#nolofinwë

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Part of it also has something to do with the fact most of the fandom is under the mistaken impression that Náro is short. In reality, he's actually canonically rather tall.

(I was one of those people for ages, but I'm slowly coming to enjoy tall!Náro.)

And another thing! Nolo was a paper pusher in Aman. Náro hit things for a living.

Don't get me wrong, I do like Nolo, but he's not stronger than Náro. The most charitable take that has some implied basis in canon is they're about equivalent physical strength.

Something that's funny to me is how the fandom has decided that Ñolofinwë is physically stronger than Fëanor based soley on the fact that he fought Morgoth and wounded him, while ignoring that the only reason Fëanor didn't fight Morgoth 1v1 is because Morgoth was litterally shaking and crying while hiding in his evil castle at the sheer thought of Fëanor reaching him, so he sent like 10 Balrogs to deal with him instead.

[ylieke]

I've made it! I've animated my own first illustraion! Well it just took two days of learning Spine 2d😅 and here he is.. The last breath of Fingolfin.

[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.

[ilaneya]

not my first choice of character to draw but omg look at him he’s so royal

[nin-varisse]

Wait, isn't that the high king of the Noldor?

[tolkien-povs]

Things the Finwëans have said about other Finwëans, Pt 2:

Aegnor: What does Curufinwë even talk to his wife about? Metals?

Curufin: I'm not surprised Aikináro is still a virgin.

Orodreth: Irissë's superpower is making bad decisions look like art.

Findis: Nolofinwë and Fëanáro's life advice comes with a 50% success rate... which is better than most of their life decisions combined.

Maglor: My dad's proud of me, but only because he doesn't have the full story.

Argon: Every family had that one uncle who's a weirdo. Mine just happens to be my favourite source of chaos.

Amrod: My cousins are living proof that Eru Ilúvatar has a sense of humour.

Irimë: Family gatherings are basically just Fëanáro and Nolofinwë arguing over shit none of us can remember about. I'm not even sure they remember any of it. They just wanna curse and shout at each other.

[mxliv-oftheendless]

Listen I am a simple person I just wanna know what sort of conversations Frodo would have with all the First Age legends in Valinor and if they would be healing for him—

Would he talk to Fëanor about not giving up something despite knowing you should, and would he realize that he isn’t a monster for his mistake? Would he and Fingolfin talk about facing evil alone and would Fingolfin point out to him that he set out because of hope instead of despair, and that is why he was able to survive? Would he bond with Maedhros over their physical injuries—a missing finger and missing hand respectively—and would Maedhros tell him from personal experience that he was lucky to have someone who loved him beside him even when he sank to his lowest? Would he talk to Finrod about giving their lives for those they care about, and would Finrod tell Frodo he fought Sauron just as fiercely as he did? Would he meet Eärendil and would Eärendil share his own trauma sustained from setting out with only the monstrously foolish hope that he would be able to save everyone he loved?

Would he receive an apology from Celebrimbor, whose head is bowed in shame, for all that he has been through, and feel his body let go of something when he tells him there’s nothing to forgive????

[marhelf]

Fingolfin.

The Moon and the Sun followed him to Beleriand and Earendil was his great-grandson, so thought I'd get them all together:)

[serene-faerie]

I’m curious to know:

I didn’t put the death of Celebrimbor because I knew that would win.

Please reblog for a bigger sample size!

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I just had the epiphany that all three of Finwë's sons named a son after themselves.

Curufinwë Fëanáro namer his son Curufinwë Atarincë.

Ñolofinwë Aracáno named his son Aracáno (and we don't know his mother name).

Arafinwë Ingoldo named his son Findaráto Ingoldo.

Yet we only ever (justifiably) give Náro crap about it.

[rittare]

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[writerrose1998]

Nolofinwë: You’re drunk. Fëanáro: Correction: I am drinking. As in present tense. Grammar, Nolofinwë. Grammar.

[inthehouseoffinwe]

Fëanor, Fingolfin, and Finarfin loved all their nephews and nieces I take no argument. They showed it in different ways, but there were never any malicious thoughts towards them.

Any competition they had was between each other (though Finarfin was very much youngest sibling literally cba to deal with his older brothers.)

Fëanor: Always has too much food, used to his kids bringing over their respective favourite cousin for a meal because they were out playing too late and he’s not exactly going to send a child home hungry. As they got older it was because they’d been out and this was the closest place to disappear away to and crash. He’s used to seeing various kids sprawled across the carpet in the living room, waking up with headaches and groans. He’ll never admit it, but he finds it hilarious and enjoys seeing the children happy. If his brothers ask? ‘What do you mean they were out, I’ve had your children here with me all night.’

Fingolfin: One day I’ll stop linking this post but I really like how it turned out so you get to see it again! Fingolfin happily lets them traverse his house, go through his belongings. He’s very much a partner in crime, helping them sneak around, acting as lookout. Pretending not to see a majority of sweet pasties disappear overnight. He lives closest to the busy parts of the city, so it’s not unusual for the kids to get ready at his house if they’re going out anywhere or even preparing for Court. Most of the kids have their own shared room, and they’re full to the brim of everyone’s clothes, jewellery, shoes. Essentially a whole wardrobe. It gets messy, but he loves seeing his house full of life. Even if he could do without the mess Tyeko and Iressë bring in… and the various musicals at 3am. ‘You know we never tire of having you here… but perhaps you could tone down the partying? Just a little?’ He wouldn’t have it any other way.

Finarfin: My guy ofc has his house by the sea which like Fingolfin’s, has many many rooms full to the brim with clothes and jewellery. It’s essentially a home away from home for his niece and nephews, they don’t have to pack because everything’s already there. As youngest uncle and closest in age, he’ll just so happen to tell the kids where to have fun. He had the least pressure on him growing up and knows the best places in Tirion and Alqualondë. Going to Finarfin’s is like going on holiday, he’ll back them up and make sure they can do what they want without worrying about their reputations as princes and princesses. ‘The kids are far too stressed and don’t get to come here often, brothers. Let them have their fun. I’ll take care of them.’

Bonus!

Finwë: The mastermind. The accomplice. The alibi. He has a wild side to him born in Cuivienen and honed over the Great Journey. Court life is too stuffy even for him sometimes, let alone his grandchildren. He’s the one telling them all the wild things he got up to in his youth with a wink at the end subtly telling them how to do things their parents definitely would not approve of. High King Finwë would never! High King Finwë definitely would, and he’s making sure his grandkids get the experience too. He’s the one who gets the parents to leave for weeks at a time and his grandchildren have the time of their lives. ‘My sons, you worry too much! Don’t you trust your father?’

[ilaneya]

d6: kinship

fëanor and ñolofinwë standing in front of finwë’s stained glass portrait

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

cogitating upon the cultural impact of fingolfin's death.. the artistic currency of beautified, emblematized violence. mystery plays with an antiphonal chorus and ritualized movements and acrobats playing morgoth by climbing all over each other; kirtana that go on for seven days, one for each of the sacred blows... the stricken foot and the seven wounds becoming symbols in themselves, put on children's' amulets to ward off evil and on warrior's to encourage valour. soldiers wearing eagle feathers into battle so that even if they fall their bodies won't be desecrated. tapestries and vases and friezes that show fingolfin's ride to angband (or the alternatively popular motif of him riding to mandos) with variation in his resemblance to oromë according to the artist's religiosity.. just the fall of fingolfin being so thoroughly embroidered into noldorin culture in beleriand that even when everyone who remembered him is gone the carvings of oromë sometimes have his face

[tolkien-povs]

Things the Finwëans have definitely said about other Finwëans, PT 1:

Angrod: Caranthir? More like "Crack-anthir".

Fingolfin: Curufinwë isn't even salty at this point. He's just upgraded to "ocean cocaine" now, which probably isn't something I should be joking about because he'd invent it.

Finarfin, seeing Finrod as a newborn fresh from the womb: My Eru, he clearly doesn't have my genes!

Finrod: You see, Tyelkormo is a nice person at heart. You just have to... force yourself to see the good in him. Like, just peel the layers of his heart until you're left with nothing.

Celegorm: Arkáno? Who's he, some spawn of Uncle Nolofinwë?

Aredhel: Oh, Artanis? Well, yeah, when you see her, she's all about fire and swords and stuff, but really, she's about fire and sparkly dresses.

Turgon: Circles? I love circles, especially circle theorems! ...Oh, we're talking about family trees?

Fëanáro: Irissë is the daughter I never had. And no, I did not kidnap her when she was a child, despite everything her father may say.

Caranthir: Last night, I dreamt that Artarestro had me arrested for tax-evasion, which is funny because I never pay taxes.

Galadriel: When I found out that Kanafinwe actually survived, I was surprised. Mainly because I expected him to die.

Elrond: When I came to Valinor, I was shocked when I saw my family. But that's because I expected them to be in the Void.

Maedhros: One thing I hate about being the eldest is that everyone assumes I order the babies around. I do not. The babies order me around.