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What if there were elves that left for middle earth from valinor before the flight of the noldor?
You know the short story “the ones who walk away from omelas”?
Basically, valinor is perfect, except when it’s not. And while most elves are willing to bend to the valar for protection, a few of them will not.
They don’t leave with fanfair. They don’t announce their escape.
But every now and then, you’ll notice that an elf has gone away.
They walk out of the door one night and board a small ship. And they sail away to find a better place. Or go back home to the land in which they were made.
And then over half the noldor make a big deal about fleeing valinor and those elves go “jesus christ, guys, we made sure to leave without causing a ruckus for the sole purpose of not getting ‘punished’ by the valar”
Prompt: The viewpoint of a Noldo on the ships while Uinen’s tears make the sea rougher
Anon! Thank you for this most inspiring prompt! 🤍💛
I've decided to explore this as diary entries for @silmarillionepistolary week! There will be one entry for each day. Hope you like it ^^
Chapters: 1/7
Warnings: Major Character Death
Characters: Original Characters, Uinen (Tolkien)
Additional Tags: Epistolary, Flight of the Noldor, Psychological Horror
Summary:
Some snippets from the journal of Almalindë during the flight of the Noldor on the stolen ships.
...and the Valar will fence Valinor against you, and shut you out, so that not even the echo of your lamentation shall pass over the mountains.
My pet theory:
The Valar are at first incredibly opposed to the idea of telling the elves who stayed in Valinor anything about their exiled kin, but not for any nefarious reasons. It takes a while for the remaining Amanyar to convince them that actually no news is much more nerve-wracking than bad news.
I mean this is actually very illogical and I wouldn't expect beings that experience emotions very differently if at all to guess, but it is like that nonetheless
not that it would have been possible to hide how bad things are once people start to feel their family dying en masse anyway
crossing the Helcaraxë is like grinding ice? You know what else is grinding? *points* carnifindo and forodion over there. We get it, your wives died in the ice yesterday, look, ioreth just died over there alright you’re being a bit loud. We’ll sing her a fourteen hour lament. What do you mean more noldo will die if we do that? exile yourself. die. die. I’m not a kinslayer but die. may námo cast you away from the halls of the dead. oh it’s because you have a sore throat from the ice? well that’s alrigh- oh curulambe just froze to death. Just another day on the bleeding Helcaraxë.
Throwback to January 2023 and my second fic on AO3 Separate Ways (Worlds Apart) I was still working on non-lame titles. Thanks for the tag @melestasflight
He rose to his feet, wiping the wetness from his cheeks. "Goodbye, mother. I love you."
“And I you, Nelyo." He alone had come to bid her farewell. "May the light of the stars guide your way in the darkness."
He offered her a watery smile and turned back down the beaten footpath to where his horse stood waiting, the crimson of his cape swirling about his tall frame.
Nerdanel gripped the doorframe until she felt splinters pierce her fingers, but she could not force herself to turn away as his horse disappeared from view.
She was still standing there, silent tears dripping down her face, when Mahtan came to fetch her for the midday meal. She folded herself into her father’s strong arms and sobbed like the young woman she had been when she had told him that she was leaving the Mansions of Aulë for Fëanor’s house. Both father and daughter rued the day that a dark-haired prince had entered Aulë’s forges and stolen their children from them.
Rating: T/M for brief descriptions of violence, mature themes, and mentions of sexual desire; WC: 5.3k
snip below the cut
"Are you going to stop them from waging a new war or not?"
Aulë stood to his full height, looking down on Mairon as he had always done. And not just that the Vala’s stature was greater than his own. "I'm going to do nothing that would make it easier for you and your Master to destroy Middle Earth."
There it was. Marking the beginning of the end of his days in Aman.
But Aulë was wrong in one thing. "You know nothing of what I want for Middle Earth!"
And even then they weren’t informed officially, in the traditional way,
But rather through the grape vine.
That she faded and was almost instantly replaced by some damned valinor-born hussy.
When they heard it, they couldn’t believe it. Not with the way they remembered finwe being an absolute simp for miriel. Not with how they knew the entire reason finwe journeyed with Orome in the first place was to impress her.
But the evidence was there, with the child and grandchildren of the other elleth taking up territory, taking up land that had been declared sacred, claimed for millennia WITHOUT SO MUCH AS CONSULTING THE ELVES WHO NEVER LEFT THESE SHORES.
when Oropher heard that the grandchildren of the elleth who replaced his daughter would be invited to doriath as a sign of good faith by Melian’s thrall his rage could be felt all throughout the city. He refused to have anything to do with them throughout their entire stay, and even when celeborn, son of elmo, married galadriel, he refused to interact with her more than necessary.
(Galadriel thought his huffy-ness was due to her being a noldor and the kinslayings. She also never realized that Elu Thingol was no more than Melian’s thrall, and that Elwe was all but dead. As far as Oropher is concerned she’s got her head way too far up her ass for him to take her seriously)
(Galadriel’s thought that the silver haired ellon was a stiff prejudiced hufter. This viewpoint prevailed throughout history)
(Celeborn was confused at oropher’s attitude towards galadriel, but did his best to run interference before galadriel pissed Oropher off enough to snap and kill her)
Miriel’s family knew that there would be no way she would just fade without foul play.
(They’re right)
Oropher is patient. That’s what makes him deadly.
The valar worshipping hairlots took galadriel observation at face value.
That’s fine. Makes it easier for him.
Because they’re fools if they think that he won’t raise hell for his child, consequences be damned.
(Miriel’s family is braying for blood. And only those who remember the early years know the storm that awaits when Oropher comes though the halls.)
My brother's theory regarding the 10% of the Noldor that never joined the exile: well, maybe they weren't actually unusually wise. Maybe they would have gone, but they weren't there when Fëanor was orating, and the people who tried to relay the speech to them weren't as inspiring xd