#look it’s Nerdanel’s boy

[kosmos-dan]

Nelyo

[lscullzthegreat]

*based on a real conversation between me and two of my siblings*

Celegorm: where do babies come from?

Maedhros: I don’t know but we found you in a dumpster

Maglor: *nodding sagely* with the raccoons

Celegorm: what! no you didn't!

Maedhros: yes we did, we made Atya and Ammë keep you.

Maglor: and the longer we had you the more you started to be like a little boy instead of a raccoon.

Celegorm: I AM NOT A RACOON!

Maglor: Oh look Nelyo his claws are coming back, we might have to return him.

Maedhros: *picks Celegorm up over his shoulder* Alright lets go

*various sounds of chaos ensue*

Fëanor: *from the other room* I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU TWO TOLD YOUR BROTHER HE'S A RACCON AGAIN

Nerdanel: *at the same time from a different room*: did they tell Telyco we found him in a dumpster again!?!

[inthehouseoffinwe]

I sometimes think about Fingolfin being the sole Uncle looking after all his nephews/niece/kids. Like, there’s 16 children. Before taking the Helcaraxë he no doubt promised Finarfin that he would take care of them. And I feel like once he found out about Fëanor, and especially saw the state of Maedhros, he silently promised his half brother he’d do his best to look after them too. Not that he wasn’t going to anyway.

But the burden that must have been, especially with how volatile and independant all these kids are. Oh they might be grown. But he’ll never see them as such. Even now he remembers Nelyo’s birth and how the baby would toddle after him, crying when it was time to leave. Curvo going through all his mechanical devices, Turukano right behind him as Fingolfin explained where each came from and listened to the children tell him all about the workings. Carnistir carefully running little hands over the embroidery of his cloak, Anairë laughing quietly and explaining the techniques that went into it. Ambarussa and all the chaos they caused, enough so that Fëanor and Nerdanel would dump them at his house for days at a time, usually a couple of brothers tagging along. Tyelko and Irissë wrestling in the mud, neither group of parents knowing what to do when they trudged in, a sticky trail behind them.

Findekáno’s duets with Makalaurë, the little musician quietly asking to play before his uncle and cousin to make sure it was perfect before he showed his father. Finno, Nelyo, and Findarato encouraging him with whoops, Fingolfin and Anairë applauding with wide smiles at the end as he was swarmed by his cousins and brother. The four’s ‘secret’ sleepovers whenever they were in the same place. Aikanaro and Angamaitë raiding his kitchens, Fingolfin joining in with a finger on his lips, helping steal pastries in the middle of the night. Artanis insisting she could join in whatever game his boys were playing, Ireth backing her with a scowl until they were let in. Little Orodreth and his own Arakano, friends since birth. The screams of delight whenever they saw each other.

Despite everything, or maybe because of everything, he doesn’t know. All of them are now his children. He couldn’t stop the Fëanorions from taking the most dangerous lands because he had no argument to give. He can’t stop Turno and Ingo from making hidden kingdoms and taking Ireth and Artaresto with them. He couldn’t save little Arakano. He can’t stop Artanis hiding in Doriath, although he’s grateful at least one of his kids is safe… even if that safety comes with disowning the rest of her family.

He can’t even protect little Tyelpë and Itarillë who never asked for any of this.

So when the Dagor Bragollach comes and he hears Aegnor and Angrod are definitely dead, Curufin, Celegorm, and Celebrimbor might as well be for the trail of bodies leading to Doriath and the mass murder at the Girdle, Maglor’s land has been burned so far beyond recognition, they can’t even *find* bodies, Turgon, Idril, and Aredhel he wouldn’t even know if they were killed, and he hasn’t heard from Finrod in months-

He can’t.

So he makes a last ditch attempt because maybe, just maybe, he can make their battle the slightest bit easier. Give his kids if any of them survive a weakness to exploit. A slight advantage to turn the tables…

A stab to the foot does the trick. Morgoth will be limping on that one for millennia.

He hopes his brothers can forgive him.

[comeontakemyname]

Nerdanel and Fëanor over a baby Curufin:

Nerdanel: Absolutely not, Fëanáro, his first word will be ammë!

Fëanor: No, I can feel it, he is a father's boy! You named him yourself! His first word will be atar!

Curufin: -gurgles-

Nerdanel: Say ammë, a-m-m-ë!

Fëanor: Say atar! Or perhaps atya, which is a permutation of the--

Curufin: N, n, n, n....

Nerdanel: Oh! He's trying to say my name! How sweet! And see? An elfling will call for his moth--

Curufin: NELLLYOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

- Camera pans to a frazzled, disheveled, and tired looking Maedhros with Maglor, Celegorm, and Caranthir already hanging off him -

[curiouselleth]

Nerdanel’s first project after each of her sons were born was a statue of them. Carved from a stone Feanor helped to craft, the stone would grow as they did, and as they changed and grew, so did the statues. All on their own.

Even as her sons wandered to the edges of Aman, the statues would still change as they did. They cut their hair - a chunk of statue falls to the ground, the lines shift, to reflect it.

When Celegorm got his tattoos as one of Orome’s hunt, they too appeared on the statue, as though the color of the stone changed to match from some natural process.

The day of the darkening, and those immediately after, nothing seems to change. But their eyes do. They take on a strange look, one Nerdanel does not recognize.

Then they follow their father. They leave. Nerdanel is left with just these statues of them, wondering if they will continue to change as they do. If she will still be able to see her sons.

To her relief, they did. But far too quickly her relief turned to horror. As she saw the stone of Amrod’s statue melt on the surface and glow, leaving terrible burns. The statue remained standing.

As she saw lines and cracks begin to cover Maedhros, water turned red from iron in the stone pouring out of these cracks, and though she would scrub and brush them, the stain would not leave the cracks. So many times, she wished to destroy it. All of them. But she couldn’t. They were her only tie to her sons. She watched as the joyous look on Maglor’s face turns to one of severity and sorrow, as the scars on Maedhros multiply. Celegorm and Curufin become more harsh, Caranthir more closed off. Amrod recovers some, he and Amrod too become more harsh and wild.

Until one day. When the right hand of Maedhros’s statue snaps off. She clutches it, holds it as she once did. She sobs. She does not return to see the statues for many years.

Until she does. She cannot bear the uncertainty. They all still stand. The lines covering Maedhros have faded. The expressions of the others less harsh. She hopes.

For a long time, little change comes, and she hopes. The occasional scratch or crack comes, but so few, so infrequent. She hopes. Until one day, new cracks, wounds, appear on them all. But they all still stand.

She watches as Celegorm and Curufin’s faces turn dark. Until one day. When three gain great wounds, then… the statues fall. Nerdanel does too.

Long she is there, amongst the ruined statues. Until one comes, picks her off the ground and embraces her, takes her away, and has the statues covered.

None go in that courtyard after, the rubble of the statues remain on the ground.

One day, a servant peers out into the courtyard. Two more statues have fallen. Word is sent, and she returns.

She does not cry, no tear is in her eye. She already cried them all when the first three fell. She stands amongst the rubble, in dry eyed shock. Her youngests were gone now too.

She uncovers the two remaining. Traces the new scars with her fingers, brushes their cheeks where paths from tears have been carved. But their expressions too stand empty, and no tear falls.

Not long after, a ship arrives. Tells of what happened.

Nerdanel cleans up the rubble of the fallen statues. Carefully tucks it away into chests, set deep in the keep in a room where none go. She stands before the two that remain. She screams. She begs. Why. There is more anger, more outrage, then there is sadness. More confusion too. How could her sweet boys do this?

The war begins to close, or so they hear. She checks on the statues again, for the first time since cleaning up the fallen.

She is there as Maedhros’s statue, in a brief, brilliant moment, glows brighter than the silmarils. Then it crumbles into glowing hot rubble. She sobs. Turns desperately to Maglor, and sees a burn appear on his hand. She knows, it was a silmaril.

She stares, but the statue does not fall. Days, she barely left. Until the hosts return, and tell of his fate. Free. But lost. Never to return. She never goes back to the courtyard again.

[thelien-art]

Ñolofinwë, Anairë & Grandchildren

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Now for Arafinwe and kids!!

HC:

Fingolfin: Fingolfin did look up to Feanor a lot when he was younger and would try to act like him, wearing white, red, and gold, as well as trying to become a smith one time, but later when it became clear for him Feanor had no real interest he began doing a mix of being the opposite of Feanor as well as just trying things he thought he would like before wondering if either Feanor or Finwe would approve. While I think his relationship with Finwe was great I still think it had its flaws, especially when Finwe decided to go with Feanor to exile after Fingolfin had been threatened BY Feanor, neither do I think he ever felt that close to the Vanya, as after all he was a Noldor prince, and while not the first in line, he wasn´t the last either. Of his siblings, he was closest to Lalwen and would take her counsel highest. I do think that upon his death he thought he did what was best, after all, all was hopeless, but maybe he could sacrifice himself for more peace for his people, and while doing that, maybe he could see Anairë again? I also think he took much pride in his grandchildren, although only being aware of one, and made a big deal out of being there for all his children, supporting them in whatever they wanted and helping them try different things, as long as they would never fight among themself.

Anairë: Anairë came from a noble family and knew Fingolfin in his youth before they decided to marry. After Finarfin married Eärwen, who Anairë became close friends with, she would happily take her children to visit their uncle and aunt, building expressly upon Turgon and Finrod´s friendship. While I think she took pride in being fully Noldo she did not support Feanor, thinking him rash in his speeches, and neither could she follow her people after the first kinslaying both because of the humiliation she felt upon seeing it as well as the grief, and later would move in with Finarfin and Eärwen, grieving for her lost children and husband.

Idril: As a half Vanya (5/8 Vanya??) she leans a lot into her mother´s traditions, both by covering up her hair as well as not braiding it, and while the Vanya doesn´t wear as much jewelry as the Noldor they do wear big pieces when they do, and Idril finds some kind of middle ground. I think she used to wear some gold, like her mother, before the crossing of the ice where she lost both her mother and legs (last part is a HC). While before she chose to only wear silver it was because she idolized Anairë and wanted to be like her, while after it was some kind of denial later becoming a fashion choice (?). - I do HC that the first year after Elenwë´s death Idril only wore her mother's jewelry to feel close to her, but after having to accept her mother was gone she would try to avoid anything that would remind her too much of her.

Maeglin: I know I talk about it at every chance, but I HC ËOL AS A MAIA AND I WILL NOT BE TOLD OTHERWISE, so I give Maeglin glowing eyes too for that reason. Turgon, when it gets pointed out to him, because his whole family and most of his Lords have glowing eyes, just shrugs it off and blames Melian for it. I like to think that while there wasn´t a lot of galvorn Maeglin still learned how to forge with it, he and Aredhel have jewelry made with it. He dyes his hair tips light purple as is costume to some of the Avari, to color it, as that he thinks Ëol is a Avari and he therefore is part. Yes, he has dark purple hair after Ëol but thinks that´s just something some people do have, after all some of the Sinda (Luthien&Daeron) have blue hair and Ëol purple, why can´t he have it too?? Nobody really notices as he dyes it anyway, and Aredhel is 99% sure Ëol is a Maia which is why Maeglin too has purple hair, but why would that matter, he is mama´s boy after all.

Gil-Galad: I am fully convinced Ereinion is just some guy - I HC Gil as an adopted child of Fingon, later adopted by Orodreth, and lastly Cirdan. Most of his jewelry is taken from Fingon and Orodreth, more or less without permission (light kleptomania), Orodreth would pretty much ignore it, whereas Fingon would find it funny and "accidentally" loose piece Ereinion would have shown in interest in, making a big deal out of looking for it before shrugging with a laugh declaring he didn´t care and whoever found it could keep it in front of Ereinion. Most of this is because of his upbringing, I HC him as a child of Angband, later becoming a bad habit, although he would only take things from people very close to him and give it back if asked. His vitiligo is also from Angband, as I HC those born close to Ainur suffer effects from it either physical or mental, which means that the biggest amount of elvers with born disadvantaged come from Angband, whereas the Ainur wouldn´t even try to lower the effect they have on elvers and humans, thereafter Valinor (but only certain places - where the Ainur "lives" which means that very few elvers actually live there, so it is very very few, although I do HC Edrahil of being affected by the Ainur in Valinor), and lastly Doriath.

[writerthatcannotwrite]

Quick question.

You know the Dad Shirts™️, right? Or even better, the Apocalypse Dad Shirts™️? Or, if you look really closely, the shirt that Sam wore when he was first seen gardening in the Fellowship of the Ring, when Bilbo was narrating the wonders of the Shire? Yeah, the Dad Shirt™️.

These bad boys.

ANYWAY

Do you think that, given the opportunity, Fëanor would wear the Dad Shirt™️?

[animatorweirdo]

Caranthir's twin gets married and has a baby, who looks and behaves like Feanor

You marry your husband and have your first child together.

Requested by @sephir0thwife

Hi hi! I hope you're having a great day, or night, it's my first time doing a request so please bear with me lol I was wondering if you could do a imagine about being Caranthir twin, maybe a type of sequel where the reader ends up falling in love and marrying a Vanyar royalty or something, ends up pregnant and gives birth to the most cutest baby boy, who has a permanent blush like Caranthir and Nerdanel, yet is identical to Fëanor, and even as a child seems to have his grandfather temper (yet with mommy he's a tiny angel) just want to see all the fluff and comedy too (big Fëanor and mini o Fëanor) kisses kisses 🤭😘😘

(Author's note: Not gonna lie. This one was fun to write. )

Original headcanon: Imagine being Caranthir's twin...

Warnings: your father and brothers ruining your love life, a bit of manipulation to get your family to accept your partner, pregnancy, childbirth, your father being worried about you, your son having a temper, and your father being impressed when he learned the truth.

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- Your life was great with your family. You had certain perks and privileges as you were your father’s only daughter, so you were pretty much free to do anything you wanted. But, when you came to the age where you were old enough for marriage, your father and seven very protective brothers decided to make it nearly impossible for you to start courting anyone. 

- Like many young women, you began to yearn for romance like the characters in the novels you had read. You might have even based your standards around them, but your family decided to get in the way when you tried to talk to possible partners. You understood their protectiveness and loved them for it, but their need to ruin your chances was really starting to get on your nerves. 

- You don’t even have the chance to judge your possible partners yourself— to see if they fit your standards because you do not want to judge them like judging a book by its cover. 

- You nearly gave up because it felt like your family was never going to allow you to marry. Until… you met him. 

- He was a Vanyar prince, a beautiful one too, and around your age. You first saw him standing silently in a corner at a party, seemingly enjoying it from the sidelines. This really piqued your curiosity so you decided to approach him and start a conversation. 

- You two hit it off and decided to start seeing each other. Eventually, you fell for him and he fell for you, so you started courting. 

- However, due to your father’s negative views on the Vanyar and your brothers’s past shenanigans when it came to your quest for love, you agreed to keep your courtship a secret for the time being. Also to bid time for you to formulate a plan to get your father and family to accept your partner. 

- You did not like hiding things from your father and your twin, however, you were set on marrying your beloved even if he was a Vanyar. You have finally found what you wanted, and you are not going to give up on it, so you figured out a plan to have your family accept your partner by slowly introducing him to specific members of your family. 

- You decided to start with the safest option first, your mother. She already started suspecting something and when you told her about your partner, she was accepting and understanding enough to keep your courtship a secret. You introduced her to him in secret and she gave her approval. 

- You then decided to introduce him to your cousins, especially from your uncle Finarfin’s side, knowing they would give their approval without a hassle. They became friends with your partner and promised to keep it a secret. 

- You figured out that having your partner become friends with your cousins would pave an easier way for your brothers, so you then introduced him to the most calm-headed pair of your brothers, Maedhros and Maglor. 

- You introduced your partner as a friend at first and they were accepting of him, though Maedhros was quick to notice that something was off. He had always been aware when you were up to something so in the end you revealed the truth after a day of getting to know each other and that you had been courting your partner for some time now. 

- He complimented how cleverly you had him and Maglor to get to know your partner, and deemed your partner good enough. Maglor was a bit dramatic about the scheme but gave his approval. 

- You then turned your attention toward Celegorm and Ambarussa. You introduced your partner to them by joining them on a hunting trip with a couple of your cousins. Celegorm had always been a rebel when it came to your father, so when you revealed your Vanyar friend was actually your partner, he gave his approval also because he found the idea of you courting a Vanyar and your father being angry about it amusing. Ambarussa teased you relentlessly when they learned but after getting to know your partner, they approved him. 

- At that point, you already have half of your family in your favor. As an additional backup, you went to your grandfather to reveal you were seeing someone, who was both a Vanyar and a royal. He was pleased about it and promised to give his support in case your father tries to oppose your option of marrying your partner. 

- Now that you have secured your family’s support, you introduced your partner to your father and twin. 

- You decided to take the safe option and introduce your partner as a friend first. Caranthir was calm about it and even though your father looked at him suspiciously, they suspected nothing and allowed your partner to be. 

- You then let it go on for some time, trying to get them used to his presence. Having your partner be friends with most of your brothers worked in your favor and they no longer looked at him like a stranger. After some time after, it looked like they were ready to hear about your courtship. 

- However, knowing their temper, you decided to play it safely and claim you started courting your partner sometime later. 

- Caranthir felt displeased but voiced little opposition. Your father gave his opinion about the affair but backed down when you said how much you liked your partner and when your grandfather added how perfect you two were for each other. He always had a soft spot for you and with your grandfather giving his approval, he begrudgingly accepted your partner and the fact you were courting someone. 

- And thus, your relationship with your partner was secured. You decided to keep it a secret that you had been courting longer than your father knew because if he knew, he would have shown anger unlike any other. 

- Time passed forward, and after your courtship, you married your Vanyar prince and were expecting your first child. 

- You were kinda worried as you had heard about your mother’s rough pregnancies, but thanks to the assurance of your husband and the support of your family, your pregnancy went smoothly and you gave birth to your son. 

- The labor was rough, your father was especially dead worried that something would happen to you like what happened with his mother, but fortunately, you endured the labor and he got to meet his grandson. 

- Your son was just the cutest little thing. But it seemed, he decided to skip sharing your and your husband's looks and look like your father instead with your mother’s permanent blush. It didn’t matter. You two loved him regardless. 

- However, it became evident that he inherited his grandfather’s temper. 

- Your son would start crying and screaming if he was held by anyone except you and your husband. He did not like being held by strangers, even by your brothers. He did tolerate your parents and on one occasion he mimicked your father and sent a nasty look toward your uncles and cousins when they came to meet the new member of your family. It definitely looked like you gave birth to another Feanor. 

- With your family’s support, your journey to parenthood started easily. Curufin was glad Tyelpe had a cousin to play with. 

- Your secret about courtship eventually became known to your father and twin, but since you were already married and had a child, there was nothing they could do about it. Your father was actually impressed when he learned that it was you who orchestrated his acceptance of your partner and felt proud. Caranthir was mad that you lied to him, but since he had a soft spot for his nephew, he dropped it.

[elficially-done-with-life]

My Little Fire

Fëanor & daugther!reader

Summary: You, Fëanor's daughter, go to visit your father in the forge.

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Fëanáro immediately realised that he was being watched, for he could see his beloved daughter's silver hair glistening as she secretly peeked around the corner of the forge.

It was the hair she had inherited from Míriel that Fëanáro would recognise it anywhere.

And he knew it didn't belong to Tyelkormo, as his boy never went near the forge for fear his father would force him to stay inside all day.

"Little fire?" It was one of at least a hundred nicknames he had come up with for you over the years. Nerdanel made fun of it because there were so many, but how could he not? You were his sweet, wonderful daughter.

You peeked around the doorframe again and your eyes lit up when you saw your father.

Fëanáro laughed softly and put aside the necklace he had just forged for Nerdanel and approached you.

He put his hands under your arms and lifted you up in his arms to press a kiss on your cheek.

"What brings you here?" he asked gently and then added a little hopefully: "Do you want to learn to work in the forge?"

You grimaced. "Too much fire." you mumbled softly. "I do not like fire."

"Right, you do not. "Fëanáro nodded. Two years ago, you once had a bad nightmare about burning ships and your family in the middle of them and have been afraid of fire ever since.

But that had only been a dream.

"But then what brings you here, my dearest daughter?" he asked with a smile

"Well, you Atya! I missed you!" you announced.

Fëanáro laughed and rubbed his nose against yours affectionatly.

"But also that I have to hide." you whispered softly. "Nelyo, Moryo and I are playing hide and seek."

Fëanáro grinned. Normally his Morifinwë always held back in such games, but you had him practically wrapped around your finger. You were born after Curufinwë and had practically attached yourself directly to Morifinwë and now you were inseparable.

If you couldn't be found, one simply had to keep an eye out for Moryo, usually ypu were holding his hand, sleeping curled up in his side while he embroidered or persuading him to play with you and the others.

Then Fëanáro heard footsteps.

"Let us hide you then," he said quietly to you and you pressed a hand over your mouth to stifle a giggle.

Fëanáro took a cloak from a handle he had placed in the corner of the forge where the fire couldn't reach it and threw it over you.

"Just stay under it, then Nelyo will not be able to see you."

The very next second, Nelyo entered the forge and looked around. His red hair was tied back in a braid and the freckles on his forehead rippled slightly as his eyes landed on his father.

"Atya?" A slight smile played around his lips and Fëanáro knew immediately that his eldest son had seen through him. "Why are you standing so far in the corner?"

"You know, Nelyafinwë," Fëanáro grinned mischievously, "somethimes one has to look at ones forge from a different angle."

A soft giggle sounded from under his cloak.

Nelyo laughed softly. "Got you!"

"Nelyo!"you shouted loudly and jumped out from under the cloak to tackle him in a hug.

"Y/N!"Nelyo exclaimed happily, wrapping his arms around you.

"Now I just have to find Carnistir. "Nelyo said, looking at his father.

Fëanáro raised his hands in defence. "I was just hiding one child."

"Me! I know where he is!" you shouted in a chant and danced around your big brother."

"And where?" Nelyo asked, although he was aware that you wouldn't tell.

You put your hands on your hips and said with feigned indignation: "I am not betraying my Moryo!"

Nelyo laughed and tousled your hair, "That is probably for the best."

"You two. "Fëanáro shook his head with a smile. "Why do you not look for him upstairs? I do not think he is outside. Irissë is visiting and she and Tyelko are tearing everything apart and you know Morifinwë does not like that.

Nelyo laughed, picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

"Hey!" you shouted indignantly.

"I am off to find Carnistir," he said, kissing his father on the cheek as a farewell and carrying you out with him.

Fëanáro smiled gently as he looked after you. He really loved his children.

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[kitcat22]

There is a crib in the topmost tower of Himring.

The wood it is made of is polished and has elegant designs carves into it, small birds taking flight, flowers blossoming, the stars and the two trees all engraved. It truly is a fine piece, Feanor would have nothing less for his first child.

This was not the first time Fingon had seen it. He had first laid eyes upon it after being shoved into a storage closet in Feanor and Nerdanel’s townhouse in central Tirion after Maitimo’s parents had returned early from their date. The second time it had been in use by a small infant Tyelpe who was swaddled in blankets and pillows and attempted to pull on Fingon’s braids.

Seeing the crib again was would not be all that unusual. It was a family heirloom dearly held in his half uncle’s heart, it made sense it would be taken to Middle Earth.

Except that instead of being in an old storage room collecting dust or even in Tyelpe’s possession, as the youngest member of the House of Feanor, the Crib stood tall and beautiful against the wall in the small room connected to Maedhros’ bed chambers.

He walks closer to it, slowly and carefully as though something terrible may by hiding in it. Something terrible may indeed be hiding in it if Fingon’s suspicions are correct. Rarely is the truth kind but Fingon must know. He must know. It does not matter that the very thought causes his heart to seize in pain and his stomach to shift uneasily. He came here to Himring, the only part of Beleriand to not sink to the depths of the ocean, on a mission and he will not leave until he has the answers he seeks.

The small room, no, the nursery, has been very well preserved despite its age and the thick grey dust that makes a sheet over every object. Tapestries hang from the walls depicting scenes from fairytales that Fingon remembers being read in his own youth. The windows are tall and the curtains are light and flowing. Inside the crib are several different toys, a large fabric horse with actual horse hair sewn on it. A bunny with long ears one of which stand ramrod straight and the other which flops forward. A wooden figurine that looks a lot like Feanor. There are blankets too, rich luxurious things likely worth a fortune on their own in the war torn age of their making. It is the red blanket with a name embroidered in gold that attracts his attention the most.

Ereinion Gil-galad.

Any doubt is cast from his mind and Fingon falls forward onto his knees with a cry.

He had not believed the rumours at first, had thought the boy king a liar and a fraud had wanted to confront him as soon as he was released from Mandos but the gossips had been right. Gil Galad was his son.

Not only his son though. He pictured Maedhros, miserable and grieving, watching in the mirror as his stomach grew round with a child neither of them had expected. His eyes stung with tears that would not fall.

He had a child. He had a child. He had a child.

And his child had been dead for millennia.

The tears fell.

[starsofarda]

Silm Fashion - Part 5/? - Maedhros

EDIT: the fact that bloody AI seeped into this series and I didn't notice is bothering me, hence I am changing pictures - the aim is looking for actual photos, this time I am taking the blame and I hope that the new set of pics are not fucking AI. Please bear with me whilst I search for stuff.

EDIT 2: DONE. Hopefully new pics are not bloody AI.

And here we are, the hivemind fandom that is the Silmarillion fandom.

TBH I could've just done him, but I wanted to see what were the results for the other ones. Anyway. We are now talking about our favourite "Hot Red Head", I still can't believe that he would have such a "on the nose" name.

And I mentioned in my Nerdanel post that the redheads will have Celtic/Viking vibes, so here I am.

For Maedhros I am going for traditional Scottish vibes.

Under cut!

Well, since the very beginning I hc Maedhros as a bit of a mama's boy, he picks up Nerdanel's green and Feanor's embroidery and he truly is a sight. I bet that all of the young Elven maids were like 👀👀👀

We know what happens next, we know of his permanence in Angband. We know. Anyway, after being freed from the Thangorodrim he starts wearing darker colors.

It's also around the time he befriends the Dwarves and he indeed integrates Dwarven fashion into his wardrobe - white shirts over tartan outfits, capes, silver brooches.

And thanks to the Dwarves, he also manages to grow a beard and by the time he becomes E&E's dad and he is already the established Lord of Himring Fortress he more or less looks like this.

BONUS: just like his mum he has tattoos. Mostly on the arms and chest. His left shoulder is going to be covered by gauze perennially, tho. It's where Morgoth left his ugly prisoner mark on him.

Thoughts? Comments? Prayers?

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You know, here's a small rant from me: I hate it when Celebrimbor is shown to be a "softie-boy" or a "naïve child" or just... someone condescending and stupid. Like, yeah I'm guilty of it too (who isn't?) but it just makes me wonder why he's presented as that in fics anywhere.

I read this fic on AO3? Celebrimbor is a stupid duck. Or he's just very naïve and easy to prank. I read another fic? Celebrimbor is a whiny baby who can't stand up for himself. I read another one? He's a man-child.

Look, I get why he's presented in that way, but can we not do that? Especially considering the things this boy has gone through which really wouldn't make him a "child-like" person, but more of a mature adult who has experienced things no one should ever experience.

Before and during the First Age, he's experienced so much:

Nerdanel and Feanor falling out -- that basically messed up entire Aman back then, but mainly their kids, so imagine how Curufin would have reacted to that.

The feud between Feanor and Fingolfin and Finarfin

The time when Feanor threatened Fingolfin

The time when the Two Trees were destroyed

The time when Melkor killed his great-grandfather Finwe.

Feanor going Mad™

The uprising of the Noldor

The First Kinslaying

His grandfather going feral and his father and uncles swearing an oath on a literal suicide-mission

One of his youngest uncles getting burned and basically died (or lived, depends on which version you follow)

A time of literal darkness. Like, no light at all. It really messed up the psyche of so many people.

Feanor abandoning his brother on the shores of Valinor -- that would mess up anyone really.

A literal battle. Like, more blood is being shed -- not only of elves, but of other creatures Tyelpe has probably never seen or heard of before.

His grandfather being so consumed by his fire and spontaneously combusting. That too, he either saw or heard of Feanor literally bursting into flames -- that is pretty traumatising.

The crossing of the Helcaraxe -- no seriously, that would mess anyone up knowing that people they love are literally walking on glaciers and over deathly waters with a 50% chance of survival.

Maedhros being crowned King of the Noldor, and an unspoken fact that there is more than one king of the Noldor -- the political implications here...

The abduction of Maedhros. Need this be explained further?

His uncles and father being concerningly close to starting a whole world-war

The rising of the Sun and the moon (like, what are those big spheres in the sky? Are they something from Melkor? Are they a sign of the End™? What is it?)

The arrival of Fingolfin's group, with more dead and furious people.

The mental health of everyone deteriorating. No, I won't explain because this era was filled with bad times.

No one knowing what to do now, since Maglor was naturally crowned the Regent King of the Noldor, and he has his own problems.

After 34 years of wondering what on earth has happened to Maedhros, he returns scarred with no right hand, and presumed torture marks.

Everyone literally holding their breaths for what will happen next.

Maedhros surrendering his crown to Fingolfin. That would hurt bad like a blow.

Literally only a few years of peace filled with tension.

Fingolfin decides to kick Melkor's arse and dies.

The Nirnaeth Arnoediad.

The Second Kinslaying.

The Fall of Gondolin

Making the decision of abandoning his father and uncles, going on his own separate path.

The death of so many of his family members and father and uncles. That is messed up. The amount of psychological trauma he's already been through...

Like, imagine his guilt of not being there with his father, imagine how much he second-guessed his actions...

The Third Kinslaying. The deaths of more elves, his uncle (or uncles), and really, just more death.

The crown of the Noldor being passed on so many times until it reached Gil-Galad. Imagine the humiliation and just the shock of the realisation of the number of people who have been crowned within a span of a few centuries.

The kidnapping of Elrond and Elros. While it probably wouldn't harm Tyelpe's psychological health, it must have been pretty messed up to find out that your two remaining uncles have committed a few more war crimes.

The War of the Wrath. Now, while it was mainly against Men, there is no doubt that some elves have been killed due to the war (given Gil-Galad's camps etc), so imagine him getting into some stray fights with the orcs or those Men who follow Melkor.

The Fourth Kinslaying. No need to further elaborate.

The death of Maedhros, and Maglor becoming a cryptid. Who wouldn't that mess up?

Surviving the First Age. Like, give this Tyelpe the recognition he truly deserves. Give him a few rings and trophies for enduring so long and he still hasn't gone down to insanity. That too, all this happened within the span of like, 600 years.

The Second Age:

Beleriand is under the sea

His "cousins" (Elrond and Elros) going their separate ways

The death of Elros (I think this is pretty self-explanatory, given the numerous HCs on the twins and Celebrimbor)

No one has any idea what has happened to Maglor. Is he alive? Is he dead? Who knows.

Rumours of a sinister evil lurking in the shadows and really, some tensions are visibly arising.

He finds this very powerful and alluring stranger who knows quite a bit about the art of smithing. They collaborate despite warnings from Galadriel, Gil-Galad, Elrond and a few others.

After giving thought to make powerful rings, Annatar watches over as Celebrimbor makes the rings for Men and Dwarves.

Newsflash: Annatar wants the rings, and he tainted them.

Celebrimbor makes the 3 Elven Rings in secret so Annatar can't get to them, but he gets kidnapped and tortured.

Like, really badly tortured. Annatar wants those 3 rings.

Celebrimbor eventually is killed, and is impaled on a spear, then given to Gil-Galad's camp after years of torture.

He went straight to his family. Can't tell if this will add to his trauma, but still.

While he didn't survive the Second Age, this boy went through so much pain, and... really, I feel like he doesn't get much of the appreciation he deserves.

Thank you for coming to my little rant as to why we need more fics that paint Celebrimbor as someone who isn't a stupid and naïve child, but more of a wiser version of Feanor and Curufin. He is not a tantrummy baby, for Ilúvatar's sake!

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fluffy/funny silm headcannons because I can't be sad all the time

I saw someone else make a post in this vein and thought it was funny, but Fingon didn't earn the title the valiant from some great noble deed, he earned it because he told Fëanor to shut up at a state event (to both Maedhros and Fingolfins relief) they started jokingly calling him Valiant and it stuck, (it became far truer than either of them could foresee)

Not even technically a headcannon but I've seen way too many people characterize Maglor as shy. THAT BOY IS LOUD he has 0 internal volume, and he's a musician as well as a second son he is the life and soul of every party he's ever been at, he makes state dinners bearable

Maedhros loves babies, like adores them, and he's good with them (he has so many little brothers and cousins how could he not be) he has a gift for getting small children to fall asleep on him, and he is the kind of person to hear a baby crying in a restaurant and instantly look up to check on it.

Elrond whistles, constantly , if he's not in a situation that requires him to speak or absolute silence he's whistling, he doesn't even know he's doing it half the time. it drives Gil-Galad crazy.

Celegorm had a tooth gap as a little kid and looked like the cutest little blond thing ever (he was actually the most feral little kid ever) he was THE "mooommmm it followed me home can I keep it," type kid the 'it' in question could be anything from a faun to a full grown bear

Caranthir CANNOT keep his thoughts out of his expressions, the amount of times Maedhros has had to tell him to "fix his face" in public is insane.

Curufin had a sweet tooth, like a massive one, Nerdanel caught him sneaking cakes and cookies so often she stopped caring and just started leaving them out (along with sliced fruit in a desperate attempt to get him to eat something healthy) he passed the sweet tooth down to Celebrimbor

Finrod, Maedhros, and Fingon used to play cards together, they would all try to bribe Galadriel into helping them cheat, Maedhros won her over the most often to Finrod's consternation and Fingon's amusement.

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Here are the top five Finwëans who would start a Valinor-wide war if their admirers found out they were dating. No plot, just vibes only.

5. Finrod

Said to be the "fairest of all Elven princes", seems to be a multi-talented dude, and got on with just about anyone (except Caranthir but this deserves its own post). He has an ethereal vibe with a down-to earth personality which I think people would dig and is definitely the bishōnen of this list. Poor Amarië probably had to deal with some obsessive fans.

4. Galadriel

The It Girl of Valinor. She was smart, tall, athletic, and had the world's most beautiful hair. Her slightly aloof personality was definitely a hit for people whose type is 'Ice Queen' and she is the picture of lady of war elegance. Think the goddess Athena. Had she and Celeborn married in Valinor pre-Darkening, he probably would've gotten a lot of hate mail for not being 'worthy enough' and if you subscribe to Teleri Celeborn then he probably did receive hate mail when his engagement to Galadriel was announced.

3. Fëanor

The hot eldest son of the king. From a socio-economic perspective this man is a catch. He's hot and a nerd to boot, which the Noldor probably loved. I think people were smart enough to not send Nerdanel any hate mail when they got together, but they probably did talk shit about her considering the Silm's "not the fairest of her people" and people's surprise at Fëanor wanting to marry her. Everyone who ever had a crush on Fëanor hated her by default, but were wise enough to shut the fuck up about it in front of Fëanor.

2. Maglor

Elves love singing and Maglor was stated to be the best. This dude was the Jungkook of Valinor with a horde of fans, and a boost of socio-economic privilege as a prince. What's not to like? We don't get any particular description of his looks in the Silm, but like Finrod he was a pretty boy but not a full-blown bishōnen like his cousin.

1. Maedhros

Ah yes, the Minatozaki Sana of Valinor. Any partner of Maedhros' would've been public enemy number 1 even if that partner was Fingon who has the boy next door vibe down to a T. Said partner would receive hate mail, have to deal with obsessive fans, and of course is talked shit about because how the fuck did that person bag this guy? Forget a war, people would move mountains for him. Like Galadriel, his specs are similar such as the use of brain cells, tall, and pretty hair with the added bonus of being the heir of the heir. There is also the fact that his name means "the hot one". He has very majestic vibes and was the kind of person you would probably trust your life with.

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Awkward Formalities

CEO!Maedhros x reader

Request: God morning Mina:) hope you’re doing well! Can I send you a request for a fluffy, family-bonding fic of CEO! Maedhros x reader, where they are invited by Feanor to meet the family after he heard about their… trysts over the phone from your headcanons? Thank you! - anon

A/N: This was more crack and humoured than I intended.

Warnings: humour/crack, CEO! Maedhros, female reader, talks about having children, fluff

Words: 2k

Synopsis: The time has finally come to meet the family…in the most awkward manner.

“Well…congratulations on performing your duties, son. I hope to meet my grandchildren very soon…and your companion.”

If Maedhros possessed the ability to travel through time, he would undoubtedly utilise it to spare both himself and you from the excruciating embarrassment that had unfolded. The prospect of avoiding an uncomfortable situation haunted him, particularly one that involved a lavish dinner table, overloaded with judgmental gazes and sly smirks.

The source of these disapproving looks was an unfortunate mix of his nosy siblings, who had received unwarranted invitations, and his parents, engaged in a constant exchange of glances whenever he extended a courtesy to you. Maedhros found himself torn between wanting to disappear into the comforting embrace of his favourite chair or fleeing for the hills, carrying you over his shoulder like a caveman to escape the awkwardness.

“Is it true that dad overheard you on the call?" snickered Tyelko with nothing but the intent of creating chaos.

Huffing and shooting a stern glare to silence the silver-haired male, Nerdanel apologetically smiled at you for any discomfort her boys were causing. However, Celegorm’s question was the catalyst necessary for the rest to follow.

“Sooo Y/N...” Tyelko smirked as he revamped his antics, leaving no space for his parents to ask the same questions in a boring manner. “I hear that you’re my brother’s accountant?”

Darting anxiously at Mae, you placed your glass down and turned to face the smug-faced brother. With an exhale, you ground your teeth and muttered, “Yeah, I am. Just one of his many accountants.”

The table went silent save for Feanor and Nerdanel’s cutlery knocking against their plates. Most of them knew who you were and your position, having walked in on you and their brother before, furthermore, you were Caranthir’s past employee. It was he who recommended Maedhros to accept you when your background was being checked.

“You’re also his favourite, but how does that work then? Do you visit Mae’s office, or does he visit yours to uh...check the stocks?” he choked out before shooting a wink at his eldest brother who was turning tomato in his seat at all the sexual innuendos. His younger brothers erupted into laughter, small snickers here and there, even Maglor couldn’t resist laughing.

Maedhros’s focus was averted to now glaring at Celegorm who appeared nonchalant to the burning glares he was receiving. He was too busy bumping elbows with Curufin and sharing a joke in hush-hush tones, eliciting snickers.

“Tyelko,” warned Nerdanel who was desperately shooting blank stares at her husband at the opposite end of the table to dissolve the mess. Unfortunately, Feanor was clueless to the weight of the mockery at the table, finding no harm in the conversation.

With his palms raised to mimic surrendering, Celegorm cried out with a wicked grin gracing his features. “What did say, mom?! All I stated what I hope my brother and Y/N was bringing in enough stocks in the family. Dad always tells us that we should start bringing in lots of stocks into the family so long as we’re…um, getting assistance. Isn’t that right dad?”

“Indeed I do, it’s about time,” Feanor muttered, and before he could continue, his wife furrowed her brows at him in dissatisfaction prompting him to end his say.

Growing more confused by the family’s lingo, you turned to Maglor, who sat to your right and questioned. “Stocks?”

“Children.” His response elicited a silent awestruck expression from you. “He’s behind all of us to start giving him grandkids, and it seems that you and Mae are the new targets. Last time it was Moryo.”

As the dinner progressed, the scrutiny intensified. His younger brothers, with their merciless mockery of his painful stiff–man appearance and one–worded answers, became an added torment. Maedhros teetered on the brink of launching his favourite chair at them, but the crisis was averted, largely thanks to the reassuring squeeze of your hand on his thigh. That concrete anchor prevented him from transforming his preferred seating into a weapon.

Now, with you positioned beside him but noticeably closer to his father, a new wave of discomfort washed over him. Cold sweat broke out, and an unsettling sensation crept beneath his clothes, as he contemplated the impending private confrontation with his father in the luxurious confines of his office. In that moment, a part of him yearned for the simpler chaos of a childish brawl with his siblings, a distraction from the weighty scrutiny and unspoken expectations awaiting him in his father’s domain.

“You were quite vocal, I must say—”

“Father!” scolded Maedhros, cutting Feanor off and making the older man frown as though he had said something offensive. “You can’t say things like that!”

Feanor shook his head in bewilderment, his palms upturned, and a pout forming on his lips. His gaze darted towards you, only to find you stifling laughter and concealing your face with a cascade of hair. “What did I say? I merely commented on your vocal nature, expressing a wish for such boldness during seminars and board meetings in the past. Is that an inappropriate thing to say?”

“Yes it most certainly is!” Maedhros awkwardly reacted with an annoyed expression due to you finding humour amidst the interaction. “You…you cannot make such mindless remarks about intimate acts.”

With a sly, tongue-in-cheek expression, Feanor pursed his lips and cast a sideways glance at you, clearly struggling to regain composure while shooting pointed eyes at his son and engaging in a silent but animated argument. In all honesty, there was nothing to be embarrassed about; rather, it was a moment worthy of celebration. After all, his son had acquired a girlfriend, or perhaps a future wife, and with that, the promise of grandchildren loomed on the horizon. What, then, was disconcerting about extending congratulations on this matter?  

“Well then, shall I congratulate you both on a job well done? Grandchildren in the future…” he beamed, swiftly sitting upright in his cushioned chair to meet your figure and focus the conversation between you both since his son’s desire was to interrupt every attempt at his joy. “Daughter?”

As the words escaped his lips, your eyebrows shot up to your hairline, caught in a moment of confusion. It wasn’t clear what puzzled you more—the unexpected question or the unfamiliar name directed at you. Perplexed, you found yourself sinking into the rich memory foam sofa in the residence of your boss’s father.

His intent gaze bore into your features, anticipating a response devoid of his son’s influence. In return, you mustered a blank expression, as if your mind was a sleek surface on which all potential answers slid off effortlessly.

Engaging in a futile attempt to distract yourself, you performed subtle circus tricks with your eyes, exploring the room for anything that might aid your scrambled thoughts. However, a suitable response proved elusive, and you stewed in the silence for what felt like an eternity. In the absence of a miraculous answer bubbling up to the surface, the only option left was to shoot yourself in your foot for the nonsensical words that spilled out in an attempt to satisfy his expectations.

“…Yes, Sir.”

“Father, my dear. Call me father—after all, you and my son will be having children soon, so that would make you his wife and you, my daughter.” He was beaming too much in his seat and radiating enough light to outshine the chandelier. It was enough to blind Maedhros from witnessing the horror occurring before his eyes. All he wished was to be deafened.

“Uh…yes, father.” You awkwardly chuckled and forced a grin while darting your eyes between him and Maedhros who was hanging his head in regret. “But I don’t think I’m well-suited to be your son’s wife. I’m only his accountant.”

Forcing a round of laughter and smiling as honestly as possible, you attempted to keep the atmosphere as awkward as possible with your responses eliciting more cumbersome replies.

“What’s that supposed to mean, my child? My son has been seeing you nonetheless, and behind my back,” he paused to throw a disappointing look at his son, “thank Eru for his slip up, I heard and learned everything necessary. He chose you—since he never selects anyone or tells me anything—regardless of your position. Did he ever tell you about how his mother and I met? She was, well still is, a craftswoman who worked with her father in a small stall between a botanist and café. One day I saw her, messy hair and clay on her face, and knew I had to be with her. I didn’t care about what or who she was, I just knew she was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on, but she was also…frivolous. That’s how Nelyo entered our lives. The same way you two were constantly…”

His words hung in the air with an unspoken humour in his tone followed by the arching of his left brow with a playful, yet memorable smile on his lips.

“Ah…” Awkward. That was the particular word circling both yours and Maedhros’s minds at the moment.

Tranquillity settled over the room oddly as Feanor delved into memories of his youthful years with his wife, leaving you and Maedhros staring at him with bemused expressions tinged with pain. Suddenly, you felt the intensity of Maedhros’s gaze, as if his eyes were burning holes into your skull.

“What the hell was that?” he mouthed, rolling his eyes about the place, displaying a smudge of his attitude.

Shrugging your shoulders in defence, you counteracted. “I’m sorry!”

Sliding across the sofa, as stealthily as he could, to sit closer to you, he grumbled under his breath, “You’re setting me up for trouble. I’m not going to be hearing the end of this anytime soon! Stop encouraging him!”

“So you wanted me to tell him ‘no’ and then receive an earful?! In case you haven’t noticed, your old man is glowing! Do you want to pop his bubble?”

“Yes…no…maybe—just a tiny bit. It’s just…I’m thrilled that he has accepted you, but this is moving all too fast, and you’re siding with him!”

“Well you’re the one who didn’t hit the right button,” you teased and bit into his muscular arm. “So enjoy the moment.”

His mouth swelled up at your comment and his eyes communicated volumes, penetrating yours, unblinking and unmoving. He embodied the over-dramatic persona he vehemently denied, throwing the tantrum of a spoiled child. Expressing his frustration through an audible huff, he dramatically collapsed onto the cloud-like sofa, his lips moving at the speed of light and his cheeks swelling with agitation. It was a side of your boss you had rarely witnessed—a sour-puss emerging when denied his desires.

Locking eyes with yours from under his lashes, he mustered all his authority in that moment, failing, and announced, “I’ll have to fire you for being a distraction.”

“That’s not going to stop you from seeing me,” you mocked.

Fortunately, Maedhros's unspoken plea seemed to have worked, bringing the little family meeting to a swift conclusion. Led out of the office, both you and Maedhros were on your way to reunite with his mother and siblings. His father opted to stay behind, citing the necessity of making preparations for the future—whatever that entailed. Although your lover seemed to grasp the hidden significance, he grumbled discontentedly under his breath as he made his way into the living room, where his mother sat with two of her boys.

Glancing away from Maglor, she beamed at you both. “Ah, I trust that it went well?” There was a teasing tone in her voice which made everyone in the room, minus Maedhros, break into a snort.

“Let’s just say that he’s under false impressions as we speak.”

“Well, that’s between you and your father. Now come join me Y/N, I wish to show you some of Mae’s baby pictures.”

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possibly maybe more feanorian headcanons? (I adored your post) 👉👈

Hello!! I actually saw this ask when it came in a few days ago but I couldn't answer it until now because I didn't have wifi in my new apartment yet. I ALWAYS have more silm headcanons and I love to be asked, so! Here's my Fundamental Headcanon for each of the Feanorians, which is a concept I came up with based on that writing advice post that says "don't write about war write about the little boy's burnt socks" or whatever. Basically, a Fundamental Headcanon is a Little Detail with Big Implications that I can use as armature for the rest of the characterization, and I have them for all the characters I think about very hard. Disclaimer: some of these hinge on my own hcs about Elven culture as a whole.

Feanor: He keeps his hair short in memory of Miriel from the moment he's old enough to know what it means until the day he dies, because he can't bear the way it seems like everyone around him is trying to erase her and this is a visible way he can remind them all that she was here.

Nerdanel: The moment she meets Feanor is the moment she has her first vision of Foresight, of darkness and fire and grief, and knows that one day he will break her heart. She marries him anyway.

Maedhros: He doesn't have nightmares of his capture, of Melkor or his time in Angband or on the cliff face. He never admits that his nightmares are actually of the burning at Losgar; when he jumps with the Silmaril he doesn't see fire, he sees water.

Maglor: He begins composing his earliest version of the Noldolante the moment the swan ships leave the harbor, after his brothers have to drag him screaming from the fighting.

Celegorm: Of all his bothers he's the one who most inherited Feanor's talent for language, but he never learned to read. In Valinor it was because he wouldn't let Feanor teach him and in Beleriand it was because he refused to be taught by anyone but Feanor. All the texts he knows, and most of them are hymns to Orome, he knows by rote.

Caranthir: He shorts some people's rations during Maglor's kingship at Mithrim, including his own, and he never second guesses his choice or tells anyone else that he did it, because he's quartermaster and he doesn't have to be fed to work out that there isn't enough for everyone, just for the most important.

Curufin: In Valinor, he made all the knives in his family's house. Feanor and Celebrimbor are both jewelsmiths first and foremost, but he's a bladesmith, and there's not anyone better. He's never content with this, because when Feanor dies he's left heir to every project his father never finished and to matter how hard he tries his skill doesn't lie with any of them.

Amrod and Amras: They count themselves as one first, and separate second. Like all Elven twins, they're skilled in osanwe, especially between themselves, and because of this they find their craft in things that deal with the spirit ahead of the body, and especially in healing. (Is it cheating to put these two together? I don't think so, since that's the whole point of this headcanon.)

Celebrimbor: He looks as alike to Curufin as Curufin did to Feanor, and so he's always overdressed for everything because those two were chronically underdressed and he wants to minimize how often people remember that he's Feanorian. It's the same reason he had his fathername stricken from the record after Nargothrond, not because he doesn't love them but because he doesn't want to be held under the same black mark.