#amras/angrod

[carmisse]

Random moments from the Silmarillion PT 3

[general-illyrin]

I was reminded recently of this map I made when I first read the Silm, showing the general outlines of each realm in Beleriand after the Noldor arrived, so here it is in case it helps anyone. Granted, since this was my first read-through when I made it, there could be inaccuracies.

Key:

red - Sons of Feanor (specific territories for each son are outlined with dashed lines and labelled; dashed lines extending beyond the territory shows areas they are mentioned wandering/being in, but are not specifically said to have been their realms)

orange - Sons of Finarfin (specific territories for each son are labelled)

green - Thingol

jade - Green elves

light blue - Cirdan

dark blue - Fingolfin & his sons (specific territories for each person are outlined with dashed lines and labelled; dashed lines extending beyond the territory shows areas they are mentioned wandering/being in, but are not specifically said to have been their realms)

black wording - Dark elves (not outlined because it says they wander here, implying it isn't a specific realm of theirs)

magenta - Ungoliant and her offspring

[prattling-she-elf]

Can we take a moment to talk about that generation that consisted mainly of the grandchildren of Finwë?

I mean, look at this:

Dead, Good as Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Only Alive Because Her Family Had the Presence of Mind to Stop Her, Dead, Dead, Dead, Survived.

Galadriel really was the only one who survived.

And this hits me hard when I think about it.

Because a writer puts a bit of themselves in every character.

The part of Tolkien that I see the most in Galadriel is the part of him that survived the war.

After all, he was part of the Lost Generation. Two of his closest friends—Robert Gilson and Geoffrey Smith—died in the war. Tolkien and Christopher Wiseman were the only two of their fellowship to survive.

Only Galadriel survived.

That was what the Grandchildren of Finwë were. They were the Lost Generation. An entire generation slaughtered.

The regret, the lamentation, the grief. Galadriel knew it well. She lived it because Tolkien lived it.

And I don't know why, but for some reason, this speaks to me louder than any history book ever has.

[silmarillaure]

Finrod: Your feelings matter. Angrod: It's okay to ask for help. Aegnor: You're not a burdun. Galadriel: Murder is okay. Fingon: Murder is okay. Turgon: Murder is okay. Aredhel: Murder is okay. Argon: Murder is okay. Maedhros: Murder is okay. Maglor: Murder is okay. Celegorm: Murder is okay. Caranthir: Murder is okay. Curufin: Murder is okay. Amrod: Murder is okay. Amras: Murder is okay.

[annoyinglandmagazine]

I’ve been thinking about Miriel and her impact on the House of Feanor on the whole, as you do, and I was thinking what if she haunted the narrative even more? I think it’s pretty well established that she was depressed in some shape or form, that there were mental health problems contributing heavily but there were definitely physical aspects as well, ‘But in the bearing of her son Miriel was consumed in spirit and body; and after his birth she yearned for release from the labour of living.’ And I know that Feanor being Feanor was ascribed as a huge cause of this, that he was just so much stronger than the average elf that his birth was particularly taxing but I’m going to go ahead and assume that even if Feanor had been a perfectly normal baby Miriel would have been impacted. It just feels almost like this infant is being blamed for his mother’s death which, while definitely plausible as something that happened in universe, doesn’t really feel fair to him.

I’m theorising Miriel had underlying conditions from long before she became pregnant that made her prone to things like fainting, exhaustion, chronic pain and that in all honesty her having a child was never going to be a good idea. But they wanted a family together and where could be a safer place to raise one? Everything was perfect and safe, why shouldn’t they be able to overcome this little obstacle to doing what everyone else seemed to be doing without issue? Towards the end she was entirely bedridden, not even strong enough to sit at her loom.

Finwë was relieved beyond measure when Feanor seemed to grow almost exceedingly strong and healthy, as if he’d gotten all the strength Miriel had been missing, and he thought that was the matter laid to rest, Feanor was fine and any children of his would be as well. Except they weren’t. Nerdanel’s pregnancies were always a time of great panic, not for her health really because it wasn’t Feanor’s genes they were worried about it was Miriel’s. And Nerdanel was nothing like Miriel but her children…..

Ñolofinwe watches Feanor pacing the palace in a frenzy while a crowd of healers stream in and out of a room down the hall, some five times the standard amount, and he wants to try and reassure him but knows he, with his perfectly healthy baby boy, delivered with no fuss by one midwife just like his two perfectly healthy sons beforehand, to go home to, is the last person in Arda his brother could stand to converse with right now.

The sons and daughters of Fingolfin and Finarfin grew swiftly, strong and athletic with hearty appetites and bright dispositions. Feanor could not bring himself to hate children so he settled for hating his brothers instead. He does not envy them their children, he loves his more than he could ever have loved anything and that’s the problem right there, he loves his sons and he’s absolutely terrified that he’s going to lose them if he lays them down too long. They’re so small and as soon as they leave his or Nerdanel’s arms they seem to tremble with cold so he sleeps with them against his chest for more of the first years of their lives than was usual. After those many sleepless nights he always finds it hard to sleep without being able to feel the rise and fall of their breathing.

Their cousins often do not understand what the difference between them and the Feanorians is, most of them have vague memories of getting scolded within an inch of their lives for fighting one back when they got into childish arguments. Mostly they just resented it or assumed it was favouritism if it were by Finwe or fear of Feanor’s wrath if by their own parents. Angrod did not think too long on how easily Caranthir crumpled to the ground at an unexpected shove, after all he was the older wasn’t he? Surely the rules about being gentle shouldn’t apply? He was equally puzzled when Fingolfin came running and scooped Caranthir into his arms, pale and panicked as Maedhros assured him he’d make certain Feanor wouldn’t hear about the matter if he was alright.

They train and become agile and skilled with blades and bows if not physically broad and strong in the way of their cousins but no matter how their health improves there are always concerns and during their approaching adulthood it becomes clear their worries are not only in body. There are migraines that leave them in dark rooms unable to bear even the sound of footsteps outside, days where Curufin and Maedhros struggle to allow any food past there lips, days where Caranthir sobs for hours with some inexplicable ache, weeks where Maglor cannot find rest no matter how much exhaustion he feels, little cuts and gashes on Celegorm’s arms that seem too frequent to be fully accidental.

If you were to look at this from a modern perspective it would probably be some genetic tendency to bipolar disorder and major depression but they wouldn’t have that kind of language because in my headcanons about Valinor they have very little experience with mental illness and no idea how to respond to it. I’m citing the whole Miriel incident to back me up there.

And just to make this even more angsty have a Tyelko quote from the fic of this I may or may not write ‘Amme always said we were her miracles, that our survival and strength was a blessing from the Valar. I was lucky to make it to my first winter. I wonder now if things wouldn’t have been better for everyone else if I hadn’t.’

[doodle-pops]

˖ ࣪ .Giving Them The Silent Treatment˖ ࣪ .

Headcanon: Amras, Argon, Angrod, Egalmoth, Gil Galad

Synopsis: In which they attempt to end the silent torture via their skillful methods.

˚₊‧꒰ა Amras — 𝑯𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕, 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝑯𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐.

Amras walked softly into the room, glancing at you with a mixture of curiosity and concern. The silence between you was heavy, each of his attempts to break it met with your determined silence. “Are you still angry with me?” he asked gently, his voice barely more than a whisper.

You turned away, unable to meet his eyes, leading to him approaching, and sitting down beside you on the bed. The warmth of his presence was comforting, even though you still refused to speak.

“I know I’ve made mistakes,” he continued, reaching out to gently touch your hand. “But I want to make it right. Please, let me try.”

Reaching into his pocket, he produced a small, delicate flower, its petals a soft shade of blue. With a smile, he tucked it behind your ear, his fingers brushing your cheek with a tenderness that made your heart flutter. “You know,” he began, his voice laced with sincerity, “this flower reminds me of how I feel about you. It’s rare and beautiful, just like you.”

His eyes met yours, filled with an earnest hope. There was softness in his gaze and sincerity in his voice as they broke through your stubbornness. Turning to him, your eyes reflected a mixture of frustration and affection.

“Why do you have to be so charming?” you finally spoke, your voice softening.

Amras’s face broke into a relieved, affectionate smile. “Because I’m in love with you,” he said, leaning closer. “And I’d do anything to see you smile again.”

You couldn’t help but smile back, feeling the warmth of his love melting away your stubbornness.

˚₊‧꒰ა Argon — 𝑨𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕, 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒋𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐, 𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔. 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎.

His usually bright and cheerful demeanour dimmed with each moment of your silence. “Are you really not going to talk to me?” he asked, his voice tinged with desperation. You on the other hand, remained silent, your eyes focused on anything but him.

He pouted, his lips forming a perfect, sorrowful curve. “You know I hate it when you do this,” he whined, but you stood firm, arms crossed.

Trying everything he could think of to get your attention, he started by bringing you your favourite flowers and holding them out with an apologetic smile. And when you didn’t respond, he’d place them gently on the table next to you, hoping their fragrance would soften your irritation.

“Please, just talk to me,” he pleaded, his voice almost a whisper while you remained silent with your aching heart.

Next, he tried to make you laugh, performing exaggerated antics and telling jokes that usually had you in stitches. But today, you didn’t even crack a smile, urging his frustration to grow as he huffed, running a hand through his hair in exasperation.

Finally, he resorted to his last tactic: sheer stubbornness. He followed you around, a constant presence, or rather, a pest, at your side, refusing to leave you alone. “I’ll stay right here until you talk to me,” he declared, his tone both petulant and determined.

You sighed inwardly. His persistence was endearing, and you knew you couldn’t hold out forever. With a soft smile, you turned to him and said, “You’re more annoying than you give yourself credit. You do know that?”

His face lit up with relief and joy. “Ah, you had finally spoken! I’m sorry,” he said quickly, wrapping his arms around you. “I promise I’ll do better. Just please, don’t ever stop talking to me again.”

“Fine then, I won’t ignore you,” you whispered. “However, because I’m still upset, no cuddling for a while.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Angrod — 𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒐𝒓, 𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔, 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎.

The silence between you and Angrod had stretched for days. You sat in the common room of your shared quarters, reading a book while deliberately ignoring his attempts to bridge the gap. Each time he approached, you responded with nothing more than a silent nod or a hum, your eyes never leaving the pages.

Angrod tried to mask his frustration, though his usual easygoing demeanour was slipping. He’d attempt small talk, casually asking about your day or mentioning something interesting he’d learned, but your responses remained minimal. It was clear he was struggling to decipher what had gone wrong.

But it wasn’t until you started sleeping on the sofa, leaving Angrod to his solitude in the bed, that the full weight of your silent treatment hit him. The normally calm and composed elf began to crumble. He’d mutter to himself as he walked through the room, bumping into furniture and huffing with annoyance like an insane person.

When you finally noticed him pacing and mumbling, it was clear that the silence, while intended to make him reflect, was also gnawing at him more than you’d anticipated.

Hence why the next morning, you woke to find Angrod asleep on the sofa beside you, his face creased with worry and exhaustion, making him appear like a wrinkly old man.

“Hey,” you said, your voice warmer than intended. Angrod blinked open his eyes, seeing you with a mixture of relief and lingering frustration.

“Are you finally tal—Yes, my love,” he answered, quickly, recollecting himself and rubbing his eyes to fully wake up before he said something out of turn.

You nodded, your heart softening as you took his hand. “Yes, I’m finally awake and ready to talk, but let’s have breakfast first. You’re cooking though, so don’t burn anything.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Egalmoth — 𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒐, 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑯𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒈���� 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎.

Egalmoth paced the length of the garden, his usual composed demeanour replaced by visible frustration. You sat on a stone bench, steadfastly ignoring him, your gaze fixed on the blooming roses. It had been three days since you’d last spoken to him, and he was growing increasingly desperate.

“Will you please talk to me, my love,” he said, his voice a mix of irritation and pleading. “The silence is too loud.”

Giving no indication that you heard him, maintaining your silence, Egalmoth sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. “I’d rather you punish me any other way than this silent treatment,” he muttered under his breath, loud enough for you to hear.

His words hung in the air, but you remained calm which caused him to huff in frustration and storm off, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Minutes later, the sound of a clatter reached your ears, and you glanced over to see Egalmoth sprawled on the ground with a nearby ladder and several fallen books scattered around him.

“Curse this clumsiness,” he groaned, holding his ankle. Your heart clenched, but you forced yourself to remain seated.

Egalmoth’s eyes met yours, and for a moment, you saw a flash of genuine pain—not just from his injury, but from your silence. He had gone out of his way to create a situation where you had no choice but to speak with him, even if it meant injuring himself.

You stood up, your stubbornness wavering. As you approached, he winced, clearly in discomfort. “Are you alright?” you finally asked, unable to maintain your silent treatment any longer.

Relief washed over his face despite his pain. “I will be, now that you’re talking to me,” he said, his voice softer. “I’ve missed your voice more than you know.”

You sighed, kneeling beside him to assess his injury. “You’re impossible,” you murmured, but there was no anger in your tone—only a reluctant affection.

Egalmoth smiled, reaching out to gently touch your hand. “And you’re everything to me,” he replied, his eyes filled with love. “Never leave me in silence again.”

You nodded, helping him to his feet. “Just don’t hurt yourself next time,” you said, your voice laced with a mixture of exasperation and fondness.

“I’ll try,” he promised, leaning on you for support. “But only if you promise to talk to me.”

You couldn’t help but smile, shaking your head. “Deal.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Gil Galad — 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒅𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.

Gil-galad found you in the garden, the serene beauty of the flowering landscape contrasting with the cold silence you were giving him. For days, you had been distant, offering only curt nods and avoiding eye contact. He respected your space, but it was beginning to wear on him. He approached cautiously, his expression a mix of concern and gentle resolve.

“Is there an limit on words, or have I simply been unlucky in conversation?” he asked, attempting a lighthearted tone. He knelt beside you, his gaze searching your face for any sign of the warmth that once was there.

You remained silent, focused on the vibrant petals of a nearby flower. Gil-galad sighed, sitting down beside you. “If this is some form of punishment, I must say, I’m terribly uninitiated,” he continued, his voice softening. “But I’d very much like to understand what’s troubling you, or at least, share a smile.”

He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle and reassuring. “Tell me what I’ve done wrong. Even a King can be humbled by the silence of someone he holds dear.”

The sincerity in his voice finally broke through, bringing your eyes to meet his, and your vexation melting away gently.

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The House of Finwë kids’ table

[moonlightswritingandstuff]

hinanya, senyë i lóter lauyantë

Queen Indis has five children - Findiþ, Ñolofinwë, Lalwendë, Arafinwë, and Faniel. However, when having Faniel, she overestimates the amount of fëa to give for her fifth child. After all, she gives the same amount to every, and she only planned for three children. In lieu of the tragedy, King Finwë marries Míriel Þerindë, second queen of the Noldor. She bears two children, and all of Finwë's children grow to love Míriel as a mother. All except one. Ñolofinwë cannot accept his mother's passing.

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When King Finwë's first son is born, all rejoice. He names him Ñolofinwë, and Queen Indis names him Arakáno. His sister, Calwanoþþë Findiþ, is hesitant, but soon she welcomes her younger brother. Little Prince Ñolofinwë is followed by Írimë Lalwendë, and then Arafinwë Ingoldo, but the queen finally passes from the stress of having her final child, Faniel Vaniþþë.

King Finwë weeps from her death, and poor Faniel is left with nursemaids only. However, the king finds a new object of his affections - Míriel Þerindë, whose tapestries are loved across Valinórë. Míriel is hesitant at first, but finds it within herself to love the king back. She is half-Teleri and half-Noldor, and although the Vanya think of it an insult, Lord Manwë, in infinite wisdom, grants the king another wife - and Indis is not eager to return.

And so Míriel Þerindë marries King Finwë, and becomes the Second Queen of the Noldor. Faniel is yet young, and takes to Míriel immediately, and so do the rest of King Finwë's children, eventually. Míriel grows to be great friends with Arafinwë and Írimë is only happy to sit next to her new stepmother, who is as brilliantly brutal as she. Calwanoþþë does not immediately take to Míriel, but she does accept her after Míriel makes it clear she does not want to replace Indis, and that she respects Calwanoþþë's want to be called Findiþ, her amileþþë, instead. Írimë, wanting to copy her elder sister, uses her amileþþë of Lalwendë, too.

But Ñolofinwë does not like Míriel. She is half-Teleri, one half too much, and she changes the palace too much for Ñolofinwë to stand. He does not prefer to be called Arakáno like his sister prefers Findiþ, but he does not like Míriel. Ñolofinwë does not have a craft, which sends whispers among the nobles, and he is all too bitter of his sibling's acceptance of Míriel. He believes himself the only true child of Queen Indis. As thus, he begins to reject the shift of the s to the þ.

And it becomes worse when Míriel has a son, Curufinwë Fëanáro, who is too hotheaded for his own good. Míriel adores her son, and gives him much of her fëa, but not too much. Queen Indis is a cautionary tale for all, and Míriel does not want more strife to decorate her fragile family.

Little Curufinwë, who rapidly decides he prefers his amileþþë of Fëanáro more, and none can disagree. His craft appears almost immediately, and his half-siblings dote on him, all except Ñolofinwë. Where his siblings call Fëanáro brother, he stretches distance by calling him half-brother. Fëanáro has no time for his brother who does not care, and prefers his other siblings, causing their distance to grow even wider.

But Prince Fëanáro is not immune to the whispers of the court, as Moringotto is now free from his chains. Ñolofinwë grows bitter as Fëanáro is considered by some to be the true first child of King Finwë. Ñolofinwë would do better - Fëanáro knows this - but Fëanáro is as himself as always, and tells all that he would prefer his eldest sibling, Calwanoþþë Findiþ, to be the heir, for she is the first child of King Finwë.

Most people accept this. The whispers grow quiet.

In the meantime, Ñolofinwë meets Lady Anairë, who is the classic Noldor beauty. Findiþ finds herself mooning over the minstrel Elemmírë but cannot bring herself to speak. Ñolofinwë and Anairë have one child, Findekáno, who will be followed by more.

Fëanáro finds his craft, and, as all are surprised by, manages to find another craft. He is the only to have two, linguistics and smithing, but the nobles take it as assurance that Fëanáro is the Noldoran prince they all wanted. He finds two masters, Rumil of Tirion and Mahtan Aulendur, and begins sending letters to Rumil as he works in the forges with Mahtan.

Arafinwë, on a trip to Alqualondë with his stepmother Míriel and sister Faniel, meets Eärwen, daughter of King Olwë. He finds himself in love immediately, and Eärwen likewise, and so Míriel convinces her husband that Arafinwë should be the official ambassador to King Olwë. Faniel misses her brother, but she has her other brothers and Findiþ besides.

Fëanáro meets Nerdanel Iþtarnië Mahtaniel while on a trip to find obscure dialects. He does not fall for her immediately, but Míriel sees the signs before anyone else.

And Findiþ, now by far of age, decides to leave to Valimar, to be ambassador to King Ingwë for there is no reason to have an heir. Although initially snubbed by King Finwë's marriage to Queen Míriel, he grows more fond of Míriel after hearing of Findiþ's love for her.

Faniel is lonely in the palace, though, with only Ñolofinwë for company. Míriel, however, sees this loneliness and manages to convince King Finwë that one more child will be fine, after all these years.

Míriel gives birth to a girl, Indilórë Tindallë, named by her father for her silver hair. Ñolofinwë grows ever bitter, but all of his siblings adore little Indilórë, as she has decided on in order to copy Findiþ and Fëanáro, even saying that she wants to be called Findilórë. No one follows this request, but she makes it anyway.

And in the summer, Arafinwë marries Eärwen. He is delighted to have his new baby sister, Indilórë, at his wedding, and his second nephew, Turukáno, along with Findekáno. He invites Findiþ, and Elemmírë, but still Findiþ is too shy to say anything to Elemmírë.

Soon, only two years after the wedding, Eärwen bears Findaráto, followed very soon after by Angaráto. Eärwen is Teleri and unused to giving children two names, and Arafinwë is half-Vanya anyway.

Fëanáro, meanwhile, invents Tengwar, and King Finwë, delighted, makes it the official alphabet of the Noldor immediately. Míriel is likewise delighted, and so is Lalwendë, for with Tengwar, she has found her craft - calligraphy. Arafinwë, with ease, convinces King Olwë to make Tengwar the offical alphabet of the Teleri, and King Ingwë, in a diplomatic show of goodwill towards the Noldor, follows.

Ñolofinwë grows jealous, and, now an adult, Fëanáro wants to mend the rift between them, for Nerdanel, his betrothed, has become a major influence on him.

Ñolofinwë has a third child, Írissë Araquendë, born in time for Ñolofinwë to miss Fëanáro's wedding to Nerdanel. But Fëanáro and Nerdanel love children and have their first child Maitimo Airamíro an almost scandalous amount of time later. He is soon followed by Makalaurë Kánamíro, and Ñolofinwë believes Fëanáro to be ridiculing him with giving Makalaurë - both children prefer their amileþþer - the atareþþë of Kánamíro, with the part of kána, which he has given to many of his children.

King Finwë is delighted by his many grandchildren, and Míriel likewise. She loves all of her children, even Ñolofinwë. Princess Írissë grows to love her stepgrandmother, which only serves to fuel Ñolofinwë's dislike. King Finwë is further delighted by Arafinwë's third child, Artareþto.

Not to be outdone, Fëanáro and Nerdanel have their third child Tyelkormo Turkamíro, and then their fourth Carniþtir Moryomíro. Ñolofinwë has his last child, Arakáno. Anairë decides, after that, that she will stand to have no more children. Makalaurë, meanwhile, grows strong with a voice incomparable, and Fëanáro soon sends him to his aunt Findiþ in Valimar to learn under the study of the legendary minstrel Elemmírë. Upon first glance, Elemmírë becomes as taken with Findiþ as Findiþ had been with her, but a distance remained between them.

Then Curumíro is born, who becomes the only one of Fëanáro's children to prefer his atareþþë, and he soon becomes known to be only slightly less adept at smithing than his father. Tyelkormo soon becomes an adept hunter, and Lord Oromë takes an interest in him. Míriel loves all her grandchildren and adores that Tyelkormo's hair matches hers.

Nerdanel loves all her children, and even though Fëanáro, who has since learned caution from his father and the story of Queen Indis, disagrees, he also wants more. Their next children come together, and Fëanáro, convinced that they should be the last - seven is a good number, after all - names the two children Pityafinwë and Telufinwë. Nerdanel, in contrast, names the oldest Ambarto - despite searching for another, more fitting name, that he perhaps would have in another world, she cannot grasp it - and the youngest Ambaruþþa, after naming both Ambaruþþa by mistake.

And then Crown Princess Findiþ marries Elemmírë on a bright spring day, and all rejoice, none more than little Princess Indilórë, who finds herself besotted with weddings and wants to go to every one. In this, Indilórë finds herself a craft of flowers, her amileþþë proving true.

And Princess Indilórë attends another wedding soon after, when Turukáno marries Elenwë. Turukáno has a large wedding, and although he will not tell who it is, Curumíro begins courting someone. Curumíro is not subtle, though, and soon the name of his love is found - Málintë Vórëawendë Þindecaliel.

Arafinwë has his third child Ambaráto Aikanáro, and his last child, Artaniþ Nerwen, soon after, and she has beautiful, treelight coloured hair. When out with his brothers, Fëanáro laments his lack of a daughter, but Arafinwë laughs it off.

Artareþto then marries Eldalótë, and Fëanáro beings work on his greatest achievement - the Þilmarils. He requests a hair from little Artaniþ, and since she has no qualms about her uncle in this world, she gives one freely. It does not help very much, but Fëanáro gifts Artaniþ fine jewelry back anyway.

And so Fëanáro makes the Þilmarils. They are beautiful, but when Lady Varda hallows them, Fëanáro is angry. Nerdanel, however, has never grown apart from her husband, and tells Fëanáro exactly what the Þilmarils have made him. Fëanáro, mollified, discusses what to do with the Þilmarils, and Nerdanel and him come to an agreement - in order to reconcile Ñolofinwë with the rest of his siblings, and connect him and the rest of Finwë's children together, Fëanáro will give Ñolofinwë one of the Þilmarils. Although in another world Fëanáro may not have, in this world Fëanáro has six siblings and only one of them deny it, and five of the others want all to be united.

And so Fëanáro goes to Ñolofinwë's birthday that year, and gifts him a Þilmaril. The other goes the Queen Míriel - as Fëanáro will always be his mother's son first - and the last goes to Nerdanel Iþtarnië Mahtaniel, his dear wife. King Finwë laughs at his son not giving him a Þilmaril, but he cannot deny that the silver-gold light makes Queen Míriel look positively radiant.

Ñolofinwë is mollified by this gift. Of all his siblings, Fëanáro gave a third of his greatest work to Ñolofinwë, and that means something.

And then Turukáno and Elenwë have Itarillë, and Curumíro marries his sweetheart Málintë.

But Moringotto is still free and is not pleased by Fëanáro's choices. He breaks into Fëanáro's forge while he is working, killing a visiting Arafinwë and Faniel, and their father Finwë in the process, and steals Fëanáro as Telperion and Laurelindë have their light stolen by Ungoliant.

And then the Valar ask for the Þilmarils. Queen Míriel considers the offer and turns it down. Although Moringotto has no Þilmarils, Queen Míriel can sense her son's soul in her Þilmaril and refuses to give it up. She advises Ñolofinwë and Nerdanel to refuse also, and not even Ñolofinwë wants his half-brother's fëa to be shattered.

And so it comes that Queen Míriel herself decides to attack Angamando. She is furious, a kind of fury only ever shown by mothers. Moringotto has stolen her son and killed her son and her daughter and her husband, and Míriel used to be a swordswoman. She will not back down.

And the Valar do not want the Noldor to leave. But Míriel cannot be stopped, and she and Eärwen, boiling for revenge at the death of her husband, are able to convince King Olwë to grant them his ships. King Olwë fears the Valar but loves his family more, and some Teleri even join Eärwen and Míriel's hosts.

Míriel gives the crown to now Queen Findiþ and her consort Elemmírë, and the Noldoran family is split. Maitimo stays, as he wanted to assist Queen Findiþ, and Makalaurë goes, ever in search of another song. Tyelkormo goes, eager to find new flora and fauna. Carniþtir goes, thinking of change and economical success. Curumíro goes, and so does Málintë, wanting to find new minerals. The Ambaruþþar, as they are known by now, do not. And for the children of Ñolofinwë, Ñolofinwë himself stays, but Findekáno takes most of the host, along with Turukáno, who does not want to go but Elenwë is eager, and Írissë, so only Arakáno stayed. Of the children of Arafinwë, all of them went, for many desired their own realms. And the remaining daughters of Finwë, excluding Findiþ, Lalwendë and Indilórë, Lalwendë goes, for she is determined that even if Beleriand is to be grim, Lalwendë wants to fight, and Indilórë, named for hope, goes, as she wants to bring joy.

And so Míriel and Eärwen and most of the royal family of the Noldor leave on the swan ships, but not before Queen Indis leaves the halls of Mandos. She and Queen Míriel respect each other as fellow queens, and Indis speaks to her children. Although Indis herself stays, she gives her every blessing to Queen Míriel, which allows Ñolofinwë to try more to accept his stepmother, and the majority of the host of the Noldor leave to Valariandë, promising to return the swan ships so the entirety of willing Noldor can leave.

As for Valariandë, that’s a tale for another day.

[nin-varisse]

Rating the Finweans

Saw someone on tiktok rate fictional characters on the likeliness to do some prompt and only revealing the prompt at the end of the video. I thought it could be fun to do the same thing here with the finweans. You can guess what I rated them on and I’ll reveal the prompt under the cut!

Feanor: 5/10

Fingolfin: 0/10 [10/10 if Feanor does it first]

Finarfin: 2/10

Maedhros: 0/10

Maglor: 6/10

Celegorm: 12/10 [c’mon]

Caranthir: 0/10

Curufin: 5/10

Ambarussa: 8/10

Fingon: 6/10

Turgon: 0/10

Aredhel: 10/10

Finrod: 9/10 

Angrod: 3/10

Aegnor: 4/10

Galadriel: 2/10 [i think she could be provoked to do it]

Prompt under the cut!

The prompt was:

How likely are they to get naked after getting drunk at a family dinner?

Feel free to tell me how you feel about this format in the comments or tags or dm me any prompt ideas!

[lovefairymina]

Hi Mina! I'm Random Anon with a Question! I was wondering which elves have what interests 😅 I can only seem to remember which ones are more like soldiers and prefer activities like sparring...

Then there's Erestor who I think hangs out in the library or mostly quiet places?

I think Thel likes the flute???? 🤔

But I can't quite remember what the interests of other characters are 😅😅😅

Are there any that enjoy painting, healing, dancing, traveling (not for a life threatening reason)???

I hope this isn't too big of a question! I hope it's not too bothersome...

A/N: I attempted to add as many as my brain allowed me to :) forgive me if some seem a bit too jumbled up.

Travelling — those who enjoy hunting are also those who would not hesitate to embark on a quest or adventure of their own. Sometimes, they would be missing for weeks or even months. When looking for them, they are somewhere over the rainbow, trekking through the forest or climbing a mountain's side.

◈ Celegorm, Amrod, Amras, Fingon, Finrod, Elladan, Elrohir

Hunting — there is no better day for them than chasing after a deer or rabbits in the forest. Hunting trips are important and a must for them and can range from a week to even a year. It's a vigorous activity that requires all their attention, and not for a second would they spend it any other way.

◈ Celegorm, Amrod, Amras, Fingon, Beleg, Elladan

Reading/Philosophy/Science — spending a day in the library learning and filling their brains with unlimited knowledge about the world is where you can find them. With their heads in the cloud and books, turning pages faster than their brain can comprehend, they are absorbing everything the world has to offer. Even when they aren't found in the library, heated discussions or debates are another way to spend their day.

◈ Fëanor, Maedhros, Curufin, Fingolfin, Turgon, Finarfin, Finrod, Thingol, Elrond, Gil Galad

Arts and Crafts — from playing music to singing to spending days and months slaving away in the forges to create the most perfect masterpiece, these elves are dedicated to ensuring their creation comes to life. It doesn't matter what area of the arts they professionalize in, to them, it is their life and passion and dealt with serious care.

◈ Fëanor, Maglor, Caranthir, Curufin, Celebrimbor, Finrod, Ecthelion, Rog, Maeglin, Lindir

Sporting Activities — horseback riding, rock climbing, sparring, archery, swimming, etc., are just some of the activities they spend during their free time or most of their time indulging in. It has become a part of their daily routine and is easily incorporated into their lives. They are joyous activities for those who rely on them to break free of the restraints of royal duties as well.

◈ Celegorm, Amrod, Amras, Fingon, Argon, Angrod, Aegnor, Glorfindel, Egalmoth, Gil Galad

Medicine/Healing — saving lives are their life's mission and task. They believe they were gifted with healing hands to create medicine and whisper words of enchantment to keep someone within the land of the living. A job taken seriously with delicate care when treating patients. When they aren't healing, they can be found searching for new herbs or creating a new concoction for injuries.

◈ Galdor, Beleg, Elrond, Elrohir

[carmisse]

Of News and family reunions.

Argon : we appreciate that you were able to meet with us.

Celegorm : a family reunion. We usually have one when there is a wedding or a funeral.

Maedhros : Turcafinwë!

Maedhros : you may continue, Telvo.

Amras : as I was saying. We are really excited to share this.

Argon : Telvo and I plan to celebrate something now that we have some peace.

Fingon : owww, is it your wedding?

Aredhel : Turko, Curvo and I can take care of the wine.

Argon : I'm afraid, dear sister that Telvo won't be able to drink wine for a while.

Curufin : what the hell are you talking about?

Amrod : Curvo, please, it is obvious what you are talking about.

Maedhros : ...

Fingon : Oh Ilúvatar.

Amras : we're expecting a baby!

Argon : surprise!

Turgon : I think I need to sit down.

Maedhros and Fingon : ...

Caranthir : someone stop the Ñolofinwëas' urge to procreate with Fëanorians!

Amras : it will be a sweet girl!

Maglor : owww a Noldor princess!

Maglor : the first of the house of Fëanáro!

Fingon : Maitamo, hold me, I'm going to faint right now.

[general-illyrin]

A Collection of Maps Exhibiting the Changing Political Landscape in Beleriand

Note: These maps are not meant to show every single single political shift, but are generally broader strokes, and usually show approximate distribution rather than exact.  In addition, there could be inaccuracies as I was skimming The Silmarillion to look for pertinent parts.  I apologize if there are any, and if you see some, please let me know; I will update the descriptions to include them.

This map shows the general distribution of the Teleri, Noldor, and Petty-dwarves soon after the Elves crossed into Beleriand.  The Vanyar were not mentioned int he part of the text I read, but presumably they are with the Noldor.

The Petty-dwarves are included here because according to The History off Middle-earth, the Petty-dwarves settled in Beleriand, specifically Dorthonion, before the Elves crossed the mountains and entered it.  Tarn Aeliun is circled with a smaller circle because in Mîm's Klage, Mîm is said to have lived there.  (However, Mîm's Klage is generally not considered canon from what I am aware, and it does present a contradiction in the form of how long dwarves can live if one accepts it as canon in its entirety.  That said, I do not think it unlikely that Petty-dwarves lived near it, as it was a freshwater lake in an area they are known to have inhabited.  But that is conjecture.). In addition, we have no knowledge of whether the Petty-dwarves had at this time yet settled in Amon Rûdh and Nargothrond; they are marked purely to show where the Petty-dwarves might have been at this point.

This map shows the general distribution of the Teleri, Vanyar, Noldor, and Petty-dwarves as the Vanyar and Noldor were led by Oromë to the lands around the Sirion.  The Teleri had at this point crossed into East Beleriand, and many were searching for Thingol when the Noldor and Vanyar moved onto the island Ulmo moved into the Bay of Balar.  (In this map, I represented that by marking the Isle of Balar.). The dotted blue line indicates that it is possible the Teleri ventured into Doriath at this time, in search for Thingol, though that is not stated.

See the previous map for notes on the Petty-dwarves.

This map shows the general distribution of the Teleri and Petty-dwarves after the Vanyar and Noldor left Beleriand for Aman.  "But when they learned that Ingwë and Finwë and their peoples were gone, then many of the Teleri pressed on to the shores of Beleriand, and dwelt thereafter near the Mouths of Sirion, in longing for their friends that had departed..." - The Silmarillion  The dotted lines represent a possible expansion of the Teleri, as they began moving into Falas and collecting under Círdan.  But again, this is conjecture.  Since the text says. that "many of the Teleri pressed on to the shores", implying that at least some remained in the areas they were previously inhabiting (as is later confirmed by the text stating that Elves still searched in those areas for Thingol), marked by the note on the map.

See previous maps for notes on the Petty-dwarves.

This map shows the general distribution of the Teleri and Petty-dwarves after the rest of the Teleri left Beleriand for Aman.  At this point, the Teleri who remained seemed mostly to divide into those that followed Círdan as their lord and settled in Falas, and those friends of Thingol who remained in the Hither Lands, searching for him.  They possibly lived outside of Doriath, and from what I remember, it is not known for sure whether they searched there (though I think I remember it mentioning that those searching for him searched in forests, which would likely include Doriath, especially since that was the place he was originally traveling to).  However, I marked that area as it is a place that their people become centralized at after Thingol returns.  In addition, the note on Teleri still living near the mouth of the Sirion and beginning to scatter throughout Beleriand is purely conjecture, anticipating the occurrences in the next map.

See previous maps for notes on the Petty-dwarves.

There is an inaccuracy on this map; the people labeled 'Iathrim' would more accurately be labeled 'Eglath', as that was what they called themselves.  

This map shows the general distribution of the Teleri, Lauquendi, Petty-dwarves, and Greater Dwarves after Thingol's re-emergence and taking up the crown over all Teleri.  At this point, almost the entirety of Beleriand is said to be Thingol's realm, represented by the blue dashed lines.  Within this are, many elves wander, but they are centralized under Círdan in Falas and under Thingol in Doriath.  The Laiquendi also come up form the south and settle in Ossiriand.

In addition, the Greater Dwarves enter Beleriand, emerging from their cities in the mountains and discover the Elves have been hunting their kindred.  By this time, the Petty-dwarves have been hunted almost to extinction.  Thus, they likely no longer remained in Dorthonion, though that is conjecture.  (I did not reflect this conjecture in the map.)  I am unsure when the hunting of the petty-dwarves would have begun, but since they only have a Sindarin name, it is possible that they were only discovered sometime after the Noldor and Vanyar left for Aman.  

This map shows the general distribution of the Teleri, Lauquendi, Petty-dwarves, Greater Dwarves, Orcs, and Ungoliant after the Darkening of Valinor and Morgoth's flight to Middle-earth.  At this point, Ungoliant has taken up residence in the Ered Gorgoroth.  The dashed lines filling the space between them and the edge of Doriath represent the extent of her and her offspring's possible range; since that road was know to be dangerous and taken only at great need, it implies that they reached that far.

The red arrows represent the orc's invasion of Beleriand after Morgoth's return.

And the Petty-dwarves' uncertain status in Dorthonion (see previous map's note for details) is represented by the purple question mark. 

This map shows the general distribution of the Teleri, Lauquendi, Petty-dwarves, Greater Dwarves, Orcs, and Ungoliant after Thingol and the Laiquendi defeated the orcs in East Beleriand.  At this point, Cirdan and his people are driven to the rim of the sea (possibly referring to Brithombar and Eglarest?).  Thingol retreats to Doriath, and the Gridle of Melian is created.

The dotted purple line around Amon Rûdh represents the uncertain status of the Petty-dwarves there.  It was there home at one point, but the only time we see Petty-dwarves living there is when Mîm and his sons living there.  (If I am remembering correctly, after being kicked out of Nargthrond, according to The History of Middle-earth.)

This map shows the general distribution of the Teleri, Lauquendi, Petty-dwarves, Greater Dwarves, Orcs, and Ungoliant after the arrival of the Noldor and their defeating the orcs in East Beleriand.  This is before the dividing of the lands among the Noldor, so I chose not to represent them on this map. For notes on other people groups, see previous maps.

This map shows the general distribution of the Teleri, Lauquendi, Noldor, and Ungoliant after the dividing of the land among the Noldor.  The red area shows the land under control of the sons of Feanor: Specific territories for each son are outlined with dashed lines and labelled; dashed lines extending beyond the territory shows areas they are mentioned wandering/being in, but are not specifically said to have been their realms.  The orange area shows the land under control of the sons of Finarfin: Sspecific territories for each son are labelled.  The dark blue area shows the land under control of Fingolfin and his sons: Specific territories for each person are outlined with dashed lines and labelled; dashed lines extending beyond the territory shows areas they are mentioned wandering/being in, but are not specifically said to have been their realms.

The green area shows Thingol's territory, and the sea green/lighter blue shows Círdan's territory.  And the black wording shows the area the Dark Elves are said to wander in.

Finally, purple represents the area under control of Ungoliant and her offspring.  (Note: I forgot to include the dashed lines extending to the border of Doriath in this one.)

In addition, I did not include either of the Dwarves, though the Greater Dwarves are still in the same place.  And at this point, the Petty-dwarves are almost extinct, with only Mîm and his two sons living in (presumably) Amon Rúdh.

Anyway, I hope this is helpful to someone!

[silmarillaure]

Everyone in Finarfin's family are all reasons he needs therapy because they're all crazy and everyone in Feanor's family needs therapy because he’s crazy.

[annoyinglandmagazine]

This is kind of eclectic, it’s just a lot of songs I associate with this generation and just chaos in general. And I was kind of taking the piss a bit with Another One Bites the Dust but you can’t deny the accuracy.

[doodle-pops]

¨*:·Guess The Cat’s Out The Bag | Getting Caught Dating¨*:·

Headcanon: Amrod, Argon, Angrod, Galdor

˖˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Amrod — because he’s a master of pranks and grew up sharing and holding secrets for his twin, the both of you being a secret relationship is tight lip, locked and seal. That is if his twin hasn’t caught on the abnormal behaviour of his twin whenever you’re in the room.

The straightening of Amrod’s posture and the quietening of his voice whenever you set into their circle to reintroduce yourself and greet the nobilities. Amras could see how his brother’s hand shook and the starry, softer look in his brother’s eyes the longer he observed the older male.

A bright was plastered across Amrod’s face the minute you stepped into the room and made your way elegantly to his small clique. The swoosh in the fabric of your clothes and hair made you appear like a deity in his eyes, his grin accidentally stretched further across his face. Both you and his brother caught the moment and while you stared in horror at his slip up, Amras stared in suspicion.

Approaching the twins, you slightly bowed and extended your hand to greet them both, resisting the urge to turn your full attention on the social twin. Even you couldn’t hide the sparkle in your eyes the longer you locked eyes with him. It was as though Amras has vanished from your little circle along with the other guests in the room and all that mattered where you two. The little flustered look you gave him, eyes darting between his face and your glass was interrupted by the clearing of a throat.

“I don’t mean to break up the romantic love scene between you two but, how long have you been together behind my back…brother?” Amras voice rung through the air with a smirk in his voice as he faced his brother’s horrid expression.

Stuttering and stammering, Amrod felt his pressure rising as he darted around, hoping no one else saw and whispered through his teeth, “I-If you spill a word about us, you’ll wake up swimming with the geese in the pond.”

“Amrod,” you warned to calm him down and placed your hand on his arm, “no need to threaten your brother. I’m sure he’ll keep it a secret.”

“Yes Amrod! No need to threaten your brother, he’ll keep it a secret!” Amras teased and eyes shimmered over the rim of his wine glass as he wiggled his brow.

“Though, I am tempted to tell everyone…you did keep a secret from your favourite brother. You hurt me.”

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Argon — he should know better than to keep something hidden in his family especially when his siblings were Aredhel and Fingon. He grew up in their footsteps, mostly his eldest brother, so he was his confidant and advisor, he knew Fingon would be saddened that his baby brother kept such a precious secret from him.

But even Argon struggled on his own to keep your relationship under the radar. Hearing your name would make him giddy and blush, and butterflies would erupt in the pit of his stomach. Your presence would make him malfunction, so keeping your affair under the rug was a failure from the start, but a joyous attempt for laughter sake.

The twinkling of the twilight canopy loomed overhead as you and Argon laid on the slightly warmed blanket in the fields and viewed the constellations. Your fingers eagerly pointing out all the stars and calling them out in the attempt to discover the most and beat Argon, since he had the winning streak. For someone who got distracted easily, he sure had a fixed attention span when something or, in this case, someone caught it.

A mixture of soft and loud laughter rumbled throughout the undisturbed night’s air when he rolled closer to your side and whispered something humorous in your ear, followed by a kiss to your cheek. It wasn’t often he was open to affection sight everything was kept under radar, and you both had a good enough reason for such. Not a single one of you suspected the soft padding of footsteps behind you.

“So, this is why you couldn’t stay for family night,” the accusing voice of Fingon startled you both, urging you to scramble apart and off the blanket. Behind him stood Aredhel with a mischievous smirk on her face, ready to tease her baby brother. “B-Brother…it’s not what you think!”

Everyone except Argon, even you, were appalled by his line of defence, it was pathetic. “It’s not what we think?,” both exclamations came from Fingon and Aredhel before the elder spoke out, “you two were kissing and giggling like teens.” This time, he turned the heat on the tease. The obvious grin on their faces told Argon that he was in trouble from them both.

“J-Just don’t tell amillё and atar, I’ll be pestered worse than you two already plan on…”

Shrugging their shoulders, it was Aredhel who teased, “I actually don’t mind, Finno and I are going to bet on how long you two can keep it a secret.”

“I hate you two.”

˖ ˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Angrod — his idea of keeping something a secret stays a secret, so you don’t need to worry about the cat being let out the bag. He’s coherent with his actions which means no one is going to figure out you two are a thing. The most that might happen is the speculation of your relationship due to your friendship you shared as a means to linger close by.

However, they were moments that went by where the both of you weren’t being careful with your actions and everyone got the message. Let’s just say that the teasing was never ending for his huge slip up in that moment. He couldn’t help himself and lose focus when you were sitting so beautifully across from him, shinning in all your glory.

His eyes were locked on you the entire time during the dinner his parents regularly held quarterly. Dressed in your lighter house colour since you were of Telerin descent, pearls and the colours of the sea were your garments. The mistake you made with your outfit was dressing too perfectly to the point Angrod’s eyes remained locked on you at all times. Even while his brothers were chatting with him, he kept his eyes focused on your pretty figure.

“Angrod! Oi, I speaking to you!” shouted Aegnor before giving him a rough shove to make him snap out of his enchantment. Though, it was his eldest brother who was observing how he was quiet the entire night and only engaged in conversation with you. Being the outspoken person he was, Finrod forgot his filter in that moment and allowed the cat to escape the bag.

“Are you and Y/N together?” The entire table fell silent minus the coughs from you two at the abrupt question that blew your cover. “You’ve been staring all night at them brother. More than friendly…”

“I agree, there’s a bit of…affection behind those eyes. Care to tell us something we don’t know, or already suspected?” This time, Finarfin decided to join in on the teasing after observing your interactions all evening. Nothing missed his eyes and Angrod should have known better.

Clearing his throat and making a quick dart in your direction, he cast his eyes at his plate and awkwardly chuckled. Speaking up, he spoke too quickly, giving himself away, “N-No, there isn’t anything between us, just friendship.”

At first, there was a silence that fell over the table before the cheeky announcement from Finrod. “I told you he’d deny it. Pay up, you all lost the bet!”

“Wait! You all placed bets?”

“Yeah, but all you had to do was admit you were together and not lie. Now I have to pay both father and brother,” quarrelled Aegnor, “thanks a lot idiot.”

˖ ˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Galdor — the only reason this lovely quiet Lord would keep his relationship a secret would be to prevent the prying and mischievous eyes of his best buddies from making things clustering. Galdor had heard enough from the other Lords’ lovers that they were snoopy, and that was the last thing Galdor wanted. He wanted to love you on his own with any intervention.

All day he was in his study, busy with filling out orders for the upcoming spring festival and ensuring that his produce was healthy and in stock. You didn’t have to be in the room to know that he was tired and frantic hence your reason for visiting during the later hours of the evening when most of his work cleared up. Standing behind him and massaging his shoulders, you couldn’t help but lean in to give him a chaste kiss which escalated.

As sweet and chaste it was, you wanted another and leaned forward to capture his lips in another round of light kisses. You could feel Galdor melting into your touch and tell that he craved them just as much as you did. Turning to face you causing the kiss to deepen, there was the sound of the doorknob twisting and in walked Lord Ecthelion followed by the Egalmoth with awkward stares on their faces. As intruding they were, it was strange to witness their friend being romantic when he claimed he was single.

“So, which one of us won the bet?”

“I don’t believe any of us won. We all bet that he really didn’t have someone.”

“The both of you are aware that I can hear you right?” Snapping their head over to an irritated Galdor they lifted their hands to show their surrender, however, Galdor knew one would speak. The smirk on Egalmoth’s face spoke volumes since he was known for his gossiping tendencies.

“If word gets out, I’ll find you Egalmoth.”

“You want to keep it a secret? Why? We could be celebrating and getting drunk in your honour.”

Huffing, Galdor stood from his chair and rounded the desk to stand with his arms folded across his chest. “Because I will poison your food supply, that’s why. You are the worst at keeping secrets; I don’t trust you.”

“You want to bet that I can keep it a secret?”

“If you lose, I’ll really poison your food supply.”

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I don't like the babyfication of the smallest siblings of the finwean families. I headcanon that they are worst than their older brothers.

Aegnor & Angrod: They live at Dorthonion!! Right in front of Thangorodrim. If someone is afraid of death its certainly not them. Plus they are named something like fire fist? Metal something? Those boys are chads

Argon: Fought orcs by himself and freezed to death. Give this boy some credit. I bet he was like a mini version of Turgon but with Anairë's looks.

Amras & Amrod: ooooh ok. I actually have a crazy headcanon for this two: Amrod dies at losgar and Amras goes crazy. Like actually crazy. He moves to Ossiriand and stablosjes on Amon Ereb, far from the north and there he becomes his own version of Frankenstein and brings Amrod back to life.

Putting that appart, i think he was the only brother who was actually eager for the Third Kinslaying. He survived the most and that speaks a lot to me about his strength.