#amlach

[sallysavestheday]

Deeper Roots than Reason

Self-reblog because my story for this amazing art (Eight Hands of the Oath by Terracotta_Toll) is finally live!

Genfic, 5,600 words. The Oath of Fëanor makes its way across history and cultures, dragging Doom in its wake. Featuring Maedhros, Amlach, Fingon, Maglor, Elrond, Elros, Finrod, Elendil, and Isildur.

Here's a snippet:

In the turmoil of his furious, seeking mind a memory flared – but not his own: steel under torchlight; eight blades shining. His own grief and hatred and hunger for vengeance rose to meet it, as a faint call echoed: Neither law, nor love, nor league of swords, dread nor danger, not Doom itself shall defend him…on the holy mountain hear in witness and our vow remember. “Yes!” Amlach gasped. “My Lord! My Lord!” Then he was shuddering to his knees with Maedhros’ hand on his shoulder, his mind his own again, his cheeks wet with sudden tears. “Will you serve me, Amlach?” Maedhros asked, with dangerous tenderness. And Amlach drew himself to steadiness and breathed. “Yes, my lord. I and my people, for as long as you will have us. To whatever end."

Thanks for another great year, @tolkienrsb!

[meadowlarkx]

1 - "On a time of autumn he came in the dusk of evening, and drawing near he saw as he thought a light at the window; and coming warily he looked within."

2 - "But there arose one who seemed to all to be Amlach son of Imlach, speaking fell words that shook the hearts of all who heard him."

Late but heartfelt submission for @tolkienhorrorweek Day 1, "seeth all things crooked." I love the eerie illusion of these Silmarillion moments with Gorlim and Amlach. Although in canon the vision of Eilinel at the window is starving and worn, I have always tended to imagine her alluring and well-groomed, a symbol of the home Gorlim and the Bëorians have lost.

[tar-maitime]

back to back, birds of a feather

For @maedhrosmaglorweek Day 3: Himring and the Gap Prompt: Fealty and loyalty

“But my lord...” Amlach swallows hard, then dares to continue his question. “How did your sister come to be the head of your House?”

It is not that it is unheard of among Men for a woman to take up leadership. Lady Haleth of the Haladin is probably the best-known instance - and she went into battle, too, as Lady Maedhros does. But  Haleth had taken up leadership after her father and brother had fallen and there was no one else available. Lady Maedhros has six living brothers, the eldest of whom Amlach had mistakenly addressed as head of the House of Fëanor until Lord Maglor, surprised, had told him he had the wrong person.

Fortunately, Lord Maglor does not seem offended by the question. “The Eldar, for the most part, do not divide the duties of male and female as Men do,” he says simply. “My sister is the eldest of us, and of a mind to lead, and so the headship is her right.” He pauses. “And in truth, even if it were not her right by the custom of our people, I would still cede the command to her, for she is made for it and I am not.”

Amlach considers this. It is not a perspective he had ever thought of before. He has no sisters, elder or younger, but those of his friends who do would not, he thinks, take so easily to such an arrangement.

“Does it not chafe you, to be thus under your sister’s dominion?” he ventures, since Lord Maglor has been so gracious with his queries thus far. “Or does she deal more easily with you, since you are kin?” Or perhaps, he thinks, Lady Maedhros holds no real power at all, and is merely a figurehead while her brother is truly in charge, but he does not say this aloud. 

Lord Maglor laughs, shaking his head. “My sister does not dominate, as you put it. Those who give her their loyalty do so gladly and freely, and while she commands, she is no slave driver - that is the work of the Enemy in the north. As for me, I would hardly describe myself as subjugated to her. She has my loyalty, and I have hers, and it is the same with our brothers, though they are further off and more difficult to manage. And I begrudge her my loyalty no more than I would if she were my brother, if that was what you meant to ask.”

Amlach ducks his head slightly, a little ashamed at having been seen through.

Lord Maglor claps him on the shoulder, and offers him a small smile. “Come, rest from your travel a while. When my sister returns, you shall meet her, and judge her character for yourself.”

Amlach, his thoughts still adjusting, follows, now more curious than ever about the strange Lady of Himring.

[arofili]

4. I won’t hurt you.

Fingon/Maedhros/Amlach (summer)

the last prompt!! two years later...i am Done!! thanks everyone who sent a prompt in <3

this one is under the cut for nsfw :)

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“I won’t hurt you,” Fingon murmured, his hand stroking down Maedhros’ sweating back. “Aiya, meldo, I am here for you.”

Maedhros groaned, long and low. “Finno,” he slurred. “Please...”

Fingon pressed a kiss to his neck, his hand settling firmly on his shoulder. The fingers of his other hand worked steadily within his lover, stretching and slicking his hole, yet purposefully avoiding his sweet spot. Still Maedhros moaned and shivered, pressing back, fucking himself on Fingon’s fingers.

“Beautiful,” Fingon rumbled. “Just gorgeous. Do you not think so, Amlach?”

Across the room, Maedhros’ mortal vassal sat riveted, leaning forward on his bench, his eyes dark and his breeches tented.

“Aye, milord,” he rasped. “He is beautiful.”

Maedhros lifted his head, smirking. Fingon tutted, and pressed ever so briefly against his prostate until he whined.

“Lose yourself, meldo,” he murmured. “Relax... Let us take care of you.”

Slowly, he withdrew his fingers, beckoning Amlach forward. With only a moment’s hesitation, Amlach stood, bowing his head to his liege’s lover.

“Closer,” Fingon urged. “Look. See how well he opens for me. See how he preens, for both of us!”

Amlach was looking. “I am privileged to see such beauty,” he rumbled. “My lord has honored me to serve him, and blessed me to tend to his needs before, but never—never like this.”

“No,” Fingon agreed. He moved his free hand to untie the laces of his breeches, freeing his own erection, which he stroked with an oily palm. Amlach’s breath hitched, his eyes now riveted on Fingon.

He smirked. “Would you like to serve me also, Amlach?”

Amlach swallowed. “Aye, milord,” he said. “Very much so.”

Beneath them, Maedhros moaned softly. Fingon had stopped fingering him, though his digits remained within him.

“Patience, meldo,” he tutted. “You will have your fill soon.”

Then he turned to Amlach, staring at him with as much sternness as he could in such a charged moment. “You understand it is your loyalty only that keeps you here, Adan. My Russo, your lord, is no whore for your pleasure.”

Only yours, Maedhros whispered in Fingon’s mind, his voice light and teasing, for all tension lay beneath it.

“I understand,” Amlach agreed, nodding vigorously. “I...I know some of what he has endured. What he has conquered. What he means to you.”

“Only some,” Fingon warned. “But: good.” He leaned forward, until he was a breath away from Amlach’s face. “You know, then, what I shall do to you if you betray our trust.”

Fear flickered across the Man’s face. “I do,” he rasped.

Without warning, Fingon turned back, removed his fingers from Maedhros’ hole, and sheathed his cock within him in one fluid thrust. Maedhros shouted in ecstasy, and Fingon groaned, pleasure bursting hot behind his eyes as he buried himself in his most beloved.

“Aiya, Findekáno!” Maedhros moaned, arching back to meet Fingon’s thrust.

Fingon settled himself to the hilt, his eyes fixed on Amlach, whose mouth had fallen open in awe. “See your mighty lord, brought low beneath me,” he growled, and punctuated his declaration with a sharp thrust that made Maedhros whine. “See his pleasure! Know it is mine!”

“Yours,” Maedhros gasped.

“Yours,” Amlach echoed, pressing the palm of his hand against his groin.

Fingon grinned, then set himself to fucking his husband. His thrusts were deep, punishing, brutal, just the way Maedhros liked them. He lost himself in Maedhros, relishing the hot, wet slide of him, the way he opened so easily to accept Fingon. He reached to tug on Maedhros’ shaft, dripping nómilt, and rubbed his mess into his own belly, before reaching back to his hole.

“Watch,” Fingon ordered, and felt Amlach’s eyes hot upon him as he slid another finger in alongside his cock.

Maedhros howled. “Fin—!” he wept.

“Do not come until I let you,” Fingon ordered, and felt the waves of pleasure-pain radiating from his husband, fëa and hröa. He worked his finger in deeper, sparks of that same stinging ecstasy rippling along his shaft as the pressure increased. Then he pushed in another digit, and another—until Maedhros’ hole was stretched obscenely wide, red and raw and leaving him a begging, blubbering mess.

“Do you want more, meldanya?” Fingon crooned, sweating as he stroked Maedhros’ inner walls and his own cock along with them. “My whole hand, perhaps? Or...”

“More, please, more,” Maedhros pleaded. He threw his head back, beads of sweat streaking down his face as he begged. “Aiya, like we planned, Finno...!”

Satisfaction hot in his belly, Fingon turned back to Amlach. He had taken his cock out entirely now, and was furiously stroking himself, his free hand tugging at his own nipples.

“Come now, Amlach,” Fingon crooned. “Do you not want him? Do you not wish to bury yourself in his heat?”

Amlach let out a choked sound, clutching himself at the base. “Milord!” he gasped. “You would have me...?”

“Maedhros trusts you,” Fingon said, his voice low. “There are very few he trusts like this. Myself, you, and perhaps one other.” Though they had never permitted Finrod in this act before. Catching the edge of his thought, Maedhros clenched around him, and Fingon grunted. Perhaps they should, then, if this went well...

“You would—in your own place?” Amlach asked, eyes wide.

Fingon snorted. “Not quite,” he said, withdrawing his fingers partway. “See how he gapes for you? Do you think you could fit?”

Amlach turned an amusing shade of purple. “I—with you?”

“Indeed.” Fingon smirked. “Well? Would you join us, Adan?”

“I...” He stared, dazed, at the wet, pink flesh offered to him. “I am—yes, yes, my lord. I am honored.”

“Good!” Fingon exclaimed. He pulled out to shed his breeches and yank off his shirt until he was properly nude, before returning to stuff his lover full of his fingers. Maitimo—move for me, will you?

Yes, my lord, Maedhros replied, rolling over onto his back with Fingon’s aid, a light teasing spark passing through their bond. I am honored.

Fingon pressed himself close to his husband, chest-to-chest, and kissed him, hot and wet and passionate, pushing his cock back into him at the same time.

“Come here,” he ordered, half out of Maedhros’ mouth. “Behind me—upon me. Come, Amlach, and serve your lord.”

Amlach was fully naked now, his hairy chest heaving with lust. He scrambled onto the bed, and Fingon felt his full, thick cock against his back and shivered.

Ingoldo was right about Men, he thought to Maedhros. Are you sure you are stretched enough?

I want to feel it, Maedhros rasped back to him. Aiya, Finno, please!

Fingon wriggled his hips, pushing deeper into his husband. Amlach’s cock pressed up against his own, easing into Maedhros’ hole, the tip catching on his rim; Maedhros’ cock leaked ever more nómilt, pressed between their stomachs, lubricating their skin.

“Ahh, ngh!” Amlach choked out. “My lord—my lords—!”

Fingon felt his furry chest against his back, felt his Mannish strength as he thrust inside, felt the full, fat length of him alongside his own cock. He shouted, and Maedhros screamed: and then they were in, both of them, stretching Maedhros as he had never been stretched before.

(A memory—darkness, pain—something too big, too hot, no nonono please no—)

But Fingon was there, Fingon was with him; Fingon kissed him, and when he moved, Amlach moved with him. That dark memory was burned away, replaced by the light of love, of devotion; and Maedhros’ mind cleared, and all was light.

Finno, may I—can I—

“Yes,” Fingon moaned, and kissed Maedhros as he came, tightening around him and Amlach both.

They did not last long after that, Amlach whining and spilling into Maedhros soon after. Fingon gave a few quick, brutal thrusts after that, pulling more out of Amlach, fucking the Man’s seed deeper into his husband—and that thought dragged him, too, over the edge, and he released, Maedhros’ spend hot against his stomach and Amlach’s hairy back scratching maddeningly at his back.

Amlach pulled out first, breathing heavily; Fingon stayed with his husband a little longer, until it was too uncomfortable to remain. Maedhros panted, lying on his back, sticky with sweat and seed, tension draining out of him.

“Th-thank you,” he rasped, when he could speak. “Finno...Amlach...”

“My lord,” Amlach croaked. “My prince...”

“My vassals,” Fingon replied, teasing and serious all at once. “For your service, I thank you.” His voice softened. “And for your love, I give mine in return.”

[thelordofgifs]

Obscure Tolkien Blorbo: Round 1

Tevildo vs Amlach

Tevildo:

The Prince of Cats in an early version of the legendarium, the precursor of Sauron in the Tale of Tinúviel.

He is the Prince of Cats. Just straight up a huge villainous cat. What can be better than this?

He’s a giant, speaking, evil cat who works for Melkor and he appears in exactly 1 text of the legendarium

Amlach:

A First Age Man who was impersonated by an emissary of Morgoth at a council.

Look he was (rightly) disgruntled when someone pretended to be him in an argument, accepted he was wrong, learned from his mistakes and then became besties with Maedhros. We stan character growth.

I think it’s funny that Morgoth sent someone to impersonate him without doing anything to make sure the real Amlach wouldn’t immediately go “hey that wasn’t me. I guess now I have to join the fight against Morgoth because now I have a personal quarrel with him”

Round 1 masterpost

[silmarillionwritersguild]

Amid the gritty heroism of the Edain, it is easy to think of them primarily as a people who arrived and became allied in the fight against Morgoth, a mission that prefigures Aragorn's role much later in the legendarium. Amlach is an intriguing character because he hints at the complexity of the political situation that lurked behind the rapid-fire and often aggrandized history that is The Silmarillion. Initially a skeptic in Marach's embrace of the Elvish mission against Morgoth, Amlach's mind is changed when he is the victim of a particularly sinister demonstration of Morgoth's dark powers.

In this month's Character of the Month biography, @hhimring explores the character of Amlach. Seemingly a minor character (he is mentioned just four times in the published Silmarillion), his story is not only intriguing in its own right but invites speculation about the political relationships between the various houses of the Edain and the different groups of Elves they would encounter upon their migration to Beleriand.

You can read Himring's biography of Amlach here.

[welcomingdisaster]

thinking about amlach again. like the whole doppelgänger thing that happens to him is incredibly creepy but his response to it is arguably also buckwild.

someone comes to your town and takes your face. everyone mistakes him for you; your closest friends and family accept him as you. he speaks out in a way that angers and upsets you, to evil purpose.

you hear this and you leave the place behind and go to the service of an elf-lord, to join a war where you are likely to die, never to come back to your people or your home. does someone there still wear your face?

[silmarillionwritersguild-art]

call for art!

Our upcoming character of the month will be Amlach, the Man who had been impersonated by a servant of Morgoth at a council, speaking out against the Elves, and who thereafter went to Himring in the service of Maedhros, saying "I have now a quarrel of my own with this Master of Lies, which will last to my life's end".

Do you have an artwork depicting him, or would you like to create one for his bio? We'd love to hear from you!

Thanks!

[warrioreowynofrohan]

Some thoughts on today’s Silmarillion Daily, and especially the debate of the Edain about whether to stay in Beleriand or not.

Doing some of the research for this, especially of people’s ages and Edain family trees, made me realize things I hadn’t before. First, Bereg and Amlach, the two leaders of the movement to leave Beleriand, are relatively young - 29 and 32 respectively. At any rate, young enough to have been born in Beleriand, which means that they could easily have a rosier view about the safety of the non-Beleriand areas of Middle-earth than people who lived through the journey there. Also ypung enough that they might like to strike out on their own, with followings of their own, rather than remain u der the established chieftains.

And on that latter note, they’re also from younger branches of their houses - they’re not people who can expect to succeed to the chieftainship, so proposing something different from what the current chiefs are doing gives them, again, a chance to gather their own following. Amlach is especially interesting in this respect, if you look at his family tree. He’s the son of the younger brother of Malach Aradan. Now, Malach arrived in Beleriand as a young child, and he embraced it - he went off to live in Hithlum with Fingolfin’s Noldor at age 15 and stayed there until he was 29, and the elves liked him so much they gave him his epessë (Aradan, meaning royal/noble man). And he liked the elves and their culture back - so much so that when he finally came back to east Beleriand where the rest of the Edain were and got married, he convinced his wife Zimrahin (btw, you can immediately see the origins of the Númenorean language in the language of what would become the House of Hador) to translate her name into Sindarin (Meldis).

Now, during all this time that Malach was away in Hithlum, Malach’s younger brother Imlach was still with the rest of the Edain in East Beleriand. And now Malach comes back speaking a foreign language and obsessed with these strange Eldar. On top of that, Imlach’s son Amlach is older than Malach’s son. So it wouldn’t be at all surprising if he raised his son with some strong opinions on about who really should be running things. All that’s prospective - Marach, the father of Malach and Imlach and the one who led their people to Beleriand, is still alive at the time of the big debate. But there’s a lot of space in all that for political fractures.

So Amlach is doing pretty ordinary, typical politics - the Edain splitting into different groups under new leaders with different ideas isn’t unusual. (Hador leaving his father’s people in the Teiglin area and moving his family and followers to Hithlum to align more closely with the Elves there is a later example.) And then this phantom or shapechanger apparently shows up at apublic meeting pretending to be him and says all kinds of crazy stuff about the elves being outright evil and Morgoth not existing. Which - nothing says ‘yes, there’s sonething spooky going on’ like someone who can show up looking and sounding like you when you’re not even there! So in reaction to this old-style deepfake, Amlach decides there’s something bigger going on here than ordinary politics, and he’s not going to be played and taken advantage of in this way, and he’s going to get back at Morgoth for it. But he’s also not going to copycat his uncle and head to Hithlum. So he goes north and joins up with Maedhros.

[hhimring]

Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Maedhros, Amlach Additional Tags: Edain, Noldor - Freeform, Leadership, Cross-cultural, Friendship, Canon-Typical Violence Series: Part 50 of Gloom, Doom and Maedhros Summary:

Amlach seems to be the only one of the early Edain who is explicitly said to have entered the service of Maedhros, so he may have been the first of Men to do so and he may have gone to Himring alone. This story imagines the feelings of an Adan who originally opposed the Eldar and now finds himself spending his life among them, all on his own.

It also tries to answer the question why he picked Maedhros specifically as his prospective leader and whether Maedhros fulfilled his expectations.

This (older) story on SWG here 

Brandnew bio of Amlach on SWG here.

[sallysavestheday]

Last Line/Six Sentence Smonday

Thanks to @queerofthedagger and @eilinelsghost for the tag to share a few sentences from a current work. I'm almost done with this monster, and looking forward to sharing it. Here's a little Eldar and Edain Stuff Going On, coming soon:

He had not thought they could be surprised, these fair folk. Had believed their eyes saw everything a heart might hope to keep hidden. But Maedhros’ face rippled in a look that combined wonder and dismay, and he raised his blunted wrist as if to block the words. “You know not what you offer, Amlach. Or to whom you offer it.”  His defenses were up, and Amlach could not bear it.

Tagging @cuarthol @polutrope @melestasflight @welcomingdisaster @theghostinthemargins if you'd like to share.

[saturn-s-moon]

'Cuz you'll miss the sun/ The warmth of another's embrace/ You'll need room to run/ And something to chase/ And that thing you fear will coax you out of that unholy place/ As all you've ever wanted was an escape

-How to Rest, The Crane Wives

[winterinhimring]

#'not sure the door's tall enough for him'#'hell i'm not sure the door's wide enough for him'#'hell i'm not sure the house has enough volume for him'#also maedhros somehow giving off ultimate big brother energy despite being completely terrifying#he can't turn it off (via @feanorianethicsdepartment)

The entire village, after he leaves, goes to Amlach. "AMLACH. AMLACH YOU DID NOT TELL US HOW TALL THE ELF LORD WAS. AMLACH. THIS WAS IMPORTANT INFORMATION FOR US TO KNOW."

Wait. I realise this isn’t in line with your height headcanon but….

The Noldor are really tall right? Like significantly taller then their Middle Earth counterparts. And the ones who grew up with Treelight are probably even taller. And also those of Tolkien’s works that describe Galadriel as tall are chronologically the later ones (the ones were she’s the only one of House of Finwe left).

So my new conspiracy is that Galadriel is one of, if not the shortest members of the House of Finwe. But like I said, the Noldor are tall as fuck, and the royal family are significantly taller than average, so once only Galadriel is left people always remark on how tall she is. And compared to most elves in Middle Earth she is, but if you put her next to her family, she looks absolutely Tiny.

If and when she meets Maglor again, every Third Age elf is in for one hell of a shock, when Galadriel the Tall just barely reaches the shoulders of her Kinslayer cousin (Bonus points of Maglor then remarks that he’s the shortest of his brothers, and people have to reevaluate their entire lives once they do the math and realise just how tall Maedhros must have been).

Anon, how does it feel to be the funniest person on the planet

[musingsinmiddleearth]

Let us speak momentarily of an obscure character whose appearance in the Silmarillion was brief and short: Amlach son of Imlach, who argued among the Edain as to the merit of their alliance with the Eldar as part of the leaguer against Morgoth.

In the opening of his appearance to us (the audience), we see him as a skeptical figure. Amlach rightfully questions the relevance of the Valar to the race of Men; they have not seen the Valar, have not seen the West, have no proof of Aman but the hearsay of the Eldar. Frankly the Eldar themselves could have afforded to be a little more skeptical, rather than marching across the world at the whims of a big guy with a big horn and a big horse.

The underlying question that Amlach argues is whether or not the Edain can take faith in the word of the Eldar without proof. He takes some pride in the confidence that he can only decisively believe what he sees with his own eyes and in doing so he trusts his vision to be absolute.

But a perceptive counter is immediately proposed to this: that to have been distrustful of the words of the Eldar is alone proof that a Great Foe exists. If there was no evil in the world, and there was no dishonesty, there would be absolutely no reason not to believe hearsay. That hearsay is at all unreliable or untrustworthy, ever, demands the existence of a Great Foe.

And Amlach, to his credit, agrees! And dissents from his opening doubt, recognising that there must be some evil at play, and leaves and searches for a place where he may do some service in the combat of this evil.

Wondrously, he finds Maedhros: sentimental, tormented Maedhros who perhaps of all the Eldar (and all the living things in the world at that time) had seen evil, had experienced evil done to him personally, and knew the cost of deception. Amlach searching for the identity of evil would have seen it upon Maedhros' victimhood and been contented that Morgoth lived up to his name, Dark Foe of the World.

[saurongorthaur9]

Remember that part in the Silmarillion where an unnamed servant of Melkor infiltrates the meeting of Edain and impersonates the chieftain Amlach and makes a speech about how the Elves are deceiving them and the Valar aren't real? We're never told anything about that servant, but here's what we know:

He's important enough to be sent on a pretty big important mission

He's a shapeshifter

He's a skilled actor able to impersonate someone amongst that person's friends and family without them realizing it's not him

He's charismatic and able to sway people with his words

He causes a feeling of dread and doom to fall over those who listen to him

Hmm, he might not have been named, but I'm pretty sure I know someone who meets every single one of those qualifications to a tee.

[thelordofgifs]

Counting lines of dialogue in the Silmarillion

A while ago (before I even got on tumblr), for reasons best known to myself procrastinating writing cover letters, I went through the entire published silm and counted up the number of lines of dialogue assigned to each character. Here are the results!

Notes on methodology: Quenta Silmarillion only; characters listed in order of first line of dialogue; dialogue that can be attributed to multiple characters because a whole group was talking/the speaker wasn't identified is omitted; so is dialogue spoken by unnamed characters. Also I may have miscounted slightly because I'm not going back to check this.

Eru: 4 Aulë: 5 Yavanna: 10 Manwë: 9 Tulkas: 2 Mandos: 9 Míriel: 2 Finwë: 2 Melkor: 7 Fingolfin: 4 Fëanor: 13 Ungoliant: 3 Olwë: 1 Maedhros: 6 Fingon: 2 Thingol: 19 Caranthir: 2 Ulmo: 3 Melian: 13 Galadriel: 3 Finrod: 5 Angrod: 2 Turgon: 10 Aredhel: 4 Eöl: 7 Maeglin: 2 Curufin: 5 Bëor: 2 Bereg: 1 "Amlach" (actually someone pretending to be him): 1 Amlach: 1 Haleth: 2 Húrin: 12 Galdor: 1 Sauron: 3 Beren: 11 Lúthien: 4 Celegorm: 2 Edrahil: 1 Draugluin: 1 Huan: 1 Huor: 1 Saeros: 1 Beleg: 9 Túrin: 18 Mîm: 5 Gwindor: 8 Finduilas: 2 Glaurung: 6 Aerin: 1 Brandir: 3 Niënor: 3 Gurthang: 1 Mablung: 1 Thorondor: 1 Morwen: 3 Eärendil: 3 Elwing: 1 Eönwë: 1 Maglor: 4

Some thoughts on this:

Thingol has a solid claim by at least one metric to being the main character of the Silmarillion! No doubt this would annoy literally everyone, including Thingol ("What do you mean it's called the Silmarillion?").

Anyone who features in one of the Great Tales gets a slightly disproportionate amount of dialogue, as expected for the more novelistic style of those chapters.

Lots of divine beings chattering in the early chapters, but they're obviously much quieter once the action moves to Beleriand.

Huan, despite famously speaking three times, only has one line of actual attributed dialogue (the others are reported speech).

Maglor, one of the most popular characters in the silm, is the literal last one to be given a speaking role and he only has four lines of dialogue (all of which are very good lines though. do not come after my boy).

Characters who notably don't get anything to say: Orodreth, Círdan, Tuor, Idril.