#edhellos

[hhimring]

Irreversible Decision

 Angrod and Edhellos, in Araman, after the Prophecy of the North.

They watched the column forming behind Finarfin from a distance.

‘Eldalote,’ said Angrod, in a strained voice, ‘you should perhaps go and join them.’

‘I notice,’ said Edhellos, after a moment of silence, ‘that you are not moving yourself.’

‘I have a confession to make,’ said Angrod, not looking at her. ‘Before this happened—before we heard the Prophecy—I had just finally made up my mind I would turn back and would try to persuade others to do so as well. I was only waiting for a chance to speak to the family, to you and to my brothers when we next halted, and…’

‘And now?’ asked Edhellos.

‘And now, having heard the Prophecy—the Doom that gave my father that final push to come to his own decision—I find I cannot do it. It is not that I think my father is wrong—only a few hours ago I would have said he was right—but I find I can no longer turn back myself.’

He drew up his shoulders, painfully.

‘Lotenya,’ he said. ‘Is it vanity? It is not just selfishness that moves me, I think. I do not want to turn my back on either side of my kin, on any of them, in such times as this. I am still being pulled both ways. But is it mere pride—that feeling that I cannot follow my father now that we have heard what we are threatened with, what fate awaits those who go on? Is there more to it, more than Noldorin obstinacy?’

‘I cannot answer you,’ said Edhellos. ‘All I can say is that I feel as you do.’

She seized his arm underneath the elbow and held it.

‘And surely one thing we have just learned is this: if we turn back now, it will be a decision we cannot reverse.’

They stood in the dark and watched Finarfin go.

@arafinwean-week

This piece is not entirely new, but I realized that I don't seem ever to have posted it to a public entry anywhere, as far as I can tell, so can it be a late submission for Day 3?

[silmarillaure]

List of uncharacterized Silmarillion background blorbos I love because ✨headcanons✨ just because.

Argon - I think about him & Fingolfin so much it's ridiculous. It's just something about how he shares his name with his father, does it mean he's similar to Fingolfin the way Curufin is to Feanor? If so was he also riddled with insecurities of being unable to live up to his father? Did he idolize his father to begin with? Was he his father's favorite?

Eldalote/Edhellos - I have a soft spot for Angrod so by extension I think about his wife a lot (her granddaughter Finduilas is also my blorbo). Also it seems like she’s Noldo and you don’t see many Noldor marry into Fingolfin & Finarfin’s sides of the family as opposed to Vanyar, Teleri/Sindar, or Edain, so she kind of stands out. Her name is also one of the few originally Quenya names that sound better in Sindarin.

Tindomiel - Also her brothers but mainly her. In my head Elros’s children were the last generation in his side of the family to get the choice. I headcanon she was single & chose immortality while her brothers chose to pass on with their mortal families. They were kind of the reverse Elladan, Elrohir, & Arwen, speaking of who, she lived with before sailing to Valinor. Arwen liked that she sort of had a "twin" of her own with how similar she & Tindomiel looked. (I also think Vardamir is a whole vibe, his name is beautiful and he’s a nerd.)

Ingwion - I wonder if he’s around Feanor’s age. If not, well too bad because in my head he is! I see him & Feanor as childhood friends who's relationship was ruined by Finwe, Indis, & The Valar just like almost everything else in Feanor's life is.

Ecthelion - Not that much of a background character but still background enough. I just think he's really neat & little Earendil crying over him is so heartbreaking & touching. His last moments were iconic! My jaw dropped when he killed Gothmog who was able to take the lives of Feanor & Fingon who were both famously skilled and literal Noldorin Kings!

[elronds-library]

Shall I Teach Thee?

by Elves_Behaving_Badly

The grandchildren of Finwë seem to get up to an awful lot, even especially with one another.

Explicit, No Archive Warnings

Words: 44,546

[art-of-firefly]

Preview - The spouses and lovers of Finarfin's children

I'll post one every Saturday, starting with Finrod's betrothed, Amarië

House of Finwë

[silmkinkmeme]

Day 25 - Anthology of female friendship

Prompt: There are many examples of wonderful male friendship in the Silm but fewer female (there are fewer ladies in general, but we're not getting into that). I'd love to read more of it.

The way I see it, the fic can be a few short stories about friendship between different women of the Silm. For example: Anaire and Earwen and/or Nerdanel, Aredhel and Galadirel, Indis and Nerdanel, Indis and one or both of her daughters-in-law, Galadriel and Melian, Galadriel and Luthien, Morwen and Rian, Andreth and Beril, Andreth and Edhellos, etc. You can even deviate from canon and have two ladies who have never canonically interacted become friends.

Of course this is just an idea. It doesn't really have to be an anthology. You can choose one pair of friends and focus on them.

If you decide to write about different women, romantic/sexual relationships or QPR between some of the ladies are fine (your choice who but not everyone please). QPR are more than welcome even. But if you write just one story, please focus on friendship.

Additional tags: Friendship

Ao3 link | dreamwidth link

This prompt has a fill:

true companions by Anonymous

[polutrope]

Number 23 (Going from a hot tub/sauna into snow/cold water), Galadriel and Celeborn (romantic or pre-romance, up to you)

For the modern AU holiday prompts! Here you are, Anon: ~1100 words of Galadriel meeting a cute boy at her 19th birthday party. (I received this same prompt for another couple, so there will be a part 2 of this with more actual snow jumping😉). Warnings for several f-bombs, some other swear words, and a millennial writing Gen Z. Sorry, besties.

Knotting her plush white robe loosely around her waist, Galadriel led the parade of her girlfriends onto the flagstones of Nevrast Nordic Spa.

Her friends chattered behind her.

“Yo, this place fucks.”

“For real.”

“Ahhh! Gal, it’s snowing!”

“Ugh, this is so boujee. I can’t believe I’m here.”

“Hey, sis,” Galadriel whirled on the last speaker. “No bad vibes, remember?” The other girls laughed. “Yeah, my rules, cause it’s my b-day, bitches!” She threw her arms out in a V-shape and struck a pose.

Edhellos lifted the phone dangling from her hand by a gold finger-loop and snapped a photo. “Ahh queen! You look so cute!” she said, looking at it, and hurried over to Galadriel to show her. Then she gestured to the others. “Come on, come on, babes, let’s get one of all of us.”

All four of Galadriel’s best friends huddled around her while Edhellos held her phone out as far as possible for a selfie.

“Okay, okay,” Galadriel said, and they all hushed. “So the way it works is you go hot, then cold, then relax. Hot pool or sauna, then cold pool or cold shower, then chill for fifteen minutes. And we're supposed to be quiet.”

They all nodded, except Nellas, who was a little removed from the group with her arms crossed over her chest. “I think I’ll just sit and read.”

“Oh come on, Nelly!” Edhellos whined. Evranin shushed her.

“No, it’s fine, Nel,” said Galadriel, and smiled. “Join us whenever.”

*

“I can’t believe we’re all nineteen now,” Lindis said a loud whisper as they lounged in the largest of the hot pools. “We’re so old.”

“Oh, please, spare me. You have no idea what old is,” said Evranin, who was all of twenty-one.

“Hey, I’m still eighteen for two weeks!” Edhellos protested. This time, Lindis shushed her.

Galadriel examined her pruny fingertips. “I don’t know. I’m kind of excited to get older. Maybe my dumbass family will stop treating me like a baby.”

At the mention of her family, Edhellos’ eyes lit up. “Oh hey, how’s Angrod?”

“Oh my god, Los,” said Lindis, “stop thirsting for her brothers!”

“Brother,” Edhellos corrected.

“I dunno.” Galadriel shrugged. “Maybe just ask him out already.”

Edhellos sputtered. The other girls giggled.

“I think Finrod is hotter,” Evranin said casually.

“He is way too old for you!”

“Isn’t he gay?”

“What? No! Galadriel said he had a girlfriend in Valin, remember?”

“The one he dumped?”

“No, she dumped him.”

While her friends debated the relative attractiveness and past relationships of her older brothers, Galadriel sank lower, rolling her shoulder blades back and forth over a water jet. She hummed contentedly and let her eyes fall shut. She’d been all nerves the last month with final exams and papers, but she was finally able to relax.

Just that morning her grades had come in: four A+ and one A (at least she was well above class average the last one). She’d also been taken off the waitlist for a seat in The Paranormal Mind. Thank fuck.

Everyone at Ondolindë University wanted to take that course, but Galadriel needed it if she was going to have any chance of doing her honours thesis with Melian Goel. Evranin, who was President of the Psychology Student Association, said that that Dr. Goel was planning to retire soon and might not be taking new students. Oh pleasepleaseplease, Galadriel thought, please take me.

She exhaled slowly and intentionally released the tension building in her neck. This wasn’t the time for worrying.

Then her eyes flew open and she bolted upright as a surge of water splashed over her.

“What the fuck!” she shouted, swiping the backs of her hands over her eyes.

“Celeborn, you dumb shit!” a male voice cried from behind her before breaking up into laughter.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry.” The person who’d narrowly missed tumbling on top of her rose from the water with an expression of sheer terror. “I’m so, so sorry. Are you okay? Oh god, I’m sorry. I slipped, we were racing from the…" Catching the look on Galadriel's face, his nose crinkled sweetly. "I guess that’s a pretty dumb excuse, huh?"

“Yeah, it is.” Galadriel smirked and bit her lip. He was her type: tall, slender but well-toned, and a little timid. Which was far preferable to the blustering arrogance that most guys her age — no, scratch that: all ages — liked to use to hide their emotional incompetence.

“That’s a sick tattoo,” she said, gesturing with her chin to the elegant tree climbing its way up one bicep.

“Oh, really?” he said. “Thanks. It’s a beech. There are a lot of them where I grew up, and— never mind, doesn’t matter. Thanks. Hey, by the way," he held out a hand, “my name’s Celeborn.”

“Galadriel.” His handshake was firm, but not too firm. Long fingers, too. A little spark of excitement shot down her arm as she pulled back. “So, you were racing—?”

She was cut off by a whoop from his friend still standing on the flagstones behind them, which prompted Galadriel’s friends, who’d huddled by the small waterfall at the opposite end of the pool, to finally take notice of the interaction.

As Celeborn’s friends — the first now joined by two more — slid into the pool, Galadriel’s group drifted over like a train of ducklings lured by breadcrumbs.

“Hey, I’m Galathil,” the loud one said, “and this is Mablung, and Beleg. Celeborn here is my little brother.”

Galathil attempted to ruffle Celeborn's silver-blond hair, but it clung wetly to his head.

“Hi,” Galadriel waved coolly, then dragged her eyes from Celeborn to the empty space beside her, beckoning him to sit before someone else did.

He picked up on the cue, seating himself at a respectable distance; but to his right, Edhellos slyly shuffled over so that he too was forced to scoot closer to Galadriel.

“Yeah,” he said, in answer to her interrupted question. “We thought it would be fun to, you know, go from the sauna into the snow,” he pointed to the snow banks around the spa area, “and then from the snow to the hot tub.”

“Oh really?” Galadriel’s eyebrows shot up, and Celeborn looked sheepish. “You know you’re supposed to ‘relax’ in between the cold and going back to the hot?”

Several of Galadriel’s friends giggled.

“Huh?” said Celeborn.

“You’re supposed to go hot, cold, then relax for fifteen minutes.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Galadriel smiled and smacked his arm lightly. “But the snow thing sounds fun.”

His face split into a dashingly handsome smile that dimpled his cheeks. “Yeah,” he said. “It is.”

“Hey fam,” she called to her friends. “Wanna jump in the snow?”

“What!” shrieked Lindis.

“Hell no,” said Evranin.

“Ahh so fun, yes please!” Edhellos squealed, and levered herself out of the hot tub. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“Lit,” said Galathil to no one in particular, and followed her.

“Come on,” Galadriel said to Celeborn as the others squirmed and scurried out of the pool in various states of enthusiasm. “I’ll hold your hand so you don’t slip this time.”

[tanoraqui]

Curufinwë Spite Gifts, and Other Welcomes

The extended experience of being welcomed (more or less) to the House of Fëanor…once they belatedly find out about your secret threeway marriage.

404 FA – 0.

Celechwes was choosing tiny sandwiches from the eastern buffet table when Edhellos caught her by the elbow. Edhellos bent her blond head as though eyeing Celechwes’s sandwich choices and whispered in her ear, “Is it true that you’re already pregnant?”

“Wha?” said Celechwes. She hastily swallowed the cucumber-and-cheese sandwich in her mouth and said, “How did you hear that? That’d be so fast—”

“Thought so,” Edhellos said with satisfaction.

She tugged Celechwes to the side, away from the buffet table crowd (resurging as the sun set and dinner plates came out). As they walked, she murmured, “As far as I know, Maedhros told Amras, who told Fingolfin, who told Lalwen, who told Finrod. Now Finrod is telling…”

“Everyone,” Celechwes finished, rolling her eyes. Though she wasn’t actually annoyed at Finrod’s incurable gossip habit—it was impossible to be annoyed at anything today, with the elation of her new union and the new life budding within her own. And as long as he didn’t—

She added quickly, though not too quickly, “Fingon must’ve told Maedhros—”

“Of course.” Edhellos rolled her own eyes, with the fond resignation that characterized much of the Fingolfinian–Arfinian faction’s view of Fingon’s ceaselessly loyal friendship with Maedhros Fëanorion.

Celechwes silently doubled down on her determination to make these people work together. She leaned unconsciously into her new marriage bond, and Fingon and Maedhros’s bright spirits both leapt to hold her.

[keep reading on AO3]

[silmarillaure]

Doing the deed IS marriage to the elves so they were definitely married even if on a whim, but I can see the vision of Angrod & Edhellos being scandalously young parents and Finarfin & Earwen offering to take care of Orodreth.

I would love to read a fic about Orodreth finding out he’s his brother’s secret baby though, that would be fun. I imagine Edhellos doting on Orodreth a lot & him being confused to why his “sister in law” is so attached to him.

headcanons to add more unnecessary drama to the house of finwe, #1/??:

Angrod and Eldalote were neither married nor of age when Orodreth was conceived. To avoid a scandal, Finarfin and Earwen hushed the whole thing up and claimed him as their fifth child. He doesn't find out about this until the Darkening.

[emyn-arnens]

Angrod and Aegnor Headcanons

↳ for @arafinwean-week Day 3: Angrod and Aegnor

Angrod was intent on justice as a child, and as he grew older, he developed an affinity for debate.

He was given the epessë "Iron-handed" not only because of his strength of hands and his talent in sparring, but because he was known to rule with an iron fist and place justice above mercy. Aegnor tempered him, as did Edhellos.

Those who did not know them well thought that Aegnor was the angrier of the two, but his anger burned out quickly and he could be made to see reason even in the midst of his anger. Angrod was slower to rouse to anger, but fiercer and more terrible in his wrath, and his ire did not easily cool.

During their youth, it was often Aegnor who dragged Angrod away from fights with the sons of Fëanor, reminding him of the chastisement they would receive not only from their parents (Finarfin was loath to incur any new reason for discord with his brother's family), but from Finrod and Galadriel as well, who believed it was wisest to keep well away from Fëanor and his sons.

(But if Aegnor ever got into a fight with their cousins, Angrod would swiftly end it. This was when he began to be called "Iron-handed.")

Aegnor was a poet and writer in Aman, known for his verses on nature and his whimsical poetry about the lands that lay over the Sea, inspired his mother's cradle songs. It was said that he left the craft behind him after he travelled over the Ice. Andreth could rarely persuade him to share with her the verses he had written.

Angrod was one of very few who knew of Aegnor's relationship with Andreth and was in Aegnor's confidences well before Finrod ever learned of what had grown between Aegnor and Andreth.

After Aegnor left Andreth, it was said that a terrible anger began to build within him, fury against the Enemy who had long ago dealt to Men the injury of death, and he became single-minded in his purpose to deal out to Morgoth the same injury he had dealt to Men.

Aegnor grew wrathful with the complacency of the Noldor and how easily they placed their trust in the Siege. The greater part of his wrath was held for the sons of Fëanor and their disinclination to act, but he grew angry with Fingon for not heeding Fingolfin's counsel, and it was during the Siege of Angband that the friendship of their youth was at last ended.

It was said amongst the Eldar that after Aegnor's death it became common to name those inflamed with the lust of battle as "consumed with fell fire, like Aegnor of old" and to say that their eyes "gleamed with the same fell fire" that consumed Aegnor, lord of Dorthonion, at the hour of his death.

[silmarillion-stats-polls]

The height order of Finwë’s house

listed below. There is unfortunately no visual representation (you draw thirty distinct people all in a line).

Argon

Turgon

Maedhros

Celegorm

Fingolfin

Caranthir

Finwë and Finarfin 

Angrod

Celebrimbor

Aegnor

Indis and Galadriel

Findis

Orodreth

Finrod

Anaire

Amrod

Idril

Feanor

Amras

Curufin

Aredhel

Celeborn

Maeglin

Eärwen

Fingon

Maglor

Edhellos

Elenwë

Lalwen

Eöl

Nerdanel

Celebrían

Míriel

[darkfrozenabyss]

Four generations of the House of Finwë for my Daughters of Therindë AU. Needless to say, I got a little carried away.

First we got:

Míriel - Finwë - Indis

Fëanor - Findis - Fingolfin - Lalwen - Finarfin

Nerdanel - Fëanor

Maedhros - Maglor - Mellótë - Celegorm - Caranthir - Haleth - Curufin - Bodilë - Amrod - Amras

Hallas - Celebrimbor

Laureanna - Findis

Finvain - Glorfindel

Anairë - Fingolfin

Fingon - Turgon - Elenwë - Aredhel - Eöl - Argon

Idril - Maeglin

Eärwen - Finarfin

Finrod - Amarië - Angrod - Edhellos - Aegnor - Andreth - Galadriel - Celeborn

Orodreth - Celebrían

[hhimring]

Eldalote, snippet

@finweanladiesweek, for Ladies Who Married In

A snippet on Edhellos or Eldalote after Angrod's death (not, I think, posted publicly before).

In Himring 'verse, she escapes and chooses to become the guardian of Barad Nimras, the watchtower on the coast.

Edhellos stands on the top of the white tower of Barad Nimras, looking out to Sea. It is her task to scan the coast and the horizon northwards in case Morgoth attempts an invasion by that route. They have gradually begun to suspect, during the time since the tower was built, that no attack will come that way, that Ulmo will continue to bar the way over the waves. However, that is no reason for Edhellos to relax her watch. Morgoth has surprised them before—and death and devastation followed. As far as it is in her, he will not be allowed to catch them out again. This is a task she has taken on by choice, pleased to find that she was relieving others from an irksome duty who are more usefully employed elsewhere.

Unlike her husband, lost to her in the destruction of Dorthonion, Edhellos does not have much of an early affinity with the sea. She has no Telerin heritage. Kinder memories of visits to in-laws in Alqualonde are overshadowed by later events: the long, weary, lightless trek along the coast of Araman, the terror and grief of Alqualonde behind, the terror of the Helcaraxe ahead, constantly conscious of the wrath of Uinen on the seaward side, like moisture and salt on her skin. Others might take comfort from the view westward, towards Aman beyond the horizon, but to her it mainly underlines how unreachable the past is.

Looking out, keeping watch—it is these tasks that have become somehow almost reassuring and familiar. Strictly speaking, Nargothrond might, in fact, have been safer but it did not feel so to her—more like the maw of a giant beast whose jaws might one day, unexpectedly, close. Of course, she would never have said so to her brother-in-law Finrod.

She also has some skill in handling the naltalma apparatus that is installed on top of the tower and that can be used to send light signals to Brithombar and Eglarest.

[elronds-library]

Threads

by Adlanth (@slightnettles)

A ficlet on foresight & Finduilas.

General, No Archive Warnings

Words: 1,012

[art-of-firefly]

Eldalótë, the beautiful teleri lady.

Angrod's love and maybe Orodreth's mother (she is in my heart)

House of Finwë

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