor and Teleri bodies mingled together, and probably couldn't get a clear answer out of anyone about what happened. Then they're chased out of the city at spearpoint when they try to help. Finarfin, without fully knowing what's happened, tries to play the peacemaker bc that's his automatic response, and says, "is there any way we can make amends/make this up to you?"

Olwë hears that and assumes that Finarfin participated in the Kinslaying. He's like "HELL no, get the FUCK out and your children with you!"

Finarfin and his kids ask to see Eärwen. They're vehemently refused.

From there, what can they do but go forwards? They can't help the Teleri, or do anything to make amends; the Teleri won't let them. Finarfin&co can't even see Eärwen! They have no reason to go back to Tirion, and every reason to go forward with the host - they still don't know what happened, and they can at least help the Noldor, who were also killed in droves.

But then they get the full story out of the Nolofinwions, and they're horrified. No wonder Ammë didn't want to see me, Finrod says miserably, I wouldn't want to see me either.

But they still can't go back to Alqualondë. And all the reasons they had for leaving Tirion are still there: friendship, the desire to see Beleriand, wanting vengeance for Finwë and to regain the Silmarils (which are, remember, the only remaining source of light they have besides the stars). And besides, pretty much everyone besides a few assholes and Fëanor is torn up about the Kinslaying, and regrets what happens.

At least some of the Arafinwion host is still on fire to go on - if Finarfin and his kids turn back, they'll be leaving their people to the leadership of Fingolfin and Fëanor, who are both completely insane with grief and rage currently. And they'll also be leaving their cousins to the responsibility of....all that...alone. Finrod and Galadriel decide to go on. Orodreth wants to turn back. Aegnor and Angrod are undecided. Finarfin is so torn up he doesn't know what to think.

Then the Doom is pronounced. And I think the response from the Arafinwion host would be: what the fuck?!

Remember, the Arafinwions (and at least some of Nolofinwions) have done absolutely nothing wrong besides express a desire to leave. And now they're being told that the wrath of the Valar lays on them just as much as on the bloodthirstiest of their Kinslaying brethren. Maybe, they think, Fëanor had a point about the Valar. Maybe Olwë was in the wrong to not let them have the ships. Maybe the Kinslaying wasn't so bad after all! Most of the Arafinwions are now completely enraged with the Valar and totally ready to follow Fëanor.

But Finarfin - Finarfin cannot believe his brothers. He cannot believe what they have condemned him and his people to, in their rage and pain. They have lost him his wife. Their people killed many he counted as close friends. They have placed him and all his children under the wrath of the Valar.

For the first time in his life, he gives up on peacemaking. He tells his children, "Let's go home."

But they won't go. They're as furious with the Valar as anyone else. They're angry with their mother, for refusing to see them, for believing that of them; and they won't let their cousins face their doom alone. Besides, Finrod at least still doesn't want to abandon their people.

Galadriel and Finarfin get into a screaming fight, the first of their lives. Finrod tries unsuccessfully to mediate and ends up snapping at his father and leaving. Orodreth is weeping in the background. Aegnor and Angrod, angry with their father, turn heel and go to stand with Fingon.

Finally, Finarfin just...gives up. He takes those who are willing to go, and leaves without a word to his children or brothers.

After he has received a pardon, he eventually reconciles with Eärwen. Apologies are made on both sides.

But Finarfin's biggest regret is the way he parted with his children - and he won't get to see his youngest again until three Ages of the world have passed.

#finarfin #earwen #finrod #aegnor #angrod #orodreth #galadriel #first kinslaying #silm meta #the silmarillion #alqualonde #my writing

[polutrope]

Hi! If you're still taking the Silm phrase prompts, Finrod + shadows of things that were yet to be? — @emyn-arnens

Thank you for the prompt! This is quite a bit different from my usual. I experimented with writing a draft by hand, and this is what came out.

~1400 words of child Finrod, recounting the experience of one of his first forebodings. On AO3.

I was born in Tirion, in my father’s wing of the Palace, but I was still a babe when Mother first brought me to Alqualondë.

When I told Father this story, he asked, “How do you remember that?” But I remember everything, like Grandfather Olwë who they say has the longest and clearest memory of all the Eldar, at least of those who made the Journey to Aman (he says his brother Elwë remembered more). As the Noldor, my father’s people, have the greatest skill in craft and lore, the Teleri, my mother’s people, have the greatest skill with memory. For the Teleri call themselves Lindar, Singers, not only because they have the most beautiful voices, but because they perceive the world and their lives within it as a Song. Each emotion a note, each experience a chord, each event a whole movement. Songs, at their root, are stories. And when you make stories of your life, you never forget. 

Sometimes, we even remember things that have not yet come to pass. This is called foreknowledge or foretelling. It is not unusual for the Eldar, Father says, but I am very young to have such powers (as he calls them). He didn’t say as much, but because I can hear minds even when they do not speak with voices, I know that he thinks this particular foretelling should not be possible in the Blessed Realm. Perhaps he is right that this memory is not a foretelling at all but thoughts and images my mind put together in a story to help me make sense of them. But Queen Míriel died in Aman, so perhaps what I saw on that first visit to Alqualondë could happen also.

Mother had me swaddled to her chest in a sling, and her voice purred in my ears as she held up one arm to point: “See, Ingo? There is the great mansion your grandfathers built together. Olwë envisioned its rounded shapes and its roof like cresting waves, and Finwë made it strong using the language of numbers and patterns.” The wind was whipping my soft hair around my face and she stroked it back. “But come, let me show you the most beloved creation of our people.” I felt the rhythm of her footfalls as she walked us down the pier. “For in the building of ships we received no aid from the Noldor. Ossë taught us this craft before we came to these shores.” She took her arms away from me for a moment, to help her up the ladder onto the royal swanship.

My head fell back and I saw the tall mast reaching up, up, up into the sky streaked with pink and gold. The sky is never as bright and blue here as it is in Tirion, for the Pelóri stand between Laurelin and the coast. Mother was still speaking to me in her lilting voice, bouncing and cupping my little body with both hands, but her words faded to a murmur of sound without meaning. 

“Stop them!” a voice cried, and my sight was obscured as with a grey gauze. “They are manning the ships! Stop!” Something whizzed past at the very edge of my field of vision, and I looked down to see what it was. Perhaps a seabird swooping low. I looked up at Mother, but she smiled at me and showed no sign of noticing. 

Again something flew past and I knew it for an arrow. I had only seen anyone use a bow once, when we visited Uncle Nolofinwë soon after I was born. Cousin Findekáno had been in the courtyard practising his shot with a bow made for play. But these arrows flying between the shadowy veil between the present—on my mother’s chest, a bright warm day—and the memory of what would be—dark, dark as the blackness of sleep, and full of shouts—were long and swift and some struck the ships so hard their points drove right through. Someone screamed. I did not see them fall, but I heard the splash that swallowed the scream in the sea. I had never heard anyone scream that way, as if all their voice was loosed at once. It pushed a scream from my lungs, too, and Mother’s lips stopped moving and she held me closer and hid my eyes against her chest. But that was worse, because it hid the bright day so that all I could see now was the dark memory full of shouts and clanging metal and whizzing arrows and bodies falling in the water. 

“Shh, shh,” she said, bouncing up and down to comfort me. I pounded my fists against her chest, pushing so I could see again with my eyes. Then I found her face, and she was smiling and started to sing. Mother’s songs are powerful. She pulled me back from the shadowy place. “Are you hungry?” she asked when my tears had stopped. No, I was not hungry, but I could not tell her because I could not yet shape words with my mouth. “Come, let us go back and find you some fishcakes. Would you like that, my golden star?”

Later, when I could speak with words, I did not tell anyone of that memory. By then I had many other memories layered on top of eachother, both of things that had been and things that would be. Most were joyous, and those ones I made into songs that made others smile and laugh and sometimes cry, but always with happiness. I did try, once, to put the memory from the swanship into a song, but it made my heart tighten and my stomach twist and I did not think it would be fair to share such unpleasant feelings with others. 

Then a few days ago, Turukáno (he is my favourite cousin) came to visit us in Alqualondë. Our mothers took us to the beach, and we built sandcastles and splashed in the waves. While we were playing, Turukáno suddenly went very still and his skin was full of tiny bumps as if he was cold, even though it was an especially warm day and there was no wind. I hugged him to warm him with my body but he did not move for some time. When he came back, and met my eyes, he didn’t say anything. We went in and wrapped up in our towels, and Mother gave us juice and melon and soon he was smiling and laughing again. 

But I was not able to put out of my mind the strange mood that had come over my friend, so when we were tucked in bed for sleep, I asked him what had happened. 

“It is nothing,” he said at first. But Turukáno and I shared everything, so I asked him again. Then he told me what had frozen him with fear: it was the same memory, or very similar, I’d had on the swanship with my mother. 

It was not the first time Turukáno and I shared a memory. We share dreams often, sometimes on purpose, so that we can be together even when he is Tirion and I am in Alqualondë. But we’d never shared this sort of memory. Poor Turukáno had never even had a memory of the future before!  

When Father came in to check that we were asleep and found me holding Turukáno and Turukáno crying, of course he was worried. But I wouldn’t tell him what happened, not then, because Turukáno was so scared already. 

“I promise to tell in the morning,” I told Father. 

So I did, I told him this morning, because I did not want him to worry. I think it would have been better if I had not, because he has been walking about the home all day fretting with the hem of his tunic. I heard him asking Mother if he should tell Anairë, because of Turukáno, and if she thought we should make a journey to Lórien to ask the Vala’s aid in “interpreting memories”. 

But Irmo knows the Theme of Arda, what if we discover that the memory Turukáno and I shared is true? I do not think I could live with that certainty. I know that Turukáno could not. Father will not force me to go, and I won’t. It is safer, I have decided, for some memories not to be put into speech or Song. 

Thanks to @cuarthol for the beta!

#finrod #prompts #silm phrase prompts #my fic #earwen #finarfin #turgon #first kinslaying #I'm really into writing child pov these days

[finrod-feelagund]

First blood or „kanafinwe realises what he has done“

#maglor #silmarillion #the silm #doodles #tolkientober #inktober 23 #day 7: drip #tw blood #first kinslaying