#then amrod walks out and goes 'what's all this then?'

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#reblogging my own posts#free to use#everyone should check out the notes on this post yall have great ideas#silmarillion#elves#valinor#bonus points: no one ever officially cancelled the decree making Formenos and its surroundings the lands of Feanor and his kin#Caranthir ir Amrod or whoever is now the liege lord of several thousand people he never met#they mostly think it's cool - a real Ancient Kinslayer in the ruined city! how Authentic (tm)!#they don't really listen to his orders but will help clean out a house for him and pay some taxes/admittance fees to the theme park#and sure he can represent them in council in Tirion if he wants; they've all been ignoring the city and will continue to do so

Elves born in the Second and Third Ages are used to having the ruins of earlier eras scattered around the landscape being Aesthetic, and are disappointed that there aren’t any in Valinor.

So they deliberately build cities, attack them with siege weaponry, and abandon them. It only takes around two hundred years to get that Haunted Vibe!

[polutrope]

If you like: AU where Feanor & Co. comes to Middle-earth *without* the first kinslaying...

💖.

AU - First Kinslaying Didn't Happen

I've had to ponder this for a while. So much conflict and plot gets sacrificed if the Noldor don't have their Fall at Alqualonde! But okay, here's what happens:

Feanor, speaks to the Teleri t Alqualonde. But ,,this time, he uses better rhetoric, and Finarfin gets there earlier to do some damage control. Feanor stirs up longing in the hearts of a least half the Teleri to return to their forsaken kin.

Olwe wishes to return and find his brother, but as leader he feels bound to remain with those who wish to stay. But his daughter Earwen goes. The Teleri follow Finarfin and Earwen.

Now there are three hosts under the three sons of Finwe, with Feanor's being the smallest.

So the Noldor & Teleri have boats (yay!) but far, far too few for so big a host. And, because the boats belong to the Teleri, the deal is Finarfin and the Teleri gets to sail them up the coasts.

Now Feanor is being humiliated (as he sees it) by not one but both of his brothers.

Earwen (Finarfin is there, but he is tired; he doesn't really want to do this, honestly) informs the Noldor that they will be sailing to Endor first. They are the better sailors, after all, and there are those among them who dwelt on the very same coasts they are returning to. Once they've scouted it out, they will come back for the others.

Feanor is not having it. He is not letting those Teleri come at Morgoth first!! He plots with his sons to steal the ships. But Earwen is not blinded by kinship and inferiority complexes wrt Feanor; she is one step ahead of him. Earwen and her children set sail in the night.

Finarfin stays behind with the noble but misguided hope that his presence there will somehow keep things peaceable between Feanor and Fingolfin, and reassure them that Earwen intends to come back.

The Teleri have an easy journey over the sea. (Osse is pleased to see them returning to Beleriand, and Ulmo and the rest of the Valar have no reason to try to stop them.)

But it's not so easy when they land. They are immediately spotted by the orc host besieging the Falas. Seeing as they did not listen to Morgoth, they have few weapons and no knowledge of warfare. If not for Finarfin's children and their small contingent of people, who do have some knowledge of war, they would have been completely destroyed.

Angrod and Aegnor drive the host back to Angband... however, they are themselves killed in the valiant push.

Back in Araman, things are tense. Feanor has got it in his head that they should cross the Helcaraxe. There's no way Fingolfin is leading his people across the Helcaraxe, that would be insane. Swords are drawn in council -- Maedhros and Fingon have to wrestle their fathers away from killing each other.

Realising it's better for everyone if they are separated, even Feanor's more reasonable sons get behind his plan to cross the Helcaraxe; in bitterness, they set out without Fingolfin's people.

Meanwhile, in Beleriand, the Teleri of Aman have made contact with the Sindar. Cirdan and Thingol's people agree to help the diminished Teleri sail back for the Noldor they left behind.

They reach Araman to find Fingolfin in conflict with his children over whether to return to Tirion (Fingolfin) or push on to Beleriand (his children). There's also poor Finarfin who would definitely go back if his wife and children were not already over there.

After much debate, everyone decides to take ship, some with more enthusiasm than others. They come to Beleriand.

Meanwhile, on the Helcaraxe, Feanor falls through the ice and dies. (Yep, just like that.)

His sons press on under the determined but untested leadership of Maedhros.

The brothers bicker a lot. Amrod gets pissed off enough to try and turn back, but within sight of his brothers he is swallowed by the ice. So: that's what happens if you try to walk away from the Oath, they all think.

The remaining six come into Beleriand with the first rising of the Moon and Sun and march unhindered straight to the gates of Angband and bang on the gates. No one answers.

The sons retreat south ...

... where they find Fingolfin fully established as a vassal king to Thingol. Fuck that: a) that's not your kingship; b) you made the kingship of the Noldor a vassalage to a Teler?

They also do some mental gymnastics to make it Fingolfin's fault they crossed the Helcaraxe. They had to leave! How else could they have kept peace between their father (dead now btw!) and Fingolfin?? And it's not like they could turn back to Tirion, they had their Oath, you know.

The situation among the Noldor is bad. And no one's captive in Angband to provide an opportunity for conciliatory rescues. What a shame.

Eventually, with all the conflicts brewing, there's still Elf-on-Elf war, but it's in Beleriand. And it's bigger, and worse, with slaying of actual close kin.

Morgoth makes popcorn and laughs.

[aldarquen]

Silmarillion (and LOTR) characters as things my friends have said: Part 5 (Camp Staff Reunion addition!)

Fëanor: “Who’s pulling into our driveway..” Finwë: “The Feds… They’re coming for you.” Gimli: “And that’s all I’m hired for: Comic Relief.” *canned laughter*

Tar-Mairon: *posts pic of random food* Ar-Pharazon: “Is that sweet and sour?” Tar-Miriel: “Is it even food?” Tar Mairon: “Blood.”🤪 Thranduil: *takes sip from glass* “You know what that tastes like? Another one.” Everybody else: *playing games in the snow* Mandos: *pulls a skeleton out of his car*

Celegorm: “I would do some shady shit for one of those good pulled pork sandwiches.” Maedhros: “You know what? I’m out. I don’t even wanna know…” Istari: *gets matching flannel shirts Radagast: *goes a step further by wearing Carhartt overalls and an ushanka* “Leaf peep that Forest Fit.” Finrod: *starts singing VeggieTales theme during party* Sauron: “Everyone, I heard that there’s some wild dogs roaming amok around so be careful!”

Maedhros, Celegorm, Caranthir, Curufin, Ambarussa: *start shouting over Cards against Humanity* Maglor: *walks in* “I DON’T KNOW WHAT WE’RE YELLING ABOUT!” Pippin: “Almost forgot: breakfast!” *bag of m&ms* Celegorm: “So much potential for eel-related activities! One night, you’re gonna wake up with copious amounts of eels in your sleeping quarters!” Maglor: *chokes on drink* “Um excuse you, no I’m fucking not.” Amrod: “You said you needed more staff for washing dishes? Do you know my little brother? He’d love working in the kitchen!. Just ignore him if he starts complaining or trying to leave: we can always get chains…”

Frodo: *pokes his head up into attic* Legolas (already in attic): “Awww you’re like a little prairie dog!”

Fëanor: (from the other room) "Oops I fucked up.." *wood stove noises* *fire alarms screech*

[doodle-pops]

Maedhros Dating Tall! Reader

Request: What about Maedhros reaction to a tall female elf who reaches his shoulder? Plus points if Maedhros brothers call them "walking trees cause they're too tall" - anon

A/N: Tall reader and Maedhros coming right up. Hope you enjoy it.

- So, if you’re an elf and you’re as tall as Maedhros, congratulations, you just found your picture-perfect match.

- Because you’re as tall or the same height as him, Maedhros would be in awe of your most prominent feature. He understands the teasing that goes behind being tall, so he’s always going to be defending you.

- This means that the both of you get to bond over all the teasing that people give to you both. From “How’s the weather up there?” to “What can you see from up there?” to endless nicknames that relate to tall objects.

- “Ah yes, if it isn’t my two favourite trees.” – Celegorm, Amras, Amrod

- As you are tall like Maedhros, you get to wear his clothes without them drowning your form. Most of the clothes would be baggy because you’re probably not as muscular as him.

- It’s a sight that makes him fawn over you even more.

- Despite being tall, you might believe that Maedhros would be intimidated and become self-conscious because of the whole standards that society preaches, “males should be taller than females” but he isn’t.

- He uses the opportunity to spoil you even more since they probably don’t have clothes for such tall females. So, expect every week to have gifts custom made delivered to your door with a loving note attached.

- If anyone insults your height, be prepared to be defended like your life depends on it. He refuses to stand by and allow people to criticize one of the most amazing attributes that make you special in his eyes.

- The benefit to being the same height as it prevents him from having to crane his neck to kiss your forehead or lips and it’s something that he’s mentioned to you on many occasions.

- He still loves to pick you up and twirl you around, allowing you to still experience romantic gestures despite your height. He never allows your height to be a reason to discourage him from dishing out affections.

- Cuddling with him becomes a mess of tangled intertwined long limbs. Legs are just lazily thrown over the other while you both are wrapped up in a loving embrace.

- Being the same height means that you’re saved from breaking your neck to look up at him, likewise for him look down on you.

- His family, mostly his brothers and Fingon, tease you both saying that when you have children, they’ll be like trees.

- Once for an anniversary you were celebrating with him, as an inside joke, you got him a matching necklace with a tree pendant on it to symbolize your height.

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Feanorians at the Beach

↠ Feanor - harassing some poor ship maker to lend him their boats to sail the sea. Burnt their boat and everyone else boats because they refused. -1000000/10 don't take him to the beach unless you want to be arrested.

↠ Maedhros - gave up on attempting to stop his father and company from burning the boats. Ends up tripping over his long limbs and cuts his hand on something sharp. Spends the rest of the day with paramedics. 3/10 at least you'll be spending time with him away from the chaotic family surrounded by antiseptic.

↠ Maglor - came to the beach to unintentionally host a concert. Now, elves and sea folks and the crabs and birds are gathered around him chanting his name for him to stop. 2/10 his voice is fair but we came to the beach to have fun not cry.

↠ Celegorm - doing every dangerous or nearly dangerous activity. like surfing a 200ft wave in a rocky area because YOLO or base jumping without the parachute. He's a terror and was the reason for fights on the beach. Knocked down Caranthir sandcastle and now sports two black eyes. -10/10 if you want to have fun he's your guy but he'll drag you to daredevil stunts, so you'll die.

↠ Caranthir - the normal one out of everyone. Chose to stick with his mother the entire time and sip on his margaritas and build his sandcastles. He did become a bit of a nuisance because he'd walk around and complain about the prices of everything and almost fought with a random person for spilling his drink. 8.5/10 he's not gonna drag you to perform daredevil stunts or start fires, you'll just be chilling the entire time away from everyone.

↠ Curufin - three things he could be doing, helping his father, helping Celegorm trying to kill himself or plotting to get the whole beach to himself and his family. Celegorm ended up helping him and now they're both riding backseat along with their father to spend the night in jail. -1000/10 you're gonna get arrested alongside him. Nothing is gonna go as planned forever.

↠ Amrod - was pranking some poor unfortunate soul and got caught, so he had to hide from them. Unfortunately, hid among the boats and nearly got roasted by his father when he was throwing his hissy fit. 4/10 everything was going great until the prank, don't follow him into hiding unless you like barbeque.

↠ Amras - was pranking alongside his brother and got sidetracked to see what Celegorm and Curufin were doing. Took part in one event and said nope, came back to meet half the beach in flames and his father dancing before the fire. Found his brother medium-rare sitting in the water. 9/10 nothing's gonna happen when you're with him so you're bound to have fun at the beach.

↠ Celebrimbor - was searching the beach and found some shiny objects and decided to make something with them. Along came another seeker who wanted to help him build. Turned out when there were finished the seeker did the whole 'what's over there?' and ran off with the finished product because they wanted it. 4/10 he's great to walk alongside and help collect sparkly things but it's gonna be a whole day event esp if you came for fun.

↠ Nerdanel - tired of everyone's shit and chose to rent a beach house for herself, the person who visits is Caranthir. She sits by the beachfront drinking her margaritas and ignoring everyone because that's tiring. Goes to all the parties the beach is hosting. 100/10 the perfect person to go to the beach with, you're going to have fun and not end up locked away.

⇻ had too much fun with this. (づ￣ 3￣)づ

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#5

I love that the most prominent trait that Turgon and Finrod have in common is that they physically cannot restrain themselves from assimilating more people into their found families. Leave a child unattended in Turgon’s presence for more than ten minutes? They’re his now, sorry. Made eye contact with Finrod? You’re invited over to his house for dinner on Sundays. They can’t help themselves.

257 notes - Posted June 29, 2022

#4

So I was thinking up domestic fluff for the House of Finarfin (as you do), and I have come to the very important conclusion that Finarfin doesn’t do baby talk. He talks to infants as if they are simply small adults. For example:

Finarfin, walking through the library, running his hands over the spines of books, carrying baby Finrod in a sling: If there’s anything you want to read, just let me know.

Finrod: *happy gurgling*

Finarfin, pulling a book off the shelf: Excellent selection

Finarfin, carrying baby Galadriel on the beach

Galadriel: *points and makes interested noises*

Finarfin: Fascinating observation

Finarfin, holding Orodreth in his lap

Orodreth: *insistent babbling*

Finarfin: Interesting opinion. What lead you to that conclusion?

Angrod, listening in from across the room: Dad???

301 notes - Posted June 28, 2022

#3

I’ve always had this little headcanon that all the sons of Fëanor have necklaces with Fëanorian stars as pendants. Their father made them for them when they were born. Reminders that they were princes of a mighty line, and should carry themselves with that knowledge. They wear them every day. When Amras dies, Amrod takes it and wears it alongside his own, in memory of his fallen twin. When the three C’s are killed, Maedhros takes theirs before they’re buried, and wears them, too. He takes both from Amrod after his death, as well. And in the end, when he decides he can’t go on any more, he leaves them on the last ledge before the lip of the crater, lined up side by side, one by one, just like they used to be. And when Maglor finds them, he knows he’s found his big brother. Far, far too late. So he picks them up, and he dusts them off, and he puts them on, carrying his brothers with him as he mourns.

360 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

#2

LotR fans: Wow, Elrond is so ancient and wise and powerful and truly a relic of times lost and--

Silm fans:

445 notes - Posted July 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

One thing that I find interesting in thinking about the Finwean siblings is that Finrod and Maedhros exhibit pretty clear drives to take care of and protect their siblings (or younger cousins/nephews/other relatives or friends that they’ve adopted). But Fingon. Doesn’t do that. He’s not keeping a close eye on his younger siblings like Maedhros and his siblings aren’t recorded as coming to stay with him or confide in him in times of distress like Finrod. Aredhel doesn’t even visit him when she leaves Gondolin. She goes to see Celegorm and Curufin. Turgon, on the other hand, is pretty much defined by his protective nature (see: the entire concept of Gondolin). He’s the one fighting his way to Fingon’s side and risking everything to help him rather than the other way around. Aredhel goes to him for refuge after leaving Eol. I know that the loss of Argon and Gondolin’s secrecy make things a little more complicated and murky than the Arafinwean and Feanorian sibling relationships, but Fingon was never even noted as noticing that his brother and his followers just started disappearing. Turgon seems to have usurped the role of Eldest Brother in his family and I want to know WHY

451 notes - Posted October 7, 2022

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Silmaril Saga of Scholomance

Disclaimer: I have not read the Scholomance books

Feanor is brilliant. He has eight languages, but still went artificer track rather than languages because he’s even better at that. It paid off too. He made a dozen different mana crystals and power sharers out of what everyone dismissed as scrap glass, but his real triumph came in junior year.

The Silmaril.

It doesn’t just store mana, it makes it.

(The Silamril only works at the Scholomance, could only be built at the Scholomance. It pulls on the void and draws out mana the same way the Scholomance can spit out spells and homework, but without needing the tedious life support system as input.)

With the Silmaril, Feanor survives graduation.

When Maedhros goes off to school at age fourteen, Feanor sends him with the Silmaril. It's two kilos of his allowance, already stretched tight by his growth spurt at fucking thirteen causing last minute redesigns to the packing list Nerdanel started before his first birthday.

But the Silmaril will be a whole lot more useful than a second shirt or pair of pants. And if Maedhros brings in the Silmaril, it will be there for all his little brothers. (Feanor and Nerdanel spaced them carefully, one every three years, so none of them but Maedhros will have to start Scholomance alone.)

Maedhros goes in with his entire body shaved an hour before induction, no water in the past day, and no food in the last week. That gives him enough of a budget for the absolute necessities.

Maedhros loses his right hand due to an agglo. The agglo picked up the Silmaril the one time Maedhros est it down for an hour, and Maedhros had to chase it to retrieve the Silmaril. He was so focused on not chasing the agglo into a crack too small to follow, he didn’t even notice the venomous mal until it bit him in the hand. But he got the Silmaril back, and managed to tie off his arm before the poison spread to his heart. He found someone to cut off the hand in exchange for his shirt, which was stained anyway at that point.

Maedhros then has no shirt at all. But it was fine, Maglor will be along in another month or two, with a promised shirt and larger shoes.. And his labmate in artificing now finds Maedhros handsome enough to want sexual favors in exchange for doing Maedhros’s Latin homework, so Maedhros now has more free time to gather mana.

Maedhros hands the Silmaril over to Maglor.

Maedhros graduates, and meets his youngest brothers, already three years old.

In fact, all seven of Feanor and Nerdanel’s children survive the Scholomance.

(Amrod carried the Silmaril out, as none of his siblings had children old enough to pass it along to. Practically overflowing with mana, it felt like half the mals in the graduation hall attacked him. In the end, Amras half dragged him out the door. He survived though, even if he walks with a limp now, and half his face was scarred by acid.)

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A wizard with seven children is common. All seven living to grow up is practically unheard of. People start to wonder what exactly Feanor has that caused this miracle. Why he’s not selling it. If they can take it for themselves.

A Maleficer decides to find out. The wards on Feanor’s house are brought down with the malia from Finwe. The wards on the Silmaril’s safe are by passed with the malia from killing Feanor himself.

The Feanorians promise every wizard they can reach a substantial reward for the return of the Silmaril, though they don’t explain what it does. (Curufin has an infant son. He has already made four different plans for how his sons could use the Silmaril best at Scholomance, depending on his track.)

Luthien, of the Paris enclave, has a thirteen year old daughter and no other children. She hears that Feanor is dead. Feanor, who sent seven children to the Scholomance and got seven back. His sons are saying the murderer robbed him as well.

It’s not hard to put the pieces together.

Luthien has a mundane husband who trusts her completely and believes that their only child is at deadly risk with absolutely no explanation, simply because he trusts here so. With Luthien’s magic and Beren’s disbelief, they kill the maleficer. Luthien takes the Silmaril for her own.

(The Feanorians hear. They do not manage to convince Luthien in the months before induction.)

Luthien sends Elwing into the Scholomance with the Silmaril, even though neither of them know what it does. Elwing figures it out quickly though; the first morning, the Silmaril already has a tiny bit of mana that Elwing didn’t put there. She slept with it cradled to her chest, two feet above the void floor. That was enough for a trickle.

Luthien and Beren die in a car crash two years later.

Elwing find out when she graduates, and arrives at an empty house.

Elwing marries the boy who helped her in senior year, Earendil, from the Manchester enclave. They have twin sons.

Elwing does not return the Silmaril. Her boys will need it, and she has no belief that the Feanorians will return it to her once their child is through.

Feanor’s sons try to negotiate. They offer spells, and artifacts, and money. But none of those are guaranteed to keep a child alive, especially not when split two ways.

When Celebrimbor is twelve, the Feanorians stop negotiating. Celebrimbor waits with Amrod at their carefully warded manse.

The Feanorians wait until Earendil is visiting London, so there will be one less wizard at the house. They break into Paris, not caring that forcing the enclave door open lets mals enter as well.

Between the mals and the enclave’s wards, Curufin dies in the infiltration. He considers it a fair price, for his son to live.

Elwing escapes the Feanorians. More to the point, she takes the Silmaril with her, fleeing in a mad dash and using every scrap of mana she can to keep the mas away.

The Feanorians notice the safe is empty, but one room of the house has dozens of wards on it. Maybe the safe is a decoy, and the Silmaril is there.

The room does not contain the Silmaril. Instead it contains two six-year-old boys.

“Elwing’s sons,” Celegorm says. 

“So?” asks Caranthir, thinking of his own child, barely walking yet.

“Leverage.” Maedhros declares. “Take them and trade them.”

“We’re out of the Scholomance,” Maglor objects. You can’t just kill people in the real world.

“Celebrimbor isn’t,” Amras reminds him.

The Feanorians take the boys with them out of the city. 

Celegorm dies fighting off a mal on the way out, unable to cast a spell properly with Elros weighing down his arm and crying in his ear.

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For the first year, the boys are mostly ignored. They are fed and clothed and kept away from mals and foreign languages, but not much else.  All five remaining Feanorians are focusing on Celebrimbor. Training him. Comforting him over his father’s death. Teaching him last minute spells. Building up mana to exchange for the few things none of them make. Most of his kit was already planned of course, but Curufin had been halfway through a shield bracelet, and there’s an extra two kilos of unexpected room. More, when Celebrimbor stops eating out of grief.

The Feanorians keep sending letters to Elwing, to Paris, to Manchester. The deal they offer now is much less generous than before: the Silmaril for Elwing’s sons. The Silmaril will still be some help to Celebrimbor if it arrives when he’s a junior or even senior, though more years for it to build up mana is better.

(Caranthir sent out his own letters, to the smaller enclaves. He eventually found one that would take an unspecified two kilo package for $10,000, with $1000 a year guaranteed even if Caranthir has nothing to send. Celebrimbor memorizes dozen code phrases, and Caranthir tells half of them to the hired enclave. The others exist for proof of delivery, and for proof of Celebrimbor surviving each year until the month before graduation.)

Once Celebrimbor has been inducted, Maglor decides to educate the twins. Elwing is presumably smart enough not to pay for children who will die within the decade anyway, when instead she could have more and send those with the Silmaril. He teaches them math, self defense, three languages, extremely basic spells. Nothing proprietary, no secrets of the house of Feanor. But enough to keep them alive as long as they stay near an adult, and enough for Elwing to build on.

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Celebrimbor was supposed to graduate when the twins were eleven. Elros was looking forward to it honestly, hopeful that the return of one child would make the Feanorians more willing to discuss sending him or Elrond to visit Manchester. Just to visit mind you, neither of them wants to lose the other. But maybe Elwing would return the Silmaril if her son asked, if he begged for someone to help him survive and get a proper education rather than being an afterthought.

Celebrimbor does not graduate.

The Feanorians blame it on the lack of Silmaril. Caranthir and Amras, with children of their own, declare that they will not let it happen again. If Elwing has not voluntarily returned the Silmaril by the time they need it, Caranthir will see if maleficing is enough to break London’s wards.

(Celebrimbor would not have survived even if the Silmaril. He was murdered by another artificing track student, killed in his sleep a week before graduation. Short enough time that Annatar hoped the malia wouldn’t drive him crazy. More importantly, he got all of Celebrimbor’s nearly-full mana crystals, to use for himself. But none of the Feanorians will ever learn the whole story.)

Maedhros declares that no one will be maleficing. Amras asks if he has a better idea. The argument lasts for hours. A lot of it is in Feanor’s own conlang, so Elrond and Elros hide in their room to avoid picking up dangerous vocabulary.

In the end, it’s decided. Elrond and Elros will attend the Scholomance. Each of the Feanorians is entitled to enroll one child; Maglor uses his slot, and Celegorm’s slot will cover the other twin. Elwing will be informed of her sons attendance shortly after induction, and that the Silmaril is her best shot of seeing her sons alive. She can watch the Feanorians send it in with a care package, and the twins will carry it out at the end.

(Caranthir makes very clear that if the Silmaril enters the Scholomance, it had better come to the Feanorians. If it doesn’t, everyone will hear that the twins died at graduation. If Elwing never hands it over, they’ll be free to go and live on their own, with absolutely no hep from the Feanorians or from either of their parents’ enclaves.)

The twins get a very intense education in the next three years. They have to survive at least the first year on their own, even if Elwing cooperates. They both learn Feanor’s conlang, because Maglor composed all his best spells in it. Elrond learns three languages more, as he’ll be language track. Elros will be alchemy, for balance, and is taught healing potion recipes until he can brew them in his sleep. (Elros thinks artificing would be more interesting, but he knows that wouldn’t be allowed. He’s not really Feanorian, even if they allow him the lagnauge, and they won’t risk him learning how to modify or duplicate the Silmaril. Never mind that Celebrimbor was artificing track, with a far better education, and presumably spent our years on the task and never succeeded.)

Three years of actually good education is not enough to make up for the five years of education before that was merely decent. But six years might be. The twins specialize, learning as little in common as possible, seeing each other at meals and when they go to bed but rarely besides. If Elrond learns everything possible about languages and incantations, and Elros learns everything possible about alchemy and chemistry, neither needs to know the other half. They both need to be in good physical shape of course, but Elrond can run laps while murmuring under his breath in Swahili, and Elros can lift weights while listening to a podcast on chemical engineering. Elros thinks he might have picked up a few too many Latin words, but it’s fine. He and Elrond will trade homework to their strengths. They both want to survive, and what else is family for?

(ao3)

[feanorianethicsdepartment]

so i’ve been off-handedly referencing amrod having a wheelchair and burn scars and using sign language for a while now, and i figure i should get my headcanons re: him getting lightly toasted down fully somewhere? the twins in general have grown really strong really distinct personalities in my mind, i  wanna talk about them at some point, and since those topics inevitably bleed into each other i’ve decided to cover them both at once

first off: the crispening. i don’t think fëanor was trying to burn amrod alive - i actually read this post once that posited he’d caught wind that amrod was planning to go home and set the boats on fire partially as a panicked attempt to stop his son from leaving, he just had really unfortunate timing - but no matter the reason, halfway through fëanor and maedhros’ marathon argument someone notices they’re missing a guy. most of what the fëanorians remember of that night is fire and screaming, no one’s sure how they got amrod off the burning ship, but once the fire’d burned itself out he was in the hastily-erected medical tent, barely clinging to life

(for the hellspawn as a collective that whole boat episode was existentially terrifying on multiple levels. they gave up everything for his sake, but somehow they never thought he could hurt them)

amrod survives, because he is a calaquendë and whatever else you might say about them the valar did not skimp on the supersoldier budget. even so, his body is marred for the rest of his life. a significant portion of his left side is just solid burn scar, all the smoke he inhaled has massively fucked up his throat, his left arm is mangled, he’s blind in one eye, and his legs straight up can’t support his weight any more. if they were in valinor they could probably have fixed all this, but in beleriand they have neither the spare resources nor the time. the harrows of war will inevitably carve themselves into your very being; another lesson middle-earth is beating into them

but they can’t turn back, and anyway they’re noldor, they can work around this. if amrod’s legs can’t carry him, they’ll build him crutches and wheelchairs and specially train a horse to carry him around. if it hurts too much for him to use his voice regularly - well, they already had sign-languages back in valinor, since just because someone can’t speak doesn’t mean they should be cut off from the wonders of self-expression. amrod does have to adjust the one he ends up using to account for his left hand’s reduced range of movement, but he takes it up with appropriate flair and aplomb. there is panicking, there is pain, but amrod still refuses to give up. as they get further away from losgar, he reaches - maybe not a perfectly balanced state, but a sustainable one

(fëanor feeds the ensuing guilt to the sunk cost fallacy - If We Succeed In Our Quest, Telufinwë’s (i go by pityafinwë/ambarussa/minyarussa/amras and telufinwë/umbarto/nelyarussa/amrod, i know it’s not the canon formulation but it makes logical sense, fight me) Suffering Will Have Been Worth It. this is, of course, crazy person logic, but the only person with a hope of driving that into fëanor’s thick skull is currently in the halls of mandos. least amrod doesn’t have to put up with it for long)

time passes, and the fëanorians split up into their traditional groups to go do that whole terrifying warlords of east beleriand thing. amrod and amras wind up commanding a string of outposts scattered around ossiriand that amras is pretty much constantly circling through while amrod shuttles between the ones who need the most supervision. that’s always been their dynamic; amras is the excitable brash one who never shuts up and does lots of moderately stupid things, amrod is the sharp-eyed reserved one who thinks everything through and does a few incredibly stupid things. he talks more with his hands than he ever did with his voice, politely in sindarin and snarkily in noldorin

for a while, things are good. amrod’s bevy of mobility support devices and animals slowly evolve into a self-piloting war chariot, because not even losing the ability to walk is going to stop the boys from doing murder. he’s more of a tactics guy anyway, gets very into animal traps and firebombs. amrod does all the stuff amras lacks the patience to do, while amras does the things amrod isn’t spontaneous enough for; they both think they’re the one doing the real work, as is usual among the brothers hellspawn. they disagree often, they fight sometimes, but they always have each other’s backs. they cover for each other’s weak points, balance each other out, and from the shadows beneath the trees they lead their minions in raiding and subterfuge and mad science

then things go south, like the war. things don’t change that much for the twins after the bragollach, there’s just more fighting and caranthir’s lot being annoying, but it gets much worse after the nirnaeth. suddenly they‘re having to deal with all of their brothers and their minions stomping around wrecking everything the orcs didn’t already get, and everyone is at everyone else’s throats as it becomes increasingly obvious they’re going to lose the war. amras and amrod argue a lot more these days, partially because they’re both stressed out anyway, but partially because their partnership is breaking down under the strain. for all they’ve worked together, there are vast differences in the way they see the world, and it’s just so much harder to bridge the gap when everything they ever worked for is crumbling around them

but they try. they try until doriath, and it all goes to hell. rejected by their old allies, stuck in the same fortress, their last two brothers too busy with their own problems to act as a buffer, amras and amrod lash out at each other constantly. they understand the way each other’s mind works, know each other’s every horrible little secret, and grow more and more disgusted with each other every day. they go from working together with the tiniest hint of hostility to long passive-aggressive arguments about the most petty stuff to refusing to enter a room the other one is in unless they absolutely have to. when negotiations with sirion break down, amrod, ever the pragmatist, cooks up this plan to steal the silmaril with minimal losses on either side. before he’s able to convince maedhros it might work, amras, ever the idealist, rides his forces out for hope and glory

i don’t think amrod switched sides at sirion - the amrod who snuck onto the boats would have, but he’s a much worse person than he was then. still, i can’t shake the image of the twins dying on each other’s spears

[saelwen]

Ghost Hunting with Fëanor’s sons

So, i was in the spooky mood and decide to write a Phasmophobia crossover with Fëanor’s sons. I hope you guys enjoy this One-Shot. 😂

Warnings: Spooky, funny

Words: 1,600

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The seven brothers stood in front of the dark house quietly. Their eyes fixed on the plain knob, waiting for one of them to go in first.

"Well," Maedhros said as he looks to his brothers. "Go on."

Maglor, Celegorm, Caranthir, and Ambarussa shook their heads, taking a step back. Fear spreading in their eyes. Curufin sighs and walks towards the door, mumbling something under his breath.

"For fuck sake! I do it!" He said as he grabs the cold knob door and turns it to the side. He gave a gentle push but the door didn't budge.

"OH MY FUCKING ERU!!! IT'S THE GHOST!" Ambarussa yelled, making their brothers also freak out and start running around like headless chickens.

Maedhros sighs deeply and walked to the door, taking the keys from his pocket and unlock the door. "Calm down! The door was locked," he said as he walks inside, his younger brothers following him close behind. They all turn on their flashlights and began looking around the house.

"Alright. Maglor comes with me to the second floor. Celegorm and Curufin go to the garage. Ambarussa searches the main floor and Caranthir goes to the basement, okay?" Maedhros orders while he grabs his gear, his brothers doing the same.

"Wait!" Caranthir yelps. "Why do I have to go down there alone?!"

Celegorm smirks and pat his younger brother's head. "Aww Is little Caranthir scared?"

Caranthir shoves Celegorm's hand away and huffs in annoyance. "I'm not scared! If I want, I would search this all house alone!"

Maedhros, Maglor, and Curufin laughed and began searching for the ghost who has been haunting that house.

Maglor turns on the EMF reader and tries to see if he could find the ghost presence in the rooms upstairs while Maedhros tries to find fingerprints with the UV light. The rest of the brothers were doing their tasks.

Maglor passes by the bathroom and EMF reader beebs, making them stop and look to the bathroom door. Maedhros nods and gently pushes the door open. They walk inside and the EMF reader beebs louder for a second but then goes quiet.

"It was here," Maglor whispers, his breath coming out in little puffs.

Maedhros nods and points the UV light to the doorknob, seeing a small handprint there. "Yes...and it looks like she left the room." He said as he nods towards the handprint. He looks around, noticing that the room was a little chilly. He grabs his radio and put it in front of his mouth. "Guys, it looks like we have a handprint and freezing temperatures."

"Where?" Celegorm's voice sounded on the radio.

"In the bathroom upstairs," Maedhros answered. "But she's gone. I and Maglor will search the other rooms."

"Alright." They all said.

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"I fucking hate this!" Caranthir whispers under his breath as he looks around the basement. "I'm always left out."

Suddenly, a ball role from behind a locker and stops in front of him. Caranthir stops in his tracks and points his flashlight to the ball. A shiver runs down his spine and the hair behind his neck stood up.

Carefully, he grabs the ball and looks inside the locker. "Hello?" He asked. "Is anyone here?"

"Hey!" A faint voice sounded right on his ear, making him turn back with a jump, only to find nothing in there.

"Fuck!" He growls as his flashlight starts blinking. He grabs his radio and presses the button. "Hey, guys... I think she's here."

"Alright! We will be there in a minute!" Amrod said.

Caranthir sighs and throws the ball to the locker, closing the door quietly. His body froze as he hears small footsteps behind him and sees two rotten hands in front of his eyes.

"Don't worry...You won't be alone anymore." The ghost whispers in his ear right before she kills him.

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"Did you heard that?" Amras asked his twin while they go down the stairs of the basement.

Amrod nods and points his flashlight to the corner of the basement. His eyes widen when he saw Caranthir's body on the floor.

"Shit!" Amrod growls as he goes to his brother's body, seeing bruises on his face and neck. "Amras call the others! We need to take pictures for evidence!"

Amras looks to his twin in shock. "T-Take a picture??!! Fuck, Amrod! Our brother is dead!!" he yelped. Shaking violently, Amras grabs his radio and presses the button. "G-Guys... Caranthir is d-dddead!" he shutters.

"WHAT?!" All the brothers yelled.

"Stay put! We coming there." Maedhros said.

Amras took a deep breath and look back to his twin but to his surprise, Amrod wasn't there.

"Amrod? Amrod where are you??" Amras called in panic, looking around the room. He turns the flashlight to the other corner and a gasp fell from his lips as he sees his twin being choked by a little girl ghost.

"AMROD!" Amras yelled, grabbing the ghost's attention. "Fuck!"

Amras turns around and runs up the stairs towards the basement door, his flashlight blinking quickly. "Fuck!Fuck!Fuck! GET AWAY FROM ME!" He yelled as the door gets shut in his face and locks him in there.

He looks back slowly, seeing the little girl behind him.

"Come play with us," she whispers.

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"Fuck! Amras!" Curufin cursed as he and Celegorm run towards the basement door. He tries to pull the door open but it was stuck. So, Curufin and Celegorm, both grab the doorknob and pull it with their strength.

"Come on! Pull it!" Celegorm yelled.

With two more strong pulls, the door opens and the two brothers almost fall down to the floor. Curufin gasped as Celegorm growls in annoyance when both of them saw their younger brothers dead on the basement floor.

"Fuck!....Maedhros...Maglor... You guys better come here." Curufin said on the radio. He looks to Celegorm and nods to the door. "Put some salt on the floor there while I put the journal down to see if our little ghost friend wants to speak with us." He said as he walks to the middle of the room and puts his journal down on the floor.

Celegorm finishes putting the salt on the floor when he sees the kitchen light turn on. "Maedhros? Is that you?" He asked as he goes check the kitchen. He grabs the spirit box and turns it on. "Are you here?" He whispers, seeing the numbers of the spirit box going higher.

"Yes." A mechanic male voice comes out from the box.

"Shit... I don't get paid enough for this."Celegorm whispers. "Curufin... she's here-" He stops in his tracks as he sees the little girl standing right in front of him.  He lets out a shaky sigh and closes his eyes. "Fuck."

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Curufin looks towards the door, swearing that he heard Celegorm calling his name. "Meh...it might be nothing," He said while shrugging his shoulders.

He looks down at the journal and took a deep breath. "Can you write in the journal what you want?" He asked the ghost.

He waits for a while his eyes fixed on the yellowish pages. As he was about to give up and walk upstairs, words start appearing in the journal pages.

Play. Play. Play. Play

"Oh? You want to play?" He murmurs as he took a step back towards the stairs. "Celegorm! Come help me here!" He yells but got no response from his brother. "Celegorm?"

A gasp echoed through the room and his flashlight starts blinking fast. "No, no, no, no." He whispers as he hears the door close and locks again. He runs to the lockers to try and hide but it was too late.

"For fuck sake." He whispers as he sees the little hands in front of his eyes.

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"Guys? Guys?" Maedhros asked through the radio but none of his brothers answered. He looks to Maglor with a worried look. "Let's go check on them."

Maglor nods and follows him downstairs. The first thing they saw when they got down the stairs was Celegorm's body in the kitchen.

"Go check the basement while I go grab Celegorm's stuff," Maedhros said as he walks towards his brother's body.

As he kneels down to grab the spirit box, a chill scream comes from the basement. "Maglor?!" Maedhros yelled.

He runs to the basement door and sees Maglor's body at the end of the stairs. His flashlight starts blinking and loud footsteps come behind him.

"I've got you." a giggle sounded in his ear as everything goes dark around him.

A few hours later

"We lost again..." Celegorm huffs while the Fëanor's sons sat on the sofa looking down at their dead bodies.

"Why I'm always the first one to die??!!!" Caranthir growls in annoyance, his chin resting on his palm.

Maedhros looks down beside him, seeing Y/n happily playing with Maglor's hair. "Good job, Y/n." He says with a smile.

The child ghost gave him a toothless smile and giggle. "It was fun!" she said with a big grin. "Maglor screamed like a girl."

All the brothers start laughing and sharing the silly things they did while they were ghosts and playing all night with Y/n.

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[arlenianchronicles]

Hello 😊 First of all, I want to thank you for everything you do. Every time I look at your drawings it makes my day better. <3 Just out of curiosity, do you have any headcanons for Fëanor's sons personality? I read The Silmarillion a long time ago, so I don't remember if Tolkien described their personality more detail, but I only remember he wrote that Caranthir was "quickest to anger" and that he described Curufin as "being the most like his father" but that's not a very detailed description. XD

I'm not a native speaker so I'm sorry if I wrote something wrong. Have a nice day/night! 😄

Hello anon! Thank you so much for your warm words!! I’m very happy to know that my drawings make your day better, and thank you for your support! <33 And no worries, your English is great! :D 

Hmm this is a tough one for me since I hardly think about the Fëanorians loll ^^;; What headcanons I do have for them were made because I was busy developing headcanons for the Nolofinwëans. I’ve posted some of those in various tags, so if anybody’s interested, I can put them in a post like this someday!

But back to the Fëanorians … The only information I have on them is from the Silmarillion (since I haven’t started reading HoME even though I have the books now ldkfskldkls). I suppose I should start from oldest to youngest hahaa But keep in mind that most of these are currently woven with my Nolofinwëan headcanons, aka how the Fëanorians behave towards them. I’ll try not to focus too much on Fingolfin’s fam here XDD

And for the sake of finding names easily, I’m going to bold each of them in case you wanted to scroll to the one you’re most interested in.

Let’s start with the Fëanorians as a family. I imagine that Fëanor doesn't generally give his sons as much affection and attention as they’d like (or perhaps need). However, Curufin is his favourite, so he spends the most time with him and showers him with lots of praise. I also think that their family would be quite the rowdy one given that there are seven brothers stuck in one house ^^;; Nerdanel must get a headache quite often!

Now let’s turn to Maedros. Some of y’all know this already, but for those who don’t, I don’t ship Russingon, so my view of his friendship with Fingon is simply that: a friendship, albeit a close and platonically loving one. Why is Fingon Maedros’ favourite, I’ve wondered? His brothers are wondering that too. I headcanon that Fingon’s company appeals to him because it’s a big contrast to what goes on at home. My version of Fingon is quiet and solemn (as you’ve seen from my art loll), but he’s also kind and gentle and compassionate. I imagine that they’d take walks through the markets, maybe with Finrod or some other, or just sit in the gardens and chat.

Maedros is also adored by his brothers and is seen as the perfect elder sibling. Not to mention the rest of the city might adore him as well, given how handsome and charming he is. I think he’d be able to shoulder the attention very well, and perhaps even enjoy it; he also returns his brothers’ love and cares for them all. But deep down, he looks to Fingon as the shining example of an older brother, a prince who cares for the people, someone perfect who can do no wrong. He admires him a lot. Perhaps that’s where half (or most) of his friendly love comes from. Does Fingon know about this? Beats me loll But if he does, it’d certainly affect him in some way (again, if y’all want those Nolofinwëan headcanons, let me know XDD)

Next is Maglor. What do I do with Maglor? He adores Maedros, yes – all the brothers do loll I remember trying to develop him for my time travel au fanfic, and I wrote him as a perfectionist. I think that’d work here: Fëanor doesn't give him and his music a lot of recognition, so Maglor believes that he must make every song perfect to prove himself and gain validation. I imagine Fëanor’s perfectionist nature rubbed off on Maglor too, which in part leads to this.

Of course, as he goes through the First Age on Beleriand, he becomes disillusioned and loses all that snobby, perfectionist stuff. By the time he’s with Elrond and Elros, he’s humble and solemn, and his songs are quiet and sad. But being with the twins and teaching them how to make music brings back that old spark -- the one that gave his music so much strength and power, etc.

Now for Celegorm. Boy oh boy. I see him as the wildest of the brothers, which could tie into his love for hunting and all. His name means "hasty-riser," so I'd imagine him as quick to be reckless and stubborn and angry etc. He loves Maedros dearly and is most jealous of Fingon, partly because Fingon is Maedros' favourite, and also because Fingon gets lots of affection from Fingolfin. Celegorm wants his father's love (or more of it, since Fëanor loves them in his own way already). He ends up treating Fingon badly, both out of anger and jealousy, and in an attempt to gain his father's approval.

I imagine this is what leads to Celegorm sticking with Curufin most of the time. Curufin is most like Fëanor, so getting his approval is likely second-best to Fëanor's, or something like that. But at the same time, Curufin isn't Fëanor; he has his own issues stemming from a desire for Fëanor's approval, and I imagine his behaviour is more insidious – rather like in the Lay of Leithian, where Curufin is whispering into Celegorm's ear and Celegorm just rolls with it. 

Speaking of Curufin, I think of him as the most crafty (scheming-wise alongside metalworking). And probably the most apathetic to others' hurts or concerns. If there's nothing in it for him, and it doesn't directly concern his family, then he doesn't really care. He only truly cares about fulfilling his father's wishes and all. 

Then again, I'm sure (or I'd hope) that he cares when Maedros is taken captive, but he'd busy himself with work and getting things done instead of dwelling on it. After all, Maedros must be dead after all this time, and what's the use of fretting over that?

And then we have Caranthir. The quickest to anger, as said in the Silmarillion. I imagine it's because there's not much that's remarkable about him, at least to start with. Nobody pays much attention to him, except perhaps Nerdanel and Maedros. For that reason, he'd draw closer to them, but he’s mostly frustrated with other people and especially himself. But out of all his brothers, I imagine he’s the best at numbers and figuring hahaa

Last are the twins, Amrod and Amras. I wasn't quite sure what to headcanon for them, since they seem to be the most carefree and easygoing of the brothers. I mostly imagine that they'd follow their father and brothers' example, especially with regard to how they treat the Nolofinwëans, but they're not sure about it because they don't think the Nolofinwëans are bad people (as Fëanor would paint them). Tbh I'm still thinking about the twins, and Caranthir for that matter ^^;;

So there we have it! My headcanons for Fëanor's sons. I may come up with more in the future, but this is what I have so far. Thank you so much for messaging me, anon! I hope I answered your question to your satisfaction, and I wish you a good day/night too! <333

[allthatglittersisnotgoldrush]

Author Interview: Victoryindeath2 (by Mythopoeia

Thank you @abadpoetwithdreams! I hope you don't regret the last question you asked :D

1. You are responsible for creating the characters of Frog and Sticks! What canon Silm event are you most excited to see from their child perspectives?

Soooo many things—but I am interested to see how they will feel when Mae is back on his feet, a warrior more deadly with his left than he even was with his right, the sort of man who can in canon create the Union of Maedhros. The children have seen Maedhros at his lowest, seen him tormented and crushed into the earth in the cruelest of ways. They also saw how he could be his best even when there was no hope or light for him—he protected them and was kind to them and loved them. I am just interested to see how other men’s and women’s opinions might change as Maedhros moves into the next phase of his life, and how the children will, in some ways, always see Maedhros as their Russandol.

Sticks: yeah I knew he was cool before you all realized it

Frog: *drops a rock in Mae’s left hand and curls up in his lap* tell me and my pet rock a story Mae

Mae: I actually have leadership things to do....

Sticks: you owe us for all the stories you didn’t tell us back in the Bad Place

Mae: *tells them a story and Fingon finds the kids sleeping under Mae’s arms twenty minutes later*

(There is also a non-canon event sometime in the future that I want so VERY badly but guess I can’t say because of spoilers *sighs*)

2. We often joke about how this AU is basically our own crazy version of a Silm tv series. What are some of favourite moments in the series so far that stand out to you as particularly cinematic?

There are so many moments, some of the wondrous and stunning variety, and some of the quiet and beautiful....but here are a few that leapt right to my mind:

a. Maedhros and Fingon parting the last time before Feanor divided the families almost forever! Maedhros with his hair in the sunlight on his horse and the line, “see you on the other side, cano!”

b. Gosh DARN it Mae on the cliff, with Morgoth offering him the chance to leap to his death, and he doesn’t take it *cries*

c. FINGON’S CHILD OF THE WOLF MOMENT WHERE HE TAKES MAIRON OUT (ALSO RIGHT BEFORE WHEN MAE GRABS AT HIS ANKLE AND TRIES TO GET FINGON TO SAVE HIMSELF)

d. Maedhros riding into the thrall camp and basically falling into Gwindor and SLINGING AN ARM AROUND HIS NECK YES HUGS ALL AROUND YESSSS

e. Look Ceili fic I know we talk about it all the time but I am here to talk about it again, especially the moment where Mae pulls Caranthir out on the dance floor and then they all dance together and everyone ends up in a pile on the floor except for Mae who just stands over them all laughing I think doubled over and there is so much good energy in that scene I NEED IT ON SCREEN

f. Personally I like to think that Celegorm stalking his way into a club in New York City and beating the living daylights out of Eol was cinematic

g. Maedhros having successfully argued Huan’s way into the journey west, stumbling all tired like up to the stairs, and meeting Nerdanel there, and resting his head on his mom’s neck. The darling tol bby

h. MAE ATTACKING ULFANG FOR THE SAKE OF HIS BROS, GOING FROM DEPRESSED BROKEN BABY WHO HAS LOST ALL HOPE TO DEPRESSED BROKEN BABY WHO HAS LOST ALL HOPE BUT STILL WILL FIGHT FOR HIS BROS

i. Bby Mae lying on Feanor’s chest ;;;;;;;;;;; before Feanor became the worst

j. Can’t even remember what fic it was at this point but there is a dream? Mae has? Of like....the sea and red sun or something? It was a lot

k. There are many many more moments and I am mad that I can’t remember the one that stood out to me recently

l. ..........the whole fic Seven Card Stud

m. MOONLIGHT GUNSLINGER MAE AND HOW HE TOTALLY OUTCLASSED MAIRON

n. Every hug and brotp and found family moment ever. I have addictions and there is never enough of what I want on screen

o. THERE ARE MORE SPECIFIC ONES BUT I HAVE TO STOP AT SOME POINT DON’T I

3. Walk me through what an ideal day would look like for Caranthir?

The MOST ideal day would be Caranthir waking up in his little closet bedroom in Formenos and realizing he just had a horrible nightmare, and also realizing that he still has his mom and ALL of his brothers. And then at the breakfast table Feanor says something like “wow I’ve been stupid in a good many ways, and a rotten dad because of that, good thing I have recognized my flaws and shall now be a better person, also Mae you can stop going to live in the city if you want, just stay here with your brothers. Also you know, Caranthir, even though you’re still my least favorite child, I’m proud of you. And not just because these are the best pancakes I have ever tasted.”

Then Caranthir probably helps his mom in the garden, gets some quality one on one time with Mae when Mae helps him make a pie, Mae reminds him how special and good he thinks Caranthir is, and Celegorm and Curufin ask Caranthir to join them for fishing. Not that Caranthir necessarily wants to do that, but he does want to be asked. Then Amras and Amrod ask him to help them with sums, so that he feels like a helpful big brother, and without being asked, Maglor takes out his fiddle and plays the slow-moving, peaceful song that Caranthir loves and Maglor despises because it is not challenging enough

4. What is a character POV you have not written yet about but would like to?

I would like to write something from Maeglin’s POV—I feel a powerful urge to protect that lost boy. He’s had an odd and often terrifying life and he needs a break. Good grief imagine having a mom like his mom, imagine Morgoth commanding you to call him uncle. Ew. Anyway, he’s exactly the sort of character I usually adopt as my son. An angsty sad boy without much future, who needs LOVE

5. If you could recommend only one fic from each author (including yourself, of course) what would they be?

HOW TO PICK?!

TolkienGirl: wayyyyy too many to really choose from but I have to go back to the beginning and say “news, breaking” because of the way it introduces my Feanorian boys, and also because of Mae wearing a flowered apron one minute and then a half open leather vest the next, with his glorious hair tied back!

Mythopoeia: I feel like I have to say “those gathered beneath” because it was so DEFINITIVE of our favorite Irish family, and also Turgon is a great narrator (but since I always talk about this fic I shall also add another, lesser known perhaps: “save ourselves unaided” because it introduces Haleth and more people need to appreciate Haleth and Mythopoeia’s Haleth is SO GOOD)

Victoryindeath2: “a certain slant of light (where the meanings are)” because it was my first Caranthir fic, and so it holds a special place in my heart

Bonus Q: The Feanorians are now a KPop group. What are their hair colors and roles?

THE WAY I CHOKED ON MY LAUGHTER WHEN I FIRST READ THIS QUESTION

I ALSO GOT WAY TOO CAUGHT UP IN THIS SO IF YOU ARE AN AU READER WHO DOESN’T CARE ABOUT KPOP IN ANY WAY YOU CAN STOP HERE, I WON’T BE MAD. On the other hand I think I have really good answers so maybe you should continue lol

Maedhros: He has to be a coppery red-head, doesn’t he? Maybe something of the red color that you once told me you wanted Heeseung to try. He would make a great leader, but ALSO. Also I think that he has had enough stress in canon in and in our AU, so I really just want to give him the opportunity to be merely the eldest hyung, who everyone goes to for comfort, for hugs and advice, and who supports the leader quietly. He is a good vocalist and can maybe rap in a pinch? but we put so much emphasis on him as a dancer that he HAS to be the dance leader. Obviously. Is widely acknowledged as the visual of the group

Maglor: Longish black hair, maybe midnight blue or deep purple. Has tried several different hairstyles and regretted half of them. He claims a specific aesthetic in hair and dress is necessary for him to compose the group’s songs, and while he gets teased by everyone for this he also writes amazing music so? It works? Is definitely a vocalist. His vlives consist of him playing every instrument known to man, and half the time Mae is sitting in the background listening with an awed expression on his face—till he falls asleep. Maglor can’t decide if he is pleased by this or insulted

Celegorm: Usually rocks blond or silver hair, but one time some fool insulted Amrod’s pink hair and the next thing you know Celegorm had pink hair for three months. Probably disparaged Maglor’s mullet phase but tried it once himself as a penalty for a game in a Run Feanorian episode and kinda thought it wasn’t half bad.

Celegorm is the “I don’t follow what the company says” member, “screw the rules if they aren’t good for my fam.” He is also a sick rapper and his diss tracks and mixtapes are things of beauty. He also clearly frequents the gym and will toss an annoyed member—most likely Maglor, but sometimes Curufin—over his shoulder any chance he can get. Has definitely done pushups with Amrod or Amras on his back. He and Mae swept the ISAC games

Caranthir: Typically goes with brown/black hair, which only throws the fandom into more of an uproar when the rare occasion arises in which he actually dyes it some other color. Probably went mint for a music video and Curufin started calling him mint choco boy, which offends him deeply as he is (sadly) on the side of “mint chocolate ice cream tastes like toothpaste.” He’s a vocalist with a rougher voice that is surprisingly pleasing to listen too.

Speaking of surprises, Caranthir never quite understands his own popularity. He didn’t like to do vlives by himself for ages, until Mae encouraged him to do cooking and baking vlives, and now he does one once a month on a schedule. Fans are putting together a book of his recipes

Curufin: He does intense and striking hairstyles and colors, and is probably the most likely to do black hair streaked through with red, teal, green, gold, white, etc. He claims to be the visual of the group and Mae is the one member who always agrees with him. I’d say he is also a dancer, one almost as good as Mae but with a different style, and he has a quick and sharp rap. He is heavily involved in the production of their songs over time.

Here is the thing though—I think, in this better non-canon non-Gold Rush AU universe, that Curufin could be the leader. See, Feanor is not gonna be the company CEO loll. Fingolfin is. And Fingolfin mentors better than Feanor EVER could. And Curufin is a sharp lad, very smart and crafty, and if he could just be convinced to care about all his brothers/group members like he does about himself and Celegorm in the AU, and if he just has proper guidance, allowing Mae to assist him in struggles, going to him for support, I think he would be an excellent leader

Ambarussa: Amras and Amrod have tried every color and color combination under the SUN, and they often coordinate with each other either to match or complement. Amras sometimes gets tired of this, preferring to stick to the general group color scheme, and when that happens Amrod just says fine be like that and goes off and does his own thing. Sooner or later though, Amras always gives in and joins him once again.

The twins obviously have all their hyungs wrapped around their little fingers, even Maglor who is driven insane by them crashing into his room shrieking and giggling when he is trying to write music or run a very serious vlive. As far as their musical talents go, I love when maknaes are ridiculously well-rounded, and these are Feanorian maknaes, so I’m gonna say they can both dance, sing, and rap. People have placed bets on whether they will grow as tall as Mae (spoilers, they won’t, no one ever will, he’s the tallest in Kpop world)

Huan: is the team mascot, and lives in their large dorm with them because Celegorm said so

Anddd that’s all folks

[feanor]

nerdanel takes a page out of finwë’s book: a very long bullet point fic

fëanor is dead

he will stay dead forever, so says mandos

nerdanel’s children, on the other hand, are alive (and were reborn as children and are now teens/young adults and celebrimbor is older than his dad which is weird but also kind of helps them get along better?)

and alive with them is a man

i will not deign to give him a name

he is not fëanor, he is nothing like fëanor, so i don’t like him

anyways

nerdanel likes this man

she likes him a lot

and he likes her a lot

and they’re... seeing each other, which is to say they’re courting but in a way that makes her family suspect that something is up but not 100% certain

well, not 100% certain until she actually up and tells her sons ‘i think i may be falling in love with Man. is this... is this something you seven think you could come around to?’

they ask politely to convene as a group without her to discuss. she agrees and understands. she’d do anything for her boys.

the boys discuss

it goes something like this:

“what” - maglor

“what should we do” ambarussa

“i... don’t know.” maedhros (not a good sign)

“i mean... i want to to be happy” - caranthir

“yeah but like... she seemed happier with dad? maybe it’s just my bias because they’re our parents. speaking of, what about dad?” - curufin

“maybe we should tell him?” - celegorm

“tell him what? oh, hey dad, mom’s getting remarried probably and you can do nothing but grieve because you’re literally dead, we thought you should know.” - maglor

“we could... i mean, look. do we all agree that we don’t like Man as a potential step-father?” - maedhros

“yes.” - everyone else

“i vote we tell dad and go from there.” - celegorm, and an agreement is made

so they say to nerdanel “this is a lot to process for us. we’re going to need some time to adjust to this new development.” and she says “i understand, take all the time you need.”

boys trip to mandos! time to tell dad that the love of his life is falling in love with some other dude

“i don’t like the word step-father.” - curufin, on the way there

“me either.” - everyone else

“now we know how dad feels about indis.” - celegorm

“ohhhhhhhh. yeah now i understand.” - everyone else

they get to mandos

they bang on some doors and maedhros is very persuasive

fëanor’s spirit meets them halfway. he’s on the Dead Side and they’re on the Alive Side

“whats up, boys. miss me that much?” - fëanor

“we have a problem.” - caranthir

“what is it?” - fëanor, thoroughly intrigued

“mom’s getting married and we son’t want her to!! we don’t want a new dad we like you!” -amras

“nerdanel’s WHAT.” - guess

“no, no. mom’s not getting married. she’s just falling in love with another dude. she’ll get married in like three years, probably, if it works out with Man” - maedhros

“sorry, WHAT. who is MAN????” - guess

“mom’s new boyfriend” - celegorm

god, poor fëanor

“nerdanel... oh, man.”

“we thought we should tell you.” - curufin

fëanor’s spirit sits down and takes a deep breath

“okay.” he says

“wait, what?” - sons 1 through 7

“i mean... if he makes her happy, i guess.”

“who are you and what have you done with curufinwë fëanáro.” - celegorm, caranthir

“haven’t you heard? according to the sindar, my name is fëanor now. and i’m pathetic also, according to the sindar.”

“the sindar literally know fuck all about anything, they’re the dumbest people ever??” - maedhros, maglor, celegorm, curufin, everyone who’s ever interacted with the sindar ever

“c’mon dude we need you to like, stop mom from getting engaged because we Don’t Like Him” - maglor

“look. kiddos. i’m dead, permanently. i’m no help to anyone, much less nerdanel. if she loves this man, she should be with him.”

“she should be with you!” - amrod

“that’s not what she wants, though, is it?” - fëanor

they leave fëanor in the halls and decide to accept that their mom likes Man

they still don’t, though.

he has less of a temper than fëanor, unsurprisingly, but he’s a lot more violent when he is angry

not towards them, but he’s smashed plates

for seven men with ptsd it’s really not great

but yknow what? dad is right. mom is happy.

(amras won’t tell them that Man took it too far one night when he was at home alone with him. curufin doesn’t talk about how violent Man is when curufin is acting too much like fëanor. they don’t want to hurt nerdanel)

celebrimbor and curufin have a lot of talks about the whole situation. it helps them bond.

so nerdanel and man get engaged or whatever

yayyyy i guess

the wedding comes up really quickly

nerdanel decides she wants maedhros to walk her down the aisle

they get as far as the ‘does anyone object’ bit

fëanor’s timing is, as per usual, perfect. he walks in with a swagger and raises his hand. ‘i object.’ he says.

Man walks up to him and tries to punch him in the face

fëanor trips him and sidesteps.

“really, ‘danel? i thought you had taste.”

nerdanel remembers what it is to truly be in love, or some romantic shit because we Know fëanor is her man for life

“you said you weren’t going to do anything, dad.” - curufin, trying to be dry but relief is flooding his face

“yeah, and then i thought about it some more and decided that giving up hope of reconciling with my estranged wife was fucking stupid. what’s that bruise behind your collar?”

“hm? oh, i don’t know, it’s probably from when i tripped a few days ago. how did you get out of mandos?

“okay.” the look says ‘we’re talking about that later, because i don’t believe you for one second’. “i was able to convince some of the maiar to get me some tools and then i broke out. it was awesome and well worth it.”

“anyways,” continues fëanor, “i believe my very presence annuls all legal rights to this marriage. and i hope that, maybe this can become a vow renewal?” now he’s looking straight at nerdanel, and he’s got hope in his eyes. “i know there are so many ways i’ve wronged you. and i am sorry. i want to spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

nerdanel says “alright. fine. i think the boys like you better, anyways”

fëanor laughs. “they’d better!”

boom wedding vow renewal

cut to like three months later, Man is in Elf Jail because fëanor is still Lawyer AF curufin broke down and told fëanor that man hurt him because of how much he resembled fëanor, who promptly lost it and instantly regretting not breaking his fucking arm at the wedding

fëanor and nerdanel are happy!

the end

[wearetakingthehobbitstogallifrey]

BTS Members as the Sons of Feanor

OH MY GOSH WHAT THE HECK

so @thelonelybrilliance just showed up late to the Silmarillion and new to BTS and she decided to break my brain by tagging me and @abadpoetwithdreams asking us if we could match up the 7 members of BTS with the 7 sons of Feanor. May she never ask such a question again because I have spent about 6 hours total writing this rant essay that is somewhere of abouts 3500 words. I don’t have the self-control to stop myself from things like this, I love Tolkien and BTS too much

anyway here is a very long and rambling post that was partially composed in my head in the shower and is now just stream of consciousness

(Disclaimer: The members of BTS are beautiful souls and this post is in no way saying that they are as murderous as my problematic faves the sons of Feanor)

ok so the only thing I know for ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN is that Namjoon is Maedhros. if you know anything at all about BTS and the Feanorians, the reasons are obvious:

1. Namjoon is the tallest, and Maedhros is literally called Maedhros the Tall.

2. Maedhros has a lot of names but he was called Maitimo by his mom which means “beautiful” or “well-shaped one” and such an appellation is perfect for Namjoon (ok let’s be real the name could fit every single member of BTS but whatever)

3. (and most important!) never was there a more harried elf trying to keep his brothers in line and alive and not cut to pieces by some justifiably insulted cousin or Sindarin. Maedhros is the mom, the dad, the king, the leader, the eldest bro. “Guys, can we NOT be rude to the sons of Finarfin, can we NOT start a war among the Noldor when we still have Morgoth just across the way” I’m pretty sure he would also lose his passport multiple times if Middle-earth had such things, because his brothers are hard enough to keep track of. while Namjoon may not be the eldest in years, everything else matches up too perfectly. He is the leader of BTS, the spokesman, the one who encourages the other members to step up and speak, helps them with their English (even when he judges them for their dumb mistakes lol), is literally SO DONE with his bros all the time but loves them so freaking much. He is the planner, the peace-maker, yet also has fire in his veins and has seen a lot of darkness and suffering and survived to become even stronger. So too with Namjoon

(caveat: if BTS were Feanorians, and Namjoon captured by Morgoth himself, there is no freaking way they wouldn’t have done SOMETHING to rescue their fearless leader. Jin and Jungkook would storm Thangorodrim fists swinging, followed by Jimin and J-Hope, fierce like you’ve never seen them, and Taehyung would Luthien Tinuviel Morgoth centuries early, or Yoongi would simply glare at Morgoth till he shrank down into a puddle of trembling goo. Don’t laugh at me you know I’m right)

moving on

I have maybe two choices for Maglor? One is Jin, but that might partially be because everyone always talks about how Namjoon and Jin are the mom and dad or dad and mom of BTS. and Maglor is always paired in my head with Maedhros as the other parental figure of the Feanorian bros, though that might be because of how he and Maedhros look after Elrond and Elros. Of course, I love Jin’s singing and I will never ever ever be over “Epiphany”, so I am way cool with making Jin Maglor as far as the music thing goes

All this said, I am not sure if this is the best fit overall. Jin is the King of Chaos in BTS, and I wouldn’t name Maglor as such...also I think I might have another Feanorian for Jin, but I’ll get to that later (spoilers, it’s...Curufin??!) (oh no, I just realized I might have one other argument for Jin being Maglor: “I use other people to make myself happy. I make myself smile by making others smile.” Like, that could be a good quote for Maglor potentially, if you want to relate it to his music, or his care for Elrond and Elros……..but I’m still thinking Curufin for Jin. Stay tuned)

So anyway my other option for Maglor would be...oh heck no I have two other options. No wait THREE. What the HECK. ok let me figure this out. The options are J-Hope, Yoongi, and Jimin. I’m not even sure why yet so let’s find out. (sidenote: if Maedhros did not exist Namjoon the song-writer would be Maglor, as the greatest poet and bard)

1.  J-Hope as Maglor: I don’t know, I had reasons but they are escaping me. Maglor is said to have had a gentler temperament than his brothers and I would say J-Hope has a very soft sunshine heart. I guess one thing is that Maglor was left to hold everybody together when Maedhros was captured by Morgoth, and if Namjoon was ever hung on a cliff for an indeterminate amount of time or whatever equals that in our world, J-Hope would step up. I keep seeing things about how he supports the other members when they are having tough times, giving them encouragement and food and love. He leads them in practicing dance choreography all the time, and if I remember I am pretty sure Namjoon actually stated that Hoseok would make a good group leader. 

Also one time Namjoon was talking about Hobi (oh shoot, should J-Hope of the many names be Maedhros of the many names? Lol maybe in that one universe where Namjoon is Maglor, then Hobi could could be Maedhros) Namjoon says that J-Hope is like water (where did Maglor toss his Silmaril again hmm?) and puts people at ease. Well idk about other people but Maglor seems to have put Elrond and Elros at ease because even after that whole Kinslaying thing “love grew between them as little might be thought.” I too would probably come to love J-Hope no matter the past between us. He is just that sweet and soft-hearted

2.  Yoongi as Maglor: ok honestly I really really actually want Yoongi for Caranthir, more on that later. However I also like Yoongi as Maglor because it is unexpected, yet certain things just feel right. I keep thinking about Yoongi’s “First Love” where he raps about how his PIANO was his first love (GOSH ISN’T THAT THE SWEETEST THING EVER) also in Lee Sora’s “Song Request” he raps this: “I’m happiness to someone and the soul to another / A lullaby to someone and at times a noise / I’ll be with you at your birth and your end / Remember we’re always together anywhere / I’ll always console your life / So just lean on me and rest sometimes” and LOOK I JUST DIED TYPING THIS but what I am getting at is music is burnt into Yoongi’s soul as I think it is Maglor’s, and Yoongi really is very soft and loving and also one time Namjoon said that Yoongi “makes me ponder about what kind of person I am” and Maglor several times is a voice of reason and very much tries to dissuade Maedhros from going after the Silmarils one last time. Idk it could work (but also...CARANTHIR) (BUT ALSO OMG YOONGI’S VOICE MURDERS ME WHEN HE RAPS AND HIS PASSION WOW AND NOW I AM PICTURING MODERN DAY MAGLOR RAPPING  OBLIQUELY ABOUT HIS FAMILY AND PAST AND PAIN UGGGGGGGHHHH

3.  Who was my other choice? Right, Jimin. Why did I say Jimin?? ? i don’t remember, dang it

Ok I think it is definitely time to do Caranthir.

As previously stated, I love Yoongi as Caranthir. I have my reasons personally I think they are very good reasons :D Ok Caranthir is WOW ok I am OFFENDED because I just went to double-check something on wikipedia and I typed Caranthir into the Google search engine and the first three results were all about this Caranthir dude from the Witcher, and while that game seems very interesting I am UPSET for Yoongi’s I mean Caranthir the Dark’s sake.

AHEM

Caranthir the Dark. What a name. I mean it might just be a reference to his father-name of Morifinwe and to his hair, but he is also described as being the harshest and quickest to anger. Yoongi, bless his soul and his actually very soft and squishy heart, is well known for: being unbothered by BTS general antics, for being the one to sit back and watch everyone else do dumb stuff (like when they were all dancing to MIC drop and he just walks away from them, or when they are all acting like kids jumping in the pool and he just watches with a smile on his face while drinking a glass of wine and look to me Caranthir is the one Feanorian who doesn’t pair up with anyone in particular, like we have Maedhros and Maglor, Celegorm and Curufin, Amrod and Amras, but Caranthir is the one who goes off and lives separate from them and

GOSH now I sound so dumb because I am NOT trying to say that Caranthir doesn’t love his bros or that Yoongi is a loner that is NOT what I am saying, agh I mean Caranthir is great (minus, you know, the kin-slayings the Feanorians sadly fall into) and even befriends Haleth’s people and protects them, t’s just this weird categorizing thing in my head, that Caranthir is the crusty brother, and while he loves his bros to DEATH and they him, the majority of his bros are sliiiiightly afraid of him, in a brotherly way, like how the members are with Yoongi! Like just recently oh what was it, they were on a BTS Run episode and someone had to splash or otherwise give Yoongi a penalty and right away everyone was like NAMJOON YOU DO IT. turning to the leader hyung because they don’t want Yoongi to be mad at them

Of course now I am remembering that one post of gifs demonstrating how Jungkook is the only one who can bother Yoongi without dying lol except NOW I am picturing Amrod the youngest Feanorian* being the only one who can bother Caranthir and then the ensuing PAIN because Amrod Umbarto (thanks for THAT name, Mom) perishes (in certain canon) in flames at the Burning of the Ships and wowwww no I do not need any of this pain

*SIDENOTE: AMROD IS THE YOUNGEST IN CERTAIN CANON WHICH CONFUSES THINGS A HECK OF A LOT SEE THE AMROD AND AMRAS SECTION BELOW

I’m pretty sure I have never rambled so much in my life and also pretty sure I have way too many parentheses and not all of them are closed oops

Anyway, imagine Caranthir as the brother you are afraid of but would die for and who would die for you if anyone looks at you wrong, the brother with the wry acerbic wit, but who LITERALLY LIGHTS UP THE UNIVERSE WITH HIS SMILE AND ALSO DOESN’T EXPRESS HIS LOVE ALOUD AS OFTEN AS SOME OF YOUR BROTHERS DO BUT

HE SECRETLY LOVES PHYSICAL CONTACT AT TIMES AND ALSO SECRETLY LOVES PIGGY-BACK RIDES EVEN THO HE PROFESSES TO HATE THEM AND GIVES OUT WISE LIFE ADVICE TO HIS BROS AND HIS PEOPLE AND IS SUCH A SOFTIE FOR HIS BROS AND OCCASIONALLY SENDS ONE OF HIS BABY BROS LONG LETTERS WITH A SIMPLE “I LOVE YOU” AT THE END THAT HAS CELEGORM OR AMROD CRYING FOR TEN MINUTES (HAHAHA GUESS WHO I THINK TAEHYUNG WOULD BE)

Also someone has to be the best cook of the Feanorians and it might as well be Caranthir

….apparently I’m not done with Caranthir, because “the Dark” also makes me think of a dark horse, or at least something happening that is unexpected, and that reminds me of that interview where dad/mom/interpreter Namjoon was like yeah none of the other members can speak English, and then Yoongi just out of NOWHERE speaks a line of great English and Namjoon was like ….guess I was wrong

OKAAAAY WHERE ARE WE

I do not have very clear thoughts about who the rest of the members are so let’s just go with my brain and hope it makes some good connections

Let’s do Celegorm since I just mentioned him

Celegorm could be either Taehyung or….Jin? :? Merrr idk. Let’s examine

I think the main reason why I jump at the option of Tae for Celegorm is because of Tae’s love for his dog Yeontan, or Tan, and of course Celegorm is the master of Huan, and they had a very special relationship for ages until Celegorm f---ed up. Seriously, you want to see something cute? Look up Tae’s Vlive that is entirely focused on his lil pupper (what am I saying look up ANYTHING about Tae and you will find something cute)

On the other hand Jin could be Celegorm because Celegorm is known as the Fair and if you don’t know by now that Jin is World Wide Handsome I don’t know how I can help you

OMG WAIT I JUST THOUGHT OF OTHER REASONS WHY JIN COULD BE CELEGORM! So Celegorm’s father-name is Turcafinwë, which basically means “strong in body” and Jin has got those broad shoulders (gosh they are so broad). Also, Celegorm’s mother-name is Tyelkormo, or “hasty riser,” referring to his quick temper and habit of leaping when angered. And this doesn’t perfectly relate but the amount of times I have seen Jin yelling or just being wild in general or even just pretending to be mad makes me think of this. Also there was one time idk what was even going on but Jin was struggling to pronounce Bangtansonyeon-dan (SAME) and saying it was too long and difficult and J-Hope was teasing him and Namjoon told him not to get mad since he had been calling himself a fairy and shouldn’t be mad as such, and Jin was like hey I can be a mad fairy if I want lol

See now I am just confused because now I am looking back at Jin as Maglor and I might like that better? WHY IS THIS SO HARD

Speaking of Jin, and Celegorm, why on EARTH was I thinking of Jin for Curufin? Ugggh see my problem is I ran out of time last night and so I am finishing the essay some 20 hours later and I kNOW that when I was saying Jin should be Curufin I had a better reason then their names rhyme. Heck, I could make that same argument for Jimin as Curufin.

Except I also have a second and better argument for Jimin as Curufin, at least under the circumstance where Taehyung is Celegorm. Look, all the BTS members are really close with each other, and you can literally argue all day about who is closer to who (a really pointless waste of time in my opinion I mean why argue when you can just melt over them all being sweet and funny and kind and teasing with each other) but anyway all that aside one thing I love in particular is how sweet Jimin and Taehyung often are with each other, holding hands and comforting each other and being on teams in competitions *starts laughing at the memory of them being complete disasters that one cooking show* and anyway Celegorm and Curufin seem pretty inseparable, running around causing all kinds of trouble (guys sTOP). Jimin and Taehyung have called themselves soulmates, so it makes sense to have them be part of a duo

Not that Taehyung would engage in a kidnapping stunt like Celegorm did, but the point is, Jimin, the precious bby, has Tae’s back

Jimin: “Taehyung is the happiest when he is with me” aww

This has nothing to do with the point of this post but I just need to stop here and say that Jimin is so freaking talented I was just looking up some gifsets of him and obviously his singing is angelic but also OMGGG his dancing!!!

Ok, jumping back slightly, I guess one way Jin could be Curufin is if Jungkook is Celegorm, because I could see those beautiful dorks running around causing all kinds of trouble, except I really have no reason to have Jungkook be Celegorm, especially since he is very much Amras in my head for reasons

OOOH NO I also thought of a way in which Jungkook could be--wait for it--cURUFIN. WHY AM I LIKE THIS

You see, Curufin was his dad’s favorite son and thus Feanor gave his favorite son the exact same father-name Feanor had, Curufinwë, and Curufin is the only son who chose to use his father-name over his mother-name if I recall, and anyway all meaning he probably loved his dad a lot and was proud of his name, and this makes me think of how Namjoon gave Jungkook the title of the Golden Maknae and of how freaking much Jungkook looks up to and respects Namjoon (look while Namjoon is a hyung, he is also a dad figure, so he may as well be Feanor and Maedhros both)

I guess if Jungkook were Curufin, Jin could go back to being Celegorm

Aaaaggggh you do not know how much hair I have pulled out this is taking a lot of brainwork

FINALLY AT THE LAST TWO

We now present my exceedingly confused ramblings regarding the twins Amrod and Amras. Before we begin, let me SHAKE MY FIST AT TOLKIEN FOR MAKING THIS ESSAY EVEN MORE CONFUSING TO WRITE

See, I had Jungkook all set up in my head as Amras, the youngest son according to the Silmarillion. Jungkook is the maknae, the baby, and all the members DOTE on him and he loves them and respects them and pesters them and it’s great, so yeah Jungkook has to be Amras the baby of the Feanorians. I would then put Taehyung as Amrod, the just barely older bby who the other members also adore and protect. Jungkook and Taehyung are SO FREAKING CUTE whenever they are doing stuff together, whether it is singing or hugging or holding each other on their backs while they singing. When they goof off together or pester each other, they are the most precious, must dorkiest dorks to ever be my faves. Hence why I pair them together in my head as Amrod and Amras, at least the times when I am not pairing Tae with Jimin or Jungkook with Jin. Amrad and Amras seem as inseparable as Celegorm and Curufin, and they go off and live in some beautiful wild part of the land and basically stick to hunting and staying out of everyone’s business until they get reminded they took a stupid oath

EXCEPT then Tolkien has one alternate writing where the youngest is actually AMROD and Amrod dies at the burning of the ships because Feanor doesn’t know how to count his kids I guess (Namjoon you lost something again) (sorry that is a terrible joke) (but is it made slightly better by the fact that while Namjoon is apparently Feanor he is much more Maedhros, who was against the burning of the ships and did not participate?) so like this is where I started to get my third headache (exacerbated by the fact that I haven’t eaten dinner yet and it is 9 pm what is wrong with me) because then I have to make Jungkook Amrod and Taehyung Amras. It’s such a trial having to write both their names next to both Feanorians

On the other hand, an interesting thing to think about is that in this alternate writing, Amras was so aggrieved by his brother’s death that he called out Feanor--Feanor!--for being so dumb as to A. call or let his wife call their youngest by the name of Umbarto (the Fated) and then to B. accidentally let him perish in a fire that FEANOR started because he had a grudge (and I think Tolkien wrote that that Amrod was possibly sleeping on the ships because he was upset with Feanor for the terrible deeds he was committing, so like, double way to go Feanor)

I am really tired and hungry my head hurts

What am I missing?

I like Taehyung and Jungkook best for Amrod and Amras a lot BUT if I were doing one of the other options above, I could see having the follow lineup:

Jin=Celegorm, Jungkook= Curufin, Jimin=Amrod, Taehyung=Amras

In this instance, I could see Jimin and Tae as either Amrod or Amras no matter which one is older. Taehyung could definitely be the bby and do his own thing but could also be the brother who mourns his brother and calls out Feanor. Actually though Jimin while being young and precious gives me more of an older brother vibe than Taehyung does, so I guess I would have Jimin be the elder of the twins. Yes, that makes more sense

UGH but wait if I put Jimin and Tae as Curufin and Celegorm, I could put Jungkook back as youngest bby Amrod or Amras, but would Jin fit into the older twin role? Maaaaybe, if you just think about Jungkook and Jin heading off by themselves and goofing off...I don’t like it as much though

Possibilities So Far

Maedhros: Namjoon, maybe J-Hope?

Maglor: Jin, J-Hope, Yoongi, maybe Namjoon

Caranthir: Yoongi

Celegorm: Taehyung, Jin

Curufin: Jimin, Jungkook

Amrod: Taehyung, Jungkook, Jimin

Amras: Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin

……………………….

I have spent five minutes now trying to figure out possible final line-ups but it’s all a mess

I  LITERALLY CAN’T THINK ANYMORE

I DECLARE THIS ESSAY/RANT HAS COME TO AN END

PLEASE CHELSEA SEND HELP!

WHAT AM I MISSING/HAVE WRONG? IS THERE A BETTER SPOT FOR J-HOPE? SHOULD SOMEONE ELSE BE CARANTHIR? COULD JIN BE A CARANTHIR IN SOME WAY?? (I THINK I COULD HAVE THOUGHTS ABOUT THAT BUT I AM TOO TIRED TO THINK THEM)

[cycas]

Before the Havens

I haven’t finished my art for Amrod & Amras, alas, so here is a short fic from a WIP, instead, in which the brothers make their fateful decision to attack the Havens of Sirion.  (I don’t for one moment believe the scurrilous rumours about Amrod dying at Losgar.  Arrant Doriathrin propaganda, every word of it, and I will die on this hillside!)

Maedhros hurried his brothers up to the tower room, and closed the doors. He shook the handles too, as if he thought the door might not be closed properly, and looked around sharply, his hand on his sword hilt, as if orcs might have somehow slipped into the room when he was not looking.

“I have decided we must attack the Havens of Sirion and reclaim the Silmaril that is there,” he said, abruptly. The others looked at him in startled surprise.

“What?” Amrod said, almost as though he thought he had misheard. “But...I thought we agreed to wait? It was your idea!”

“I was... mistaken.” Maedhros looked abruptly over his shoulder, at nothing.

Maglor asked, gently, “Are you unwell?”

Maedhros gave him a quick glance with those bright, desperate eyes. “It’s following me,” he said.

“Oh, no,” Amras said, as if he knew just what that meant.

“Following you?” Maglor asked

“The Oath. The Oath is following me. It will not let me rest.” Maedhros walked swiftly to the window, and looked again behind him, a quick, reflexive action. He poured himself a cup of the white, fierce spirit that they brewed now from the roots of the white flowers of the plains, and drank most of it in a couple of swallows.

Maglor came over, quietly took the jug from him and poured cups for himself, Amrod and Amras. “It’s following you?” he asked, his face concerned.

“In a form like a black serpent or.. Or a wingless dragon. Something that rustles, and scuttles... I cannot see it, most of the time. It’s behind me. But I can hear it, always there, always watching. I can’t live with it... can’t go on with it there any more. It needs the Silmarils. It will be satisfied with nothing else.”

“I have seen something like that too,” Amras admitted in a low voice. “I think it’s watching me too, sometimes. More if I think about... them. The jewels.”

“Sometimes there is...something, I catch a glimpse of it, just out of the corner of my eye,” Amrod said. “I don’t know what it is. Perhaps you are right. Perhaps it is the Oath... I feel my words coming short.” He sat down, abruptly. “ It wants no more words from me, only action. I’ll follow, if you lead us to the Havens.”

“And I,” said Amras, although he looked deeply unhappy.

“Well, I have seen no scuttling darkness,” Maglor said, and his face was troubled. “But ...I find those words coming into my mouth again, most of all when I would leave them to rest quiet. I find them winding into my songs. The Everlasting Darkness doom us if our deed faileth... When? When does it take us? Have our father and brothers indeed passed to the Halls of Mandos, or...” his voice trailed off. He took a swig from his cup, and made a face. “This stuff is filthy. I take it we have no wine left?”

“Nobody is growing vines any more,” Amras said, swirling the liquid in his cup, and grimacing sympathetically. “You need years of peace for vineyards, I understand.” He looked back at Maedhros. “You cannot see any other way but to attack the Havens? I agree the Silmaril there is by far the easiest of the three to take back, but... it would mean attacking our own. ”

Maedhros twitched and rubbed at the junction where the silver hand he wore joined with the arm. “After Doriath, you can still say that? And have you forgotten the killing we did at Alqualondë?”

Amras scrubbed at his face with one hand. “Who could forget Alqualondë? But it was a misunderstanding. Doriath... You didn’t mean it to happen like that. That wasn’t the plan. It all got out of hand. It was supposed to be over swiftly, and with minimum damage.”

“All we do goes amiss. But the Oath will not let us rest. We can only go on,” Maedhros said. “I tried to let it go. I did. But it will not let go of me.”

Maglor looked uncomfortable. “You really want an attack on the Havens... Are you sure, Maedhros? The place is full of refugees. It’s not a real city, it’s a sprawling camp. Escaped thralls, the walking wounded of Nargothrond and Gondolin, children of the Sindar, the Noldor and of the Aftercomers. Old men and women, too, very likely. Not to mention those of our own followers who were sent south as children, or because they were otherwise unable to fight... We have no way of knowing where Elwing might be. It would be chaos. Like Doriath over again, but worse. And... we have been protecting their North-East flank. They will have no idea we would turn upon them.”

“It will be chaos,” Maedhros said, and he put his silver hand down heavily on the table. It echoed dully under the impact, like a distant drum. “It will be chaos, and it will bring terror and death to our own people, who have trusted us. But that is what we are sworn to, and... I cannot fight it any more. I cannot. The Oath is hungry to be fulfilled. This is our last chance.”

“At least write to them first,” Amras argued. “Elwing is old enough now to make her own decisions, and she has good advisors. Finarfin’s daughter Galadriel is there with them: she is no fool. Eärendil is said to be wise, for all his youth. They may yet choose to give up the gem and make peace.”

[lendmyboyfriendahand]

Fourth age Feanorians and scars

Maedhros feels like a child again, immature and naive and everyone can see his beautiful face that never had anything bad happen to it. He hates it. The only thing stopping him from slicing up his own face with a kitchen knife is that the stares he'd get then would still be wrong. They'd know he didn't fit in, bit it would be pity, not the fear of what he might do or recognition of what he'd survived. The right hand is the worst - he doesn't have to look in mirrors, but it's hard to keep your own arms fully out of view. He wears heavy gloves and pretends it's a prosthetic, and on bad days has a wooden mitten so his arm is no more dexterous than it was for nearly six hundred years, if a bit longer.

Maglor is the only one with the same body, the same scars as before. It makes him look older than his brothers, and well - he is and he isn’t. They may have opinions about their looks, but they don’t have to deal with the actual injuries His left leg aches when he climbs stairs, the remnant of  falling down a cliff and his amateur attempt to set it sometime around Third Age 500. And his left hand of course, has the burn scars. They don’t hurt exactly, but he can’t fully straighten it anymore. He’d love a new body that is less worn, but he still doesn’t want to die (and doesn’t trust that he’d be allowed back out, despite all his brothers as evidence).

Celegorm looks like a greenhorn. Strangers pass by him on a hunt and offer friendly advice on how to use his bow, or tips on how to convince a mother bear to let you see her cub without getting mauled. Celegorm knows all of it, but it’s knowledge you can only get by experiencing things yourself and having to run at full speed with no regard for branches in the way because you guessed wrong and now the bear is pissed. This body is in perfect condition (he’s as strong as ever), it’s not people’s fault that they assume he’s never set foot outside the practice yard. It’s probably better than people recognizing him. He’s not going to mope like Maedhros, or give himself fake scars so he can get fake respect. He goes out and gets new scars honestly. His names are strong and reckless, he can and will walk up to a wolf pack and stay until they accept him as one of them.

Caranthir has never really felt any emotional connection to his body. It takes him where he pleases, lets him talk to strangers and find out what they have that they’re willing to part with, lets him add up the accounts of what he owns and what he wants. The fingers are precise enough to move a pen or a needle exactly as he wishes, and the eyes can see the difference between silver and mithril even on a moonless night. He never had a debilitating injury in Beleriand (well, other than his death), so he never minded the scars acquired from centuries of skirmishes. But neither does he miss them. This body is just as good, and just as much his, as it ever was, even if that isn’t much.

Curufin doesn’t miss most of his scars. The place where Beren nicked him with his own knife, the mark where a burning cinder hit him as Himlad collapsed in flames behind him, these are marks of failure. But this new body has never worked a forge, never grasped a piece of copper that was still hot but he was too eager to inlay with gems. More importantly it’s never been comforted in it’s pain, and may never be - the only ones Curufin will let see him weak are Feanor and Celegorm. Celegorm rarely steps foot in a forge, and Feanor is not back, and may never be. Curufin doesn’t need it of course, but knowing his memories of Feanor hugging him (in reassurance when Curufin quenched a sword too fast a piece broke off and hit him) never happened to these shoulders is - unpleasant.

Amrod and Amras look identical again. Amras’s friends mix him up with Amrod, and Amrod’s rivals confuse him with Amras, in a way that hasn’t happened since they were children in Tirion. Strangers confused them up until the end of course, but people they knew had learned to tell the difference To learn those people had been relying on their appearance, not actually getting to know their personalities, is hard. But if it’s the truth, Amras at least would rather know then not. Amrod would trade the knowledge for his dearest friends not checking his name at the start of every conversation, but that’s not a choice he gets to make. At least strangers have stopped playing “spot the difference” using the twins’ scars now that they’re healed.

Celebrimbor is very glad to be in a scarless body. His captivity under Sauron - people think of it as a short time, and it was in the life on an elf. But it was long enough to the first wounds to heal over, and be reopened, and heal again. A body that was never broken down is wonderful. And if it’s a body that never held “Annatar” in its arms, never kissed the love of his life who was secretly laughing the whole time, never had Sauron’s lying tongue run over its most secret places, that’s probably for the best as well. Celebrimbor misses Annatar a lot, but a clean break is emotionally healthy or something.

[lendmyboyfriendahand]

Canon divergent sequel to this fic I wrote 2 years ago. Brief summary is that Amrod died at Losgar, but his ghost “moved in” with Amras.

Maedhros was trying his best to plan an orderly retreat to Amon Ereb. Given that a quarter of their force had deserted or outright turned on them, and many besides were dead, this was far from trivial. The sobs of Elwing’ frightened sons did not help his mood, and the problem of what to do with them was another complication. They were too young to be left alone for the days it would take Gil-Galad to arrive from Balar, but any of his soldiers left with them would surely be executed. There was also the problem that there was hardly a building left in the city with four solid walls and an intact roof.

Amras walked into the command tent. Or it was probably Amras – Amrod had refused to fight at Doriath or Sirion, and had not shown himself to anyone for weeks after the former. “We will care for them,” he announced without preamble.

“Care for who?”

“The twin sons of Elwing. We aren’t able to send them to Gil-Galad or Celeborn or whoever you’re thinking of; it would be a suicide mission. So we will care for them personally, on the journey and when we reach Amon Ereb.”

“I don’t have time to look after children.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to.”

“Ah. Is Amrod aware you’re signing him up for this?”

“We can’t actually ignore each other when one of us is trying to talk. He doesn’t want a repeat of the woods at Doriath either.”

“Neither of you have any experience with children.”

“Everyone who does either refused to fight here or is far too busy. Besides, we watched Celebrimbor.”

“For a few hours at a time when Curufin was busy, you haven’t raised any. The boys should be sent to their kin, anyway.”

“We’re their kin. And you can’t safely send them with anyone.”

“If anyone was injured in the fight, mortally but slowly –”

“There are none. I spoke with the healers, and all who will die of their wounds have already done so.”

“Perhaps if we included a message –”

“Everyone would go on a suicide mission if you sent them, but don’t pretend it’s anything else. And I don’t know it would even work, one adult and two children out in the wild.”

“Fine, we’ll take them with us until we can think of a safe way to hand them off. It doesn’t need to be you though.”

“Why not me?”

Maedhros cast around for a polite reason. “Maglor just died.  We’re both grieving. That’s not a good emotional state to raise children in.”

“Everyone in our army had a family member die this battle, save only those who already lost everyone they hold dear years ago.”

“They would benefit from having guardians who can be in two places at once, if they have different interests or fears.”

“They’ve lost everyone they know and will be too terrified to let each other out of their sight for months. Then we can introduce another person who they must trust not to slaughter them.”

“I don’t think convincing them that no one but you two is trustworthy is healthy either. Or that they can rely solely on family.”

“Not just family, their twin brother. I know that anyone can make stupid decisions, but a twin is the one who will always pull you back out. We know that better than anyone else.”

Maedhros sighed. “That’s part of my worry.”

“Oh?”

“The two of your relationship isn’t healthy. I don’t know what it would do to children to try and copy it.”

“Oh, so I should have just let Amrod die?”

“That’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying that just because something is not worse than death it is not necessarily good!”

Ambarussa’s expression grew more set. “I don’t actually have to do what you say,” Amrod said.

Maedhros sighed. “You really have your mind set on this?”

“I’m not about to get bored and abandon them in the woods.”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

“What did you mean then?”

“You’ve thought through what this means, not just in terms of a little less blood on our hands, but in terms of your position in the Feanorian host.”

“I don’t have a position in the Feanorian host, I’m just a guest of Amras.”

“That’s my oint. You can watch over the princes, but I’m ultimately the one in command. They’ll come with us back to Amon Ereb for a while, but if I say they’re being sent to Gil-Galad, or Celeborn, or a nice Edain couple who are distant relatives of theirs through Rian, they go. Likewise, you don’t take it into your head to set them free from the horrible kinslayers if I say they stay with us, even if they hate us – even if they hate you. You don’t pull the ‘I was executed and don’t answer to your authority’ card over them.”

“I don’t trust you not to get them killed, judging by what a fine job you’re doing with us.”

“You can argue if you think my plans will hurt them, but I will have the final say. Thingol’s last heirs are too important to be let wander Beleriand with only a one and a half warriors to protect them.”

“What exactly is you plan if I won’t obey?”

“I go into the army, and ask for a volunteer to watch the princes here, in the remains of the palace, until Gil-Galad comes. We leave the volunteer with two weeks’ worth of food, and a dagger to slit their own throat when the king is in sight. We lose a soldier, the princes get a little more traumatized, and life goes on.”

“Fine. They’re your prisoners, and you get to send them where you want, and I won’t stage any prison breaks. If you abuse them though, I’ll come after you myself.”

“Lovely. They’re in the cellar at the moment; tell the guard at the door you have my permission to be there. You and Amras will have to work out how to get the boys on horseback.”

“They’re light, and we still like horses we could ride doubled up on. One in front of us and one behind, and they can swap out when their arms get tired.”