#second kinslaying

[wisteria53]

Second Kinslaying sons of Fëanor: Curufin, Celegorm and Caranthir.... they all three die

Curufin, Celegorm & Caranthir at the second kinslaying or something like that.

[thelien-art]

Death of Celegorm

We are not going to talk about how long this took... anyway I´m actually surprisingly happy about it :)

[cilil]

The more I dig into the lore around the Second Kinslaying for my current project, the more I'm fascinated by the detail that it was specifically Dior who killed Celegorm. That's one of the main details we get, we aren't even explicitly told who killed Dior, Nimloth, Curufin and Caranthir, just that they were slain.

Celegorm meets his end at the hands of the son of the woman he tried to marry, the son of the couple he fought against and I just love it when narrative threads come full circle (or parallel one another).

I know opinions differ in regards to the level of sexual or romantic interest Celegorm had in Lúthien, as well as the exact appearance of Dior, but this is why I love having him look like a male copy of his mother. I love the idea that Celegorm, in a way, sees her face one more time, but this time it's Dior's. I love the idea that the opponent he fights to the death looks like Lúthien. I love the idea that Dior's face may have been the last thing he saw.

And yes, I also love the idea that Dior may have wanted revenge for what happened to his mother.

If you then put the Silmaril aside for a moment, you can see a more private, personal conflict at the heart of this tragedy: Dior vs Celegorm, though Dior, true to his name meaning "successor", acts as a sort of stand-in for Beren, Lúthien and Thingol in Celegorm's perception.

It's just... ugh. So very fascinating and emotional and tragic.

[thetiredprometheus]

*where he was completely and irreversibly emotionally destroyed, gave up on trying to be a good person and put the need to fulfil the oath over everything else

[tolkien-povs]

Just something about how Maglor composing the Noldotantë and committing three more kinslayings afterwards has the same/ similar vibe as Fëanáro yelling, "Get thee gone from my gate thou jail-crow of Mandos" and him literally trying to follow and enter the gate of said jail-crow.

[serene-faerie]

What I hate the most about Fëanorian apologia is how the onus is always put on the victims who suffered from the Fëanorians. The Fëanorians are never held accountable for their crimes.

It’s always,

“Olwë and the Teleri should’ve just heard out Fëanor and handed over their ships to the Noldor.”

And not,

“Fëanor should’ve respected Olwë’s refusal and found another way to get to Beleriand, instead of slaughtering the Teleri and stealing their ships.”

It’s always,

“Thingol overreacted to the First Kinslaying, and he should’ve just trusted the Fëanorians.”

And not,

“The Fëanorians should’ve shown more respect to Thingol and actually apologized for slaughtering Thingol’s kindred in Alqualondë.”

It’s always,

“Thingol should’ve put aside his grievances and joined the Union of Maedhros.”

And not,

“Maedhros should’ve apologized to Thingol for Celegorm and Curufin trying to abduct Lúthien if he was serious about having an alliance with Doriath.”

It’s always,

“Dior could’ve avoided the Second Kinslaying by handing over the Silmaril.”

And not,

“Regardless of the Silmaril, the Fëanorians were wrong to attack a severely-weakened kingdom and murder innocent people— including leaving six-year-olds in the woods to die.”

Its always,

“Elwing could’ve avoided the Third Kinslaying by giving up the Silmaril.”

And not,

“The Fëanorians should’ve waited for Eärendil to return so that both parties could resolve this civilly, instead of jumping straight to slaughtering a settlement of refugees.”

It’s always,

“The Fëanorians were right to commit mass-murder because property rights are more important than people’s lives.”

Never,

“The Fëanorians were so obsessed with getting the Silmarils back that they prioritized those jewels over innocent people, and their victims have every right to hate and mistrust them.”

Why is there so much victim-blaming??? Why are they being blamed for the choices of Fëanor and his sons???

Regardless of who the Silmaril belongs to, the Sons of Fëanor always had a choice to do what’s right. They were never forced to commit mass-murder, they deliberately made the choice to commit mass-murder. If they’d treated the Sindar with a bit more grace and respect, perhaps they could’ve come to some kind of solution together. If they’d taken responsibility for their crimes and made proper amends, perhaps the Sindar would’ve been a bit more willing to ally with them.

They don’t do any of that. They expect the Sindar to just blindly respect them when they haven’t done anything to earn it. And then they wonder why most of the Sindar hate their guts.

All of the consequences the Fëanorians face are ultimately on them. Not their victims.

So please, let’s just tone down the victim-blaming already.

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

Every take about Dior is juicier than the last. He bested all three Cs in single combat before Maglor felled him in a mighty rage? He was sent rabid after seeing Celegorm kill Nimloth and skewered him bloodily? He was more feral than Feanor and there are gratuitous paintings of him facing off with balrog-like feanorians? Don’t mind if I do. 

[joetamy]

I hear the fireworks take off, and with that, I bid everyone a happy new years! ✨🎉 What better way to start the coming year, than absolutely slaying? Close up below~

[chaos-of-the-abyss]

dior violently mauling celegorm caranthir and curufin: pfft i'm the only one serving cunt here. are you three not embarrassed

[mahtariel-of-himring]

Ok, but what if Thranduil hates dwarves so much, not because of the whole betrayal but because the group of elves that primarily got along with and befriended the dwarves were the Fëanorian‘s?

Maedhros and Azaghâl?

Caranthir and Telchar?

Celebrimbor and Narvi?

And Thranduil of course despises the Fëanorian’s because of the second kinslaying and since they’re so known for befriending dwarves he decided that they couldn’t be good.

[grey-gazania]

Anyway I do think Maedhros put the cruel servants of Celegorm to death before he went off in search of Elured and Elurin.

[sallysavestheday]

Because the weather is foul here, have a little horrible Celegorm, in Doriath.

The snow hides them almost to the gates, falling fast and thick and masking their footprints, veiling their white cloaks and concealing the subtle movements of their approach from any watching eyes. Celegorm has planned the assault for this bitter season, contrived the camouflage, waited for the weather to be in their favor. He has always loved a winter hunt: the pearled flakes of snow lend a mystery to the kill, and the chill wind masks the metallic tang of blood. Menegroth is beautiful, they say, restored from the days of Thingol’s madness and graced anew with the Silmaril’s light. But the grey-elves have no right to the jewel, and they have resisted the call to relinquish it. Maedhros insisted on protocol – letters before swords – as though any heir of the erstwhile King of Doriath would heed the Sons of Fëanor. Celegorm scorned that diplomacy, his whole self focused on the prize. Now he will have it, once and for all. He cuts through the guard, through the assembled courtiers, knowing only the pull of the gem, the drag toward the man-king whose claim to that radiance cannot be borne. He sees nothing of the magnificence through which he whirls. There is only the tunnel of his blade’s circumference, the brilliant heat and pressure of the Oath. The pain between his temples and behind his heart. It calls him: that fire, the gift he longs to render to his Lord. His feet are drawn to it as though following a scent in the ancient woods. He slips out of time, believes himself to be running with the Hunt, chasing his quarry eagerly, hungry for the kill. As Celegorm’s arm draws back for the blow, Dior looks him full in the face, furious and desperate and proud. He has Lúthien’s eyes. Melian’s eyes. Oromë’s eyes, god-gold and outraged: the hawk stooping, fierce and fell. The walls of the great caverns tremble with Celegorm’s bay of despair. His arm falls, too heavy now to stop. His body tumbles after it, meeting Dior’s rising blade with an urgent certainty, answering his own wild call. They fall together in a tangle of limbs, gasping, clutching. As through a mist, Celegorm hears the Hunter’s horn. He rolls until his lips touch his own blood coating the white marble floor. It is cooling quickly, spread out like an offering in the depths of the winter. As his breath leaves him, Celegorm whispers Oromë’s name. He tastes the bitter iron of his heart and smiles.

Also on AO3, as part of Beloved, Forsaken, Redeemed.

[ardashitposting]

[tolkien-povs]

POV:

You compose a song narrating your remorse of the first kinslaying you did, and proceed to do two more even worse kinslayings a while later.