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So I had a thought.

Like we all know Elrond is a great healer, the best in middle earth but what if...

What if when someone said that Elrond is a healer, they meant he is a healer like Fëanor is a smith, like Maglor is a singer, like Earendil is a mainer, like Maedhros is a warlord, like Fingon is valiant, like Fingolfin is a warrior, like Celegrom is a hunter.

So let's then throw Elrond into Valinor and let everyone there discover that fact. Let everyone discover another genius among geniuses that the House of Finwë has spawned on them all.

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Then he decided to try something else and dressed like a Sinda because surely they can't give him problems over him dressing like the other half of his ancestors, right? Right?!

Wrong! Elves who never left Valinor are looking at him like he was crazy for dressing like that while admiring his intense beauty.

Those who did leave Valinor AND meet someone of Elronds Sindar family are pale because he looks like Luthiens male twin without trying to. Finrod almost passed out when he saw him because he was sure he saw Luthiens twin walk into the room.

Galadriel is quite smug about not warning Elrond how much a like to his ancestor he really looks like. And she relishes the chaos that is thus created.

Bonus is Fëanorians are already re-embodied and Curufin and Celegrom see him. They both would like to ask when did this happen and who the fuck is this. And then this male Luthien goes to their older brother's and is like "Atto, Atya!". They are not having a good time.

And then someone somehow convinced Elrond to sing and ups. Turns out that his holding a valley hidden from Sauron for an age, using and sustaining a ring of power and living through a fading in Middle Earth had made him weaker but now that he rested in Valinor we find out Elrond is quite powerful here. And so everyone falls over each other in shock.

Concept: Elrond is, by Middle-Earth standards, a perfectly respectable level of fancy. You know, he's an elf-lord, he has plenty of robes with intricate embroidery or layers of flowing fabric, he wears finely-crafted jewelry, especially during formal occasions. He's elegant, but not gaudy– there are some tasteful references to his various ancestors in his outfits, he's got a whole image. He assumes that this is like, standard for the Noldor.

What Elrond failed to realize when he sailed to Valinor is that the expectations for "Middle-Earth elf lord with vaguely Noldorian implications" and "Noldor prince in the Blessed Realm" are two very different things. He goes to a feast and everyone is dressed like they'll die if they're not wearing four layers of skirts and at least 20 pounds of gems and precious metals. He shows up to Finarfin's court wearing more jewelry than he ever would've worn in Rivendell and people still flash him strange looks and ask him whether he wasn't feeling up to dressing up that night. He'll braid his hair in the half-up half-down style he often wore in Rivendell and it'll cause a scandal because– gasp– Elrond had part of his hair loose. In public. Noldor keep giving him jewelry because they've collectively decided that he's clearly been deprived in Middle Earth. He's confused and a little bit afraid, frankly.

Thankfully, most of the attention is taken off Elrond when Tirion is engulfed in drama the likes of which hasn't been seen for hundreds of years. The cause? Galadriel showing up in Tirion with her hair entirely loose, and no jewelry to speak of. Her robes are entirely plain. Her only adornment is her unbearably smug smirk.

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Morgoth hated the Feanorians. Or no, that's not quite it. He hated the Finwëans, he loathed them.

The whole line of Finwe had his hatred (and the hatred of Sauron as well, but that's a bit different pice of cake).

He hated them because that whole lineage, from Finwe himself to his very last descendants were the only ones of this world who could look him in the eyes and stand straight, to oppose him.

(Because Luthien doesn't count, now does she? She wasn't fully of the Eldar after all, no. She was other, and half. But the line of Finwe had no such advantages!)

Morgoth hated and feared them, thought not in ways that often could be perceived.

He saw weak, worthless elves who could look at him and say 'you are nothing'. Elves who could look the Darkness into the eyes and burn brighter, bright enough to banish the shadows.

Finwe, who stood between him and the Silmarils (Morgoth was wrong, Finwe wasn't protecting the Silmarils only). The High King of the Noldor who knew he will die and died with his head high and back unbroken, with eyes fearless and blood boiling with fire (where did you think Feanor got it from huh?).

Feanor, who slammed the door in his face, who spat and ragged and could not be contained. Feanor who he manipulated but couldn't corrupt. Feanor who lost only due to himself, whose death was his own no matter what Morgoth would give to be able to say that the Spirit of Fire was his at the end.

Maitimo, Maedhros, who endured torment and torture, humiliation and agony under which any other would break. Nelyafinwe who was rescued and came back, making himself the wall and shield between Morgoth and the whole world. Russandol who died by his own hand, because of his own pain and his own mind, his own actions. He who was never Morgoths, even at his lowest.

Maglor, a singer of such renown and talent one could be forgiven for mistaking him for a Maia. Makalaure who bend the reality in ways that should have been impossible to the elves and that were alien to Ainur. Kanafinwe who walks upon Middle Earth, enduring through his pain because it is his, his crimes, his mind, his hands. He is his own.

Celegrom who was hild, of the forest and rivers and streams, of the Hunt. Turcafinwe who rode against dark beasts and hunted in Oromes train long before Morgoths was released. Tyelkormo the Fair, the Cruel, master of his own soul, untamed and free as the wind. He who looked upon the shadows and walked right through them, he who looked at it and grinned with blood on his mouth and said at it 'i am better'.

Caranthir, never seen or heard but always there. Morifinwe who walked the thin line of Dark and Light with ease seen in none other before. Carnistir who burned with cold fire and walked in the shadows of others with skill unparalleled. He who was called The Dark, and he who carried that name with grace of the night sky. Unbending, master of his own life.

Curufin, so like his father and yet so different. Atarince who instead of jewels made draggers, he who forged armour that somehow was as unbreakable as the house that wore it. Curufinwe, The Crafty they called him, not knowing how close to the truth they were. He burned brightly, which made it all more tragic when he met his own end.

Ambarussa, one never without the other, red hair as the fire raging within. Amrod and Amras, wild as Celegrom, yet as silent as Caranthir. They who were twins, one an extension of the other. They who were so like their brothers, while being entirely different. They who burned the hottest.

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So this topic has been in my head for some time now but I finally have the motivation to write about it.

We all know about the Noldor High Kings, so I shall not bore you with recounting them all and their frankly dramatic history. I shall instead skip ahead to the official last one of them. Gil-Galad.

He died, fighting against Sauron bringing about the start of the end of the era of elves in Middle Earth (at least in my opinion.)

And officially, he was the last High King of the Noldor in Middle Earth. Mostly because there just wasn't so much of them that they absolutely needed a High King, considering that only Rivendell and Loth Lorien (did I write that right?) was left.

Everything would be great if we left it there but! I want to point something out.

The fact that Elrond was basically doing the job after Gil-Galads death, only without the title itself.

He doesn't want it. Even though he had an even bigger claim to it than Gil-Galad, what with his unconfirmed lineage. But Elrond doesn't want it.

More so, he doesn't realise that he's doing the job after Gil-Galads death. The denial ability this half elf has is great.

And we see it in the Lord of the Rings somewhat. Like, you need advice - you go to Elrond, someone has done something - you rat them out to Elrond, the evil forces are gathering - report to Elrond.

He has become this figure of knowledge and advice for many people, not only elves as seen during the Council of Elrond in Fellowship of the Ring.

And technically Galadriel could be that role, but as seen in Boromis and Gimlis reaction when they reach the Golden Forest (is that the right name? I can't for the love of Valar remember it). Both of them, one man and a dwarf, expect to be attacked. They are sure that they are walking into a trap of some kind, that they are in danger.

Meanwhile people go to Rivendell for advice and help, and usually are sure to receive it.

So yeah, my take is that Elrond has been the High King from Gil-Galads death until his departure to Valinor and he was obvious to it all. I don't know if that makes sense to anyone else but. Yeah.

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He also once imitated Finwë to stop his father and uncle from arguing in front of palace gates. After that accident, he was forbidden from doing so ever again. (He didn't listen)

maglor does the scariest impressions. Once, he walked in on Maedhros and fingon and said in his feanor voice, ‘what is going on here?’ Mae almost had a heart attack.

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I have this new take on Elrond and his looks/connection to his ancestry/how he's precived.

This is something of a cumulation of posts I have read that talked about things like:

How people see Elrond as physically most a like to people they want to see at first

How Elrond accidentally became a Patron of Unions/Marriage

How Men think he's incredibly Elven and Elves think he looks a lot like a Men

How no matter how he dressed in Valinor his always gonna turn heads and concerned questions (specially from the Noldor)

And of him being more Maia/Eldritch

Him being a Feanorian (I don't really know if that's relevant but I see him as one so that might affect how I write about him below 👇)

(some of these can be found on my profile/in my posts if anyone interested)

Alright, having said all that, I can now being.

So, men don't really have great memory of times past. But! Let's assume that some kind of knowledge of Doriath had survived long enough into the Second Age, that when Men generally knew about Rivendell they had accidentally between generations lost the distinction between Doriath and Rivendell.

Let's be honest, if the common folk have such stories, then somethings must get lost between generations. And the nobles also at some point might have for some time lost the distinction, I would totally believe that.

Anyways, and so, there is this legend/myth going around Men that the Hidden Elven City is and always was Rivendell (they might get a little fussed up with Gondolin but less so than Doriath I think). And they all agree that the Realm/City is ruled by a powerful being/spirit (they don't remember maiar anymore, but if they did, it would be a Maia ruling the Hidden Elven City/Realm).

So sometimes, when an injured man stumbles his way into Rivendell, and maybe they make the connection with our lovely Valley and their myths/legends. And then they are introduced to the healer who brought them back from the brink of death (Lord of the Valley Elrond). The men is pretty sure it was a woman ruling the Hidden Elven City, but it also could've meant Lord Elrond's wife (she probably passed away, the men mused later to justify his own thoughts. Because the death of a spouse isn't something new to men), or really, the Lord is beautiful enough to pass for a woman. The men doesn't say anything, he stays respectful. And when he leaves, he talks about the spirit who brought him back from the dead, saved him with a miracle from the heavens, of his kindness and beauty. The myth grows.

And maybe, along the way this belief becomes so strong something in Elrond awakens. After all, the blood of Ainur is strong, was strong in Luthien, almost overwhelming her elven nature. Was visible in Dior as all who looked at him found themselves failing to their knees in awe, feeling the fulfilment of their search for beauty. It had became stronger in Elwing, who used the Silmaril as the only light in her life, who as a small girl-queen only had this one thing left of her family. Elwing who unknowingly became stronger from this exposure, who feed her Ainur blood with light and strengthened herself until when she fell all Ulmo had to do to change her form was to give her a push in the right direction.

And it all came down to Elrond. Elrond who as a child, a newborn, was exposed to the light of the Silmaril, who after his kidnapping/impromptu adoption was nurtured by two powerful Elves of Valinor, by Eldest Sons of Feanor the Fire Spirit, who despite what some would like to forget had the blood of Finwë running in his veins alongs side the blood of Melian and Thingol. Elrond who held a Ring of Power and stood straight under its weight, who created a sanctuary in the darkness. The Lord of Rivendell who, knowingly or not, had created the only thing that could rival the Griddle of Doriath and even surpass it with it's complexity.

Elrond had became something more along the way. Even though many saw a man in him, others an elf. Elrond lived up to his ancestors and became more as they have. The Lord of Rivendell became a legend, a myth, a figure and an idea. And you can't kill ideas. So what if, he was something more? It didn't really matter at the end, because it was Elrond, kind as summer and wise as a wizard. And he protected his people.

So, when he sailed to Valinor, the only people who were suprised by his power/presence he had were those who never met him before. If a few Maiar were watching invisibly to elves as he arrived and he saw them then what? No one will call him out.

And even if he had became more elf than men, and then more Maia than elf along his long journey of life. It doesn't change anything at the end. Because the Lord of Rivendell was still the same.

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Elves with long hair!

Like we all know that all elves (at least in movies, idk about the books) have long hair, regardless of gender.

But what if, hair symbolises how long you have lived. Shows your wisdom. Finwës hair was dragging behind him when he died despite having cut it to his shoulders after Miriel died.

Fëanors was constantly kept at middle of his back, symbolising his constant grief for his mother.

Fingolfins hair was close to dragging on the floor when he faced Morgoth. All of it was carefully braided by the hands of Fingon a few days prior.

Maedhros' hair was a little lower than his waist before Sauron cut it off entirely.

Fingons was mostly kept short on the ice because it would freeze and weight him down but if he continued to grow it he would had it to his knees when he reached Beleriand.

Turgon had his hair kept past his waist as a symbol of his grief but one not without joy. When he died his hair had been burnt to his shoulders.

Celebrimbor never answered the questions of how long was his hair because then he would have to admit to having cut it (not entirety short, just enough he would feel it but others would not see it) when his father and uncles died at Doriah.

Elronds hair was just reaching his knees when he cut it for his brothers death. When Celebrian sailed he once again cut it, this time to his middle-back because there could be a reunion in the future. When he finally sailed his hair was touching his ankles.

Gil-Galad kept his hair to his knees, and always dogged the questions of it's length. He truly did not want to explain why he kept his hair so short.

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Headcannon:

In Numenor the Fëanorians are remembered as tragic characters/heroes.

They talk all about their crimes all right. But they also talk about their tragedy and their pain and the world being set against them from the very start.

The Fëanorians aren't some boogyman. They are protectors who broke, who couldn't go on and stumbled down a line they shouldn't.

They are the symbol of oath wrongly sworn. They symbolise the importance of oaths' and they caution all who attempt to swear something.

The Fëanorians aren't just kinslayers. They are so much more. And that knowledge is passed down all the way to Gondor.

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So, I just re-read it.. and I kinda want a continuation of some kind by the author.

If only to see Thingol try and figure out the situation. Would he be out raged? If so, then by what?

He has a daughter after all and at the end of the day, Finwe was his friend. If only in that friendships memory, would Thingol actually punish Eol?

I would like to see this situation but from different perspectives? Or maybe the aftermath. I feel like something like this could have brought them together, made them a little more united as well.

I would love to see how Fingolfin reacts to the whole situation, as a father, a grandfather even, of a female/woman/girl/elleth (couldn't decide which to use).

I feel like Fingolfin would be mad as well, and I think he would care not only as a father but an uncle as well. Because at the end of the day, Fingolfin cared about his older brother, no matter Feanors fault at that point in time. And even if there was hatred there, I don't see Fingolfin redirecting that hatred at his nephews and niece(s?). He'd want to me different than his brother in that area.

Also, coming back to Thingol, or rather going to his wife. I don't see Melian sending for such a thing, like she's a Maia yeah, but a female one. And she probably wouldn't like such words from anyone, and she'd be disappointed 100%. Even if Thingol didn't want to punish Eol because 'Noldor', I am pretty sure Melian would do something on her own as a Queen can, or she'd convince him to punish Eol if only for the insult towards all women.

And Luthien, I think even she'd get involved of her mother didn't do the job. Because, Luthien who rescued her lover and faced Sauron is the same Luthien before she did all that. And I personally think she'd hate the nonsense Eol was spitting out right there.

Circling back to the aftermath of this. I'd love to see how Caranthir deals with it, like I had been under undesired eyes such as this, not in such an extreme and I was only mildly uncomfortable before I got out of the situation but. I think after something like that she'd be shaken. How would her brother's support her, after the delegation left? And would the realisation set in before or after the Feanorians themselves got away from the meeting room. Would this show their cousins the more vulnerable side of their half-cousins? Would this allow for bonding between the broken family?

And lastly, the last line that Fingon says there.

'made an enemy of the House of Finwe'

And I just. The implications that they would and will unite despite differences (without any protests from others present). Let's be honest, the might of this household is great even before they start to multiply in Beleriand and before Elrond gets thrown into all this.

Finwe had five children, three of whom had at least four kids (Feanor → seven. Fingolfin → four. Finarfin → four) and some already having kids of their own. This brings us up to a considerable amount of elves with their own influence, fractions and specialties.

And while the rest might have been overshadowed by Feanor, it doesn't make the other children of Finwe any less formidable, even if it certain fileds. As such this threat isn't something to just think 'cool' and move on.

The mere political implications of such a united front from the fractured house is something serious. And while Eol in his arrogance probably won't see that, the others of the delegation certainly would. Thingol probably would see it too.

So yeah, I want to see all this. But since I'm not a really good writer I don't think that's gonna happen anytime soon.

Summary: In which Eol is his usual unpleasant self and gets on the bad side of every single Noldor in attendance

There was a round wooden table sparsely lit with candles while the wind howled and echoed outside the stone keep of Himring. Around the table were seated several lords of Doriath, a considerable portion of the grandchildren of Finwe and a few more senior generals.

Eol was leading the delegation and they all knew that they were running into a dead end, as they had been once they’d dispatched with the bare minimum of passive aggressive greetings. He was clearly disinclined to give the Noldor any of the trade deals or military support they were asking for and there was little reason for him to try and reach a deal, as they had nothing the Sindar particularly needed. Thingol would certainly not care either way, in fact he may be more pleased with him if he did end up just wasting the kinslayers’ time.

They’d been at it hours, going in circles until most in attendance were resting their chins in their hands and staring listlessly at the same proposals before them, rendered meaningless by repetition. Suddenly an idea occurred to him, he spoke, interrupting a point the Noldor king’s son had been making and the Noldor all turned to look at him, both in shock that he’d interrupt their highest ranking prince and surprise that he’d finally began to show some interest in the proceedings and contribute for a change.

‘I think we can all see that this is going nowhere. I do not wish to do business with you and I should need considerable incentive to change my mind.’ Eyebrows were raised at this bluntness but none could deny that this was an accurate summary of events.

‘And what incentive did you have in mind?’ this was said in a mocking tone by one of the Feanorians, a blonde who had done nothing but smirk arrogantly over the course of the meeting.

Eol straightened up and voiced the proposal he’d come up with, ‘Well I think a bride would make a pleasing good will gift as a show of your commitment. A woman is a fine enough prize and my willingness to take on the challenge of taming one of you Noldor sufficiently, with all I’ve heard of you letting your females fight, to make one fit for a Sindar court is payment enough.’

Some of his delegation nodded, perhaps it could be a way of creating good faith potentially (oddly diplomatic by his standards) but the Noldor looked taken aback. Perhaps their society was not accustomed to political negotiations not involving the threat of violence.

The leading golden haired prince from the slightly less murderous side of the family, though all the Noldor were tainted with the blood of the Teleri, spoke first, clearly attempting to make peace as if Eol had just issued a grave insult. ‘I’m afraid such marriages are not in our custom. We do not have a supply of women ready to be auctioned off to the highest bidder.’ His tone remained light as if Eol had simply made a badly timed joke and was being forgiven.

‘What about that one?’ His eyes travelled to a raven haired lady sitting at the table next to the arrogant blonde from earlier. She had seemed engrossed in her note consulting and all that was said as if she were actually involved in decision making, Noldor women were strange creatures but at least she hadn’t presumed to speak herself.

Though the bloodthirsty nature of the Noldor repulsed him he could clearly see why they were renowned for their beauty from her flushed cheeks and soft figure. He continued, oblivious to the room suddenly going so silent it was as if all the noise had been sucked out of it and left only with tension.

‘She must be of high enough social status to be permitted sit in, and none of you are reported to have wives. She’s certainly pleasing enough to the eyes, and healthy too, she could bear me good heirs for my house. She’d do very nicely I think.’

He’d directed this towards all of them in general, and did not notice the moment that the woman in question had heard him and slowly lowered her pen and raised her head while listening to him speak. He did not notice the way she stiffened at his words, frozen to the spot and clenched her hands into fists.

He received a reply after a moment of silence from the crown prince. His voice was quiet and shook slightly as if in horror, ‘Are you talking about Caranthir?’

He shrugged ‘If that is what she is called.’

He did not not notice how much paler all the Noldor in the room went as he let his eyes cast a lingering assessing gaze over the woman’s curves. He was not looking in her eyes and so missed how they widened in discomfort until he glanced up a second and grinned at her, relishing how she hardened her gaze into a blistering glare and his leering at her seemed to make her shrink back.

‘Yes she’ll do nicely. Seems to be some fight in there but if I took her off your hands I could straighten that right out of her, she’d be sweet and submissive for me in no time. A strong hand at the beginning is all, you Noldor make too many allowances for your women, it makes them insolent.’

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Even his own delegation looked uncomfortable with his words now, clearly Eol’s views on how to treat a wife were not ones that many would like to see as that of their culture as a whole. Many were looking at him wide eyed, practically begging him to just stop talking.

Of course Fingon was much less concerned about the Sindar right now than trying to avoid this escalating further, though with both his and Finrod’s attempts to give him hints to avoid digging himself further and further into a very dangerous hole going thoroughly unheeded he wasn’t sure what else there was to say.

After all they had probably arrived at the highest possible level of escalation short of holding swords to everyone’s throats and setting the room on fire when a Sindar lord expressed, in full hearing of all six of Feanor’s sons, a desire to rape Caranthir.

Worse still, going by her uncharacteristic stillness he’d actually managed to scare her. He’d never had a particularly close relationship with her and he knew she could certainly take care of herself but all the same in that moment he was indescribably furious himself towards the person responsible for her unease.

His thoughts of Aredhel, mercifully still in Nevrast with Turgon and not in the presence of this disgusting excuse for an elf, did not do anything to make him think more rationally. The idea that someone could even think to talk or look at someone in that manner, if someone had behaved like that to Aredhel- really he was impressed Maedhros hadn’t slit all their throats yet, he wasn’t sure he’d have the same restraint.

On reflection perhaps Maedhros and his brother were simply in shock, tinder just waiting for a light that came in the form of a single split second glance of distress to the lord sitting in the centre of the table.

Maedhros sprung out of his paralysis, his sister had signalled to him that she was distressed and that was enough for him.

‘That is enough.’ And his voice was not a yell, but still more full of rage than any yell could have been.

‘That is the daughter of Feanor you are addressing, and she far outranks you any aspect of status, ability or character you could imagine. She is certainly not some prize to be bargained with and will make her own decisions on who she chooses to marry or will not marry at all. I would never dream condemn her to a life with a person like you if you offered a silmaril in her place.’

As Maedhros unleashed the full force of his famed wrath on that wretched creature Curufin was mostly distracted from making any proclamations of his own by trying to warn Celegorm against flinging himself across the table with no weapons but his nails and teeth, at least until Maedhros had finished speaking. Amrod and Amras were reluctantly waiting but menacingly sharpening daggers while making full eye contact.

Maglor gave his full focus to the subject of his protective fury, he was talking to her in hushed tones and, with slow caution, placed his hand on hers, receiving an uncertain smile of reassurance in return from the still slightly shaking nís.

‘So get your filthy eyes off my sister right this second or there is no power in all of Arda that could keep me from cutting them from your head.’

He seemed to take a moment longer to decide what action he could afford to take, right this second Fingon knew he wished nothing more than to kill him in some horrible manner and though he could not really blame him both of them knew there would be repercussions.

In all technicality Maedhros could not make proclamations and decisions in regards to Doriath without conferring with the High King but neither Fingon more his father would have dreamed of saying that this matter was in anyone but the Feanorian’s power. Whatever they decided he would see to it that all their factions knew it to have the full backing of the Noldor as a whole and he knew Finrod would assist him there; in the name of Galadriel and Aredhel if not of Caranthir.

He did not let his blazing gaze falter for even a moment as he continued, ‘You will leave this place right this moment and never darken my doorstep again. No land of the Noldor or those who wish to be our allies or trade partners may permit you entry or any other form of assistance.’

‘If I find you have ever so much as spoken one word to her, in a letter or if you somehow manage to be in her presence again, you will consider that a death warrant signed. I will send an emissary to Doriath who your king will permit entry to explain what you have done and your fellow delegates,’ here he glanced threateningly along all the Sindar present, ‘will corroborate his story. I’m aware Thingol distrusts our people, thinks of us as his enemies. If he does not see fit to punish you in some manner he will learn what it is to have made an enemy of the House of Finwë.’

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Tolkien writing idea:

Elrond, being male Luthien come again with all the beauty and grace and that Eldrich power, meeting Fëanorians.

Like it's Fourth Age, the Fëanorians have been released from Mandos and he just came from Middle Earth with Maglor. And Elrond in all his Male Luthien glory meets Fëanorians.

Maedhros would not notice, not having meet Luthien and having known Elrond as a little kid running under everyones feet. Maglor same, he maybe would be a little surprised at first after adoption (kidnapping) that both twins are strong in Song. But otherwise? Nothing spectacular.

Till in Fourth Age in Valinor Elrond meets Celegrom and Curufin, who both meet Luthien (and I firmly believe that Celebrimbor didn't say anything about the uncanny resemblance just to mess with people and not let Elrond know), and now see her male twin calling their two older brothers his fathers.

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Was it ever explicitly stated that Celebrimbor has dark hair? I don't know. But!

If there isn't then, imagine. Celebrimbor, silver haired and looking just like his great-grandmother. Little Celebrimbor, running around Valinor, possessing an incredible likeness to his Uncle Celegrom.

Feanor looking at Celebrimbor and while seeing a ghost, managing to see past it, seeing the brilliant mind and feeling pride in his chest.

And Curufin, whose favourite brother had grown to adore his nephew. (All of the seven did, but Celegrom incredibly so). Looking at the scene of two silver heads in his backyard and hiding a smile at the loud laughter of Celebrimbor.

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Somewhat recently I have encountered a person who had the opinion of Feanorians being completely at fault for their crimes (which, I am not going to much object to that, to be clear) and monsters who knew exactly what they were doing and just not caring. Or at least something along those lines because I will not be quoting them here, nor will I say who was it as it is not an attack at this person specifically.

I only want to vent out, so here I am.

Because honestly? In my opinion saying that Feanorians were completely at fault and total monsters, enjoying the pain their caused and tralarala, is like saying that WW (One or Two, really) was the fault of one country. It's like ignoring the context of the situation and saying what suits you best.

Because like it or not, at every Kinslaying both sides killed. And sure, the attacked party may have done it in self defense BUT you can not tell me that not a one elf hasn't killed to cause pain.

It was a battle, bloody and chaotic. And emotions ran high.

But even then. Feanorians tried the diplomatic solution! They did not want to commit a kinslaying anymore than the slayed wanted to be dead.

So, call me naive or whatever, but I firmly believe some fault of the situation occurring was at Thingol, Dior and Elwings feet.

I am not saying this to make them look bad or evil or otherwise in a bad light. Eru knows I don't have a problem with them considering Elrond is my favourite character.

But, having the choice to give up a, no matter how beautiful or "precious", shining rock and ensuring the safety of my people? Or even just my family?

The answer is quite easy, I think.

So really, please don't tell me that Feanorians only hold the blame for Third Kinslaying or even the Second. (The First one isn't really my speciality and I honestly don't have an opinion about it).

That's just simplifying thing's for your convenience rather than seeing that it isn't as black and white as we would like.

Once again, this isn't me saying Feanorians are innocent, because they aren't. But remember that every story and conflict has more than one side, and it is almost never an option to say one is right and the other wrong.

[mamwieleimion]

Hello, I absolutely am not writing this to argue because you have a point. It's just, I wanna share my opinion? No hard feelings I hope.

Anyways. I understand your point of view but I want to show you a screenshot shot of a post I found and the talk about it.

I personally think Elwing was a victim of her circumstances but to say she's blameless is, in my opinion, being willfully ignorant of a person's flaws.

She had seen with her own eyes, had been driven from her home, by the Feanorians, she experienced their destruction and yet she refuses to do everything she can to protect herself, her people and most importantly her son's from such fate because of what? Because her grandmother stole a jewel from Morgoth, who in turn stole it himself? Does that make it right?

Now, I am not trying to justify the Feanorians. What they did was horrendous and monstrous. But. To say they are monsters only, to ignore the centuries they commited to protecting everyone from Morgoth, to forget about the latter begging Thingol, Dior and Elwing to surrender the Silmaril, to not let it come to more bloodshed.

So you see here. There are many reasons of why the First Age happened as it did, not least among them being that none had any good courses of action to take, only having bad choices before them.

Just, don't blindly throw accusations and blame on the feet of Feanorians, ignoring the complicated and awful situation everyone living at that time were in.

That's it. If you have any feedback (or if anyone had any really) I'd love to hear it! I hope I didn't offend you, for that was not my intention.

hope those people who desperately try to paint elwing as being to blame for the destruction of sirion while exonerating the feanorians continue to cope and scream and seethe that she is canonically a hero and a victim, and they are canonically the villains and the assailants <3

[mamwieleimion]

Feanorians had that fire to them. You could easily see it in Feanor, everyone always talked about it hut never what it meant.

For him, in him, that fire allowed to shine. His fire made him even more brilliant, made others look at him and want to follow. His fire made him unique to himself, and no one could ever disagree, because you could feel it in the air around him. (All Finweans had that to some degree, the aura of power surrounding them. No one, not even them, could explain it)

Now see, Feanor gave his sons that fire. But they were more subtle about it. You could see it if you really looked ta them, in their eyes. That behind Tree Light, there was something more, their feas shinning through it.

It was that fire that made their allies stronger, steadier in a battle, more confident. And it was that fire that made their enemies run screaming, that made them feared. Because in battle they would be an inferno, loud, seemingly unstoppable. That fire was what made their followers so loyal, and their enemies so fearful.

It was that fire that first attracted Morgoth (Silmarils came later, not by much, maybe a day or two). It was that fire that made them a threat, if only they truly united.

That fire made them dangerous.

So it was only a matter of time before Morgoth's machinations focused on ruining them, on extinguishing their fire. And they Fell so gloriously that everyone would still talk about it and flinch at the colour red, long after their deaths.

[mamwieleimion]

How often do you think Namo has to stop a rebellion from forming in his halls? That's a huge topic, the number of leaders of such a rebellion isn't small but, I want to talk about the beginning days of First Age/after the Darkening.

I think Namo first tried to keep Feanor contained, but that didn't work out very well for anyone involved. So he made a different plan.

He send Feanor towards the dead Avari. Like, com on, you can't tell me Feanor wouldn't be fascinated to learn as much as he could from them! Not only that, but imagine his delight at learning their language, and finding out about the writing system and all the other things he died too early to discover.

He'd be occupied for a decade at least.

What Namo does next is try therapy or something. I don't know. I haven't figured out that one yet. I will get there, someday.

[mamwieleimion]

Elrond and Elros

So I have this theory. What if during the third kin slaying Elrond and Elros didn't exactly knew who is who. Like lets say Elwing was the only one who could distinguish between them, and they themselves as twins have never really seen a need to be separated by names.

And then the kin slaying happens and the twins get taken in by Feanorians who can't tell them apart (because Elrond and Elros exchange names every few days and answer to both).

It gets even better if you consider that the twins used the name Elros as the mastermind every time they got in trouble so that 'Elrond' could always plead innocent.

And then comes the choice, and they chose differently, and they know that now they have to be distinguished. And so they talk and it goes somewhat like this:

'Elrond': "So.. Which name do you want?"

'Elros': "I like Elrond best, what about you?"

Elros: "I like Elros more. So, from now on I'm Elros-"

Elrond: "And I'm Elrond."

They still answer to both names, they still carry both of them close to their hearts but to the whole world they are different, distinguishable. The twins still exchange names when they are alone and when Elros dies Elrond never again uses their shared name for it hurts to be the only one to carry them both.