#the other kinslayings

[hellofeanor]

Objectively the funniest Reddit post I've ever seen.

[sakasakiii]

Dude I'm literally obsessed with your art, it's AMAZING. Also, thank you for making those family trees?! They're amazing and really help me with recalling who is who and related to who, lmao. You're literally the best, bless.

acckkkkk thank you nonnie!!!!! thats so kind of you to say! im especially thankful you like those family trees...... warning for incoming yap session! i pinned it on my blog bc i thought itd be helpful for ppl unfamiliar with my designs of who's-who, but looking back on it now ALMOST THREE YEARS LATER?!?!?!?!!???? there's so many things with it that i wish i could change! im really honoured that youve been finding it helpful with recalling who's related to who, but now i tend to feel guilty abt possibly feeding ppl the wrong information about tolkien's lore aaahahaha (seeing as some of the family relations there e.g. rumil being miriels dad, glorfindel being elenwe's brother, mags n his wife having two kids, are my own headcanon OTL)

nonetheless, its really really high praise to hear that and im very grateful you took the time to send in such a lovely ask, anon! ❤️ hearing all this talk of trees and whatnot made me think back to a tolkien untangled video i was watching where he basically said along the lines of 'most of the iconic elven genealogy in middle earth can be traced down to starting with finwe and elwe' which really shook my worldview HAHA... so in the spirit of continuing silly ask doodles, here's two bros doing some gardening together :D

thank you so much again for such kind words, and i hope you have a wonderful rest of your week!! and a very happy and belated new year's to everyone reading this! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

[crownedwithstars]

the reasons I think Fëanorians should not get the Silmarils back

it's a better and more compelling story this way. their fall from grace and the way they corrupt and destroy themselves because of a hopeless quest is peak tragedy, which would be ruined by their success.

it's a justified consequence of the Kinslayings: the right of ownership is not and cannot ever be more important than somebody else's right to live.

it's also a justified consequence of them stealing and destroying someone else's priceless semi-sacred property: Teleri will never get their ships back because Fëanor burned them out of spite, so it's only fair and square that the Silmarils are never returned to him or his heirs. 

if Stuff is so important to you that it causes you to ruin the lives of all your children, losing that Stuff forever is probably just karmic justice. (see also: "if more of us valued food and cheer above hoarded gold...")

And no, nobody else should have the Silmarils either. It's clear that having a Silmaril messes with your brain. At the end of the Silm, they should become public property. I would go even further than this and say that the actual resolution of the Silm, where nobody can have them and the single surviving jewel is carried as a star that everyone can indiscriminately see by a guy who never expressed a desire for it, is probably the only correct one. 

[chaos-of-the-abyss]

it's the best when i see falmari ocs who still remember the kinslaying at alqualonde and still begrudge the noldor. even better when they mention a feanorian or fingolfinian by name

[queerofthedagger]

One thing I think about a lot is that when Nargothrond falls, it is heavily implied that as good as everyone perished or, if not, got captured. Like, unlike with the Fall of Doriath, there is no mention at all of any refugees removing to the Mouth of Sirion - and yet, I assume that is very likely where Celebrimbor, at least, went? I definitely think he would have fought, but clearly he survived and neither Doriath nor Gondolin really were an option for him, and I doubt even more that he would have gone back to his family.

And there are a lot of implications to all that, but maybe the one that keeps me up most is that this means he would have likely been there when the refugees of Doriath arrived, when they told of what his family did. That his father is dead. What would he have been thinking? What would the survivors of Doriath been thinking? Like, I know there were technically several different camps to some extent, but I doubt they would have been wholly separate, especially upon arrival. What kind of horror to find someone who looks just like one of those guys who just slaughtered your friends and family. What kind of horror to look like someone who just committed such horrors.

He also would have been there when the third kinslaying occurred, or at least very close to it. What an experience, to end up on the other side of it. To see exactly what might have become of him had he not foresworn his father years ago, and also to see yet again what became of his family. Like yeah, everything before/during the Nargothrond Disaster would have already been formative for him and his future choices, but I do feel even being in the vicinity of all of that would have been such a dire reinforcement of all those convictions and reasons that made him disavow them in the first place. And especially in terms of the third kinslaying, it's also why I personally really doubt that there is a chance at any kind of reconciliation with any of the brothers, whether it's his father or I don't know, Maedhros or Maglor. Like, I just don't think there is any coming back fromt hat, really, if there ever was.

[feanorianethicsdepartment]

the more i think about it the more i believe doriath not letting the refugees from himlad - even pass through their lands, let alone shelter there, was perhaps a contributing factor to that part of the fëanorian host’s. virulent hatred of doriath

[sesamenom]

@general-illyrin @tar-thelien @who-needs-words I think you all mentioned being interested in the reverse gondolin au - is anyone interested in helping with wrangling the timelines, especially the second age stuff? Here's the current outline:

(Edit: anyone feel free to help out if you're interested!)

YT 14365 - Birth of Lomion

YT 14373/FA 1 - Death of Argon

FA

2 - Aredhel adopts Lomion

300 - Birth of Idril

316 - Turgon & Idril kidnapped by Eol

400 - Turgon & Idril rescued. Death of Eol

465 - Finrod more-peacefully passes throne to orodreth while on Quest. Everyone except beren still dies

472 - Nirnaeth. Turgon named High King of the Noldor.

476 - Turgon abdicates official title. Aredhel named High King of the Noldor.

496 - Tuor comes to Gondolin

502 - Wedding of Idril and Tuor

503 - Births of Earendil and Elwing. Idril begins to have foresight dreams about the Fall.

506 - Second Kinslaying. C^3 dead, celebrimbor stays in gondolin. Aredhel denounces the oath/kinslaying and disowns C^3

Elwing survives & is found by Oropher & Thranduil // Galadriel & Celeborn. oropher, thranduil, oropher's wife, and thranduil's then-gf // galadriel & celeborn take Elwing to Gondolin as refugees. The Silmaril is left hidden in the woods of melian's domain.

507 - Elwing comes to Gondolin.

509 - Idril captured by Morgoth. Idril reveals the location of Gondolin in exchange for an Oath to not harm her family (Turgon, Tuor, and Earendil). Idril rescued.

510 - Gondolin prepares for war with Morgoth.

513-522 - Siege of Gondolin. Deaths of Duilin and Rog. Gothmog slain by Aredhel the Huntress. First use of the Three Rings by Lomion and Celebrimbor in defense of Gondolin. House of the Hammer of Wrath destroyed.

523 - Maedhros believes a Silmaril is with Elwing at Gondolin.

525 - Earendil weds Elwing. Lomion weds ???. Adoption of Gil-Galad

532 - Births of Elrond and Elros.

538 - Third Kinslaying at Gondolin. Death of Amras. Elrond and Elros kidnapped by Maglor. Deaths of Elwing and Turgon. Second use of the Three Rings by Lomion and Celebrimbor. Deaths of Maedhros and Aredhel. Lomion named King of Gondolin and High King of the Noldor. Deaths of Salgant, Penlod, and Tuor. Earendil named Lord of the House of the Wing.

540-549 - War declared between Gondolin and the Feanorians of Himring over the Third Kinslaying and kidnapping of Princes Elrond and Elros.

549 - Elrond and Elros recovered. Feanorians and Gondolin severely weakened. Celebrimbor // Gil-Galad declared heir to the High Kingship.

552-554 - Second Siege & Fall of Gondolin. Third use of the Three Rings by Lomion and Celebrimbor. Deaths of Ecthelion, Glorfindel, Egalmoth, and Turgon. Idril and Celebrimbor lead survivors through the Secret Way.

555 - Gondolithlim refugees arrive at Sirion.

556 - Idril departs for Valinor.

558 - Earendil searches for Valinor.

560 - Havens of Sirion destroyed by Morgoth. Gondolithlim/Doriathrim survivors scattered. Elrond and Elros rescued (as adults) by Maglor.

572 - Morgoth controls Beleriand. Earendil and reembodied Elwing come to Valinor and rally the Host.

575-617 - War of Wrath

618 - Maglor claims the Silmaril from Eonwe's camp and casts himself into the Sea. Death of Maglor.

620 - End of the First Age.

SA

1 - Founding of the Grey Havens and Lindon under High King Lomion

2 - Elros becomes the first King of Numenor

c. 500 - Sauron returns to Middle-Earth in the East.

650 - Eregion is founded

1000 - Galadriel is given Vilya; Lomion wields Nenya

1170 - Annatar comes to Lindon and Lomion turns him away. Lomion warns Celebrimbor of Eregion of his suspicions.

1200 - Annatar comes to Eregion. Celebrimbor takes him in to monitor.

1250 - Celebrimbor creates the Seven; Lomion creates the Nine.

1410 - Annatar is kicked out of Eregion.

1600 - The One Ring is forged. Sauron remains in hiding.

1610 - Sauron begins to gather and prepare armies in the East.

1673 - War of the Elves and Sauron begins.

1675 - Sauron invades Eriador.

1677 - Fall of Ost-in-Edhil. Celebrimbor and Lomion remain at the House of the Mirdain. Death of Celebrimbor in battle // Fourth use of the Three in battle. Sauron does not learn of the Seven. Founding of Imladris.

1678 - Sauron defeated by the Numenoreans and the Elves of Lindon.

1679 - Sauron flees to Mordor. First White Council held.

3147 - Civil war in Numenor.

3225 - Ar-Pharazon seizes the Sceptre.

3228 - Elrond claims the Sceptre. Ar-Pharazon disowned. Tar-Miriel named Ruling Queen.

3232 - Sauron taken to Numenor as a prisoner.

3274 - Elrond kicks Sauron out of Numenor and outlaws the morgoth cult.

3310 - Morgoth cult publicly reappears.

3319 - Downfall of Numenor. Tar-Miriel leads a greater force of the Faithful away.

(green // blue means two main options, red means i need to think about it more)

The main details I'm figuring out right now are

does Celebrimbor still die at Eregion - I don't think he's getting captured/tortured, but he could still die in the battle. On the other hand, he could probably survive by using Narya & Lomion using Nenya, but that would definitely have repercussions further down the line

how does Idril's deal work - I'm currently thinking of Idril exchanging the location of Gondolin for her family's guaranteed safety, because it seems in character for Reverse Idril? But on the other hand, even if I limit it to immediate family at the time of the oath (tuor, turgon, earendil) then idk where turgon dies? Maybe Maglor can kill him but that seems kind of random

where and how does Turgon die

how does Prince Elrond's character even work

how does Numenor still fall when factoring in Prince Elrond - I'm thinking that the morgoth death cult gained enough traction during the time sauron was there that even after Elrond kicks him out, the cult still sticks around and reemerges later? The Fall still happens, but they never go to attack valinor and there's a good deal more Faithful (maybe 40-60%?)

[a-lonely-dunedain]

Has this been done before?

[lordgrimwing]

Ages

(as in: you're how old?!)

Another gala made infinitely better by Elrond’s presence. Gil-galad relaxed in the carriage, legs extended across the slightly bouncing box (he’d never claim it was a great carriage. Whoever made it clearly had more whimsy than sense, which matched his air at parties. It was perfectly serviceable) to the plush bench across from him. 

Elrond (his savior from all things dull and boring and political) looked at his soft, embroidered slippers and shook his head. Clearly, he still thought the footwear choice for the evening was ridiculous despite how Gil-galad displayed himself to his best ability on the dance floor. He, of course, wore practical wood bottomed shoes that wouldn’t have a hole in the heel after a night of stifling reserved and polite revelry—how very Elrond of him. 

Endearing really. At least he’d worn the pair Gil-galad commissioned special for him last year and not the pair he wore to work in the healing halls (very practical, amazingly comfortable, very not suited for someone under his patronage). 

As usual, the evening started with Elrond nearly clinging to his arm as he introduced him as the ‘bright, up and coming physician’s apprentice’ he’d snatched up. They made the rounds, said all the proper ‘how do you does’ to all the right people, avoided the people he really did not want to talk to (they would have wanted to talk politics with him and strategy and career opportunities, which he just wasn’t in to) (was it too much to ask to remain where he was, fair outside of the High Family’s notice?), and ate some truly divine petit fours. Gil-galad had to defend Elrond’s place on his elbow or risk losing the witty commentary on the events to some lord or lady wanting to snatch him off for a dance or three. Made him feel very noble, defending his friends honor from the horrors of the petty nobility who definitely just wanted to know him for his connection to the crown (or to the dispossessed wandering sons of Fëanor who some thought had the greatest claim to the throne and whom Elrond just so happened to be raised by).

Overall, a blinding success yet again.

There was one thing that weighed on his mind. 

Elrond was so charming and graceful despite that wild upbringing with the nomads, it was easy to forget he hadn’t always been connected to Lindon’s lower court. Sometimes things came up that everyone knew about because they were either in the vicinity when it happened or because it came up every few years on polite gossip and reminiscence—everyone, that was, but Elrond. 

This time, it was a joke. Well, not so much a joke and half of story about a certain blond prince and his penchant for unsavory wildlife, but everyone knew the best parts that went without saying (because as it turns out one should generally keep the more lurid details of a minor and hilarious scandal out of everyday chatter when a High Prince was involved, just in case) and found the story perfectly timed and execute and laugh worthy. Gil-galad himself halved until he had tears in his eyes and Elrond had to rescue his drink so he didn’t spill it on the floor, or worse, on his brocade robe (a pain to have cleaned. More reason to keep Elrond all to himself and never lose his sensible head). After that, Elrond turned to him in all seriousness with far more questions that he could answer in a full room.

Because, of course, Elrond hadn’t been here. He hadn’t been in Lindon. He hadn’t been born. Surely his parents (well, the mortal one at least. The elf father (because it was always the elf who sired in these cases. Peculiar and perhaps worthy of later exploration) most likely was traipsing around somewhere) had still been many generations from being born. He didn’t know. 

He was young. All half-elves were, not that Gil-galad had met many others but one did hear about these kinds of things. They were only half elf, after all, and the other half was mortal (humans, almost exclusively, though he heard rumor of a dwarf once), and being half mortal they had a habit of dying like mortals. Unfortunate. He liked not thinking about that.

So, how old was he? 

Gil-galad squinted across the carriage at him, thinking. 

“What?” Elrond asked, staring back at him. “Is there icing in my hair again?”

(The icing incident happened six months ago, and they’d all had a good laugh about it. He wouldn’t be opposed to picking pink icing out of that curly brown hair again).

“How old are you?”

He couldn’t be more than four-hundred years old, maybe as young as three-hundred. His face had some lines but nothing like the older mortal races or even the truly elderly elves (like Círdan, the old gaffer, still insisting he could take his little sailboat out alone like he wasn’t the oldest elf this side of Cuiviénen—wherever that was). A reasonable age. Just a bit younger than him. A good age for dealing with minor nobles. 

“About one-hundred and seventy. Why?”

And living in the middle of nowhere would explain why he missed out on all the good gossip and—wait. 

“What?”

Elrond shrugged his narrow shoulders (but not too narrow. He’d seen how they’d started filling out over the last few years). “Well, I don’t know exactly. Birthdates didn’t seem all that important in the middle of a plague village.” 

“You’re a baby!” The first thing he thought of popped out of his mouth, as sometimes happened when he was relaxed.

“I’m well past elven majority, thank you.” Elrond sounded incensed. “And I’ve seen humans grow up and die, so I’m far from an infant.”

“A hundred and seventy,” Gil-galad repeated, pulling his diverging thoughts back to some semblance of focus. “You’re not even two-hundred and I’ve introduced you to the vices of drink and leaf!”

Elrond snorted. “Dwarven pipeleaf is a superior cultivar, and Maglor gave us rags soaked in aloe liquor to suck whenever we were teething. The only thing you’ve introduced me to is decidedly tame dancing.”

“And the best peaches you’ve ever tried,” Gil-galad insisted, still off balance (he could have done without the reminder that Elrond grew in his teeth all wrong as a child and new ones just kept popping up every few months. At some point he got a whole new set of teeth as a child. Might his body just up and decide that he needed a third set at some point, like some kind of shark? He did not need that kind of body horror in his mind right now).

“And the best peaches,” Elrond agreed. 

Yes, yes, fruit was a topic he could manage.

“Tomorrow,” he announced, stretching his arms and folding them behind his head, “I am going to bring you dewmelon and mulberry in cream and you will never forgive me for not introducing you to it sooner.”

Elrond laughed. “Don’t you have council meetings and work all day tomorrow? That’s all you complained about yesterday.”

Gil-galad sat up, pulled his feet off the seat, and leaned forward. He put a finger to his friend’s lips, hushing him. “Elrond,” he said, “please don’t spoil my imagination with reality.”

He felt Elrond smile under his hand. 

“Okay, but only for tonight.”

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

POV your girlfriend puts the devil to sleep and you opt to steal his treasure instead of killing him.

My dad casually says ‘[Beren] could’ve killed [morgoth].’

Yes, Beren wasn’t considering this possibility. But: why not? I will not call Beren self-serving. But he clearly was not serving the war effort.

Very few of Tolkien’s characters are proactively good, and very few are proactively evil.

One cannot seperate morally passive characters.

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

Ok, but i can just imagine, many years post canon in valinor when legolas is visiting the twins at the same time as the kidnap dads are visiting elrond:

Maglor, trying to be friendly with his grandsons’ friend: so... what are your thoughts in regards to the kinslayings?

Legolas: idk, i mean it’s not like i was directly affected by it so i can’t exactly hold out too much judgement. Also, while horrible, the shit ya’ll did does not even come near my top 100 fucked up things i’ve witnessed while in middle earth.

Maedhros: wasn’t- wasn’t your grandfather, oropher, from Doriath though?

Legolas: lmao, yeah, but if you think he didn’t contemplate murder, specifically regicide, a time or 100, then you’ve clearly never met him.

Legolas: besides, he once tried to destroy the world way back in the days before Orome stumbled across the elves, he has no leg to stand on.

Maedhros:...

Maglor: your dad, though?

Legolas: both my father and grandmother chose to stay with the silvans when they split off during the great journey. So even if grandfather Oropher had died in doriath, it wouldn’t have affected my existence.

Legolas: so like i said, it’s really not my place to hold a grudge against you when there are plenty of elves that were actually affected by it doing the job just fine.

.——————————————————

Btw, this is my Miriel and thranduil are twins au so don’t come at me with “but that’s not canon!”

[gwaedhannen]

[Excerpt from Sorrow Beyond Words: Collected Testimony of the War of Wrath, 4th Edition; ed. Elrond Peredhel. Archive of Cîw Annúminas, inaugural collection]

“Simply reaching Menegroth was a struggle. Doriath had become a twisting nightmare of overgrowth and rot and mists, as Morgoth’s power warred with the remains of the Girdle and our old songs. Ai, our home, our haven! I know the name of every holly in Region, before the exile. We found deadfalls surrounded by dozens of animals who’d lain down beside the trees and rotted before they died. Blind moose more antler than flesh staggered towards us even after a dozen arrows. Vines covered in dripping thorns reached for our eyes. The cherry trees were overladen with fruits that smelled like gangrene. Deildhod stumbled into a nest of maddened vipers, and only escaped because their tails were all tangled together into a festering mass and could hardly move. We never saw or heard a single bird. I’m amazed we lost no one in that whole push through Region. No, I speak a lie. I know how we passed through with nothing worse than scrapes. Elrond was with us, and the ghost of Melian’s love still recognized her kin.

“Esgalduin had nearly been dammed by one of Hírilorn’s fallen boles, but the bridge still held. We crossed and reached the ruined gates, wrought twice and broken twice. Within there was only darkness to be seen; we knew not what manner of horrors Morgoth had sent to infest the city, but Ingwion was unwilling to leave them at the rear of his forces as he moved north, if it could be helped. Celeborn stood at Elrond’s right and myself at his left. Far less an honor guard than the heir of Elu Thingol and Melian Besain deserved. Yet in those dark days it was all the honor we could muster. King Dior Eluchíl had known thirty-six summers when he was unrighteously slain. Queen Elwing Nimaew thirty-five when despair took her to the sea. Lord Elrond Peredhel beheld the city of Elu for the first and only time in his twenty-ninth summer.

“Elrond stood before his inheritance and Sang. He sang a lament, for the lost endless years of joy and peace, for deep halls lit by birdsong and echoing with wisdom, for the Forsaken People who awoke the forest and earth with many voices, for the works of beauty never to be seen again on this side of the sea. He sang a promise, that the glory of Menegroth will be remembered in the songs of Middle-Earth for as long as its children endure. He sang thanks, for the protection the halls granted us until it could shelter us no more. As his song at last ceased, I thought I heard nightingales answering him.

“Stars shone on his brow, and his hair glistened as the vault of night, and the memories of our once-eternal bliss in the woods of Thingol’s realm under Elbereth’s gifts arose in my mind. Let Oropher dream of a deep hall for his own; let Celeborn reign where he will at his wife’s side! I knew in my heart, as the echo of nightingale songs faded, that there was no lord or king I would ever stand beside save Elrond Elwingion.

“The living stone in which our kingdom once thrived knew his voice, and at long last laid down its burden and passed. The darkness over Menegroth was lifted, and we went forth into its corpse, and no beast or orc could stand before us. I do not sing of what we found and left behind when we cast down the bridge and gave leave for the river to flood the caves. It is not worth remembering.”

[novusimperialis]

A! Elbereth Gilthoniel! Silivren penna miriel O menal aglar elenath, Gilthoniel, A! Elbereth! We still remember, we who dwell In this far land beneath the trees Thy starlight on the Western Seas.

Y'know, i think the clans would've empathised with the noldor, before the invasion. A homeland far away, that they cannot yet return to, leaving them to sing and dream of its shores.

also makes me wonder whether tolkien's works survived that far, and if records of them joined the clans in their exodus (or survived the fires of succession). how much of our literature remains to them, 500, 1000 years from now?

(probably quite a bit, we're not exactly working on warhammer 40k timescales here)

[heireign]

WHAT TAROT CARD ARE YOU ?

JUSTICE — what would you do to ensure justice? you know full well i don’t speak of lofty ideals and courts and magistrates, dearest. what would you do to those that hurt you? if I dropped them in your lap, what would you do? what kind of pain could you possibly inflict upon them? you are right to do so. you are right to want to do so. ignore the screaming, dearest, you are the hand of justice now, and they hurt you. do not look too closely at their faces, dearest. you are within your rights. you spell out your own rights, now. are you happy about it? are you certain that this is the right person you hold by the hair? does your anger hurt less now?

tagged by: @nonpareil

tagging: @lenfear , @wulfmaed , @oflorien , @belayadeath , @sanctamater , @lcerys , and @zalarys

[zealouswerewolfcollector]

I’ve been thinking about Maglor being a better swordsman than Maedhros and a more skilled fighter. Maedhros has more brute strength, more presence on the battlefield and he’s more terrifying, but if it came to a single combat between the two of them, Maglor would have a greater chance to win.

Or rather, if their memories of each other were erased and they didn’t know they were brothers, then Maglor would have a greater chance to win. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to fight Maedhros as he would have fought someone else and would still lose. 

[ladystoneboobs]

wrt valonqar speculation, if the valonqar is allowed to be someone else's unrelated younger sibling, let's stretch that to use the "but maester aemon said gender doesn't matter in hv" clause to mean the valonqar is not even restricted to being a younger brother either. that makes just as much sense as noting the prophecy says the valonqar, not your valonqar. what if cersei is killed by someone else's sister who keeps a lannister vendetta list? no, i don't mean arya stark, dummies. i mean her undead mother, lady stoneheart!

but catelyn was an eldest child, not anyone's younger sibling you say? wrong! "Her two older brothers had both died in infancy", meaning she was actually a younger, thirdborn child. if the valonqar is not restricted to cersei's own brothers, and could be younger siblings in general, why not count someone who was a younger sister only to two dead brothers she never knew? of all the non-lannister younger siblings, did anyone else specifically dream of strangling cersei? ("dream of riding to King's Landing and wrapping my hands around Cersei Lannister's white throat and squeezing until her face turns black." compare that to the valonqar prophecy of "the valonqar shall wrap his hands about your pale white throat and choke the life from you." why else would grrm ever repeat the unique phrasing of "white throat" in such a way? obviously it has to mean something!) and the chapter where cat speaks of her dreams of choking cersei (Catelyn V, aCoK) comes right before her chapter revealing the existence of two dead elder brothers (Catelyn VI, aCoK). that can't be a coincidence, people! grrm wants us to connect those two facts in the back of our minds, so when the true valonqar is revealed it will be shocking but make perfect sense in retrospect to those few of us who have been paying attention.

c'mon now, folks! who has a higher lannister threat level: the former lannister dog who killed his brothers' goons only in self-defense and became a lamed dog; the knight of flowers who has only ever killed baratheon soldiers, his own men included; some child whose little hands probably can't strangle anyone; or the spirit of vengeange hunting down all frey- and lannister-affiliated enemies, who had cersei lannister near the top of her hit list before her death? i rest my case. accept no other non-lannister valonqar substitutions.