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youareunbearable · 2 years

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I swear I wrote this down before, but I cant find it in any of my notes so here's a little fun idea! When the world gets recreated so its no longer Arda Marred, I think the Valar got together and Looked at the Finwe problem and shrugged and decided to make all of Miriel and her descendants Maiar to slove that tricky little problem of Remarriage.

Because the Feanorians are now Maiar, they aren't technically born, meaning they aren't really siblings and part of the same family so there is no real issue in separating them now is there?

Miriel is one of Vaire's weavers of course, and Feanor is one of Aule's most talented smiths, but that is understandable as he is the spirit of Hearth Fire itself. There are others within Aule's Halls, but their knowledge of each other is passing, for Celebrimbor tends to stay with the jewelry makers and Curufin likes creating hunting gear for Orome's hunt

Orome is almost never seen without his most prized hunter, Celegorm, who prefers a form that looks more wolf than Elf.

Vana, Orome's wife, herself has a pair of giggling and twittering songbirds that follow her around as she follows her husband's Hunt. They dance and sing and twirl in sync that many often just call the pair of them by a singular name, Ambarussa.

Irmo within his forest full of Song and Music has a very talented Maia that is so in tune with thr Song that they can play with it however they choose. Maglor only uses this ability to give the Elves good dreams, of course.

Este is forever thankful of her assistant Caranthir, who keeps all her medical necessities and books in order, so she is always prepared to help those in need, even if he himself doesn't have the best beside manner.

Lady Nienna’s Maia, Maedhros is a bit more of a recluse. He is charming when spoken too, but there is something distant, some type of lingering melancholy that clings to him, like a weak dawn in the deepest days of winter. He tends to hide himself away in the forests surrounding Formenos, helping those who are lost find their way back home.

Then there are Finwe and his beautiful wife Indis, their children, and many grandchildren. They are a stunning example of a happy family, and all the citizens of Tirion love having them as their royal family. Nothing is ever wrong, even when Fingolfin’s daughter Aredhel got lost during a hunt, she was lucky enough to be escorted back to her worried brothers' camp.

Fingon, who had never felt the degree of terror that flooded his veins at the thought of his sister lost in the woods, terror that was much stronger than what was called for because what could befell her in their peaceful land of Valinor?

She was being ferried on the back of a behemoth of a horse, pristine and laughing at the antics of the silver wolf-like Maia walking at her side. The horse was being led by a silent Maia, who smiled softly at the pair but made no move to include himself.

Fingon looked up at the tall Maia, and felt something in his fea shatter. He always had felt like something was missing, that he would havr an urge to go looking for someone he could never find, catch himself looking up to share an idea with someone who must have been taller than him only to look up at empty air. His bed felt so cold, but no matter how high he tended the hearth flames he knew it was because it was empty. He would look to the distant mountains and see a dawn peaking over their tops and weep as something in his fea ached.

Everything felt so overwhelming when he looked at this Maia, this being that looked cold, who wore furs and had snow dusting his shoulders even though it was a warm sunny summer day. Fingon was so lost in the sensations swirling within him that he was too slow to act before the Maia helped Aredhel off his horse, swung up himself and was out of the clearing. That wolfish Maia giving his sister a laughing twirl before bounding off into the thicket, chasing after the distant horn call.

Fingon’s knees felt weak, he found himself sinking to the forest floor. This world may be Arda Remade, but he still felt Marred.

#amber rambles #Silmarillion #maedhros #Feanorians #fingon #there was more to this that i thought i wrote down #basically the story is in Arda Remade fingon finds that he is the only one in his family that feels Off #he doesnt knkw why. no one has memories of arda marred but fingon knows he lost something precious to him in the remaking #finwe is worried for his eldest grandson. he doenst know why seeing someone he loves turn so melancholic makes him afraid #it just does. so he urges fingon to visit Lorien to soothe his Fea and heal #here he meets Caranthir and Maglor and he feels a connection to both and spends a lot of his time he #there bothering the both of them and he shares his feelings with maglor who just humms and agrees with him #that the Music within his fea is missing something.maybe someone? maybe hes supposed to go out and find them #maglor tells him to let the Music guide him and Caranthir gives him supplies and then fingon is off #he travels around Valinor by himself. where he meets the other non-Feanorians and feels pieces slot together #his most eye opening experience was meeting with the Maia Feanor and his Elf lover Nerdanel up in Formenos #she agrees with him that what hes feeling is valid as she also lost something in the Remaking #she cannot have children and this aches as she has dreams of a full house and 7 perfect sons that are no longer hers #she shows him her sculptures and as he looks he realizes he has met most of them on his journey! not elves like she has created #but Maiar who under their unnatural differneces look almost identical to these sculptures #he pauses at the last one. the unfamiliar one. Nerdanel sighs and says she feels like this one was her first born #the one she lost even before the Remaking. Fingon feels the same. this face makes him ache.#he wanders the forest that night haunted by these people. these elves he feels like he should know but doesnt. hes so in his thoughts #he doesnt realize hes lost. he calls out into the woods and hears nothing call back but his echos. a chill crawls up his spine #his breath begins to fog and there is a sound behind him and he twirls and there is rhat sculpture. his missing piece #Dont Worry. the figure of Winter and Memory says to him. I Found You #You Found Me. Fingon replies

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annoyinglandmagazine · 5 months

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I’ve been thinking about Miriel and her impact on the House of Feanor on the whole, as you do, and I was thinking what if she haunted the narrative even more? I think it’s pretty well established that she was depressed in some shape or form, that there were mental health problems contributing heavily but there were definitely physical aspects as well, ‘But in the bearing of her son Miriel was consumed in spirit and body; and after his birth she yearned for release from the labour of living.’ And I know that Feanor being Feanor was ascribed as a huge cause of this, that he was just so much stronger than the average elf that his birth was particularly taxing but I’m going to go ahead and assume that even if Feanor had been a perfectly normal baby Miriel would have been impacted. It just feels almost like this infant is being blamed for his mother’s death which, while definitely plausible as something that happened in universe, doesn’t really feel fair to him.

I’m theorising Miriel had underlying conditions from long before she became pregnant that made her prone to things like fainting, exhaustion, chronic pain and that in all honesty her having a child was never going to be a good idea. But they wanted a family together and where could be a safer place to raise one? Everything was perfect and safe, why shouldn’t they be able to overcome this little obstacle to doing what everyone else seemed to be doing without issue? Towards the end she was entirely bedridden, not even strong enough to sit at her loom.

Finwë was relieved beyond measure when Feanor seemed to grow almost exceedingly strong and healthy, as if he’d gotten all the strength Miriel had been missing, and he thought that was the matter laid to rest, Feanor was fine and any children of his would be as well. Except they weren’t. Nerdanel’s pregnancies were always a time of great panic, not for her health really because it wasn’t Feanor’s genes they were worried about it was Miriel’s. And Nerdanel was nothing like Miriel but her children…..

Ñolofinwe watches Feanor pacing the palace in a frenzy while a crowd of healers stream in and out of a room down the hall, some five times the standard amount, and he wants to try and reassure him but knows he, with his perfectly healthy baby boy, delivered with no fuss by one midwife just like his two perfectly healthy sons beforehand, to go home to, is the last person in Arda his brother could stand to converse with right now.

The sons and daughters of Fingolfin and Finarfin grew swiftly, strong and athletic with hearty appetites and bright dispositions. Feanor could not bring himself to hate children so he settled for hating his brothers instead. He does not envy them their children, he loves his more than he could ever have loved anything and that’s the problem right there, he loves his sons and he’s absolutely terrified that he’s going to lose them if he lays them down too long. They’re so small and as soon as they leave his or Nerdanel’s arms they seem to tremble with cold so he sleeps with them against his chest for more of the first years of their lives than was usual. After those many sleepless nights he always finds it hard to sleep without being able to feel the rise and fall of their breathing.

Their cousins often do not understand what the difference between them and the Feanorians is, most of them have vague memories of getting scolded within an inch of their lives for fighting one back when they got into childish arguments. Mostly they just resented it or assumed it was favouritism if it were by Finwe or fear of Feanor’s wrath if by their own parents. Angrod did not think too long on how easily Caranthir crumpled to the ground at an unexpected shove, after all he was the older wasn’t he? Surely the rules about being gentle shouldn’t apply? He was equally puzzled when Fingolfin came running and scooped Caranthir into his arms, pale and panicked as Maedhros assured him he’d make certain Feanor wouldn’t hear about the matter if he was alright.

They train and become agile and skilled with blades and bows if not physically broad and strong in the way of their cousins but no matter how their health improves there are always concerns and during their approaching adulthood it becomes clear their worries are not only in body. There are migraines that leave them in dark rooms unable to bear even the sound of footsteps outside, days where Curufin and Maedhros struggle to allow any food past there lips, days where Caranthir sobs for hours with some inexplicable ache, weeks where Maglor cannot find rest no matter how much exhaustion he feels, little cuts and gashes on Celegorm’s arms that seem too frequent to be fully accidental.

If you were to look at this from a modern perspective it would probably be some genetic tendency to bipolar disorder and major depression but they wouldn’t have that kind of language because in my headcanons about Valinor they have very little experience with mental illness and no idea how to respond to it. I’m citing the whole Miriel incident to back me up there.

And just to make this even more angsty have a Tyelko quote from the fic of this I may or may not write ‘Amme always said we were her miracles, that our survival and strength was a blessing from the Valar. I was lucky to make it to my first winter. I wonder now if things wouldn’t have been better for everyone else if I hadn’t.’

#silmarillion #tolkien #Feanor #miriel #finwe #fingolfin #finarfin #caranthir #maedhros #curufin #celegorm #maglor #amrod #amras #angrod

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animatorweirdo · 1 month

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Your father discouraged you from seeking the elf, but since you were desperate to have your locket fixed -- you decided to let his words go soundless in your ears. Turns out, the ill-famed Feanor wasn't so bad after all.

[] = Sign language

Warnings: mentions of a dead mother, hearing loss, rumors, Feanor's reputation, softness, and Feanor not being bad after all.

(Note: I decided to take a softer turn for this guy,)

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Your life has not been an easy one. Despite being born into nobility as the child of a Telerin lord, you faced your share of hardships from a young age. Your mother passed away shortly after your birth, and then you lost your hearing to a strange illness.

Growing up without the ability to hear the sounds of nature or music was incredibly challenging. Many people looked at you with pity, and some even speculated that you were cursed, given the unfortunate circumstances surrounding both your mother's death and your hearing loss. This placed a heavy burden on your father, who was left to care for you alone.

You two shared a great bond, and he had been genuinely a good father to you, helping you adapt to your disability and trying to make sure you were happy. However, you knew how tired he was and how he held a look of longing in his eyes. He was most likely still waiting for your mother to return from the halls of Mandos.

Your mother had been born with a weak body thus the childbirth took a severe toll on her and her spirit. The Valar and the Maiar assured that she would heal over time, but it would take a long time. There was a high chance she would return when you had already grown into your teens.

Your father was deeply saddened by the news and carried a heavy burden of guilt, believing that he was responsible for your mother being stuck in a state of recovery. Despite any rumors or beliefs held by others, he never allowed you to bear the blame. Instead, he shielded you from such notions, ensuring that you understood it was not your fault and that you were not to blame for your mother's passing.

You didn't want your father to blame himself, so you always strived to be on your best behavior and do things that would make him happy. You also wanted to prove to him that he didn’t always need to worry about you and that you could handle yourself, even if you were deaf. That was one of the reasons why you were determined to learn how to read people’s lips and make communication easier for yourself.

One of the only things you had from your mother was a silver locket.

Your father allowed you to keep it, and you held on to it ever since. Unfortunately, the lock had gotten stuck, thus making you unable to open it.

Your father didn’t know what the locket held inside, so you pleaded with him to have someone fix it. However, since the locket was an older design from the First Age, none of the craftsmen knew how to repair it. They all advised you to dismantle the locket and salvage whatever was inside, but you were unwilling to do so. You were fond of the locket itself and didn't want to risk damaging whatever precious contents it held.

You began to lose hope when there were no more craftsmen to turn to, and even your father seemed less eager to save the locket. He eventually told you to simply keep the locket as a memory, assuring you that knowing what was inside was not important.

You valued your father's advice, but you also couldn't shake the desire to know what was inside the locket. Perhaps it contained a picture of your mother, since you had so few of them in the house, or maybe it held a cherished item she kept as a memory.

You then heard about an elf who was rumored to be one of the best craftsmen known in history: Feanor, King Finarfin’s older brother and the eldest of Finwe’s children. You heard that he had done troubling things in the past and nowadays lived in seclusion with his sons, rarely attending social events. Despite his reclusive nature, his reputation as a skilled craftsman persisted.

You felt hope for your mother’s locket, but when you asked your father if you two could meet him, he suddenly became angry and refused. You were startled as you had never seen him so angry before.

Your father apologized for snapping at you and then explained that Feanor was not someone who should even be spoken about. Despite the passing of many years, the wounds he had inflicted were still fresh in the hearts of many. He was not to be trusted, so it's only for the best that you forget the whole thing.

Normally, you would have listened to your father, but your stubbornness to have your locket fixed strived you forward.

During a celebration event with most noble houses and the city attending, you sneaked away from your father’s side and made your way to the workshop where you heard Feanor usually occupied alone with his gadgets.

You had visited many workshops while trying to get your locket fixed, so you had a good idea of what to look for. It didn’t take long for you to find the place and walk inside. The workshop was empty, as most of the people were attending the celebration. Although it was a bit eerie to be alone, you pressed on until you found a door with light emanating from the room beyond.

You quietly peered inside and observed a dark-haired elf seated beside a table, engrossed in some task beneath the flickering candlelight. For a moment, you were awestruck, realizing that this was the famed Feanor, the elf who had allegedly committed terrible deeds.

With cautious steps, you entered the room, mindful not to startle the elf, and pondered how to approach him without alarming him. Unbeknownst to you, the door behind you closed shut, causing the elf to startle and snap his head towards you.

You were frozen in your place when you locked your eyes with Feanor. His features were sharp and he frowned when he saw you. For a moment, he looked a bit terrifying.

“Child? What are you doing here alone? Where are your parents?” Feanor questioned, but you awkwardly remained quiet as you only managed to catch ‘here’ and ‘parents’ from his lips. Your lip reading skills weren’t the sharpest despite you having been trying to improve them.

You took a deep breath and then tried to explain in sign language why you were there and that you had hoped he could take a look at your locket and perhaps know how to fix it since no one else knew how to.

Feanor gazed intently at you as you signed, and then there was an awkward pause. You weren't sure if he understood sign language, and you mildly regretted not bringing a piece of paper and a pencil, which would have made explaining much easier.

Feanor’s eyes then softened, and to your surprise, he motioned his hand in sign language.

“[Come here…]” he said.

You then walked up to him and handed him your locket.

He inspected it carefully, taking in the design and the lock. After he tested it and tried to open it, he then laid it down on the table. He grabbed one of the vials and what seemed to be a small tool. You looked at him curiously as he started doing something.

He then glanced at you.

“[Take a seat. This might take a while…]” He signed.

You nodded and quietly sat on the opposite side of the table, watching as he gently poured drops on the lock.

“[What is that?] you curiously asked.

“[A type of acid. It can remove the rust that had locked the locket from the inside,]” he explained.

“[Wait! So you can really fix it without having to break it?!]” you asked excitedly.

“[Of course I can. I do need to take the lock apart to clean the excess rust from the inside,]” Feanor explained while dropping drops on the locket.

“[How do you know sign language?]” you asked.

“[I was the one who first developed it,]” he answered, making your eyes widen.

“[Did you or anyone in your family have hearing problems too? ]” you asked.

“[No. I just wanted a way to bad mouth my half-brother without him understanding anything. I was a bit of a drama seeker,]” he explained, making you giggle.

“[Then it was adopted by those who were unable to speak or hear words,]” he added.

“[How long have you been unable to hear words or sounds?]” he asked while cleaning your locket’s lock.

“[My whole life. I lost my hearing somewhere in my birth,]” you answered.

“[Do you want to talk about it?]” Feanor asked, and you became excited. No one else besides your father has spoken to you in sign language this long.

You then talked about your life. How your mother died during your birth, and how your father had taken care of you your whole life. You also talked about how your father seems to be blaming himself for your mother’s death and how you hated when others would look at you with pity and think you had been cursed.

Feanor listened attentively while fixing your locket.

After half an hour of talking and watching him work, you took a break, but then you saw how the elf in front of you placed all the parts back in the locket and opened it.

You looked at him eagerly as he closed it and then opened it, making sure the lock worked properly before handing the locket back to you.

You grabbed the locket and took a look at what was inside. It was a small picture of your mother and father. They looked happy together, and there was also a small gem inside. It was most likely the gem your father gave your mother as a gift, and she had kept it inside the locket for safekeeping and carried it with her. You felt immeasurable joy looking at the picture and holding the gem.

Your father would be so happy when you showed these to him.

Feanor then caught your attention by tapping the table in front of you.

“[The locket should work fine for now, but make sure to take care of it and not leave it somewhere where it could rust again, ]” Feanor explained.

“[I will. Thank you,]” you signed.

“[Now come on. I take you back to the entrance. You shouldn’t be here,]” he said, then stood up.

You followed the elf out of the workshop, and you two then stood on the empty street while the celebration was still going in the distance.

“[Do you need me to escort you back there?]” Feanor asked.

“[No. My father is pretty easy to find, and I don’t think he even noticed that I’m gone. I’m pretty quiet after all, ]” you answered.

“[Very well, and by the way,]” he said, making you look at him curiously.

“[Your mother’s passing was not your fault. No matter how tragic it was, you are not at fault,]” he explained.

You looked down for a moment.

“[But others think differently,]” you said.

“[There will always be people who will judge you for what you don’t have. Don’t let their words get to you. Otherwise, your life will become difficult and harder to enjoy,]” he signed.

“[And remember, hearless or not, your mother would have loved you]” he added.

The thought made you smile. Your mother had a weak body, but it didn’t mean she did not want you. Your father and the rest of the relatives always explained how she was excited to have you.

She might be in Mandos, but she was going to return one day.

“[I won’t. Thank you, Mr. Feanor,]” you said, and he softly smiled.

“[Now get along now. Your father will notice your disappearance soon enough,]” he said.

You then suddenly hugged his legs, making him look at you surprised. He then patted your head as you freed him and began making your way back to the party. You waved at him, and he waved in return till he saw you disappear into the crowds.

Feanor returned to his workshop, feeling pleasant over the encounter.

#silmarillion x reader #middle earth x reader #silm fic #tolkien #silmarillion imagines #feanor #feanor x reader #feanor x child reader #silmarillion fanfiction #silmarillion #middle earth #deaf reader

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silvantransthranduiltrash · 7 months

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I know some people like to think of feanor as a difficult elf from birth to death, but I personally thinks it’s much more tragic (and much more juicy) if feanor was a (reluctant) good brother. (You can pry good husband and dad feanor from my cold decaying dead hands thx).

Like, feanor wasn’t a “nice” elf, especially to his siblings, but he was there when it counted. Sort of a “only I can bully my little siblings” kind of deal where, while he can tug at their hair (not too hard, don’t want to get in trouble with atya (or so he tells himself)) and call them idiots, the moment someone else so much as looks at his baby sibs wrong he already has a 25 step plan to ruin that elf so badly they’ll never show their face in tirion again.

Bby arafinwe will aproach him holding an injured bird, crying his heart out begging him to help and feanor would simultaneously scold him for holding it to tightly and gently take hold of the bird in order to bring it to a healer while arafinwe trails behind him.

Bby Nolofinwe asked him to help with his school work bc feanor, for all that he’s a grumpy little shit, knows what he’s talking about and “like hell he’s going to let any elf in the house of finwe be anything less than perfect”. Nolofinwe just looks excited: “ok, big brother! 😁” absolutely used to his tsundere attitude.

The first time another elf acted untoward to findis despite her being a princess, feanor comes flying out of the left field and decking em. Then proceeds to give findis an impromptu lesson on throwing a punch.

And of course as time went on and things got more complicated, the pressure of tirion + the depression bc of miriel + morgoth + everything caused him to eventually cave. It got worse bc he refused to come to the gardens of lorien for healing because he was afraid he’d end up like his mother and abandon his family.

I personally really do view his actions post morgoth being released (mainly the flight of the noldor/kinslaying) as a mental break.

#lord of the rings #silmarillion #lotr #the hobbit #lotr elves #feanor #sons of feanor #feanor needed help #miriel #finwe #feanor and nolofinwe #feanor and indis’s kids #good brother feanor #feanor didn’t want to go to the gardens because he was afraid of becoming like miriel #that boy’s got truama

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swanmaids · 11 months

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silm tumblr simulator

[mutual 1]: I NEED Luthien eldritch fairy black hole pussy NOW

[mutual 2]: Maglor the storyteller is literally the last one standing, cursed to wander the earth telling the tale of the doom of the Noldor forever, and who can blame him if he’s never going to finish the story? If he never finishes the tale then maybe it doesn’t have to end the way it did -

[mutual 3]: do you guys think Melian ever shapeshifted specifically for the purpose of railing Thingol with Wolf dick

[mutual 4]: Gil galad parentage joke

[mutual 5]: to what extent can we expect the Valar to work alongside or even understand the Children, when they exist on such different levels of consciousness, not to mention when Melkor is actively working to turn all their works to evil?

[mutual 6]: the in-universe mythic framing and lack of significant spoken lines or in depth characterisation for many characters means multiple interpretations of silm characters can be valid. That said, you’re all WRONG about my Blorbo

[mutual 7]: Gil galad parentage joke

[mutual 8]: do you ever cry about Elrond?

[mutual 9]: just a little doodle from today haha :) [exquisitely detailed and characterised family tree of the whole house of Finwe]

[mutual 10]: just a quick Russingon pwp! [emotionally devastating work of literature with 11 footnotes on Quenya]

[mutual 11]: Maglor is literally sad and soggy and wet at the beach. Does anyone care that he’s SAD and SOGGY and WET at the BEACH

[mutual 12]: I NEED Celegorm slutty blonde war criminal hole NOW

[mutual 13]: she unnumbered tears on my mound of the slain till I come again

#my post

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nelyoslegalteam · 16 days

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hello I have discovered murdoc and I am obsessed with this hobbit now :) also no wonder he befriended maedhros, from what I've read so far he seems like if a finwean (of ambiguous house) was reembodied as a hobbit

...new gil galad theory??

ALSKDHDGGFGDJH HI YOU’RE MY NEW FAVORITE PERSON ON THIS WEBSITE 🥺🥺🥺 thank you for discovering murdoc i appreciate you so much for discovering murdoc ;w; !!!!

alskdggdhfbfn listen. listen murdoc is SO finwean. none of this was intentional, mind you – our campaign has been going since 2020, at which point i was a very causal lotr/hobbit fan (by way of having gone through The Hyperfix in middle school and having not touched it much since then), and had NOT gotten into the silm. murdoc was initially meant to be heavily inspired by bilbo, and like. He Is, but he’s also my most extremely deeply self-indulgent oc, and i have some Character Traits I Tend To Be Compelled By.

anyhow @potatoobsessed999 and @jaz-the-bard got me into the silm largely by way of maedhros SHOWING UP IN OUR GAME, which made me go oh. Oh Shit. This Is My Kind Of Little Guy. I Now Need To Consume Everything About Him. so they’re incredibly, incredibly similar people, and i mean. gestures at the house of finwe. they’re MY kind of disasters and murdoc fits right in <3 but it was entirely by accident on my part. it’s been extremely fun for exploring that character dynamic, though - from murdoc’s end this is someone who he sees a lot of himsef in, including the parts of himself that scare him, and who he loves and trusts even for those parts. it’s been good for him, i think.

also alsjfhfhfnHJKL your TAGS THANK YOU

to ANSWER THIS, i cannot stress enough that jaz started calling us the union of murdoc as a union of maedhros joke. i did not come up with this. the whole table picked it up and ran with it before i did. it’s cursed on purpose. i think both murdoc and maedhros hate it in character but this isn’t stopping any of us from calling it that, including me <3 as for it turning out better, well. bold of you to assume our gm isn’t fully willing to cause us distress for fun <3

#also the idea of hobbit gil-galad is Hilarious. im not canonizing that but Oh My God LAKSHDHFHFNFNGFN #ALSO!!!!!!! @ your tags I LOVE THE CHATTY HOBBITS #INCREDIBLE #PLEASE FEEL FREE TO TELL ME MORE ABOUT THEM THEY SOUND CHAOTIC AND WONDERFUL #nelyo askbox #mirkwood campaign

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the-quiet-fire-of-defiance · 1 year

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Broke: ner = elf man, nis = elf woman. The House of Finwe has a weirdly low number of women

Woke: elf gender roles are completely different to our own. Ner ≠ man, nis ≠ woman.

Bespoke: The reason that there are so many neri and so few nissi in the Finwean family tree is because being a ner vs nis has nothing to do with sex assigned at birth, and also surprisingly little to do with what we as humans would consider gender. Being a nis is in fact a status that u have to earn by being really good at baking bread.

Nissi hold a very high status in society and are regarded with great respect because of this. Almost all the Finweans are excellent cooks (making it up as they go) but terrible bakers (too much improvising, refusing to be constrained by the rules of a recipe).

The fact that the silm doesn't give any outright examples of a ner/ner or nis/nis couple is because neri and nissi generally match up for culinary reasons. Elves aren't homophobic, they just believe that marriage should be between one person who does the cooking and one who bakes bread 🙏

Sapphic couples are regarded with great awe. Two bread bakers suggests immense power and they're not to be messed with.

#silmarillion #tolkien #back on my nonsense

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doodle-pops · 11 months

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Maedhros Having A Twin Sister

A/N: I remembered the anon who sent the request for Caranthir's twin sister had given me the option of him, Maedhros and Fingon, and I've been obsessed with the idea of Mae having a twin sister. I might follow up with Fingon soon.

𑁍 So let’s say that you were the older born 20 minutes before him, you and Maedhros are going to be considered the apple of everyone and the family’s eye. The first child, the first girl, the first of everything within the House of Feanor, you are going to be cherished.

𑁍 Both you and Maedhros would receive equal parts of love, affection and attention. There isn’t any need for either of you to fight over who gets to spend more time with amillё and atar. Both Nerdanel and Feanor would be over the moon that their first babies were twins and equally beautiful.

𑁍 As Maedhros twin, growing up as the first two of the third generation of the House of Finwe, you are both alone for the greater half of your childhood before the rest of your siblings and cousins arrive. This means that you and Mae have many years to bond wonderfully.

𑁍 From playmates as children, you two would grow into adolescence and then adulthood having taken care of each other and constantly hovering. His attachment to you was always ‘she’s my sister, we’re supposed to be together always.’

𑁍 Maedhros was always attached to you, following you around wherever you went. If you wanted to play dress-up and dollhouse, he was down for that. If you wanted to host a tea party, he was also down for that. It didn’t matter (since it was just you two) where he was, so long as you were there.

𑁍 It was quite some funny years after your younger brothers were born, they were always fighting for your attention and Maedhros hated it, especially when Maglor and Caranthir used to cry and beg for you. It caused him to act stingy and keep you to himself.

𑁍 He can always count on you to be honest, brutal as well, and truthful with him. The both of you would adapt the roles of acting as parents to the rest of your siblings and cousins. This was a great relief for him because he would joke about what if it was just him alone as the eldest.

𑁍 Despite you being the eldest, for him as the eldest brother, he took the role of being head. You witnessed this during his years in Beleriand, he refused to give you that position, not wanting to give that volume of stress to you.

𑁍 You are close with him, Maglor, Caranthir and Ambarussar since the quiet personalities you all share are compatible. He was attached to you from a young all the way into adulthood. It’s something he uncontrollably does—just whips his head around to search for you and then stands nearby.

𑁍 He isn’t one to hover, but as the years pass and he realised that you were the only other girl in the family, he becomes protective. Giving your suitors the fatherly glare from over your shoulder or talking behind your back, and then acting dumb as if he had nothing to do with your suitor never returning.

𑁍 Arguments between you both are…complex. You’re opposites in terms of personality, but share lots of similarities with Nerdanel and her temperament, so disputes are never long but grudges were. Partially reasoned and sorted out, this was during Valinor.

𑁍 For his years in Beleriand, he was grateful for your company during his lonely and emotionally detached days in Himring. When Fingon or Maglor wasn’t there to sing away his nightmares, you would swoop in the care of him.

𑁍 Tending to his injuries, dressing and feeding him on his bad days, going to his meetings and assisting him with his documents/reports. He was grateful but also ashamed for dragging you into this. Despite acting as the eldest over everyone, he would always feel like your baby brother before you.

𑁍 This is the time when he would lean into your embrace and allow you to brush his hair and sing or baby him. He hates it since he doesn’t like the incapacitated feeling, but it makes him remember his youthful days with you; carefree and running around chasing each other.

𑁍 In return, he would spoil you with the finest riches the land had to offer because he enjoys gift-giving. Maedhros would take up training you in self-defence while being protective and not fancying the idea of you roaming about Beleriand.

𑁍 As the big sister, you were responsible for helping him with suitors. Dressing him up and making him appear desirable to the public. You would give him lots of advice on how to charm people and you were the final say on if you approved of his choice.

𑁍 His favourite days are spent going on walks or rides through the forest and getting everything off his chest. Witnessing him cry and breaking down was a familiar sight that broke your heart. You felt horrible that you could save your twin.

𑁍 Furthermore, you used to feel his pain, when be was going through the rough, but never told him to avoid him wallowing in guilt and shame. You took your job of being his big sister seriously, always easing his stress load and watching over him.

𑁍 You are his confidant and best friend, and he trusts you just as much as he trusts Maglor. You know all his secrets and his bond with you is unlike any other.

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cycas · 3 months

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I've come to believe fervently in elven adoptive extended families.

So almost anyone can be officially descended from almost anyone else, and indeed, can be descended from several parents or parentgroups.

Amroth, for example, is 'son of Amdir' but he was fairly young when Amdir died, so Galadriel and Celeborn took him under their wing.

Hence, Amroth is both Galadriel's son, and Celeborn's, and Amdir's and of course, his unnamed mother from Lorien, too.

Gil-galad is particularly rich in parents, since in his childhood the House of Finwe were going down like flies, but they weren't going to let him down, so every time a parent fell, another - or several would step in. Who was his biological parent? Who cares! What really counts is the people who were there.

Elrond continues this tradition right the way through from Valandil, Isildur's heir who was too young to go to war with his father and the Last Alliance, and stayed in Rivendell with his two mothers, Anon and Celebrian, to Aragorn, who grew up in Rivendell with his very definitely not married-to-each-other parents, Elrond and Gilraen.

#elves #families of adoption

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tolkien-feels · 2 years

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I didn't even know elves had heraldry, how is Finrod's sigil different than others?

They do! Tolkien himself came up with some designs, look how pretty!

The above aren't all elven. For instance, the one at the center, with the red hand, is Beren's, and the tree with three circles represents the Silmarils. But I wanted this picture because I love that Tolkien did this, it's all very pretty.

Anyway, initially, Finrod seems to have used his father's device, probably because he's the leader of the House of Finarfin in Beleriand. It looks like this

This is very typical of elves. Personal devices for male elves are always lozenges (with circles for women and squares for countries or families.) They're also typically symmetrical on both horizontal and vertical axes.

You can see that eight rays touch the rims of the lozenge - that signifies rank. The more rays, the more important the person, roughly speaking. Finwe has sixteen, and all his sons have eight.

Finwe's sons also borrow Finwe's colors, which are these (note also how similar the design is):

And then Finrod goes ahead and changes his device to look like this:

What is this, Finrod? What are you doing. Great job on keeping the lozenge but uh. What the fuck is going on here? Where are the colors of your house? Where are the rays of your rank? Where's the symmetry of your species?

I mean, from the forest green and the blazing torch, and especially the harp, everything represents his meeting with the people of Beor. It's clear what he wants his device to say, but god! Is this really the best way to say it??

This design is so bizarre that the very authoritative book JRR Tolkien: Artist and Illustrator speculates that maybe the Edain made this device for Finrod, and they weren't clear on or just didn't care about eleven heraldic traditions. Except, this is Beor's device:

It's literally more elvish than Finrod's by a large margin!! If Beor or his people are making a device for Finrod, then either Finrod made one for them, or they deliberately swapped styles for some other reason.

Now, it could also be that this is a posthumous thing, but I think the same problems still apply? It's just. It's an odd device, okay?

Sure, it can just be a random inconsistency, but it's so much fun to imagine Finrod being Weird. "Hey I found this new species! On a related note, let's take down my father's heraldry, I'm about to invent Modern Art™️ 🥰"

Alternatively: "Hi! My gender is male. My lineage, rank and race are ✨Friend of Men✨ No further notes."

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death220467 · 1 year

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When Fingon and Maedhros decide to tell their fathers about their relationship:

Fingon/Maedhros: I am telling you this because I want to know whenever you will disown me or come to my wedding and give your blessing

Fingolfin/Feanor: I would NEVER disown you BUT I do not approve

Fingon/Maedhros: …at least you are agreeing with your brother about something

Fingolfin/Feanor: *offended noise

Also

Maedhros: —and I love him, he loves me, we are very happy together—

Feanor: but you are cousins??!

Maedhros: Half-cousins, actually.

Feanor: *how dare you use my own words against me *bETrAyaL

Nerdanel: *laughing at Feanor

#silmarillion #what’s going on with the house of finwe #tolkien #maedhros #fingon #maedhros x fingon #they are in love your honor #feanor #fingolfin #telling the parents #silm shitpost #incorrect quotes #actually it could have happened #silm incorrect quotes #it happened #you cannot convince me otherwise #nerdanel

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youareunbearable · 2 years

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Because the Feanorians are now Maiar, they aren't technically born, meaning they aren't really siblings and part of the same family so there is no real issue in separating them now is there?

Orome is almost never seen without his most prized hunter, Celegorm, who prefers a form that looks more wolf than Elf.

Fingon’s knees felt weak, he found himself sinking to the forest floor. This world may be Arda Remade, but he still felt Marred.

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If you take the “Idril being underage when the Flight of Noldor happened” then it’s quite interesting

That means Idril basically had a drastic different experience growing up

She did not even get to experience the carefree periods of Aman

When she was born Melkor was already out and working on fucking up Feanor’s reputation and mind and creating conflicts among Finwe’s house

There was just this tension she did not understand kept building up

(Inserting my headcanon that Melkor was intentionally creepy to her because of his little uneasy feelings around her father)

And being able to read mind and feel emotions as a child when everyone around were very stressed out would not be a good experience

Since you perceived people’s dark feelings but could not understand why

And the potential of foresights manifested as nightmares

On the day that the conflict in her family seemed to resolve the Trees were drunk by the Spider and her grandfather died

Suddenly they were leaving home and never return

Then she was there to see the aftermath of first kinslaying; obviously seeing multiple people lying there in blood being murdered by your family would fuck you up

Then heard the Doom

Then her own mother died saving her and she was saved by her father and her mother was not because there was not enough time and her father chose her

And that’s 30 years on the ice

Did she spent a large portion of her childhood or teenage year on the fucking Ice with few food and people kept dying around her and many of them probably was her playmates?

Then her father built a city and said we’re going to hide here lock ourselves in and never leave until help comes from the West through the sea

What

She was not her father. She remembered the West in her own way. It was strange, stressful, and there was this horrible being speaking the Doom then her mother died and the sea stole her mother away

Then her aunt left and presumed dead eaten by Spiders

When Aredhel appeared again Idril was happy finally someone she thought lost forever came back into her life And then Eol happened

Of course, later there was the Fire and the Tears and the Fall

Her life was keeping losing people and keeping losing homes

No I don’t think she ever was a normal one she would not be well for a long time even after everything (her son becoming a star did not help at all)

I imagine there was this heavy anxiety ingrained into her mind since childhood that she was so used to she could not imagine or remember how it was to not be scared and worried and stressed out all the time

She was used to assume the Worst and the crazy thing is that the Worst always happened and the others who hoped otherwise all died

They told her Aman was safe but how could she believe she would not believe anywhere was safe

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(My little theory “Idril was always very scared and on fight & flight mode and had chronic fatigue caused by severe anxiety, but she was obsessively masking all her troubles and almost no one noticed”)

(She was very similar to Maeglin but she was used to despair her whole life seeing everything kept getting worse and knew hope was nearly impossible while Maeglin had SO MUCH hope and then got crushed by so much despair)

#tolkien #silmarillion #the silmarillion #silm #silmarillion headcanon #silm headcanon #idril #gondolin #silmarillion meta #silm meta

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silvantransthranduiltrash · 1 month

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Do ya have any more headcannons about the whole Thingol and Melian you sometimes write about over here? I really like the concept of Thingol being Melian's thrall basically

Yes yes yes! It’s pretty much canon in my mind

So Thingol isn’t being mind controlled by Melian 24/7, it’s mostly during important events /decisions.

When it’s just an average day, Melian loosens her control over him (bc she’s a sadist) so that she can say she doesn’t control him all the time. Unfortunatly for him, when he isn’t being mind controlled, Melian is verbally and occasionally physically abusing him, so it’s a toss up on which he prefers: mind control, where he doesn’t have to think to much and isn’t constantly being hurt, or no mind controll, but he is constantly being hurt and gaslit.

By the time the noldo came to the eastern shores, Thingol has pretty much given up, which is why his personality switches between mind control and no mind control aren’t noticeable.

Furthermore, Melian likes to make herself out as the good guy, so she has Thingol act and decide things that actually she wants, but she herself will play as the disapproving, compassionate wife. This means that most elves, espescially the noldo who haven’t been around to witness the breaking down of thingol’s will, believe that Melian is the one to talk to in order to get Thingol to work with them, and it gives the impression that, if anything, Thingol is the abusive one in the relationship, essentially trapping Thingol, and preventing him from escaping due to social pressure.

Luthien knows exactly what’s going on, but other elves either 1. Don’t believe her (like her Noldorin cousins) or are not in a position to help her and Thingol completely. They might be able to keep melian down momentarily, but they can’t put a permanent stop to it unless they are willing to risk the eradication of all the sindar.

As mentioned in previous posts, this really leads to a “hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil” mentality in the sindar, and even all the way to the third age the concept is pushed that Melian was merciful and Thingol was not.

Luthien, whenever she needs to get away from Melian’s abuse (with her it’s more verbal/gaslighting and watching her father get hurt), runs to Oropher, the head of house Edireth, bc he’s one of the only elves who has enough power to stop Melian in her tracks unless she’s willing to risk it all. She has a permanent room in his household, where she keeps all her diaries listing the abuse Melian has put her and Thingol through, bc she knows that if she keeps those diaries where Melian can access them, they’ll end up destroyed. This is her way of documenting proof of melian’s abuse bc she knows no one will believe her if she accusses he mother without proof.

Luthien is also pen palls with Lasgen, her cousin, god mother (Thingol was able to gain controll for enough time to make Lasgen Luthien’s god mother, bc he didn’t trust melian for one bit) and Oropher’s grand daughter, who lives (at this time) in the Arctic Empire (an Avari nation), and Lasgen has hundreds of letters where Luthien is venting about exactly what is happening in her home.

Also as mentioned in previous posts, Luthien didn’t only choose to marry, live and die with Beren bc she loved him, she also did it to escape her mother’s grasp.

However, Luthien’s departure from his life ultimately broke Thingol, and she’ll forever regret that.

Now, the ainur aren’t really good in this au, especially the valar, so when Thingol comes out of the halls, Melian gets control of him once again and the valar do nothing about it, and no one really helps him, bc everyone has been so gaslit into believing that Thingol is the bad guy and melian is the good guy, that no one even knows smth is going on.

Except Olwe, Ingwe, and Finwe that is.

And as much as they want to tear him away from Melian, they have to play the long game and little by little break Elwe away from that bitch.

It isn’t untill into the 5th age that they, with the help of other Avari and cuivienen elves (bc they are some of the only ones not blinded by the ainur’s powers), manage to fully destroy the marraige and chase Melian away from Elwe. Of course, this causes further chaos amongst the elves as a whole bc if Melian could succesfully make most of the elven population believe that she is the good guy, even though she’s just as bad as Sauron, what else are the ainur doing? Especially considering they didn’t intervene now that they were in valinor.

#Melian #elu thingol #elu thingol is melian’s thrall #not melian friendly #luthien #abusive melian #house of edireth #anon ask #answered asks #lord of the rings #lotr #lotr elves #silmarillion

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fic: not titled yet but it's another absence of evidence thing, part 1 out of probably 3?

At Narvi's usual greeting question at their monthly meetings — "And what are you working on today, my friend?" — Celebrimbor made a face.

"Something that does not agree with me at all," he said. "I have been writing."

"But you draw runes so beautifully!" Narvi replied, mock-shocked.

"Very funny." Celebrimbor slumped back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. "It has occurred to me that if I am going to put my grandfather's star on my city, I should make sure our history has a better account of his descendants than Loremaster Pengolodh has thus far written. Perhaps my father and uncles do not deserve it, but my cousins and my sister do."

Narvi blinked. "I… did not know you had a sister?"

"It seems most people do not. You would think they would deduce I had a mother, but for some reason people seem surprised when I mention her, too. Never mind— Actually, would you mind reading some of my drafts?"

"Not at all."

"I mean to show the finished work to Lady Galadriel, but not… this." Celebrimbor opened a desk drawer — one of the ones with a puzzle-lock — and drew out a sheaf of messy papers. "Here, here's what I have for my mother and sister—"

Curufin wed the jeweler Maltarainë Maltataniel Maltraen Maltheniel Maltwegiel.

"I forgot for a moment that that grandfather did live long enough to take a Sindarin name… We did see him occasionally in Beleriand, but he fell out with Atya — I think Atya made some insensitive remarks about my maternal uncles — and went to follow my uncle Caranthir instead, so we were not close."

Narvi raised his eyebrows. "If I recall the history correctly, the Lord of Thargelion was, ah, not particularly known for sensitivity himself…"

"No. I can only assume my maternal uncles never came up in Caranthir's presence."

As one might expect of the woman Curufin wed, she was a skilled artisan and entirely loyal to Fëanor, as were all her nearest family. Maltraen carried the feud where Nerdanel was unwilling to, among the noblewomen of Tirion. She was as disrespectful to Indis and Anairë as she could get away with, and actively pursued rivalries with Edhellos and Elenwë. Even when there was friendship between Curufin and Angrod, Maltraen and Edhellos remained at odds, though some said there was a kinship buried under the rivalry. And when distance grew between Fëanor and Nerdanel, Maltraen turned against Nerdanel as well.

The paragraph had been written out and struck through twice. "I gather you're not sure about this part?"

"It seems… sordid, I suppose. Like something that would be included to make people think worse of her. It's just so… foundational to how I remember Amil that I don't want to cut it out completely." Celebrimbor sighed. "I don't think Atya even knew how she got about Grandmother in Formenos. She never did it in hearing of him or my uncles — or my grandfather. That would have gone over poorly. Grandfather didn't always speak well of Grandmother, either, but he was the only one permitted to do that."

Narvi would have liked to attribute all this to elvish dysfunctionality, but it strict honesty there were dwarven houses nearly as bad. (Nearly.) Instead of trying to unpack any of it, he asked, "Were Angrod and Edhellos married? I'm not recalling those names."

"What? Oh, yes. Angrod was one of Lady Galadriel's brothers — not Felagund, she had two others — and Edhellos was his wife. They were also Gil-galad's grandparents." Celebrimbor reached for a pen. "I'll at least put in the rivalry with Edhellos. And I should mention Indis and Anairë."

Maltraen carried the feud where Nerdanel was unwilling to, among the noblewomen of Tirion. Her rivalry with Edhellos wife of Angrod was a regular fixture of Finwe's court. Even when there was friendship between Curufin and Angrod, Maltraen and Edhellos remained at odds, though some said there was a kinship buried under the rivalry. Nor was Maltraen a friend to Indis or to the wives of the house of Fingolfin.

"How's that?"

"Easier to understand," Narvi agreed. "Only the wives?"

"She wasn't trying to pick fights with Lady Galadriel or Aredhel Ar-Feiniel, no."

Curufin and Maltraen had a son Celebrimbor; much has already been written of him and he dwells yet in Middle-earth. But they also had a daughter, Heledhwen. She was the delight of everyone in Formenos.

"Not a position I envied her."

All who knew Maltraen wife of Curufin would have predicted she would be among the first to follow Fëanor on his quest, but she was not. Like many of Fëanor's followers, Maltraen was in Formenos when Morgoth came; like all others in Formenos save Finwë himself, she fled from Morgoth's approach. After Morgoth left with the Silmarils, those who had fled dispersed in various ways. Some went to inform Fëanor; some went to seek help; some set up temporary camp. Maltraen was one of those who ventured into the holdfast to see what had happened there. They confirmed Finwë's death and the ransacking of the treasury.

"Where were you, if you don't mind my asking?"

"Not at all. I was wasting everyone's time trying to convince my uncle Amras that I was old enough to be part of the perimeter they were setting up."

"How old were you?"

"Old enough, but Amras was the baby of the family and took being older than me very seriously, so he would never admit that. Hence it being a waste of time."

While more messengers went forth, Maltraen remained inside Formenos, to tend to Finwë's body. She was aided by others, some of whom had dealt with bodies before in Cuiviénen or in the aftermath of accidents, but she was there the entire time until Fëanor returned, in near-darkness, in the wreckage.

"I'm not sure I'm… conveying properly, the bravery it took to do that, under those circumstances. The Darkening— Well, I'm not the only one who struggles with that."

Fëanor arrived and screamed wailed howled keened already in the deepest grief and the heights of rage. All heard his cries, but his words He spoke It has not been reported what he said then, to his sons or his law-daughter or the Valar to anyone else.

"…Another difficult paragraph here?"

"Everyone knows he was — very, very affected. I don't want to go on about it unnecessarily, but it was significant… I'm not sure I should use that exact wording, either, because I'm not certain it was never reported. I haven't seen any record of it and no one would report it to me. There were arguments among my uncles over whether he had meant whatever it is that he said, but no one ever told me what that was."

…Ominous.

What is known is that when the Noldor were regrouping in Tirion, Maltraen was overcome with horror: of Morgoth, of the Darkness, and of Fëanor. She could not bring herself to go nearer to any of them.

Celebrimbor's eyes were haunted. "What I was most struck by even then was that my father did not try to argue with or reproach her. I think he knew that if something had happened sufficient to rattle her faith, there would be no mending it with words. Her brothers tried. It went badly."

"These would be the same brothers who your father made insensitive remarks about later?"

"Oh yes."

Maltraen proposed that Heledhwen should remain with her. Curufin might have agreed, save that he felt that darkened, near-abandoned Tirion under the dubious protection of the Valar was surely no safer than the heart of the Noldorin host.

"She didn't ask about you?" Narvi asked. "I suppose being older, and a man…"

"I think she would have wanted me to stay if I had been as young as my sister. As it is… I do not believe anyone ever questioned whether I would go, not even I."

So Curufin brought both his children as the host marched, and after the fighting died down they were called forward to ride through the charnel-house made of Alqualondë's piers to the bloodied swan-ships. Celebrimbor bade Heledhwen close her eyes, but she saw enough to be frightened.

"This leaves out the part where my uncles Amras and Amrod continued to treat me like a child, so I sat with Heledhwen outside the city the whole night instead of finding out whether I had it in me to slay kin."

Narvi didn't think there was anything to say to that, so he patted Celebrimbor's hand and read on.

Maltraen's brothers Maltaparmo and Maltayondo were slain by the defenders of Alqualondë, and their father Maltweg was very wroth.

"The brothers, I see."

"Maltatan was angry about them dying, angry that neither they nor Atya had gotten Amil to leave Tirion, and very angry that Atya said they were asses who'd had one job and botched it."

"What did they do?"

"I never had the nerve to ask."

#a tolkien tag #reckless application of spackle

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