starillion

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nyérer ar makili serceón hiluvas me, yéni voro

swords painted with sorrow and blood - that which would follow us for eons

"noldolantë" part 2/9

art credit goes to narnia144 on twitter as had in part 1! i can never get used to their talent 😩😩

part 1

part 3

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irë nalvë vë er lië manen tullelvë istar?

when we were like a single family how could we have known?

"noldolantë" part 1/9

after a year of silence i return!! this is a collab with the ever talented narnia144 on twitter! (me with the lyrics and quenya translation & their heavenly art <33)

part 2

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more stuff under cut

yo hi peeps dropping some namarie scribbles as a reminder that i am very much not dead, but just overly obsessed over chinese danmei that i spend 24/7 moaning over gay cultivators. mm those are good stuff. currently learning chinese as third(fourth including quenya) language to actually read at jjwxc alas, so given that, this blog would be dormant-ish but i shall almost definitely come round for this year's trsb!

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celegorm: I just thought he needed to listen to common sense and reasonable discourse.

curufin: please don't tell me those are the names of your fists.

celegorm: my feet. I'm actually more of a kicker.

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aredhel: just a heads up, there are possible hostiles in your area.

*celegorm and curufin fighting off enemies*

celegorm: Really?

curufin: We hadn't noticed.

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random ass elf: so, what's it like being brothers with curufin?

celegorm: once, I asked him for water while he was pissed at me, and he brought me a glass full of ice and said "wait".

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áva quetë nation sí avánier  qui aurë sina enyales cala menelo néya valaina, as yaimi nainala qualmëo tai á cenë i lúmi as ringë níri i marir ilwessë yaiyala nu huiquatina tellumar almiéo i oiovanwa ná ilya nairi si cenir i eressë Arda sinassë, aurë úcalima ú-so mana sí imya? i alassë yeva mirma lá paityalme

speak not of fading things now gone if he this day recalls - heaven's light once made divine, with wails lamenting their loss

behold the hours damp with cries that echo in the firmament in mourning under fog-lit skies of bliss that is forever lost

all woe look now to what remains within this world, dim in day without it what is the same? the mirth whose price we did not pay

- aldudénië. maybe..

below link for my other poetries!

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from the years of the trees to the fall of the first age, among the fairest, and the most cunning sons of Feanor, there are pasts. there are schemes, there are intimacies. and Celebrimbor knows but a few.

'I want to know what drives you to these deeds - perhaps if I knew I could understand better. Please let me understand. It becomes harder to deny the accusations they throw at you every day now, as it becomes harder to ignore my father's growing lust.'

for @tolkienrsb tolkien reverse summer bang 2022, i present thee sinking as we run

art by @louisbach2211 and his impeccable artwork is linked HERE

Mature • Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Celegorm | Turcafinwë/Curufin | Curufinwë, Celebrimbor | Telperinquar & Curufin | Curufinwë, Celebrimbor | Telperinquar & Celegorm | Turcafinwë

Characters: Curufin, Celegorm, Celebrimbor, Maedhros, Orodreth

Word Count: 14830

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from the years of the trees to the fall of the first age, among the fairest, and the most cunning sons of Feanor, there are pasts. there are schemes, there are intimacies. and Celebrimbor knows but a few.

'I want to know what drives you to these deeds - perhaps if I knew I could understand better. Please let me understand. It becomes harder to deny the accusations they throw at you every day now, as it becomes harder to ignore my father's growing lust.'

for @tolkienrsb tolkien reverse summer bang 2022, i present thee sinking as we run

art by @louisbach2211 and his impeccable artwork is linked HERE

Mature • Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Celegorm | Turcafinwë/Curufin | Curufinwë, Celebrimbor | Telperinquar & Curufin | Curufinwë, Celebrimbor | Telperinquar & Celegorm | Turcafinwë

Characters: Curufin, Celegorm, Celebrimbor, Maedhros, Orodreth

Word Count: 14830

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observe : me getting all Feanor-defenseive because I can >;)

(NOT that I should support or defend kinslaughter of any kind, but y'all need to give more credit to Feanor's motives and acknowledge that he is not in nature an evil person(or elf, in this matter)) i am a feanorian apologist, this is my job. this first started as a half-joke but then I realized it makes more sense than I thought it would. Feanor, if you need a defense lawyer, you know where to find me.

CONCERNING UNJUST VALAR In the post-tree death world, it wasn't like there was absolutely no alternative to breaking the Silmarils and thus bringing back the light of the two trees. Much effort was needed, sure, but with plenty of time for consideration and analysis of the situation, Yavanna succeeded in drawing from the dead trees fruits that are to be the sun & moon. And hey, they're not too bad, aren't they? In a sense that they brighten not just Valinor, but all of Middle Earth, it was perhaps better that they were made from the trees. The concept 'Arda Healed' could probably fit here. Because of the deeds of Melkor, Arda can never return to the state of being 'unmarred', and the final goal to achieve by the end of the world is to heal all those wrongs, and not in the sense that it go back to pre-malice. Hurts to the world must be lived with and endured, but consequences thereof and struggles for enhancement; for healing is what will ultimately make Arda more beautiful than before. Welp, I think I've flown a bit off-topic here, but hopefully you get what I mean that the whole of Arda in fact benefits by the existence of the sun & moon. Yet the Valar demanded the Silmarils of Feanor without further contemplation because they thought at that time that it was the only way to revive the trees. Talk about being hasty asf.

CONCERNING ALQUALONDE AND ELVES' GREATEST WORKS Ye haters of Feanor, y'all say that the Teleri were unjustly slain, and that they had all the rights to keep their swan ships. Is that not why they are never blamed for the kinslaying? Thus it has me thinking that it is common belief that it was fine for them to keep their greatest works, and the Noldor were ever so wrong to take them away. But was that not exactly what Feanor was urged to do mere pages (in the reckoning of the book) ago? Why should he give up possession of his Silmarils when the Teleri can get away with hoarding their ships? They were dear to him and he would have fought against anyone who tried to take them from him by force. I believe Iam not wrong to think that the exact same reasons justifying the Teleri before the kinslaughter work for Feanor as well in that situation. If you are going to label him selfish for not giving up the Silmarils, by all means go ahead. But many others should be blamed for possessing the same quality - Olwe, ship hoarder refusing to help a Noldor in need; Thingol and Dior, de Silmaril obsessors, etc etc.

CONCERNING REBELLION Was indeed the flight of the Noldor from Valinor a rash decision fueled by anger and vengeance, giving up the state of blessedness, and pointless, even, given that Feanor himself who initiated the rebellion dies literally a chapter later and the Noldor live in doom™️ until Eonwe & the vanyar come to their rescue? I certainly would not call the entire stay in Beleriand full of mirth, but am inclined to think

that it would be much better than the only alternative - of them not returning to Middle Earth at all. (Now I'm going to stick to the middle school essay stereotype by numbering the supporting details as : ) Firstly, if not for the Noldorin presence in Beleriand, men who came thither would have been met with harsher fate. In the Athrabeth(Morgoth's Ring, part 4) it is said that it is thus believed (the urge to say 'it is said that it is said') by men themselves that the evils of Melkor shortened their previously endless life spans and that his shadow had always been upon them since who knows how long. While Finrod in his converse with Andreth is rather dubious of the former, still imagine the power of Morgoth upon Middle Earth without constraint - what evil would have befallen them had men encountered not lords of the Eldalie, but servants of Morgoth upon entering Beleriand! Now would be a good place to mention that in one of Tolkien's often contradictory notes (but one of them nevertheless and probably rather valid among them as well) the origin of orcs was not elf but man. With Middle Earth under his power and its people his thralls, why should he not assail the Valar once again? And all the while,what is so honorable in being cooped up in a once-blessed land like cowards as the enemy who killed your dad and stole your gems gains power not too afar? Repeatedly emphasized in the books (perhaps similar in frequency with commentary about its members' unnatural tallness) is the valiance of the Noldor. It would only be natural for them to wage war upon Morgoth headfirst. And Feanor, a manifestation of such qualities, have done little wrong in leading the so-called exile - or banishment - to Middle Earth. 'Wrong timing', some would say. But had the host tarried long, the vengeance aflame in their hearts would have dwindled (and such a thing Feanor indeed feared, having him lead his people away in much haste) and one's regret and sorrow at departure - if after much time had passed, any decided to leave at all - would have doubled by then.

Thus I endeavor to defend the deeds of Feanaro Curufinwe (and may he forgive the absence of vowel-lengthening in his name because I am simply too lazy to do so. i know it alters the location of the stress in the name and to be called fEAnaro would be terribly stressful, i'm sorry. i'm also sorry for this blabber. maybe i should have copy/pasted a long 'a' instead of blabbering.), inclined to dub them as 'necessary evils' (evil deeds, i emphasize. not by evil persons(or elves in this matter)) that gave rise to perhaps more good compared to the scenario in which they never happened. And that was probably the most eloquent I have gotten in weeks. Boy, what Feanor makes me do ;)

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maglor: when are you free?

maedhros: i'm forever imprisoned in my own personal hell so I am never truly “free” but I don’t really have plans all next week except for monday.

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curufin's speech at nargothrond. remember me posting this a couple months ago? yeah its the same thing except its in quenya too lol. i feel like a grammar criminal over here TT

Ai, lier Nargothrondon! Alta ar antara arda sina ná. Carna ar netyaina ar varna malyanten ar manyanten yando. Melinyes ve lya-aran melis, hya cenasit ná entë lá ve sí ceninyë. Quetes ya násë meldolva, mal polin cenë titta estel yanna cé tulyas ve. Qui hehtalvë i tië ya avárië ve, ma nalvë manwa envéla Moringotto?

Ecénien yar lóci ar yelwa urqui Angamandon polir carë. Ecéniel sa yando. Ma sí lavuvalyë i imyar umbarti lantar melda arda sinanna? Rúnyari lócion or i mindoni ar mári ar hroar mosselvaron, epta i anveryar neri aityaina epë i andondi Angamandon? Uminyë quetë þoryalëo. Mal qui mo manyuva lenda ambarto sina - rá Silmarillin yar úquen hequa nossenya nar lertainë haryar, mana nauva i rúþë cotumolvo?

Á menë sí, qui merelyë hilyë aranelya qualmenna. Á menë, qui merelyë auta marelya, parna i kotumonna. Á menë, qui merelyë. Equétien.

Ah, peoples of Nargothrond! Great and lofty is this realm. Built and adorned, protected by thy hands, and mine also. I love it as thy king does, or perhaps even more I now deem. He claims to be wise, saving our peoples from the northwards threat! Yet he will forsake his realm for a man! Beren son of Barahir claims to be our friend, but I can see little hope where he may lead us. If we abandon the way that has kept us safe, then are we ready to meet again in battle Morgoth? I have seen what the worms and foul orcs of Angband can do. This ye have seen also.

Will you let the same fates fall upon this beloved kingdom now? Red flames of drakes upon the towers and homes and the bodies of our kindred, as the bravest are beaten before the very gates of Angband? I do not speak of cowardice. But if any give help to this doomed quest - for the Silmarils none but my kin may claim, how dreadful shalt be the wrath of our enemy?

Stand forth now, if you wish to escort your king to his death. Stand forth, if you wish to leave your home bare against the enemy. Stand forth if you would! I have spoken.

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hey y'all check out my totally not age-old quenya poetry about turin being gay lamenting for beleg.

a hunter elven I have seen ohtar eldaron ecénien

his cloak hidden in forests green collorya nurtaina taurë laicassë

swift, discreet, and arrows sharp linta, astalda, ar quessër maicë

bow strong with willow dark. cúnë astalda as albë mornië

What foe may wander his path upon alquen polë ranya rattaryanna

ere that bow be loosed anon. afea cúnë sana sénina rongo

Nimble fingers, gold tresses long fimbë leperi, laurëa findë

that bowman brave, that bowman strong Cúthalion astalda, Cúthalion turca

yet soon mishap to him came mal rongo qualmë se-mapanë

unyielding still to orc-arrow lame nornëa urco urranna

despite daunting shadows of hell lelyala mir fuini morniellor

he left not his brother fell lá avantes hanorya aica

entagled in a curse of woe rapaina racconen qualmeo

that like a net entrapped the two ya ve raima turnë tu

about him fates evil grew coro sé umbarti úmëa olanë

that bowman great, that bowman true Cúthalion túra, Cúthalion naite

Ah good friend, tread not that path! Ai, mára málo! Áva lelya mallë tana!

Journey not to further north Áva lelya ambela Formenna

where souls so pure as thy own entassë fëar vanya ve tyenya

are preyed by morgoth's spells upon! Nar palpainë umbari Moringotto

how dark have been the roads that led Malca mornië caitanë i mallessë

to tears and woe, thy sword that bled lúminnar ar qualmë, tya-macil lantala

of blood thine, when all went astray lya-sercë, irë ilyë enge raica

that bowman lone, that bowman mourned Cúthalion eressëa, Cúthalion nyénaina

ye upon him look with love Á cenë senna as melmë

where may he lie for years to pass nai tassë caituvas lan yeni autuvar

beside him strong his mighty bow. arsë cúnerya taura tárala

tidings there from i do not know quentarya entallo lá istanyë

may he find great joy! nai hiruvas alassë alta

ah, wilt thou, wilt thou o fate! Ai, elyë, elyë tye-ambar

wilt thou mourn ma nítuvalyë

that bowman sad, that bowman gone Cúthalion nairea, Cúthalion avánie!

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i'm not just an "apologist" for that fictional character i'm his defence lawyer

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short fic for @tolkiengenweek day 4 -i chose 'language'! if you were acquainted with the concept of feanor's shibboleth, you would know this is a fairly poor rendition of it, but shhh

did i just use this fic to practice quenya? probably. but hopefully i'm getting better at it - if you happen to know quenya btw hmu <3 id love to discuss the language and/or exchange feedback!

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lmao me accidentally posting on my alt and wondering where tf it had gone *CRIES*

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for @tolkiengenweek day 3, gray spaces / enemies and rivalries / fealty

i've never written maglor & daeron before so thier relationship is fairly new to write - hopefully it's not some hideous lump of words that i scrambled together in 2 hours lol