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fishandskygremlin · 4 years ago

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Some of my Headcanon concerning the Peredhel Twin.

-We know that their grandfather Dior grew up very quickly for an elf, but their father Earandil seemed to grew up pretty much like an elf. Therefore I believe half Elven children each have their own pace.

For me Elros grew quicker than his brother, and when they ended up with Gil-Galad Elros was the human equivalent of a 30 years old, while Elrond was the human equivalent of a 17 years old.

Which mean that Elros was the wise elder brother while Elrond kept doing weird shit, starting fight and overall being a general nuisance of himself.

When people learned that Elros wanted to be a man and Elrond an Elf, they where sure they had heard wrong.

-Elrond was such a little shit. Keep doing pranks, and he didn’t really got at first why did Maglor and Maedhros abandoned them, so he tried to run away a few time. Elros, mentally older, explained to him that they couldn’t get back and that he had to trust him. Elrond finally understood when he had his sons.

-Gil-Galad chose Elrond has his Herald because :

Chaos

Elrond had a very human approach to problems.That is : solve it NOW, not IN THREE MILLION YEARs. Which is the preferred solution for elves because since they have forever they tend to take it. But their problems never get solved.

Mischief

He had a very good “get fucked” expression

He was the only one able to somewhat control Celebrimbor ( who had a very Fëanorian approach to orders. That is listen to what you want and discard the rest)

He was the son of Maedhros. Which meant trained by Maedhros. You could say what you wanted about Maedhros but he knew what being a leader meant and how to be a warrior.

-The reason why Elrond refused to king after Gil-Galad Died is because he and Elros used to drink together to bitch about their kingdom and their people and the stupid rules and diplomat and paperwork and and and...

Elrond went Nope. Not doing that shit.

-While Elros called himself son of Maglor, Elrond called himself son of Maedhros.

-When Maedhros died, Elrond chose the path of elf. He already knew he was going toward that path, but he truly chose that path because he wanted to have one chance to see his dad again.

He will never tell Maedhros that, neither that he sometime though of killing himself to see Maedhros in the hall.

-It’s not that Elros and Elrond hate their biological father it’s that they didn’t know him. He was never there. And while they forgived their mum for abandoning them when faced with her old boogeymen and not coming back to get them because she might have thought they were dead, they didn’t forget the fact that she didn’t pay too much attention to them when they were younger. She was traumatized yes, but that didn’t mean she had to traumatized them in return. But they blame their dad more because he was never there, busy having Aventure. And as adults with responsibilities they couldn’t imagine squirting them to have fun. And definitely not their responsibility to their children.

#elros tar minyatur #elros #elrond #elrond and elros #peredhel #elrond halfelven #maedhros #maglor #disaster family #tolkien #silmarillion #elwing #earandil

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greater-than-the-sword · 5 years ago

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Me at the Mariners game: so which one of these guys is Earandil

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mrpku · 5 years ago

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Breath of the Wild is the Silmarillion

There's something beautiful about how Tolkein's worlds are mostly full of empty lands. Even "settled" lands are often sparesely populated areas like Rohan or Bree, with the occasional town or village.

This vibe reminded me of something, and then I realized: This is what the Hyrule of Breath of the Wild feels like. Then I realized something else: Breath of the Wild is clearly a thinly-veiled reskin of the Silmarillion. Consider:

The story takes place in a generation after a great battle (originally, Nirnaeth Arnoediad), in which the dark power won. The land is now mostly empty, and overrun with monsters. The North/Centre is dominated by a tall, dark castle full of sleepless, dark vigilance. There are still a few safe places. The lost woods are Doriath - protected by a guardian who spread a veil of shadows and confusion to protect the borders of the land. Classically, Link was adopted and raised by the Deku tree, like Turin was by Thingol. Zora's domain is Gondolin: A carved, beautiful city, hidden on a flat plain/lake surrounded by cliffs and mountains.

Before we do the rest of the geography, let's talk about history: a generation ago, we had the great battle in which evil overran the land. But long before that, in ancient times, the good people came from a faraway, magical civilization with untold wonders of craft and magic. This obviously represents Valinor. However, in the last battle, their craft was turned against them, and they were defeated by treachery. This clearly represents the silmarils' captured by Morgoth (evil captures source of ancient wonder), causing the oath of Feanor to turn against and destroy the Noldor. Back to geography: On the shores of the great sea, there is a lighthouse laboratory, inhabited by the eldest hylian, which is Link's strongest connection to the ancient magic. This represents the havens of Cirdan (oldest elf in middle-Earth), and their connection to Valinor. The Gorons represent Nargothrond (Mountain stronghold under the shadow of a fire dragon, source of many gems, dwarvish elements). The Gerudo represent the lands of the sons of Feanor - theoretically good guys but untrusting of strangers and outsiders. The treacherous Yiga clan lives in Gerudo lands, representing the treachery of the oath of Feanor (in particular, Celegorm and Curufin). The icy mountains of the northwest represent Dor-Lomin, and are occupied by monsters (much like how Dor-Lomin was occupied by Easterlings).

Now to the characters:

Link is Turin: A deadly warrior wandering the occupied lands, defeating monsters wherever he goes but never ultimately conquering them. Like Turin (and unlike most storied warriors), he uses a variety of different weapons at different times. However, two items are strongly associated with him: A piece of armour inherited by his house since ancient times (for Turin, the dragon-helm of Dor-Lomin. For Link, the Hero's tunic), and a cursed sword. The master sword, like Gurthang, comes from the vaults of Doriath/The Lost Woods. Like Gurthang, the master sword saps the life of its users (Gurthang ended up killing both of its wielders. The Master Sword requires a blood sacrifice to pick up).

Zelda represents Hurin: A hero and leader taken prisoner in the last great battle, who is now kept prisoner in the highest tower of Thangorodrim/Hyrule Castle. Despite her long imprisonment and curse, she defies Gannon/Morgoth still.

The one thing they did change was the end: Turin's story has a downer ending, and the obviously couldn't have that. So they grafted in the story of Earandil: Using the ancient power's light (i.e. the light of Valinor, the silmaril), given to him by the female lead (Zelda now represents Elwing), the hero manages to summon the power of the ancients in order to defeat the great demon (although the land is still broken, and must be healed).

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eviljewelry-tolkienfancollection · 1 year ago

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This is a great write-up. I’m curious where it is said that Elrond only identifies with the Noldor? I used to think this, too, and not sure where the idea came from - maybe because Imladris is where the Noldor live during the third age but it’s also not just Noldor there. The more I think about it, I don’t know if Elrond really separates himself. He does claim Earandil as his father but also that’s what Tolkien did - usually people only claim fathers and not mothers when sharing their heritage unless it’s Galadriel’s kid.

So I’d be curious if he was actually very close to Elrond…esp after the Feanorians they lived with Cirdan’s people incl the Sindar refugees.

However - Thranduil is NOT on the White Council (Cirdan is) and so I feel like he would resent this — that other elves and Istari are making decisions for the continent without him.

In the Third Age, what kind of relationship did Thranduil have with the remaining great Elves (Galadriel, Elrond, Círdan, Glorfindel and Celeborn) who were still in Middle Earth? How do you think they felt about him and vice versa? Also, what kind of presence would Thranduil have at council (such as a meeting of the White Council or the Council of Elrond), in your opinion?

This is a good question!

I expect there are people in fandom who know mich more on this than I do, particularly if there’s material on Thranduil in the History of Middle-earth books, most of which I haven’t read. There’s very little on Thranduil in The Lord of the Rings; I’m working mainly from Unfinished Tales, which has more.

The references in Unfinished Tales point to Thranduil wanting to stay out of the politics of western Middle-earth and particularly, after the heavy losses faced by the Elves of Greenwood during the Last Alliance, wanting to keep his people from being embroiled in another Noldor-led bloodbath.

There was constant intercourse between [Oropher’s] people and their kin across the river, until the War of the Last Alliance [emphasis mine].

Despite the desire of the Silvan Elves to meddle as little as might be in the affairs of the Noldor or the Sindar, or of any other peoples, Dwarves, Men, or Orcs, Oropher had the wisdom to foresee that peace would not return unless Sauron was overcome. He therefore assembled a great army of his now numerous people…he led the host of Silvan Elves to battle. [Their losses were grievous and] Thranduil his son…led home barely a third of the army that had marched to war.

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[Oropher and the Sindar who came with him to Greenwood] came from Doriath after its ruin, and had no desire to leave Middle-earth, nor to be merged with the other Sindar of Beleriand, dominated by the Noldorin Exiles for whom the folk of Doriath had no great love. They wished indeed to become Silvan folk and to return, as they said, to the simple life natural to the Elves before the invitation of the Valar had disturbed it.

This does not mean that Thranduil was unaware of what was going on in the world; he was perceptive and believed from the start of the Third Age that Sauron was not permanently destroyed: He had seen the horror of Mordor and could not forget it…and though he knew that it was now broken and desrted and under the vigilance of the Kings of Men, fear spoke in his heart that it was not conquered for ever: it would arise again.

My overall conclusion from this is that the already-existing disinclination of the elves of Greenwood/Mirkwood to get involved in ‘great power politics’ - in particular, great power politics led by Noldor like Gil-galad, and later by Galadriel and Elrond - was strengthed by their heavy losses in the Last Alliance. There’s no indication that Thranduil was a member of or participant in the White Council (which was first organized by Galadriel; I’ve always assumed its only members were the Istari, Galadriel, and Elrond, though I can’t find anything concrete on that), and it’s unlikely that he would have been willing to participate even if Galadriel asked him (which I don’t expect she did).

Legolas’ presence at the Council of Elrond as a messenger was mere coincidence, or Providence; he came as a messenger with news of Gollum’s escape, and his account of that news is the only time he speaks during the Council; he played no role in the deliberations over what to do about the Ring.

This does not mean that Thranduil was isolationist - indeed, he and his people, with their regular commerce with Men of Esgaroth, and later with the re-established kingdoms of Dale and Erebor, were the least isolationist elven-kingdom in western Middle-earth in the Third Age.

Thranduil also had contact with the Woodmen of Rhovanion - in the section of Unfinished Tales on the Battle of the Gladden Fields where Isildur was killed, it says that the Woodmen sent runners to Thranduil to tell him of the battle, and a combined force of Woodmen and Wood-elves came upon the aftermath of the battle, causing the orc-army to scatter to escape them. The wood-elves call the woodmen the Free Men of the North (because they are not ruled by Gondor or Arnor, or under the dominion of Sauron and his followers), which I think is telling; it suggests they regard these men as similar to themselves in their desire to be ‘free elves’ not ruled by Noldor.

Thranduil was willing to provide assistance as needed: Isildur was planning to resupply with Thranduil on his journey north to Rivendell, and later Thranduil kept Gollum captive at the request of Aragorn and Gandalf. Given the quote above about Thranduil’s opinion of Valarin ‘interference’, I would gather that Thranduil’s good relationship with Gandalf was something that Gandalf built up over time, and on his own account, not based on his role as an emissary.

So Thranduil is involved with the events of the wider world, probably to a larger degree and on more equal terms than any other elves; but he has no desire to interfere with the politics of other realms, or have them interfere with his, or get caught up in anyone else’s plans.

Anyway! Getting to your actual main question, the topic of Thranduil’s relationships with the remaining elves of the First Age! From the information above, I would say that Thranduil preferred to keep himself at an arm’s length from Elrond and Galadriel, the two most prominent Noldor remaining in Middle-earth; they would be on civil but not warm terms. He doesn’t want his people dying under Noldor kings or for Noldor ends any more, and is trying not to get tied up with them. The Lord of the Rings shows that Thranduil and the wood-elves have very little contact with Lothlórien: Legolas says “it is long since any of my own folk journeyed hither,” though the distance is not great, and he knows little of the realm beyond rumour. But Celeborn is glad to see him, saying “too seldom do my kindred journey [here] from the north.” I think Celeborn would be happy to be on closer terms with Thranduil, and Thranduil seems to like him well enough on his own account: after the War of the Ring Celeborn and Thranduil meet in Mirkwood and rename it the Forest of Greenleaves, and Celeborn briefly sets up a realm in southern Mirkwood. This contrasts with Oropher’s prior resentment of Celeborn and Galadriel’s ‘encroachments’ on his territory in the Second Age, and I think the fact that it is Celeborn specifically, and not Galadriel, that makes a large part of that difference. I think he and Celeborn would have been close in the Fourth Age, sharing a culture, and a love of Middle-earth, and grief for kin who chose to depart.

There are additional complexities when it comes to Elrond. Thranduil very clearly identifies with Doriath, and models his halls after Menegroth. I have to think that, for Oropher and Thranduil and the Sindar who followed them, Elrond is a constant tragedy, the Stolen Generation of Doriath: the descendent of Thingol, but kidnapped and reared in a foreign and enemy culture and irreversibly changed by it, in such a way that his rule would be alien and unsuitable for the Sindar of Greenwood even if he sought it (which, fortunately, he did not).

Close relations between Thranduil and Círdan in the Third Age are probably prevented simply by the sheer amount of space between them. And in addition to distance, given Thranduil’s desire to remain in Middle-earth, and the nigh-instantaneous effect of the Sea upon Legolas, I think Thranduil would want to keep all of his people at a good distance from it, which would prevent much interaction with Círdan. It’s not personal, but in ushering elves out of Middle-earth Círdan is playing a role that is diametrically opposed to Thranduil’s and his people’s goals and desires.

#Silmarillion #Thranduil #Elrond #Sindar #Noldor #Mirkwood #Imladris

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djinmer4 · 7 years ago

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No matter how I do the math, I can’t figure out how Valinor is supposed to produce an army in less than 500 years to fight in the War of Wrath. The Teleri aren’t fighting, only about 1/5 of the Noldor were left behind, and the Vanyar are the smallest faction of all the elves. Even taking into account that the Noldor and Vanyar were reproducing at a faster rate than the elves of Beleriand (given that Valinor wasn’t a war zone at the time), it’s hard to believe that they were able to take casualties for decades and keep up a fighting front. And no, magic superpowers only go so far, especially given that these are the elves who weren’t fighting and improving their martial skills over the same period.

“So it’s settled. Any Reborn who is ready to be released fro the Halls and willing to fight will be allowed into the army.” Arafinwe was not as imposing as an Ainu or a Maia, but he was pulling out all the stops in order to bring an end to the argument. “In addition, they will be put in charge of creating and running a training program for the Firstborn.”

“This is an outrage!” Ingwion was taller than Arafinwe and the glowing hair and eyes added to that. “The Reborn, most of them are either filthy Moriquendi who refused to come to Valinor in the first place, or criminal Noldor who abandoned our Paradise in a fit of temper, or descendants of those criminals who are tainted by their forefathers sins. Having them join in the Blessed ranks is an abomination!”

“Fine,” cut in Olwe, just as tired as the Maia of this pointless argument. “None of the Reborn are from the tribe of the Minyar anyway. Any Nelyar or Tatyar, regardless of if they came from these Shores or those of the East will be welcome to join the Noldor. You can keep your precious purity.”

“As this is what the council of the Eldar have decided, the Maiar shall do their best to assist. Some of the servants of Tulkas, Nessa and Orome would like to help in the training.” Eonwe straightened up and the temperature of the air dropped to near freezing. “While the Ainur shall assist against Morgoth, the Eldar shall be governed by this council. You have been outvoted Ingwion. Accept the conditions and report back to your father.”

Ingwion opened his mouth again, but now Finrod jumped in. “That is an order from a Maia of Manwe himself. However, if the Vanyar do not wish to participate, that is understandable. There is no glory in war.” The reminder that this was essentially holy writ for the Vanyar and the dig at their bravery was enough to silence the Prince. Instead he bowed and left immediately. As soon as he was gone, Eonwe diminished, losing height and aura until he resembled some misplaced Laiquende. His hair and wings darkened to the same speckled brown as a songbird, and his expression resembled the same tired face that Finarfin saw in the mirror. Only his eyes showed the truth, and even those were darkened.

The High King of the Noldor left the Maia to his own thoughts. He turned instead to the remaining members of the council: his wife Earwen, who had been leading the Teleri during the past 500 years, Olwe, who had only recently been released from the Halls, and his own son Finrod, who had been selected for his knowledge of Beleriand. Earandil and his wife might have been better choices, but were currently recovering from the ordeal of getting to Valinor. They wouldn’t be participating in theses meeting for a while, maybe never if they accepted Manwe’s suggestion for inspiring hope for all. Neither of them were war leaders, so it would hardly be disastrous to miss their input.

“We can order them to go through the training, but we can’t order them to take it seriously. And once the fighting starts, I’m not sure how well they will be able to take orders from any commanders other than the Maiar.”

“Dump them on the Maiar if they can’t be bothered to learn.” Earwen’s voice was surprisingly bitter. In the years since Feanor had led the Noldor out of Tirion, the dynamics of the relationship between the three tribes had changed. The reparations from the Noldor to the Teleri had been heavy, but had worked to heal the wounds between the two. In addition, those Reborn had worked with the two tribes, revealing how different the two Shores had become. The Teleri and Noldor of Valinor now had more in common than they did with the Nelyar and Tatyar who had remained in the East. In addition, almost all the factions had various bones to pick with the Ainur and the Maiar. From the Sindar feeling abandoned by their kin, the Tatyar agreeing that the Ainur and Maiar had no right to interfere with the Noldor affairs, to all sides blaming them for the unconditional release of Morgoth. The anger the Firstborn felt had united them against their erstwhile masters. It had been a long, hard road to get any of them to trust the Valar again. Even now, the Maiar would only be partners to the leaders of the Eldar, not allowed full command of any divisions. Only the Vanyar had remained unchanged, isolated in Taniquetil. Arafinwe thought of the last conversation he had with Findis and his mother and had to suppress his own wave of bitterness.

“Morgoth has more than Balrogs now, and even the Maiar have not fought dragons before. I don’t want to die again because some Vanyar didn’t know how to defend against a crossbow bolt.” Finrod had been the one adamant that all the Eldar needed training, even the Teleri who Earwen had commanded not to leave the boats. Based on how easily his son had defeated him in a spar, Arafinwe agreed. And Finrod had said he hadn’t even been the best warrior among the Finwions.

“We’ll rotate them through.” promised Eonwe. “But you may want to think about how to distribute the Vanyar through the forces.”

“Too loose! Too loose! You’re holding your sword too loose!” The Sinda yelled at the Vanya as he swung at the straw target.

“First you said I was holding too tight, now you say it’s too loose. Make up your mind!” The exasperation was so clear that the Vanya’s golden hair was standing on end.

“It has to be balanced. Too tightly, and you’ll be too stiff to maneuver effectively. Too loose and you risk dropping the weapon when you strike or parry. Hold it, hold it like you would a live bird. Not so tight as to crush it, but not so lightly so that it can escape.”

For a moment the Vanya was silent and the Sinda thought she had gotten to him. Then he opened his mouth. “What would a wood elf know of swords work? You Sindar just use bows and arrows since you have no forges any way!” With that he turned back to the target, continuing to slash with a loose grip.

Silently she walked up behind him. When he took the next swing, she blocked him, engaged in a lock, then twisted his sword out of his hand to fall a few feet away beyond his reach. And he had a live blade, while she had been using a wooden practice sword. “Clearly, I know more than you do.”

“Watch your feet! Watch your feet!” The Noldo was observing a Teler sailor fight a Vanya warrior. The Teleri were perhaps the most vital part of the war effort. Without them, there would be no possible retreat, and even more importantly no supply line, and the most recent Reborn had confirmed that Beleriand was in shambles due to Morgoth’s efforts to wipe out the survivors. There would be no living off the land on the Eastern Shore. In addition, the Reborn had also confirmed that the Black Foe had reached the sea. Who knew what ships or worse, what monsters might now be lurking in the Belegaer? Even if they weren’t going to be on the frontline, every Teler now had to be able to defend his or herself.

Clearly the Vanya didn’t seem to be taking this seriously. His footwork was slow, and didn’t take into account the swaying of the ship they were on. The Teler, on the other hand was watching him with narrow eyes, his feet moving to keep his balance on the deck. When the Vanya stumbled again, he rushed him, feinted a swing with the dagger in his left, ducked under the parry that left the Vanya even more off-balance and knocked him over the railing with one good shove.

“Good job!” said the Noldo, watching the Vanya flail, then sink beneath the waves. “Where did you learn that particular trick?”

“It’s the same trick you used on me in Alqualonde.” The two of them paused, eyeing the eight-point star featured prominently on the Noldo’s tunic. “Knocked me right off my own ship, then you threw the dagger through my eye. I think I drowned then, but the dagger might have killed me.”

They both observed the rising bubbles. “On the other hand, now I know a good way to get someone off my boat in a hurry, so that day wasn’t a complete loss.”

“Do you think he remembered to lose his breastplate after he went over? That’s how your sister got me later. Hit me over with an oar, then I drowned from the weight of my mail.”

The bubbles stopped. “I don’t think he did. And after we both warned him too.” The two former adversaries shared a smile.

“There’s no need for any of our people to learn archery. We’ll be on the front lines, not skulking in the back. Just make sure you don’t hit any of our people as your firing.” Ingwion’s pompous tones set Arafinwe’s teeth on edge; he wondered how Dengwe had managed to not punch the Vanya’s teeth out. Finrod fortunately took it upon himself to handle the situation. “Angrod, how many orcs will you kill during a battle?”

His second son took a second to think about that. “It depends on terrain, if the battle was planned ahead of time, if I’m only facing orcs or if they’re backed up by men or other monsters. Also how long the battle lasts, no matter what others say, you start getting tired and your performance suffers after the first hour. But say in a five hour battle, I may kill about 150 orcs.” A moment of grumbling, “Maedhros and Maglor might do better but Maedhros is a phenomenal fighter and Maglor cheats.”

“And how long will it take an archer to match that?”

“They’ll hit about 100 in the first two hours, then have to switch to melee combat after they run out of arrows. Just on average, most of the Rangers of Doriath could do better.”

“And you’re better than average. Most Eldar will be exceptionally lucky if they get half that. Actually most will be lucky if they survive, never mind the actual number of enemies killed.” Finrod held the bow out again. “Still don’t want to learn any archery?”

Ingwion looked down his nose at the bow. “Archery may be efficient, but it still lacks honor. Not that I’d expect any of you exiles to understand. We will not taint the glory of combat by using lesser weapons.” With that he walked off, hair a glowing beacon in the evening light.

The three of them watched him go. “There were survivors of the Great March among the Vanyar, right?” asked Angrod.

“There are. There are even survivors from Cuivienen. But none of them are participating in the campaign.” said Arafinwe.

“That would explain a lot.”

“The Valar have deemed that we can wait no longer. If we intend to rescue anyone from Beleriand we must leave and soon.” Eonwe was back in his herald form, all shining light and statuesque build. “Has this council decided on the deposition of the army?”

“The Vanyar shall arrive first.” Ingwion’s proud features seemed to glow in the dim confines of the tent.

“Go right ahead.” mocked Earwen. “Be an example to the rest of us.” She took a sip of wine. Normally she was a much more useful participant, but having Ingwion there seemed to drive her to drink. Having Ingwion there tempted Arafinwe to join her.

“Very well.” Eonwe nodded, ignoring Earwen. “Will you accept assistance from the Maiar?”

Ingwion’s arrogant stance fell into a deep bow. “The Vanyar will be eternally grateful for any help the divine see fit to bestow on us.”

“You’re going to need it,” muttered one of Orome’s Maiar, Pallando, thought Arafinwe, but he wasn’t familiar enough to be certain. “You all did incredibly badly in the training.”

“Very well,” nodded Eonwe. “And the rest?”

Earwen took over from there. “The Teleri shall remain on the ships as guards. We shall secure the supply lines and arrange the distribution of materials. Not just food, but medicines, shelter, even weapons and armor. In the worst scenario, we will also coordinate the evacuation.”

Finally it was Arafinwe’s turn. “Most of the Reborn have decided to enlist with the Noldor, though some have joined their Teleri kin. As such, our battalions are mixed. We have tried to make sure that each major unit has a variety of specialists, but the bulk of the army is still infantry. As such, we will be behind the Vanyar. While they are in charge of claiming territory, it will be our responsibility to hold it, at least the areas that are not destroyed by the Valar in the fight. In addition, we will take charge of negotiating with the remaining forces in Beleriand.” Since Ingwion couldn’t negotiate his way out of a paper bag, Arafinwe thought unkindly.

“A good distribution. As for the Maiar . . . Manwe’s forces shall be lead by myself. We will join the Vanyar at the forefront. We will deal with any Balrogs or dragons and provide intelligence on the other forces as well as any changes in terrain. Should we encounter any Free Peoples not already aligned with the coalition, we shall bring representatives back to deal with Arafinwe. They will also act as commanders for the Vanyar units since there seem to be a dearth of those.

Ulmo’s Maiar shall be lead by Osse, with Uinen staying here in Aman to assist in coordinating. They shall patrol and try to deal with sea monsters, but the Teleri should be on guard still. Also, Ulmo has offered to try to deal with some of the more infested areas by drowning them under tsunamis. Hopefully once the war is over that territory can be reclaimed.

Most of Aule’s and Yavanna’s Maiar are staying behind to help the support effort. Tulkas, Nessa and Orome’s will be joining the Noldor units. They are to work in conjunction with those commanders. In cases of Balrogs, dragons and other Maiar, they have command. Otherwise they are subordinate to the ranking officers.” Eonwe looked around. “Any other questions?” There were none.

“Very well then. My Teleri will start ferrying over the Vanyar tomorrow. Once they’ve claimed a toehold, we’ll start bringing the Noldor over to fortify the territory.” Earwen finished the meeting with a clear dismissal.

As Arafinwe left, he was stopped by Ingwion. “You’re not actually letting the Reborn command Noldor forces, are you? I admit they are better than I thought, but still . . . they lack the superior qualities that define leaders.”

At this point Arafinwe was just tired of arguing. “No, while they have joined, the army is still in control of the Noldor.” He resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

“It’s good to know the right kind are the ones making the decisions.” Then he left, taking his obnoxious gold hair with him.

“Aren’t most of your generals, captains and commanders Reborn?” asked Eonwe.

“Yes, but it’s not like Ingwion needs to know that.”

#silmarillion #arafinwe #war of wrath #noldor #vanyar #teleri #racism #classism #the vanyar got hammered during the war #they took the first victory #but there were none of them left by the end #too dumb to live #hatesink ingwion #he doesn't have any characterization any way #no reborn participating in war of wrath is propaganda

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legolasgoldy · 7 years ago

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earandil is the kind of fish that can glide over water for short periods of time. elwing is still a swan. their marriage was sweet but short.

“ I am not sure if there is meant to be humor in that analogy, flying fish and swans are both very lovely. However I must say, for a moment I feared you would say Earendil was a, Star Fish.”

#Thank you Anon!!!! <3 #He is very ashamed for admitting it X'DDD #but he doesnt really know what to expect after the whole ducktaping fish to fireworks and calling it feanor fiascoXD #Fish anon #Answered #Anonymous

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wulfiestired · 7 years ago

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@noldorianprincess Maeglin bit his lip as he walked out under the bright sun. His figure stood out among the bright flowers and pale marble that made up Imladris. He wore a dark sea gray tunic of Sindarin style threaded simply with purples and blues and a bit of bright silver. It seemed almost bright against the pitch of his cowl that he had up over his head to protect his eyes from the sun.

It was something he couldn’t seem to get used to. It was so bright after death and too hot against his bare skin. Perhaps it made him an odd sight in the height of summer when the elves of the haven were dressed down in a more traditional fashion. Bare shoulders and backs and legs and Maeglin was none of those things.

It was just as well- he had an assignment to complete. He hadn’t been given many since his arrival. The Lord of this place was Earandil’s whelp and he held all of his father’s gentle spirit and kindness. So much so that he didn’t wish to burden someone he thought was in need of healing. Maeglin found this ridiculous. What would waiting around accomplish.

That was why he felt something akin to thankfulness as he ran up the stairs of one of the numerous guest houses that made up the west hall of the home. It had its own private entrance to the garden that all of the main home had access to. Maegin smoothed out his cowl over his hair and patted any dust that lingered on his skirts off before he knocked at the door.

“I’ve come to take you to the spring....”

#whistles innocently #how long have i owed this?#uh better late than never?#also wow im so wine drunk #sorry if this read bad???#noldorianprincess #rp #maeglin speaks

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thecoroutfitters · 7 years ago

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A simple hike can suddenly turn into a Bear Grylls episode, a struggle for survival, if you’re unlucky enough to find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Basically, in a matter of hours, you may very well find yourself stranded in the wild with no help in sight, completely on your own.

And I am talking here about a sudden change of weather conditions, or you may simply lose your way, which may lead to numerous days of no one (including you) being aware of your whereabouts.

When it comes to wilderness survival, fire is one of the essential things to take care of, as it provides a number of benefits, including warmth, which helps with avoiding hypothermia. It also allows you to cook your food, boil water (read sterilize), signal for help or keep wild animals away.

Today’s article will teach you how to make a torch in the wild.

The first lesson to be learned is to never go into an adventure unprepared! The thing is, if you’re planning an outdoors trip or a hike or whatever, always take survival gear with you, the essentials so to speak, which must include a compass, a map, a flashlight, a knife, a first aid kit, proper clothes, emergency food, waterproof matches/a fire starter kit, and always expect the unexpected.

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Speaking of torches and fire, one of the most underrated benefits of fire is the light it yields. And here’s where torches come into play.

Torches were used by humankind for thousands of years to illuminate the darkness of night, long before we discovered kerosene lanterns or electricity. When SHTF, DIY oil lamps and candles may be the preferred method of lighting for indoors use, but torches are the way to go in a wilderness survival scenario.

DIY-ing a torch using readily available materials is the perfect way to bring light wherever required; hence it’s an essential skill to master if you’re in the survival business.

To begin with, many folks have their minds warped by Hollywood movies that always make everything look incredibly easy, including making a torch in an emergency. If you think about a scene with someone, let’s say Rambo when he’s stuck inside a tunnel or a cave in Afghanistan, you’ll remember how our hero just grabs a femoral bone from some expired explorer, then wraps it up in rags and lights the gizmo on fire. And obviously, the fire lasts for hours and lights up the place like Frodo’s magic light of Earandil (if you know your LOTR). As you may imagine where this is going, reality is not as simple as Hollywood portrays it to be.

How To Make A Primitive Torch

In medieval times, torches were improvised from sticks of wood (or branches), preferably wet/green wood for preventing the fire from burning up one’s little digits. River cane, cattails, reeds and bark can also be used. However, certain types of torches must be bound using twine or similar stuff for keeping them sturdy. Obviously, certain varieties of bark, wood, etc. burn better than others, but in a survival situation, one can’t always be picky.

The most straightforward torch design is composed of a stick featuring a bundle of rags bound to one end, then soaked in tree sap, pitch, oil, or animal fat. In case you don’t have rags or clothes to spare, you can wrap bark around the stick’s end and stuff it with dry grass, moss, small bits of wood or leaves.

You’ll still need to soak some flammable material on the end (animal fat, pitch) to prevent your improvised torch from burning too fast or blowing out when you least expect it.

To get more specific, the most primitive torch that will last you for a while can be improvised from a freshly picked cattail. If you can get your hands on some grease or animal fat, not to mention lamp oil, this incredibly simple survival torch may last you for hours and hours. Here’s a little video.

Video first seen on bushcraftbartons.

How To Make A Minimalistic Torch

Provided you can’t get any cattail, you will have to use the good old method of using a frayed branch along with some method for improvising your torch. As I already told you, the idea is to add a slow-burning fuel at the end of the branch, so the torch will burn for a longer period of time.

Rather than simply lighting the end of a branch (which is the most basic type of torch, because it really works, for a while at least), the idea is to create a proper torch that wicks and burns very much like a candle.

It would be ideal to carry some fire accelerants in your EDC survival kit, the likes of paraffin or cooking oil; these are excellent additives for a survival torch. If you don’t have them at your disposal, you’ll have to settle for animal fat (bacon grease if you’ve packed food, for instance) or tree sap.

A minimalistic torch can be improvised from a branch or green stick at least 2 feet long and 2 inches thick, cloth/birch bark, and some type of flame accelerant (animal/vegetable fat, paraffin, kerosene, etc.).

The torch will require a wick of sorts, which can be DIY-ed from strips of cloth. You must tear the respective fabric from a shirt or something similar. Alternatively, you can go for soft barks such as birch; i.e. find a tree and peel off a strip that’s about 2 feet long and 6 inches wide.

In the latter scenario, you’ll also require rope, twine, string or similar stuff to tie it securely into place.

Video first seen on Survival Elements.

The wick must be attached firmly to the torch then soaked thoroughly with the flame accelerant before you light it up. A birch wick already contains natural resins that will burn for a long period of time, so you don’t have to soak it.

In the case of fabric/cotton wicks, make sure you saturate the fabric thoroughly with the stuff, whether it’s oil, gasoline, wax, animal fat, or whatever. If it’s dry, the wick will burn rapidly and fall away. Remember, it’s a wick, not firewood; your goal is to burn the oil, not the bark.

How To Make A Tree Resin Torch

One of the most effective torches to be used in the wild is the pine pitch variety. Even if you don’t have access to fuels, pine pitch, also known as pine sap, is an outstanding fuel and also readily available. All you have to do is to find a pine tree then to cut off a branch.

Afterwards, you’ll have to split one end of the stick 4-5 times then jam a handful of thin pine shaving into the gaps of the split end. Upon lighting it, the fire will wick the sap from the branch and it will burn for at least an hour.

Video first seen on OutsideFun1.

If you’re lucky enough to have some toilet paper with you, you can DIY a nice torch with this humble material. You’ll require 1 greenwood stick and about 50 ft of TP of any kind, together with flammable materials, such as cooking oil/animal fat (a cup).

The trick is to wrap the toilet paper around the end of the stick while spinning it, so it will end up looking like rope. The loose ends of the paper must be tucked into the torch head, so it resembles a huge Q-tip. In the next step, you’ll have to stick the wick into the oil and let it soak properly for 2 minutes or so. That’s about all there is to it; now you’ll just have to light it up. This one will last you for up to thirty minutes.

Now that you know how to make a torch, take a moment and think: are you ready to use this knowledge to survive?

I hope the article helped. If you have questions or comments, feel free to use the dedicated section below.

This article has been written by Chris Black for Survivopedia.

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