#here is fingon

[maalidoesart]

fingon

[cuthalion]

alright where are you all sitting

[azaisya]

@just-another-linguist and @melestasflight both requested Fingon which was v exciting. Fingon is one of the characters that really stuck with me the first time I read the Silm, but I’ve never actually drawn him. In my mind this is like a Valinor-era Fingon!

[sanshinexx]

After Angband, Maedhros had a complicated relationship with his hair for a long while. The thing he once used to cherish and carry with pride, inherited from the mother he had left behind, was now tainted with memories of unwanted attention and derogatory touch.

After his rescue, it had to be cut short for the sake of his recovery, and he could never quite figure out whether he was more hurt or relieved by the act. It was Fingon, during those times filled with anxiety and doubt and shame, who helped him learn to accept his own appearance again– from the stump of his right arm and the scars littered across his freckled body to the locks of copper hair, ever so slowly regrowing to their former glory.

And little by little, the lingering memories of malevolent hands harshly yanking at his scalp were replaced by the feeling of tender hands carefully braiding familiar golden ribbons into his hair, once again beloved.

[the-freckle-on-feanors-butt]

So this is your friendly reminder that a certain heroic part of Sam’s and Fingon’s narratives are the same. To summarize:

✅ Best friend is captured 

✅ Go to dark fortress to save best friend 

✅ Cannot find best friend

✅ Sing a cool song 

✅ Best friend hears song and sings with you 

✅ Find best friend and save him 

Maybe somehow, in a way, even though the time, language, and situation were very different, they sang the exact same song.

[buttered-toasty]

Post-Thangorodrim pajamas (bought in Angband tourist shops)

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Posting this before I vanish into the ether again

[buttered-milky]

Russingon being an incestuous couple is so fucking interesting to me for what it represents narratively. (Yes, I know they are not canonically a couple. No, I do not care, because I do believe the coding is on purpose. Even if it’s accidental, it’s still there.)

If you don’t have a lot of experience with incest in other fiction (for example: the staple gothic horror), incest usually represents deviance. That’s just what it says on the tin: diverting from norms. Usually in a bad way. Deviance can be narratively treated as bad or wrong, and there is plenty of deviance from our meta societal norms with these two, but I digress. I don’t want to talk about that today.

I want to talk about subversion, and the deviance that is sometimes good, actually, and the message that sometimes you must break norms to do good.

[PS guys if you read all this and want to add your thoughts please do! This is kind of half-baked and I’d love to see more opinions because I’ve not seen anyone talk about this much.]

They are so fucking fascinating, because they are deviant! They are! Their entire relationship is baffling politically because of the Finwëan house feuds. More importantly, they have individual deviances that this relationship is telling you to pick up on.

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Maedhros is a Kinslayer. Maedhros is also arguably the most heroic one of his siblings.

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No, we can’t burn the ships. How the fuck are we gonna get Fingon over here?

No, I have to go parley with Morgoth.

I have to abdicate the crown because I’m becoming something I don’t want to be.

No, I have to put myself in front of everyone else. I have to hold Himring so the rest of Beleriand doesn’t get nuked.

I have to summon everyone for the Nirnaeth.

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And then after Fingon dies in the Nirnaeth, Maedhros (as we all know) goes fully off the rails—which is to say, he becomes fully Fëanorian. He goes back to the norm for his family.

There are more Kinslayings. He tries once to save two twin children, and that’s it. He gives up. There is no more hope. Maglor is responsible for taking in the next set. Maglor also wants to beg the Valar for forgiveness, and maybe Maedhros would’ve seen the sense in that once, but instead he becomes the second coming of his father and dies burning, clutching onto his Oath.

The deviance from Fëanorian standards was the only thing keeping him from becoming a monster for all that time.

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Fingon is also (very likely) a Kinslayer. He’s also the family extrovert and hope incarnate.

Unlike Aredhel and Turgon, he does not seclude himself for his own protection. He does the opposite.

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No, we can’t just stay here in Aman. We need to protect the other half of our people??

No, we actually have to get Maedhros. Fine, I’ll do it myself then. I’ll reach out to the gods while I’m at it, since none of you will.

Of course we’re going to join every battle. Of course we’re going to help hold down Beleriand.

If I have to face evil alone I suppose I will, then.

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And he dies when he’s alone against those Balrogs. Fingon is also like his father in many ways—but in some ways he is not. He is brighter, sometimes. He is hope incarnate in the worst of places.

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I’m far from the first person to acknowledge that what Maedhros and Fingon have going on is a very strong message to never give up hope. But like—not just that. What kills me is that, you know, the hope and the heroism and the goodness is the deviance.

They like each other while most of the Noldor are off getting doomed or fighting with their relatives. You get to those little bits where it mentions Maedhros and Fingon still keeping up their friendship and you kind of have to think “damn, at least some people still genuinely love each other in the midst of all this horror.” It’s sweet. And yet it’s deviant.

And that’s weird, right? Usually deviance is bad. But I think here it’s more neutral. Just presented as: this is not the common option, not the norm. It’s not the common option, but it leads to one of the kinder relationships in the Silm.

The Silm wants you, the reader, to take away that you should have hope and goodness, even when everything around you is hell. Even when it is the hard option. When it becomes hardest to hold up light and help others, that is when it’s needed most.

It will be scary sometimes to be hopeful, and that’s okay. It will be scary to extend yourself. It will be scary to trust and to defend others. That’s okay. Do it fucking scared and keep doing it.

[cinemairon]

Hear me out

What about Fingon...with Xie'er based hairstyle?

just saying

[papita474]

The memories they held till the end...

Another ver bc i wasnt sure about the shadow and a more HD picture of them :3

[sakasakiii]

the idea of the peredhel twins having heightened senses due to their maia blood is one of the concepts ive seen floating around that i really like, so here's my take on it combined with the feanorians (+ fingon) lingering about as houseless spirits that i explored some time ago in an old inktober post 😌

houseless spirits see all, but they can't interact with the world around them so i suppose that makes for quite a static existence...but compared to an oathbound eternity in Mandos (sans Fingon??), i like to imagine they'll stay a little longer to watch over those left behind, just to make sure they're doing alright 👍🏻

some more lighthearted bonuses cuz why not:

[peasant-player]

Gil-galad the last Elven High King

And a close up

"Gil-galad was an Elven king

Of him the harper sadly sing

The last whose realm was fair and free

Between the Mountains and the Sea."

- from" The Fall of Gil-galad

Here is the line art of my next Elven Lord in Armor.

Here is the link to Elrond of that serie!

I wanted to give Gil- galad the look of a tragic hero. He is the last of a long ruling line and he is a pillar for the Elven in the second age.

And I wanted to make him look as nice as possible. Like a good boy.

I also made him look very youthful for a better effect I imagine that he is painted like that:

" a youthful hero who defeated sauron."

I know sauron wasn't really defeated and gil-galad didn't do it alone.

For colors I'm conflicted I would love a golden-autumn theme for him but he is not described like that. More for maedhros then

Soo I'm trying to go for a white-gold look with maybe burnt orange here and there.

Sneaking in the autumn.

As for Hair color. I really love brunett Gil-galad. It fits my image of him the most.

And his weapon Aeglos

I don't think I did this spear justice but I try to go for a brilliant white silver blade to white gold at the end.

I love the description from the game: "Shadow of war"

Gil-galad wields a well made Spear

The orcs will fear my point of Ice

When he sees me in Fear of Death

He will know my Name

Aeglos

Well hope you guys like my Gil-galad ❤️

[nycteris-g]

Abandonment issues is my favorite Fingon flavor.

[woodlandrealm]

Day 4: Peace ( @russingon-week ) for the lovely @magicinavalon <3

[queerofthedagger]

"Thereafter escaping from the Orcs Beren dwelt still in those lands as a solitary outlaw for four years, and did such deeds of single-handed daring that Morgoth put a price on his head no less than upon the head of Fingon King of the Noldor."

There is a lot going on here but I frankly cannot stop thinking about Morgoth putting prices on people's heads. Like, what is the price? Money?? Is Sauron printing coins in Angband as a side hussle? Does anybody at this point trust Morgoth to keep a promise like money/lands/whatever the fuck that price is, considering the countless infamous stories of Morgoth Not Keeping His Word EverTM? Do people who are desperate bring by heads of people who they think look similar??? Like I have QuestionsTM! how does Mafia Boss Morgoth work what's the details are there wanted posters? Do people collect wanted posters?? Hell I want a wanted poster. damn it

[dovesandmagpies]

Fanart (fan photos?) of the Harrowing by @chthonion, one my favourite Silmarillion inspired fanfics.

Annatar and his cup of tea

Annatar and Celebrimbor talking about stuff

Finrod trying to give Annatar a hug

Fingon being overwhelmingly positive

When you are trying to angst in peace but unfortunately you have friends

Life is always better with tea ☕

[g00seg1raffe]

So there was a post a while back about Ben Solo always being told "don't do (x), that's how uncle luke lost his hand" when he was a kid - and I raise you: Elrond and Elros being told "don't do (x), that's how Maedhros lost his hand"??

Like, at Amon Ereb when the twins were newly acquired and refusing to eat their vegetables and Maglor is Mag-mothering them until Erestor, feral half-sane clinically depressed anarchist Avari hostage/patient/infiltrator and Certified Little Shit, hits em with:

"I would listen to the Lord Maglor, winyamor, he well knows the dangers that come to young elflings who don't eat enough vegetables - after all, that's how his brother lost his hand."

Elrond looks conflicted. Elros squints suspiciously. "Truly?"

Erestor, practically comatose since the massacre but ultimately saved from Fading by the biological compulsion to fuck with you, lays a hand over his heart. "I would never lie about such a thing! Just what do you take me for? This is a true tale and a grave warning - the Lord Maedhros' hand was tragically lost in the days of his youth, whilst he was still growing as you are. He refused to eat his vegetables and so, cruelly deprived of the strength it needed to grow strong, his body started to fall apart! First his fingers, then his thumb, and then his palm and wrist - all turned blue and dropped off!"

"No!" Elrond gasps. Elros looks both terrified and impressed. Maglor's face is scrunched up into something that the twins probably interpret as pained - at reminder of the horrors of limbs falling off! - but is actually just him busting a rib trying not to laugh.

"Yes!" Erestor cries with relish. "And it never grew back. All because he didn't eat his vegetables. Isn't that right, Lord Maedhros?"

Maedhros, a looming terror at the head of the table, scarred and solemn and impenetrable as his fortresses, narrows his eyes consideringly at the unfolding shenanigans and the rascal behind it. His conclusion? Fuck it. He gives a slow, solemn nod. Completely deadpan and exaggeratedly formal, because it may have been centuries since he last had his brothers smothering laughter at political dinners but the Finwëan sense of humour, once caught, is not an ailment easily cured.

Maglor conceals his wheezes behind his goblet as Erestor nods sagely to the wide-eyed twins, who suddenly seem a sight more interested in their vegetables.