#andreth x aegnor

[edennill]

Dorthonion-adjacent dashboard Simulator

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What should one do if one ends up loving a woman one can never be with? Asking for a friend.

Wish I had talked about what it's like with my grandmother when I still could. But she got her wish at long last.

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Is she already taken? If not you can wait around and maybe she'll change her mind.

That's what I've been doing since I was an adolescent

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It's not that simple...

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It's almost finished!!

#embroidery #handcrafts #traditional costume #girl sews

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normalise being angry at fate though

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was anyone going to tell me the elvenking is on here liking random posts by bëorians or was I supposed to learn this by having it happen to me

#I am not offended if you are reading this your Majesty just wow #I've never spoken to him in real life and it's like #I think I'm going to think about this for the next two years

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I'm leaving for the war in two weeks is there anything I should know

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basically if it's your first time you're going to get assigned on the inner border and you're never going to see battle as long as you're there so don't worry/reconcile yourself to that depending on what your attitude is.

unless the leaguer breaks but then I have no idea what it could be like since it's never happened before.

so yeah, bring some cards, board games or whatever. a stash of trinkets since the only thing people do half the time is gamble lol. things you're prepared to lose.

most the watchtowers are pretty well equipped so if there's any food from home you really can't bear to part with now's the time to learn how to prepare it.

decide whether you want to mingle with elves a lot or not because whether you do really depends on your posting and you can pull some strings to get assigned where you want. by which I mean ask nicely. it can be more strict on the outer border but for early timers it's pretty easy-going. also try to ascertain if you have any family you want to be with and where.

do not bring arms unless you have some heirloom of really good quality. no use lugging a piece of metal around when you're going to be told it's more danger to you than to hypothetical orcs and lent something better.

same with basically anything you don't have a proper version of. except blankets. there's always a shortage of blankets for no discernible reason - it's an injoke at this point - and you want to have several.

don't take letter paper. it hurts to see recruits arrive with a soggy mess in their backpacks when we've literally got reams of it in the storeoom.

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thanks! 👍

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#memes only Bëorians will fully understand #dorthonionposting

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[chaos-of-the-abyss]

'Nonetheless for all your valor, I say again: "what know ye of death?" To you it may be in pain, it may be bitter and a loss—but only for a time, a little taken from abundance, unless I have been told untruth. For ye know that in dying you do not leave the world, and that you may return to life.

'Otherwise it is with us: dying we die, and we go out to no return. Death is an uttermost end, a loss irremediable. And it is abominable; for it is also a wrong that is done to us.'

i've seen takes that aegnor eventually departs from the halls after making peace with his parting from andreth, but imo it's so much more fitting that he chooses to never be reborn in aman and remains in mandos for all eternity (or at least until the end of arda marred). andreth here points out what she perceives as one of the differences between death for elves and death for men: that elves may be re-embodied and live their lives anew, while for men death is the absolute end, from which they have no chance to return. but aegnor voluntarily rejects the ability of the elves to live anew, he voluntarily refuses the chance to return, because to him life has no meaning without andreth whom he loves so deeply. in a way, his death -- being forced to leave beleriand and in doing so being forced to leave andreth forever -- is an absolute end for him

[darklinaforever]

I would have loved to have more information on this tragic love story of Andreth & Aegnor !

They, but also Elrond & Celebrian would have deserved more material in Tolkien's writings !

These two relationships break my little heart !

[fellowship-of-the-doodles]

Andreth and Aegnor, requested by @bailesu

[middle-earth-press]

Mysterious Love Affair in the Works in Dorthonion?

Little cousin's public speculations about Lady Andreth's love life quickly hushed over by subject on New Year's Feast

Beleriand Celebrity Gossip

[lamemaster]

To Be Loved By The Secondborn

Finrod writes a letter to his father. He writes a letter because some things can't help but be left to the boundaries of a sheet of paper and a stain of ink. Some things are left unsaid for the world to let them nurture in peace.

To my father who grieves a son,

To be loved by edain is to burn with the light of the Silmarils. Feelings so blinding that they often take away any sense of self. Men don't love the same way as the elves do. The elves love like the fire that burns in the core of the Earth, like the water that loses itself in the air, like the roots that grasp the ground with passing decades. It is love destined forever. The kind of love that thrums throughout immortality and love given only to one.

But father, men love recklessly. No bond, no oath, no ring holds power to bind their hearts the way it does for elves. It is only the will of their soul that their love blooms even in the floating sand of the desert.

Their love does not grow old like the roots of an aging tree. Instead, it blooms like the blossom of incoming spring. Troubled marriages, estranged relationships, or even indifference can't help but bow to that kind of love.

It is in no form perfect, for nothing on the face of Arda remains unmarred. Yet, despite its flaws and its impermanence, it remains cherished no matter what.

Even Eru's bittersweet gift of death could not stop our distant kindred's love for life. Men who are unbound to Arda, dare to love it. They love so deeply as to lose themselves in it. A love beyond the creator and its creation.

Maybe we elves love truer, deeper, and better but Men father...they love with the intensity of light beyond this world. Maybe it is the spark of fate that awaits them. Maybe it is the reason that even Eru holds them closer.

Such love, I have seen in the eyes of Andreth. The world could mock my brother for falling for a human but I know better. I have seen the love that runs in the bodies that barely have the power to foster it. Maybe I would have grieved for Aegnor, had I not met the edain woman who held the power to challenge an elven lord.

Most view my brother's tale as a tragedy of separated lovers. They do so because for us elves the tale of Beren and Luthien comes closest to our love. Yet, most of us have not known love as humans do. Aegnor and Andreth are not a tragedy. They are a tale unfinished. An end yet to be written and believe me father, the end of their story lies beyond our world.

I will wait for that end. I will wait with my brother who dared to love like an edain.

Yours,

Finrod

[elficially-done-with-life]

I left out Finwë & Míriel & Indis, since that situation is quiet complicated to put it simple😅

I only included ships I (for some reason) found fanworks about during my time in this fandom, if there is a canon/noncanon ship that i did not include that isn't because I don't like it but simply because I didn't find it here (I'm still kind of new to the fandom, I've only been here for like three months...)

[ruiniel]

[elena-kukanova]

Winter Dortonion and a brief moment of happiness Andret teaching Aegnor how to skate. I like the idea that skating is a human invention, and something the elves could learn from the edain :3

Эта работа будет украшать последнюю страницу календаря на предстоящий год :)

...Наконец, они достигли озера, о котором им говорила Андрет. Замерзшая гладь была так чиста, что казалась темно-синей, с невиданно сложенными в глубине друг на друга белыми голышами круглой гальки. К берегу вел крутой спуск — летом его обожали ласточки, ежа, васильки и ромашка, но зимой склон становился пуст и тих. Андрет улыбнулась им и помахала рукой: Айканаро видел, что она стояла на берегу, где сквозь толстый лед, ещё белый на мелководье, пробивались рогоз и камыш. Травы засохли и мертво шелестели. Братья в нерешительности замерли, глядя на лёд. За щеки куснул порыв холодного ветра, будто подгоняя спуститься вниз. Айканаро неодобрительно поглядел на гладкий, страшный черно-синий лед. Он ненавидел эту синюю бездну — аж передергивало. До сих пор в ушах стоял ломко-жуткий, далеко разносящийся во влажном воздухе треск. Как светла, легка и нетронута этим кошмаром казалась Андрет! Она не ведала ужасов Хелькараксэ и не знала, как долго спорил он с братом о том, что им следовало попробовать разделить зимнюю забаву эдайн: может, то излечило бы их обоих от вечного ужаса п��ред снегом и льдом, навсегда въевшимися в память знаком горя, предательства, лишений и смерти...

Харт, "Снежинка" https://archiveofourown.org/works/50857267

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

how silm characters react to the fandom

Feanaro: gets way too involved way too quickly, has multiple troll accounts and blocks anyone who sa-si’s.

Nerdanel: can’t really use technology but thinks it’s kind of fun.

Maitimo: instant anxiety attack. Is morbidly fascinated by all the russingon smut. Thinks the Fingon content is sweet. Loves kidnap fam.

Maglor: follows nails-in-my-wall. Immediately starts shitposting about his family. Uncertain why half the fandom thinks he’s a crab.

Celegorm: Deleted his account when he realised Finrod got more rep than him. His new account only is on the low down.

Caranthir: embezzling fanartists somehow. No moral compass.

Curufin: found silvergifting, had a heart attack.

Nolofinwë: Anaire keeps complimenting all the art of him and he’s getting flustered.

Fingon: obsessively saves artwork of Maedhros. Ironically endorses the posts calling him a posh asshole.

Aredhel: gets so much closure from all the online support.

Turgon: disproportionately annoyed by one (1) person who said he was insensitive.

Finarfin: always brings up the youngsters on the internet who think he’s a good king.

Finrod: thinks he’s not famous enough. Works to remedy that.

Aegnor: wonders why everyone thinks he owns and frequently uses a hair straightener; cries over every artwork of him and Andreth.

Galadriel: no one knows and it’s frankly disturbing.

Elrond: periodically censors posts using him as a moral compass. Offers hugs to everyone who reblogged that one post.

[edennill]

Monna Innominata, Sonnet 14 by Christina Rosetti

Youth gone, and beauty gone if ever there Dwelt beauty in so poor a face as this; Youth gone and beauty, what remains of bliss? I will not bind fresh roses in my hair, To shame a cheek at best but little fair,-- Leave youth his roses, who can bear a thorn,-- I will not seek for blossoms anywhere, Except such common flowers as blow with corn. Youth gone and beauty gone, what doth remain? The longing of a heart pent up forlorn, A silent heart whose silence loves and longs; The silence of a heart which sang its songs While youth and beauty made a summer morn, Silence of love that cannot sing again.

The Andreth vibes are killing me.

[chaos-of-the-abyss]

“I know not how many years my life will go on,” he told her once. They were newly courting then – by a mere handful of hours, in fact, and none save for themselves had even known of their decision. “And I know not what shall become of me, the west or the beyond of creation. Perhaps I will cease to be altogether. If we wed, it may conclude very painfully. But I love you, Nimloth. Far better to me is it that I spend my life with you, even if I must lose you at the end of it.”

that snippet is part of a dior/nimloth-centric wip that may see the light of day anywhere between a few months to several years from now -- but looking at it i just realized that dior/nimloth to some extent is a sort of inverse to andreth/aegnor? well, they're not in precisely analogous situations because aegnor had the war going on which influenced his decision not to go forth in a relationship with andreth. but it was also the pain at the thought of being helpless as andreth grows old and dies and he loses her forever that shut down the possibility of a real relationship between the two of them, despite them mutually being in love. dior/nimloth, meanwhile -- dior clearly ages much faster than elves do, even if maybe slower than a human, so they must know there's a good chance that if they get married nimloth might also be unable to do anything but watch as her husband ages and dies, and there's a good chance he'll go beyond arda and they'll never see each other again. for their part dior and nimloth decide to take that bullet, and bear the pain that comes with possibility, to be together. that's just. hmmm. i never thought about that, of andreth/aegnor and dior/nimloth being in similar (though again, not identical) situations and taking opposite paths. anddd both relationships end in tragedy anyway so there's that too :))))

[salmonhere]

Forever

Also old work 🙏

[dreamlandcreations]

Imagine Halbrand realising that the light he was drawn to in Galadriel is actually yours...

Imagine Halbrand realising that the light he was drawn to in Galadriel is actually yours...

He couldn't wrap his mind around it. He perceived you to be nothing different than any ordinary elf. No, not even that, he thought your human half left you even weaker. He couldn't be more wrong.

The scene kept haunting him even hours later. A glimpse at your true form, your true strength that you somehow kept hidden behind your mortal blood's influence... It was still hard to believe what he perceived of Galadriel was just a fragment, an echo of your true light.

His yearning for it more intense than anything he ever felt, yet your words to the elf in the next cell kept knocking him back down to earth.

The blissfully calm exterior you presented for the days he had known you had shattered when Galadriel was trying to justify her actions by her need for vengeance and she tried to rope you into her mess with reminding you of your shared loss in the worst way possible.

"Do you not care that the evil who took them from us is still out there?" she accused, going on about listing her brothers' bravery to go to fight evil and urging you to do the same.

Your reaction was startlingly violent. Grabbing her neck through the bars, you practically hissed through your teeth the words that condemned your kin to her current hollow state.

"I am tired of you using them as an excuse to justify your bloodthirst. If you ever again dare to imply that this selfish insanity is for them, tainting their name, their memory, and everything they stood for, then I might put you out of your misery myself." Halbrand saw you squeeze the elf's throat for good measure before you delivered your sentence to his fellow sinner.

"If you wish to wallow in this darkness, I will not hold you back anymore." As you said these words, he could see the light leaving Galadriel and returning to you, the bond he couldn't sense before cut by you, revealing a darkness not only in her but deep down in your human heart as well before he had seen your soul glow unlike any other elf's he ever met.

His need for you was edging on obsession but your parting words left him with equal amount of hope and dread as he realised how similar his and the elf's trouble is. Clearly thinking about what to do and with a slightly regretful expression you left the elf a little glimpse of light after all.

"Perhaps it is my fault," you mused out loud. "I was holding you up for too long and you forgot how to walk on your own." You paused with a heavy sigh. "What I know for certain now that if you do not want to get up from the floor where you are wasting away, then I cannot help." Another pause, a longer one as you contemplated something before gently adding on your offer. "You have to find your strength to stand on your own but if you do, and you want my help then, I promise, I will not let you fall."

Those words were like knives to his heart. The eternal loneliness he felt amplified to an unbearable degree but there was also a spark of hope, that perhaps you would offer the same help to him if he asked for it...

[rinthecap]

Andreth and Aegnor in Vietnamese traditional clothings