#Finrun

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Scribbles&Drabbles 2024

It is again time for me to dump my sketches here. @fall-for-tolkien This year I managed 11 slides /o/

Slides 19 (Replaced), 45 (False hope (of a future magistrate) and 58 (Portraits):

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The last three I only found out about a few days ago sooooo...

Reblogs would be greatly appreciated!!

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Ok so, follow up poll from this one (since I'm curious):

(please add any extra info on why/headcanons in the tags, I really wanna know since more people than I expected counted them among the best)

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And he never even remembers Finrun at all.

Finwë is like “Of course I love all my sons equally. Right, Fëanor, Falafel and Finances?”

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elves of arda ◆ misc. noldor ◆ headcanon disclaimer

        Romya and Findo were elves of the Tatyar who awoke upon the shores of Cuiviénen. They were soul-brothers, possessing a sibling bond between them, though they often would wander separately seeking out the wonders of their newborn world. They embarked upon the Great Journey, but both Findo and Romya were killed before they reached Aman, slain by wolves whilst hunting in the lands that would become known as Beleriand.         The brothers’ stay in the Halls of Mandos was relatively short, and soon they were reborn and joined the court of Finwë in Tirion, where they lengthened their names to Romyaþir and Finderóna. They served their friend faithfully, though they did not follow him into exile in Formenos. Upon Finwë’s murder, Finderóna and Romyaþir held much guilt that they had not been there to protect him, and so they joined the host of his son Ñolofinwë in seeking revenge.          Upon arriving in Beleriand once more, Romyaþir and Finderóna served as guides to the Noldor, for they knew the dangers of Middle-earth. Their names were altered in the Grey-elven tongue to Bruithwir and Finrun, and in time they attached themselves to Ñolofinwë’s son Turukáno, believing he best knew how to endure the horrors of Morgoth. They followed him to his city of Ondolindë, becoming his personal bodyguards in the House of the King, and both fought faithfully in the Fifth Battle, where Bruithwir was slain. Finrun mourned his brother dearly, but remained by his King’s side, defending him to the last amid the Fall of Gondolin where he, too, was slain.           In time all the Gondolindrim killed in Middle-earth would be reborn in Aman, even twice-slain Bruithwir and Finrun, who returned to life together and renewed their bonds of brotherhood and friendship with Turukáno their king.

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Outtakes from the Finwean Family Tree

Lalwen, Findis and Argon are the most well known though they didn’t make it into the published silm, they’re from the shibboleth version which was oneof the last docuents written, and of course all the 2nd age characters being shuffled all around the family tree… the only one for whom one backstory version was definitely picked is Celebrimbor since the ‘descendant of Feanor’ explanation for him made it into LotR

At some point Tolkien also considered a 3rd sister named Faniel, or no sisters but a fourth brother named Finrun, with a meaning like ‘doomed’ noted to it. Perhaps that was supposed to go like the one version where Finarfin was supposed to die in trying to stop the fighting. Ultimately though he went with making Finarfin the youngest and I think that’s the best choice because of the irony that the baby of the family is the most reasonable and also winds up on the throne

Finduillas had an older brother named Halmir who was horribly killed by orcs (this actually made into the Annals of Beleriand but was then struck out) I actually like this version because of the angle it adds to Orodreth’s and Finduillas’ relationship with Turin, plus the verse version left a strong impression on me because of the detailed descriptions of Nargothrond and how Orodreth is just so Done™ in it (though the prose version makes it sound very much like she was supposed to have zero brothers at the time it was written; There are even some drafts where she has two brothers)

Feanor once had some unspecified family member named Daurin who died after pulling a fight with Ungoliant. That was before Feanor was related to the royals and when his sons were still one-note villains who do little more than just show up and kill Dior, but I’ve seen some fics that integrate this into the final canon, usually making him Miriel’s brother just ‘cause it’s interesting to give her some other relatives. 

There was even a version where the Feanorians would have been related to Eol somehoe, though that was before the idea emerged to make him one of the moriquendi. But of course it could always be that they had some relative who didn’t go on the journey - especially in the version where Eol is a Tatyarin Avar.

Fingon was also supposed to have a daughter named Erin in a lot of the drafts of the family tree - it was only the last one where he had no kids & Orodreth was Gil-Galad’s father, who knows, there might have been yet other changes & revisions if the prof had had more time. If you wanted her to exist she can’t have outlived her brother since there was no one left to take the crown after he died. Perhaps she also perished in the battle of the last Alliance, that would make for a nice symmetry with how Elendil and his older son were also torched with Isildur & Elrond as the only survivors of their respective branches. 

[yellow-faerie]

Ok so I did the Fëanorians - now for something more divisive:

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how do we count characters who have multiple names that we remember, or stuff from HoME that didn’t make it into canon (RIP Finrun)? actually now that I type these questions out. I think. maybe that means I also have a problem

Bonus internet points will be awarded to anyone who actually tries this exercise before voting.

Assume you need to get the spelling at least somewhat close, and if a character has multiple names, only one counts. Also, if a character doesn't have a canonical name, I'm sorry, but "that guy's wife" doesn't count.

For reference, if you can name the 9 members of the Fellowship, the eponymous Hobbit and his 13 dwarf buddies, 3 prominent women, and the guy who runs the Rivendell B&B, that's 27 characters right there. And you probably also know the name of a dragon.

For further reference, Tolkien Gateway has 637 (!!) pages dedicated to Third Age characters. (Don't click that link until you've voted, of course)

Edit: Your humble pollmaker gave this a try, and got as far as 73 before deciding she was too tired to keep trying to remember dwarf and Silm names. If you also want to share (and don't mind people being incredulous at your having forgot ____), pastebin allows you to paste text and share it for free. :)

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elves of arda ✹ gondolindrim ✹ headcanon disclaimer ✹ @gondolinweek

          Turukáno Núrondil was the second son of Ñolofinwë Arakáno, and the King of Ondolindë. On the treacherous journey across the Helcaraxë, Turukáno lost his wife Elenwë to the icy depths, a traumatic experience that altered his fate forever. He was always a serious and fastidious nér, and in Beleriand his character grew even grimmer. He kept his daughter Itarillë close by, quarrelled with his elder brother Findekáno over whether to forgive the Sons of Fëanáro, and soon realized that what he wanted was to never have left the gleaming city of Tirion-upon-Túna.           But there was no turning back time, and Turukáno had no recourse to return to Valinórë either. Instead he set his mind to the creation of a new city, safe and hidden, where he would have total control over his life and his loved ones would never be in any danger.           First Turukáno settled in the land of Nevrast on the western coast, where he built the city of Vinyamar and spent much time looking out over the Sea, missing the life he used to have. Yet he was not idle: with him in Vinyamar were his cousin Laurefindil, a charismatic lord with a faithful retinue of warriors, and the harpist Nandáro who led a small group of farmers and musicians. In Nevrast, the Noldor mingled with those who dwelt there already, and Turukáno allied with Galdor, a lord of the native Sindar.           At the Mereth Aderthad, Turukáno broke bread with many lords of the Noldor and the Sindar, forming alliances and making many great speeches. He kept his plans for his hidden city vague, but promised safety and sustenance to those who would ally themselves with him. Not long after the Feast of Reuniting, Turukáno recruited the archivist and architect Penlod, a friend of his sister, to aid him in preliminary designs of a city resembling Tirion of old.          His daughter Itarillë grew ever more restless under his stern watch, eventually culminating in her secret departure to visit her uncle Fingon in Dor-lómin without her father’s leave. Turukáno dramatically lost his temper when he discovered what had happened, and his close friend and cousin Finrod decided he needed some time away from home to come to terms with his losses and fears.           Thus Finrod invited Turukáno to adventure with him across Beleriand. They spent a year together, wandering alone through hills and valleys, and Turukáno finally let his repressed emotions spill out. Finrod comforted and supported him, hiding his secret affections for his cousin all the while—at least until his own resolve broke as they spent a night together on the banks of the river Sirion.           The passions Turukáno and Findaráto exchanged beneath the summer stars were not to blossom into anything lasting, for that very night both were visited by Ulmo in their dreams. The Lord of Waters imparted visions of hidden kingdoms to them both, urging them to pursue their goals, but each thought they were the only one to receive the calling. Their minds were muddled when they woke, the night before hazy and indistinct, and clinging to their secrets neither Finrod nor Turukáno spoke to one another of either their dreams or their half-remembered confessions of passion.           Turukáno spent much time alone searching for the place Ulmo had shown him in his dreams, at last discovering the hidden valley of Tumladen. There, he knew, his people could be safe, and he immediately began to call upon the friends and allies he had made through fifty years of politicking to aid him in constructing a new kingdom.           In the one hundred and seventeenth year of the Sun, the city of Ondolindë was at last completed. Around him Turukáno gathered the greatest lords in his service, establishing ten noble Houses, with himself and his household as the eleventh. Thousands of Eldar, Noldor and Sindar both, quietly made their way to the gates of Ondolindë, but only one hundred were counted as part of the House of the King.           Among the folk of the King were the Unbegotten brothers Bruithwir and Finrun, serving as Turukáno’s personal bodyguard. They were grim folk, alike to their King in mood; they knew well the dangers of Middle-earth, for both had perished on the perils of the Great Journey and had been reborn in Aman. They served as guides to the exiled Noldor who had never before seen the far shores, and attached themselves to Turukáno, the prince they believed best knew how to endure the horrors of Morgoth.           A hundred years after Ondolindë was completed and its gates shut to the outside world, Turukáno completed his greatest creative project: artistic recreations of the Two Trees of Valinor, wrought in silver and in gold. He called them Lingancal and Valisil, known to his Sindarin-speaking subjects as Glingal and Belthil, and looked upon them with great pride.           Yet the day of their unveiling in the King’s Square, Turukáno’s counselor the prophet Amnon was gripped with a dreadful foresight. She prophesied that though they dwelt in a mighty and beautiful city, “great is the Fall of Gondolin, for when the lily of the valley withers then shall Turgon fade.” Already, Ondolindë had gained a number of praising names, including Lothengriol or Endillos, the Flower of the Vale, and the golden blossoms of Lingancal resembled the bloom of a lily. Though Amnon’s words unsettled him, Turukáno dismissed her warning and took heart in the artificial nature of his creation—for how could a lily of gold wilt?           Another hundred years passed in peace before trouble stirred in the valley of Tumladen. King Turukáno’s sister Aredhel Ar-Feiniel, Lady of the Tower of Snow, had come with him to Ondolindë for the sake of her friends and kin, but now she grew restless within the confines of the Echoriath and its surroundings. Though Turukáno was reluctant to let her leave, she refused to be kept caged any longer; Turukáno, knowing she would depart whether or not he permitted it, sent with her an escort of his three most valiant Lords and begged her to head straightaway the home of Fingon their brother.           But Aredhel went not to Dor-lómin as she had been instructed, instead turning toward Himlad where her friends Celegorm and Curufin dwelt. Along the way she was lost in the treacherous forest of Nan Dungortheb, and try though they might, her escort could not find her. They returned to Gondolin in sorrow, and Turukáno retreated into grief once more. Eventually he granted permanent leadership of his sister’s House to her friend Penlod, who had taken stewardship of her folk upon her departure, and all of Gondolin mourned her as dead.           Thus great was their surprise and joy when Aredhel returned unlooked-for—and with a son! For a day there was feasting and merriment, welcoming the indomitable Lady of the Tower of Snow back home, but soon the celebrations were cut short upon the arrival of Aredhel’s wicked husband Eöl, who when faced with the King’s decree that he may not leave Gondolin, slew his wife and was slain in turn.           Upon this great tragedy, Aredhel’s son Maeglin was left orphaned, and Turukáno took him under his wing. Maeglin was odd and reclusive, and Turukáno had never been the most emotionally intelligent nér, so while they performed an awkward familial act they were never as close as Turukáno wished. Upon Maeglin’s coming of age, Turukáno named him the Lord of the new House of the Mole in an attempt to show his love for his nephew.           When the Siege of Angband was finally broken, Turukáno did not send forth any aid to his kin outside Ondolindë’s walls. He did, however, send a select few mariners out to sea so they might beg the aid of the Valar, but none ever returned. Then came the fall of High King Fingolfin in single combat with Morgoth himself; his body was recovered by the mighty Eagle Thorondor and delivered to Ondolindë, where Turukáno grieved and built him a cairn. At this time Turukáno added to the emblem of his House a scarlet heart, representing the loss of his beloved father, before the symbols of the Sun and Moon.           Two years later, Thorondor delivered Turukáno another gift, this one more pleasant: he rescued the Mannish children Húrin and Huor and brought them to Gondolin, where never before had Men been seen. Turukáno grew fond of the boys, and at Húrin’s insistence he finally sent word to his brother that Aredhel had died, breaking his utter isolation for the first time. He was sorrowful to see the lads go when they returned to their homelands in Dor-lómin, his brother’s domain, and remembered them when word came to Gondolin a decade later of the formation of the Union of Maedhros.            Unlooked for, Turukáno led an army ten thousand strong to reinforce High King Fingon at the Fifth Battle. Gondolin’s sudden appearance turned the tide of the dreadful battle for a time, but in the end the Union was overrun and Fingon slain only days after he and Turukáno had reunited for the first time in over 300 years. The House of Hador, led by the now full-grown Húrin and Huor, defended the retreat of the Gondolindrim; in their final meeting, Huor urged Turukáno to escape and prophesied that from him and the King “a new star shall arise.”           Turukáno returned to Ondolindë amid great sorrow, having lost many soldiers including his faithful bodyguard Bruithwir, and assumed the title of High King of the Noldor in the wake of his brother’s death. The free-peoples of Beleriand were defeated in all but the three hidden strongholds of the elves—Doriath, Nargothrond, and Gondolin itself—and he saw himself as the last great leader of his people. Despite this, other Noldor yet lived outside his jurisdiction, and Turukáno’s new title did not extend his duties any further than the walls of his city, now more isolated than ever.           More mariners were sent begging aid from the Valar—and though none made it to the Blessed Land, this time one, Voronwë, survived, returning to Gondolin with a Man sent to the King with a prophecy from Ulmo. Turukáno was counseled to open the gates of his city and prepare for battle or else face the destruction of his people and city, yet Turukáno could not see any path to victory in open war and trusted rather in his own counsel and that of his nephew Maeglin.           Ulmo’s messenger was none other than Tuor son of Huor, and in memory of his friend Turukáno gave him leave to stay in Ondolindë. His daughter Idril was charmed by the Man, and in the course of a few years they asked for permission to wed. Turukáno hesitated at first, but recalled the last words of Huor and was moved to agree. Tuor and Idril were wed amid great joy, and he joined his wife as the leader of her House of the Wing; in only a year’s time, their son Eärendil was born.           But Ulmo’s warning soon proved true, for when Eärendil was only seven years old the golden lilies of Glingal were found tarnished and dented. Amnon urged her King to take heed of the obvious sign from the Valar and the fulfillment of her prophecy, but once more Turukáno refused to listen. This would prove disastrous, as on the morn of Tarnin Austa the armies of Morgoth attacked Gondolin and its great Fall began. Most of Turukáno’s Lords urged him to abandon the city, but Maeglin, who had for a year been acting fell and strange, convinced him to remain in an attempt to hold the city.           For much of the awful battle, Turukáno kept his House in reserve, but when Gothmog, Lord of Balrogs was slain he came down from his tower in all his splendour to cleanse the Square of the King. They drove back the enemy monsters for a time, but many of his folk were slain. The remaining folk gathered beneath Glingal and Bansil, slowly melting from the heat of dragonfire, and Turukáno at last saw that he had brought ruin upon his city. Now at last he recognized the truth in Amnon’s words, lamenting in an echo of her prophecy, “Great is the fall of Gondolin!” But Amnon did not live to see her King’s remorse, for she had perished in the battle.           Too late, Turukáno ordered the remainder of his people to flee through Idril’s secret way, though many had already begun the march. He threw down his crown and proclaimed that though all were free to leave, he would stay and fall with it. Galdor of the Tree attempted to return to him his crown, and Tuor and Idril thrice begged him to escape with them, but Turukáno refused and instead ascended to the height of the Tower of the King and cried out a challenge to the Enemy. He was assailed by dragons and Balrogs, fighting them off with his mighty blade Glamdring, until all his guard perished, Finrun defending him to the last, and the tower was felled by the might of many dragons, its weight and their flame killing Turukáno at last.           In time all those who were slain in Gondolin’s fall would be reborn in Aman, even twice-slain Bruithwir and Finrun and war-wearied Amnon. Turukáno’s return would come in time for him to visit Númenórë, the kingdom of his Elros his great-grandson, and he would be reunited with Elenwë his wife and Itarillë his daughter and even Tuor the Blessed, granted clemency by the Valar—and also his dear friend Findaráto, with whom he could now at last find new love amid the restoration of the old.

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For day 5 of @tolkienocweek!

Featured are Finróna Aþumolor, son of Findis Finwiel and Rilyanixë Aringolo; his foster children Henlaurë, Nityalma and Tário; and Elerrína, the daughter of his good friends Elwing of Doriath and Eärendil the Mariner, whom he is caring for while her parents are otherwise disposed.

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For the writing prompts, 38? I was thinking something about the chaos that is the 3rd gen house of Finwë in Valinor and the longsuffering oldest cousins attempting to make sure nothing too important gets burned... RIP Russandol's sanity.

And congrats on 100 followers!

Oh hey! Absolutely! There is as much maximum chaos as I could get in. His fellow oldest cousins are not helping much (with the exception of Fingon).

From this prompt list.

38 - “Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”

It’s storming.

Maitimo usually quite likes it when it storms - there is something truly comforting to inside with a blanket, a book and a hot drink while the rain pounds the outside of the house, knowing you are quite safe and secure inside.

And of course, this does not account for when you are stuck inside with your cousins and your parents are nowhere to be found.

It had initially been a good idea: while there was a party at the palace and their fathers, in particular, were at that, they could have their own mini party at their house between their cousins.

That had been three days ago and the storm didn’t look like it was letting up anytime soon.

There is a loud crash and a yell of anger.

Maitimo sighs. He is quite comfortable here in this little secluded window seat, curled up in Findekáno: he doesn’t want to use up some of this precious time he has to unabashedly spend time with his beloved reprimanding one of his brother or cousins.

“Maitimo!” About three people yell at the same time, followed by the sound of footsteps thundering over wooden floorboards.

He supposes there is nothing for it.

Very unwillingly, he throws his legs over so he is sitting up and pushes himself to a stand.

“Yes?” He calls back. “I’m up here.”

“Nelyo,” Findekáno mumbles sleepily. “‘S it time to wake up?”

“No, no, go back to sleep Finno. It’s just-”

“Maitimo!”

“-brothers. What is it Curufinwë?”

Curufinwë’s cheeks have gone pink and he glared angrily, his hand in Ingoldo’s. “Tyelkormo broke our puzzle. We’d nearly finished it and it took us hours!”

Ingoldo nods in agreement. Tyelkormo looks furious. “I didn’t break anything! You were the one who knocked the table.”

“No! You were running up and down the corridor and it was making the table wobble!”

“Then maybe you should get a better table! My-”

“I don’t want to hear about your fucking boyfriend again Irissë.”

Irissë rolls her eyes and opens her mouth to reply, but Maitimo beats her to it.

“Tyelkormo, Irissë, you can play outside if you’re going to be playing running games or else you do something else, so long as it is quiet.”

He turns to Curufinwë and Ingoldo as the other two hurry outside at Maitimo’s scowling. “You two can either start a new puzzle or restart the one that was broken. I know you don’t care much for the puzzle part anyway, so please just...” He waves his hand vaguely and they get the idea to scarper.

He sighs as the disappear around the corner. “Sorry about that Finno.”

Findekáno smiles indulgently and reaches out, making grabby hands to him. Maitimo is just about to curl up in his lap again when Turukáno and Carnistir turn a corner, deep in conversation about economics.

“No!” Carnistir stops short and looks aghast. “Why would you think that a reasonable economic system anywhere? It would fall apart in days Turko, days!”

Turukáno looks rather indignant. “How do you know that?”

“Other than the fact it’s in every economic theory book with Do No Try is big, bold letters? Common sense.”

“And how is that common sense?”

Maitimo shares a bemused look with his husband. The other two have stopped right in front of them but don’t seem to have noticed they are there.

He coughs politely and they both stop arguing to look over in his direction.

“Are you going to do that right there?”

“Well,” Carnistir starts but Turukáno frowns and hits him on the arm.

“No, we’ll find somewhere quiet.” They walk off, restarting their argument as if they hadn’t been interrupted at all.

Findekáno and Maitimo stay still for a very long time, waiting for another distraction to make itself known, and when it doesn’t, they relax. Maitimo turns to go curl up in the window seat.

There’s a loud crash. “Alright!” He yells, spinning on his heel. “Where’s Makalaurë?”

“In the music room.” Maitimo nearly jumps out of his skin at the sight of Findecurë tucked up in a little cranny just a few metres from the window. “He’s been playing for nearing the whole day now.”

“Oh Eru!” Maitimo pinches the bridge of his nose. “And did you know what that was?”

“Probably Angaráto and Aikanáro. They were playing ball with Findelaurë and Fanyanel last I checked and they were the ones facing the window.”

“And what are you doing about this?”

“I’m drawing flowers. It’s not my house.”

Maitimo takes a few deep breaths as he stops himself from cursing her quite roundly. “Right. Well then, is better stop some people from killed themselves.” He turns to his husband. “I’m sorry Finno, I know I said-”

“It’s alright Russo.” He stands and takes a step forward to press a gentle kiss to the edge of his mouth. “I’ll go back to your room and then the bed will be warm when you return.”

With that promise fresh in his mind, Maitimo strides off to find the worst of the damage and mitigate the effects as quickly as he can.

“How flammable do you think it is?” Artanis’ quiet voice asks from a room to Maitimo’s right, the door open just a sliver.

“Oh, it probably won’t explode.”

“No!” Maitimo slams open the door to the surprise of the five youngest in the room. “Whatever you are planning is not being done and you are going to bed now.”

“What?” Ambarussa exclaims to the outrage of everyone.

“Anyone discussing fire or burning or explosions needs to go to bed. It’s getting late anyway. Come on.”

He herds them out of the room and down the stairs to where Ambarussar’s bedroom is and where they have all been camping the last few days.

There is another crash as he has just convinced Finróna to put on his pyjamas and Aikanáro skids past.

“How much do windows cost?” He asks, catching the doorframe to stop himself.

“The one you just broke would be around three hundred gold pieces.”

“Hey!” Aikanáro calls, skidding back the way he came. “Where would we get 1200 gold pieces?”

“Twelve...Aiko! How did you break four windows?”

Maitimo just about manages to pull off his clothes before he falls onto the bed beside his husband.

Findekáno looks up from his book - one that Maitimo thinks was taken from his bookshelf - and raises an eyebrow. “How was that?” He asks.

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”

Findekáno laughs, turning the lamp off and snuggling down beside his husband. “I’ll deal with it tomorrow,” He promises, snaking a hand around Maitimo’s waist and tucking his head into his shoulder.

Maitimo wishes him luck because he may love Findekáno dearly but he shall be in bed sleeping the next morning and Eru himself could not stop him.

[yellow-faerie]

I would very much like to hear about your head canons for Findis and co! (if you're not busy, no pressure!) have a great day :)

Oh yes! Would love to! Sorry it took so long - I have exams and I had to go back through all my many, many notes I have accumulated over the last six months of headcanons and things and the post kept getting bigger!

OK, so, while I sometimes go by other people as Findis’ wife/husband, my personal favourite is Rilyanixë and together they have four children: two daughters and two sons. Of these children, they have six grandchildren (3 granddaughters and 3 grandsons) and (as far as I know so far) no great-grandchildren.

(I’ll put the full post under the cut)

So Findis is the eldest daughter of Finwë and Indis called Laurinalma by her mother (meaning Golden Flower) and Lintafinwë by her father (meaning Soothing Finwë) (and maybe Finwë is a male name but I believe -wë is a gender neutral name ending and I like the idea of different families keeping a naming tradition of sorts). The name Findis is actually her Cilmessë.

She dislikes Tirion immensely because of their general attitude to remarriage and everything really.

I have this headcanon that the children of Finwë were all very close until they really got into society and rumours and other people’s opinions really tore them apart - Fëanor to Formenos or Aulë’s halls; Lalwen to the wilds where she spends most of her time with her Maia girlfriend/wife (they aren’t sure which); Fingolfin to the isolation of court; and Finarfin to Alqualondë.

And Findis goes to Valmar and the Vanyar.

She takes on a healers apprenticeship there, returning only a few times a year to her family home where tensions are rising between Fëanor and literally everyone else - not yet about anything important, more about really insignificant things. (I think this post sums up my thoughts on Fëanor and the way I see his relationships with his half-family quite well)

And for her graduation, she goes to the Tirion library before returning to Valmar (this is as much to cool down after arguing with Fëanor over something inconsequential as it is to find resources for her theory exam/essay/things) and meets Rilyanixë.

Rilyanixë (a name meaning Sparkling Ice) is the quiet, middle child of the chief archivist of Tirion Archive. His father is a Vanya hunter (because, really, Findis isn’t going to marry someone who isn’t at least a little Vanya) and his older sister takes after him. His younger sister went down to Alqualondë to learn sailing because she refuses to take after either of her parents, but that’s another story.

They meet because he too is looking to get away because his mother - a staunch supporter of the crown and it’s ability to make sound decisions (thus trusting Indis) - threw someone from the archive for making snide comments about the royal family and Rilyanixë rather disliked the raised voices. It is technically his day off but he came here to put books away because that’s what calms him.

So they meet and get on well: Rilyanixë quite likes this slightly scatter-brained healer and Findis likes the quiet librarian with a small smile and brown hair that shines gold when the light hits it just right.

She agrees to meet him again when she returns the books in a month or two when she comes back to town.

And they go out for coffee and learn that they are both half-Ñoldo, half-Vanya. And they sort-of fall into each other, meeting up in Valmar and in Tirion and eventually they are courting and then betrothed and then they are married, three years after first meeting.

(The marriage does cause tensions to rise between Rilyanixë and his Vanya family who see Findis as too Ñoldor and have issues with that so they don’t end up spending much time with them - there’s a reason Rilyanixë’s parents don’t live together anymore)

Now, Rilyanixë married into this family so he is as veritably crazy as all of they are - except no-one notices until he tells Fëanor that his latest creation was ‘passable, he supposes’ because Fëanor insulted Findis and you just don’t do that. Basically, Rilyanixë is very uncrazy unless provoked at which point he will just provoke whoever’s closest, however ill-advised that is (if that makes any sense).

Anyway, they get a house halfway between Tirion and Valmar (because they can’t be completely separate from politics but...they don’t want to be anywhere near it at the same time) and live fairly peacefully, with occasional siblings just appearing or nephews and nieces and the like (from Rilyanixë’s side too it should be noted).

Everyone is beginning to think that they are not going to have children as Arafinwë is already married and with a baby when Findis declares that she is pregnant. A year(ish) later, she gives birth to a girl that Findis calls Findecurë (Tress of Skill - weird name, but I was trying to come up with a translation for Finvain) and Rilyanixë calls Nofernë (Under Beech Tree). Of the two of them, Rilyanixë’s naming is actually a bit more prophetic than his wife’s (because I find it odd that only women have prophetic visions and while I still think that women are almost always the parent (if either parent does have prophetic name-giving), I thought that men must even just a little).

Before Fëanor pulls the sword and everything finally collapses in on itself, they have three more children. A boy who she calls Findelaurë (I’m using this variation on Glorfindel’s Quenya name for the sake of familial consistency) and who Rilyanixë calls Indiltur (Lily Lord). Another girl that Findis calls Fanyanel (Daughter of the Clouds) and Rilyanixë calls Iþilmolótë (Flower of Starlight - and apparently the Vanyar still used the letter thorn? I might be wrong). And finally another son that Findis calls Finróna (Hair of the East) and Rilyanixë calls Aþumolor (Good Companion in Dreams). In order of birth, their Sindarin names (and the names I shall be referring to them by) are Glorfindel, Finvain, Faniel and Finrun.

At the darkening, Glorfindel follows Turgon (with whom he is close), Faniel follows Glorfindel (with whom she is close), Finrun follows his elder siblings and the other Finwean babies (Galadriel, Argon and Ambarussa), and Finvain follows her siblings.

When her children and family leave, Findis disappears into the wilds (very good fic about this here) and Rilyanixë, with no family, returns to his mother’s house in Tirion.

So Glorfindel we all know goes to Gondolin and dies and gets re-embodied, etc. I would like to add a bit to his story to say I am a big Glorestor shipper and they definitely end up married and they adopt Lindir and his sister Lindis (because no-one can stop me).

As of Erestor, he’s an Avar in my mind who ends up with Gondolin because the Avari keep being pushed from their homes and he knows he would be safe there. (He does initially say he’s a Sindar to try and avoid the general distaste everyone seems to have for the Avari and only tells those he really trusts). Also, he would get on so well with Rilyanixë and it’s such a pity that they don’t meet until the fourth age.

Finvain leaves ME because her brothers and sisters are going, not from any particualr desire of hers to go. She is protective at heart - even if she seems very cold - and loves her brothers and sisters a lot. She does a lot of what she does only grudgingly and eventually swears off killing even orcs as her actions at Alqualondë haunt her that much (she acts as a behind the lines medical assistant due to her knowledge of plants and herbs and is killed because of her oath when the camp is overrun).

She loves gardening. If she’s sitting in a patch of flowers, she’s happy (she would really love hobbits if she had lived). She had a garden in her family home between Valmar and Tirion but when she left it got overgrown, despite Finrun’s best attempts to keep it cared for (he’s busy and the garden reminds him too painfully of his absent sister). She can’t keep a garden in ME (she’s a messenger for Fingolfin, moving around a lot) but she does have a habit of planting flowers in odd places wherever she travels.

She does fall in love, if that is what you would call it. She and Morwen (and I have this headcanon that Morwen and Húrin were really good friends who were both hella gay and both really wanted children so got married for that while agreeing that they could see other people) spend time together and it would have developed further if Finvain wasn’t always being called away and she hadn’t died at Nirnaeth.

Finvain holds guilt over her brother’s death as Finrun died at Alqualondë and Finvain saw him die, still confused as to what was actually going on; and Lalaith’s death (who she thought she could save with her medicine but who died anyway).

When she is re-embodied - before her sister but after both her brothers, she returns to her family home - left abandoned by her mother who had vanished soon after the Darkening; her father, who had returned to his mother in Tirion; and her brother, who was now living almost permanently on the outskirts of Alqualondë. She fixes it up the best she can and tends to her garden as slowly, one by one, her family returns.

Faniel is the sort of person who has everyone wrapped around her little finger but doesn’t seem to know. Hella strong, hella kind, hella oblivious - a summary of Faniel’s character.

Faniel and Ecthelion are both bi (when Ecthelion was younger, there was a time he and Glorfindel were courting before they decided they were better as friends). She and Ecthelion have three children: a son, Elemmakil; a daughter, Meleth; and a child, Enerdhil. Meleth ends up as Eärendil’s nurse and marries Elwing’s nurse Evranin which is all I really have for her and I have next to nothing for the other two. But they exist.

Anyway, Faniel fights with a spear and actually lives to escape to the havens but she dies in the Third Kinslaying.

She is the last of her siblings to be reborn and ends up being the one to initiate the search for their mother.

And finally, Finrun. He dies at Alqualondë when he and a few others go into the city to see what the confusion is all about and gets caught up in the crossfire before he can really tell what’s going on. With no blood on his hands and practically no trauma, he gets re-embodied within a few years but everything is really different: all his family has either gone to ME, gone and secluded themselves somewhere, are exceptionally busy or Finrun thinks they hate him. As someone who thrived off of the familial love of his family (being Aro/Ace, this is one of the main forms of love that he experiences), it’s a jarring experience to say the least and ends up with him being really, really lonely.

He decides to deal with this crippling loneliness by throwing himself into his work. The only family who really talks to him is Finarfin but they mainly talk about work and he’s like, if it makes him happy then it’ll make me happy. (It is making neither of them happy, they’re just avoiding the problem). So he ends up in Alqualondë working towards restoring relations. No-one here particularly likes him (Maglor’s wife, Cantasië, does occasionally come and keep him company to be honest to her).

He is here he meets Elwing, singing and miserable who he promptly adopts. (It is not only the Fëanorians with adopting people on the spot issues). The rest of the Teleri are a bit sceptical of this girl however much they like her and she’s uncomfortable in palace having lived nearly her whole life in near poverty despite being a princess. And Eärendil, when he appears, reminds him of his cousins due to being Turgon’s grandson. There’s a bit more nuance to it, I guess, but basically he sees these two children with no family anymore and as he knows how they feel, he decides to give them that family.

It’s at the end of the First Age that Finrun realises that the Valar intend to keep the Ñoldor in Mandos and he basically becomes the advocate for their release. In his house by the sea, he is slowly collecting war orphans who lost parents far too young and came to these shores to try to heal hurts of their souls and Finrun houses them and loves them and tries to get the Valar to release the families they have lost (not realising that in the process he has become part of that family and the loneliness he has been feeling is lessened somewhat - not gone completely because his family is a different entity entirely but lessened).

Eventually, he convinces them and one-by-one, his family and the others trapped in Mandos are released upon their healing, rather than being kept there forever.

(When Glorfindel is reborn, Finrun is not told and meets him on the docks by pure chance before he must go to Middle Earth. And before he can really get over the shock and bundle of emotions, Glorfindel is gone again. Finrun genuinely thinks that this was a hallucination for a long time.)

It is one sunny day soon after Glorfindel has returned to Valinor that Faniel gets them together to go after their mother, who, despite everyone coming back and a tentative happiness and peace beginning, has not returned from wherever she ran to. During their search, they get to catch up for the first time really since they were all reborn.

Findis has just sort of made camp in a cave, not hiding but decided that society sucked and she didn’t want to go back. Her children convince her otherwise and they return and everything is good and happy.

Umm, so yep, these are my vague thoughts on this family. I hope you liked it!

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I finally got ‘round to finishing this chapter of my Silmaril Babies story based off of the wonderful @ibrithir-was-here’s AU! Hopefully I’ll be able to have a bit more regular updates from now on but I promise nothing.

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Please, I need more Finrun content!!! I already adore him.

🦋 If your OC could change everything (or just something) about their life would they? What would they change? What do they think would happen if they did? What would their loved ones think?

I would be happy to give you more!

🦋 If your OC could change everything (or just something) about their life would they? What would they change? What do they think would happen if they did? What would their loved ones think?

He would probably just bring his family back from the dead. At this point, I don’t think he’d actually care how much chaos they would create, so long as they were there and he had someone to have some company.

Now, you didn’t ask for it but, here he is:

(All this enthusiasm has given me ideas about him and Elwing and Eärendil and Maglor’s Wife Cantasië - please let me talk about them!)

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☀️ ❄️ 📚 👑 ☁️ for any of findis’ kids

Ooh! Umm...I’ll do all of them ‘cause I can’t choose!

☀️ What makes your OC genuinely happy? A person, an item, their hobby? Where is the place they’re happiest, or most at home? What is the happiest they’ve ever been?

Finvain: She grows flowers in Valinor and tries to in First Age Beleriand (not the best place to cultivate flowers, it must be said). Among her flower garden, she is usually happiest.

Faniel: Sitting by running water or being with Ecthelion (they’re married)

Finrun: Pre-darkening - probably hanging out with the disaster As (look, no-one can convince me Ambarussa, Artanis, Arakáno and Aþumolor (Finrun’s father-name) didn’t hang out together and cause utter chaos)

❄️ What makes your OC sad, so sad that they can’t help but cry all day? How do they cheer themself up? Does their sadness upset any of their loved ones too?

Finvain: Her saddest moment was her death at Nirnaeth as she knew she would be unable to see Morwen again (I have adopted the headcanon - I think I read something about it around here somewhere - that Morwen and Húrin are dear friends who married to have children and have separate lovers and I ran with it)

Faniel: She gets terribly melancholy at large parties. Something about them just reminds her of her family when they were all happy and together and she more often than not leaves big events early to sit quietly by herself (in the winter, usually with some tea by the fire and in summer usually one of her husband’s fountains). Ecthelion or Glorfindel or Turgon are usually the ones who find her and they reminisce about happier days. It defo upsets the others sometimes.

Finrun: He died at Alqualondë without killing anyone so is re-embodied fairly quickly (along with Rinwendë, Curufin’s wife - but that’s another story) and is left in a world with none of his family bar his overworked uncle; an aunt who half-hates him (or at least he thinks so) because Alqualondë; a father who has pushed himself into his work after his wife disappeared into the wild; and a grandmother who has moved to the feet of the Valar. He’s alone and he deals with this by immediately overworking himself to get his cousins to be allowed to be freed (his family would care, if they had been there).

📚 If your OC was given some kind of forbiddon knowledge, what would they do with it? Would they tell anyone? Use it for evil or good? How would it change their outlook on life, if at all?

Finvain: Finvain probably already knows forbidden knowledge. No-one would know, she never tells anyone anything. But she would probably use it for what she sees as good.

Faniel: She would tell Ecthelion and then Glorfindel and then Turgon and fairly soon, all of Gondolin would know.

Finrun: Would probably try and use it to get his family back and somewhat happy - yes, he will do blackmail with this and a plethora of other crimes, he’s getting desperate at this point.

👑 If your OC was made royal (or is royal) how would they use their power? Are they a good leader or bad? Do their subjects like them or is it ‘off with their head’? Do they enjoy being royal?

Finvain: Finvain is very aloof in attitude and doesn’t smile a lot unless she’s alone. She is the epitome of the perfect princess (which really annoys some of her cousins but they can’t do anything about it).

Faniel: Half the time, she forgets she’s a princess and gets reminded at inconvenient moments.

Finrun: Before the darkening, he was fairly quiet (like his father) and doesn’t use his power unless he really, really needs to. Post-re-embodiment, everything’s fair game particularly as he gets lonelier and lonelier.

☁️ What’s something your OC wishes they could forget? Why is this? Or, what is something that your OC has forgotten? (or do both!)

Finvain: Alqualondë. It haunts her at night and (in true Lady Macbeth form) she can sometimes still feel the blood on her hands and tries to scrub it off. Killing was something that Finvain had never thought she would do (she’d barely even hunted before) and yet she managed to kill four Teleri sailors, one of whom she is fairly sure wasn’t yet at the age of majority. She never kills anything again bar orcs (and even then, only in the most dire situations).

Faniel: The Ice. It’s something that terrified her more than what she was capable of at Alqualondë. The Maiar there were like Ulmo’s but corrupted and evil and stole you away at night like the monsters she used to fear as a child. And things out of her control, like frostbite and the ice cracking, it left her world so completely uncontrollable and that is something that terrifies her. It is Ecthelion’s presence that is her biggest comfort when she has nightmares about it.

Finrun: Sometimes he wants to forget he ever had a family. Because then maybe his loneliness would disappear.

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“Finrun: Sometimes he wants to forget he ever had a family. Because then maybe his loneliness would disappear. ”

THAT HIT ME LIKE A SPEEDING TRUCK AND WACKED ME ACROSS SEVEN CONTINENTS.

Finrun makes me really sad because he was one of the babies of the family and was really close to the other babies but through chance and luck (bad or good is a debate) he ends up almost completely alone.

He makes me sad and I intend to give him love in the future.