#Finwëans

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

for real who is haunting the narrative more than míriel. the tengwar and the silmarils and a whole dynasty created because fëanor was maybe the only elf in aman to understand impermanence and loss enough to fear them. the noldorin crown passed on because finwë chose to spare his son another abandonment and died for it. gondolin and nargothrond and nevrast and lindon and hithlum established as realms and the silmaril coming back to valinor because indis had children with a widower. just something about míriel simultaneously being present everywhere in the story and also watching and recording it from outside unnoticed and without the power to ever intervene

[4nnatar]

Psst. Hi. Hello! Do you post a lot of Silmarillion content, especially Angbang, Silverfisting/Silvergifting, or Finwëans? Or do you post a lot of Legolas, Thranduil, or Elrond and his kids?

Then I'd really like it if you'd interact with this post so I can find and go follow you 😊

[inthehouseoffinwe]

Ok but does anyone else have those days where you just. Despise every single Noldo and Sinda from First Age Beleriand?

Like why were they all so stupid and petty over the most ridiculous things? Be like Finarfin and say no to the drama.

Finarfin has all those vibes of extended family living a continent away and yet you have to deal with the fallout and play therapist and sort out their problems and make sure everyone is ok because they can’t seem to keep their heads on straight for five minutes. (Finwëans are just your classic Brown Family TM returns-)

Part of me is like he should dump the lads who went to ME in a corner and get on with his life. Meet Indis and Findis for weekly brunch. Námo for tea on Wednesdays. Ulmo, Varda, Aulë, and Manwë are always willing to hang out too when they have the time.

Fëanor and Fingolfin, despite constantly fighting over who was most worthy of the crown, abandoned a whole group of their people. They and their followers were happy leaving them in tatters, no structure and a kinslaying hanging over their heads. It’s time they all learn what long term consequences are.

Oh they might first return feeling victorious and like what they did meant something, like they’re better than those who stayed, but did it really? Who captured Morgoth in the end?

Who made sure the Noldor had a place to return to at all in Valinor after what so many of their people did?

(In all honesty while there were some complicated relations for a bit, I don’t think the Teleri would actually blame Finarfin’s host. Maybe even have respect for them for turning back, understand the immediate grief would have initially driven them. There was a joint effort on both sides to move forward and support each other. Help deal with the heavy grief and anger left behind by all those who fled, the sorrow of friends and family gone.

I talked about this briefly, but I think there were a fair few intermarriages beteeen Noldor and Teleri with how close the two groups were. And I’m sure most of those with Telerin family stayed with Finarfin, helping rebuild those broken bonds.)

[i-did-not-mean-to]

A keychange

A good deal too late, but nonetheless...@tolkienremix

Here is my fic for the Tolkien Remix 2023...

A keychange

Words: 4 474

Characters: The Valar, The Finwëan widows, daughters, and sisters, the Finwëans...

Warnings: It takes places in Mandos...sadness, trauma, reference to past crimes

It's a Remix of SpaceWall's The Second Rebellion of the Noldor which is truly beautiful, touching, and incredibly interesting story!

I can only warmly recommend it to everyone!

My own humble remix offers a different point of view on the same story.

It has been kindly beta-ed by @cilil.

[melestasflight]

‘You have returned to Middle-earth for Maglor Fëanorion, you said?’ Elrond asks. ‘Yes, I am to beckon him come back to Valinor at last,’ Fingon answers hopefully. Few others had been willing to return to Middle-earth, and Fingon had already saved a Fëanorian cousin before. That made him more qualified for this task than most.

Had a blast writing this Fingon/Maglor for @silmsmutexchange based on @whovianofmidgard fantastic prompts. Shoutout to @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras and @mircallaruthven for helping me spin the Rohirrim worldbuilding. This was a new challenge for me.

[verecunda]

Getting emotional over the almost-forehead-touch between Galadriel and Celebrimbor on this fine morning. ;_____;

[astral-aromance]

A diplomatic meeting about the parentage of Gil-Galad hosted by High King Finarfin

General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Gen, M/M, Complete Work

Summary

Finarfin has requested that the remaining members of the house of Finwë discuss the parentage of the newly returned Gil-Galad in the early fourth age. Everyone has opinions, Finwëans have trouble behaving and poor Gil is in the middle of it.

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“To me it is very clear that he does unfortunately not come from our house,” Finarfin spoke. He was seated upon his royal throne at the head of the table in the great marble hall where diplomatic meetings were held since the reign of Finwë. “Finrod would never have betrayed Amarië, Artanis only had one child and she wouldn’t lie about that, neither would Angrod or my grandson. As for my other boy, we know that he had lost his heart to one that passed on, leaving no children. Besides, his hair is too dark.”

“Irissë only had Lómion, thank Eru that man hadn’t defiled her further.” Fingolfin spoke, thoughtfully holding his chin. “Elenwë passed on the Grinding Ice, and as fond as he is of my mother, Turgon vowed to never take another bride. He cannot be his. My dearest little Argon died before he ever wed. That leaves Fingon, but, of course, he was never wed.”

[vorbarrsultana]

another headcanon: finrod and fingon became truly close friends in helcaraxë. they spent a lot of time together because someone had to step up and be fingolfin's right and left hands. (fingolfin is sure he would have gone mad without them. fingon and finrod are sure they would have gone mad without each other.)

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

The most vexing gift

Characters: Fëanor, Fingolfin, Maglor, Maedhros

Themes: Soft

Warnings: None

Word count: 500+ words

Summary: Fingolfin presents Maglor with a gift on his begetting day.

A/n: This was inspired by @batsyforyou baby Maglor post

Minors DNI

Fëanor studied the strange box in his half-brother's hands with apprehension. "Pray what have you there, brother mine?"

"Tis a gift for Káno, brother." Fingolfin was all innocence, but the light flashing in his eyes gave rise to further suspicions. Fëanor believed this gift—whatever it was—was more than just a mere gift. "It is his begetting day, after all."

"Very well," came the reply. Fëanor did not wish to argue during his second son's begetting day. He comported himself with as much dignity as he could muster, and he moved to the side to allow his half-brother to meet his young son. "Come here, little one. Your uncle has come calling."

Maglor babbled merrily and ran as fast as his little feet could carry him. His laughter rattled around the receiving room as soon as he set his eyes on his father.

"Atar!" He cried, and then he turned to face his uncle. Maglor watched with eager eyes while Fingolfin dipped to his haunches and held out the box for his nephew to take.

"For your begetting day," Fingolfin cooed and looked on with growing amusement while his nephew fussed with the ribbon. He reached out and loosened the strips of silk himself when Maglor gave up and huffed in frustration. "I hope you like it."

A whoop of delight followed. Maglor pulled out a shiny, beaten gold drum and held it in his hands. He rewarded his uncle with a lopsided grin and made himself comfortable on the cool marble floor. A loud, shrill womp sound followed when he banged his fist onto the drum skin. Maglor laughed like it was the most wonderful sound he had ever heard. He banged his fist on the drum skin again. A second womp followed, and another, and another. Maglor looked at his uncle and babbled incoherently. Then he clutched the little drum to his chest and rose to his feet. Fëanor observed this all unfold before him, and with growing alarm. His second son adored anything that made noise, and this drum made ample noise. Maglor would be relentless in playing with his new toy, and at all hours too. They would know neither silence nor peace until he tired of it. Fëanor turned to face his brother, his eyes narrowed to thin slats.

"Of all the gifts," he began in a hushed whisper, "why this?"

"Like I said," answered Fingolfin, "it is merely a gift. One I am certain Káno would love."

A round of loud womp-womp-womps and more laughter followed. This time it came from the library. Maedhros was then heard encouraging his little brother to play even more. Fëanor nearly howled.

Fingolfin must be vexed over what I said about him during the last feast, he thought to himself. Yes. That must be the cause of this gift.

More shrill sounds were heard. And then Maglor began to sing. It was high-pitched and garbled, and it was very much the singing of a small child. Maedhros' cheers encouraged him.

"Ah, the joys of childhood." His half-brother continued. The smile that followed was both triumphant and vicious. "I must leave. Farewell, brother mine."

[crownedwithstars]

I really don't get the sense that Finwë or Thingol would throw punches at one another over the Silmaril debacle, it seems more likely that they would feel grief and regret over how everything unfolded... but for the sake of the argument, if someone was chewing on Mandos' walls trying to kick some ass, it wouldn't be Finwë.

[waitingforsecretsouls]

While the primary view of Maedhros fathername seems to be that it's a dig at Fingolfin, this ignores how the succession is very much not in question until the Valar get involved to banish the heir and the current king goes with him into exile (not to mention that it's exactly this position of Fëanor's which motivates Fingolfin's side of the jealousy). It's not spite to name Maedhros after his legitimate place in the succession. What's more, I find it very likely that, like Fëanor, his fathername might have initially been simply Finwë-the same as Finwë and Fëanor's own fathername ere it was modified later, making "Finwë third" an explicit acknowledgment of the threadline between Finwë, Fëanor and Maedhros that often gets reserved for the Fëanor-Curufin-Celebrimbor triumvirate-and only later changed to Nelyafinwë. But regardless it's still primary a connection to Fëanor's initial fathername and Finwë's name and the commonality between them (the line of succession as well as, I dare say, love and respect).

[verecunda]

Awww yes! Mirdania seems quite flattered when Annatar compares her to Galadriel. Imagine Galadriel becoming a role model to her! <3

I would have loved a meeting between Galadriel, Mirdania and Celebrimbor. What a great trio of friends they would have been.

[inthehouseoffinwe]

Finrod and Maedhros in the halls or post embodiment talking about Sauron.

Not about the torture or the agony they went through, more like gossiping on how much of a peacock he was, strutting around and bragging about how beautiful he is.

If you came across them in the street you’d think they’re talking about one of those overdressed Tirion nobles, but then you hear “I preferred his torture to his speeches because dear Eru those were a whole new level of pain-“

“Heard all of two before being mauled. Definitely preferred the werewolf.”

Celebrimbor sometimes joins these sessions but he’s got the additional years of having known Annatar and it’s therapeutic to talk about how self absorbed he was to people who really understand. Safe to say Maedhros and Finrod sombrely commiserate the kid on dealing with that for centuries.

“How did you two become friends??”

“I think his vanity numbed my brain.”

“That’s fair.”

[sunnyshinesunshine]

Instead of Elrond looking like some vague Finwëan-Sindar combo

Elrond looks a little different to everyone that sees him

His face doesn’t change. He is still very much Elrond Peredhel, but his features will always remind whoever sees him of some form of a regret.

He supposes it is a combination of being a healer and the descendent of Maia but he tries not to dwell too hard on it.

(It is very uncomfortable to be the image of the deepest wounds of another’s heart)

Nonetheless, it is difficult to heal one’s own soul without facing the reasons for its damage.

Elros Tar-Minyatur was the only one to ever look at Elrond and see only Elrond.

If this was because his blood matched Elrond’s, or because Elrond was Elros’ deepest regret, Elrond doesn’t particularly want to know

Maedhros, utterly predictably, saw Fingon, and in doing so, found both comfort and misery.

Occasionally he would see in Elrond the ghosts of all his brothers, and he would again face the knowledge that he was not able to save them from their doom and the dark void.

Maglor sees Maedhros, and feels regret, not for the violence or the death, but for days in far off Valinor, under the light of the Trees. Days of running off with friends, to sing, to compose, to preform for adoring fans, to do anything but stay at home and help Maitimo take care of their small army of younger siblings.

(Maybe then the title of eldest brother would weigh less heavy on Mae’s shoulders. Maybe then the responsibility of care for them all would not have driven him so far, and to such a bitter end.)

If Glorfindel is to be asked, he’d tell you Elrond appears to him as the spitting image of Turgon

If you are Erestor, you know Glorfindel mostly sees Maeglin, Maeglin young and quiet, Maeglin older and scared, but sometimes also Aredhel, defiant and ready to disappear into the woods without a sound

Elwing once looked upon her son and saw naught but the visage of her little brothers

Galadriel sees Finrod, as does Celebrimbor, for very different reasons, but mostly because they share the same kind of kindness, and there is little that marks a person better than that

In quieter moments Galadriel will glimpse what her husband sees, Lúthien, as she was after Beren died, solemn, trapped, and entombed in misery.

During Bilbo’s final years, he can’t quite remember what he first thought upon looking on Elrond’s face (he’s sure it’s written down somewhere) but in those last days, he sometimes sees Frodo, wary and so very afraid. But mostly Elrond resembles Thorin and that is something Bilbo shall never set to paper

(Someday, in a time far beyond the counting of years, Fëanor will find himself staring at the face of his grandchild and seeing the eyes of Míriel Þerindë above the features Indis and will have a very small, very quiet meltdown.

[silmarillaure]

Maglor is more appealing when he’s not characterized as a diva because it sets him apart from the other Finwëan bards.

Finrod likes shiny things and is popular and loved and sociable, Fingon wears golden ribbons in his hair which is such a diva thing to do …Maglor is this depressed weirdo prodigy from an infamous family everyone hates who’s both very problematic yet known to have his wise and well liked mother’s temperament.

There’s just this rawness to him that his flashier cousins don’t have because he doesn’t need to be the best liked for everyone to know he’s the best bard.

[inthehouseoffinwe]

Now imagining Fëanor and Fingolfin on opposite sides of Valinor coming together when their kids are a couple of years old (because Finwë’s the only one who knew the names were basically the same and purposely kept them apart) and just. Fuming. When they find out.

Meanwhile Fingon and Maglor are having the time of their lives and keep running around calling each other ‘Káno.’ Their looks and voices are so similar at this young age (and maybe even when they get older) that even their parents are struggling to tell them apart. Because of course they end up dressed in the same colours.

Maedhros as Resident Oldest Brother TM is the only one who always knows. Except he’s part of the little ones’ shenanigans too 😂

K so when what I supposed to realize that Findekano is the backwards form of Kanafinwe?