#Eöl the dark elf

[moredhel]

"There he learned much of metalwork, and came to great skill therein; and he devised a metal as hard as the steel of the Dwarves, but so malleable that he could make it thin and supple; and yet it remained resistant to all blades and darts. He named it galvorn, for it was black and shining like jet, and he was clad in it whenever he went abroad"

[foedhrass]

“But Eöl, though stooped by his smithwork, was no Dwarf, but a tall Elf of a high kin of the Teleri, noble though grim of face; and his eyes could see deep into shadows and dark places.”

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion

[umbrellabird123]

Cryptid Eöl sketch

[nevui-penim-miruvorrr]

Eöl and BabyMaeglin!

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[salomedebeaurepaire]

Eöl the dark elf by Soni Alcorn-Hender, 2016

[laedevolta]

[anghraine]

First of all congrats on nearing the end of your PhD program!!! Woohoo!!!

Second of all, I’m muy late to the party here (been off tumblr for a bit) but WRT these tags ( https://www.tumblr.com/anghraine/749212904253947904/khazzman-tolkien-elendil-was-called-the ) what do you mean the pregnancies were strange lol how strange can they be…?

As for the first point: Thank you! I'm really looking forwards to being done, lol.

As for the second point: anon, I delight in your innocence. In fact, I delight to such an extent that I wrote a long and rambling explanation over on my Dreamwidth account. It's here.

An excerpt:

[pollkien]

Caranthir propaganda:

Hater extraordinaire. Hates the children of Finarfin, hates the Dwarves, hates his own family. Hell yeah. Go king

Has a cute red face! Named after his mother’s cute ruddy complexion

Harshest and quickest to anger. Which can be extremely sexy.

Called Thingol a “Dark Elf in his caves” which I think is so fucking funny and can be a point for him

Was the entire reasom Angrod told Thingol about the kinslaying stuff. His hating was just so powerful

Helped out Haleth when her people were getting besieged. That was a very nice thing he did. Good Caranthir. He became a little less racist that day!

His old name was CRANTHIR or CRANTHOR which is so cute okay.

Got betrayed by Ulfang :(( sorry cranberry

Celegorm propaganda (art by @sad--beep):

The MOST specialest guy. Ever. To me.

Visited Oromë’s house often and was even gifted a dog by him! Needless to say he is (was) also Oromë’s special little guy

Flanked the orcs that one time when they first set foot on Beleriand which I think is so cute of him <3

Probably has very well formed thighs from all that riding. Wink wink

“There the armies of Morgoth that had passed south into the Vale of Sirion and beleaguered Círdan in the Havens of the Falas came up to their aid, and were caught in their ruin. For Celegorm, Fëanor’s son, having news of them, waylaid them with a part of the Elven-host, and coming down upon them out of the hills near Eithel Sirion drove them into the Fen of Serech.” HE LITERALLY SAVED CIRDAN WHY DOES NOBODY EVER TALK ABOUT THIS

Aredhel’s bestie. And we all know Aredhel is sexy as hell

Actually in the early drafts Celegorm was supposed to occupy Finrod’s current role so… Finrod stole HIS sexy snake motif. We should give it back. He’d love snakes. I know it

Speaks the language of the animals <3

The greatest Noldorin hunter! In fact, when Amrod and Amras is described as great hunters, Tolkien Gateway had to specify BUT NOT MORE THAN CELEGORM. Come on. That’s so embarrassing for them. Sorry

Blond! The only blond of the House of Fëanor! And we know he IS blond because Jirt says it MULTIPLE TIMES until HIS STUPID SON TOOK IT OUT

His old english name is Cynegrim Faegerfax/Fagerfeox. FAIR HAIRED. CHRISTOPHER. Anyway he’s blonde and he’s cute.

He has a bow of yew with gold wire bound and a dwarvish dart and cruelly hooked <3

Celegorm’s threat in Nargothrond is actually the first instance of the Oath of Fëanor being properly spoken in the published Silm. The actual Oath of Fëanor on Tolkien Gateway is from Morgoth’s Ring.

Best friends with Angrod and Aegnor. It’s canon to me. Okay.

#3 Eöl hater after Aredhel and Curufin

“and Celegorm and Curufin said nothing, but they smiled and went from the halls.” Listen this is just cute. He is cute.

WASN’T EVIL ORIGINALLY! The phrase “it is Curufin who put evil in Celegorm’s heart” haunts me forever

In the Nauglafring he dies Saint Sebastian style which is SUPREMELY sexy of him. In normal Silm maybe he dies after tearimg Dior’s guts out with his sword. Who knows. He can die in so many hot ways

[elbereth-gilth0niel]

In this season, Elrond evolves and is more complex. The show cares for and elevates the dialogues.

I agree, sometimes the situations we shoot have a bit of theatrical, and thats cool, the challenge is to try to turn that dialogue into something meaningful, into something that shows the tension or passion that lies under the scene.

Elrond is a character that has been alive for hundred of years. Have you been able to create your own private version of Elrond? Did you create for him a backstory that maybe no one else knows?

Yes, although there's already much that already exists. For example, according to Tolkien, we know more or less when he was born but not the details. One of the first things i did was ask wether he was born before or after the War of Wrath, which marked the end of the First Age. If he was old enough, he would have fought in it. However, if he was still too young he would have suffered it differently and that would change his perspective. So we decided to think that he didnt fought. Thus, what we see in the show its Elrond's first contact with war.

Do you add feelings or emotions to your character that you see in yourself or do you see him more like a mythological creature?

Its very important that when you read about the three ages of middle earth, you pay attention to the point of view from which tolkien writes. The First Age is narrated by inmortal beings, while the Third Age is seen from the eyes of mortals beings. Because of that, when hobbits or humans describe an elf, they do it from that perspective, like they are seen as angels an ethereal beings. But if you read elves talking about themselves, you find greed, lust or pain. These feelings exist in their world. If someone told me 'the elves are so pure that they do not feel greed' I would tell them to read about the Fall of Gondolin or about Eöl the dark elf, and let them be surprised by everything thats written in Tolkien's mithology.

The show first filmed in New Zealand and now in London. How has the change been for you?

I think i'm an anomaly. During the first season, there were actors traveling to mountains and amazing landscapes. But i was shooting everything on a set because of the particularities and scales in Khazad-dûm needed green screen. I only did one outdoor scene and it was in a parking lot. So this year i'm very happy cause for the first time they've let me out!

[dreamlandcreations]

Imagine asking Halbrand if he'd make you a sword...

Imagine asking Halbrand if he'd make you a sword after shamelessly admiring him while he worked and being in awe as you inspect the blades he made.

You commented that they almost sing as you wield them, quietly murmuring, wondering, if it would be possible to make a blade that would sing on its own.

He asked what you meant, and you bashfully explained that you were always fascinated by the stories you heard about the blades that the Dark Elf, Eöl, created.

The following teasing banter was nothing out of usual, except you have seen the spark in his eyes that your unsaid challenge started in him. He would do it, you could tell, and it would prove your suspicions about him.

Only, you were not sure you wanted to be right anymore...

[foedhrass]

"But Eöl was (…) a tall Elf of a high kin of the Teleri, noble though grim of face; and his eyes could see deep into shadows and dark places. And it came to pass that he saw Aredhel Ar-Feiniel as she strayed among the tall trees near the borders of Nan Elmoth, a gleam of white in the dim land. Very fair she seemed to him, and he desired her."

J. R. R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion

Aredhel: Noldorheart

Eöl & edit: Foedhrass

Photo: Goldiepond

[ceescedasticity]

Absence of Evidence: Silence

(In which Gondolin never hears about Galvornil Quildallë)

Aredhel had probably been about to tell her brother about Galvornil when Eöl arrived and ruined everything.

Afterwards, Maeglin just… didn't.

He never tried to figure out exactly why.

It might have been: He couldn't bear to speak of Nan Elmoth.

It might have been: Maeglin and Galvornil competed for Aredhel's time and attention, competed for Eöl's time and attention, competed for Eöl's approval. Whenever Galvornil outdid him in anything, Eöl made sure to rub it in. And with Galvornil //absent\\ he could never outdo her. She could never screw up.

It might have been: Everyone in Gondolin was horrified by everything they heard of Eöl's enchantments. There was much talk of the inherent evil of darkness. Galvornil learned Eöl's enchantments, took pride in her skill. Would they see her as another horrible Dark Elf?

He thought about bringing her up, but decided too much time had passed and it would be strange, when:

Idril called him brother. He wanted to say that he knew she was not his sister because he had a sister. Being siblings was rivalry and resentment and occasional sabotage, and it was silent conspiracy to shield their mother or sometimes even each other, and it was leaning on each other when Eöl's thought lay heavy on Nan Elmoth like dark cold water up to the eyebrows. Maeglin's real sister feared Eöl and loved him and hated him and still //treasured\\ earning a name from him. Being siblings was bone-deep understanding. Idril was certainly not his sister.

He wished she had come to Gondolin when:

Idril confused him. He had thought he understood her rejection at first; Galvornil had always said she would sooner die than marry, so it was no surprise another strong and wise woman might feel the same. But then she married the mortal. Maeglin thought Galvornil might have understood. Might have been able to explain it.

(Galvornil would not have understood — but would have confidently explained that it made perfect sense: marrying a mortal was safe because he was so much weaker his will could be easily thrown off.)

Towards the end, he wondered if Galvornil would have seen what he was hiding. If she could have given warning when he was too afraid to speak.

[yilanoff]

Eöl, known as the Dark Elf

[jolidei]

Of Lomión in Gondolín.

“Let the child march with Tyelkormo.”

The lord of Gondolin sighed at the words spoken by his mistress.

Carnistir had entered his chambers almost silently, the only thing that gave him away were his somewhat quickened steps.

“We have already spoken of this, I promised Irissë that I would look after him.”

Then his consort hummed, the Fëanorian walked a little further towards him until he was at his side, by instinct he reached for Carnistir's hand and the latter offered it to him without protest despite his frown.

For a moment the image of her beloved younger sister being attacked by her own husband flooded her thoughts, the look of the cursed Eöl, the pain in Irissë's features and the fear in little Lomion's eyes.

"And yet, husband, you ignore your vassals when they murmur of him, that elf by whom Lady Irissë tragically perished, the son of a morequendi. You have heard how they refer to him, I know you have, but you turn a blind eye to avoid quarrels among your lords."

Carnistir murmured, probably the embroiderer was referring to the argument with Duilin, due to the latter's rejection of his nephew, although it was probably because the lord of the house of the swallow felt love for Irissë and simply did not accept the idea that she was no longer here.

"He is a prince of the Noldor, a vassal of Finwë and a member of the house of Ñolofinwë, but more importantly, he is your nephew, you are all he has, his parents are dead and waiting in the halls across the sea, he knew no home but that dark forest. He is alone in a huge city, and like his Ammë, his curiosity is great. You cannot confine him to a place where he is carelessly talked about, you cannot lean on him to deal with your guilt."

Carnistir expressed, completely serious, too calmly that it surprised him.

Although he did not agree with what the prince at his side had commented regarding the beings Lomistir trusted, after all it had been Carnistir himself who had taken the elfing's education into his hands and the truth was that his Morifinwë made him look so natural, even Glorfindel jokingly commented that Lomistir soon referred to Carnistir as “ammë” for if he was not walking holding his hand, the little prince was carried in his husband's arms.

Carnistir had grown fond of Lomion and vice versa.

“why would I send my nephew to your brother?”

He questioned calmly, wondering what Idril and Lomion were up to, lately they were both sneaking off in search of stargazing.

"Tyelkormo would love Lomion as I love Irissë. You know he would, you know he would give his life for the one who in another life could have been his son. My brother may be many things, even despicable, but I do not doubt for a moment that he would give Lomion the life his mother would want for him, not this attempt to indoctrinate him into the decaying royalty of our thrice-cursed house."

He drew Carnistir into his lap and could not help but sigh. The feeling of guilt, as the contrarian had said, was still strong. It still tormented him that he had failed to protect Irissë, so much so that he clung to what little was left of her without a thought for her welfare.

“Glorfindel and Ecthelion can escort you to the lands of Tyelkormo, I will accompany you personally.”

He sentenced still aware of a weight in his heart, Carnistir squeezed his hand and soon hugged more towards his person, they were silent for a few moments before the Fëanorian brushed tears away from his face.

“It is the right decision my king.”

[eccentricmya]

The idea of Aredhel giving up white after Nan Elmoth.

For the pure colour of Telperion at its brightest did not, could not have anything to do with what she had become. Not after Eöl.

So she takes up wearing shades of brown.

The colour of the loyal steed she had lost in the river, struggling to cross back the raging currents of Celon, unable to escape the trees that spoke not.

The colour of rot that had slowly claimed her beloved bow, lost and forgotten somewhere on that forest floor.

The colour of mud that had splattered her hem when she had first met that Dark Elf, a herald of things to come.

The colour of blood that had stained the sheets after their first night, dried and crusted when she had seen it the next morning.

The colour of their lonely world of two, then three, deep into the woods, away from light that touched not the ground.

The colour of her son's eyes, the loveliest shade of chestnut, so reminiscent of her mother's hair under Laurelin's light.

The colour of the mountains that hid her brother's city, her path to freedom, her return to the world of white.

But alas, it was also the colour of the javelin that she darted in front of, the colour of her bane, her sacrifice.

For the White Lady of the Noldor, brown was the colour of love. However twisted it might have been.