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The Thrall Children of Himring
A continuation of this here, with the help of @apocalypso-36 with Elrond, and @animeandbooksarelife who created itty bitty beastie.
Correspondence between Lord Elrond of Imladris and Lady Idril of Dol Amroth
Scholar Idril, I am an attentive reader of your works, especially when my own name comes up in it. I am writing to you now to inform you of an error you made, in referring to my blessed late brother, King Elros Tar-Minyatur, and myself as the 'Thrall-Children' of Maedhros Feanorion. I strongly believe I speak for both myself and my beloved twin when I humbly beg you edit your works to instead refer to us as his 'foster children'. While the conditions were far from ideal, and there was no shortage of problems with our relationship, he and Maglor Feanorion took care of us to the best of their ability. Thank you for your consideration. Lord Elrond Peredhel, Herald of High King Gil-Galad, Bannerman of Lindon.
My lord Elrond, I would like to start by profusely thanking you for taking a moment to correspond with a humble scholar, such as myself. As for the error you mentioned, it is no error at all, for I was referring to Maedhros’ apparent tendency to take in the children of escaped thralls or young escaped thralls themself, if they found themselves in need of shelter. I have only found two of these children ever referred to by name, the first named Ruinmir and the second only ever referred to as levain or little beast, but there is substantial evidence that they were not the only ones. Though I see now that my phrasing was confusing and I should reword for the sake of clarity. Though, now that you have opened dialogue, I find myself compelled yet again to ask if you would be willing to shed some light on certain details, as we seen the confusions that may come from working without the invaluable insight of people such as yourself. With admiration and hope of continued dialogue, Lady Idril of Dol Amroth
Excerpts of “On thralls and their lives in the north-east of Beleriand” by Saelgol of Lothlorien
“The greatest thrall communities were indeed centered on and concentrated around the fortress of Himring. Census data recovered from the ruins on Tol-Himling explicitly marks out it’s thrall populations, in a similar way to how they denote other elven cultures. Thralls are identified much the same way as the vanya, noldo and sinda populations. Though they enjoyed an additional measure of acceptance within Maedhros’s lands, does not mean they were considered a culture of their own right, rather than outcasts, living along the fringes of elven territories.” pp. 17
“Heavy policing of thrall communities was a common enough practice. Many lords feared that they were a threat to public order, “bringing back from angband barbaric practices and dark ghosts in their hearts”(Helcariel) such as bloodsport, a musical tradition named “night howling” by outside observers, and post-mortem cannibalism of their dead. These practices shook Exiles to their core, though Maedhros himself is said to have been disturbingly unbothered by it, which only added to his orcish reputation.”pp. 48
“Parentless children were a distressingly common sight amongst thralls. Often their caretakers had gone to great pains to smuggle them from the cursed land with no consideration for their own escape, or had been killed in the arduous trek. Others still were given mercy deaths at the hands of their brethren as they were too far gone to survive outside Angband. As a result, many children arrived alone into the care of thrall communities.” pp. 69
“Lord Maedhros was often noted to take in these children. Some of the very few written records we have from the hand of a thrall comes from a village chief, who wrote to Himring saying “We have two more mouths that we can feed, otorno. Two boys and a girl. The young boy and the young girl are desperately ill and we do not think they will survive, but the elder boy is healthy, he says his name is Ruinmir, and that the two younger are his little beasts.” And about a century later, we have records of an elf named Ruinmir Aldion, working in as a scout for Maedhros, and listed to have a dependant recorded as Levain, which I have verified is not a proper name but an epessë roughly translating to “Beastie.” By the accounts we have, the lord Maedhros fostered them both personally, though he never adopted either of them in earnest.” pp. 70
#I'm having too much fun procrastinating my actual academic work#also mention of cannibalism?#like truly offhanded but it's there#art#silmarillion#tolkien#writing#epistolary#Elrond#maedhros#oc#Ruinmir#Beastie#himring#worldbuilding#thralls of angband
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looking at Elrond's hands extremely disrespectfully,may god forgive me
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Maglor: I'm actually starting to get concerned about what Elrond brings home.
Maedhros: About time. What clues you in? The warg pup or the sixteen orcs he has befriended and folded into society?
Maglor: He came home with a baby dragon this time. Elros said no for us, don't worry.
#Eleos is claiming the dragon for himself#Elrond can't be the one that has all the weird pets and/or friends#No one mentions the orcs that follow him around once he gets to Lindon(they're all to scared of what will happen#In Imladris his orc friends are more spread out so people don't realize he has over a hundred (except Erestor but he does the census so...)#lotr#lord of the rings#incorrect lord of the rings quotes#silmarillion#incorrect silmarillion quotes#incorrect quotes#elrond#lotr elrond#elrond peredhel#maglor#lotr maglor#maedhros#lotr maedhros#kidnap fam
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interesting how in the FA "beyond lay the wilderness of Dungortheb, where the sorcery of Sauron and the power of Melian came together, and horror and madness walked", then in the TA the Fangorn-Lorien-Mirkwood triangle of Weird Sorcery Forests exists between the domains of saruman, galadriel, necromancer-sauron, and radagast
#silm#silmarillion#lotr#the hobbit#nan dungortheb#fangorn forest#lothlorien#mirkwood#nan dungortheb had the original spawn of ungoliant; southern mirkwood has the giant spiders (probably lesser spawn)#all three forests were thought cursed in some way (fangorn's huorns + general ominousness; the mini-girdle in lorien)#the weird dol guldur area in southern mirkwood). mirkwood also has the dream-river and the possibly-magic-affected white deer in the hobbit#plus the way it slopes just right to appear endless from within#like. that's a whole lot of maia-power concentrated in one area#and that's coming from at least four distinct ainurin domains (aule; melian/vana; melkor; yavanna)#five if you count the balrog as a separate umaia; and double yavanna if the ents count as well#not to mention nenya doing its thing#and at least one palantir and possibly some dwarf rings in the mix#and also the concerning amount of enchanted dwarf stuff + enchanted celebrimbor stuff#no wonder the rohirrim think the whole place is cursed#also on the other side of the mountains you have elrond with his ulmo-magic and melian-magic and vilya#but hes not as close to saurons borders so rivendell is just Cool Elf Magic and not Terrifying Sorcery lol
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It is their first battle as commanders. The twins stand at the head of an army hungry for revenge. Names are shouted as war cries by people united through loss. For Fingolfin. For Thingol. For Lúthien and Finrod and Turgon and Denethor. For Beren and Haleth and Bór and Húrin.
For Gondolin and Nargothrond and Doriath. For Dorthonion and Brethil and Hithlum.
For Sirion.
Elros lifts Dramborleg and says, for Eärendil. Elrond draws Aranrúth and replies, for Elwing.
And the battle begins.
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Guess what I just finished ehehehe >:D
Oh yeah- the 'I see your wife' was a bit hard to do so I just replaced it with the next best 'murderer plus innocence' parallel I could think of-
(and the tags I got to cover the last few bits got cut off, so I have decided to include the last minute of dramatic commentary here instead-
:(:( Alas alack~ poor Finrod-
Oh look it's Gondolin! And Maeglin too, fancy that. Wonder why he's there, anyway, moving on-
Fingon gets some more screentime, -and no. I am not naming the Balrogs involved. They don't deserve it >:(
And after that it's pretty self explanatory.
I mean.
If you know who Feanor and his sons are you probably get what's going on here. :'(
>:)
#the silmarillion#silmarillion#silm art#now in order of appearance we have:#Namo#or Mandos#whichever you prefer#Feanor#the trees#some boots cause why not#the shores of valinor#yeye#Nerdanel#(and feanor but i already mentioned him)#Aqualonde#that cheerful cheerful spot-#ships burning oh dearie me-#then fingon feeling all betrayed#i was gonna do fingolfin but fingon is easier to make recognisable yknow?#morgoth#and-#Fingolfin#fighting morgoth. as you do#then- *takes deep breath-#Maedhros and Maglor#Celegorm Caranthir Curufin Amrod and Amras. (they aren't there for long enough to get their own separate tags. :D)#Then we got Doriath being splattered with- *ahem. Doriath. That peaceful peaceful kingdom...#and some dead feanorians. I am not writing all their names again. You know who dies at Doriath right?#Elrond and Elros#beren and luthien
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*taps mic* Maedhros and Maglor might not have been mentioned as Elronds foster-kidnap dads openly because no rights were bought by them. But as far as I'm concerned, Elrond snapping an orcs neck and defending Celebrimbors work notes with every fibre of his being bmight as well have been explicit references. Thank you.
#that's not even mentioning the trebuchet scene#or the troll#my man was feanorian af the entire time#like they might not have been mentioned but don't try to tell me his feral vibes weren't from them#the rings of power#elrond#maglor#maedhros
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yes, hello, can we talk more about elrond's beauty
#no but adar mentioning it so casually was so uhinged#he has a preference for beautiful elves and he's so real for this#but dropping it in the middle of negotiations in a tent full of his children and the beautiful elves he so fancies + one new is a wild move#adar#elrond#rings of power
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The Rings of Power S01E04 “The Great Wave”: A Brief Recap Pt 4
[Pt2] [Pt3] [Pt4] [Masterpost]
#The Rings of Power S01E04 Recap#galadriel#miriel#Doom Orb#elendil#durin#elrond#elrond's star dad (mention)#disa#disa's amazing voice#arondir#bronwyn#theo#beloved dumbass child#Crying God Tree#the rings of power#the rings of power crack#trop#trop crack#tolkien#tolkien crack#my recaps
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A Meeting in Valinor
Elrond comes back from his first real meeting with Eärendil tired and unsure what to do. He gets some help from an unexpected source.
Dw this isn’t hating on any of Elrond’s parents. Pure fluff :)
Elrond had returned to his house and was lying with his head in Celebrian’s lap. He’d told her how the meeting had gone and flopped on the sofa, drained, before she’d soothed away some of his oncoming headache as she’d done many years before. Now he lay with his eyes closed, soaking in the summer rays as she read.
Celebrian jerked suddenly, and Elrond shot up, hand going to the knife in his boot. Some habits wouldn’t change.
“Ai! relax! It’s just me!”
Elrond’s face slackened.
“It cannot be...”
Celebrian looked between the two, eyes lingering on the semi-familiar features before her. Round ears. Beard. Warm grey eyes, wise yet playful. Elven cut, navy tunic with silver embroidery, and brown hair brushing his shoulders. She tensed at the closed expression on Elrond’s face, reaching for her own dagger as the figure shuffled nervously.
“Hello, Ada.”
Elrond released a strangled sound and the man ran to his open arms, desperately clutching the elf. Elrond pulled back, hand smoothing down unruly hair as if he’d done so many times before.
“Estel, how- You’re *dead.*”
Celebrian relaxed at the name, a gentle smile lighting her face as the human spluttered between tears. So this was her lost son.
Aragorn smiled tremulously as he replied.
“Exactly as you used to say Ada, Illuvatar’s mind is unknown in regards to the fate of men, and I guess I was allowed to come here.”
Elrond hugged him again.
“How’s Arwen?”
“She’s doing well, recently became good friends with Andreth.” A strange look came over Aragorn’s face and his foster father laughed, kissing his forehead. He turned to his wife, and it was then that Aragorn froze, seeing the elleth before him. He shot to his feet, bowing low before her.
“Milady, I-“
Celebrian shot the half-elf an exasperated look and grabbed one of the man’s hands, pulling him up. Aragorn looked at her, confused.
“Mil-“
“Call me ‘Milady’ again and I’ll toss you out the front door. Elrond said you used to call me Naneth.” Aragorn flushed, eyes on his boots and Celebrian laughed. “I take no insult, son of Elrond! It is only right considering you were not only adopted into the family, but also married my daughter.”
The Dunedan gaped, and she pulled him onto the sofa between herself and her husband, voice softening at the sorrow in Aragorn’s eyes.
“There is no need to feel guilty Estel, I long foresaw Arwen’s choice and understand she was loved and taken care of by the best of men.” She pulled him into a tight hug. “Thank you for giving her happiness. She was so sad after the orcs, I feared she’d never smile again.”
Aragorn froze for a moment, then buried his head into her shoulder, apologies spilling out his mouth. Celebrian rested a hand on his head.
“None of that now, I’m glad Arwen was able to find her strength again, even if it led her down a different path.” She pulled back and squeezed his shoulders. “And I’m glad to meet *you.*”
Aragorn bowed his head then settled back against the sofa. A comfortable silence filled the space until Elrond spoke.
“Not that I’m not glad to see you, ion-nin, but why are you here?”
Aragorn turned to face the half elf, a mischievous glint in his eyes as Elrond raised an eyebrow.
“Well this should be interesting.”
“I had some... unfinished business to attend to.”
“Is that so?”
Aragorn sat on a chair in front of the elves, and both of them straightened. He winced at the expectant look on his foster father’s face, reminded of every scrap he’d been pulled out of in Rivendell, then later as a ranger.
“It may have had something to do with your earlier conversation.” The look didn’t change and he sighed in defeat. “Ok fine. It had everything to do with it. I had a conversation with Earendil. Interesting man. Surprisingly relaxed.”
Elrond smiled tiredly and Celebrian took his hand.
“Interesting indeed. He… wasn’t what I expected.”
Aragorn’s laugh echoed, loud and warm and *human* in a way Celebrian knew her husband missed dearly. So many of Elrond’s friends had been mortal, so much of his family.
“Now that’s an understatement!” The man smiled wide. “In any case, I had a quick conversation with him after you left. He says he’d love to take you sailing and have a proper heart to heart.” The smile dropped to something more somber, more gentle. “He also says he understands if you need more time, and will wait as long as he needs.”
Elrond seemed to simultaneously age and relax.
“If you’d take my advice…” Aragorn began hesitantly, waiting for Elrond’s warm nod before continuing, “I think you should take him up on the offer.“
Elrond gave real thought to the words and Celebrian wondered just how well this man judged characters that Elrond was willing to take another chance. Any elf would have been shut down by now. Had been in the past.
“I do not know if I can.”
A familiar stubborn glint entered Aragorn’s eye. A fearlessness Celebrian was delighted to see.
“I say this with respect Adar, but you have to stop running away from this.”
The half-elf startled at the sharp words, but Aragorn continued before he could fully recover. Smart kid.
“For your own sake, you must face him. Just as you must one day face Elwing, Maedhros and Maglor… but this is a good place to start.” He leaned forward to take his father’s tightly clenched hands. “What did you tell me when my heritage was revealed? When I was terrified the weight of my past might drown away my present?”
A suspicion began to form in Celebrian’s mind, threatening to break out in a bright laugh and smothering hug for the son she’d never met. Of course. Of course.
Elrond closed his eyes and took a deep breath, wryness and pride in his eyes when he looked up at Aragorn.
“The past is but a small part of you. You are so much more your history, no matter what anyone else says.”
“Wise advice, no?”
“Seems a little narcissistic to agree, but I suppose it is.”
Squeezing Aragorn’s hands back, Elrond sighed and slumped back, eyes closing for a long moment. Aragorn glanced at Celebrian, who returned a small, reassuring smile. It was about time someone smacked some sense into her husband’s head, and this one knew how to push all the right buttons.
“I am afraid, little one.” Elrond finally whispered.
Aragorn grinned boyishly, and Celebrian’s suspicions were confirmed.
“That’s why I’m here.”
#Elrond#elrond peredhel#elrond half elven#celebrian#Valinor#Aman#fourth age#Eärendil#earendil#Elwing#Maedhros#Maglor#(mentioned)#surprise guest: Aragorn!#Aragorn#elessar#aragorn elessar#king elessar#house of elrond#Celebrian’s always wanted to meet the son Elrond speaks of so fondly#the one she knew Arwen would one day choose mortality for#listen she’s not bitter about this she knew what she was getting into when she married Elrond#also mother’s foresight n stuff is a wonderful thing#tolkien#lord of the rings#silmarillion#silm#silm fic#Lotr fic#ITHOF Writes
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Maedhros during the War of Wrath
I've been thinking a lot about it lately. Here comes a big hc drop: For starters let me say, I imagine the War of Wrath as maybe not a really long conflict, at least not very long for elvish standards, but a very devastating one. Beleriand was hardly liveable at this point, so I imagine that most of the supplies they had was what the host of Aman had brought with them. Considering that, they probably started running out of things after the first couple of years of war effort. Yes, the Balar island was still functioning at this point, but I don't think they had strong enough economy to do much more than sustain themselves and I think maybe there were some rare deliveries from Valinor from time to time, but I have this idea that it wasn't nearly enough. The war was consuming way more resources than could've been provided and as the time was going on it was getting gradually worse. Like I think that at the most critical point there were deficiencies of literally everything, from food & medical supplies to clothes & weapons. They stopped sending archers to fight, because there was no material to make arrows anymore, thousands of soldiers were dying from curable injuries, because the healers (there was a very strong shortcoming of them as well) didn't even have things as basic as bandages & maintaining hygiene was nearly impossible ( don't get me started on how it impacted Elrond who I headcanon to be one of the healers there and only something like 18 in human years and had to witness something like 5 out of 6 of his patients die and there was no time to even sleep, not to mention rest, because every wasted second is a lost life and there was just an overwhelming amount of death and despair all around him, and he wasn't able to do anything about it, wasn't able to really help) So let's imagine these thousands of exhausted, underfed, miserable, war-worn, I would even dare to say - halfway dead people, who just want this horror to end.... and then there's Maedhros. Maedhros, who had survived horrors far worse back when he had been a prisoner in angband, had survived hunger that could never be compared by any means to these little food deficiencies he had to deal with now, yeah, he didn't get to eat anything in three days, so what? This guy had watched his own downfall from the front row, had slayed civilians in Doriath and Sirion instead of fighting Morgoth... And now he was back where he belonged. On the frontlines. Leading armies against the enemy. Once again doing what he knew he should've been doing all that time. I believe during the War of Wrath Maedhros was more alive than he ever had been since his husband's Fingon's death. He was literally radiating energy and charisma, his mental state was very much improved. Once again he was Maedhros the tall, the Lord of Himring a Noldorin Warlord, not some heinous murderer, not a monster. For the first time in many years he was doing something that actually felt right.
#silmarillion#silmarillion headcanon#the silmarillion#war of wrath#maedhros#elrond#russingon#only mentioned tho
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Look, did they absolutely ruin Elrond’s character in the Lord of The Rings movies? Yes, absolutely. That is not Hugo Weaving’s fault. He put his whole elfussy into that performance with what he was given and he deserves to win the @medievalandfantasymelee poll
#the orca surfaces#lord of the rings#Elrond#my poor guy Elrond who has some of the most complex character stuff for a non main character in a book series#and like my spouse always likes to mention#when Elrond gives Arwen away in the movies that scene is so moving with Hugo Weaving nearly in TEARS#but also rings of power guy would have done NUMBERS on 2012-14 tumblr#commenting on polls lol
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Elrond Week Day 7 - Sanctuary and Departure
In which Elrond is stubbornly refusing to speak with his parents after arriving in Valinor and Celebrían has a clever solution.
Celebrían sighed exasperatedly as she noticed Elrond reading his book on their couch, pointedly not looking at the letter-writing materials not five feet away from him. “Are you intending to ignore your parents for the rest of time?”
Elrond hardly even glanced up at her as he responded. “No, of course not. I am simply waiting for them to reach out to me first.”
Celebrían pursed her lips and sank down into a nearby chair. Her husband had been in Valinor nearly a year and a half already; this had gone on long enough. “I do not pretend to know Elwing’s mind,” she began, treading lightly on the delicate subject. “But do you not think it is possible that she may be waiting to see if you even wish to speak to her after all this time? You were very young when you were… separated, and she knows this. Perhaps she is trying to be sensitive of the possibility that you have moved on and is trying to give you space so as not to cause conflict...?”
The ‘As you so often do?’ in her head remained unsaid.
Elrond shot her a look that told her he would not hear any more on the topic and said nothing. They were so much alike, Celebrían thought to herself, although she knew neither of them would admit it. She had only met Elwing once or twice, but even from that she could identify their similarities. Both of them were stern and intimidating people at first glance. Under Elrond’s commanding exterior lay layers upon layers of kindness and generosity and, while Celebrían did not know Elwing well enough to say the same of her, there was no way anyone could genuinely be that stern.
At both of their cores, however, lay deeply wounded, anxious, and insecure people. Celebrían knew from long experience that, while a certain level of healing was possible, the scars of such wounds stubbornly remained.
Upon their first meeting at a holiday party in Tirion, Elwing had pulled Celebrían aside as soon as she possibly could and questioned her about Elrond. How he was, what he was like and, most importantly, what his opinions of his mother were. Celebrían, taken aback by her directness and still recovering from her… ordeal, had unfortunately answered honestly: Elrond was occasionally curious about her, but usually changed the subject whenever she came up.
The woman had been heartbroken, but concealed it well. Celebrían had tried to reach out a few times after that, but Elwing had always respectfully declined. Now, Celebrían couldn’t help but feel that their current predicament was her own fault. If she had given a kinder report of Elrond’s feelings about her, perhaps Elwing would have the courage to reach out.
But it was no matter, Celebrían had a plan…
Not two seconds later, there came a knock at the door. Right on time.
Elrond rose from his seat to get the door and Celebrían followed close behind, saying, “That must be the geologist I told you about.”
Celebrían had met many of the elves that lived in their area, including a couple that lived on the far end of the valley. She and the wife, Amaurëa, had become dear friends and soon discovered that their husbands both shared a passion for rock, stones, and minerals. While Elrond’s fascination with such things had remained a hobby, her friend's husband, Elcair, had made a profession of it.
Though they had been visiting Amaurëa's family for the past two years, Celebrían had invited them to call at their earliest convenience to see what Elrond had brought with him from Middle Earth. It was a giant chest of stone and mineral samples, all meticulously sorted, cleaned, and cared for. Elrond had decided to bring it just in case there were elements in Middle Earth that were not present in Aman. Despite the chest being two feet wide and four feet long, he insisted that he had only brought his favorites.
Celebrían opened the door to see two elves. One, the woman, short and slender with a flattering green dress. She wore no cloak in the warm spring air. The other, her husband, stood head and shoulders above her, his athletic build honed by centuries of hiking, cliff climbing, and spelunking. He examined the ornately carved doorframe instead of looking Celebrían in the eye.
“Welcome!” Celebrían cried, reaching out to clasp her friend's hand. “How was your visit? I know you have been missing your mother terribly.”
Amaurëa stepped inside with a courteous smile. “It was wonderful. Ammë is well, and so is my new brother.”
Her eyes slid to Elrond, standing just behind Celebrían's shoulder and he was quick to introduce himself. “I am Elrond, Cel's husband. It is a pleasure to finally meet one I have heard so much about.”
Amaurëa's smile grew wider at his friendly greeting and Celebrían, who knew her well, could see her relax. “Well met, Elrond. This,” she gestured to her husband who had finished examining the doorway and moved into the hallway, “is my husband, Elcair.”
Elcair nodded to Elrond rather stiffly, looking almost nervous. “Well met.”
He didn't go on so, after half a beat, Celebrían invited Amaurëa to the sitting room. “Come, I think I still have some of your favorite tea blend. I daresay Elrond and Elcair should like to get to their rocks.”
At this, Elcair's eyes visibly brightened, although he tried to conceal it. Elrond also noticed and began leading him to his personal study. “Yes, I think we will,” he said to their wives. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Amaurëa.”
Amaurëa nodded her farewell and followed Celebrían into the sitting room. Celebrían set the tea to steep, inwardly rejoicing that her plan had gone smoothly thus far.
“How long do you think it will take them to realize?” Amaurëa asked her. She was in on the plan, of course.
Celebrían glanced in the direction of the study. “As clever as they both are, they are discussing rocks so, it could be some time…”
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“Do you think the geology of Middle Earth differs much from that of Valinor?” Elcair asked suddenly as they walked down the hall.
He was an odd elf, Elrond observed. Quiet, blunt, absorbed in his own world; Elrond could respect that, even relate to it at times, but still… odd.
“I am not sure,” Elrond replied, opening his office door and ushering Elcair inside. “I have not traveled widely yet, but what I have seen here in this valley is not at all different from what I am familiar with. Although…” he said thoughtfully. “Are there any volcanoes here?”
Elcair chuckled and shook his head. “Alas, no. I have never had the privilege of seeing them in person. My research on that topic has been limited to accounts of those who have seen them, and discussions with Aulë. He is a fountain of geologic knowledge,” he was quick to clarify, “but he has an unfortunate habit of failing to look at the bigger picture.”
Interesting, Elrond thought to himself. He had not thought that the vala of stone and metallurgy would focus on anything narrowly. Then again, Aulë was the creator of the dwarves…
“You are not missing out on much,” Elrond reassured him, unlocking his chest of geological samples. “I spent much time near the volcano, Oroduin, in Mordor during the War of the Last Alliance. I would be happy to share my observations with you, but I do not recommend going anywhere near an active volcano. It took decades for me to breathe easily again.”
Elcair opened his mouth to respond, but was quickly distracted as Elrond opened the chest. Several shelves unfolded from it: one for sedimentary rocks, one for igneous rocks, one for metamorphic rocks, and two for minerals.
They were separated by type of course, but their order was… unconventional when compared to most geologists’ collections in Middle Earth. They ordered their samples alphabetically or by density, but Elrond- Elrond ordered his collection by Music.
There was Music in everything the Ainur had created, though few were attuned to it. In fact, Elrond had met no one else but his own son, Elladan, who could hear the music of stone as he could. The igneous rock with its quick tempos and sharp sounds, the metamorphic rock with its melodies that bent this way and that, the sedimentary rock with its slow tempos and melodies that told the stories of a thousand different deaths, the minerals with Songs as varied as the colors in the air.
Elrond could listen to them for an Age if no one disturbed him.
Elcair seemed almost equally enraptured, but he eventually turned to question Elrond. They spoke for nearly an hour of volcanic mechanisms and of the types of stone it produced (Elcair found a particular affinity for obsidian), and Elcair told Elrond of the many advances he had made in examining sedimentary samples; separating them out and identifying them one bit at a time.
Eventually, during a lull in the conversation, Elrond asked him a personal question. “When did your family come to Valinor?”
It was entirely possible that he had been born in Valinor, but with a Sindarin name like “Elcair,” his family almost certainly had its roots in Middle Earth or Beleriand.
Elcair gave him a strange look, almost meeting his eyes. “Do you not know?”
That was… an odd response. Elrond did not know who he was related to, although perhaps it was a well known family, but Elcair had not mentioned any family name. “Apologies, I do not. I do not know your family name, and your given name only tells me that you are likely Sindarin or Silvan.”
Slowly, carefully, as if explaining a simple concept to a child who should know better, Elcair said, “My mother is Elwing and my father is Eärendil…”
Oh, oh. Of course! Elwing and Eärendil had been very young when they had fled Beleriand; Elrond had always known that. They had been young and in love and had lost the chance to raise their children; it made sense that they would try again.
In a way, Elrond was happy for them. Happy that they had been able to move on with their lives after everything that had happened, everything they had been through. Alongside that, though, an ancient pit of bitterness reopened in his chest at the thought that they had been able to move on from him.
As soon as that feeling bubbled up into his mind, he tried to push it away. It wasn’t fair to them and it wasn’t helpful to him. He had lived well over six-thousand years without them and become a powerful and well-respected man, loved by many. That would not change, regardless of what his parents thought of him.
“So, Celebrían did not tell you?” Elcair asked tentatively. He seemed anxious, worried that he had offended Elrond.
“No- No, she did not.” This whole time, she had known. Known and said nothing! And yet, Elrond could not find it within himself to be angry with her. He had been stubborn in his refusal to speak to his family, he knew, and if she had mentioned a brother, Elrond knew he would have refused to see him as well.
“You… are my brother, then?” Elrond mused.
Elcair nodded, almost shy now. “Yes, and we have a sister between us, Elinn. I thought you knew about her, but since you did not know that you and I were brothers…”
His rambling trailed off as Elrond tried to digest all of the new information. He was an older brother, with two younger siblings. His parents had had two new children after losing their first two. Even if he did reach out to them now, what sort of place would he have in that family? That of a bastard son with no ties but blood?
As if sensing his turmoil, Elcair picked up an oolitic limestone sample and pressed it into Elrond’s palm. It was highly textured, but the ooids themselves were smooth. More than that, its music was soothing like- well, like sediments coalescing in ocean currents. It brought him back to the present.
Staring at his shoes, Elcair asked, “So, since Celebrían did not ask me here at your behest, may I ask- Why have you not reached out to us yet?
Elrond sighed, examining the limestone in his hand. What he wouldn’t give to be an ooid right now; just a tiny ball of calcium floating in the sea. Things would be so much simpler. “I only knew Elwing- our mother - for the first six years of my life, most of which I cannot remember. Our father, I knew for even less time, and I did not know of you and Elinn’s existence until just now. I fear that forcing myself into… your family- I would simply take up space that isn’t there.”
Elcair looked over at him sharply, though Elrond did not meet his gaze. “Do not say that! Nana has been more anxious than I have ever seen her from the moment we got news of your ship. As soon as Atto returned from his sky-voyage at the beginning of last spring, he was much the same. Elinn has been urging Nana constantly to stop waiting for you to reach out and just write first herself because she wants so desperately to meet you! And I-”
He halted before going on, as if admitting some long-kept secret. “I have been wondering what you would be like ever since I first heard your name. For decades- centuries, I have listened at the docks for news and stories of you. I cobbled together an image of what my older brother might be like and, for a very long time, you have been my greatest role model, even though I have never met you.”
A breath of silence passed between them. Elrond could hardly believe that he had played so large a role in the life of someone he had never met. He knew that he was in history books and there were likely people who looked up to him based on their readings, but never so personally.
Elcair wasn’t finished. “I never even dared to hope that you would share my passion for stone, however much I idolized you. I- There has always been room in our family for you, Elrond.”
Elrond was nearly overcome. He had only just begun to process the fact that he had siblings (siblings! plural!) and this was just too much. So, he pushed his feelings aside for later, focused on the feeling of ooids in his hand, and fell back on learned politeness.
“I-” he was forced to pause and clear his throat, his voice was clogged with emotion. “I am sorry for not writing sooner.”
Elcair patted his hand, also feeling awkward and off balance after his burst of emotion. “It is no matter now. We have all the time in the world, after all.”
@elrondweek
#silmarillion#fanfiction#elrond#celebrian#celebrían#mentioned elwing and earendil#omc#geology#reunion#elrond is stubborn but we love him anyway#elrondweek#autism#elcair is autistic for clarification
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“Insufferable.” Well I’m glad Círdan agrees about Daeron.
#guys please I just want a Maglor reference#that isn’t yeet the accursed object into the ocean#I KNOW THEY DONT HAVE THE RIGHTS BUT STILL#THEY REFERENCED DAERON#okay to my mutuals who like Daeron I don’t hate him#he’s not completely insufferable#at least no more than Maglor is#I LOST MY MIND A LITTLE BIT OKAY#AHHHHHHHH#AND THE IMPLICATION THAT ADAR WAS HUNG ON THANGORODRIM!????????????#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#listen.#I would kill to have them just mention Maglor by name#once#an acknowledgment of his hand in Elronds past#I genuinely don’t care how they frame that hand so as long as they acknowledge him#I’m so normal about that elf#in case no one noticed#UGHHHHH#this season is soooooo gooooooooooooooood I’m dying already#trop spoilers#rings of power spoilers#rings of power positivity#trop positivity#trop season 2#rings of power#cirdan#Elrond#Daeron
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Could Elrond contract prion disease?
HYPOTHETICALLY, if Elrond were to eat the brain of an orc regularly (I did not come up with the idea Do Not Blame Me), could he get prion disease from it??
Would his 37,5% Manx Mannish blood be enough to allow him to get ill, even though elves can't?
Can elves be affected by prions? I mean, it'd be safe for an elf who's only ever eaten other elves to be eaten by an elf, but what if said elf ate a human or a dwarf or a hobbit or an orc? Would the prion just hang out in the Immune To Illness Of The Hröa brain of the elf??? Would it die????
Would the 3,125% Maiarin blood that Elrond has be enough to negate the effects of his Manx Mannish blood? Can the Line of Lúthien get sick????
Is it still cannibalism if you're a different species, even though both parties are sapient? Did the Þindar Sindar eat the Petty-Dwarves? Did Túrin's followers eat Mîm?
JIRT I NEED ANSWERS
I shall update if HoME mentions anything about Peredhel immune systems.
#silm#histories of middle earth#tolkien#cannibalism#cw cannibalism#cannibalism cw#tw cannibalism#cannibalism tw#On The Morality‚ Customs And Laws Pertaining To Cannibalism Amongst The Eldar#the secret chapter of LaCE that jirt didnt want published#laws and customs among the eldar#lotr#the silmarillion#silmarillion#im not sorry jirt#jolkien rolkien rolkien tolkien has met his match in the power of my autism#there's a reason why i mention elrond specifically (elros is implicit). lets just say theres cannibalism debates on ao3#and theyre GRAND
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Heartwarming mention of Rings of Power on Weta website as a review for their beautiful Grey Havens diorama
#the rings of power#Love seeing positive things about our beloved show#And an Elrond mention 🥰💚#I actually pre ordered this piece#I always loved the poignancy of the grey havens#I'm so excited for it to ship!#Also can Amazon just renew already
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