#Atyarussa

[earthshine-moon]

Part 7 of the ‘a name is yours already’ polls

Same rules apply: vote for the name he would identify with more before the Noldor left Valinor

The other polls:

Maedhros’ poll

Maglor’s poll

Celegorm’s poll

Caranthir’s poll

Curufin’s poll

Amrod’s poll

[polutrope]

hello, I read your amrod and amras post with interest (I actually did have it the wrong way around in my head…), but now I’m wondering which one of the two is the one with darker red hair? I remember reading somewhere that one of the twins’ hair darkened as he aged, but I don’t have the shibboleth (which I’m guessing this is from), and would like to get this correct in the future.

re:

Amras!

The twins remained alike, but the elder grew darker in hair, and was more dear to his father. After childhood they [?were not be] confused.

And yes, it's from the Shibboleth of Feanor, in Christopher's commentary on the legend of Amrod -- where (as you now know!) Amras is the elder.

Now, I got this detail about the hair wrong in my own fic about Lightly Toasted Amrod. Oops.

I should emphasise that I don't think there's an objectively "wrong" version here because we're mixing up canons. In your and others' defense, Tolkien Gateway for a while had Amras as Telufinwe, etc. -- but I see someone has updated that! There's now a great breakdown of their names there. Thank you to whoever heroically submitted that edit. (Alas my brain is too saturated to figure out how to edit the wiki. I really should learn.)

In revisiting this passage, I've been reminded that it seems Tolkien reversed their birth order specifically because of this story that he invented to explain the name Ambarto/Amrod. So it was clearly meaningful to him that Amrod was the baby in this version. I assume Christopher chose to keep the previous birth order (Amrod, Amras) because he did not choose to integrate the ship-burning death of Amrod in the Silmarillion (a choice I applaud - wrote a bit about how hard that would have been here).

Thanks for the ask!

[actual-bill-potts]

PROMPT TIME can I have some m&m and “enduring grief and anger in silence” please!!

hehe yes beloved <3

TW for discussion of death and funeral practices

Nelyo had not cried once after Atar’s death.

He had wept, bitterly and without comfort, after Atyarussa had died. There had been a kind of grim satisfaction in Tyelko’s face; Curvo and Moryo had been silent, Curvo tall and straight at his father’s shoulder; Minyarussa had simply stood, swaying, eyes so bright he looked like a sick animal. Makalaurë’s own eyes had been dry; he had been full of fear so hot he felt as though he were burning along with his youngest brother, and in his mind only one thought had circled, round and round like the wheels of an organ-grinder: at least one of us is now safe.

But Nelyo had cried and cried, doubled over on the ground like he was playing again on Atyarussa’s little drum-set, and Minyarussa had stared at his shaking eldest brother with a dull sort of relief on his face. Atar had half-heartedly said, “Get up,” then shook his head and strode away as Nelyo behind him gasped, “the baby, our littlest one - the baby -”

He had raged at Makalaurë, after. “Why did you not weep? Little Atyarussa! My brother the musician, composer of dirges, can still weep for a pet rabbit lost these hundred years, but not his smallest brother, who we were as fathers to -”

“You were, perhaps,” said Makalaurë, not caring that he was being cruel, not wanting to think about it, “but I had other matters to attend to. In any case, brother, at least he is not here.”

Nelyo’s face had frozen in open shock; but all he had said was a quiet, “It should have been me.”

Only - only now Atar was gone, and it seemed to Makalaurë that some rotted abscess within him had torn open and was draining, for he could not stop crying. There was grief for the father who had lifted him upon his broad shoulders when he was tiny, and swallowed his dislike of the Vanyar long enough to send Makalaurë to Valimar for tutelage - for a little - and taught him his letters. And there was grief for the days of his youth, the bright happy house and his mother’s unshadowed eyes; and finally, finally - where had it been before? - there was grief for his littlest brother, for whom he had fashioned a little violincello and whose piping voice had lifted with him in duets.

It was his turn, now, to lift his voice in mourning; but Nelyo was silent, and refused to help spread what they could gather of Atar’s ashes in the fields that were taking shape by the lake, laying him to rest as close to Cuiviénen as they could manage. He and Minyarussa stood on and watched, twin shadows of Ammë.

Does she grieve for us, he wondered. Will she know he is dead, and did not know whether he meant Atyarussa, or Atar, or himself.

But after, Makalaurë could bear it no more. “Why will you not weep for him? Our father is dead!” he demanded in a whisper in their tent. And then, pouring out of him, “you wept more for Findekáno, who is alive! Atar will not see the hills of Tirion on Túna again, nor Finwe his father; he is Doomed, and all of us with him! Will you not weep! For us, if not for him!”

“He murdered my brother,” said Nelyo, quite casually, “why should I weep? As for the rest, we have been Doomed a long time since, and I shall not grieve twice what I was commanded not to grieve once. I will fulfill our Oath; is that not enough?”

Makalaurë blinked back tears, again, and said, “Not for me; where is my brother?”

“He died on the ships,” said Nelyo; and they did not speak again until the messenger from Moringotto came.

[eleneressea]

@welcomingdisaster suggested posting whole scenes for not-six sentence not-sunday and I will happily take any excuse for microdosing on posting fics:

“Well now,” said a Voice. “Well now! We are all assembled now. Your coming has been long awaited, Makalaurë. All eight are here: very good.”

The speaker was as a flame, burning without burning, and the light of that flame cast aside all darkness. Before him were eight smaller flames, weak and sputtering, as candles burned to nubs.

“Great evils have you done in service to the Oath you swore in My name, and to the everlasting Darkness you swore to be cast if your deed failed. There is the Darkness, if you wish it; I shall not stop you.” A tongue of flame bent as though to indicate it. “Yet neither will I cast you into it, for such is neither My design nor wish, and there are perils there as you cannot know.”

“We are still bound by the Oath,” said one of the flames, who had once been called Atyarussa; “we have no choice but the Darkness. Even yet it pulls me there.”

“Do you not think that you could be released?”

“We failed in our quest, how could we be released?” said Pityarussa.

“I am He to whom you swore the Oath,” the great Flame said. “And there is nothing that is beyond My power.”

“Then what will happen to us?”

“What do you think ought to happen?”

“Punish me,” said Fëanáro, “and not my sons; for the Oath was my invention, and I bound them to it; I lead them into evil, and they did it in my name. Therefore I bear the fault of it.”

“No!” cried Maitimo. “For of us, our father did the least part: but I lead them to the end, and my brothers followed me. The evils were of my designing, and I bear the blame of it; therefore let me bear, too, the punishment.”

“Not so,” and it was Tyelkormo who spoke, proud and unyielding. “For mine was the sack of Doriath and the ruin of Menegroth; in my name were the sons of Dior abandoned to their deaths, though Maitimo sought them out. So the blame must fall on me, at least in part.”

“Therefore if you punish him it must only be in one-third part,” said Carnistir. “And one-third to our father, for Alqualondë, and one-third to Maitimo, for Sirion; yet some part should by rights be mine, for Maitimo’s great Union was betrayed by those who I spoke for, and that failure led to our despair, and turned our thoughts from Angband to Doriath. So I too must bear some blame.”

“Maitimo was not the only one who led them into the end,” said Makalaurë. “And I bear some greater fault than him, for I left him for dead on Thangorodrim, and caused him thirty years’ suffering. Therefore if Maitimo must be punished, mine should be of equal proportion.”

“Not so,” said Maitimo, “for you pled for us to forsake the Oath, and turn away from our evil; I pushed until the last to continue. And I do not fault you for Thangorodrim. Let Morgoth and my own foolishness bear the blame for that.”

Curufinwë spake: “Do you think we are so easily led against our will, that others may bear all the fault of our actions? For my part I must refute this. My deeds were of my own design and borne of my own will: therefore do not punish them, neither my brothers nor my father, for what I myself did.”

“You forget, O our elder brothers,” said the Ambarussa, “that our swords were with yours until the last: if Carnistir bears blame and merits punishment, who did not slay any at Sirion, who did not there stain his hands thrice over, then shall we escape our due?”

“Have pity on my youngest sons, at least,” said Fëanáro, “for their mother’s sake, if not for mine, for she wished them to stay with her in Aman, and it was my doing that led them to their fates.”

“Shall I not have pity on all of your sons, then, for their mother’s sake? Shall I not have pity on you as well, for your mother’s sake? Shall I not have pity on you for the sake of Finwë whose death you sought to avenge, on Maitimo for the sake of Findekáno who rescued him, on Makalaurë for the sake of Elrond and Elros who love him and are loved in turn, on Curufinwë for the sake of his son Tyelperinquar who even yet needs healing for his defiance of evil: shall I not have pity?” And his voice was as the thunder-clap, and the flame was all-consuming.

The small flames of Fëanáro and his seven sons were silent.

“Do you repent, O Fëanáro, O his sons, of the Oath that you swore in My name?”

[dalliansss]

‘and score one for team awesome. that's us. ❜

↠ 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐄 .

Amras pouts as he lowers his longbow. The target, a massive black-fur titan rabbit, had eluded him yet again. The elder twin is almost tempted to call this cheating, and at the back of his thoughts there is already the beginning of doubt niggling at his mind: what if they were chasing a maia? Uh? But if it WAS a maia, then the maia would not hesitate to let its displeasure known. So the titan rabbit had to be an ordinary creature. Had to be.

Amrod pulls up beside his brother, nose already wrinkled. "It escaped you again, Minyarussa! This is impossible! Nothing escapes you! What is going on? Are you hexed today?"

"Be quiet, Atyarussa," Amras continues to pout as he sends his horse galloping forward, his brother easily keeping up.

"You do know Turko will be mightily upset if we come back empty-handed," Amrod chirps.

"It was not me who ruined the ham he prepared for supper today! I wasn't even in the house! It was all you, Atyarussa!"

"I was asked to cook the ham, Minyarussa!"

"You know you can't cook hams! You can only be trusted with greens and fruits-- salads! Salads! Why must I be inconvenienced for something you on your own did?!"

Amrod has an arm around his brother's shoulders. "Come on, Minyarussa. We are team awesome. Score one for team awesome. That's us. You wouldn't leave your brother in a time of need?" Amrod prepares to pull his most convincing puppy expression, complete with quivering lower lip and sniffling. "Do we not strive to be like the best brothers of our house? Like Nelyo and Kano, like Finno and Arakáno, and like Ingoldo and Aikanár? We're the best brothers there are! So--"

"---and so quit your dramatics, Atyarussa, or I shall shove you off your horse, and dunk you in quicksand, see if you like it!"

Amrod snickers as Amras sends his horse galloping faster, to be away from him.

"Minyarussa, you can't get away from me, ai! We're twins! Wait up!"

"Sod off!"

[thegreatstrongbow]

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Dread shrouded him, might clothed him, power crowned him - above all mortals he towered, mightiest lord of all Arda. His moods were strange of late - the lord of Angband had grown sharp and quick to anger in his pain and frustration, though once he had had a mind more swift and cunning than even his lieutenant.

But some things still made him smile. The elf-maiden cowered before him, on her knees, as she pleaded for the chance to sing for him. A beautiful treasure for his collection. Her presence pleased him well. And music - oh, he had never forgotten his love for Music, though so far no elf bard had ever come close to good enough in his opinion.

"Very well, Tinúviel. Thou may sing, and if thy song is pleasing, perhaps thou shalt not die."

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Neldoreth was silent. The birds no longer sang. An elf crept along the tree, his movement hardly noticeable to any but his twin, who moved along the other side of the path. Was he Atyarussa, or was he Minyarussa? Sometimes he was not sure if there was a difference.

The gates of Menegroth lay unguarded and open. He saw his twin's ears twitch at the sound of weeping from inside. He saw the hesitation in their eyes, and reached out, a gloved hand on their chest. I am with you as I have always been. What I do, you will do. Inseparable, unbreakable. Ambarussa's smile was full of too sharp teeth.

Ahead of their brothers, the hunters slipped inside.

[memoriapraeteritorumbonorum]

Letters to Atyarussa - I

Author's note: I recommend listening to this song while reading.

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Would you believe me if I told you that I do not actually enjoy getting caught in the rain?

I find it to be enjoyed from the inside, sitting by the window, wrapped in a soft blanket and sipping a warm beverage. Getting caught in the rain results in cold clothes chilling you to the very bone. Wet hair, a mess on your head. Catching a cold. I could go on and on, listing reasons for my preference to stay indoors, but I can already see you rolling your eyes at me, telling me how much I am missing out on.

Your boots are muddy whenever you step through the door, not realizing the mess you've made in your urgency to tell me about your newest adventure. You are a child of the forest, constantly searching for new discoveries to be made, plants to study, animals to talk to. I can see why people compare you to your silver haired brother a lot. It is when you enthusiastically show me the flowers you picked for me, when you take my hands into your still dirty ones, fingernails almost black, when you recount the tales he has told you about the magic slumbering inside each little organism in this world, that I see a great deal of him in you.

I do not enjoy getting caught in the rain and yet, the rain always finds its way to me — through you.

It finds me through the coldness of your clothes on my body when you hug me and spin me around so carelessly upon returning from your daily explorations. I can still feel the wetness on my skin as I am writing this.

It finds me through your usually so vibrant auburn hair that is now several shades darker on my pillow when you rest your head on it. Even when I help you dry it with the towel your brother Carnistir embroidered for you ages ago, you look regal. I could admire the way it messily frames your freckled face for hours.

It finds me through evenings spent huddled together in front of the fireplace, your adorable nose running from having spent too much time out in the cold. I have lost count of how many times I have warned you to put on more appropriate clothing or wrapped an extra scarf around your neck before seeing you out and yet, the rain sends you back to me with that runny nose almost every time.

You are a wild one, always looking for adventures waiting around the corner while I prefer the comfort of our chambers, watching you jump around in the mud on the courtyard, tilting your head towards the cloudy sky. Your heartfelt laugh reaches my ears every time, no matter now loudly the rain is falling.

I do not enjoy getting caught in the rain and yet, I have grown to appreciate it more than I would like to admit — through you.

Because I know it brings out that shimmer in your eyes, that warmth and happiness of your nature, more than anything else.

And so, whenever I wake up tangled in your embrace, your nimble fingers mindlessly drawing patterns on my skin, I make sure to listen for the sound of raindrops hitting the windows. And when they do, I cannot help the smile creeping onto my face, especially when you mirror it so happily, knowing the forest is calling out to you once again.

[southaway]

Day 2: Amrod

[theelvenhaven]

Pumpkin Carving Customs

Ambarussa x human!Reader

2k words

Request: Hiiii!! I was thinking for Halloween requests, I thought maybe something sweet with the Ambarussa about pumpkin carving ? Either them being introduced to it or us all being ecstatic that it’s finally autumn since the pumpkins have grown and we can finally carve them with funny/spooky faces? - @nerdyely 

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You set down the last pumpkin on the table with a heavy thud, one that made the table shake slightly under the weight of the gourd. This year, you had spent time cultivating the pumpkins where they’d grow large enough you could make jack-o-lanterns out of them. A custom that was innately human and not something the elves really took part in. 

You wondered if they ever even noticed the seasons passing them by unless it was cold or hot. Lost in your thoughts you turned from the table and to the box of different tools that you had, looking for serrated blades of different sizes so you could carve the pumpkins as you desired. Hearing the sound of the cabin door open and knowing the twins had entered and quickly you were subjected to their curiosity. 

Amrod coming over to look over your shoulder to see what you were doing, and out of the corner of your eyes you could see Amras looking the three pumpkins over. Scratching his head, surely with confusion as he looked at them. 

“I think three pumpkins is a bit much for dinner…” He said to you, leaving you to laugh out in response as Amrod moved to examine and try to piece together what it was you were trying to do. 

“We are not eating them, we are carving them.” You explained to him, setting your knives and spoons down on the table standing in between the twins. Both furrowing their brows at your words and with a frown on their face. 

“What for?” Amrod spoke up this time, looking down at you as you casually set the knives out on the table around the pumpkins. Dividing the tools up evenly so everyone would have what they needed, you even had rags set out to wipe hands and bowls for pumpkin guts. 

“To ward off the evil spirits that come on Hallows Eve!” You explained it so casually, yet Amrod and Amras merely looked between each other. Even though they were so accustomed to your company and your human behaviors, there were still some customs that caught them off guard every now and again. This was certainly one of those times as surely carved pumpkins couldn’t be the answer to warding off evil spirits. 

“That is… quite the custom.” You heard Amras mutter out, and you turned to face him as he watched you intensely. 

“Is that why the village sets out pumpkins?” Amrod asked in return, and you smiled with an excited nod! Clasping your hands together for a moment,

“Yes! Now sit! I will need your help! The cabin will need pumpkins this season.” You said, pushing them both to take their seats at the table, both apprehensively obliging you and taking their places in their seats and you standing at the head of the table. Both ellons watched with wide eyes as you grabbed a large knife and worked on cutting into the top of the pumpkin. 

“First! We have to cut the top of the pumpkin off so we can scoop out the insides.” You began explaining to them, struggling with the knife as it jaggedly cut into the tough pumpkin skin. Sawing into it with the serrated blade, with Amrod reaching over to steady your pumpkin while you cut into it. 

“Are you sure this is a good idea? Maybe we should cut into yours for you.” Amras said moving to stand out of his chair, but you paused in your sawing holding your hand out.

“I’ve got it! I’ve done this plenty of times before.” You assured him before going back to vigorously sawing the top of the pumpkin. Amras merely sat down and began to pick up his own blade and working far more easily and efficiently than you were. 

You finally got the lid off the top of the pumpkin and Amrod began to cut into his, as Amras too was finishing up with the lid of his. You waited for Amrod seeing how carefully he was cutting into his before removing the top and setting it aside. Both watching you reach for a spoon to scoop out the seeds from the inside, and both ellons following your lead. 

“You do this every year in your village?” Amrod asked you as he rolled up his sleeves and beginning to scoop out the pumpkin, with Amras diving in with just his hands. Slapping the material into the bowl in the center of the table. You nodded at his words as you worked, 

“Yes! We usually begin around this time of year along with a few other things for Hallow’s Eve.” You smiled to him, watching as Amrod scooped another big spoonful out of his pumpkin at the same time Amras did. Only for Amras to slap the contents on Amrods hand, making the ellon shudder and shake off his hand with disgust on his face. 

“Oh come now Amrod! You do not react in such a way when gutting a deer!” Amras laughed at his brother's reaction, leaving his twin to frown in response. Amras’ laughter was infectious, leaving you to laugh along with him, scooping out more pumpkin insides. 

“Anyways,” Amrod began emphasizing his word, with a small glare to his brother in response, 

“What other customs do you participate in?” He asked, while you still chuckled along, deciding to finish out your pumpkin with your hands as it was mostly cleared out. 

“Well we wear masks or nice clothes and usually gather together and celebrate.” You began warmly, looking to the bowl that was growing to be piled high with pumpkin guts. 

“That would explain what we came in on last year in the village.” Amrod said bluntly, and you smiled over at him with your brows raised. You could only assume how foreign it must have looked to them, 

“What do you propose we do with all the extra seeds? We certainly do not need that many growing out in the garden next year.” Amras asked you, grabbing a rag to wipe off his hand just as Amrod stood to double check the inside of his gourd to make sure it had been sufficiently cleaned out. 

“We can always bake them? It is what mother did with them.” You answered them thinking back on fond memories of doing this with your parents and siblings. Before he could answer, Amrod spoke up;

“The pumpkins are cleaned out, now what?”

“We draw faces on them and carve out the faces!” You explained reaching for a knife, not really needing a drawing in place having so much experience doing this. 

“Does it need to be anything in particular?” Amrod asked you,

“A scary one, so it will ward off the malevolent spirits.” 

“Ah at that rate I shall carve Amrod’s likeness for he is scary enough.” Amras cackled out reaching for a piece of charcoal to begin working on his pumpkin, leaving you to laugh out in response. You looked to the twin who frowned heavily huffing with a sigh, 

“At least I will not need a mask to hide how frightening my face is at this gathering!” Amrod retorted, a smirk finding his lips at his rebuttal in satisfaction as Amras looked up from his pumpkin flabbergasted. While you worked on carving away with the two bickering at each other. Leaving you to laugh at their words. 

“We will see which one the villagers run frightened from come the gathering.” Amras grumbled out angrily, sketching forcefully on his pumpkin and looking away from Amrod. While Amrod began to look over your shoulder, watching you carve out simple triangles for what he could only assume were eyes. A jagged toothy grin was next on your mental list, but you looked to Amrod instead,

“Does it not need to be intricate? What are the shapes for?” He pressed practically resting his head on your shoulder to stay leaned over.

“No it doesn’t need to be intricate, but the triangles are eyes and then I am going to do a big jagged mouth.” You explained to him, while Amras scoffed,

“So I don’t have to carve out all of Amrod’s ugliness?” He asked peering over his pumpkin with a brow raised, Amrod frowned deeply at his words. Standing and grabbing the heavily bowl of pumpkin guts and dumping it all back into Amras’ pumpkin. Leaving him to cry out in protest!

“I just cleaned this out!!” He yelled jumping up from his spot as guts over filled the pumpkin and onto his clothes and table, with a heavy huff you watched as Amras went right back to scooping out the pumpkin. Again. Laughing at him as you watched, 

“I am going to get you back for this.” He muttered harshly under his breath, while Amrod simply smirked and sat back down to begin drawing on his pumpkin. You caught your breath finally between the laughs and went back to carving focusing on the mouth. The three of you working in silence, with the sound of scooping and carving filling the room. 

Everyone attentive to the project at hand before you set your knife down and looked over your pumpkin in decision about if you should add anything. There were soft mutters of frustration from both of your carving partners, neither seemingly satisfied with what they were doing. You wondered if they were struggling carving out negative space. 

“Alright I think I am finished.” You said definitively and standing up to fetch a few candles for your pumpkins, while neither ellon seemed to be broken from their trance like state. You disappeared from their sight, digging through the drawers in search of them before finally landing on short enough tapered candles that would fit in them. 

When you came back out both were holding their pumpkins facing one another and seemingly critiquing each work in silence. But both trying to hold in their amusement,

“Well? Let me see?” You said with a smile, candles in hand, before they turned their pumpkins towards you and both had just a collection of holes and no real face to it. You could not contain your laughter, as you were correct in your assumption that they had struggled with it. The two snickering alongside you. Perhaps you hadn’t been that great of an instructor. 

“I do think ours are missing faces.” Amras piped up, though he still looked quite proud of the square and round holes in his pumpkin.

“Let us see yours!” Amrod said curiously, and with that you turned the pumpkin around to face them. Triangular eyes looked back at them with a wide malicious and sharp looking smile with rows of teeth. Both unable to contain their surprise and impressed by what you had accomplished. 

“Fix mine, please?” Amrod was the first to pipe up, setting his pumpkin next to yours, and you nodded.

“How about you Amras? Shall I fix yours too?” You asked beginning to pick up your little knife, but he shook his head.

“No I like it like this.” He chuckled to you, and you nodded. You supposed two pumpkins would be enough to keep the spirits at bay. You began to carve out space making sharp and pointed teeth and menacing looking eyes. With Amrod right over your shoulder watching you intently. 

Amras on the other hand was in the business of trying to set up his candle, but instead searching for candle holders that could be spared for the inside. By the time he got back in his search you had finished, 

“You are good at this.” Amras said approaching you both and setting the candle holders down on the table. 

“Thank you, now lets put our candles in them and set them outside.” You smiled grabbing one of the holders, deciding to take the easier route and placing candles inside. The three of you carrying pumpkins out to the front of the cabin where you arranged them all side by side. Deciding to place Amras’ pumpkin between yours and Amrods- seeing as it would scare nothing off. 

“There!” You said backing away to look it over happily, both brothers satisfied with what they had done. 

“Perfect, spirits will certainly stay away now. Now lets go cook those seeds.” Amras said just as quickly walking indoors. You simply laughed and followed right behind him, ready to show them the other ways that you celebrated Hallows Eve.

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[mandhos]

Ambarussa because it can be one or both.

[arofili]

Discarded Names for the House of Finwë

Someone on the SWG Discord asked if there was a list of discarded names and concepts for the House of Finwë, and I knew the idea wouldn’t let me alone until I compiled one myself, so here we are!!

Disclaimer: This is not comprehensive; I did my best to to find everything I could, but I didn’t actually scour through HoMe, just Tolkien Gateway and Parf Edhellen! If you know of a name/concept that I missed, let me know and I can add it! Additionally, I did not include every single possible alternate spelling for every name, though I did include some.

I hope this list is helpful for people who would like to re-incorporate these names and concepts back into their personal canon, or to create Finwean OCs, or just to learn more about the shaping of the Legendarium! I know I learned a thing or two!!

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ALTERNATE NAMES

Unless otherwise indicated, these are names Tolkien used or considered before he settled on the version of the name that appears most frequently in canon.

Finwë :: Finu, Nólemë, Golfinweg (the latter two names were attached to a character who later split into both Finwë and Fingolfin)

Míriel :: Indis (who fell and died in a crevasse; only later did Indis appear as Finwë’s second wife)

Fëanor :: Daurlas → Daurin Tórin, Fionor, Phayanaro

Nerdanel :: Istarnië

Maedhros :: alternate spellings including ai or ei in place of ae &/or ð or d in place of dh; Maidros (meaning “pale-glitter”), Maenros, Maedron (actually a later concept)

Maglor :: Maelor

Celegorm :: Celecormë (linguistically related to Oromë), Celegorn

Caranthir :: Cranthir, Cranthor, Carastir / Carathir

Amras :: Díriel, Amros (actually a later name), Minyarussa

Amrod :: Damrod, Nambarauto (“hammerer of copper”), Atyarussa

Fingolfin :: Nólemë, Golfinweg, Fingolma, Ingolfin (linguistically related to Inglodo), Golfin son of Gelmir

Anairë :: Alairë

Fingon :: Fini(c/k)áno, Findi(c/k)áno, Finion, Fingorn, Finweg, Fingweg, Finbrand

Turgon :: Turondo, Sarafinwë

Elenwë :: Alairë → Anairë (this name was later given to the wife of Fingolfin)

Idril :: various alternate spellings using ð or đ in place of d &/or Í in place of the first I; Idhril and its Q. cognate Írildë (meaning “mortal maiden” as a reference to her marriage to Tuor; later “Írildë” became the name of a Númenórean woman), Tal-Celeb, Taltelepta (a translation of Celebrindal)

Tuor :: Tûr, Túor, “Tuor son of Peleg son of Indor of the house of the Swan of the sons of the Men of the North”

Eärendil :: Eärendel, Yarendl (yes, without a vowel between the d and l)

Elwing :: Ailuvin, Ailwing, Aelwyn; various other spellings

Elros :: Indilzar (which later became Gimilzôr), Elerossë

Elrond :: Elerondo

Aredhel :: Íreth (Sindarin cognate of Írissë), Isfin, Rodwen, Ar-Feiniel, Areðel

Maeglin :: Meglin, Mailin / Mailindo, Glindûr, Targlîn, Morlîn, Morleg

Írimë Lalwen :: Írien, Gladhwen (S. cognate of Lalwendë)

Finarfin :: Ingalaurë, Inglor, Finrod, Finarphin

Finrod :: Felagon, Inglor Felagund, Artafindë

Orodreth :: Rodreth, Artaher and its Sindarin cognate Arothir (actually later names meant to replace Artaresto / Orodreth)

Finduilas :: Findóriel

Gwindor :: Flinding, Findor son of Fuilin

Aegnor :: Aikanár, Eignor, Goenor, Egnor (the son of Rimion and the father of Beren; yes that Beren, in the version where he was a Gnome)

Galadriel :: Altáriel, Ñaltáriel, Caladriel, Galaðriel, Nerwendë

Celeborn :: Teleporno, Telporno

Arwen :: Elrenniel, Elerondiel, Aranwen; Parf Edhellen also says that Tolkien changed her name in the following order: Ellonel → Finduilas → Emrahil → Arwen

Gil-galad :: Ñgillingalati, Finellach, Finwain (in addition to the more widely-known names Ereinion and Artanáro / Rodnor)

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DISCARDED CHARACTER CONCEPTS

Maidros :: a grandfather of Fëanor (and great-grandfather of Fëanor’s son Maidros) Bruithwir :: the son of Maidros and father of Fëanor; Tolkien also considered making him Fëanor’s brother Daurin Tórin :: a Fëanor-esque figure, sometimes replacing Fëanor and sometimes existing alongside him

Finvain :: a daughter of Finwë and Indis Faniel :: a daughter of Finwë and Indis Finrun :: a son of Finwë; alt. Felageómor

Findobar :: a son of Fingon; alt. Findabar Finbor :: a son of Fingon and brother of Erien Erien :: a daughter of Fingon and sister of Finbor

Meril :: the wife of Finrod (pre-Amárië)

Hallas :: a son of Orodreth Orodlin :: a son of Orodreth and brother of Haldir Haldir :: a son of Orodreth and brother of Orodlin; altered from Halmir; both Haldir and Halmir later became names for Chieftains of the Haladin

ETA: Hallas is NOT actually a son of Orodreth; this is an unsubstantiated claim with no evidence first made on Tolkien Gateway and then spread elsewhere.

Amroth :: Tolkien briefly considered making him the son of Galadriel and Celeborn, but this was later discarded

[aldarquen]

Feanorians, Picrew style. Found another fun picrew to mess around with, so I used it to make everyone's favorite warcriminals: https://picrew.me/image_maker/708151 Fëanáro, Maitimo, Makalaurë, Tyelkormo, Carnistir, Atarinke, Atyarussa

[raointean]

Amrod

Names: Amrod (Lofty), Pityafinwë (Little Finwë), Ambarussa (Copper Topped), U/Ambarto (U=Fated, A=Lofty), Atyarussa (Second Redhead), Amarthan (Sindarin- Fated)

Gender: M

Parents: Fëanor, Nerdanel

Born: 1190-1497 YotT

Died: 538 F.A.

Age: 567-3,508 Solar Years

Siblings: Maedhros, Maglor, Celegorm, Caranthir, Curufin, Amras (twin)

Spouse: Never Married

Children: None

Eyes: Unknown

Hair: Red

Deeds: Followed his father into exile at Formenos against his mother’s wishes. Heard the Doom of Mandos. Took the Oath of Fëanor. Did not participate in the Siege of Angband to any great extent. Was killed during the Third Kinslaying at the Havens of Sirion.

[growingingreenwood]

I was wondering if you could explain why Amrod and Amras are also called Ambarussa?

Yes! I absolutely can!! 

High Elves (so the one’s that lived in Valinor before the first age) have more than one given name throughout their lives. 

1) The Father Name: Chosen by father, usually based on some sort of legend or the fathers own name. This name is usually used until an Amilessë is bestowed (or in conjunction with)

2) Amilessë (mother-name): Chosen by the mother, often times based on some sort of phrofic knowledge they have of their children's personalities/looks/life. They usually know it right when the kid is born, but don’t tell anyone until years later. 

3) Epessë (after name): Usually honorific in some manner to represent a deed, act, or position they hold. 

4) Kilmessë (self name): Which is pretty much exactly what it sounds like. 

The twins' mother-name was originally Ambarussa for the both of them, but Feanor insisted that they have separate names. 

So Nerdanel changed one of their names to Umbarto instead, meaning "The Fated" (he would end up being the first son of Feanor to die) but Feanor changed it to Ambarto meaning "Upwards exalted," because the name she gave their son disturbed him. 

Amrod is the Sindarian translation of Ambarto

Amras kept the mother name originally intended for the both if them. 

Amras is the Sindarian translation of Ambarussa 

Before either of them even left Valinor they were given an Epessë (after name) that most people used instead of their mother or father names:

Amras = Minyarussa, which means "First-Russa" 

Amrod = Atyarussa, which means "Second-russs" 

However, the twins always called one another 'Ambarussa' no matter what name either of them was supposed to have, and I believe many of their brothers used it when referring to both if the twins at once.

Does that makes sense?? 

[eleneressea]

well, since y'all insist…

Fëanáro cast his eyes over his sons, silently tallying them. There was Curufinwë holding Tyelperinquar, and Makalaurë, Carnistir and Tyelkormo, and Minyarussa…there was Atyarussa, straggling behind. Where was Maitimo? His eldest was usually the first to dismount a horse or leave a carriage, tallying his brothers by Fëanáro’s side. He looked over the assembled elves, searching for red hair.

There he was, looking pale and drawn. His robes were looser than he usually wore them and he was swaying on his feet. None of the others seemed so affected by the sea.

“You look terrible,” Fëanáro said, the words landing more harshly than he meant them to. He winced and gentled his voice. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing. I’m just tired.”

“Tired,” Fëanáro repeated. He certainly looked tired, but there was no reason he should be so exhausted. Maitimo swayed like a leaf in the wind, eyes closing for a moment.

And then, like a puppet with cut strings, he fell forward into Fëanáro’s arms.

and now I'm thinking about Maitimo getting pregnant just before he and Findekáno separate for a while—maybe it's right before Fëanor's exile, so they're at odds—and so Maitimo is trying to hide a pregnancy while also trying to nurture the child's fëa alone, which is very tiring for elves, and Fëanor, who has trauma about very tiring pregnancies, finds out

[dalliansss]

Hanno Chapter 9

Well, better to stay alone in Finno’s house than be in Ingoldo’s house, Egg thinks spitefully. Things have not been going well between him and his elder brother; the rough patches of adolescence, so to speak – where Egg wanted many things at once but did not quite know how to go for the things he wants – and yet at the same time, going for things he did want put him in constant friction with Ingoldo. Everything of his person is being criticized: from how he uses this box bean hair oil that Atyarussa recommended (“It fucking stinks!” Ingoldo snarls.); how he dresses (“You can NOT combine such bright reds with such bright blues, are you colorblind?! AI!” Ingoldo hisses.); how he goes home near every night piss drunk as if Ingoldo does not do the same (“I will NOT mop up your Eru-forsaken vomit! Clean it yourself!” Ingoldo howls.); and how Ingoldo disapproves of him seeing Manyariel of the Noldor (“Have you seen how shifty her eyes are?! Opportunistic little wench!” Ingoldo cries.)