#feanor and his shenanigans

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The Brightest Idea

I'm so excited to reveal my second artwork for @tolkienrsb 2024.

〔´∇｀〕

Stay tuned for the upcoming story written by the wonderful @thesummerestsolstice!, which will be available on the 6th of September.

I am delighted by the direction of the story they came up with, and I can’t wait for you to read it!

[likesdoodling]

So y'see, I forgot Orodreth existed up until I had kind of finished this thing, so in case you're curious, here's the original-

Guess who just connected the dots on who was who in a certain series?

So first time through I was like, Galadriel has a brother? (this was me 'pre silmarillion knowledge power up') and I was scrolling through random lotr and rings of power memes the other day (as you do, some of the stuff out there is Hilarious~ gotta get inspiration from somewhere, y'know?) and I was looking at this guy.... And going... 'Wait a minute. Galadriel's brother... Don't tell me... This is.. FINROD?!

*pauses to recalibrate~

:0:0:0

Now. Let me make one thing clear. I actually do like the Rings of power series (if you think of it like, 'someone got a huge budget for their fanfic!' then it's pretty cool/funny - especially if you watch it with fellow Tolkien fans, cause then you can be mock outraged in company~)

But. Finrod. 'killed a werewolf with his bare hands' Felagund. Deserved better. *wipes away imaginary tear~

Honestly I don't really care about the characterisation too much- it was the hair part that made me redirect my passion into making this. Like. My mental image of Finrod isn't necessarily a stern warrior type who is incredibly wise and would never say things like 'you gotta think positive! That's what makes ships float guys!' (wonder how well that worked crossing the Helcara- *ahem - moving on) but it does include long flowing golden locks. I... I just can't imagine him without the hair~

And thus this 'comparison' was born~

Also I thought drawing all the siblings teasing Galadriel (since she is the youngest sibling), would be funny.

:D

[chiliadicorum]

nah he didn't have kids

feanor didn't fuck, guys

[peasant-player]

Elven armor through the time's

Since I'm drawing Gil-galad In armor right know it got me thinking.

First of all movie armor is stupid.

With so many weak spot open one might think the elves want their high king death.

Anyway I couldn't sleep yesterday so I basically wrote a essay about elven armor- in my head. Like any sane person would do.

Elven armor made in Aman

It think it should be very pretty, heroic looking.

utterly useless in real combat and war. (Think fantasy armor for women)

Because feanor and his generation don't know War.

Something like this. So many openings.

Elven armor in middle earth before the fall of the trees.

Boiled leather (hardened leather),beautifully carved. filligran and light.

Bronze and Dwarven craft in between.

Reasons: Tin and copper (=bronze) is found very easily on the ground level.

Wood land elves would prefer lighter armor

Dwarven craft has horrendous prices- if you aren't Dwarven friend.

Elves in middle earth after the fall of the trees (noldors living there)

Still very heroic looking armor if you have a high enough position.

But all Practical and alot of heavy armor.

Steel, gamberson. Chainmail. The whole nine yards.

Reasons They are staying for war and orc arrows are no joke.

Gondolin and mitrill

This made me think hard.

We know that there is a chainmail shirt in child size. (Frodo and bilbo are tiny) That means there must had been an elven child wearing it once.

Probably a squire. Who then got unalived by trolls (or before and they just looted him).

Why I am conflicted with mitrill

Well hypothetical everyone could just fight in simple mitrill shirts.

But that wouldn't look good. (think very shiny onesie)

Mitrill is still a metal it would not be very breathable.

And wrapping it in clothes would be so-so. I think it would look good if one would drape some cloth over it so the shine looks like stars. Very fancy ,very elven.

So my take on Gondolin armor is

Gilded armor like this,but silver/white looking, for the lords and lady's +heralds of the houses.

for other warriors mitrill would be just used on the weaker points in normal armor like armpits neck, crotch.

You know all of the parts that gil-galads armor in ROP doesn't care about.

I think all helmets would be gilded with mitrill for the fancy look.

There should be differences in armor style like "bluing" or "tempering" the mitrill and other smiting shenanigans.

That would make some fancy and practical armor.

And I fully believe that mitrill is a very rare metal that either was just used in Gondolin or the dwarves mined it and made fancy jewelry out of it ?

I don't think that they made armor for themselves out of mitrill.??

But when somebody has more information about that topic or headcanons or anything please do not hesitate to write your own thoughts to me!!

Sorry for any spelling errors or weird sentences

[sakasakiii]

uncle nolo and little maedhros shenanigans is a concept that lives rent free in my head and i had the draft for this comic sitting in my head since november 🕺 it likely takes place a few years after nelyo was born before nolo married, and unlike arafinwe who leapt shamelessly into unclehood, he was a lot more reserved and hesitant to even interact with his nephew for fear of deepening feanor's distaste even more HHAHA

bonus in which nolo's fears are proven true:

the cute sparkle bg i used can be found on cartoon network's website !

[starsofarda]

Christmas with the Feanorians

I would like to thank @erendur for giving me enough rope for my shenanigans.

Tolkien, ILU but sometimes I need to take everything less seriously.

Of course TIS THE SEASON and I am in my transformation in a Christmas Elf, whilst my SO is becoming the Grinch.

Anyway, possible modern AU, the Feanorians and Christmas, stemming directly from this post.

So, we know how Feanor could be ©Extra™, but what would he be like during the Christmas holidays in a modern AU? Well, LOOK NO FURTHER.

I am basically copypasting my brainstorming session and expanding on it.

Unfortunately Feanor is a "go big or go home" guy when it comes to decorating for Xmas, figure the outside plastered in luminous deers, trees, elves, santas and all the works. You can spot his house from at least two miles afar. He will dress up as Santa*, show up with like all sorts of trinkets, hand-write "Santa's response letters" to his children. The inside of his house is cobered in holly decorations, Yule logs, xmas trees, xmas music all over the place. the guy is extra.

*or Father Christmas, your choice, regardless of who he dresses like he's gonna look like Jack Skellington from The Nightmare Before Christmas, he is very tall, very lanky and he's not gonna be a fat old man delivering gifts.

this also prompts several arguments over the xmas dinner with Fingolfin, cue Finarfin trying to be the peacemaker, all the "not in front of the kids", the "language" and all. In the meantime every single one of the kids, regardless of who's the father, is a different flavour of terror. Nerdanel is with her SILs and nieces, at a certain point Aredhel just starts a treasure hunt with Celegorm and his dog Huan. It's chaos. Maedhros is with Fingon and maybe Maglor, if Maglor and Finrod are not playing Guitar Hero. And so on. Also did someone mention "ugly sweaters"? Yep. All of them lovingly crafted by grandma Miriel (in this AU she is alive, just very divorced from Finwe, but alive). Grandma Indis supplies the wreaths. Grandpa Finwe is sitting by the porch and enjoying some eggnog.

All is good. Feanor and Fingolfin will keep arguing till the end of time. As it was pointed out, this definitely looks like National Lampoon's Christmas holiday.

Now, some clarifications.

THE ELVES They are indeed Feanor's apprentices dressed as Father Christmas's elves. They take turns. They are low key enjoying the attention. Speaking of. I rectify myself, it's not Santa, but Father Christmas and his assistant polar bear - reference to Tolkien's "Letters from Father Christmas". I know Tolkien would have hated it, but this is a modern au. Whatever floats my boat. As for the ugly jumpers: Ofc Feanor has the Silmarils surrounded by snowflakes, deers and red robins. His jumper is red. Maedhros has got a green one with winter gnomes and a "happy yuletide" in elegant lettering. Fingon has a blue one with an icy mountain and penguins with silver scarves and hats.

So. The apprentices don't really mind being hired as Christmas Elves, Feanor pays well and it's all fun and games. They basically get to be up to any shenanigans they can conjure up, because in Feanor's forge not only he is Extra, but his apprentices are the Least Chill on Arda. They will cause problems on purpose, only rule is "be nice to the children" and "don't damage property in a significant way", but everything else is game. They get to dress in fun outfits as a plus.

Miriel and Indis are both there, mostly ignoring Finwe and doting on their daughters in law.

As for the jumpers.

Grandma Miriel lovingly embroidered and knitted them all. Any bad look has been met by Feanor's death glare of "accept my beloved mother's gift or die painfully" and every year they are a must have, especially if the party is at Feanor's house.

So far this is what I have.

Ofc Feanor has the Silmarils surrounded by snowflakes, deers and red robins. His jumper is red. Maedhros has got a green one with winter gnomes and a "happy yuletide" in elegant lettering. Fingon has a blue one with an icy mountain and penguins with silver scarves and hats. Also if Mae has a green one with gnomes, then I envision Fingon with the same but in yellow/golden, but do feel free to envision whatever :p Celegorm has one with like a poodle with a christmas hat and scarf, the poodle looking very much like Huan. Maglor has one with like hollys and singing red robins. Caranthir has one with xmas trees all over. A&A have matching ones, both with snowmen wearing sunglasses and like a cheeky line. Curufin has one designed to show the jacket of a xmas elf and celebrimbor has one with the design of the ribbon of a xmas present.

There will be more as soon as I think of something else.

[batsyforyou]

Celegorm/Curufin/Celebrimbor/Feanor Sleep Headcanons

Pairing: Celegorm x reader, Curufin x reader, Celebrimbor x reader, Feanor x reader

Author’s Note: Blanket Series! 

The one thing that these four elves have in common is the amount of work they put in. 

They either go to bed late 

Or never

What's worse is that they all have the same family stare when they sleep. 

Each of their eyes glow and they stare straight ahead, kinda like the goa'uld with their glowing eyes but instead of the white of their eyes glowing, it's the iris.

Feanor passed it to Celegorm, and Feanor also passed it to Curufin who then passed it to Celebrimbor 

It's a family trait 

But between the four of them Celegorm and Celebrimbor are the most likely and willing to cuddle you and kiss you at night.

Between Celegorm and Celebrimbor though, Celebrimbor is way more romantic 

Verses Curufin and Feanor who kiss their forges goodnight and put it to bed before they ever see you

Though Celegorm is the first to go to bed out of all of them

Celegorm

Probably the easiest Feanorian to corral into bed 

If he’s busy at his desk and if you ask him to come to bed he’ll give you a half hearted wave and tell you to go to bed. But if you kiss his cheek and use the magic word (please) he’ll come join you. 

And I don’t want to give you the impression that he doesn’t care for his work and doesn’t take it seriously. He takes it very seriously. But he takes care of your happiness first. 

He’ll wrap himself around you and bury you in his arms and smooch you til his heart's content. 

Sometimes he’ll try to see if you're willing for more but most of the time he’ll leave his shenanigans for morning. 

He snores very softly and you normally don't hear it 

And because he so active during the day he doesn’t move at night 

And like I mentioned before he’s got his daddy’s stare 

Though his open eyed stare is bright. His eyes are like two active search lights from Gotham City (Batman) just piercing the dark. That or two up close nightlights. 

Overall Celegorm is an 7/10 sleep buddy

Curufin

Getting this one into bed is a fight in itself. 

He would come with you unless you’ve begged for like 30 minutes

Curufin is another elf that doesn’t know how to cuddle. He thinks you take up too much bed space but unlike Maeglin he has no problem telling you about it.

“Move over, your elbow is on my side.” 

He doesn’t really learn 

So the only way to get this one to cuddle is if you lay on top of him and press your nose into the crook of his neck. 

He just melts when you do and the silver tongue is to put to rest

He dreams pretty frequently. But it's sometimes like watching a cat dream he’ll just twitch every once and a while 

He doesn’t move and roll around and sleeps on his back 

And he never snores not once but on the few times he does the snore is really cute and you never let him live it down. 

Overall Curufin us a 7/10 sleep buddy

Celebrimbor 

Celebrimor is someone who loves to savor your touch 

He loves holding you close to him and burying his head into the crook of your neck to just breathe you in

He lives to hold you 

He lives to kiss you especially. 

And he will kiss your nose every night before bed and every morning when you wake up 

Is addicted to cuddles but is sometimes embarrassed about craving your soft touch.

So he won’t really tell you that he wants any. Instead he’ll invite you to him so it’ll come off as more of an offer and your idea then his.

When he’s really fixated on what he’s doing you have to drag him away from either the forges or his desk. 

When you're not around he can and will and has slept on his desk atop of his papers.

When in bed though he typically sleeps on his back with you using his arm as a pillow 

But he’s would love to sleep with you on his back while he slept on his stomach

It’d knock him right out 

Overall Celebrimbor is a 9/10 sleep buddy

Feanor

Huh? 

Who? 

Where? 

Good luck reigning this one in, he’s a nightmare to settle into bed

Feanor another one that doesn’t understand the definition of rest. He practically lives in the forges so you’ll have to find a way to persuade him to go to bed. Idk how but good luck soldier 

But ah *coughs* I’ll stay that acts of intimacy go a long way *cough cough*

When he does sleep, he sleeps on his side. He stares straight ahead with glowing eyes. His eyes glow the brightest out of the four but instead of it being a glow it's more a gentle lapping flame that flickers every once and a while.

Cuddles? If you're lucky. He’s mostly staring up at the ceiling thinking about all the cool projects that he could get up to. 

Mostly because it's like you're sleeping with a literal heater and he doesn’t want to sweat at night.

Overall Feanor is a 6/10 sleep buddy

Masterlist

[blueflipflops]

I desperately would love love LOVE to introduce Feanorians to a Quenyan version of Scrabble and watch them explode

I imagine that they'd make a bigger board to be able to fit 10-12 players and it would go on for days. With bickerings on the validity of words and with Moryo as the score keeper who can't quite keep his mouth shut and joins in on the bickering on wheter the word choice is "so fucking stupid, Tyelko. It should be banned on principle. What the fuck-". Each of the Feanorion just keeps on making up new rules especially after the Ambarussa makes up new words and argues for a whole hour and a half that it "totally counts as a word. Trust us, Nelyo-", that time Meadhros tried to pass a whole ass sentence as a "word", when Feanor took almost 12+ hours to think up an appropriate word to put down and etc.

Because come on guys. Ñoldor? "Those with great knowledge"? Feanor? The guy who created a whole ass writing system (the Tengwar)? His family? Who is just as intense and competitive as him? His step-siblings who would no doubt love an excuse to throw down without getting into trouble with the Valar or Finwë? Scrabble is THE BEST for Ñoldor Family Game Night(s).

I can just imagine Feanor playing scrabble with Finwë, Indis, Nolofinwë, Arafinwë, Írimë and Findis. Oh boyy. Findis is keeping score but everyone keeps trying to justify how they should have a higher score that word. Nolo and Feanor are shouting. Accusing each other for cheating. Ara made a throwaway joke once and suddenly BOTH his brothers are shouting at him. Indis saw the chaos and wanted to put away the game but was immediately stopped. Finwë is just happy to spend time with his family. Írimë is, in fact, the one who is cheating

Edit: More Feanorion shenanigans here! For part 2

Edit: And another! For part 3

Edit: Part 4!

[Edited to keep it to one post. Was too excited to post]

[lemoneyshipz]

hello hello and here is the the pirate! au from here that i cooked up so far:

melkor was a navy official turned rouge and already made a name for himself by the time he recruited mairon

he was careless and got caught( not the first time either) , his ship, Utumno, was lost in his capture and his crew scattered. he tried to sweet talk this little blacksmith into helping him escape, didn’t expect to get genuinely impressed by him and developing a crush👀.

mairon was a black smith for the navy army that no one took seriously until melkor came along. he ended up helping Melkor secure a second ship, Angband, as well as track down rest of the crew too.

mairon was the last to join the crew but rised up to the first mate position pretty quickly and everyone liked him enough

they were able to loot much more efficiently after mairon came along bc at least someone among them is finally making attack plans

mairon handles all the pawning and trading of the loots as well as keeping records, rationing, and supply managing too.

he seriously wonders how the crew made it this far without him

he’s like “im surrounded by idiots” but endearingly

Mairon’s best friend in the crew outside of melkor is thuringwethil

the feanorians are a noble family, melkor stole their prized family heirloom during his second jail break just for shits and giggles. Feanor demanded the court to do something, when he was rejected, the family seized a ship and went after captain morgoth themselves and are now also considered pirates by the court

id like to think they were forced to work together at some point much to the dismay of either crew. Melkor especially doesn’t like how the youngest of the feanorians is eyeing at his first mate.

seriously just give me ofmd style shenanigans

- - - - - - - - - angst below- - - - - - -

at last as they were surrounded by the navy army, Melkor commanded mairon to take their remaining crew and flea, as a final order from his captain.

on the far away shore watching the ship they once called home ablaze, one of the crew members asks “what will we do now, captain?” it took mairon a second to realize they were referring to him.

on the day of Melkor’s execution, mairon was in the audience in disguise.

Right before the floor board falls, Melkor’s gaze met with mairon’s. He smiles to him, and mairon had to look away, blinking away the tears as the crowd erupts in cheers

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honestly feel free to add on to this!! i might come back to add more to it too, and maybe i draw up some designs as well after my finals who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[tar-maitime]

no better love

Rating: G Characters: Maedhros | Maitimo, Fingon | Findekano Additional: modern AU, family, fun and shenanigans WC: .6k

For @russingonweek Day 7 - The Future Prompt - Transformation

The house was unrecognizable.

“I think,” Fingon said slowly, “that we might have made a slight tactical error in allowing Curufin and Turgon to collaborate on decorating for Gil’s birthday party.”

Maedhros, at his elbow, snorted. “You’re assuming that ‘allowing’ them entered into it at all. I couldn’t stop Curvo from getting involved and going all out, and you couldn’t stop Turgon, and we should probably just thank our lucky stars that an inventor and an interior designer with thwarted dreams of city planning didn’t do worse to the place.”

“And that they were too busy competing to kill each other,” Fingon agreed. He looked dubiously around him again. Perhaps he was just taking his long-overdue turn as the more practical of the two of them, but giving their house a (theoretically temporary) makeover into a startlingly lifelike replica of a medieval castle’s interior seemed a little over the top. Gil was turning six.

But he was still healing from the burns he’d gotten in the car crash, and so had been forbidden from doing anything for the party at all besides showing up, which had led to Turgon and Curufin getting involved...which had led to this.

“It might be a little bit my fault,” Maedhros confessed. I wouldn’t let Turno throw you a ‘welcome home’ bash when you got out of the hospital - I wanted to keep things quiet - so I think he poured all that energy into this. And then of course Curvo can never let anyone outdo him at anything.”

Fingon laughed, and reached out to pick up her hand and kiss it. “It’s all right, Russe. Both our families are a lot, but we knew that pretty much from the start, didn’t we?” 

She nodded ruefully.

And that was all the time they got to discuss it, because at that moment, the doorbell rang, announcing the advent of the first of a small sea of children dressed as knights and princesses, and their parents, and over the next half-hour, all the siblings and parents and uncles and cousins from all three corners of the family, until the house was packed to the gills. There were almost too many people to tell whether the house was decorated or not.

Fingon and Maedhros found each other again somewhere between presents and cake, and exchanged eloquent looks. “Next year,” Maedhros murmured, “neither of us will be injured or taking care of the other, and we’ll be paying attention when Gil asks if he can have a party with all his friends, and we’ll say no. Keep it just the three of us.”

Fingon nodded, even as he surveyed the chaos of the party. Gil was happily at the center of a ring of friends, paper crown completely askew, with Maglor’s foster twins pressed in at either elbow and Tyelpe trying to break up a nascent quarrel between Idril and Maeglin a few feet away. By contrast, no one was stopping Angrod and Caranthir’s argument, but at least they didn’t seem in danger of breaking anything - unlike Aredhel, Celegorm, Amrod, and Amras with whatever gymnastic showing-off they were attempting. Curufin looked like he was going to intervene to save his handiwork, though - one more thing covered.

Feanor, thankfully, was nowhere near either of his stepbrothers nor the toaster or any kitchen appliances. He was casting a contemplative eye over a couple of battery-powered toys Gil had received, but Fingon had reasonable confidence that he would either leave them alone or improve them in ways Gil would like. It was probably fine.

He glanced back at Maedhros. “I don’t know. We might at least have the family over, next year. It’d be too quiet otherwise.”

Maedhros snorted. “You’re impossible,” she informed him.

“And that’s why you love me,” Fingon bantered back. It still hadn’t gotten old, saying that.

“It is,” Maedhros admitted. “Among many other reasons, but yes.”

She punctuated it with a kiss, what Fingon had been angling for all along, and he settled in against her side to watch the controlled chaos of the party together until the next minor crisis.

[cilil]

Feanor and Mairon for the blorbo bingo!

Thanks so much for the ask!❤️

Fëanor:

All the violent things: It's Fëanor. But also: It's Fëanor. Can't help but love Mr. Feener The Angry Mini Melkor Garden Gnome.

The therapy part is self-explanatory🤣

~

Mairon:

What can I say. He's hot, he's evil, he's fun. If I had to choose a fave, it might be him.

While we don't use the S-word on this blog (for the most part), I will honor the fact that various people in Middle-earth basically call him "stinky bastard man" as is, so that's a given. The soggy toilet paper and subsequent blanket and hot soup are Númenor-related. The "why must things keep happening" refers to the fact that he keeps making God Himself come down from heaven to stop his shenanigans.

[scatteredlight1]

Why you should think before you act...

Silmarillion and Harry Potter crossover fic

Some of the elves in Valinor rope themselves into (or get roped into) shenanigans as a direct result of the magical shockwave (yes, the second one). Whether it ends well for Valinor or for the wizarding world is well… it’s a difficult thing to predict.

OR

Galadriel and Ereinion are bored; Elrond wants to let his inner mad scientist out; Fingolfin just wants to wallow alone for a while; Finarfin is in desperate need of a vacation and Feanor decides it’s time to break himself and his only blood-related grandson out of the Halls of Mandos.

Chapter 2 Posted - 6/10/24

[animatorweirdo]

Assigning mutuals with elf horses

(I was like... really bored then I remembered @lamemaster's post about elves reacting to our blogs, and I was slightly inspired. Sorry? I am not, so prepare for some chaos and hope you enjoy,)

Warnings: none really. It's just my opinion on how you all would do as horse owners in the horse au.

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@a-contemplation-upon-flowers

- Not just because he is your favorite in general, but Fingon just seems like your type of horse. 

- You would take tender care of him and your sunshine personality would go with his. 

- I feel like you would enjoy racing and taking calm walks through the woods. 

- And you would probably not get mad with his mischief, like stealing treats or playing a bit too hard with one of those giant balloons, which he ends up popping. 

- Honestly, you would probably be more mad at the balloon for popping itself and then go buy another balloon because you can't stand to see Fingon sad even if your wallet is already suffering from all the other expenses. 

@springfountain

- Well, my dear muffin friend. You're pretty sweet and creative with your writing, so I feel like you would go along with Galdor. 

- I feel like the leaf forehead-marked stallion would enjoy listening to you reading a story or two to him while you two lie under his favorite tree in the pasture.

- He might try stealing treats from you and give you puppy eyes, and you would be tempted to give him one of your chocolate chip cookies, but since chocolate is not good for horses -- you resist in anguish. 

- But it doesn't stop you from making special cookies with his favorite leaves in it. 

- You two would have a sweet bond and Galdor would always be ready to hear the next story from you. 

@edensrose

- I know you're solely fixated on the Ainur, but if you had a horse. I think it would be Aredhel. 

- You are genuinely pretty sweet, but once you get comfortable — all hell breaks loose. 

- You two would bring an equal amount of chaos to each other’s lives, and your relationship would be one of those love-hates like you find her a pain in the ass, but you can't live without her. She's technically your overgrown cat. 

- Like when you find her stealing food again and rolling in the mud, you would cuss her out, but if anyone else did that --- you would destroy them because only you are allowed to do that. 

- And the same goes for Aredhel. She would not accept anyone else than you as her rider. She cares for you but also has a great need to test your limits. She does get worried if she doesn’t see you half of the time. 

- Make sure not to let her join forces with Celegorm. He will join in her shenanigans and you will not get any peace with two annoying horses on your ass. 

- a little side note. you probably had a crush or two on the stable owners. just saying. 

@eunoiaastralwings

- If you had a horse. I think it would be… Finrod. 

- You two make a pretty sweet pair, and he brings a lot of silliness into your life. 

- He would probably do a lot of funny things just to make you laugh, and when he senses you’re feeling sad or stressed, he turns into the cuddliest bug and does anything to comfort you. 

- Like he won’t leave you alone till you at least crack a smile. 

- You two would give vibes like you two had been friends in a previous life. 

@lamemaster

- Nerdanel

- .........

- Do I even need to explain this?

- Like... you were cool with Feanor's owner that the two would make a couple of foals together, but when the two began to make surprises. You put a harsh stop to it after Nerdanel gave birth to the twins. 

- You would probably physically threaten Feanor to stay away from Nerdanel because you are not gonna risk your sweet mare's health. 

- You would also be one of the only ones, who doesn't fear him and be ready to fight him even if the giant racehorse could stomp you to death. 

[peasant-player]

Lost Tales and found Possibilities

Or

Legolas of Gondolin meeting Noldor Gimli the Gnome in his shop~

This came from @laisrinel and I liked the idea of a noldor gimli. So I kinda run with that.

I still stand on my opinion that feanor and his noldors would have got along great with the dwarves and it was kinda rude that none of the dwarves had a chance to go with the elve to valinor with orome. Such missed opportunities of fun smithing shenanigans.

I say that gimli looks really good and he was the only reason I finished this drawing.

It was cursed.

That was the third try!

I ripped one yesterday and then I spilled my soup everywhere just to find out ,after I made the whole line art again, that the new paper I use has this fun water color effect -that I did not wanted.

I made it work though for gimli. ❤️

Don't look at legolas. I'll draw him in the future again as a apology!

Btw I used glorfindels clothes for legolas and some maedhros clothes for gimli!

[symphonyofsilence]

The Sons of Fëanor: headcanons & hot takes: part 2: Maglor (Part1: Maedhros)

So apparently I can't be normal about this family. And this post, too is a very, very long-ass one.

So here we go:

There was always something tragic about him (something so magic about him). He was very emotionally intelligent and had great empathy. From his early childhood, he could sense his father's sorrow and fears. His grandfather's grief and codependency and the spot that would always remain empty in his life, he could also understand his grandmother's exhaustion and trauma and emptiness and how she was pressured by the man she loved even in death and eventually betrayed by him, his step-grandmother's sense of not belonging and never being enough and always living under Míriel's shadow, his aunt's and uncle's hurt at being again and again rejected by their brother and feeling ignored by their father. If an elf loved another elf and that love was not returned he would feel their pain. He would always put himself into others' shoes, and he would pour poetry into the void and he would turn pain into ballads and make meaning or meaningless beauty out of loss. He would even write tragic tales in his head for strangers. And he himself had the dissatisfaction and an inner battle of a perfectionist who knew things could always be better. His mind had more to offer the world and the world had more to offer him. Permanent dissatisfaction was built into him and that was tragic.

Most of the sons of Fëanor were both cocky and insecure. Being popular princes, pampered from the moment they were born, and each having their own specialties and being nearly the best in them boost their confidence. But also always living under Feanor's shadow knowing that they would never be as good as him made them insecure. Maedhros escaped this by being good at something Fëanor was not good at; being a politician. And he decided very early on that he did not have an interest in any smithy work. So not being as good as Fëanor at it was not a problem for him. Maglor didn't have any interest in smithy work or politics. So he didn't care about them. He didn't feel inferior to anyone. He knew he was the best at music, and this gave him confidence.

Despite not liking smithy work, he would go to his father's and grandfather's workshop and work beside them and his little brother, 'cause they seemed like they most enjoyed themselves there and Maglor thought that people were lovely when they were in their element and doing what they loved and glowed with the delight and energy of it. He also believed that he should show at least mild interest in the interest of his loved ones. Except when they had trash taste in music. He would not hesitate to disrespect their taste and he would NEVER listen to those kinds of music.

He was Mama's boy. He would play for her while she worked. Usually, when he wrote a new ballad he would sing it for her and she would give very helpful feedback.

He loved his dad and enjoyed a limited amount of time with him every day, but after that limited time, his dad would get quite overbearing. It was the same with almost all of his brothers.

Clearly, he was closest to Maedhros among his brothers. I explained my headcanons for their relationships here. I headcanon that Maglor was the good cop to Maedhros' bad cop when dealing with their little brothers' shenanigans, especially in Beleriand. I also think that Maedhros was his best friend. He had many acquaintances but very few true friends. Maybe people assumed that they were his friends but it was not mutual. His definition of 'friend' was much deeper. He felt like he could not be his true self with most people. He had to be a lot less deep than he was.

He disliked small talk and talking about trivial matters such as other people's lives and family dramas. So he disliked court and its tedious balls or councils or other things. But especially balls. He felt like people were most fake in the balls and he quickly recognized and vehemently disliked fakeness in people. He preferred to just play in balls but as a prince, he was mostly obliged to socialize. So he had to look polite and do small talk but usually, people got the feeling that he wanted to be anywhere but here and cut the conversation short. He was not good at faking and his smiles and polite conversations looked most forced.

Aside from Aredhel who was beloved by all the sons of Fëanor, among his cousins he was best fond of Finrod. He felt like he could easily talk to him and he would understand him. He had the soul of a poet and the deep thinking of one. He had his own beautiful outlook on life even if it wasn't always one with Maglor. Maglor liked to hear them and learn from them. He had kind eyes and the sweetest smiles and he was so nice and pure he couldn't be real. Maglor highly valued kindness. After them, he liked Fingon. The time he spent with Fingon was usually due to Maedhros and Fingon & Maglor were seldom alone but Fingon always brought energy and delight with him and had a great sense of humor, the wildest tales, and crazy ideas. He listened to Maglor's poems and tunes with great enthusiasm and always loved them and gave the kindest compliments. Even in Beleriand, he was a source of positivity and the very definition of "sunshine".

I've had some headcanons about Maglor's wife, but I read @dramatic-dolphin's headcanons about her & I loved it. So Headcanon accepted. (their version of his wife's personality was kinda similar to what I had in mind for Caranthir's wife. But I realized that it would be better for Maglor's dynamic with his wife so I kinda changed my headcanon for Caranthir's wife's personality.)

I think neither Maglor nor his wife liked the drama of the court. So they kinda separated themselves from everything and lived together somewhere away from the drama, until Fëanor was banished and Maglor thought that not siding with his father and going with him to banishment would look bad for Fëanor in the eyes of the public. (Even though he thought that what Fëanor did was too extra). And his wife agreed. In any case, she liked Fëanor. He was a very good father-in-law. He treated his daughters-in-law like they were his own daughters. (He & Nerdanel would really like to have a few daughters. But since that didn't happen, daughter-in-law, it was then.)

He did not joke like his other brothers. But his sense of humor shone through when without intending to be funny he was very seriously complaining about something.

Always had the finest wines.

The popular "artistic" style (Shawl around neck and looser robes and loose hair) originated from him.

While Maedhros, Caranthir, and Curufin had their fathers' proud pale grey eyes, and the rest their mothers' blue, Maglor had very big, deep, sort of sad, or at least burdened blue/grey eyes. His face was softer than that of his brothers (though they all had killer bone structure. Sharp cheekbones and jawlines.) He didn't have the generally haughty look that the rest of them naturally had without even being particularly haughty at the moment.

Very soon he was on par with his brother and his "fairest of the Noldor" cousin, Finrod, in popularity among the eligible young gentlemen of the Valinor, due to his "tortured artist" aesthetic.

He was not confrontational, he found most of his family's personalities too strong and thought that they'd start a fight over the smallest disagreements and he was too tired to put up with pointless fights. So he was the avoidant type. He would only argue with Maedhros because they were very close and close friends, especially siblings argue all the time. (Thus only arguing with Maedhros over kinslayings after all the rest of their family were dead. And the hosts of Fëanor & Fingolfin not having any interaction while Maglor was acting as regent while tension was building between them) Their arguments got worse and worse after the Kinslaying at Sirion. It was as though Maglor was emptying all the fights he had kept inside himself during all his years with the rest of the family on Maedhros. And Maedhros gave as good as he got.

Calm and mild-mannered as he might have been, he still had an aura of undeniable authority and was someone that anybody knew should not be crossed. His anger was frightening. Suddenly he'd be as cold as ice, with murder in his unyielding, icy stare.

He had an easy grace and a sense of nobility, calm, and serenity in him that he kept until the last of his days. Even when he was at his most deranged inside. The more he saw loss and defeat, the serener he looked. By the end, he looked like some kind of a mythological deity. Wise, calm, burdened, and powerful, he was the true embodiment of what the other races always had in mind when imagining the elves. But everyone at all times was aware that if he wanted, he could set fire to realms and few could stop him.

After Doriath, he did not sing or play anything for a long while, only after the Death of the Ambarussa, he sang in their lament. The saddest song anyone except Mandos had ever heard until that point. After that, he sang lullabies for Elrond and Elros. And then started teaching them music. And then started to sing and play again. But he couldn't compose anymore. If he forced himself, he could come up with something. But they all felt forced to his ears. None of them were satisfactory. It was as though he was losing...his music. Something essential was lost inside. He couldn't pinpoint it. But it felt lost.

I think what most likely has happened to him is that he has faded by the third age. Elves in better condition wouldn't make it in Middle-earth without a ring of power for that long. It's kinder for Maglor if he hadn't lived to see Elros' death or what happened to Celebrimbor.

Maglor's view of himself was shattered. He saw himself as a kind, gentle, mild-mannered poet and artist. He saw himself as a genuinely good person. And he was. He didn't think he was built for killing. At first, he'd say that he was a noble warrior, fighting to keep the peace and avenge his grandfather and thereby keep his family's honor. He was a tragic figure who was forced to do what he did not love but had to be done. But he could not forget the first kinslaying. And after Doriath, he desperately said to his brother who, too drown in his own misery, didn't seem like he was listening: "I wasn't a murderer! I was a poet!"So after the kinslayings, he doubled his efforts in helping others in any way he could, being as understanding and as nice and gentle as he could be, and doing any good he could. It wasn't pretense. He didn't have to force himself to do any of it. He was a kind person inside. He wanted to be good. What he did pained him. He hated himself for it all. And so all that hate, rage, and resentment inside, towards mostly himself, and then the world, made him the most ruthless and dangerous of warriors on the battlefield. He was unstoppable. The very air around him felt hot as he fought with one sword in each hand with agility, ferocity, and precision. His grace, elegance & natural rhythm of movement was such that even his fighting looked like dancing.

Deep inside, he blamed himself for never going to Angband to rescue Maedhros. When he saw his brother's broken, pitiful state for the first time after Fingon rescued him, his guilt worsened. Especially because Fingkn rescuing him proved that he COULD be rescued all this time. So he directed all that rage at the host of Melkor who did that to his brother & murdered them with viciousness. The same would happen to anyone who meant Maedhros harm. & until Maedhros' last moment in life, Maglor would never leave his side.

Elrond and Elros came into his life at the exact right time. He was so done with everything. He had lost all of his brothers except one. And almost everyone in his family. For nothing. And would probably never see the ones alive who he left in Valinor. And even if he had a chance, he wouldn't have the face to see them. Even though he needed his mother like never before, he was afraid of finding out what she would think of him now. He couldn't bear to see the look that he thought she would have if they ever come eye to eye again. Letting Nerdanel down pained him so, so much. He thought that she was living a dreadful life in Valinor due to her association with them alone, let alone that she had lost all her family except her parents. And he could not live with the horrible guilt he felt over everything. Elrond and Elros were above all two children that he had orphaned and who needed protection. He took them in due to pity. And then maybe some responsibility and guilt. Later, on some very bad nights, he might have subconsciously thought that they were his chance at some sort of redemption. But he'd push those thoughts back. (Though Maedhros would insist that that's how Maglor thinks of them.) And they were children who needed him, so he had to go on for them. But very, very soon, they were just Elond and Elros. Lovely, precious children. He could easily tell them apart. They each had their own unique qualities, behavior, and expressions. Each endearing. Each great. Children he loved to see happy, carefree, flourishing, and reaching their full potential. He loved to care for them, teach them, protect them, and spend time with them. Children he'd love to see one day maybe becoming kings and lords and healers and musicians, marrying and having their own kids. Even if he had a foreboding that he wouldn't be there when these happened. Children he loved with all his heart. Children, he'd do his best for. He'd be his best for them. Dare he say, his children. Maedhros would remind him that considering those children family and maybe even keeping them close might put them under the curse of the House of Fëanor. (though Maedhros himself subconsciously against his best efforts considered them family), that they had their own parents, and he was the reason that their parents were not there to raise them. Maglor would push the guilt he deep inside felt even deeper and answer that their parents had a choice to put their children above Silmaris. And they made their choice. (Just like Fëanor did.) And that even if Mandos & Eru wanted to harm Elrond and Elros, he would fight Mandos and Eru.

Near the end of the first age, he developed OCD. His intrusive thoughts were many. (Like something happening to Elrond & Elros, or to Maedhros. Or like thinking that he had always been a moral coward, who could save his family by stopping them, but didn't, etc.)

At first, Maglor imagined that it was his filial and honorable duty to avenge his grandfather and king, take back what was stolen from his family, and follow his king and father. And even though deep inside he was scared of the Valar's verdict for his house and the doom they laid upon them, still he thought that the Valar were wrong and his father was right and being damned and abandoned by the gods and going to war with Satan because the gods were too cowardly to do so was the height of epicness (he used that in of his motivational speeches before battles when speaking about the grandeur of the Noldor). But immediately after the kinslaying, he realized that this whole thing was too much for him. Even though he firmly believed that the Silmarils belonged to them by right, and they had every right to want to avenge his grandfather and that he took the oath of his own accord, and even though he blamed the world (Melkor, the Valar, the house of Thingol, though he understood where the latter was coming from, he didn't think it gave them the right. I talked more about it here) the more the kinslayings and the losing war dragged on, the more he put blame on his father and brothers for taking the oath, coming to Middle-earth, and continuing to pursue to oath at the expanse of others. His brothers shouldn't have pursued the oath, but if they did, he couldn't leave them alone. He was just being loyal. He couldn't possibly leave his family by themselves at this point. Could he? (He felt the looming of the oath over themselves and he feared the everlasting darkness, whatever it was. And he feared that if they don't take back the Silmarils, his dead family who couldn't fight for themselves now would be condemned to eternal darkness. His family making the choice to fight FOR him relieved a lot of the burden. Though, he wouldn't admit it.)

But the last time, when Maedhros convinced him to invade Eonwe's camp, even though still a lot of his motivation was that he can't leave his only brother alone, as he ascended to Maedhros' proposal and sealed the deal, prepared to go, and carried on with the plan, at that time, he KNEW all of it was his own choice. He had the chance to go back at every step, and Maedhros even said that he wouldn't mind (to which Maglor sharply replied how dare he even suggest that, interrupting Maedhros before he even finished his sentence) but at every step, he chose to carry on.

When it all was over, and he could HEAR Noldolantë playing in his mind,, played with an orchestra of intruments that he did not have even one of them in hand, and some were perhaps not even invented, with the crash of the waves playing along with him in harmony, in such a trance that he did not even realize what he was singing, or maybe even that he was singing aloud, while singing with everything he had, screaming his heart out, and KNOWING that he was singing all he had ever kept inside, from moments ago when his brother jumped into the chasm, to Eonwe letting them go, to Elros and Elrond who must be mourning them right now, to Sirion, to Doriath, to Nirnaeth, to when he first saw his older brother's broken body, to his father's death, to the burning of the ships in Losgar, to the first kinslaying, to the years of the trees when he first met the love of his life, to when he first held Celebrimbor in his arms, to when his mother had taken his reluctant father's hand and made him dance with her on his birthday because Fëanor's birthdays were reserved for visiting his mother in the gardens of Lorien and mourning her and he didn't want a grand ball so Nerdanel said that it would be a little party between them then,to the grand balls in which everyone, all his family, his parents, his brothers, his cousins and aunts and uncles were dancing gracefully and happily around the hall, to when after the party he and his brothers, wife, sister-in-laws and cousins snatched the drinks and went to the beach and lit a fire and had their own little party, to when his father held his hand as he mounted a pony for the first time, to when his mother carved him a little wooden horse as he he laid in her lap,...He knew that he had finally given the world the best he could give.

[starsofarda]

Ok, so. I am gonna try something here, like a modern AU of sort starting off from this post: https://starsofarda.tumblr.com/post/762738119355285504/ok-i-will-try-but-once-i-am-more-awake

I would like to thank @dfwbwfbbwfbwf for giving me rope and I would like to please ask the entirety of te fandom to not be harsh, because last time I even tried writing a fic of some sort I was literally torn into pieces - I was 16 at the time and ROTK had just come out in cinemas, still.

So, the idea is palantiri being specifically built phones by Feanor for his kids. It's gonna be wild. And I will try my best, but ultimately I am gonna have fun and let my brain go.

The stakes are significantly lower here, glory of AUs.

I am gonna do like a bullet point list.

Be Feanor

Complain to your wife Nerdanel that kids are growing up and start being independent, cue Feanor deeply missing the time his kids were little, then Nerdanel suggesting that maybe they should get new phones and maybe get on a cruise together as a family - heck, let's include also Celebrimbor, bc he's like a toddler at best by then and we might as well.

There's gonna be shenanigans anyway, so why not let the toddler form some core memories.

We are talking about FEANOR and HIS SONS, notoriously the least chill people on Arda.

Nerdanel will regret this decision on day 2 of the cruise.

It is briefly suggested that Finarfin, Fingolfin and the rest of Feanor's half step family included sons and daughters be invited, but this ends up with SOMEONE throwing hands, someone being Fingolfin and Feanor mainly.

Feanor: "I DON'T WANT YOU ON MY CRUISE!"

Fingolfin: "I DIDN'T WANT TO COME TO YOUR STUPID CRUISE ANYWAY!"

Finarfin: "GUYS CAN'T WE HAVE A CHILL ONE FOR ONCE? AT LEAST FOR THE KIDS' SAKE?"

It is decided at the end that only Feanor, Nerdanel and their 7 sons + Celebrimbor attend (yes, also his mother comes, Nerdanel needs someone chill as moral support).

This will be inserted in the already long list of family feuds to bring up during family meetings and celebrations.

(gods I am feeling for the entire family tree due to personal experiences with my own family)

ANYWAY.

Cruise starts on a really sunny and happy day.

At least this is Feanor's point of view.

Celegorm's dog Huan has been lost and found a couple of times, Caranthir has already tried committing fraud three times, Maedhros has taken the role of Third Parent and also his Eldest Daughter syndrome is showing, Maglor has in the meantime published another one of his songs on youtube and bandcamp basically dissing everyone - he will later do a non-apology apology video about it - Amrod and Amras still in their teens are trying to Cause Problems On Purpose.

Celebrimbor is being the Model Child and quietly toying with like a fidget spinner

He WILL cause shenanigans when Elder kid Annatar tries to make him get ALL of the plasticky child rings from a vending machine on the ship

I mean these rings:

The ploy will be exacting revenge on the Feanorians for supposedly sending big brother Morgoth to jail for petty theft

The theft being three decorative sparkly glass baubles called Silmarils Feanor made years prior and by the time the theft happens the baubles are now nowhere near any Feanorian, but Feanor still feels a lot about them

ANYWAY.

Each of Feanor's kids is equipped with a Specially Built By Feanor Smartphone

Reaction ranging from "OMG DAD did YOU ACTUALLY DO THIS" to "couldn't you just buy us new phones" to "ok what am I supposed to do with this brick"

Nerdanel laughs. "Told you so, darling."

Feanor decides to take all of it as a good thing and leaves the phones with his kids.

"They are called palantiri, they have been built so no one can destroy them - I can see you try already, Amrod, Amras, so stop before you actually get hurt."

"Dad, did you call them palantiri because that's the sound they make when you throw them at the person you are calling. You know. To see them from afar."

the slap everyone hears is actually Maedhros facepalming and trying to repeat to himself the mantra that "it's gonna be fine" and "please valar give me patience because if you give me strength I am committing war crimes."

Celegorm tests the endurance of the palantir smartphone by playing fetch with Huan using the phone as a ball.

The cruise can finally start.

It's gonna be long. I am gonna have to think of the rest now.

Thoughts? Comments? Prayers?