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[firefly-artwork]

My chara-designs for the House of Finwë : Part 7

Curufin & Celebrimbor

[polutrope]

“Do you know what the songs say, of how he removed the jewel from Morgoth’s crown?”

Curufin startles, turns. The last words Maglor spoke directly to him had been curses cried in anger, condemning him for Felagund’s fate. Curufin had borne it coolly while Maedhros held him off from further violence. 

“How?” asks Curufin, affecting ambivalence.

“With your knife,” Maglor supplies.

“What of it?” 

Maglor huffs: scornful, knowing. “Do you not think it strange, that you possessed this thing so long? This blade that so easily claimed a Silmaril?”

Ah — what poetic logic, Curufin thinks, and returns to his work.

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

thinking about explanations vis à vis angrist in the lay of leithian, the question being whether or not it was the knife, the wielder, or the forger (or some triangulation of multiple factors??) that made it possible for beren and lúthien to cut the silmaril free. the appeal of it being simply the knife itself is great for dharmic dramatic irony punished-by-the-narrative significance, since curufin had possession of something that could have fulfilled the oath and just didn't know it (!!!!), but the idea that it was beren and lúthien in particular who allowed angrist to cleave through morgoth's crown lines up nicely with the general fairy-tale logic of leithian. that it was their courage and fierce hope prising the silmaril out and the knife was just an accessory. curufin couldn't've done it even if he'd tried—in fact, maybe he lost angrist because of his own actions, and in true fairy-tale fashion it went to those who best merited it. and then there's the possibility that telchar was just on something different, which doesn't have any narrative bearing that i can figure out.. and of course it's always also feasible that nothing was special or different, and any sharp object could have done the job, it's just that no one tried. which has a nice sort of futility to it all in all

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

The Leap of Beren fiasco happened because Tolkien needed to get Angrist to Beren. A conflict between Curufin and Beren at least was inevitable.

[admirableprecious]

Some headcanon(brand new with not quite new)

”The remnants of Angrist were left behind in the nethermost hall of Angband when Beren and Lúthien escaped Dor-na-Daerachas.[4]”

Uh huh. And then Morgoth gave those remnants to Princess Sauron who in turn reforged it into a dagger of “perfect” steel that he often kept hidden under his left forearm or wherever it suited him.

Celebrimbor added jewels to the hilt as a gift. Awwww…but then, well, it’s pretty mean headcanon. :(

It’s also used at Dagor Dagorath, but that’s another headcanon.

[silm-pronunciations]

Angrist, knife of Curufin

(with which Beren cut the Silmaril from The Dark One's crown)

[opiumvampire]

mad today!

[fostersffff]

Hard to believe that any of the Super Best Friend Play gang went on to have children, and especially hard to believe that it was fucking Pat, but it's so nice to see him (and Woolie) gush about the babby.

[traveljournals]

[tlaquetzqui]

What flattery could Sauron and the Ring use to manipulate him that wouldn’t just get met with “duh, I know”, though? It couldn’t even use “everyone will know how great you are” because Sonic would say “Oh they will soon enough without your help, ✌️Precious✌️, I just haven’t bothered showing them.” (I feel it’s clear Sonic would make air quotes every time he refers to the Ring by Mairon’s name.)

The only tack I can think of Sauron being able to take is “defeating me wouldn’t really count unless you give me my Ring”. Which Sauron might not be childish enough to expect—does he seem like the kind of person who would anticipate Goku healing Cell to make the final fight better?

Also…“Hey what do you say, Gwaihir, Gandalf (love the wardrobe upgrade by the way, buddy): want to help the Knight of the Wind ride again?” It’s not like this would be his first rodeo with a dark lord. The desire to prevent things and people from passing away, Sauron’s main trap for both Elves and Men, is even involved! (“Sounds pretty lame!”)

Sonic the Hedgehog (sustained speed of 767 MPH) could have made the journey from the Shire to Mount Doom (1718.5 miles) in just over two hours. But also he famously loves rings, so he almost assuredly would have found the thrall of the Ring far too powerful to resist. Tails would have had to shoot him

[asoftepiloguemylove]

LIKE A BAD DOG // OH BEOMSEOK

약한영웅 (Weak Hero) dir. Yoo Soomin & Park Danhee // Mitski Cop Car // David Lynch The Angrist Dog in the World // Fatima Aamer i am an observer, but not by choice // 약한영웅 (Weak Hero) dir. Yoo Soomin & Park Danhee // Emily Palermo What I Could Never Confess Without Some Bravado // Ethel Cain Strangers // 약한영웅 (Weak Hero) dir. Yoo Soomin & Park Danhee // Taylor Swift this is me trying // unknown // 약한영웅 (Weak Hero) dir. Yoo Soomin & Park Danhee // Agust D & Kim Jong Wan 어땠을까 (Dear my friend) // Axstina I'm not a violent dog, I don't know why I bite. // 약한영웅 (Weak Hero) dir. Yoo Soomin & Park Danhee // Mitski Cop Car

[hhimring]

Not sure whether this works for @maedhrosmaglorweek, really, but that is what I had in mind, when I wrote some more context for a previously existing snippet about Narsil.

(Teens, no major warnings)

It was Maglor who taught Elros sword-fighting, along will all other regular lessons. Maedhros, as on other occasions, would occasionally appear on the sidelines with additional hints, encouragement, and sometimes decide to take on a specific session, not always sharing his reasoning, and then leave the rest to Maglor again. This, Elros eventually concluded, was all to the good. Maglor was better with a sword than Elros was ever likely to be—or so it often seemed to him—and while Maedhros was even more brilliant, sessions with him were intense.

It was not that Elros feared that Maedhros would lose himself during a session, forgetting what he was doing or even attacking him. That slip of the mind into past pain seemed to happen only, at times, when Maedhros was not focussing on a task at hand. The grip of a sword in his hand had a way of steadying him, especially; it must be all those daily exercise routines. Even fully present, Maedhros could be nerve-racking in ways Elros preferred not to think too closely about, right below the surface. Elrond understood all that better, so Elros did not need to.

This, today, was just an unexpected trip to a storage room, though, although Elros would have liked to have some idea why they were here. He saw Maedhros lifting something long, narrow, and wrapped from the wall.

‘This blade should come to you,’ said Maedhros, thoughtfully.

‘Should?’ Elros asked, his voice brittle. ‘Is it from Sirion, then?’

Maedhros seemed taken aback.

‘No,’ he said after a pause. ‘It was originally commissioned by my uncle for the House of Hador. That is, it was intended for Gundor, Hador’s son. But it was just before the Dagor Bragollach and, by the time Telchar had finished the blade, Fingolfin, Hador and Gundor were all dead and the road to Hithlum was hazardous. My brother Caranthir stood surety and paid for the sword so that Telchar’s contract should not be breached.

Since then, the sword has sometimes been used in defence, at need, but it has never had an owner. It was crafted for someone of Hadorian height and stature.’ Maedhros looked meaningfully at Elros. ‘Like you.’

Elros realized, all at once, that what had brought this on was his recent, slightly embarrassing rapid spurt of growth—hence the measuring look that Maedhros had given him before taking him here. It was the first time Elros had been given a sword of his own; his previous practice sword had been from the common store.

Thrilled, he drew the sword and gazed in awe at its blade. Forged by the famous Telchar, the same smith that had made Angrist, the knife that cut the Silmaril from Morgoth’s Iron Crown! And Maedhros had guessed aright; the way the sword instantly felt like a better fit for his grip and his sword arm than any he had wielded before. He tried out some practice moves where he stood. Elros was in love.

Maedhros picked up a birch broom, slipped neatly past Elros’s guard and tapped him on the shoulder with the twiggy end, drawing Elros’s attention back to him.

‘The work of a master craftsman should be respected!’ he said, ‘But, mind you, it is not an heirloom.’

Elros blinked, puzzled. How could the sword not be an heirloom, with its storied history?

‘You need to be able to lay it aside or give it away.’

Elros understood. Reduced to near-destitution by the ineluctable claim to that one set of heirlooms, the last Sons of Feanor had come to value possessions the more if no claim attached to them.

‘By the way,’ said Maedhros, as if it was an afterthought, ‘it was intended to be called Narsil.’

From a letter by Queen Inzilbeth in Armenelos to her mother Lindorie of Andunie, originally in cipher.

In a chest in a forgotten recess in the Treasury I found an ancient sword carefully put aside and in perfect condition. A scrap of writing with it and comparison with records elsewhere has led me to conclude that this must be the sword our forefather Tar-Minyatur wielded before he took up Aranruth, given to him by the Sons of Feanor. I do not know why this historic weapon was almost hidden in this way, when Aranruth and Dramborleg are displayed proudly in glass cases in the centre of the main hall. Perhaps the association with the Sons of Feanor seemed politically less opportune than the sword of Thingol that the survivors of Sirion had saved for the return of Elwing’s sons?

In any case, I resolved to seize the chance the situation offered me. There is no risk now that Narsil will be wielded by the King’s Men against the Faithful, ever. I managed to take it to Noirinan, hidden inside one of the hooped skirts that are so fashionable this season. I can hardly be said to have stolen it, since I was taking it back to its original bearer! But I am also letting you know that Narsil is concealed inside Tar-Minyatur’s sarcophagus—please pass on that knowledge to our cousins of Andunie as you see fit.

[pollkien]

FINARFIN PROPAGANDA:

Certified grass toucher, as can be seen from the image

“He was of his mother’s kind in mind and body, having the golden hair of the Vanyar, their noble and gentle temper, and their love of the Valar. As well as he could he kept aloof from the strife of his brothers and their estrangement from the Valar, and he often sought peace among the Teleri, whose language he learned.” HE IS SO ADORABLE

Blonde!

Invented blonde Noldor probably

Likely divorced with Eärwen. Come get your single dilfs

The fairest and wisest of heart 🥺🥺🥺

“But Finarfin spoke softly, as was his wont, and sought to calm the Noldor, persuading them to pause and ponder ere deeds were done that could not be undone” he just seems so cute

Turned back in the march like a good boy. King of Valinor. He deserves it

Led the Valinorean Noldor to war against Morgoth <3

Also his house is the fairest of the three houses. Fun fact. Wink judge

“In earlier texts Ingoldo was the mother-name of Fingolfin, whereas Finarfin's was Ingalaurë, given to him due his Vanyarin golden hair,[15] which was even more golden than the Vanyar” so so blond

TELCHAR PROPAGANDA:

Made Angrist, which was the knife used to cut out one of the Silmarils from Morgoth’s crown!

Probably smashed Curufin let’s be honest

I think he also made Túrin’s helmet. Cool

Also made Narsil, Elendil's sword. Such a talented guy. HOT.

"one of the greatest smiths in the history of Middle-earth." we love a creative king. Also once again L to Curufin

Trained by some guy named Gamil Zirak which is a pretty cool name. Transitive property of sexiness.

Arms strong from smashing hammers…

Also he is one of fee named dwarves in the Silm give him some credit

[aran-morinorea]

i think the chapter titles are lines from Of Beren and Luthien. there's some good shit in there. especially stripped of context so a line that referred to carcharoth originally could describe my wonderful monstrous son, evil finrod

also i dont know how to prevent huan from tearing finrod's throat out. also celebrimbor is theoretically also present and idk wtf to do with him.

So I didn't want to put this on this post because that's like serious irl shit. but I do have a. a silm au. about the 'thinking of the self as inherently Good and Nice' thing. its working title is The Worst Finrod and it makes the 'catastrophic consent-related miscommunication' fic look like therapy-speak fluff. it took a while to decide whether it was "finrod Stayed Alive Wrong after the torture zone" or "finrod has been straight up possessed or replaced by sauron" and i decided on the former. because blorbo bleebus is a toy and i love breaking him

you see. finrod is The Nice One. he and curvo and tyelko are definitely not justifying horrific vengeance because if finrod is doing it it must be good. right. right guys

[sesamenom]

meet again at the end of time

(aka: C&C finally get their own pet edain)

some background:

(for those not following the braywashed saga) the two guys in the middle are (real, entirely human) wrestlers Elton Prince & Kit Wilson of Pretty Deadly, introduced to the silm fandom by @kitwilsonsass, and known for their uncanny resemblance to C&C in both appearance and demeanor.

As Arda is Earth, the Dagorath has not yet happened, and PD are human people who exist, it is entirely canon compliant for them to join C&C in the dagorath. Hence, CCPD alliance.

design notes:

CC

Celegorm's tattoos represent a symbol of devotion to Orome/the Hunt by imitating Orome's vala markings. Given that bows aren't the best weapon for melee fights, his primary weapon here is based on a boar spear, because I imagine similar tactics would be helpful against some of Morgoth's larger creatures. He wears the Feanorian star once on his armband and once painted on his shield (not shown).

Curufin's helm is based off the Silm description of the red-plumed helms of the Host of Feanor. His armor features one Feanorian star and the Trees (telperion not shown), and his shield bears one other star. He wears a dwarven knife (not Angrist since beren broke it) on his belt.

PD

Based on braywashed's assortment of PD outfit posts, they seem to have a light/dark color scheme, reflected here in their armor colors. Their hairstyles are based on what seems like their irl/interview-hair (aka practical hairstyle, because as unnaturally elven as they are they sadly do not have magical hair) (x). Elto's pink arrow fletchings and Kitto's blue mesh cape refer to the pink/blue matching outfit (x), while Elto's bow/quiver harness and both of their shirt colors reference the harness outfit.

Their weapons follow the opposite color scheme as their armor for contrast purposes, and weapon types (double rapiers + bow, double daggers) are based on braywashed's post here.

Both of PD's armor designs draw influence from c. 15th century English armor, seeing as they are British people, and feature a unique half-breastplate evocative of the extremely cropped sleeve shirt things they normally wear when wrestling.

edit: uploaded the wrong version (no tattoos) at first oops