#peak Feanor

[eri-pl]

TIL the Oath is in alliterative verse and I had to share it.

(bold: where I think the beats are)

Be he foe or friend, be he foul or clean, brood of Morgoth or bright Vala, Elda or Maia or Aftercomer, Man yet unborn upon Middle-earth,

neither law, nor love, nor league of swords, dread nor danger, not Doom itself, shall defend him from Fëanor, and Fëanor's kin, whoso hideth or hoardeth, or in hand taketh, finding keepeth or afar casteth a Silmaril. This swear we all: death we will deal him ere Day's ending, woe unto world's end! Our word hear thou, Eru Allfather! To the everlasting Darkness doom us if our deed faileth. On the holy mountain hear in witness and our vow remember, Manwë and Varda! 

Older version

Be he friend or foe   or foul offspring of Morgoth Bauglir,   be he mortal dark that in after days   on earth shall dwell, shall no law nor love   nor league of Gods, no might nor mercy,   not moveless fate, defend him for ever   from the fierce vengeance of the sons of Fëanor,   whoso seize or steal of finding keep   the fair enchanted globes of crystal    whose glory dies not, the Silmarils.   We have sworn for ever! 

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

The real tragedy of the kinslayings is that it’s just so fucking stupid. It’s about 3 shiny jewels. And that criticism goes for both sides.

[carmisse]

Of AU'S

Curufin : you promised me you wouldn't fall in love with anyone else.

Celegorm : Yes, but it happened.

•°•

Celegorm and Curufin as Thomas and Lucille Sharpe.

Luthien as Edith and Beren as Alan.

[doodle-pops]

Feanor’s going to intimately know how Finwe felt with Indis if he actually left Nerdanel for the reader 😂

Definitely! Imagine bringing it up and teasing his tantrum when he learned of his father and Indis 🤣

Reader: I thought you were against remarrying?

Feanor cold sweating because you're right: I never said that.

Reader: Your father and Indis, plus you left Nerd—

Feanor: Never happened. You're delusional, probably hit your head. I love only you, accept my heart 😍

[paradife-loft]

kind of belated for CaranthirDayPosting, but I really do need to crawl into the professor's skull at some point and root around in there for some answers on what the fuck is going on with naming a kid Dark Finwe when you live in fucking Trees-era Valinor

what meaning is "dark" gesturing at there, sir, please explain to me, I need details

[batsyforyou]

Mini Headcanons for Squishing their Cheeks Elves Addition + One Maia

Tags: Dramatic kisses, Squishing faces, crack?

Author's note: I already stated in my cod part of this but random nonsense is todays order lol.

Squishing and kissing Glorfindel’s cheeks.

would do the same to you. Squish your cheeks and return your kisses. The affection makes Erestor sick lol 

Squishing and kissing Lindir’s cheeks

equals red tomato. He is embarrassed but loves it. Prays Elrond isn't around and that Erestor doesn't hear of it. Eventually he does grab a hold of your hands and kisses them.

Squishing and kissing Feanor’s cheeks

would equal in Dot. Dot. Dot. Blink. Would let it happen for like five seconds if it's in his office but if you try that with him in the forges your affections will get rejected a bit rudely. But don't take it to heart the forge it his main love lol

Squishing and kissing Celebrimbor’s cheeks

Would include baby melting into your touch. Giving you his best doe eyes + heart eyes while listening to your giggles. If it's in the forge he drops everything and freezes before he gets a hold of himself. Though his first reaction is freak out and get you away from what he’s working on. Because it's hot and potentially dangerous. But after that he kisses you with the passion only a feanorian can have.

Squishing and kissing Fingon’s cheeks

he pouts cutely and after getting his lips kissed he’d grin and move to tickle your sides. 

Squishing and Kissing Eönwë cheeks

You curl your finger and gesture for the tall maia to bend down to your height. Curious he raises a brow and accommodates you. Is shocked and surprised when you squish his cheeks and begin kissing him so dramatically. He flushes red embarrassed. Might even spot a judgemental Mairon peaking over his shoulder. “My love please.” Despite his 'disapproval' he lets you do what you want. His wings melting into the floor while listening to your happy giggles.

Squishing and Kissing Finrod's Cheeks

you tug on his hair and give him a good deep kiss to entice him closer before squishing and kissing his cheeks with vigor. He laughs and squeezes your hips and lifts you into his arms to set you on his shoulder. Showing off his strength and then it's his turn to laugh as you go bright red in the face.

Overall most of them can do without their faces getting squished lol.

Masterlist

[swanmaids]

The reason none of us are normal about the Silmarillion after reading it is because it’s about so many things. Even disregarding the Histories and the Unfinished Tales, the Silmarillion is about doom and brutal defeats and generational curses and fatal flaws and the breaking of cycles. It’s about flawed gods and family feuds and love that defies fate and the inevitable loss of all things beautiful. It’s about looking back thousands of years at the men and women of myth and legend. It’s about the wrenching tragedies and the glimmers of hope, it’s Feanor putting the first torch to the swan ships and Turin falling on his own sword, Fingolfin despondent summoning Morgoth to come out and face him and Beren and Luthien stealing a silmaril from his crown, Elwing saved against all odds and hope and Earendil climbing to the peak of the gods to plead for mercy - and winning it. And it’s also about getting naked and death battling a werewolf with your teeth.

[thesummerestsolstice]

My Headcanon Crafts for the House of Fingolfin:

Anaire: an architect. Very elegant in style; she designed a lot of Valinor's most beautiful classical guildhalls and ballrooms. She first met Fingolfin when she sought him out because she need a really nice stained glass window for one of her projects. She proposed to him by showing him a plan she'd made for their house.

Fingon: a glassworker like his dad! Unlike Fingolfin, instead of focusing on stained glass murals, he preferred more free form glassblowing and making sculptures. Other than some really flashy abstract stuff, his favorite works were little glass animals he liked to make for gifts. The first ones he made were two (slightly squished) doves for his parents.

Turgon: an architect. His designs were a lot more maximalist and fanciful, often based off of extremely beautiful and slightly surreal sketches. He designed basically everything in Gondolin, and the city was seen as the absolute peak of Noldor architecture, because everything there was legitimately awe-inspiring, from gravity-defying bridges to a minecart-based public transit system.

Aredhel: a hunter. But beyond that, she was well known for her incredible plants lore. From medicinal herbs to poison berries, she knew it all, and often made great use of it in the hunt. She often brought home fresh mushrooms and wild vegetables along with her latest kills for family dinners. She could also make a mean spiced rabbit.

Argon: an animal healer. He's a caring, gentle soul by nature, even if he's a bit excitable, and he's very good at getting animals to calm down. He always liked working with them, and decided that helping them was what he wanted to dedicate his life to. He'd often come home from the woods as a kid with an injured bird or rabbit and big pleading eyes.

Bonus! But sadder this time. Fingolfin left his little glass dove with Fingon before he went off to challenge Morgoth. It eventually ended up in Galadriel's hands because she was one of Fingon's only surviving relatives, and ended up inheriting a lot of his things. She gave it to Finarfin so he could take it back to Valinor and return it to Anaire. The doves were reunited. Eventually, so were their owners.

Headcanon Crafts for Finwe and his Children, the House of Feanor, the House of Finarfin, and the rest of the House of Finwe.

[peasant-player]

Sneak peak for my spicy wrapped up Christmas elves for you all

Pic and a question under the cut ~ ❤️

I'm drawing Feanor,Fingolfin and Finarfin as little spicy presents ❤️

But as you can see I have one space FREE!

So

Who you would like to have as a extra present wrapped up ?

I finish the drawings on Sunday and I post them on the 24/25/26 and I give you lovelies one extra if you tell me who you would like ~

[kitcat22]

Was reading the Silmarillion again and now I’m in pain thinking of how the last thing Feanor saw before his spontaneous combustion was the peaks of Thangorodrim where Maedhros will be hung from.

[eri-pl]

Silm reread 7: the Darkening of Valinor

So Melkor loses his shapeshifting "soon after" he runs away from Valinor (hiding from Tulkas and Orome), but when exactly? I suppose when he empowered Ungoliant. Because later he doesn't disembody or go in spirit form again.

Yes, he takes his big bad form to talk with her— and so he stays. Forever, says the book.

Ungoliant is afraid of Aman and of the Valar. :D

Melkor promises her a lot, with no intent to keep it. I feel like this may have something to do with him being so much nerfed after the situation, unable to take his power back from her (if it would be possible anyway) and almost eaten.

The Valar do like to take CoI-like forms and eat and drink (and celebrate in general I suppose). It is canon.

Feanáro is ordered to come to the party. Huh. why? who thought they had the authority to do it? the book doesn't say, so maybe it was Ingwë, this would make sense and I see why he would think it was a good idea.

Finwë is still upset, and as long as Fefe is banished, he does not want to meet his people. So again, Fingolfin doesn't feel very usurpy to me here.

…and despite being named "Wise", he overtalks Feanáro too. :( This time it doesn't result in Fefe getting upset, but in a badly worded promise.

Ungoliant eats the trees, gets so big and ugly that even Melkor is terrified of her.

Darkness mentioned again!!!

(googling the english text of this part)

The Light failed; but the Darkness that followed was more than loss of light. In that hour was made a Darkness that seemed not lack but a thing with being of its own: for it was indeed made by malice out of Light, and it had power to pierce the eye, and to enter heart and mind, and strangle the very will.

Oh. Darkness that is a thing. No, It *seems* to be a thing. (see: Theodicy and all that.)

I'll have to make a mass analysis of all the capital D Darknesses and how to connect them all (bind? no, we're not gonna do the bindy-bindy) to one concept. But I feel like they should be all facets of one thing concept.

Another thing (a thought for @dfwbwfbbwfbwf especially, I think): It's not "if". It's whenever their deeds started failing too much, Darkness fell upon them and entered heart and mind, and strangled the very will.

I don't think I'll subscribe to this HC, not fully, it makes things too easy, their hand was forced and I don't like their hand being forced.

But partially? This I will subscribe to. They did call upon something, something that seemed to be true, something that seemed to have the power to compel them. I think this reading is very close to Tolkien's intent, because it stinks of "this is how evil works".

Am I portraying Ungoliant as more evil than Melkor?

I think that at least in some aspect I am. Because she feels like something that is not entirely, well, that not entirely *is*. I don't know how to explain it better. And he was a Vala.

Can you stop being? Can you turn from a being to a non-being? I don't think so… I do not subscribe to the "Ungoliant was an uMaia" theory. I don't subscribe to any theory of "Ungoliant was [something that objectively exists]".

Ungoliant as Melkor's (self-inflicted but still real) trauma given a illusion of form by his power? Mmm. I like this one. I don't think it will be popular, but I do like it. (Or: his hatered, his jealousy, something like that, if you prefer. I don't think those are far apart from one another in this case.)

(Why is it easier to me when something evil-evil is not really real? Is it philosophy or my personality issues? Good question. I think there is some philosophy there too.)

Tulkas gets paralyzed by the spider-induced Darkness and Orome gets a "silence" spell on him. So, not only Melkor is defeated by a spider, he's just the most defeated.

[thelordofgifs]

Obscure Tolkien Blorbo: Round 1

Thuringwethil vs Mahtan

Thuringwethil:

The vampire servant of Sauron whose cloak Lúthien uses as a disguise.

Her name means “Woman of Secret Shadow”, she's Sauron's herald, she takes the form of a vampire, it's implied she can shape-shift. Peak aesthetic!

Mahtan:

The father of Nerdanel, wife of Fëanor.

Favourite of Aule, he was the only elf ever gifted a beard by him, because he was so dear to him above all others! Taught Feanor and Nerdanel, and refused to get tricked by Melkor. It’s from him that the few Feanorians get their red hair, too!

Round 1 masterpost

[imakemywings]

I was tagged by @meadowlarkx and @hobbitwrangler

As we're finishing out 2024, what is one thing from your writing this year that you're particularly proud of? And what is one fic you wrote that you would recommend for others to read?

This is tough...2024 felt like a pretty barren fic year for me. I just didn't have much inspiration and I often felt like I was dragging my feet about writing what I did. But not every year can be fruitful, and I still think some good things came out of it.

Fruit of the Family Tree was definitely my most ambitious fic of the year. There's not a grand story behind it or anything, I had just rewatched Crimson Peak the month before and couldn't resist putting Silm characters through the fucked up gothic vibes. That said, I don't think you need to have seen the film for the fic to make sense. I think this may be my longest Silm fic now, narrowly edging out the Ninduilas fic? It's not very long, but I rarely ever write chapter fic at all, so it's long for me!

Anyway looking back on it now I'm still very pleased with the character dynamics, which are really the center of the story. I also always enjoy putting Maglor through a good moral journey, which I certainly think he undergoes here.

As for a fic to recommend - I really enjoyed tackling Miriel's feelings on motherhood in What Comes Naturally. Like Feanor, I think Miriel was a difficult person, and I don't think nurturing and parenthood came easily to her. But her circumstances deprived her of the chance to find out if she ever would have grown into it, or if she was never going to be a good mom, as well as the lingering question of whether anything would have been different with Feanor if she had lived. And for all the things he did and the mistakes he made, he still her son, whom she never really got to know, and I think that leaves a big question mark of a relationship that sticks with her throughout her rebirth.

Tagging @melestasflight @chaos-of-the-abyss

[thecoolblackwaves]

Dying at "Family Orgy Thing (this sounds bad but it's Feanorians)" 😂please say more

😂 It's about as ridiculous, smutty, and taboo as it sounds lmao. I'll give you a snippet:

Maitimo wasn't sure if he ought to be angry or not. His drawer full of sex toys was unlocked and raided, his favorite purple jelly dildo missing. It was either being used for its intended purpose, or as blackmail, but either way, the person who had it was almost definitely Carnistar. He crept silently down the hallway towards the room Moryo and the Ambarussa shared - he got on with them quite peacefully despite the skip in birth order, while Curufin and Celegorm condensed their crazy to a different room, hence this arrangement - and snuck up to the closed door. He eased it open as slowly as posible while pinching the hinge to stop it from creaking, and peaked inside. Aha! There, on his brother’s nightstand, was the missing dildo. In plain view! He would have to tack on a discussion about age appropriate behavior around the twins onto the ones they would already be having about stealing personal possessions and sexual exploration.

I started this one night when I was feeling rather, ahem, horny, and it's kind of spiraled from there into anything and everything I can think of for the seven sons to do together, whether in pairs or as a group. Lots of exploration and new ideas and acrobatics and only one trip to the hospital so far. I'm also debating if I should add in Nerdanel and Feanor or not, perhaps in a sequel if I ever get that far.

[first-son-of-finwe]



I didn’t expect the elfnapping option to be the most popular, BUT 😅 it is! So now I want to speculate on a bunch of things. 

Firstly, who leads the Noldor and do they claim any title? The whole notion of ‘High King’ is up in the air here, because technically Finwë’s first in line is still alive. Fingolfin would need to tread very carefully to avoid accusations of opportunistic usurpation while his brother is in a dangerous situation.

Meanwhile, Maedhros can have just as much charisma and crowd persuasion ability as his father. So I can see him taking the de facto leadership role, with Fingolfin being supportive. What happens when the Finweans are all in Beleriand is another question.

Secondly, do the Valar and the Teleri help? In this scenario with an elf’s life at stake, it would seem pretty bad of them not to. However, I can see them both POTENTIALLY taking the “we need to wait, plan, not rush headlong into danger,” etc. stance., which Maedhros & Feanorian supporters wouldn’t be happy with. From there, we have some kinslaying opportunities. Would Maedhros go that far? I don’t know.

Then there’s the question of what Feanor is actually doing in Angband, and what Melkor wants him for. I think the options are, A) he dies relatively quickly because he’s just too much trouble to keep. B) Melkor just stashes him somewhere for hoarding. C) Melkor tries to make him craft more things. The Silmarils are supposedly not even the peak of what he’s capable of, so I can see Melk wanting first dibs on inventions.

Then, does Feanor have enough rationality right now to meticulously plan some escape? Could he iron man his way out, pretending to craft something while secretly building himself an escape device? This is pure wild speculation now, but I just think this scenario is sexy as fuck.

It also opens the door to eventually having every single Finwean in Beleriand, and all the SPICY political tension that could kick off as a result.

[lamemaster]

Golden Flowers Welcome Me Home

(A little bit of trauma for beloved Glorfindel. I just wanted to post it here. This was originally part of another fic that I wrote.)

“Ata!” He pushed away the flowing curtains without a care in the world. “Atya,” he called again. The house was silent. With impatient steps, Laurefindelë made his way through the halls filled with the light of Laurelin.

His tiny hands carefully held a beautiful, albeit a little messy flower crown. He had been quite proud of his creation. He had snuck out of his room with the fading rays of Telperion and much to his surprise, he had made it without anyone noticing him.

He had hiked to the hidden valley, where his atar took him sometimes, there with the utmost patience that any self-respecting elfling could manage, he wove a crown of golden daffodils. Usually, he would be accompanied by his ata, who in his opinion, was the best at making flower crowns in the whole world.

“Ata,” impatience snuck into Laurefindelë’s voice as he peaked into another empty hall. Where could his ata be– of course! How did he not check the garden yet?

With a renewed fervor, he rushed towards the backyard of their home. His footsteps rang in the silent corridors. Distantly, he could hear the chirping birds. His ata had probably just fed them.

He pushed the heavy wooden doors open and momentarily scrunched shut his eyes as the light of Laurelin blinded his eyes.

“Aiya! hinya,” his atar’s comforting voice reached him. He opened his eyes as he felt a bop on his nose. And there, crouching in front of him was his atar. Handsome, kind, and the finest ellon in the entirety of Arda.

“Let us see what you’ve got there.” With a flourish, his atar picked him up in an embrace. Golden hair, similar to his own, formed a shining halo around his father’s face. Purple eyes that shined with the light of Aman looked back at him.

Without a word, Laurefindelë plopped the flower crown on his ata’s head. Suddenly feeling shy he tried to look away from his father. “Oh my! Yondo, I love your creation.” Chuckling at the timid elfling, the Vanya ellon adjusted the crown resting on his head.

“I’d say you have surpassed me Laurefindelë.” Placing a gentle kiss on his forehead Laurefindelë’s ata placed him on a nearby chair. “Now, my dearest you must be hungry. Let me g–e _

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“Ata!” Glorfindel jolted awake. He was back in his unlit room. The brilliant light of the trees from his dream was gone. For only so long had the mercy of Irmo lasted. His ata�� he had seen him. He felt the surge of a very familiar pain in his chest. His ata…

A gentle breeze from his window ruffled the papers on his desk. They were smudged, dark ink that once carried a well-thought strategy was now nothing more than illegible scribble. Glorfindel felt wetness on his face.

At once, hundreds of years seem to hold no value. He felt vulnerable like the elfling showing his first creation to his father. A yearning stronger than the freezing Helcaraxe seemed to clutch him. Home… home, home he craved it. The brightly lit halls, the garden full of sparrows and pigeons, golden daffodils. He wanted it so badly. Yet, he had lost every right to it.

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“Ata! I do not want to be a normal ellon.” Once young elfling was now a full-grown ellon. His shoulders were broad with the settling youth. His eyes were grey, like that of Noldor, he got those from his mother.

Uncaring of his rising voice, Laurefindelë continued. “I do not want to live picking flowers from the valley, I do not want to spend my immortality singing praises of Manwe. I want to see the nether shores; I want to accompany my cousins to avenge grandfather.” The song of wrath clouded Laurefindelë’s mind. So, had been the case for all the Quendi who had listened to Feanor’s words.

“Yondo,” the Vanya noble, who had raised Laurefindelë with all the love a parent could summon, pleaded again. “Don’t go against the Valar yondo. Please listen to me.”

Ignoring his atar’s pleas Laurefindelë stepped back. “Even today you speak of them! Atar are you too unfeeling of our own people? Or are you like the rest of the Vanyar? I understand now, I understand my amil.” Muttering to himself Laurefindelë paid no mind to his atar’s shaking form.

“I would rather die fighting for my kin than cower in the hidden lands. I am no coward Atar, and I will prove my worth.” Unlike you had gone unsaid yet, the older ellon sensed it.

“Yondo…please.”

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His atar’s broken voice still rang in his mind. He had paid no heed to it back then. A thirst for glory, a yearning for knowledge led him away from the bright halls of his childhood.

Like the broken shards of a mirror, the estranged bond with his atar remained. Doom had been laid on him. He would never meet his ata again. His ata…his ata would spend eternity lamenting for a son who would never return.

Maybe, whatever Namo had done was right all along. After his actions and his words, Glorfindel feared he did not deserve the light anymore. Laurefindelë once had everything and whatever was left of him was Glorfindel. So, he would live and strive for that penance.

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“Glorfindel,” a quiet voice brought him back to the dark cell. For a moment he had forgotten about the woman next to him. Memories had clutched his fea fiercely that the world had stopped existing.

However, unaware of his inner turmoil, the woman continued speaking, “I don’t think your father can ever hate you.” Glorfindel flinched at the mention of his father from her. 

The woman smiled slightly with a pleasant expression. “I have failed to clear the name of my people, I have lived a miserable life despite the sacrifices of my family, I don’t pray twice a day like the custom of my people, I don’t even remember my mother tongue anymore. Yet, every time I think of seeing my family again, I can’t imagine anything unpleasant.”

With a dreamy look in her wandering eyes, she continued, “I imagine my father running to pick me up like he always did, I can almost see my brothers chasing me to the mango tree, and I can almost feel my mother’s embrace.” If Glorfindel wasn’t aware of the edain’s sleeping habits he would’ve assumed she was dreaming.

“So, Lord of Golden Flower, from what I feel your father would not spend years wallowing in rage or humiliation. No parent would. I am sure he would leave everything to embrace his son as he had done for years. Maybe he’ll pick you up like a child.” She chuckled as she patted the back of the sobbing elf lord next to her. She was certain of it.

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Golden daffodils were in bloom again. The entire valley was full of them.

Amongst the swaying flowers sat two ellon. One laughed merrily as the other tried to weave wayward stems into a pattern.