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arofili · 2 years

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elves of arda ✷ house of finwë ✷ headcanon disclaimer

Morifinwë Carnistir was the fourth son of Fëanáro Curufinwë and Nerdanel Istarnië. Named for his dark hair and ruddy complexion, Carnistir was always a reserved child who preferred spending time by himself in his studies of economics and history rather than socializing with others his age or even with his family. He tolerated the journeys he took with his father and brothers, but resented gatherings with his extended family, especially when his uncle Arafinwë visited Tirion from his home in Alqualondë, bringing with him his loud and bothersome children. He often quarreled with the sons of Arafinwë, and there was ever unfriendship between them, growing into hatred as they grew older and their arguments became more and more serious. Carnistir dabbled in many crafts, but found none to his liking until shortly before his fiftieth birthday, when his grandfather High King Finwë encouraged him to pursue his grandmother Míriel Þerindë’s craft of needlework. Though anything regarding his deceased mother was a difficult subject for Fëanáro, he was nonetheless proud of his son for carrying on her legacy. Warmed by his father’s praise, Carnistir remained dedicated to him even amidst political turmoil, following him to exile in Formenos and beyond. Amid the Darkening, Carnistir swore his father’s Oath to regain the Silmarils, and fought with him at Alqualondë against the kin of his despised Arafinwëan cousins. He sailed in the stolen swan-ships to Losgar, and alongside all his brothers save Maitimo the eldest, set them alight to prevent his cousins and their hosts from following. Though the horror of his youngest brother Umbarto’s burning amid the flames weighed heavily upon him, Carnistir did not regret leaving behind his half-kin, for he most of his father’s sons hated the children of Indis, though his ire was focused more upon the sons of Arafinwë rather than Fëanáro’s rival Nolofinwë. Yet not long after their arrival in Endórë, Fëanáro was slain by monstrous Balrogs, demanding his sons to renew their dreadful Oath with his dying breath, and though Maitimo took his place as their leader he too was soon taken from them, dragged into the depths of Angamando after a parlay gone wrong. Carnistir buried his anger and grief deep inside himself and set about establishing the beginnings of a city on the shores of Lake Mithrim, providing for his people the best he could. Though he resented Makalaurë his brother for not taking up the mantle of king, he did not speak openly against him as did his brothers Tyelkormo and Curufinwë, instead working alone as he always had organizing work crews and making clothes for the needy among his people. Upon the miraculous arrival of the second host of the Noldor, led by Ñolofinwë and the sons of Arafinwë, Carnistir rose out of his self-isolation and joined his rowdier brothers in protesting Makalaurë’s weak leadership. Just before the situation escalated to further bloodshed, Makalaurë agreed to claim the High Kingship of the Noldor, only for his coronation to be interrupted by the astonishing return of their eldest brother Maitimo, who had been rescued from Angamando by his favorite cousin Findekáno the Valiant. Maitimo reasserted his authority over his brothers and their host, and though they were all glad to see him living they were shocked by the great change that had come upon him both physically and mentally, for he was now missing a hand and marked by scars upon his flesh and in his soul. Carnistir was furious when Maitimo ceded the High Kingship to Ñolofinwë in order to reconcile the two hosts of the Noldor, but held his tongue as he and his brothers were dispossessed, for he yet respected Maitimo’s authority. Then a council of the Noldor was held. Here Angaráto, son of Arafinwë, gave news of Elu Thingol King of the Sindar’s decree as to where the Noldor were allowed to settle. Carnistir’s anger burst forth now, for he had no respect for Angaráto and little for Thingol. Maitimo, known now as Maedhros, restrained him, and Carnistir’s patience grew ever thinner. When Maedhros took the followers of Fëanáro eastward to construct a fortress upon the Hill of Himring, Carnistir was the first of the brothers to depart and found his own lands in Thargelion, where he fortified the mountains and set up a city at the base of Mount Rerir beside Lake Helevorn. Here he ruled over all of Talath Rhúnen, and the land came to bear his name: Dor Caranthir, for such was he called in the Grey-elven tongue. Caranthir and his followers explored the heights of Ered Luin, looking further eastward in wonder, and there it was that they first met the dwarves, Children of Aulë. Both their peoples loved skill and were eager to learn, and against their common enemy of Morgoth they established an alliance and much trade, and Caranthir came to great profit from his dealings with the dwarven cities of Belegost and Nogrod. Yet despite their cooperation there was little friendship between Caranthir and the dwarves, for they were both reserved and suspicious peoples, and preferred to keep their secrets to themselves. But knowing his younger brother Curufin well, Caranthir took it upon himself to introduce him to the dwarven-smiths, and many great works were wrought with their combined skill, and the riches of lands east of Beleriand passed first through Caranthir’s hands before making their way further west. Over the centuries, Caranthir established himself as a merchant and economist, supplying his brothers with grain and goods. He warmed slowly to the Sindar, striking up trade with them as well as the dwarves, but when Men first appeared in Beleriand he discounted them as it seemed to him they presented no opportunity for commerce. He ignored their settlements in the southern woods of his lands, and only took notice of them when an orc-raid descended upon the Gelion-Ascar stockade manned by the Haladin. He came to their aid, driving the orcs into the rivers and liberating the Haladin from their attackers, but it was too late for their chieftain Haldad, who had perished seven days earlier. Instead Caranthir dealt with Haldad’s daughter Haleth, a fierce and proud woman who refused his belated offer of friendship and protection of the Eldar. Rather than become vassals to him, Haleth determined to lead her people west to join the other Houses of the Edain, and they remained a people apart from the elves. Yet Caranthir was impressed by Haleth, and kept up a correspondence with her, even visiting her in the lands of Brethil where her people settled. Though Haleth and Caranthir grew close, their relationship was always somewhat combative if only in words, and thus it was an immense shock to Caranthir when he learned, ten years too late, that he had fathered a child upon his mortal friend. This child was named Rýndil by Haleth, and they were always accompanied by a beloved hound, each named Tallagar in succession though they were not always of the same breed. Rýndil was raised among the Haladin and held little regard for their father, who was absent and distant even after he learned of their existence. They were proud to stand among their mortal kindred despite their half-elven heritage, and refused Caranthir’s belated offer of kinship should they relocate with him to Thargelion upon their mother’s death. Rýndil remained in Brethil for several generations of Men until their differences from the other Haladin grew too great for them to continue to dwell among them. Still they did not seek out their father Caranthir, for they loved the Haladin still and would serve as a guard of Brethil’s borders. The Siege of Angband could not endure forever, and when Morgoth judged the Noldor to be complacent in their Long Peace he sent forth his dragon-servants with their evil fire to break the leaguer set upon him. This Battle of Sudden Flame was disastrous, and in it fell many brave and noble warriors of the Eldar and Edain, and the eastern realms held by the Sons of Fëanor fell one by one. When Maglor’s Gap fell, the dragon Glaurung led a host of orcs to the western slopes of Mount Rerir, ravaging all Thargelion and defiling Lake Helevorn, and in the face of this destruction Caranthir and his people fled southward to join his brothers Amrod and Amras, retreating to the fortress upon Amon Ereb. Caranthir took up the primary defense of the fortress, maintaining a watch and some strength of war with the aid of the Green-elves of Ossiriand, their allies. In this Dagor Bragollach, Angrod and Aegnor the sons of Arafinwë fell, and despite his long feud with them Caranthir spared a moment of sorrow for their loss, for they had stood long against the Enemy, and were yet his kin. Some years after the Sudden Flame, a party of orcs crossed into Brethil, where they were rebuffed by the Haladin and the marchwardens of Doriath. Here Rýndil fought alongside their kin and befriended Beleg Cúthalion, who learned of their half-elven heritage and gave them an elvish hound to replace their companion who fell amid the fighting. Rýndil and their newest Tallagar began to roam farther and farther from Brethil as the Haladin treated them with increasing hostility. After learning of the miraculous triumph of Beren and Lúthien and the birth of their own half-elven son, Rýndil attempted to seek out this other peredhel, but was rebuffed by the Green-elves who guarded their abode. Now at last Rýndil turned their heart toward their father, and thinking Caranthir would give them a place to fight against the Enemy they traveled south to Amon Ereb. There they encountered the folk of Pegmûl, Men of the East who had recently allied themselves with Caranthir, and also their uncle Celegorm, who treated them harshly until he met Tallagar their hound, at which point he softened and grew sad. Disturbed by this strange behavior, Rýndil resolved to keep their identity a secret as the Fifth Battle approached, and marched in disguise in their father’s host. Yet the battle turned ill, for Pegmûl’s folk betrayed the Union of Maedhros, and though Rýndil saved their father’s life Tallagar was slain amid the retreat. Caranthir, already reeling and guilt-stricken by his vassals’ betrayal, was faced with another shock as he recognized Rýndil among his warriors. Rýndil confronted him and his brothers, astonishing them all by revealing their relation, and though father and child fought long into the night eventually they reconciled and Rýndil resolved to remain with the Fëanorian host, for they felt they had nowhere else to turn. Celegorm remembered them from before, and arranged to provide them with another hound descended from Valinor; upon Rýndil’s one hundredth birthday, Caranthir gave them another gift: a father-name in the tradition of the Noldor, Hatalquar for their—and their mother’s—proficiency with a spear. Traversing Beleriand was dangerous in the aftermath of Morgoth’s victory in the Nírnaeth Arnœdiad, and so for decades the Fëanorian host remained hidden in Ossiriand. When the Black Sword of Nargothrond rose and cleared much of the lands of orcs, the sons of Fëanor sent Amrod, Amras, and Rýndil as scouts to learn if the way southward was clear, for they thought to reclaim Amon Ereb. Along this journey, Rýndil learned of the death of Beleg Cúthalion their friend and mourned him, but it was true that the Black Sword had drawn the eye of Morgoth, and thus the Fëanorians returned to their fortress upon the lonely hill. In the aftermath of Thingol’s death, Celegorm rallied his brothers to attack Dior Eluchíl to regain the Silmaril won by Lúthien. Despite Maglor’s protests, Maedhros, who had been lost in grief since the death of his beloved Fingon in the Fifth Battle, conceded, leading them to battle against their fellow elves once more. Rýndil was horrified by this cruelty and refused to participate in the battle, and thus on the eve of the invasion they planned to desert their father and his bloodthirsty kin. Caranthir caught them before they could leave, and though Rýndil braced themself for conflict, he instead expressed his pride in their decision, for the Oath lay heavy upon him and he wanted his child to be free of its awful burden. Caranthir bid Rýndil farewell, knowing in his heart this would be their last meeting, and helped them to slip away, directing them toward the Havens by the Mouths of Sirion. Rýndil escaped, but traveled first to the ruins of Brethil where they had been born. Only a dwindling remnant of the Haladin remained, the rest having fled or perished in the wake of grievous infighting, and those who clung to life in Amon Obel treated Rýndil with great suspicion. Rýndil paid their respects to the Haudh-en-Arwen where their mother was buried, then traveled to the Havens of Sirion where they were surprised to meet their Fëanorian cousins Celebrimbor, Gil-galad, and Erien, children of Curufin and Maedhros. Yet this meeting was not glad, for upon their arrival they learned what had occurred in the Second Kinslaying, and of their father’s dreadful death. Caranthir had been the first of Fëanor’s sons to fall, cut down by Dior’s guards as he rushed into the throne room with no sense of self-preservation. Rýndil found themself equally angry and sorrowful, for they knew he had flung himself into battle with intentional recklessness, hoping to be slain before he could be twisted by his Oath into more evil. Celegorm and Curufin had died also, killed dueling Dior himself; and though he also was slain, his Silmaril had not been found, and so the remaining sons of Fëanor were yet haunted by their Oath. For some years, Rýndil dwelt upon the Isle of Balar with their cousins and their hound, attempting to build a new life for themself. Some of the Haladin had found their way to the Havens, but increasingly Rýndil found themself more and more distant from their Mannish kin, caught up instead in the politics of the elves. When Maedhros discovered that the Silmaril was at the Havens, held by Elwing Dior’s daughter, Rýndil advised Elwing to surrender the jewel, for they knew the Fëanorions would stop at nothing to regain it. Yet Elwing refused their counsel, and soon the Havens fell, and Rýndil was filled once more with grief and rage at the despicable actions of their uncles. Yet hope was not all lost. Though Morgoth ruled Beleriand, and only Balar remained as a refuge for the Free-peoples, at long last aid came from the West. The Host of the Valar arrived in all their splendour to liberate Beleriand from Morgoth’s clutches, and the War of Wrath began. Rýndil served as a courier between various hosts of elves and Men, for they were respected by Fëanorians, Sindar, and Edain all; they reunited briefly with their uncles Maedhros and Maglor who alone survived of Fëanor’s seven sons, and learned of their fostering of Elwing’s sons. Amid the fighting, Tallagar (the Eighth, and Celegorm’s gift to Rýndil) perished, and the Maia Eönwë took pity upon Rýndil, granting them a new companion: Hráviel, a hound of Oromë and a being of great power. As the War of Wrath drew to its bloody close and the remaining Silmarils were reclaimed from Morgoth’s crown, Rýndil grew uneasy. Eönwë refused the demand of Maedhros and Maglor to relinquish the jewels, and Rýndil knew their uncles would persist in violence until they attained their goal or met a gruesome end. Grim and grieving, for Hráviel had been killed in the final assault upon Thangorodrim, Rýndil determined they would attempt to fulfill the Oath of Fëanor themself, for they were Fëanáro’s kin, and no one would be expecting them to steal the Silmarils. Rýndil disguised themself as one of the Silmarils’ guards and was right about to put their plan into action when Maedhros and Maglor struck first. Before they could protest, their uncles drew their blades and slew each of the guards, taking the Silmarils for themselves—and ending Rýndil’s life. Only too late, after the holy jewels burned their hands, did Maedhros and Maglor realize what they had done, and the horror at having murdered their own brother’s child added to their overall misery as they fled the judgement of the Valar once more. Rýndil’s spirit was called to Mandos, where they were offered the Choice of the Peredhil. After much deliberation, they choose the fate of the Eldar, their decision influenced primarily by their friendship with their elvish cousins and the hope of reconciliation with their father once more. Yet always would they honor their mother Haleth and the Haladin their kindred, and furiously abandoned Valinorean society after the drowning of Númenor and all its mortal souls. But eventually all their family would be reborn, those they had known and those they had not, and Rýndil would even reunite with their father Caranthir and find happiness with him and his family.

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sallysavestheday · 14 days

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Friday Favorites (5 April 2024)

Treats for this week!

No Gentler Pain by @eilinelsghost. The latest installment in the Atandil series, my beloved! Finrod, Balan, and an absolutely delightful Finduilas, plus rich worldbuilding and marvelous OCs, all making sense of love and grief. Ahhh!

The Friendship of the Eldar, by @melestasflight. Smoking hot Halenthir. Whew!

Loyalty: A Tale in Three Voices, by @grey-gazania. Marvelously complex Easterlings. Uldor, Caranthir, and Ulfang's granddaughter's POVs on the great betrayal. So good!

Companions in shipwreck, by spellworth. An amazing drabble series exploring 173 named female characters from Tolkien's works. One of my all-time favorites. I grin every time it updates.

The Visitor, by @jaz-the-bard. Elenwë's mother is Anairë's dear friend and a woman not to be crossed. Especially when Eärendil shows up and needs help. Time to Take Care of Baby!

The First Annual Reunion of Balrog-Slayers, by @a-tehta. The triumphant return of a classic Glorfindel, plus Ecthelion (of course), Gandalf, and a surprising guest. And possibly technological doom.

Enjoy!

#fic recs #tolkien fanfiction #friday favorites

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swanmaids · 10 months

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3 and 6 for the 🔪game? and 17 for a possibly more positive being better tomorrow question XD

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

Lol gotta give a shoutout to “why do we call it Kidnap Family? It wasn’t kidnapping, because Earendil and Elwing didn’t want their children anyway uwu” with 300+ notes. I just…

Also the post that said the third kinslaying was set up by Idril and Eärendil to get Elwing killed? I’m sorry but what.

6. Most annoying ship fans

Obligatory notallhalenthirshippers, someofmybestfriendsarshalenthirshippers BUT the way so many Halenthir shippers seemingly will die if they don’t say things like “so we ALL AGREE that Caranthir and Haleth had a thing right!” “EVERYBODY KNOWS Caranthir’s spouse is Haleth!” “ITS CANON THAT Erestor is a Halenthir baby” makes me cry blood and not just because I have a Caranthir’s wife oc lol. No, actually, not everybody in the fandom ships your ship who interacted awkwardly once. It’s ok! People are allowed to ship different ships I prommy it’s not an attack on you!

17. There should be more of this type of fic/fanart

Femslash! Edain! Edain femslash! (Big love to everyone who does create it. But I. Want. More!)

#ask game #choose violence ask game

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finmoryo · 2 years

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Here’s some of my favorite Silmarillion fics!

Series

The Ever-Fixéd Star by EirianErisdar

Gen, Kidnap dads, Nerdanel/Fëanor

Maglor dies protecting Rivendell, and Fëanor and his sons are sent to the void. Elrond attempts to free them. Lots of family bonding, and of course, some angst that still’s unresolved because the creator hasn’t updated the second story yet. It’s heartbreaking at points. Probably my favorite fic series ever. Long but so worth it.

Aurë entuluva by ScribeofArda

Fingon/Maedhros, Maedhros + his brothers + a couple OCs, some more things I won’t spoil

A Nirnaeth Arnoediad fix-it series with a time loop. Maedhros suffers a little (a lot). Fingon cares for him so much. There’s also some wonderful family bonding. Long, but you should absolutely catch up to be able to read the new fic when it updates. I’m looking forward to Curufin’s story. Ongoing. Current story is a Thangorodrim rescue and recovery fic.

Meanwhile in Ost-in-Edhil by elennalore

Celebrimbor/Annatar

I feel like the tag ‘Poor Celebrimbor’ sums this up really well.

Modern Mayhem by protisvit

Fingon/Maedhros, Celegorm + Aredhel

A reddit post is turned into Russingon. Some other things I’ve read but don’t remember. Celegorm is chaotic.

Ships

Beguiled by One by Verecunda

Melkor/Mairon

Mairon is seduced by Melkor in Almaren. Poor Mairon. I read this between classes and couldn’t stop thinking about it.

a refuge from a sweeping wind, from a tempest by aikanaro

Caranthir/Haleth

Caranthir and Haleth have kids. Lots of fluff. Read this one at midnight when I had a Halenthir phase for about 2 hours before Curufinrod took over.

Diary of An Elven Lord by Lady_Gavroche

Caranthir + his brothers, Caranthir + dwarves, Caranthir/Haleth

Mostly gen, but Halenthir is in there. Caranthir broods about his life and family. Pretty funny.

How long is eternity? by Ysilme

Glorfindel/Erestor

Erestor gets kidnapped, and Glorfindel is desperate to find him. Erestor’s POV is a little anxiety-inducing at times.

scraps of dark in a starshrewn night by Solanaceae

Lúthien/Thuringwethil, Lúthien/Beren

Lúthien tells a story and Thuringwethil listens. I thought this one was pretty interesting.

The Stillness Obscured by JazTheBard

Maeglin/Túrin, Maeglin + Túrin + Túrin’s family

Túrin ends up in Nan Elmoth and is betrothed to Maeglin, who attempts to smuggle him out multiple times. Eöl is awful. It’s great. The tag ‘dubious baby acquisition’ is always a sign it’ll be a good fic.

The Magnificent Heart by ObtuseDunderfuck

Gil-Galad/Oropher, Oropher + Thranduil

Gil-Galad and Oropher love each other, but Gil-Galad is an asshole and problems ensue. Oropher has to deal with a pining fool. Elrond is as amazing as ever. Ongoing.

In the Bleak Midwinter by Harp_of_Gold

Maeglin/Celebrimbor

Maeglin lived through the Fall of Gondolin and is found outside Celebrimbor’s camp. They both learn how to get along again. It’s really sweet and interesting and also kinda sad.

The Legend-Makers by AdmirableMonster (Mertiya), HoundsofValinor

Fingon/Maedhros, Elrond/Celebrían + their kids + Maglor

Elrond tells his sons a bedtime story about love and friendship - how Maedhros saved his husband from an evil monster. Incredibly enjoyable, kept me on the edge of my seat.

The One More Likely by Ulan (you need to log in to an account to read this one)

Glorfindel/Erestor

Glorfindel leaves notes on Erestor’s desk, not knowing Erestor had a crush on him. Lots of drama ensues. Gave me a lot of feels.

Gen

Woven in Dreams by Lithgaeril

Caranthir + his parents + Curufin, Caranthir + Míriel

Caranthir meets his grandmother and discovers his craft. One of my favorite fics, it’s super sweet. Fëanor cares about his children.

brother dearest, i need some clout so pls model for my next instagram product placement? by protisvit, zuo_zuo

Maglor + Maedhros

Maedhros is sent to bring Maglor back to Valinor during modern times. Maglor is having a great time. Implied Russingon but it’s not really a big deal and is barely mentioned. A really funny fic, I really enjoyed it. I’ve reread it many times. The art in it is great.

Of Breaking by JazTheBard

Maeglin + Celebrimbor

Maeglin and Celebrimbor bond in the Halls while looking at the tapestries. This fic made me ship them, even though it’s only about friendship.

Jailbird by JazTheBard

Maglor + Boromir + Faramir, some more I won’t spoil

Maglor is captured and lives in a tower in Gondor. He adopts more children and has a crisis. A good late night read.

Say NO To Shiny (And Other Valuable Life Lessons) by fflewddur_feanorion

Maglor + The Fellowship + every character they meet along the way

Maglor joins the Fellowship and is dramatic. Regularly updated.

Unwanted Advice by certain_as_the_sun

Fëanor + E&E, Elrond + his sons + Fëanor, E&E + Kidnap dads (mostly Maglor)

Fëanor is a disembodied spirit and haunts Elrond and his family, the only ones who can see him. This one is funny, but there’s a specific moment that I thought was really sad.

who could ask to be unbroken (or to be brave again) by Piyo13

Tauriel + Maglor, Tauriel + OC

Tauriel meets Maglor out in the woods and bonds with him. He’s the most parental figure-like Fëanorian I guess.

#silmarillion #tolkien #fic recs

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arofili · 2 years

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Cause and Consequence || Chapter 7

Rýndil Amdirfael has always been different from the people of Brethil, but with every year that passes those differences become more apparent. Caught between the worlds of elves and men, Rýndil struggles to find a place for themself in a world unprepared for the consequences of their existence.

Chapter 7: A battle and a confrontation.

slightly belated update for @tolkienocweek!! this chapter has been a looong time in the making, I hope you enjoy!!!

START AT CHAPTER 1!

chapter 7 notes:

Rating: T | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rýndil (OC) & Sons of Fëanor Characters: Rýndil (OC), Tallagar (dog OC), Sons of Fëanor (particularly Celegorm and Caranthir) Word count: 3.2k

READ CHAPTER 7 ON AO3!

#tolkienocweek #silm #silmarillion #halenthir #halenthir baby oc #oc ryndil #oc tallagar #silm oc #peredhel oc #feanorians #sons of feanor #caranthir #celegorm #my writing #my fic #tefain nin #cause and consequence #chapter 7

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arofili · 2 years

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Cause and Consequence || Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Rýndil joins Caranthir’s armies, and mingles with both elves and Men.

an update for @tolkiengenweek day 7!

START AT CHAPTER 1!

chapter 6 notes:

Rating: T | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rýndil (OC) & Lorgan & Haladra (OC) Characters: Rýndil (OC), Tallagar (dog OC), Lorgan, Haladra (Easterling OC) Word count: 1.7k

READ CHAPTER 6 ON AO3!

#tolkiengenweek #silm #silmarillion #halenthir #halenthir baby oc #oc ryndil #oc tallagar #silm oc #peredhel oc #lorgan #oc haladra #easterlings #my writing #my fic #tefain nin #cause and consequence #chapter 6

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arofili · 3 years

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@halfelvenweek day seven | freeform: original characters | rýndil hatalquar

And upon the death of their mother Haleth, Rýndil retreated to the forests of Brethil in sorrow, where they remained guarding their people the Haladin for years uncounted...

...but when the Haladin were stirred up in anger against the Dark King in the North, and joined themselves to the Union of Maedhros, Rýndil took up again the name their father had given them and marched with him as Hatalquar, child of Caranthir the dark, captain of Amon Ereb.

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arofili · 3 years

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Cause and Consequence || Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Despite their best efforts, Rýndil drifts further from their people.

an update for @halfelvenweek! not only do you get a new chapter - you get a completely rewritten version of chapter 4!

START AT CHAPTER 1!

chapter 3 notes:

Rating: T | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rýndil (OC) & the Haladin Characters: Rýndil (OC), Tallagar (dog OC), the Haladin (including Hareth, Hundad, Agathor, Dorlas, Halmir, and Hiril) Word count: 2.3k

READ CHAPTER 3 ON AO3! & read the updated version of chapter 4, too!

#halfelvenweek #silm #silmarillion #halenthir #halenthir baby oc #oc ryndil #oc tallagar #silm oc #peredhel oc #my writing #my fic #tefain nin #cause and consequence #chapter 3 #events #trans tolkien #haladin #halmir #hundad

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arofili · 3 years

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Cause and Consequence || Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Caranthir visits Brethil one last time.

an update for @tolkiengenweek Day 1: Family!

START AT CHAPTER 1!

chapter 2 notes:

Rating: T | No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Caranthir & Rýndil (OC), past Caranthir/Haleth Characters: Rýndil (OC), Caranthir, Haleth Word count: 1k

READ CHAPTER 2 ON AO3!

#tolkiengenweek #silm #silmarillion #caranthir #haleth #halenthir #halenthir baby oc #oc ryndil #my writing #my fic #tefain nin #events #aro tolkien #trans tolkien #tgw21 #cause and consequence #chapter 2

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arofili · 3 years

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Despite the Differences

part of all things bright and beautiful [Nothing Goes Wrong AU]

Rýndil asks their father a rather mortifying question.

for @aspecardaweek Day 6: Intersectionality! that theme may have gotten a little lost amid the family fluff, but hey, the intention was there, lol.

Rating: T | No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: non-romantic Caranthir/Haleth & Rýndil (OC) Characters: Caranthir, Rýndil (OC), Haleth Word count: 1.1k

Event warnings: implied sex, trans content, background romance Other warnings: tooth-rotting fluff? :)

READ IT ON AO3!

#aspecardaweek #silm #silmarillion #haleth #caranthir #halenthir #halenthir baby oc #oc ryndil #my writing #my fic #tefain nin #events #aro tolkien #trans tolkien #aaw21 #despite the differences #all things bright and beautiful #also you get two covers bc i couldn't decide which i liked better lol

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arofili · 3 years

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number 18 for that meta ask thing? I know you've done it for at least the gil-gadad fic, but what about others? (also 20. 20 is good)

20 answered here!

18. Do any of your stories have alternative versions? (plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterisations?) Tell us about them.

Haha, well, my recent Gil-galad fic and its two conflicting sequels is the most obvious answer! But other than that, there are a few others. I’m flexible with my canon interpretations, basically just going with whatever works for each individual fic, which means a lot of my stories can’t exist in the same universe. This also goes for specific interpretations on characters and relationships; my qp!Gigolas fics aren’t going to coexist with my romo!Gigolas fics, and my fics with trans!Mae don’t coexist with my fics with trans!Finno (usually. I have an idea where they’re both trans but I haven’t written it yet.) Plus, I’m such a sucker for writing mutual pining and love confessions and first times that I’ve written a bunch of different ways Mae and Finno could’ve gotten together, that obviously can’t work in the same verse!

But specifically for “alternate versions” of the same story, the story of Ryndil (my Halenthir baby OC) springs to mind! There are two versions to their story, one where they never met their dad (seen in my Feanorian Redemption verse) and one where they did (seen in this WIP, Cause and Consequence). Both end up in mostly the same place, but the affects on their personal life - and Caranthir’s life - are very different between the two verses.

#ask games #and death was his reward #feanorian redemption #cause and consequence #captainadwen #answers

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Cause & Consequence (ch5 alt draft)

Since some people expressed interest, here you go! @himrings :)

This is from the POV of Ryndil, my Haleth/Caranthir baby, and takes place directly after the Nirnaeth after the Feanorians fled to Caranthir’s stronghold in Amon Ereb. I intended it to be part of Cause and Consequence ch5, but having reread it now after I’ve written ch1 of that fic, I know I’ll have to rewrite most of it to fit the Caranthir characterization as well as the general tone. This confrontation will happen, and there are parts of it I’ll probably keep, but overall I’m gonna have to change most of it.

Still, I had a lot of fun with the arguing Feanorians, especially Maedhros who is less “in denial about Fingon’s death and crumbling entirely as a person” and more “completely Does Not Care about anything now that Fingon is dead, would be happy to watch the world burn because Nothing Matters, but still has his wits about him.” and I really let myself go off with my headcanons! I’ll have a note at the bottom explaining some of them :)

“Who are you?” demanded Celegorm.

Rýndil glared up at him, undaunted by his blood-stained figure and the astonished looks of his brothers.

“I am Rýndil,” they proclaimed. “Rýndil of Brethil.”

“Didn’t I see you in the fighting?” one of the twins asked suspiciously. “You aren’t one of the Accursed’s people, are you?”

“I’m from Brethil,” they said, affronted. “I’m one of the Haladin!”

“Regardless, this is no place for mortals,” Maglor said flatly. “You do know who we are, don’t you, Rýndil of Brethil?”

A shiver ran down their spine. Seven tall elf-lords, gaunt and scarred and bloody in the aftermath of a disastrous battle. Maedhros, the eldest, was a shell of the glorious figure he’d been on the battlefield; they weren’t sure if he was even awake, his eyes were so glassy and unfocused. Grief, they supposed. They’d heard the rumors about him and the High King, after all.

Maglor, leading in his place, trembling despite the firmness in his golden voice. Celegorm, bitter and angry and mean despite his fair features. Curufin, his dark shadow, flint in his eyes and venom on his tongue. Amrod and Amras, mirroring each other in their distrustful glares. And yet despite the blood and dirt and pain, a light shone from each of them. These were men to be feared, men to be worshipped.

And then there was him. Caranthir the Dark. Rýndil’s father, the blood flowing through their veins, the reason they were here in the first place. Gaunt and red-faced, the weary host of his defeated brothers, he had scarcely stopped moving about and making room for them since they arrived.

As much as Rýndil was of the Haladin, as much as they were the child of Haleth, they were bound to this family and people also.

Rýndil stuck their chin out and glared directly at the unobservant Caranthir. “I know who you are,” they said evenly. “You are the Fëanorians. Well, so am I.”

There was a horrid pause, in which Rýndil wasn’t sure if they were going to be sliced open from gut to throat or welcomed with open arms. Even those that hadn’t been staring at them before turned to look at them with open mouths.

“They’re not mine,” said a wry voice at last. Everyone turned to stare at Maedhros, speaking his first words since their arrival.

“What?” he said. “Fingon is—he’s dead. No point in hiding it any more. Yes, I was sleeping with him. We were in love. You’re all shocked, I know—yes, Curvo, I was being sarcastic, don’t even start, I’m well aware that we were the worst-kept secret in Beleriand.”

“More like all of Arda,” muttered Maglor.

Maedhros ignored him. “My lover is dead,” he said, a deep and righteous grief rumbling in his chest. “And so. This bastard child. Is. Not. Mine.”

Bastard! Rýndil recoiled. They knew it was true, knew that the Fëanorians could see the truth of their relation but also the truth of its illegitimacy in the way that elves had. The way Rýndil only partially understood, like they only partially understood everything about who they were.

No one else spoke. Maedhros stuck his feet up on the table, crossing his arms. “I’m done with dancing around unfortunate subjects,” he said. “Whoever of you bed some mortal woman, fess up. I faced my scandal, time for you all to face yours.”

Still no one moved, until Maglor blurted out, “I know you’re looking to me, Nelyo, but Arasdil’s children had other fathers.”

“What?” Curufin yelped. “You slept with a mortal? And you mocked me for being faithless to Quilla with Finrod! What would Ezellë think of this, at least I didn’t stoop that low—”

“This is rich,” Maedhros drawled, “coming from the person who would never shut up about me being a cousin-fucker.”

“Look, Finrod was the whore, look at him, he had Edrahil and Bëor and at least two of those dwarves, and besides he was already fucking Turgon well before me—”

“I’m asexual,” Amrod said, raising his hands and stepping backward. “It wasn’t me.”

“And unlike some of you, I remember my marriage vows,” Amras snapped. “Thennes may have died in the Bragollach, but if we get out of this blasted Oath and reunite in Aman I’ll be doing it on a clean conscience!”

“Tyelko?” Maglor demanded.

“Hell if I know,” Celegorm growled. “I’m not the type to get tied down—”

“Valar damn it, Tyelko, how many times have we told you—”

Rýndil watched, wide-eyed, as the Fëanorians fell apart into bickering about their various sexual exploits, bringing up long-buried grievances while Maedhros watched with a morbid amusement. Morbid, that was the right word for him; just looking at him unsettled them.

Throughout all this, Caranthir stayed silent in the shadows of his own home, his face growing more and more red. Rýndil looked at him, crossing their arms. They weren’t going to say anything—this was his fault.

“I think I’d know if they were my kid, though,” Celegorm argued. “Has Tyelpë been sleeping around?”

“How the fuck should I know?!” Curufin snarled. “Ever since you fucked up our perfectly good plan with the witch of Doriath I haven’t seen hide nor hair of my unfortunate whelp!”

“I fucked it up?” Celegorm shouted. “Really now?! You sending your boyfriend off to his death had nothing to do with that?”

“It was me,” Caranthir said quietly. The others didn’t seem to hear him at first, though Rýndil saw Maedhros’ eyebrows shoot upward at the confession. “I’m their father.”

Slowly, the Fëanorians fell silent, looking to their middlest brother in astonishment.

“Moryo!” Maglor groaned. “Of all of us, only Ambarussa were less likely!”

“And me, don’t kid yourselves,” Maedhros interrupted. “I had my money on one of the ‘Three Cs’ as I hear they’re calling you all in Dor-lómin. Though I doubt Dor-lómin will be around for much longer.”

“Don’t group me in with those idiots,” Caranthir said scornfully. “Yes, I fathered the brat.”

“I’m not a fucking brat,” Rýndil growled. “And I may be a bastard, but that’s to your shame, not mine, Father. My mother’s people treat me very well.”

“Who is the mother?” Amras asked. “I never pinned you for the romantic type, Moryo.”

“Haleth wasn’t, either,” Caranthir said glumly. “She...conquered me, I suppose. I didn’t even realize that she got a child out of the exchange until I met Rýndil several years later. And frankly, they’re so unimpressive, even for a peredhel, that I’d forgotten about them until—”

Rýndil sprang across the room and bitch-slapped Caranthir to the ground. “Fuck off,” they spat, hitting him where it hurt. “My mother was right to send you away when she did. You’re worthless, all of you Noldor princes, bringing only ruin to this land and blaming it on everyone but yourselves. Look at who brought Beleriand to ashes in this last battle—it wasn’t the Sindar, nor the Edain! It was you lot and your double-crossing friends! And maybe I’m an unanticipated, unimpressive peredhel, but everything I can claim is thanks to Haleth, not you. I may be a Fëanorian, but I’m worth seven of you.” They curled their lip. “And for the record, uncles, I think Celebrimbor had the right idea.”

They gave the stunned Caranthir one more knee to the groin and stormed out of the room. “Thanks for giving me a place to spend the night,” they called as they left, “and for letting me get that off my chest.”

“I like them,” Maedhros observed sardonically once Rýndil had rounded the corner. They hung by the doorway, catching their breath and trying to regain their composure. “They’re not afraid to tell you all the truth.”

“I’ll remind you who led this Union of peoples that failed so disastrously,” Caranthir hissed, “and if tonight has proved anything, it’s that Ambarussa have the right way of looking at things.”

Rýndil didn’t know if they would go that far, but they smiled grimly. So much for finding a place with their father’s people—but at least this venture hadn’t been uneventful.

A/N: So really this turned out to be more of a sequel to “Unanticipated” than part of C&C - my Halenthir characterization there is fairly antagonistic and playful, but after thinking about it I don’t think Caranthir is actually...ashamed of Ryndil, or particularly regretful of their existence, he just...doesn’t know what to do with/about them. So I’ll tone down his disdain for the actual fic, because I don’t think this is really representative of how he feels anymore.

A lot of my headcanons for the Feanorians and their relationships showed up here! I went into more detail about some of that in my longfic “ATATYA.” That fic, however, is not set in the same universe as this one; Ryndil is discussed in Moryo’s chapters of “ATATYA” but he didn’t actually know they existed until after his rebirth in that story, where he does know here.

There are references to Quilla and Ezelle; these are my OCs for Curufin and Maglor’s wives, respectively.

I mentioned Amras’ wife Thennes in this fic - she’s another character discussed in “ATATYA,” but her fate is different here than in that fic. Here, she dies in the Dagor Bragollach instead of absconding with Elured and Elurin after the Second Kinslaying. I have some headcanons about her relationship with the Ambarussa and how that plays out in both fics; one of these days I’ll get around to writing them.

Someone else I mentioned was Arasdil, a mortal lover of Maglor’s. That relationship was something I was workshopping around the time of writing “ATATYA,” but I ultimately ended up going with a different version of his life in my fic “Sins and Sorrows,” which is set in the same verse. I still think she existed, but they weren’t married like I originally envisioned. Basically, Arasdil was a woman of the house of Beor that Maglor rescued from an abusive marriage and had a relationship with. His comment about her children having “other fathers” is just that - he slept with her, but she never had his child. This is an affair that Maedhros knew about, but the rest of his brothers didn’t until this moment.

There’s a lot of swearing here that I’ll probably end up toning down, and I don’t think I’ll be as explicit with Amrod’s line about him being asexual, though that’ll still be there in spirit. And by the end, with Ryndil “bitch-slapping” their father and just Going Off at him and his brothers - I don’t think that would fly in actuality, but it was too fun to resist, tbh.

Also, the main thing this fic is missing is Ryndil’s dog!! They always have a dog with them - though perhaps Tallagar also died in the Nirnaeth.... :(

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this snippet, and if you haven’t checked out the actual fic, you should definitely do that!! :)

#silmarillion #caranthir #feanorians #halenthir #silm fic #oc ryndil #cause and consequence #unanticipated #oc thennes #oc arasdil #atatya #sins and sorrows #this is not FR verse tho #my fic #my writing #tefain nin #himrings

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fic writer tag game!!

i was tagged by @meztliel, thanks so much!!

AO3 name: starlightwalking

Fandoms: mostly Tolkien, my current main WIPs are Hobbit and LOTR fics, but i’m definitely mostly writing for the Silm these days, just lots of oneshots. i also dabble in Les Mis (at least once a year for Barricade Day!) and TAZ :)

Number of fics: 179??? how??? and i’m only gonna have more!! i’m not even done with B2MeM20 yet!!

Fic I spent the most time on: oh geez. that’s a tough one. this fic that i just posted, a Measse/Thuringwethil oneshot, i started in 2015?? but i left it sitting for 5 years, so i don’t think that counts. and i guess this drabble comp would be the next candidate, i started it in May 2016 and i last updated it in December 2019, but it’s...a drabble compilation, not an actual fic. so i think i actually spent the most time on my current WIPs, “Moonlight” and “Roads Go On,” both originally posted in May 2018 (jesus i was still in HIGH SCHOOL) and updated.....last year...... really i just haven’t had time to work on them, rip, though i think about them constantly. that’s what happens when you’re not in high school anymore i suppose....

Fic I spent the least time on: i mean, something from that drabble comp, probably. Or a B2MeM ficlet. probably this Glorfindel fic? I only remember writing it because I know it was written in a hurry at like 2am and my friend Moth @thishazeleyeddemon loved it and I was like “wow weird considering how little effort I put into it!”

Longest fic: Currently my post-BotFA Tauriel fic “Beneath the Stars” coming in at 49k! RGO and Moonlight both promise to be longer, but that would require me actually finishing either of them... but I love BtS so much that I’m glad it’s up there, it was a real labor of love <3

Shortest fic: “The Lay of Nienor” which I just wrote this past month! it’s only 238 words long - but it’s in verse, so that’s pretty respectable!

Most hits: My first BotFA fix it fic, “A Merrier Place,” with 5544 hits - to no one’s surprise by my chagrin. That was one of my first forays into Hobbit fic and I wrote it shortly after the movie came out, when people were most in need of a fix it AU. So I don’t blame them, really - but as I’m sort of setting out to rewrite my thoughts on what actually would’ve happened in an Everyone Lives AU in my current fic “Moonlight,” I wish people would pay more attention to that...

Most kudos: My TRSB19 Gigolas fic, “Love and Fear,” coming in with 155 kudos! this fic features art from @ginogollum and honestly, it deserves that love! (though, I think it does say a lot about what fandom wants that my only romo!gigolas fic has the most kudos of anything i’ve written, and all my qp!gigolas fics are much lower down the list... though perhaps I’m being unfair, considering my qp!Domadry fic “Wedding Blues” has the second-most kudos at 147.)

Most comment threads: My other TRSB19 fic, the Feanorian Redemption/Rebirth story “ATATYA” - that’s 71 comment threads and 147 total comments including replies!!! :) that makes me very very happy, because I wrote the 45,000 words of that fic in like...two weeks, about? it was INTENSE. and i’m very proud of that story, it’s got a lot of headcanons that I stand by, and I reference it frequently!

Most bookmarks: I added this category bc it felt weird it wasn’t here. Again, this prize goes to “Love and Fear” with 43 bookmarks!! woah :o second place is “A Merrier Place” with 35, and then the first fic I haven’t already mentioned is “The Naming Dame,” a HTTYD book fic with 30 bookmarks! I really should go back and update that fic, considering I wrote it before the last book came out and there’s new relevant information...

Total word count: I also added this one because I wanna brag!! I currently have 739,961 words archived on AO3 - holy shit!! adding the ~253k words I didn’t transfer over from FFN, that’s nearly a million words of fic! by the time i finish B2MeM I might push past that threshhold!!!!! that’s so exciting!!!! (fun fact about me: before Tolkien, my main fandom was...warrior cats...roughly 215k of that fic I left to gather dust on FFN is WC fic........)

Favourite fic I wrote: This isn’t fair, I can’t choose just one!! Ugh...well, if I must, I think it has to be “ATATYA”? This is subject to change, and “Beneath the Stars” is a close second, but “ATATYA” is my first real Silm longfic and I’m very proud of what I accomplished there, especially in such a short amount of time. Bonus: my favorite oneshot / favorite non-Tolkien fic is “and Love,” the aro Magnus fic I wrote for ASAW last year!

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: I mean, I already talked about how “Moonlight” is kind of a rewrite of “A Merrier Place,” so...hm. Well, earlier today in an ask game I mentioned my fic “fell and fey” which is the Eol-living-in-a-fairy-tale fic I wrote just this past month. I started writing a longer, more poetic version of that fic that I’d like to return to and expand on someday, but I wanted to get that idea out of my head and B2MeM was a great excuse to do it, so I went with the shorter version instead - for now!

Share a bit of a WIP or a story idea you’re planning on:

I’ve got a couple WIPs right now... here’s a snippet of ch8 of “Roads Go On” (which i PROMISE i will have up soon...i know i’ve been saying that for more than year but i MEAN IT this time...)

“What do you mean we can’t take the freeway?” Boromir snapped.

“My way or the highway, he means,” Gimli quipped. “And, uh...not the highway, I guess.”

Mithrandir shot Gimli a withering glare. Though he only smiled, some part of him shriveled up inside. A wizard’s evil eye was nothing to mess with.

I think I’ve already shared that snippet in a different tag game, so here’s one more for the road - this one’s from “Cause and Consequence,” my Halenthir baby OC fic. This snippet comes from a chapter that won’t be out for awhile (and might undergo some serious revamping before then), and it’s set right after the Nirnaeth, with my OC (Ryndil) about to confront their dad.

“This is no place for mortals,” Maglor said flatly. “You do know who we are, don’t you, Rýndil of Brethil?”

As much as Rýndil was of the Haladin, as much as they were the child of Haleth, they were bound to this family and people also.

there’s a lot of grief-stricken angry feanorian banter that comes after this (including some Maedhros characterization that i’m Very Proud Of), and honestly? i might just go ahead and post the whole excerpt if anyone wants to read it (it’s about 1.3k words) since I’m fairly sure I will be changing a lot of it anyway, even if it’s only for tone.

looking at these stats, i’m both kind of sad and kind of proud. like, i’m proud of myself for what i’ve written, and proud of the relationships i’ve forged with readers and writers on AO3, but i know lots and lots of folks who have waaayyy higher stats than me. i know considering i write a lot of gen and aro fic that i’ll never be a Big Name Fan, but that doesn’t stop me from being jealous... sigh...

anyway, this was very very fun!!! i tag @buffintruder @himrings @mushroomwriter @zealouswerewolfcollector @hennethgalad @absynthe--minded @stormxpadme @morifiinwe @raisingcain-onceagain annnd any other writer who sees this and wants to do it!! no pressure of course, only do it if you want to :)

(and LMK in replies if you’re interested in seeing more of that Ryndil snippet!!)

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