#Feanor creating chaos

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[hubristicassholefight]

Hubristic Asshole Fight: Round 1 Part 1b

Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars) vs Feanor (The Silmarillion)

Propaganda below cut

Anakin

Decided that he would become stronger than death to stop those he cares about from dying after failing to accept his mother's death. When he begins getting visions/nightmares like he had before losing his mother of his wife dying in childbirth, he decides to team up with an evil sorcerer and mastermind to learn the secret to stopping death. The price he willingly paid was leading the slaughter of the community of peacekeeping monks who had raised him from nine years old, feeling guilt about his heinous betrayal even as he unflichingly continued the massacre (sunk cost fallacy to a very extreme degree). The unintended price he paid was the loss of his limbs and independence after his injuries during a fight with his mentor and brother figure, his wife dying on childbirth due to the great stress of his heinous actions, and being separated from his children until they were adults firmly opposed to the imperial regime he became the attack dog for (only knowing of their survival until after he had personally attacked them both); He literally did not have to do any of that. his wife Padmè very very very very much did not want him to do any of that. He was completely absorbed in his own inability to deal with loss that he deadlock refused to consider losing family again and then he went and killed what amounted to his extended family, his wife and the man who raised and guided him from age 9. And his own kids unknowingly. In terms of accomplishing your goals there really really wasn't much more he could have fucked up. And when it comes down to key moments, all he had to do was not cut off mentor and co-worker Mace Windu's hand with a laser sword and everything would have been fine. He's a nominee for Fail King of All Time to me

He thinks he's hot shit which, he is, but like cool it dude you don't have to mass murder maim mutilate your way through life to prove you're the extra most specialest bestest psychic space wizard;

Hubrised so hard he 1) lost his limbs and his skin 2) became what he hated 3) caused the very death he sought to prevent, betraying and destroying himself for nothing; So soaking wet and self aware that he cried committing atrocities. If he knew what hubris was, he'd agree he has a lot of it

Feanor

The definition of hubris. Created the silmarils who were so perfect even the gods praised them. Got them stolen by the gods evil brother (so essentially fantasy satan). Then decided to go fight the evil god to get the silmarils back and swore an oath binding him and his sons to get them back no matter who would stand in their way. This drastically backfired when some other elves stood in his way so he murdered them. Got cursed by the gods for this (together with his entire family and everyone who followed them). Told the gods that they were of the same kind as fantasy satan and that they would end up following him

Morgoth (a god) shows up at his house and Feanor (professional hater of gods) tells him to get fucked* and slams the door in his face. *”Get thee gone from my gate thou jail-crow of Mandos!”; He has never spent anything wrong ever aside from all the war crimes.

The Valar (gods) asked Feanor for help in saving the world from being in total darkness and he said “no, figure it out yourselves”. Repeatedly and intentionally goes against their orders leading to war and chaos; I know it’s left open ended to what really happened to him after he died, but I hope he never repents. I hope he stays an antagonistic and egotistical bastard after being reimbodied (brought back to life) and continues to make it everyone else’s problem. I love him.

I’m gonna have to try to do this without a sing Tolkien scholarship words so bear with me. Basically my dude is one of the smartest and most talented elves in the world. Unfortunately he has a lot of daddy issues AND mommy issues largely due to the fact that his mom died when he was a kid and decided not to come back (as elves can do). No one else has this problem. He invented a ton of important stuff and had seven sons. His most prized creation was three gems called the Silmarils, which contained the light of the Two Trees, which gave light to the world before they were destroyed. When the Valar (the gods of Tolkien’s world) asked if they could use the Silmarils to potentially create another light source, he emphatically refused and in fact became so jealous of them that he and his sons swore an oath that anyone who so much as touched them would die by their swords. Sauron’s boss steals the gems and Feanor decides that he will lead his people on a crusade to retrieve and avenge them. This results in the death of him, most of his people, and almost his entire family minus one of his sons, Galadriel, and Elrond; He once yelled at the devil to get off his lawn

went to war with morgoth (satan basically) against the will of the gods and made a whole speech to said gods about how they were gonna feel really silly when he killed morgoth and saved the whole world. he never actually did battle with morgoth because he died on like day 1 of getting to middle earth (he left like 2/3 of his forces behind because he didn’t trust them) and spontaneously combusted upon his death; he’s a huge asshole and a mad scientist and linguist and prince with daddy issues and also mommy issues

Dude thought he could win a fight with the devil, tried to just walk into Angband (Mordor before Mordor actually existed), made an oath to kill everyone that tries to take his creations even the Valar (angelic like beings) and ends up causing his death, his sons deaths and a bunch of other deaths; His name is quite literally spirit of fire Is basically regarded as THE greastest elf Is in fact THE best smith of the elves and crafts their most precious jewels (that end up causing so much death) Is THE linguist to the point of creating the alfabet every one uses even after The Crimes, creates a bunch of things that are used even after The Crimes actually Loves his dad more than the things he made Is the only recorded elf with seven kids Is married to a sculpter that is so good that people confuse her statues as actual people (a propaganda because he had to be good to actually bag her you know) Manages to create jewelry so good even the the angelics beings sent by god are surprised he managed to do it So good at making speeches that it leads to a rebellion against said angelic beings and a lot of people to leave paradise with him His mother died because his spirit was too powerful Invented kinslaying after trying to steal some boats for said rebellion Swears an oath that destroys his whole family (but adds a great flavour to the rest of the story) Tells the devil to fuck off and slams his house door on said devils face Dies via auto combustion because his spirit was just too powerful for a normal death Gets stuck in the afterlife (that elves can usually just return from) for spiting the Valar Is said he will have an important role in Tolkien’s version of Ragnarok by letting the jewels he previously promised to kill for be destroyed to defeat the devil

Because of his pride, he went against the gods because the evil god Morgoth stole his life's work (the Silmarils, 3 shiny gems that radiated the light of the two trees that a huge evil spider had sapped dry). Swore (with his 7 sons) an oath to hunt Morgoth and retrieve his shiny gems. Commited kinslaying, burned some boats, combusted to ashes after suffering mortal wounds at the hands of corrupted demi-gods. Consequences of his actions could be seen long long after his death: the oath was passed on to his sons to hopelessly fulfill (failure after failure, including two more kinslayings, one of them casting himself into a fiery volcano, another wandering the shores for eternity);

[doodle-pops]

Better Than The Stars

Caranthir x reader

Request: Hi Mina! Can I request a one shot where Maedhros or Caranthir are married after being reincarnated and they're struggling with people opinions about their children (hair color, their patrents past, Fëanor...) meanwhile their wives don't care even more because they're noble and know about their society (plus Nerdandel Is supporting). However lots of fluff and family actitude 🩷 thank you!!!! - @foreverandadaydarling

A/N: A pleasure to create this piece on your behalf dear. Enjoy!

Warnings: female reader, angst, comfort/happiness, reborn!Caranthir, arguments, Caranthir wanting to separate

Words: 2k

Synopsis: There were days when even the great son of Feanor required reassurance that your choice to be a family was genuine and not out of guilt.

Pulling the blanket over your shoulders, you stood in the doorway, watching your husband tediously slave away, attempting to garden. A chore that once came easily during his youthful and glorious years of peace was now foreign and laborious. You would have been fine with assisting him, but quick he was to assure you that you shouldn’t be the only one labouring around the household. Your response? A simple smile and a pat on his shoulders before leaving him to his own devices.

It was now spring, and Arien’s rays were barely peeking through the clouds to relieve the winter coldness. What little crop you two managed to save during the previous seasons was now getting the opportunity to grow. Winter was harsh for you two since you no longer lived in the comfort of your parent’s homes or the lavish life you once did in Thargelion. Returning to Valinor, branded as outcasts or the darkened ones, most of your family turned blind eyes to many of the returned—as did the former servants of his house. Most were quick to beg for forgiveness and repent their rebellion towards the Valar and were easily forgiven; however, their compromise was to never serve under their house again.

You, along with a few of their spouses, openly chose to remain at their sides after their rebirth, believing that if they were given a second chance at life, then there was still good left in them. Unfortunately, your choice of dwelling with him left a stain on his heart when he realised the life you would have to live with him—giving up the lavish treatment you once had.

“Ease up on the hoe—the handle already has a crack, arimelda.” Halting his swing mid-air, he turned to gaze at you with soft eyes, but behind them, you saw the distant look of regret.

Yes, he regretted you being dragged along with him in a swirl of chaos and destruction. He promised you the world when you both wedded and instead, he brought death, pain, and heartbreak. Though you knew the true reason behind his actions, hence the force being placed on the handle with each swing the tool made with the earth.

His children.

Your two daughters became the newest victims of the backlash the House of Feanor faced. A brief excursion into Tirion’s market yesterday left them scurrying back home with tears streaming down their ruddy cheeks, a precious trademark that made them all the more magnificent in their father’s eyes. Keeping the incident a secret from him all day yesterday to maintain peace was broken this morning upon mindless eavesdropping as his girls hush-hushed the harsh words. His first instinct was to fly into Tirion and have his daughters pinpoint the individuals before giving them a good old-fashioned taste of his mind, the classic Moryo style.

Had it not been for his daughters' pleas alongside yours, the House of Feanor would have left another mark on their reputation.

Sharply exhaling and relaxing the flare of his nostrils, he gave a pained smile. “Ah, sorry, I didn’t notice. I’ll fix it when I’m finished.” And yet, his smile didn’t reach his eyes as it once did.

“No need, just go easy on it.”

Offering him a genuine smile, one that reached your eyes, he dropped the hoe.

He still couldn’t understand, to this day, how you could be happy amidst the life he had you living. You deserved the riches he bestowed upon you in Thargelion. Whatever you wished for, he would have been able to grant—be it the largest diamond, a platter of fruits, or the finest material for your clothes. Not this broken life of struggling to bring in a good harvest or being cursed at when you went into town for produce and meat. Even the relationships with a few of his brothers felt strained, the harsh, cold, blank stares you would give them whenever they visited.

You still hated them for persuading him to retrieve the Silmaril, even though you knew he had no choice. You just wished it had come at a later date so more time could have been spent. At least his mother did her best to reach out and act as a guidance counsellor when she could. Her words were harsh at times, despite the honesty behind them and bias towards her sons, giving recognition to her wisdom. But not once had she persuaded any of her daughters-in-law to leave her sons. That was the sole decision she left you ladies to make; your choices were your consequences.

Frowning, deep in thought, he parted his lips to argue. “Why—”

“Don’t, because I will give you the same answer as I always do. I just want to be with you. I’m happy with you,” you reminded with a single huff.

Returning a breathy laughter, wanting nothing more than to scream and yell at the now nonchalant and lackadaisical you were treating the crisis, he curled his fists into his trousers. “Really? Is that the life you genuinely want with me when we have children? If it were you and I, then I would be less inclined to leave, but we have a family who have now become victims! And for what?! Looking like me and coming from this accursed family! This is not the life I want for them and you!”

“Then you would prefer us packing up and departing after expressing your gratefulness upon your rebirth that we stayed?!” you snapped, lowering your tone to prevent your girls from picking up that their parents were arguing.

“Yes! Yes, I would have preferred that instead of having to listen to the vile comments targeted at my children and you!” He shook his head and turned to gaze at the dirt ground. Standing in the troughs he had dug, he felt insignificant for the first time in his life. He felt lost as if his purpose had been stolen from him.

Maybe if I covered myself with dirt and grew, I might be able to start over again? I’d be able to regain a purpose in life.

“Do you genuinely believe I would leave you so easily? Have I not walked through fire and gotten burned to prove my loyalty? Is that not what this family is all about? Do you honestly want to chase us away because of naysayers? I’ve said it time and time again, I don’t care about other’s opinions of us. What happened to the Morifinwë who didn’t care about other’s opinions?”

“He died long ago and has no intentions of returning now that he has children!” He allowed himself to stand there in the dirt and lifted his head to gaze at the overcast above. “You could return to your family, taking our daughters with you, and atone for your actions. You all would not have to struggle or be hated—everyone would adore you all, a life of luxuries and opportunities. You were never hated, always loved, so why do you still stay when the situation shows no sign of bettering?”

If the Arien was out, I’d be able to sprout properly. But even she would not wish to cast her rays upon a person like me—they were too beautiful to be wasted.

Tugging the blanket tighter around your body as a brisk cold wind blew through the garden, you shivered. Listening to the branches quake and shiver from the intensity of the violent wind, you could observe and ponder how long your actions had troubled his mind. He didn’t drop his head from the sky; he kept it facing upwards and left his hands curled into fists at his sides, controlling his temper. Opening his mouth to respond, he quickly snapped it shut, unable to provide an appropriate counter.

It was something he had done less and less since his rebirth. It was the most eerie change in his persona. Gone was the easily angered Caranthir, replaced by a mellowed and soft-spoken person. Still, he’d grind his teeth or grumble under his breath at the hate, but always bit his tongue because he knew it was the truth and there was no point in fighting it. Yet, there was anger behind your decision to remain at his side. You could have left him, never to be heard of again, and lived in a peaceful paradise.

“Because we would not have been at peace if you were not around. To hear our children ask for their father, why wasn’t he coming around or if he didn’t love them anymore are questions I would like to avoid. I want our girls to grow up knowing and seeing you in a different light compared to how others perceive you.” Your voice was soft and considerate, and his tensive posture was relaxed when it reached his ears. “I want them to know that their father was kind and loving, and someone who made an effort.”

Relaxing his fingers from their tight grip, he wiggled them around to alleviate the ache. Lowering his head to your level, he turned to confront you. His forest green eyes pierced into yours, seeking warmth and honesty behind your words. And you allowed him to—there was nothing to conceal. He deserved to witness the truth for himself.

“I want peace and I also want happiness Caranthir. Do you remember our vows, happiness and sows, for better or worse, through the good times and bad? I chose you from the start and I will continue to choose you until the end of time—we will stand with you until the end of time.” Walking out the doorway, you stepped barefoot onto the dirt. Grimacing because of the coldness of the earth seeping through your pores, you continued to walk until you stood before him.

Extending your hand, you tenderly grasped his freckled one and raised it until it met your lips. Returning a smile to him, of which he was unaware, you kissed the back of his hand before reaching your other hand to encircle his waist. Despite the stern and unyielding expression on his face, your actions were the exception that broke the ice, causing him to blush slightly. This was one occasion when he could not deny being captivated by your gesture.

Raising your head to meet his gaze, you captured the longing, desperate reassurance in his stare.

“Sometimes I wonder who is the more stubborn of the two of us.”

“I have never been happier Moryo; you make me the happiest person in the world.” Saying this, you took his hand encased by yours and rubbed it against your cheek before repeating the gesture upon his ruddy cheeks. “Your daughters love and want you in their lives; don’t push us away.”

“Even in this state of living when I can no longer provide the best?”

“You always give us your best.” At the whisper of your words, a warm wind blew through the gardens and wrapped its cool arms around you both, pushing you into one another. Within that moment, two extra pairs of footsteps were heard rushing out the backdoor. Lo and behold, the sight of two miniature versions of both of you came scampering out of the house to rush for a group hug. Never one for missing out on family hugs whenever they saw you both embracing.

The moment they ran out of the house giggling was the moment a flutter of warmth flowed into his heart as he gazed at his two loving children clinging to you both. Their short arms struggling to encircle your bodies as they squeezed your waists tightly added appreciation to the warmth. Arien’s rays took the most opportune moment to shine her light upon you both, encasing you in a swirl of golden light. A light finally shone upon you both, maybe a sign of acceptance or prosperity, or both.

Laughing at the action, Caranthir could not help but gaze lovingly at them, giving their heads small pats and then at you—finally, he was seeing the honesty and beauty behind your words in your eyes. Choosing him wasn’t out of sympathy or shame, it was all love and contentment.

“Then I will continue to give you all my best meldanya…for staying at my side.”

“You are all that I need.” Pulling him closer, you rubbed his nose against yours and gently pecked his lips before grinning at his blushing face.

“Can I have a kiss too atya?”

“Me too, I want a kiss please!”

With a smile emanating from the depths of his heart, Caranthir gazed at his girls tip-toeing with their lips puckered for their kisses and chuckled. Some things truly never change.

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“Alright, line up for your kisses!”

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I desperately would love love LOVE to introduce Feanorians to a Quenyan version of Scrabble and watch them explode

I imagine that they'd make a bigger board to be able to fit 10-12 players and it would go on for days. With bickerings on the validity of words and with Moryo as the score keeper who can't quite keep his mouth shut and joins in on the bickering on wheter the word choice is "so fucking stupid, Tyelko. It should be banned on principle. What the fuck-". Each of the Feanorion just keeps on making up new rules especially after the Ambarussa makes up new words and argues for a whole hour and a half that it "totally counts as a word. Trust us, Nelyo-", that time Meadhros tried to pass a whole ass sentence as a "word", when Feanor took almost 12+ hours to think up an appropriate word to put down and etc.

Because come on guys. Ñoldor? "Those with great knowledge"? Feanor? The guy who created a whole ass writing system (the Tengwar)? His family? Who is just as intense and competitive as him? His step-siblings who would no doubt love an excuse to throw down without getting into trouble with the Valar or Finwë? Scrabble is THE BEST for Ñoldor Family Game Night(s).

I can just imagine Feanor playing scrabble with Finwë, Indis, Nolofinwë, Arafinwë, Írimë and Findis. Oh boyy. Findis is keeping score but everyone keeps trying to justify how they should have a higher score that word. Nolo and Feanor are shouting. Accusing each other for cheating. Ara made a throwaway joke once and suddenly BOTH his brothers are shouting at him. Indis saw the chaos and wanted to put away the game but was immediately stopped. Finwë is just happy to spend time with his family. Írimë is, in fact, the one who is cheating

Edit: More Feanorion shenanigans here! For part 2

Edit: And another! For part 3

Edit: Part 4!

[Edited to keep it to one post. Was too excited to post]

[imakemywings]

A lot of femslash fics are bite-sized. And those are fun! But sometimes you want a fic to really sink your teeth into. So here are a handful of Tolkien femslash fics that are at least 4k words in length.

Come Home to Chaos (Get a Crush On a Queen) by ncfan - 8.5k - Arwen/Firiel of Gondor - Arwen came home to Imladris at the end of winter, and found her home in chaos. 

Do I Hurt To Hold? by Anonymous - 5.2k - Galadriel/Melian - Melian makes her a promise: “I will train you. For one year, you will be mine. Your power—your body, mind, and spirit—will be mine. And by the end of that year, you will be stronger than you could possibly imagine.”

It's the Secret That We Keep by Loriand_Lost - 17.7k - Galadriel/Luthien - In Doriath, Galadriel meets the love of her life.  She also meets another of her great loves - the Princess Luthien, daughter of Melian the enchantress and skilled in her own right.

Little Tenderness by batshape - 4.1k - f!Feanor/Nerdanel - Istarnië, she had said, and again and again. Istarnië, Istarnië. I can beg.

The Nameless Black of a Name by Ias - 8.1k - Finduilas/Nienor - The body which lies beneath the Haudh-en-Elleth does not have a name. Finduilas wanders the wilderness in its stead, and there meets someone as lost as she is. 

need a bad girl ('cause the bad boys just don't cut it) (series) by @swanmaids​  - 5k - Curufin’s wife/Luthien - a prisoner, her jailer, and a knife.

of all the stars, the fairest by whatiwouldnotgive - 7.2k - Arwen/Eowyn - And with that, the pieces of this fanciful puzzle they’ve been creating fall into place.  It’s the turning of a page, the changing of a season. Eowyn could laugh, giddily, at how foolish they’ve both been.  

Quicksilver by clothono - 26.4k - Indis/Miriel - "Míriel has recovered herself," Indis said. "She has rested long and well in the Halls of Mandos, and misses now the craft of her hands, the light of the Trees—have I guessed right?"

Scraps of dark in a starstrewn night by Solanaceae - 5.2k - Luthien/Thuringwethil -    Thuringwethil sees the outline of the hook and rises still to the bait, unable to resist the provocation. “Prove yourself worthy of my help." // Luthien tells a story to earn Thuringwethil's aid. 

What the Waver Gave Me by me! - 27k - Finduilas/Nienor - Finduilas had never thought she had been saved for a reason, until she found the woman in the river.

Happy reading! ♪(´▽｀)

[gardensofthemoon]

End of the year fic recs

Thank you so much for tagging me, @curufiin! I am veeery new to fandom and fan spaces, and I started reading silm fic in August, but I have already devoured lots of great stories and I’m eager to share some of my favourites. I read mostly ship fics, so that will reflect on my recs.

Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023).

Recommend up to 5 single chapter fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies).

Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Multi chapter fics:

The Long Road by whyyesindeed, WIP, Mature, Fingon/Maedhros, 26k. I adore the author's previous works, and this one is a chaptered story in progress, an AU where Fingon and Maedhros go to Beleriand 48 years before Finwë’s death. The prose is impeccable.

Half-brother in blood, full lover in heart by @ettelene, WIP, Mature, Fëanor/Fingolfin, almost 200k. This is my favourite Feanolo, with lovely writing and compelling plot. The chemistry between the leads is sizzling and I hope that in this AU there will be a happy(/ier) ending.

Moonlight In His Cave by @cuarthol, WIP, Mature, Curufin/Finrod, 15k. Canon compliant Curufinrod, I don't need to say anything more. I cannot wait to read more; the prose is absolutely gorgeous and I LOVE how the familial relationships are portrayed so far.

Curufinwë Atarinkë’s Journal by @curufiin, WIP, Teen and Up, minor Curufin/Finrod, 9k. This one made me love Curufin so much and understand more of his mind, it's crack treated seriously and it goes from baby Curufin scribbling in his journal, to adult kinslayer bearing a horrible burden. I read this three times and each time, I love it more.

Know Thyself by LiveOakWithMoss, completed, Teen and Up, multiple relationships, 9k. Absolutely hilarious, couldn't stop grinning: First Age Feanorians are magically transported into the modern world and meet their human counterparts. Chaos ensues (Maglor duet contest, selfcest, Maedhros is elected Assistant Manager in a mall shop, some interdimensional threesomes). I adore every word.

One shots:

Mirror Image by @swanhild, Gen, various familial relationships, 4,5k. A few fluffy moments between the Feanorians and the Arafinweans, with Feanor and Arafinwe watching. It's endearing and heartwarming with some ominous foreshadowing. It made me cry.

Mapmaking by am_fae, Explicit, Maedhros/Maglor, 3k. Super funny and clever with lots of puns, and a steamy sex scene. Lots of sexy geography talk.

The dining room by @ettelene, Teen and Up, various familial relationships, 9k. A peek into the cooking preparations and subsequent dinner at the Feanorians' house. With a larger cast, lots of witty dialogue, a Huan cameo and underlying tension, this is a splendid read with great characterisation.

Of doves, letters and darker things by @elevenelvenswords, Explicit, Curufin/Finrod, 3,5k. Super atmospheric, a glimpse into the complex power games between the cousins that ends up in hot throne sex.

Oldies:

Outlast the Forests by daphnerunning, 2021, completed, Explicit, Beleg/Turin, 68k. If I could convince any silm fan to read a fic, THIS WOULD BE IT. It's my TOP favourite longfic, canon compliant, slow burn, mortal/immortal. It's based off of Children of Hurin, rife with tragedy, heartwrenching, incredibly loving and ladden with longing. I read it four times and I still think about it on a weekly basis. This is canon to me, it gives alllll the doomed feelings. I don't even need to read other Turleg fics, this is perfection.

And All Our Wounds Forgiven by Marchwriter, 2012, completed, Mature, Curufin/Finrod, 9k. The writing style is fantastic, tolkienesque, the atmosphere the writer has created is unparalelled, like a fairytale, but infused with tension. One of the first Curufinrod pieces on ao3 and a MUST READ for fans of this pairing. I cannot stress enough how beautiful the prose is.

Those Who Favor Fire by @clothonono, 2022, completed, Mature, Fingon/Maedhros, 41k. The author is already one of my favourites on Russingon, but I love this fic in particular because of Maedhros' portrayal post-Thangorodrim, as it fits in line with my headcanons. It also explores the morality of the first kinslaying and Fingon's attempt at justifying himself. It ends with a gut-punching line.

your shadow at morning, rising to meet you by crownlessliestheking, 2021, completed, Explicit, Feanor/Fingolfin, 5k. Fingolfin goes to Formenos to talk sense into his brother. Excellent characterisation and I specifically liked the dialogue.

Correspondingly so by LiveOakWithMoss, 2016, completed, Teen and Up, Curufin/Finrod, 2k. Notes and letters that are funny and witty as hell and full of subtext. I love ALL of LiveOak's Curufinrod pieces, but this was one of the first ones that I read and I remember snickering so much. Another one I reread multiple times and it has in fact inspired one of my fics too.

Mine:

Fëanor posts on r/amitheasshole, Teen and Up, various relationships, 4k. Pure crack. I laugh every time I reread this and I had a ton of fun writing it, I recommend it for when you want some shits and giggles.

Immortal Longings, Mature, Curufin/Finrod, 5k. Epistolary and humorous, written for a 'sexy letters' prompt. Falcon shenanigans, banter, mentions of steamy scenes and golden lingerie that ends up being treated by historians as valuable artefacts from an ancient age. It ends up in tragedy but I am very proud of this one.

Give me shelter, the night is dark, Mature, Curufin/Finrod, 5k. I consider this my best written fic, prose-wise, and I am very pleased with the dialogue (I adore writing Curufinrod dialogue). The premise of it is basically 'Curufin does drugs and Finrod does Curufin.'

This took way longer than expected! I truly believe I have not read ONE badly-written silm fic, and it was quite difficult to choose from many well-loved works. Tagging all authors mentioned here, if you'd like to join.

[batsyforyou]

How I Think the Valar/Maia Will React to a P90

If unimpressed wasn’t already a common theme before it is now. 

Namo 

Him being a know it all has him unfazed by your interior existence. He merely raised a brow before continuing with his day. I mean it's not everyday one gets to meet the physical embodiment of elven death. So, maybe just be glad he was uninterested. 

Irmo 

Was more concerned about your ears and overall health than anything else. Especially after watching the guns recoil he quickly comes to the conclusion that this has and will screw with your sleep cycle and dreams. Recommends you stop using the gun and offers to help fix your sleep pattern. 

Manwe 

Just don’t use it for anything other than demonstration purposes. Firm and strict about you using the weapon at all. Either way he doesn’t like it very much similarly to Namo he simply raises one measly brow and continues with his day. 

Eonwe

Was interested in the weapon and shocked by the amount of noise it made but is more interested in your ability to fight with a staff or sword. When told about jaffa staff weapons he became particularly more interested in that. Saying something about Mairon/Sauron liking the weapon if he was there. He does some research in finding ways of defending from such weapons just in case Sauron did get wind of the idea. 

Mairon/Sauron

As Eonwe predicted, if and when Sauron gets wind of the idea of both P90s and staff weapons or zats. He is insanely curious and believes that he can replicate it and hopes to implement it against the elves. He does draw inspiration from the original design (if he can get his hands on it) but mostly wings it and uses the idea of the Two Trees generating light to help guide him in creating energy fueled weapons. Though since goblins tend to make the most destructive and cruel devices I think if given enough time, Sauron can totally figure out how to make his own version of these weapons. If Feanor can make three glowing sunlight gems then Sauron can create energy fueled weapons of mass destruction. Thankfully for the scenario and headcanons he doesn’t get to figure out and is defeated by the loss of the One Ring. 

Melkor

He loves the idea. Mass destruction and chaos paired with fire is his entire aesthetic. He did create fire breathing dragons for a reason you know. So he loves it. He just has to figure out how to make it though that's what he has Mairon for. 

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[first-son-of-finwe]

“Do you know how it feels to be a monster? To be afraid of who you are?“ // (perhaps melko has finally enlisted the help of therapist feanor LOL) from voidtamer

"I know something of the sort, yes."

Fëanor wrote something down in his notebook, which he had been provided with. He still thought this idea was completely preposterous, but Namo had insisted that 'communication' with a greatest foe was part of the pathway to healing. Somehow, he doubted it would turn out that way.

"I know how it feels to strive towards the beautiful, and create only chaos. I was told I have you to thank for that."

@voidtamer

[yavieriel]

Maglor: Would accidentally end up the center of a cult during his Beach Cryptid era. He would have no idea the cult exists nor would he have any interaction with them beyond maybe finding random offerings of food/harp strings/etc.

Finrod: Has already demonstrated that he has strong feelings about people NOT starting cults about him. He can and will shut that shit down. He also would not himself be amenable to joining a cult - despite many fanon interpretations, he's clearly a strong-willled leader.

Turin: Kind of does start a cult with the outlaws. That's on purpose though. Not an accident. If he accidentally encountered a cult, I would expect the cult to explosively self-destruct from the consequences of proximity to Turin.

Aredhel: Might be amenable to joining a cult, if played right. Marrying Eol isn't a cult thing though, that's the classic "manipulative abusive guy love bombs woman until he has her locked down by marriage, then shows his true colors."

Celebrimbor: Absolutely not and I have no idea why people are voting for him. Would absent-mindedly dissect a cult by accident because he has a few "philosophical discussions" with the leader that thoroughly dissect and skewer whatever the cult's claimed beliefs are.

Feanor: Would start a cult on purpose. Kind of had one, although it was mostly political in nature. Absolutely would not be anyone else's cultist.

Maedhros: Like all of his brothers except the Ambarussa, arguably a member of his father's cult, but in his case only because of familial ties. Would not accidentally join a cult, had to be coerced into it by the Oath. If the cult leader in question weren't his father he never would have gotten involved.

Galadriel: Would not be impressed, if she encountered a cult the results would be similar to Celebrimbor above. Finds cultists boring and annoying.

Fingon: Lol. Lmao, even. Any encounter with a cult would be Fingon obliviously plowing straight through in pursuit of something unrelated, leaving chaos in his wake.

Thingol: Only if it's his wife's cult.

Fingolfin: Sets up the scenario for Fingon to encounter the cult and create chaos, with deliberate political intent, and careful cleanup of whatever is left of the cult after.

Maeglin: Yes. Absolutely. Desperately wants to join a cult. Has exactly the kind of psychological vulnerability that an effective cult preys on.

Please put your reasoning in the tags! This is not particularly deep and the options are somewhat random, but i'm curious 👀

Also be nice, this is for fun not high school debating club!

Edit: I forgot an "other" option sorry. Once again, the tags are your friends and all that <3

[doodle-pops]

Awkward Formalities

CEO!Maedhros x reader

Request: God morning Mina:) hope you’re doing well! Can I send you a request for a fluffy, family-bonding fic of CEO! Maedhros x reader, where they are invited by Feanor to meet the family after he heard about their… trysts over the phone from your headcanons? Thank you! - anon

A/N: This was more crack and humoured than I intended.

Warnings: humour/crack, CEO! Maedhros, female reader, talks about having children, fluff

Words: 2k

Synopsis: The time has finally come to meet the family…in the most awkward manner.

“Well…congratulations on performing your duties, son. I hope to meet my grandchildren very soon…and your companion.”

If Maedhros possessed the ability to travel through time, he would undoubtedly utilise it to spare both himself and you from the excruciating embarrassment that had unfolded. The prospect of avoiding an uncomfortable situation haunted him, particularly one that involved a lavish dinner table, overloaded with judgmental gazes and sly smirks.

The source of these disapproving looks was an unfortunate mix of his nosy siblings, who had received unwarranted invitations, and his parents, engaged in a constant exchange of glances whenever he extended a courtesy to you. Maedhros found himself torn between wanting to disappear into the comforting embrace of his favourite chair or fleeing for the hills, carrying you over his shoulder like a caveman to escape the awkwardness.

“Is it true that dad overheard you on the call?" snickered Tyelko with nothing but the intent of creating chaos.

Huffing and shooting a stern glare to silence the silver-haired male, Nerdanel apologetically smiled at you for any discomfort her boys were causing. However, Celegorm’s question was the catalyst necessary for the rest to follow.

“Sooo Y/N...” Tyelko smirked as he revamped his antics, leaving no space for his parents to ask the same questions in a boring manner. “I hear that you’re my brother’s accountant?”

Darting anxiously at Mae, you placed your glass down and turned to face the smug-faced brother. With an exhale, you ground your teeth and muttered, “Yeah, I am. Just one of his many accountants.”

The table went silent save for Feanor and Nerdanel’s cutlery knocking against their plates. Most of them knew who you were and your position, having walked in on you and their brother before, furthermore, you were Caranthir’s past employee. It was he who recommended Maedhros to accept you when your background was being checked.

“You’re also his favourite, but how does that work then? Do you visit Mae’s office, or does he visit yours to uh...check the stocks?” he choked out before shooting a wink at his eldest brother who was turning tomato in his seat at all the sexual innuendos. His younger brothers erupted into laughter, small snickers here and there, even Maglor couldn’t resist laughing.

Maedhros’s focus was averted to now glaring at Celegorm who appeared nonchalant to the burning glares he was receiving. He was too busy bumping elbows with Curufin and sharing a joke in hush-hush tones, eliciting snickers.

“Tyelko,” warned Nerdanel who was desperately shooting blank stares at her husband at the opposite end of the table to dissolve the mess. Unfortunately, Feanor was clueless to the weight of the mockery at the table, finding no harm in the conversation.

With his palms raised to mimic surrendering, Celegorm cried out with a wicked grin gracing his features. “What did say, mom?! All I stated what I hope my brother and Y/N was bringing in enough stocks in the family. Dad always tells us that we should start bringing in lots of stocks into the family so long as we’re…um, getting assistance. Isn’t that right dad?”

“Indeed I do, it’s about time,” Feanor muttered, and before he could continue, his wife furrowed her brows at him in dissatisfaction prompting him to end his say.

Growing more confused by the family’s lingo, you turned to Maglor, who sat to your right and questioned. “Stocks?”

“Children.” His response elicited a silent awestruck expression from you. “He’s behind all of us to start giving him grandkids, and it seems that you and Mae are the new targets. Last time it was Moryo.”

As the dinner progressed, the scrutiny intensified. His younger brothers, with their merciless mockery of his painful stiff–man appearance and one–worded answers, became an added torment. Maedhros teetered on the brink of launching his favourite chair at them, but the crisis was averted, largely thanks to the reassuring squeeze of your hand on his thigh. That concrete anchor prevented him from transforming his preferred seating into a weapon.

Now, with you positioned beside him but noticeably closer to his father, a new wave of discomfort washed over him. Cold sweat broke out, and an unsettling sensation crept beneath his clothes, as he contemplated the impending private confrontation with his father in the luxurious confines of his office. In that moment, a part of him yearned for the simpler chaos of a childish brawl with his siblings, a distraction from the weighty scrutiny and unspoken expectations awaiting him in his father’s domain.

“You were quite vocal, I must say—”

“Father!” scolded Maedhros, cutting Feanor off and making the older man frown as though he had said something offensive. “You can’t say things like that!”

Feanor shook his head in bewilderment, his palms upturned, and a pout forming on his lips. His gaze darted towards you, only to find you stifling laughter and concealing your face with a cascade of hair. “What did I say? I merely commented on your vocal nature, expressing a wish for such boldness during seminars and board meetings in the past. Is that an inappropriate thing to say?”

“Yes it most certainly is!” Maedhros awkwardly reacted with an annoyed expression due to you finding humour amidst the interaction. “You…you cannot make such mindless remarks about intimate acts.”

With a sly, tongue-in-cheek expression, Feanor pursed his lips and cast a sideways glance at you, clearly struggling to regain composure while shooting pointed eyes at his son and engaging in a silent but animated argument. In all honesty, there was nothing to be embarrassed about; rather, it was a moment worthy of celebration. After all, his son had acquired a girlfriend, or perhaps a future wife, and with that, the promise of grandchildren loomed on the horizon. What, then, was disconcerting about extending congratulations on this matter?  

“Well then, shall I congratulate you both on a job well done? Grandchildren in the future…” he beamed, swiftly sitting upright in his cushioned chair to meet your figure and focus the conversation between you both since his son’s desire was to interrupt every attempt at his joy. “Daughter?”

As the words escaped his lips, your eyebrows shot up to your hairline, caught in a moment of confusion. It wasn’t clear what puzzled you more—the unexpected question or the unfamiliar name directed at you. Perplexed, you found yourself sinking into the rich memory foam sofa in the residence of your boss’s father.

His intent gaze bore into your features, anticipating a response devoid of his son’s influence. In return, you mustered a blank expression, as if your mind was a sleek surface on which all potential answers slid off effortlessly.

Engaging in a futile attempt to distract yourself, you performed subtle circus tricks with your eyes, exploring the room for anything that might aid your scrambled thoughts. However, a suitable response proved elusive, and you stewed in the silence for what felt like an eternity. In the absence of a miraculous answer bubbling up to the surface, the only option left was to shoot yourself in your foot for the nonsensical words that spilled out in an attempt to satisfy his expectations.

“…Yes, Sir.”

“Father, my dear. Call me father—after all, you and my son will be having children soon, so that would make you his wife and you, my daughter.” He was beaming too much in his seat and radiating enough light to outshine the chandelier. It was enough to blind Maedhros from witnessing the horror occurring before his eyes. All he wished was to be deafened.

“Uh…yes, father.” You awkwardly chuckled and forced a grin while darting your eyes between him and Maedhros who was hanging his head in regret. “But I don’t think I’m well-suited to be your son’s wife. I’m only his accountant.”

Forcing a round of laughter and smiling as honestly as possible, you attempted to keep the atmosphere as awkward as possible with your responses eliciting more cumbersome replies.

“What’s that supposed to mean, my child? My son has been seeing you nonetheless, and behind my back,” he paused to throw a disappointing look at his son, “thank Eru for his slip up, I heard and learned everything necessary. He chose you—since he never selects anyone or tells me anything—regardless of your position. Did he ever tell you about how his mother and I met? She was, well still is, a craftswoman who worked with her father in a small stall between a botanist and café. One day I saw her, messy hair and clay on her face, and knew I had to be with her. I didn’t care about what or who she was, I just knew she was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on, but she was also…frivolous. That’s how Nelyo entered our lives. The same way you two were constantly…”

His words hung in the air with an unspoken humour in his tone followed by the arching of his left brow with a playful, yet memorable smile on his lips.

“Ah…” Awkward. That was the particular word circling both yours and Maedhros’s minds at the moment.

Tranquillity settled over the room oddly as Feanor delved into memories of his youthful years with his wife, leaving you and Maedhros staring at him with bemused expressions tinged with pain. Suddenly, you felt the intensity of Maedhros’s gaze, as if his eyes were burning holes into your skull.

“What the hell was that?” he mouthed, rolling his eyes about the place, displaying a smudge of his attitude.

Shrugging your shoulders in defence, you counteracted. “I’m sorry!”

Sliding across the sofa, as stealthily as he could, to sit closer to you, he grumbled under his breath, “You’re setting me up for trouble. I’m not going to be hearing the end of this anytime soon! Stop encouraging him!”

“So you wanted me to tell him ‘no’ and then receive an earful?! In case you haven’t noticed, your old man is glowing! Do you want to pop his bubble?”

“Yes…no…maybe—just a tiny bit. It’s just…I’m thrilled that he has accepted you, but this is moving all too fast, and you’re siding with him!”

“Well you’re the one who didn’t hit the right button,” you teased and bit into his muscular arm. “So enjoy the moment.”

His mouth swelled up at your comment and his eyes communicated volumes, penetrating yours, unblinking and unmoving. He embodied the over-dramatic persona he vehemently denied, throwing the tantrum of a spoiled child. Expressing his frustration through an audible huff, he dramatically collapsed onto the cloud-like sofa, his lips moving at the speed of light and his cheeks swelling with agitation. It was a side of your boss you had rarely witnessed—a sour-puss emerging when denied his desires.

Locking eyes with yours from under his lashes, he mustered all his authority in that moment, failing, and announced, “I’ll have to fire you for being a distraction.”

“That’s not going to stop you from seeing me,” you mocked.

Fortunately, Maedhros's unspoken plea seemed to have worked, bringing the little family meeting to a swift conclusion. Led out of the office, both you and Maedhros were on your way to reunite with his mother and siblings. His father opted to stay behind, citing the necessity of making preparations for the future—whatever that entailed. Although your lover seemed to grasp the hidden significance, he grumbled discontentedly under his breath as he made his way into the living room, where his mother sat with two of her boys.

Glancing away from Maglor, she beamed at you both. “Ah, I trust that it went well?” There was a teasing tone in her voice which made everyone in the room, minus Maedhros, break into a snort.

“Let’s just say that he’s under false impressions as we speak.”

“Well, that’s between you and your father. Now come join me Y/N, I wish to show you some of Mae’s baby pictures.”

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Mairon headcanon

(General headcanon of Mairon and moments of his life. I tried to make it interesting as possible and somewhat tragic, so hopefully you enjoy,)

Requested by anonymoys

Warnings; Warm, mentions of death, thoughts of suicide and Mairon doing bad stuff. 

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-After the war of wrath, things would have been tough for Mairon.

-He suffered an inner turmoil when every emotion within him mixed into painful chaos.

-Anger, desperation, fear, and sadness.

-It was the first time Mairon couldn't keep himself composed.

-The fear and desperation first struck when the host of valar arrived and decimated his master's armies. He couldn't do anything to prevent it. Even Ancalagon, the greatest of dragons, was struck down.

-He watched his master's demise and saw how they banished him into the void.

-The pain was like someone stuck a knife into his chest and left it there. Mairon almost couldn't comprehend his master was gone.

-Melkor, the one who freed him from the oppression of the valars. The one meant to rule Arda.

-The one who Mairon adored most and selflessly served was gone.

-The pain was too great for Mairon to handle, and his irrational thinking made him go to Eonwe and plead for mercy and redemption.

-He thought it was the only way for him to survive, but when Eonwe mentions his fate and punishment will be decided by the valars. His fear took control once again, and he ran away.

-Mairon went into hiding and never showed himself to the world again.

-Trying to get over his turmoil would have been difficult progress because anger followed after desperation and fear.

-He was constantly angry. He was angry at the valars, the elves, the men. He was angry at the silmarils who caused his master's downfall.

-He was angry at everything.

-His anger would have subsided over time, and then he suffered great sadness.

-Angband, Melkor, everything he ever worked for was gone. He was all alone.

-At one point, he considered ending it all and possibly joining his master in the void if his spirit would go there after breaking.

-Mairon would have slowly stepped over his turmoil which was difficult, but soon he started thinking.

-He would come to the idea to continue what his master started, taking over middle earth and ruling every creature in it.

-He will do it in Melkor's name.

-Mairon finally stopped hiding and walked into the world, wandering among its people.

-Things had changed, and Beleriand was no more.

-It was a minor setback. Even though; Angband was no more.

-He managed to collect the remaining orcs and built his new home in the soil of Mordor.

-It wasn't like Angband, but It was better than nothing.

-His orc army would grow in secret while he would think of a plan to enslave the elves and the free people.

-He took the form of Annatar and tried to wander among elves to gain their trust.

-It wasn't easy since everywhere he went, he faced mistrust. He finally managed the gain someone's trust, and it was the trust of the last member of the house of Feanor.

-Sweet thoughts of revenge would fill his mind as he took advantage of Celebrimbor's sweet and trusting nature.

-Celebrimbor's kin and grandfather had been nothing but a thorn on his and Melkor's side. His grandfather created the very things that cost the life of his beloved master, so the thought of sniffing out the cursed house for good made Mairon very excited.

-His plan slowly manifested fruition as the rings of power were created.

-Mairon carefully picked the human men to ensnare and allowed the rings to do the rest, turning the so great men into hollow creatures, his Nazguls. One of his most faithful servants.

-The dwarves were trickier since the rings only empowered their greed for riches.

-He then created the final ring, his masterpiece, the one ring to rule them all.

-He bestowed most of his spirit and will into the ring, greatly weakening himself, but it was alright. Everything will be worth it in the end.

-When he finally put on his ring, he felt it. The connection to all lesser rings. The dominion over the bearer's mind. He almost smiled in victory until he sensed three others he had no recollection of ever creating.

-Celebrimbor had created three secret rings for his kin, and Mairon almost screamed in fury because now the elves were aware of his existence and the plan to dominate their minds.

-Mairon had destroyed Eregion and tortured Celebrimbor to locate the three rings he had hidden from Mairon.

-It wasn't successful, and Celebrimbor died during his torture.

-Mairon wasn't fazed by the setback. He let the orcs use Celebrimbor's body as a banner.

-The middle earth was aware of his existence, so he finally declared himself the new dark lord.

-Mairon allowed the Nazguls to handle the people of the west, so he went to the East, corrupting the Easterlings to his side, and took control over the people of Haradrim.

-With the eastern people on his side, Mairon now had a greater army against the people of the west.

-There were those who used to serve Morgoth and survived the war of wrath, but they refused to join him and remained hidden.

-They were cowards, so Mairon had no need for them.

-He had the rule until a certain numenorian king arrived.

-Mairon was frightened when he saw the numenorian army outside the walls. It reminded him about the day when the valars arrived and took everything from him.

-His first thought was to flee, but then he had a better idea which might take time but will benefit him in the future.

-Why not surrender and destroy Numenor from the inside?

-Unlike elves, the human heart is easily corrupted with greed, envy, and lust.

-That knowledge allowed mairon to become from a prisoner to the king's trusted advisor.

-Mairon even convinced them to raise a temple and sacrifice for his master's honor.

-The charade was merely for his amusement because there was no way he could reach Melkor with human sacrifices. Even though; he silently hoped it was possible.

-The human king, Ar-Pharazon, was one greedy man. Easily enthralled by pretty things. And greed for power grew every day, especially his lust for immortality. Mairon almost felt pity for the queen, Tar-Miriel.

-He could have offered her a ring and a chance to be free from the shackles of oppression since he pitied her situation. It was almost the same as his.

-His power grew over Numenor, and the day finally arrived when Ar-Pharazon left for his impossible conquest to invade Valinor. Mairon had won, and he couldn't keep hold of his joy as he laughed in the temple while the island drowned in the sea.

-He did not expect Eru himself to destroy the island, and the feeling of drowning wasn't the best experience. He managed to eject his spirit and return to Mordor to rejoin with his beloved ring.

-His dominion was now bigger than before. It was exhausting work, and he had lost many things from himself, but it was all worth it. It was all in Melkor's name and for him. 

[that-pissed-off-tolkien-blogger]

So I’m working on a fanfic right? (It is never seeing the light of day btw) and because my Tolkien loving self just had to include a Tolkien reference I decided go big or go home I guess. One of the characters now owns not one, not two, not three, but five Wolfdogs all named after Tolkien characters.

Gorthaur - the biggest of the puppers, solid black boyo, mix between a wolf, a German Shepherd, and an Anatolian Shepherd

Orome - next biggest boyo, mix between a wolf, an Irish Wolfhound, a Great Dane, and a Siberian Husky

Celegorm - whoever bred this dog into existence was asking for chaos, mix between a wolf, a Siberian Husky, an Alaskan Malamute, and a Belgian Malinois

Glaurung - an absolute gorgeous pupper, mix between a wolf, an Alaskan Malamute, a Great Pyrenees, and Leonberger (Google this breed I promise you’ll thank me)

Feanor - a not-so-little fuck rat who is definitely a few apples short of a bushel, whoever bred this dog knew exactly what the fuck they were doing and should be yeeted into the sun, smallest of the boyos but he’s still over 100lbs(45kg) of dog, mix between a wolf, an Irish Setter, a Belgian Malinois, a Siberian Husky, and probably cocaine

I may have gone overboard with creating Feanor but would the dog do the name justice if I didn’t? But like now I want to own all of these dogs and I’m slightly terrified of the two with Maligaitor in them…make of all this what you will lol

[legitimatesatanspawn]

Late night nerd time.

The Sun as it is known was created about 600 years before the Second Age, but the earliest known account of Thranduil was during the migration around 1000 years into the Second Age.

For the record, the second and third age lasted about 6600 years total so the sun and moon are 7200 years old. The Fourth Age started sometime after Frodo and Bilbo left to Valinor, which is LotR Heaven-No-Longer-On-Earth.

So while it's unclear how old Thranduil is, he could be older than the sun. Which is a magic tree's fruit while the moon is a flower. These are not fancy descriptions by the way to anyone unfamiliar with the deep lore of LotR.

But considering the Dwarves were straight up made as tiny little rock statues by the god-archangel known as Aule and the knowledge we have of LotR's deepest history comes from Noldorian and Numenorian accounts it is very likely that Gimli has his own reality-shattering questions/statements.

Like the fact that he straight up made a faux-Silmaril with Galadriel's hair because the Silmaris were inspired by the way the Trees' light reflected off her hair and somehow bent into a nigh-unbreakable crystal structure that rewrote the rules of reality upon creation so that their shattering is part of the Doomsday Prophecy. The gem(s) that Gimli planned to make with the three strands of hair probably won't be anywhere near as powerful but it's possible that sympathetic magic will get involved by making something however unknowing in the image of another known thing.

You know. The things that unwittingly caused millennia of warfare and betrayals and chaos.

I can only imagine the internal screaming everyone had when that comparison hit. Like at first they're all snickering at the fact that Galadriel gave Gimli three strands of her hair when she wouldn't let her uncle Feanor have one any of the times he asked but then "I'll set them in crystal to remember you by and it will be a heirloom to my family"...

The most earth and reality shattering question Gimli has ever heard in his entire life

Legolas: Ada, how old were you when the sun was born?

[procrastinationonvacation]

In this Tauriel universe we’ve created, does Feanor just come back to a new daughter?

Because now I’m imagining Feanor coming back, having emotional reunions with the people that are currently home only to hear something crash behind him. After the crash comes a deliriously sleep-deprived and probably injured Tauriel, who just looks at him for a while and then brightly says “Hi Dad” before passing out in his arms.

As anyone else would do in this situation, Feanor adopts her on the spot and then calls for a healer while the rest of the family loses it.

omg yes yes yes!

I mean spontaneous adoption Does run in the family after all (looking at u, Maglor)

Anon, I feel so bad for the grand parents. Like they ALREADY have to deal with Feanor and Nerdanel and now their grand daughter is literally the embodiment of 

I feel like she’s good friends with Irisse. Everyone was probably thinking “oh good irisse will help get Tauriel and the twins under control” but HAHA PSYCH! THEY ARE ALL AGENTS OF CHAOS.

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As much as I love the spontaneous adoption, I think Feanor should be in the general confusion of “wait exactly who and how is this child related to me” for a while. She calls him dad and he’s immediately “A-parent-ly I’m her father,” but Nerdanel is trying to tell him she was a statue(?) at the same time Amras is yelling about Amrod coming back to life(??) while Maglor is explaining that he and Thranduil were in love(???) and it takes a full month before Feanor can get someone to tell him whats going on. 

[aregebidan]

The more I think about it, the more that Melkor creating beings like Glaurung, Ancalagon, the fire-drakes, etc. etc. seems less like a strategic choice and more like an escape for him

Because honestly- he doesn’t need the dragons and other creatures to cause destruction, he already has his orcs and Balrogs and I’m sure he and Mairon could have figured out some new technology together if they needed anything more powerful than that. Not to mention that he could always manipulate the elves into destroying themselves (I saw a theory on here once that he let Luthien take the Silmaril in foresight of the chaos it would cause and it makes a chilling amount of sense.)

So my headcanon is that despite the Silmarils and the name change, Melkor’s personality remained pretty much the same after the start of the First Age. And Melkor pre-Silmarils is a very dynamic character who does things himself- he goes around making alliances with unholy eldritch spiders and seducing Maiar and breaking lamps. Not to mention that Valar can alter their appearance at will and he apparently has several forms that he changes quite often. 

Now, take that chaotic personality, take away his shapeshifting, and keep him in self-imposed captivity in a castle, where leading an evil army must require him to do more “sitting still” than anything else he did pre-First Age. It’s very plausible that said personality would then get trapped and pent up and desperate enough to disperse his spirit and power into his creations, in hopes of living vicariously through them and experiencing some variety through the dragons’ eyes, some freedom. 

Eventually, the Elves would recognize Melkor’s spirit in his army and even some parts of Arda itself, and that was how Morgoth- which was Feanor’s name for him after all, and goodness knows Feanor wasn’t that popular after his death- came to be widely used in Beleriand and by the Edain. The Morgoth even, to distinguish the fractured and very much physical remnants of Melkor’s soul from the single, less willing to obey the laws of physics being that he had been. 

The dragons would have been his alternate forms in another world, perhaps even favored above a humanoid form. Now they’re his coping mechanism for when he feels trapped in his own body (which as I understand it was a very temporary thing that he put on only for Ungoliant, and isn’t it ironic that he ended up being stuck in the form he took for the sake of his worst rival?) 

[irleughlivelyatalanteangodfan]

Oooh this is very fascinating and I adore it.

It really fits, to me, both for sense of characters and for onthology this story is built upon. LOTR does have very push and pull over whether change is inevitable and refreshing for world, or this damaging loss we can never recover from, and it truly is embodied in Melkor's influence, and as you say, truly fits Feanor's creation. I'd wonder how much either of them recognizes that connection and meaning between two of them, consciously.

This caused me to have some thoughts on what could have been Melkor's original purpose, which for sake of brevity I will put under read more, but thanks a lot for inspiring me.

1) One thing I am similar to you in thinking is that I see proto-Melkor, as, sort of, deity of beginnings. Not creation, per se, but start, the initial push needed, the spark that lights pyre, the first budding bloom, the beginning notes that open the song. I think Tolkien even wrote once about it in letters, that Melkor’s task would have been to initiate and begin devising, and Manwe to guide forward and bring it to fruition. I kinda imagine him  enacting change in conjunction with Nienna- who would have originally been one more responsible for endings, and space in between, the positive side of decay, the winter, while he would be rebuilding and spring, as in mine view no Valar can truly create or destroy anything, only transmute, though their reach is immense.

2) I think fire is obvious if bit cliche. He was really associated with it, and through volcanoes he still is. But though he seems to have lost touch with it, and domain kinda shared between Aule and Arien and in some drafts Tulkas, I think he would have been one of major classic elemental Vala team (alongside Manwe, Aule and Ulmo), perhaps having other associated duties and associations too, way Manwe has kingship and Aule smithing and crafts. His issue in part, I think stemmed from him believing that Flame Unperishable fell under those duties, was his by right, when flame was maybe just best word for it, closest metaphor, but still just metaphor.

3) Going on from that, one responsible for energy. With his finger on pulse of the world, on the lifeblood of universe; manipulating the physical energy and how it is passed around from object to object, god of motion and friction (something that might have been taken up by Nessa in early days), and of something deeper, whatever spiritual power it is that valar are endowed with. Of course, more and more he focuses on conquering Middle Earth physically, more restrained he is by form.

4) Chaos, but in more positive sense. More, a chance and luck and probability, and also something connected to growth, to terms and ideas and creatures expanding out of original design, becoming their own, to evolution too maybe? But this gets terribly twisted, as he becomes bad association for chaos and does bio experiments, he becomes tyrant who allows no divergence from his rules and vision.

But the thing is, this all things Melkor could have been, could have made. But he didn’t. He didn’t so much want to enrich world and develop his skills, as he wanted to stand out even more from his brethren. The acclaim success would bring, and to hoard beauty, without putting work in for it. These things exist as, at best, byproduct of his rampage, or because other Valar and maiar ( some who would have maybe served him) noticed a lack and made it, and he has no claim to it, no more than I could claim song you composed because small part of it is similar to 10 second tune I once produced. Corruption and violence and malice, those are his sole legacy, what he wasted himself on.

When it comes to Melkor as divine artist, he is, fundamentally, to me 1) Elon Musk type and what following he has 2) AI artist plagiarising other AI artists 3) somebody who buys and maybe steals all fine art pieces to hang them up in house and brag about them 4) desperate to formally be acknowledged as daddy's most special and favored boy.

This is, in part, why he hates Luthien. Luthien who started out as fairest among elves and seemingly only child of Ainur and Incarnates but would end up becoming this myth that overshadows rest of narrative because everybody is so interwoven with sorrow but she gets unambigious happy ending. Because that is who she is, what place he wants to have! Luthien is myth and legend and something impossible, changing direction of narrative with her desire in way that seems illogical. Luthien is set above any and all children of Illuvatar, Eru's special favoured daughter who gets what she wants no matter how much fate and metyphysics don't permit it. The universe itself will be rearranged for her sake and she will get happy ending on her terms despite how God laid out rules for everybody else and Melkor wants to be treated that way by Illuvatar, no rule applying, all exceptions.

And why he hates Feanor. Feanor is what Melkor wants to be and has convinced himself he is but will never be. Melkor is pathologically incapable of imagination, hasn't had original idea since before organic life began, and Feanor-nobody can figure out how his lamps work. Sauron himself can't hack and conjure false images from Palantir. Silmarils are indestructible and not even Valar, not even Aule who came up with concept of solid state of matters and minerals and metals knows what silima actually is.He captures Light of Valinor which, in one draft at least, is not of Ea but essence of Eru Illuvatar (thus accomplishing smth similar to Melkor's desire to capture Flame Imperishable).

Side note, for Nienna herself, I imagine her original paradigm was meant to be focused around

1) Endings. End of biological life of plants, end of stage of life, end of relationship, end of state- she is tapering off of the music and silence in between before new melody takes it's place. She was even called Mistress of death in early drafts!

2) Darkness and cold. She is in early drafts called Fui (which is also name of her halls, meaning night) and ''she who breedeth winter'', thus she'd serve as counterpart to Yavanna. But Melkor stole and corrupted these things to hurt her.

3) Empathy. She still is, but it is different sort, from innocent and universal love and joy and mutual support she set out to be at dawn of the time, but she stepped up to perform another important role.

4) Wisdom. That she still teaches, but again through lenses of pity and grief and growing from past wounds, instead of more intellectual and inner knowledge version.

He could have turned around, and done something good for Arda, despite Marring, built himself up. But why would that matter, he asked, if he would not be remembered and treated as most glorious and perfect of them all?

And as for Nienna, maybe she will find new purpose in Arda Remade. A goddess of memory, or hope, not forgetting grief but absorbing it in something bigger.

Oooh that is so beautifully put yes yes I love it.

To be honest I think Valar should be pretty happy that Feanor is not devout; imagine his intensity channeled in honest and burning religious fundamentalism. It'd take him a week to start heretical mystery religion and Aule and Nienna would be informed there are whispers they are trying to usurp throne of Arda.

But also, one thing I have been fiddling with wip fics for while is, idea that Feanor is metaphysically, a divorce child of Melkor and Nienna. His fate is place where Melkor's shouts and her keening meet, the melding spot of his cacophony and her elegy, violence and grief within and upon and outside and enacted by. He is vessel through which their influence is unleashed upon Aman, his very birth proof that nowhere can be safe from Marring and grief.

(Within context of Ea-s-Most-Disastrous-And-Covered-Up-Divorce, this means both of them identify with Nerdanel. Nienna is obvious but really, Melkor gets it, when your partner is a stubborn psychological mess swallowed up by their own grief and so obsessed with their ideals and past that can't be fixed that they refuse to be happy and hear you out and just complicates your own and theirs life, poor woman you are so put upon, I have been there with two of them now!)

Ooh, whereas the idea I've been toying with is that Fëanor is solidly a natural...maybe not follower per se but student, agent in the world, of Melkor. He’s TRYING to be an agent not Melkor-as-we-know-him but rather Melkor-as-he-could-have-been, but…

That Melkor's divine domain is change in a way that cuts through, recombines and builds on all the other Valar's spheres of power; that only because he is, personally, an asshole that this is become discord instead. That it is because Melkor is an asshole bent on evil that change is, in basic human psychology, scary; that difference is intimidating and easily hated; that the grief of what is lost so often supersedes the joy of what is gained, and we are forever looking back and bemoaning that we cannot make this country great again... That the end of Lord of the Rings, in which the Time of Elves is over and this is sad, a grave loss, but never a source of despair because it feels right in a way, as right as the stars fading as the sun rises, and now it is the Time of Men and this too is a good and natural thing, such that overall we feel joy...that this is a total triumph over Melkor-who-is, because it is how every now-terrible change should have been if only he hadn't been a total asshole.

And where does Fëanor fit into this? Fëanor inventor of alphabets, shaper of Light into stone in a way even the Valar didn't imagine, instigator by Oath and allegiance of the Flight of the Noldor and the Three Kinslayings and so many of the great deeds and tales of the First Age and beyond...who didn't live to see most of them? Fëanor is a catalyst in this ongoing tale, in this Great Music. He is flame himself, but mostly in that he is the spark that lights conflagrations.

That's notable not just because it's pivotal to the story of Arda, but because that's weird for an elf. Elves are constantly shown to value stability and timelessness. They wrap their lands in girdles of timeless peace. They pick a good king and keep him for millennia. They never start battles, only react when attacked - except the House of Fëanor and those closest to them.

...mostly in Kinslayings. Because this is Melkor's domain, and he is determined to make change a thing of discord, domination and destruction. But oh, how magnificently the Music might have gone if Fëanor's every word and deed, every moment of being, invited good rather than evil!

As it is, Nienna is always here ease the hurt as best she can. If only proud Fëanor would let her help...