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The Sons of Fëanor behind closed doors
Author’s note: A collection of random intimate moments between you and your favorite Fëanorian. Part 1/? There will definitely be more parts to this!
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Caranthir
Carnistir always runs warm
It doesn’t matter how cold it is outside, his temperature never seems to drop. Must be his blood cuz its boiling
In the evening, you’ll find him looking through the bookshelves in your chambers, thinking about which one he’s going to read to you
This is a routine you have established quite early on, him being a bookworm and you loving the sound of his voice and storytelling abilities
He always comes back to join you right when your feet start getting cold. The second he sits down beside you, you bury them underneath his legs, certified personal heater
He shudders at the coldness and shoots you an annoyed look, scolding you about how you should put on socks.
"You’re going to catch a cold."
"Not when I have you right here!" You grin and are met with him rolling his eyes
When he opens the book, you throw your arms around his neck and look over his shoulder, waiting for him to start reading, but he just seems to be flipping through the pages aimlessly, too distracted by your sudden proximity
His face grows redder with every second
You snuggle into his hot cheek, and he feels you smile against his skin.
How is he supposed to focus?? Manz is flustered
"You do remember where we left off, right?" You ask teasingly, he just clears his throat and mutters something about chapter three. When he finally finds the chapter he lets out a breath he seemed to be holding forever
Is it hot in here? Nope, just Cara’s body temperature which is off the charts by now
There’s something about his reading voice, the way it sounds soft like a velvet blanket, yet so sharp
And though you’d love to listen to the story, the exhaustion takes over you, leaving you half asleep on his shoulder near the chapter’s end
He puts down the book and rests his head against yours for a moment, secretly smiling to himself in pure bliss before gently picking you up and carrying you to bed
Eru, the things you do to him, but he wouldn’t have it any other way
Maedhros
This gentle giant loves it when you play with his hands
He noticed a long time ago how fidgety you would get whenever something was making you nervous
Your anxiety shows itself in you cracking your knuckles, playing with the rings on your fingers, pulling at the fabric of your clothing
Sometimes, however, you wouldn’t have anything to help reduce your anxiety
He made it a habit to look for that twitch in your fingers, and whenever that happens, he just takes your hands into his
And since his hands are significantly larger than yours, it would only take one of them to encapsulate both of yours, and squeeze them reassuringly (we’re obviously talking pre-oath here oop) while the other tends to whatever it is he was doing before
Although open displays of affection are frowned upon, he considers your comfort more important than the judgement he would receive
Let’s be real, nobody would dare to ever voice their disapproval. It’s Maedhros they’re talking to, zero fucks given here
This morning, you have been sitting next to Mai in a meeting for the longest time when one of the attendees decides to criticize some of the contributions you have made earlier. You freeze. Heart starts beating impossibly fast at the tone of his voice, pointed and condescending. Eru. Do you answer? Are you supposed to answer?! He’s looking right at you. Eruerueru-
The second Mai’s hand finds yours under the table, the tension leaves your body.
You take it with an urgency he recognizes all too well. One of your hands holds on to his wrist while the fingers on your other one intertwine themselves with his, your thumb drawing hectic circles into his cool skin. Your grip on his wrist tightens at times and you take deep breaths, trying to remain in control
You let go of his wrist and trace the veins on the back of his hand, trying to memorize the way his skin feels on yours, before you turn his hand around in your lap and do the same thing with the lines on his palm
His hand is relaxed in your grip, gradually transferring some of that energy to you
He’s just so tall and self assured — the complete opposite of your current state — you could find solace in his presence alone if it weren’t for your itching fingers
Your movements become slower the longer you stay in contact with him
It’s like his fëa gathers in his hand, knowing you need it to touch you directly to come to your senses
And so the rush wears off, eventually the attendee stops talking and you are able to form a response that is just coherent enough to be said out loud in this setting
And as a result of your bond and the indemmar emerging from it, Maitimo proceeds to expand your argument in his own words, closing the case gracefully as ever without letting anything show
You don’t know what you’d do without him, especially in situations like these
Maglor
Contrary to popular belief, Makalaurë is a clumsy individual
You have to give that to him, his mind seems to be running nonstop, I imagine him to always be on the edge of sensory overload — just look at the world around you, how could you not want to capture every single aspect of it in poetry and song?
So, naturally, he’s not always fully present, at least not when he’s scribbling things on paper
You can tell whether to talk to him or leave him to his affairs by the way he’s sitting, the speed and loudness of the quill on his paper.
The more he hunches his back, the more he squints his eyes, chews on his lower lip, the messier his handwriting appears, the jerkier he moves the quill — that’s when you know not to disturb him
Although sometimes, you yourself are quite preoccupied and forget about it
"LAURË!" you call out as you burst into his room, feet stomping on the wooden planks so enthusiastically their creaking could be mistaken for a cat screaming after having been stepped on its tail
Poor Laurë is so startled, he jumps out of his skin, dies and is reborn all at once
The quill in his hand slides across the paper with the sudden movement of his arm and, yikes, the ink pot is sent flying along with pieces of parchment
He yells, eyes wide, hands in the air, frozen in place, a literal deer in the headlights
You stop dead in your tracks and cover your mouth in shock, immediately regretting your loud entry
"ERU, Y/N, DON’T DO THIS TO ME" "I’M SO SORRY!!" "WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?!" "I DON’T KNOW!!"
The last piece of paper lands on the ground, the air settles down and only then do you see the damage — splotches of ink are littered all over his desk and notes, his hands and sleeves. He sits there, with his upper body turned towards you, staring at his work on the floor, slowly breaking out of his state of shock and moving to pick it up with shaky hands
You hate to admit it to yourself, but he’s so unintentionally funny with his big eyes and startled movements. You can see how he’s trying to coordinate his thoughts again as his hands reach for each piece of paper below, sometimes grabbing the air instead of the actual object
Somebody help this man
And Eru forbid, when he sees the spilled ink on his notes, he goes through all the stages of grief right in front of your eyes and you feel even worse for the laughter that’s bubbling up inside of you
He’s like a sloth, slowly collecting his belongings with calculating eyes
You hastily step to his side and help him arrange everything on the desk, then proceed to get a washcloth to wipe away the spilled ink
When you’re finished, you are met with judgemental eyes
"I’m sorry, I’m really sorry," you manage to get out before the laughter bursts out of you. Laurë huffs and before you know it, his blue fingertips smear the leftover ink across your face
"Hey!" you yelp when he picks you up and carries you outside
If it weren’t for the loud breath he lets out through his nose, you would have thought he was really mad at you, but he just puts you back down, trying his hardest to hide his smile upon seeing the blue lines on your face
"I’ll just come back later," you purse your lips and look up at him. He shakes his head at the mischievous twinkle in your eyes before leaning down to kiss the top of your head and then slamming the door in your face lol
Celegorm
If there’s one thing you know, it’s that Tyelko loves nature
You, on the other hand, have certain things you’d prefer to stay away from, such as spiders
And as much as you love him, his "conquer your fear" mindset is anything but dear to you. You’re a firm believer of respecting people’s fears and not forcing them to change that, whereas he thinks practically and doesn’t always consider your thoughts, such as right now
He came running into your room when he had heard you scream in fear, ready to attack whatever was threatening you, or so he thought
So there you are, standing on a chair, pointing at the spider in his hand
"Tyelkormo, I swear on my life, if you come any closer-"
"Y/N, you can’t be serious, it’s tiny." "I don’t care!" You yell, slowly stepping down from the chair and backing up
He smirks "You can’t be that scared, love"
And all the alarms in your head go off when he steps closer to you, spider enclosed in his hand that is extended towards you
When your back hits the wall, you know you’re done for
"Tyelko-" "Just look at it!" He laughs at your reaction, knowing he won’t actually do anything. Deep down, you know it too, but he just loves to poke fun at you and you fall for it every single time
You think he'd leave it at that, but he actually dares to open his hand and of course, the spider jumps out in a frenzy, beginning to rope itself down from the palm of his hand
And you SCREAM, poor Tyelko actually has to cover his ears that's what he gets
The spider hurries away into some corner and you make a leap for the bed, grab a pillow and throw it at Tyelko, yelling at him to take it outside
When he finally does, your rage is still very much present and you take another pillow from behind you and hit him repeatedly
"Don't-" hit. "you-" hit. "ever-" hit. "do-" hit. "that-" hit. "again-" hit. "do-" hit. "you-" hit. "understand-" hit. "you're so annoying!!!"
He's obviously unfazed, if anything his smirk has grown even bigger
His arms snake around your waist and pull you close, cradling your head in his hand
"Did you seriously think I was going to let that spider harm you? You're so easy to tease, love"
Curufin
"Close your eyes," he instructs softly before carefully placing the item in your hands. He spent hours working on this, both scared and excited for your reaction
When he tells you to open your eyes again, they fall on a set of beautiful earrings. But that's not what makes you tear up!
Months ago, you had mentioned how much you missed the color of forget-me-nots in the winter time. It was a silly little thought you had voiced on a leisurely stroll with him on a rather cold morning, not expecting him to actually take it to heart like this
But here you are, in your hand these rose gold earrings, shaped like forget-me-nots, with little shimmering gems in the center — the same color as your favorite spring flower.
"Curufin!" you gasp, looking up at him
He just smiles and for the first time ever, he looks flustered, bashful, even
He's always so calm, stoic and levelheaded. To see him deliver a gesture like this is unusual to say the least
"Here, let me help you put them on," he gently takes the earrings out of your hands with his calloused fingers
You notice a band-aid on his left index finger, did he hurt himself when crafting these?
Once the earrings are on, you step in front of the mirror and Eru, the smile that blooms on your face almost makes his heart stop
Curvo was never one to display a lot of emotion, he just never deemed it necessary
But seeing you touched like this made him question what was so bad about letting his guard down sometimes
Especially when you would look at him, and his heart would erupt into a million tiny butterflies upon the effects of his gesture
Amrod
You're sat on the wooden fence framing the fields close to your estate, watching the cows
The sun is just about to set and you catch yourself staring at him
"Is there something on my face?" he suddenly asks and raises his eyebrows, you're caught in the act
Quick, think of something to save yourself from the embarrassment!!! Or else he'll never stop teasing you about this!!!
So you flick his forehead and watch him open his mouth in protest
"Hey!" "What are you gonna do, Pityo?"
You stick your tongue out and jump down into the high grass, watching him do the same, ready to follow you for some revenge
The air is quiet, and the first fireflies are already buzzing around the fields when he starts chasing you through the flowers
Your giggles and screams make the cows raise their heads one by one, disturbed by these two strange creatures running around them
Usually, Amrod knows not to run too close to the cows as it would agitate them, but he's just too caught up in the way your laughter tickles his pointed ears and the way your h/c hair flows in the wind — he doesn't notice one of them standing closer to him than he has anticipated
So yeah, poor unfortunate Pityo bumps into that cow. And he stumbles. And falls. And when he realizes what he's fallen into, he yells. And when you realize what he's fallen into, he's done for
"NO WAY!!!!" "STOP"
He gets up and looks down at his linen shirt which is now an earthy, lovely shade of brown
When you come closer, you see the blush on his cheeks, his ears growing redder and redder
"Not a word to my brothers!" he warns, pointing his finger at you
"What do I get in return?" you ask and clasp your hands in front of your body, a shit-eating grin on your face pun intended
He looks around helplessly, trying to come up with something to keep you from running off to tell everyone about this mishap
He just huffs in defeat, shoulders slacking "I'll do whatever you want, just don't tell them."
You don't know why, but seeing him at your mercy like this makes you feel bolder than usual
"Kiss me." It's a short and sweet proposal.
You can see in his face that he's expected anything but this, because manz GASPS and is frozen in place
He's been crushing on you for quite some time, and the two of you certainly shared a cheeky bond, constantly teasing each other in a loving way, but kissing you???
He's at a loss for words and just stares at you in disbelief, mouth opening and closing in an attempt to reply but failing miserably
You've never seen him so flustered when he usually has a snarky comeback for every situation. He's so cute.
You carefully take a few steps closer to him until you're a few centimetres apart and look up at him with a timid smile, waiting for his reaction. And he gazes into your eyes with a newfound vulnerability that makes your heart beat a lot faster than it already does
And when he finally makes up his mind and decides to go for it, the sun has set
His lips hover over yours before softly laying themselves upon yours like a secret in the dark, only to be whispered aloud in your presence
Amras
"Telvo, I'm really tired, how much longer do we have to walk?" you ask, the ache in your feet is almost unbearable at this point
He came into your room this morning, asking you to accompany him on his quest to find mushrooms to try an old recipe for a stew he had found in the library
You don't know how many times he's already come knocking at your door demanding your help for the most trivial things, but you comply every time, you just can't help it. Some of your best adventures are made with him
So there you are, wandering along the path leading back to your home, your apron full of mushrooms of all kind, Telvo walking in front of you with that bounce in his step indicating his good mood
"We're almost there, look!" He points towards the house on the edge of the valley you're passing through, although it's a bit too far for your liking
You groan, stumbling over a root sticking out from beneath you and having the mushrooms tumble all over the ground
"Oh no..." you sigh, looking up at your companion who's surprised at your exhaustion
"Are you alright? I'm sorry if I made you walk too much!" He stammers, crouching to pick up the mushrooms and put them back into your apron, which you had folded into a makeshift bag
Once they're all in there, he turns his back to you and gestures for you to hop on, which you do gladly
"Y/N, Y/N, you're spending too much time indoors. Look at how exhausted you are!" he snickers and resumes his trip towards your house. You just snuggle into his shoulder and blow into his ear
"Not everyone can run around in the forest all day, you know?" to which he just shakes his head and laughs
Once you're inside, you begin to prepare the stew, bickering and joking around all the while
"Eru, hopefully this will taste good. Where did you even find that recipe?"
He tells you about a collection of old, dusty books hidden away in his father's library. Some traveller had devised this recipe a long time ago. It's said to warm you from within with its unique taste. You could listen to his rambling for hours. He's always had a talent for discovering the most random things and taking them straight to you, his partner in crime and you wouldn't have it any other way.
Once the stew is done, you dig in, and who would have thought? A blissful warmth spreads throughout your bodies, caressing your bellies and putting satisfied smiles onto your faces
"Told you it was gonna taste good," he mumbles and winks, beckoning you to come and sit next to him so you could enjoy the incoming food coma together
He really is full of peculiar ideas, your beloved redhead
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Silm Headcanon:
Battle braids were common amongst the Noldor when they first arrived in Beleriand. The tradition of braids had transitioned from Valinorian family, friendship or marriage braids into ones for battle. New styles were invented and quickly spread across the Noldorian community.
The length, placement, thickness and beads that were added or not added told stories of survival and hardship throughout time.
The most common ones were the following:
First battle braids, a simple three strand braid with a black bead marking that an elf had spilled their first black blood.
Partaker braids, for different big battles that simply marked a soldier as having been apart of said fight.
Fealty braids, openly showing who one’s loyalty lies with.
And at last survivors braids, these were worn by those who survived any type of imprisonment by dark creatures, there was also a more complicated version of this braid for former thralls of Angband.
There were also very rare braids which brought the wearer great respect and honor if an elven warrior wore said braid in their hair.
One of the rarest and most admired was the braid marking the survival of an encounter with Sauron, which on its own was feat enough.
It was a complicated four too five thread braid with multiple smaller or larger beads depending on the length or severity of the meeting.
Another was the one worn by Balrog slayers. This braid however only really surfaced after the first age when Glorfindel returned from Valinor since there were no surviving Balrog slayers to wear it.
One of the few braids that stayed the same from Valinor to Beleriand was the braid of the High King. Having only ever been worn by Finwë, Fëanor, Maedhros, Fingolfin, Fingon and Turgon.
Gil-Galad did not continue this tradition due to his decent from the house of Finarfin who‘s braiding traditions, just as many other elven houses, had faded over the years.
But since braids were mainly worn by the first to arrive in Beleriand after the flight of the Noldor, therefore fëanorians and their loyalists over time battle braids became a symbol of their house which quickly resulted and a fast decline of elven battle braids being seen on daily basis.
After the second and third kinslaying they had nearly completely disappeared in all but those still loyal to the remaining two son‘s of Fëanor and the son‘s themselves.
There were also unique braid, only ever worn by one person.
One of those was Maedhros‘ side braid.
A simple but elegant side braid on his left with no beads or pearls or any decorations whatsoever.
He wore it always after his rescue from the cliffs of Thangorodrim.
This braid was neatly kept, closly against his skull and tightly braided.
The braid of Maedhros became a symbol for the Lord of Himring and only ever associated with him and his qualities.
His formidable talent as a warlord, his unchallenged title as the greatest and fiercest swordsman of Beleriand, his fëanorian heritage and his standing as leader of the followers of house Fëanor.
The orcs, goblins, werewolves and evil men began to fear the braid of the red haired elf and his name became even more devastating to them than it already was.
After Maedhros died none dared ever wear his braid, for it stood for a fury no one dared claim as their own.
The centuries went by and braids got fewer and fewer. The second age was nearly at its end and the war against Sauron in full go.
But then came the day on which Sauron’s forces marched with Celebrimbor‘s dead body used as a flag.
And the infamous fury of the Lord of Himring was set ablaze in another, one who deemed himself close to the deceased elf to this day.
Elrond.
When he saw his beloved cousin’s body, defaced and dishonored that fire his foster father had carried was lit within him, and something snapped.
The next day the entire army was in shock and disbelief as their King‘s herald walked onto the battlefield wearing said infamous side braid, paired with a set of armor made by Celebrimbor, and an ear cuff also known for having once belonged to Maedhros.
That day the orcs of Sauron learned to fear the fury of the half elf, for they had already forgotten what true Noldorian spirit was. Elrond cut them down one by one, killing hundreds of orcs by himself and struck terror into the hearts of his enemies as they watched their companions fall to his blade.
Elrond didn’t stop until nearly all orcs were either dead or had fled from his wrath.
Then he went to find his cousins body. He freed him from the wooden pole he had been bound to and carried him away. Far off into nature, away from Lindon and Eregion, far away from all they once knew and laid him to rest in a peaceful spot where many flowers grew and old trees surrounded them.
To this day Lord Elrond visits his cousin often, for his final resting place is no far from Imladris, and to this day he wears the braid once associated with Maedhros, and he would do so until his arrival in Valinor.
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Do you think for a moment, before the Silmarils burned, that Maedhros and Maglor felt like they were home?
That light was the light of Aman, all that was left of the Two Trees (aside from the distant sun and moon). It was the same light that they had seen their father shape into gems when they were young. I sometimes forget that there was a time when the Silmarils really were theirs, when they didn’t burn their hands at the touch, when Fëanor wore them openly about and let his sons behold them too.
And then, all these years later, when they were finally in possession of their father’s gems, their eyes were filled once more with the same light that had illuminated Valinor before its darkening.
Do you think, for a moment, they felt like they were home?
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The Noldor needed to return to Middle Earth.
This is a long one, so I put it under a Read More thing.
I was looking into the Doom of the Noldor, and why the Valar weren't interested in going after Morgoth after he murdered a guy, and I came across the rather reasonable argument that the Valar could only defeat Morgoth after he put a great deal of his influence into Arda, kind of like a giant One Ring, which would weaken him. Which is all fine and good, I guess.
(Not sure why they couldn't just do what they did in the War of the Powers and evacuate everyone out of Beleriand before sending Tulkas in, as that would be far more responsible than what they actually ended up doing, but I digress.)
So that's it then. The Valar plan to just sit around Valinor, chilling, while Morgoth essentially runs around Beleriand with a can of gasoline and a match. And, based off what I've read, it sounds like they were really just kind of doing nothing until Eärendil and Elwing showed up to buy protection. Or it does take three years to sail from southwest Beleriand to the Bay of Eldamar. (It took Eärendil eight total, and four of them were after Elwing showed up, and it is a long journey; there's a reason the Noldor went as far north as they could in Aman before attempting to sail.)
Here's a map for reference. Credit to Karen Wynn Fonstadt. The Helcaraxë is so tiny!
Anyway, I'm going to give those who stayed in Valinor the benefit of the doubt and assume they spent 5 and a half centuries preparing for war.
(Even though the Noldor were plenty ready for it when they left, considering they annihilated Morgoth's army. Yeah, Fëanor died, but who could expect fire demons of nightmares to show up randomly?)
Sorry. I keep getting into tangents. The Valinorians prepare, get a signal from ... something, and sail across Belaegar to destroy Morgoth and save the Men, Elves, and Dwarves. Happy ever after, and the Flight of the Noldor was completely useless and pointless.
Except it wasn't.
Sure, most of that plan would've still worked as intended, except for the "save Men, Elves, and Dwarves" part. Beleriand would have been an utter wasteland by the time they got there without the Noldor's intervention. Morgoth might have conquered even more. Imagine if he got to Cuiviénen, the far south of Harad, even Hildórien.
"That's impossible, dfwbwfbbwfbwf. Even Morgoth couldn't have mustered up the strength to do that."
But is it impossible? Who would have been there to stop him?
Círdan's Falathrim were nearly exterminated, saved only due to Fëanor's intervention. Denethor died because Fëanor was too late. (By how much, it's unclear, but it happened the same Valerian Year, so maybe a few Sun Years. If Olwë had helped, and Uinen not slowed the Noldor, and Ulmo provided a way across, perhaps Denethor would have lived. But I suppose we'll never know.) Melian guarded Doriath with her Girdle, but Þingollo never sent anyone out to engage with Morgoth; he couldn't, because Doriath didn't stand a snowball's chance in Mordor. What Sindar and Nandor were trapped outside the Girdle were certainly no match for Morgoth's forces. I wouldn't be surprised if Morgoth conquered the entire continent (again, save Doriath, but Doriath is about as concerning to him as a mosquito bite) before Iþil rose for the first time. After all, it took him about 19-20 years to take over half the land, and he had about 27 to take the other half.
I don't imagine Morgoth would go after the Khazad, and I don't see the Khazad going after Morgoth. They'd close their doors to all, and Morgoth wouldn't have to worry about them.
Morgoth would still venture east and corrupt the newly awoken Men, and I think some would repent and travel west to become the Edain, but they would either remain in Middle Earth, or be destroyed and/or corrupted upon reaching Beleriand. There would be no Finrod to greet them, no Dorthonion or Brethil or Dor-Lómin for them to settle and thrive in. There would be no Beren, Dior, Elwing. There would be no Hador, Galdor, Huor, Tuor, Eärendil. No Elrond or Elros.
Morgoth would continue south and east. The Nandor and Avari would likely fall - I think the Silvans would be destroyed or subjugated first, as they probably have a smaller population. And with each civilization Morgoth conquers, he has more potential orcs.
I do think Morgoth would still develop his dragons. He's a reptile dad imo.
By the time the Valinorians arrive in this timeline, there's nothing TO save. Even if they manage to defeat Morgoth, it would take longer. More lives lost. More land sunk.
Do I think the Noldor were the only reason this didn't happen? No, but they were a very big one. Their first attack in the Dagor-nuin-Giliath decimated Morgoth's army, something that took him four and a half centuries to build up enough to fight with again. They guarded Beleriand against the northern menace. They made the continent a safe place for Elf, Man, and Dwarf to thrive, something the "King of Beleriand" couldn't accomplish, and the "King of Elves" Ingwë and "King of Arda" Manwë refused to try.
Do I think the original argument of the Valar waging a war of attrition against Morgoth makes sense? Yes. Do I think their plan would have worked? Depends how you define "worked" - they would have defeated Morgoth, but the cost would be too great. This is why Fëanáro was born: to save Beleriand. And even though he was only on the continent for a short time, he did just that. The Valar should have helped him, but they were, at best, foolish, at worst cowards.
Remember to thank a Fëanárion for your existence today.
... No one is going to read this, and if you did, you're insane. But I guess I'm insane for writing it. Have a cookie and milk. 🍪🥛
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Ok a lil hc for why Curufin is so close to Fëanor and why the twins went to Beleriand.
So idk how many of you have seen twin pregnancies, and no doubt many of you will know more than me. But the ones I have seen were *exhausting* for the mother. Constantly tired, unable to do a whole lot, usually in some kind of pain be it back, ribs from the kicking babies, legs, hips, you name it. Not to mention the nausea. Nerdanel would have been absolutely shattered for most of her pregnancy, but by this point Fëanor is confident enough (has been reassured by Nerdanel over the last five pregnancies) that he’s ok leaving her to her own devices.
What this means though is Nerdanel doesn’t have a lot of energy to spare looking after her other children. Caranthir is old enough to happily stick with his brothers or sit with his embroidery, but little Curvo is around 5/6 equivalent and is very attached to his parents. Nerdanel suddenly not being able to do much creates a distance, neither of their faults, in which Fëanor steps in. This time spent with his father shapes Curufin’s interests and personality to make him embody his mother name. Atarinkë indeed, in more than just looks.
Now this temporary distance that should’ve started to close by the time Ambarussa were two or three is furthered because now is when Fëanor and Nerdanel start getting into arguments. At this point they’re small spats at most, nothing too serious, but Curufin who’s very attached to his now primary caregiver and distanced from the other, immediately takes Fëanor’s side. Again at this point both parents are still trying to get him close to his mother again, but it’s not going well and with how heated both parents get, it’s difficult to keep disagreements behind closed doors.
Then Curvo becomes a teen and it’s his father above all else. The time for change is passing, Fëanor and Nerdanel have started to spend days apart, days in which Maedhros and Maglor often take care of the twins so their mother can have a break, and Curufin sees this as another sign his mother isn’t worthy of their family. By the time we get to the banishment to Formenos, Curvo refuses to speak to Nerdanel, and whilst his brothers still send letters and occasionally go out to meet her, he burns the letters as soon as they come.
On a side note, the twins end up very very close to their oldest brothers because of this. It’s why they decide to go to Beleriand: their brothers, their primary caregivers, are all going. So they are too. They don’t know their mother well enough to stay.
Disclaimer: I adore Nerdanel and think she’s absolutely brilliant. You have to have some guts to not only marry Fëanaro Curufinwë, but then stick to your guns and refuse to follow him. And successfully wrangle seven very skilled, very opinionated sons. She’s the best and was no doubt an amazing mother, but the way things turned out just didn’t work in anyone’s favour.
Also to still be known as ‘the wise’ after marrying Fëanor and everything he did? Insane.
Fëanor was also a great father ok. At least until Morgoth really got in his head towards the end of their time in Aman. There’s a reason all his kids followed him to Beleriand.
#nerdanel#feanor#feanaro curufinwe#fëanorians#house of feanor#curufin#Curufinwë#atarinke#Maedhros#Maglor#Celegorm#Caranthir#Amrod#Amras#ambarussa#nerdanel the wise#silmarillion#tolkien#silm#silm headcanons
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Hi! Can you explain what really the power of foresight was with Faramir? I read the books earlier this year and I don't really quite understand it. He could predict the future? Like he would see it in his dreams? But how did he found out from Gollum that he was taking frodo and sam to cirith ungol and that he had committed murder before?
No problem, it's one of my favorite topics!
The concise explanation: I think Faramir's foresight/aftersight in terms of visions is a largely separate "power" from his ability to bring his strength of mind and will to bear on other people and animals, and to resist outside influence. The visions seem more a matter of broad sensitivity, something Faramir doesn't appear to have much if any control over. The second power is (in our terms) essentially a form of direct telepathy, limited in some ways but still very powerful, and I think this second ability is what Faramir is using with Gollum.
The really long version:
In my opinion, Faramir (or Denethor, Aragorn, etc) doesn't necessarily read thoughts like a book, particularly not with a mind as resistant as Gollum's. Faramir describes Gollum's mind in particular as dark and closed, it seems unusually so—
"There are locked doors and closed windows in your mind, and dark rooms behind them," said Faramir.
Still, Gollum is unable to entirely block Faramir's abilities. In LOTR, it does not seem that Gollum can fully block powerful mental abilities such as Faramir's, though his toughness and hostility does limit what Faramir can see. (Unfinished Tales, incidentally, suggests iirc that Denethor's combination of "great mental powers" and his right to use the Anor-stone allowed him to telepathically get the better of Saruman through their palantíri, a similar but greater feat.) I imagine that this is roughly similar to, but scaled down from, Galadriel's telepathic inquiries of even someone as reluctant to have her in his mind as Boromir, given that Faramir is able to still see some things in Gollum's mind, if with more difficulty than usual.
(WRT Boromir ... ngl, if I was the human buffer between Denethor and Faramir, I would also not be thrilled about sudden telepathic intrusions from basically anyone, much less someone I had little reason to trust.)
Disclaimer: a few years after LOTR's publication, Tolkien tried to systematize how this vague mystical telepathy stuff really works. One idea he had among many, iirc, was that no unwilling person's mind could be "read" the ways that Gollum's is throughout LOTR. IMO that can't really be reconciled w/ numerous significant interactions in LOTR where resistance to mental intrusion or domination is clearly variable between individuals and affected by personal qualities like strength of will, basic resilience, the effort put into opposition, supernatural powers, etc. And these attempts at resistance are unsuccessful or only partially successful on many occasions in LOTR (the Mouth of Sauron, for one example, is a Númenórean sorcerer in the book who can't really contend with Aragorn on a telepathic level). So I, personally, tend to avoid using the terminology and rationales from that later systematized explanation when discussing LOTR. And in general, I think Tolkien's later attempts to convert the mystical, mysterious wonder of Middle-earth into something more "hard magic" or even scientific was a failed idea on a par with Teleporno. Others differ!
In any case, when Gollum "unwillingly" looks at Faramir while being questioned, the creepy light drains from his eyes and he shrinks back while Faramir concludes he's being honest on that specific occasion. Gollum experiences physical pain when he does try to lie to Faramir—
"It is called Cirith Ungol." Gollum hissed sharply and began muttering to himself. "Is not that its name?" said Faramir turning to him. "No!" said Gollum, and then he squealed, as if something had stabbed him.
I don't think this is a deliberate punishment from Faramir—that wouldn't be like him at all—and I don't think it's the Ring, but simply a natural consequence of what Faramir is. Later, Gandalf says of Faramir's father:
"He can perceive, if he bends his will thither, much of what is passing in the minds of men ... It is difficult to deceive him, and dangerous to try."
So, IMO, Faramir's quick realization that Gollum is a murderer doesn't come from any vision of the future or past involving Gollum—that is, it's not a deduction from some event he's seen. Faramir does not literally foresee Gollum's trick at Cirith Ungol. His warning would be more specific in that case, I think. What he sees seems to be less detailed but more direct and, well, mystical. Faramir likely doesn't know who exactly Gollum murdered or why or what any of the circumstances were. Rather, Gollum's murderousness and malice are visible conditions of his soul to Faramir's sight. Faramir doesn't foresee the particulars of Gollum's betrayal—but he can see in Gollum's mind that he is keeping something back. Faramir says of Gollum:
"I do not think you are holden to go to Cirith Ungol, of which he has told you less than he knows. That much I perceived clearly in his mind."
Meanwhile, in a letter written shortly before the publication of LOTR, Tolkien said of Faramir's ancestors:
They became thus in appearance, and even in powers of mind, hardly distinguishable from the Elves
So these abilities aren't that strange in that context. Faramir by chance (or "chance") is, like his father, almost purely an ancient Númenórean type despite living millennia after the destruction of Númenor (that destruction is the main reason "Númenóreanness" is fading throughout the age Faramir lives in). Even less ultra-Númenórean members of Denethor's family are still consistently inheriting characteristics from their distant ancestor Elros, Elrond's brother, while Faramir and Denethor independently strike Sam and Pippin as peculiarly akin to Gandalf, a literal Maia like their ancestress Melian:
“Ah well, sir,” said Sam, “you [Faramir] said my master had an elvish air; and that was good and true. But I can say this: you have an air too, sir, that reminds me of, of—well, Gandalf, of wizards.”
He [Denethor] turned his dark eyes on Gandalf, and now Pippin saw a likeness between the two, and he felt the strain between them, almost as if he saw a line of smouldering fire drawn from eye to eye, that might suddenly burst into flame.
Meanwhile, Faramir's mother's family is believed to be part Elvish, a belief immediately confirmed when Legolas meets Faramir's maternal uncle:
At length they came to the Prince Imrahil, and Legolas looked at him and bowed low; for he saw that here indeed was one who had elven-blood in his veins. "Hail, lord!" he [Legolas] said. "It is long since the people of Nimrodel left the woodlands of Lórien, and yet still one may see that not all sailed from Amroth’s haven west over water."
In addition to that, Faramir's men believe he's under some specific personal blessing or charm as well as the Númenórean/Elvish/Maia throwback qualities. It's also mentioned by different groups of soldiers that Faramir can exercise some power of command over animals as well as people. Beregond describes Faramir getting his horse to run towards five Nazgûl in real time:
"They will make the Gate. No! the horses are running mad. Look! the men are thrown; they are running on foot. No, one is still up, but he rides back to the others. That will be the Captain [Faramir]: he can master both beasts and men."
Then, during the later retreat of Faramir's men across the Pelennor:
At last, less than a mile from the City, a more ordered mass of men came into view, marching not running, still holding together. The watchers held their breath. "Faramir must be there," they said. "He can govern man and beast."
Tolkien said of the ancient Númenóreans:
But nearly all women could ride horses, treating them honourably, and housing them more nobly than any other of their domestic animals. The stables of a great man were often as large and as fair to look upon as his own house. Both men and women rode horses for pleasure … and in ceremony of state both men and women of rank, even queens, would ride, on horseback amid their escorts or retinues … The Númenóreans trained their horses to hear and understand calls (by voice or whistling) from great distances; and also, where there was great love between men or women and their favorite steeds, they could (or so it is said in ancient tales) summon them at need by their thought alone. So it was also with their dogs.
Likely the same Númenórean abilities were used for evil by Queen Berúthiel against her cats. In an interview with Daphne Castell, Tolkien said:
She [Berúthiel] was one of these people who loathe cats, but cats will jump on them and follow them about—you know how sometimes they pursue people who hate them? I have a friend like that. I’m afraid she took to torturing them for amusement, but she kept some and used them—trained them to go on evil errands by night, to spy on her enemies or terrify them.
The more formal version of the Berúthiel lore recurs in Unfinished Tales:
She had nine black cats and one white, her slaves, with whom she conversed, or read their memories, setting them to discover all the dark secrets of Gondor, so that she knew those things "that men wish most to keep hidden," setting the white cat to spy upon the black, and tormenting them.
Faramir, by contrast, has a strong aversion to harming/killing animals for any reason other than genuine need, but apparently quite similar basic abilities. He typically uses these abilities to try to compassionately understand other people or gather necessary information, rather than for domination or provoking fear. Even so, Faramir does seem to use his mental powers pretty much all the time with no attempt to conceal what he's doing—he says some pretty outlandish things to Frodo and Sam as if they're very ordinary, but it doesn't seem that most people he knows can do all these things. This stuff is ordinary to him because it flows out of his fundamental being, not because it's common.
It's not clear how much fine control he has, interestingly. This is more headcanon perhaps, but I don't feel like it's completely under his control, even while it's much more controlled than things like Faramir's vision of Boromir's funeral boat, his frequent, repeated dreams of Númenor's destruction, the Ring riddle dream he received multiple times, or even his suspiciously specific "guess" of what passed between Galadriel and Boromir in Lothlórien. Yet his more everyday mental powers do seem to involve some measure of deliberate effort in a lot of the instances we see, given the differing degrees of difficulty and strain we see with the powers he and Denethor exhibit more frequently and consistently.
This is is also interesting wrt Éowyn, because Tolkien describes Faramir's perception of her as "clear sight" (which I suspect is just Tolkien's preferred parlance for "clairvoyance"). Faramir perceives a lot more of what's going on with Éowyn than I think he had materially observable evidence for—but does not see everything that's going on with her by any means. He seems to understand basically everything about her feelings for Aragorn, more than Éowyn herself does, but does not know if she loves him [Faramir].
I'm guessing that it's more difficult to "see" this way when it's directly personal (one of the tragedies of his and Denethor's relationship is that their shared mental powers do not enable either to realize how much they love each other). But it also doesn't seem like he's trying to overcome Éowyn's mental resistance the way he was with Gollum, and possibly Frodo and Sam—he does handle it a bit differently when it's not a matter of critical military urgency. With Éowyn, he sees what his abilities make clear to him, is interested enough to seek out Merry (and also perceive more than Merry says, because Faramir has never been a normal person one day in his life) but doesn't seem to really push either of them.
So I tend to imagine that with someone like Faramir, Denethor, Aragorn etc, we're usually seeing a relatively passive, natural form of low-grade telepathy that simply derives from their fundamental nature and personalities (as we see in Faramir with Éowyn, possibly Faramir with Aragorn). That can be kicked up to more powerful, forceful telepathy via active exertion of the will (as described by Gandalf wrt Denethor's ability to "bend[] his will thither" to see what passes in others' minds, and seen with Faramir vs Gollum, Aragorn vs the Mouth of Sauron, more subtly Faramir vs Denethor). At a high point of strain this can be done very aggressively or defensively (Denethor vs Gandalf, Denethor vs Saruman, Denethor vs Sauron seriously is there a Maia that man won't fight, Faramir vs the Black Breath given his completely unique symptoms that Aragorn attributes to his "staunch will", possibly Aragorn vs the Black Breath in a healing capacity...).
Anyway, I hope these massive walls of text are helpful or interesting! Thanks for the ask :)
#honestly hilarious that first age men straight-up lie to the fëanorians and nobody has any idea#gollum says a one-word falsehood to faramir and starts screaming. some people are just made different i guess#(more seriously i think these abilities are so different between lotr and the silm because of narrative structure and functions#faramir and denethor aren't insignificant but are placed in such a way that their abilities support lotr's structural integrity#rather than breaking the logic of the story the way really-good-at-telepathy fëanorians would#...hence the awkwardness of finding something for galadriel and celeborn to be doing lmao. the real problem children of tolkien lore!#aragorn /is/ central enough to cause problems but his abilities are less specifically focused on telepathy so it works#i bet random citizens of pelargir felt that berúthiel's very faramir-ish abilities were absolutely OP though#...justice for gondorian cats honestly. i know tolkien was weird about feline life but i choose to believe faramir is a friend to cats)#anghraine babbles#legendarium blogging#legendarium fanwank#anon replies#respuestas#faramir#jewel of the seashore#húrinionath#denethor#sméagol#lord of the rings#jrr tolkien#anghraine's meta#long post#the letters of jrr tolkien#nature of middle earth#berúthiel#anghraine's headcanons#éowyn
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seven capital sins as fëanorians :
maedhros - wrath
maglor - pride
celegorm - lust
caranthir - greed
curufin - envy
amrod - gluttony
amras - sloth
idk for me this fits 😭
#caranthir#maglor#maedhros#curufin#celebrimbor#celegorm#amrod#amras#amrod and amras#fëanorians#fëanor#silmarillion headcanon#silmarillion#silm#sons of feanor#tolkien#lotr#tolkien legendarium
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Fëanorians in Carnival
So as some of you may know today's carnival Saturday and I've been thinking about how the fëanorians would act on carnival cuz I have an agenda to run.
Miriel strikes me as a dancer, she'd go to different dances held at her neighborhood and probably met Finwë in one and teached him how to dance!
Fëanor would participate getting dressed up in costumes and such by request of his children and wife, probably.
Maedhros would drag everyone to the parades and such, I think he'd love the life fighting death motif of the garabato tbh
Maglor is a musician/dancer in a comparsa. He'd practice for months before the event and probably spend outrageous amounts of money on his costume. I imagine him as a cumbia singer/dancer and that's how he met his wife, like Miriel.
Celegorm is that little shit that smothers you with foam and cornstarch. Definitely.
Caranthir used to get dressed up as a kid but as an adult he'd stay home and fight the neighbors who party till 2am (mood)
Curufin gets dragged by tyelpe into all of this and is surprisingly super into making him costumes and seeing him when his school does the mini carnival (alongside all his brothers and father)
Amrod and Amras are those kids who get costumes and harass you for money on the street, probably. Also Celegorm buys them cornstarch so if you don't give them money they'll throw it at you
(Also would like to disclose I'm referring to the carnival in Colombia, my country! idk abt others like brazil's)
#Vicariously living through fictional characters cuz I'm not going anywhere this year#carnival#Fëanorians#Fëanor#Maedhros#Miriel#Maglor#Celegorm#Caranthir#Curufin#amrod and amras#silmarillion#silm headcanons#Rhys rants#Latino elves are a hc u can pry from my cold dead hands
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Who let a bored Cáno and Curvo collaborate again?
the contrabass saxophone is such an absurd instrument
#I turn everything Fëanárion#saxophone#flute#brass instrument#string instruments#music#musical instruments#tolkien legendarium#tolkien headcanons#tolkien crack#tolkien#Silmarillion#Fëanárions#Fëanorians#Curufinwë#Curufin#Macalaurë#Maglor#XD
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In the early ages of Valinor there was a festival celebrated by the Noldor. It was very secretive and secluded ceremony so that not many outsiders knew a lot about it.
It was called the starlight festival, a ceremony in celebration of their first guides. The stars.
The first elves were born underneath starlight and lived under it for many years, the stars were their guiding light for long, before they came to Valinor.
The tradition was started by Queen Míriel, who loved the stars most of all her people, for her own hair shone like them and made her feel a special connection to the lights in the night sky.
Traditionally the Noldor wore pure white gowns with detailed silver embroidery which where very light and easy to move in to make it easier to the dance.
The embroidery was personalized for every single elf, making every piece uniquely fitted and decorated to represent said elf.
It showed whatever represented them most and was often connected to their craft.
A mariner or fisher would wear some type of waves, a weaver string and needle, a smith, depending on his specialty, gems, jewelry or whatnot. Those who took to other physical labor would often wear their tools, modeled after the real thing.
Additional to the white robes a flower crown made of pure white flowers was worn atop the head or, if someone wished, braided into the hair.
The flowers used to make them were unique and shone like the light of the stars themselves. Of great beauty and with soft, silky petals. They came in all sizes so it wasn’t uncommon for someone to have dainty small ones and another large ones that came down into their face.
The festival happened under the first clear night of the year, all light would be put out so the stars could be seen particularly well and the Noldor would dance beneath the sky that first welcomed them into the world.
After Queen Míriel died the tradition was largely abandoned due to King Finwë being unable to handle the grief of being reminded of his late wife.
Years later during Fëanor‘s exile to Formenos he brought the starlight festival back to life, teaching his son‘s and wife the traditional dances, helping them design their robes and make their flower crowns.
After the flight of the Noldor the tradition was lost a second time. Thought the son‘s of Fëanor carried on with it the war made it as good as impossible.
As battle and bloodshed slowly took over Beleriand they took to making flower crowns out of paper if they could or had the time for it, if not they simply thought of it, remembering the peace and quiet of the near sacred night their people used to celebrate and longed for the flowing robes and soft crowns.
When Elrond and Elros were kidnapped from Sirion Maedhros made an effort of making sure they knew of this tradition, in fear that if Maglor and he died no one would remember it any longer, and their grandmother’s legacy would fade.
After Maedhros died and Maglor disappeared the world seemed to have forgotten about the starlight festival, the great joy of Queen Míriel of the Noldor, who‘s hair shone like the light of the sky and who loved the nightly glow above all others.
But if you visited Lindon in the second age, and were around at the right time, looking out your window at the correct moment, you might saw a figure, dancing on the rooftops of the elves city, dressed in white, with flowers atop their head and gaze turned towards the stars.
#the silmarillion#silmarillion#silm#silmarillion headcanon#lord of the rings#lotr#lotr headcanons#headcanon#noldor#miriel therinde#valinor#formenos#starlight festival#fëanor#sons of feanor#beleriand#amon ereb#kidnap fam#maedhros#maglor#elrond peredhel#elrond#elros tar minyatur#elros#lindon#feanorians#tolkien#fëanorians
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Fëanárions and Their Preferred Kit
I designed their heraldry here.
Fëanáro
Gambeson (on the longer side), mail hauberk, open face helmet (with red plume, of course)
One handed arming sword, single edged
Center grip round shield with his heraldry on it
Maitimo
Gambeson, mail hauberk, glove, full plate (he's "vulnerable" at close range) with a closed face helm; ring of copper like a crown on the helm
A sling
Long rapier (he's very tol) with an elegant but sturdy crossguard and a fuller
Kite shield (attaches to right forearm, and it can be removed by himself in case of emergency) with his heraldry on it
Macalaurë
Gambeson, mail, gloves, and open faced helmet
Flanged mace
Heater shield with his heraldry on it
White cape for the drama
Single edged blade, bastard sword length, curved slightly (helps with edge alignment), thin crossguard
Tyelcormo
Gambeson, mail, gloves, and green brigandine; sometimes he can be wrangled into wearing an open face helmet (he's very vain about his hair)
150lbs war bow, made of yew and his own hair (ew)
A beautiful bec de corbin! :D
A hand and a half sword, double edged, with a crossguard that curves toward the tip slightly
Carnistir
Gambeson, mail, breastplate, pauldrons, gorget, gloves, and close faced helmet
Indigo cape
Intricate two-handed falchion with a gold plated hilt
Haleth's spear
Curufinwë
Gambeson, gloves, pale yellow brigandine, and a closed face helmet
Warhammer with the head in the shape of the family star
Heater shield with his heraldry
Hand and a half single edged sword with a slight curve, a ricasso, a fuller, and a solid crossguard
Telperinquar
Gambeson, gloves, mail, full plate, and a closed face helmet (Curvo won't let him out otherwise)
Warhammer with the head in the shape of the family star
Kite shield with his heraldry
Longsword, double edged, with a ricasso, a double fuller, and a solid crossguard
Ambarto
Gambeson, gloves, and boiled leather cuirass, painted red
85lbs bow
Single edged shortsword, no crossguard
Ambarussa
Gambeson, gloves, and boiled leather cuirass, painted orange
85lbs bow
Single edged shortsword, no crossguard
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Someone was like Maedhros has Eldest Daughter Syndrome and honestly? He totally does. Like I’m thinking specifically the kind you get as the eldest daughter in a brown family. I say this as a younger sister of That Eldest Daughter TM from an Indian family
Like tell me Finwëan drama isn’t prime Indian Family Drama TM down to the brothers fighting over their father’s inheritance. Just what goes down in Aman woudk make the plot for one of those 1000+ episode series’ with all the dramatic camera flashes 💀
Anyway, Mae sits very well in the eldest granddaughter role.
Eldest son/nephew/grandson who balances all the complicated politics and low-key raises his siblings and cousins. Admired and held as a role model for them. But also overworked and too tired for all this. Probably the one who stands up to the fathers/uncles/grandparents on behalf of everyone but himself.
(That’s what Maglor, Fingon, and Finrod do as the collective Second Oldest.)
Also this whole situation with the crown and competition being because of the Dad’s Side is also a very Indian, and from what I hear an Asian/Arab, thing 😂
#coming from a large family I find it super fun to write Finwëan family dynamics#Mae and my eldest sister give a lot of the same vibes#she knows this and agrees 😂#Maedhros#maitimo#nelyafinwë#fëanor#Fingolfin#Finarfin#Finwë#house of finwe#house of Finwë#Maglor#fingon#Finrod#house of feanor#fëanorians#silmarillion#tolkien#silm#silm headcanons#seriously do I accent these names or not for tags 💀#Finwëan family dynamics
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I don't even think kinslaying really exists in non-Elven culture. Not the same way it does for Elves, anyway. (I don't even think it exists for the Avari and Nandor, but I won't get into that.)
Like, yes, killing close family - parents, siblings, nieces/nephews, aunts/uncles, close cousins - would be considered universal kinslaying, but Olwë and Fëanáro aren't related. Not in canon, anyway. I think Dwarves and Men would consider it murder, but not any special kind of murder.
Okay, slightly unhinged take, but I'd really like to see more of 'Dwarves are super confused what elves problem with the Feanorians is' actually.
Consider:
Gimli: So, they're father was a famed craftsman whose masterwork was stolen.
Legolas: Right.
Gimli: and he made them all swear a very famous and public oath to reclaim said masterworks.
Legolas: Right.
Gimli: and then a different group of elves recovered one, but rather than giving it back decided to keep it, despite knowing about the aforementioned oath.
Legolas: Right.
Gimli: and... the Feanorians are the bad guys for trying to reclaim the masterwork they swore to their dying father to reclaim.
Legolas: Right.
Gimli (trying so hard to be patient): Okay. Nope. Still not getting it. Let's take this from the top.
Like, do dwarves condone kinslaying? No. But on the other hand, I have to imagine they have a lot of sympathy for people trying to reclaim their stolen treasure.
#silmarillion#feanorians#fëanorians#tolkien#tolkien legendarium#tolkien headcanons#tolkien dwarves#tolkien elves#Tolkien humans
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guys, im making a list of fëanorian headcanons and i’ll post them here soon 😼
im also thinking about making another list, but with the ñolofinwëans and maybe with the children of finarfin too!!
#silmarillion#silm#fëanorians#sons of feanor#house of feanor#fingolfin#nolofinweans#house of fingolfin#house of finarfin#tolkien#silmarillion headcanon
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Just cause I think this would be cute for the Finwëans (because large extended family yanno.) Bear with me, this needs a little context.
In my culture we don’t call older siblings by their names. More than respect, we do it as a form of endearment. For example, the oldest sister is ‘Apama’
Apa - Sister (affectionate)
Ma - short form of mother (also affectionate)
Another example is ‘Apajaan’, jaan as a generic term of endearment. Usually used for people you’re close to. This also applies to older cousins, especially first cousins who get the next closest endearments. Or if you only have brothers or only have sisters, they’d take the ones available.
Eg. I don’t have any sisters but I have an older female first cousin. I’d call her Apama.
Or maybe I don’t have any older brothers, so I call my male first cousin ‘Bhaijaan’ (Bhai = brother)
SO I think it would be super cute if our resident Aman born elves with their hundred names, also had these terms for their older siblings. It would probably only be used if there’s a significant age gap, so Mae and Mags would call each other by their names, Celegorm, Caranthir, and Curufin all use each other’s names.
All of Fingon’s younger siblings call him by an endearment. Argon also uses one for Turgon and Aredhel.
All of Finrod’s siblings call him by an endearment. Aegnor and Angrod call each other by names. Galadriel doesn’t because she wants to be Different TM but it comes out in moments of high emotion. Orodreth (because I like adding him even if it was one mistake in the official stuff) calls everyone but Galadriel by one.
Ambarussa use a big sister endearment for Aredhel, since she’s so often hanging Celegorm and they see her the most. And an older cousin term for Galadriel.
The Nolofinwëans and Arafinwëans use endearments for their respective older cousins, and those of similar ages, but only those still somewhat close to the Fëanorions use any for them once they leave for Formenos.
The exception is Maedhros and potentially Maglor (depending when he was born) as the first grandchildren with a larger age gap to the rest of the family. Everyone has to call them by some term, even if it’s just out of respect. Fingolfin and Finarfin ensured this out of love for the eldest kids.
Onto Finwë’s kids.
Fëanor is oldest so it doesn’t really matter. He doesn’t particularly care if the others call him by his name or anything else.
All of Findis’ younger siblings call her by an endearment.
Fingolfin and Lalwen are pretty close in age so they call each other by names mostly (we have some more generic equal terms too.) Fingolfin probably used something for Fëanor until pride took over both brothers.
Finarfin is the baby of the family and generally a ball of sunshine until they throw the crown at him. He calls everyone by something, including Fëanor because let’s face it. He’s probably old enough to be Finarfin’s dad by the time he’s born 😂
Now the interesting thing would be seeing how these relationships dissolve over time, and when they lose these terms of respect or endearment. When the younger members start calling their siblings or cousins by their names instead. Because I don’t think it would change just because of a new language.
Most of them start calling Maedhros by his name only after the first kinslaying and Helcaraxë. Some of them return to calling him by an honorific when they see what Morgoth did to him and he gives up the crown to keep peace.
They all stop calling the rest of the Fëanorions anything but their names though. The exceptions are Fingon (who only used one for Maglor other than Mae, and that was more out of general affection than because he was older) and Finrod.
Finrod has one for Celegorm as well (he is in fact a bit younger) which he uses until the Nargothrond situation because listen. I sincerely doubt Finrod would’ve just let Celegorm and Curufin in freely if he didn’t have a good relationship with them.
Turgon starts calling Fingon by name sometimes after losing Elenwë. He doesn’t know why, he shouldn’t be angry at his brother… but he doesn’t have anywhere else to take out his fury. Fingon’s heartbroken, but he understands.
No one calls Turgon anything but his name after his disappears. Ironically enough Turgon starts calling Maedhros and Fingon by theirs again once he moves away.
Depending on their mood, the twins do or don’t call Aredhel by hers. They don’t blame her exactly, but it hurts that she’s gone. Then again, it’s not like they don’t deserve it after the boats. The younger Arafinwëans are a little less forgiving.
All the younger Fëanorions and Nolofinwëans call Angrod by name after the ban on Quenya. Some of them do the same to Finrod.
Galadriel completely stops using any and all terms after deciding to stay in Doriath. Catching herself even in those high emotion situations where it would sometimes come out. No one’s really surprised but it does hurt her brothers and Nolofinwëan cousins. She regrets this in the Second and especially Third Ages, and exclusively uses endearments when talking about them to keep some connection to her lost family.
Meanwhile on a faraway shore, Finarfin alternates between cursing his brothers and sisters’ names, and crying alone under still unfamiliar moonlight, calling for them in every term of endearment he can think of. They never answer.
…I’m sorry, this got kinda angsty towards the end 😂
Feel free to ask if you have any questions!
#back on my Finwëans have the elf equivalent of Brown Family Drama agenda#nothing more telling than when someone starts using exclusively your name#highest form of direspect right there (like fr)#Finwëan family dynamics#feanorians#nolofinweans#arafinweans#house of feanor#house of fingolfin#house of Finarfin#Maedhros#Maglor#Celegorm#Curufin#ambarussa#Fingon#Turgon#Aredhel#Finrod#angrod#Galadriel#Artanis#Finarfin#house of finwe#silmarillion#tolkien#silm#silm headcanons#fëanorians#if there’s an actual word for this rather than ‘endearment’ please let me know
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