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foiazoli · 3 days

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So I was thinking about Ingwion's name today, as you do. It feels like a pretty bad name, as it just means "son of Ingwe" and doesn't give him much space for his own personality, history, etc outside of his father. I was also thinking about how Ingwe must not have any other sons then, as having one of your sons being named "my son" and another one(s) not being called anything like that is... favoritism? Something like that anyway.

But then I had a better thought - Ingwion isn't a singular elf, he's several elves in a trench coat. Allow me to elaborate.

"Ingwion" is just the name of Ingwe's heir/the crown prince of the Vanyar, and is just used by whichever of Ingwe's kids drew the short straw and had to do politics this time or who decided they needed to do something political. All of Ingwe's kids have actual distinct names, and they just pretend to be one person who doesn't actually exist for the sake of political expediency.

#silm #ingwe #ingwion #silm headcanons #silmarillion #thanks for listening to my silly silm thought of the day

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awkwardtuatara · 8 months

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The last two Silmarillion Daily posts have gotten me thinking about the War of Wrath again, specifically these points:

Why didn't the Elves remaining in Beleriand fight in the War? Were they tired, incapable, unwilling, or prevented from fighting by the Host of the Valar? Also notable is that Gil-galad is High King of the Noldor at this point, regardless of his genealogy, and working to maintain refuges for the Eldar. And given that this war shook the ground and spanned the entirety of Beleriand, there's no way they didn't know about it.

For that matter, why did the Edain fight when the Elves didn't?

This war took forty years. With its large scale and the ensuing destruction of the land, conditions must have been dire by the end - lack of supplies, low morale... The Siege of Angband lasted 400 years, but they didn't have to supply enough resources for an army that can cover an entire continent, and the land was more hospitable then.

How was the Host of the Valar ready to fight so soon? As far as we know, the Vanyar have never been involved in any combat. The Noldor wouldn't have had much experience in fighting or strategy either. This means that either: 1) at some point in First Age Valinor something occured to make the inhabitants arm themselves and learn to fight; 2) in the span of 1-2 years they gave themselves a crash course and procured all their resources, possibly assisted by the Valar (which is possible, depending on whether or not time passes differently in Valinor); or 3) the grand Host of the Valar was severely underprepared upon arriving to Middle-earth.

What were Elrond and Elros doing all those years? Did Earendil ever see them again?

#silmarillion daily #also we have almost *no details* about how the war actually went aside from a few incidents #war of wrath #finarfin #ingwion #eonwe #valinor #beleriand #gil-galad #silmarillion #tolkien

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valinorianyears · 10 months

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Laurefindele|Glorfindel as a kid with his dad Ingil in the gardens of Taniquetils vanyarin city

#silmarillion #valinorian years #silm art #silm headcanons #glorfindel #silm #silmarillion fanart #laurefindele #fanart #ingil #ingwion #taniquetil #art #illustration #tolkiengenweek #tolkien tag #tolkien elves #nature of middleearth gave us curly haired vanyar and you can pull them out of my cold dead hands

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that-angry-noldo · 3 months

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doodled some ash guys in school :3

ingwion has not appeared technically but he was mentioned once so he counts

#maedhros #maglor #finarfin #eönwë #ingwion #ashes #noldo draws #silm art #silmarillion #deldhineth #rundiel

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cilil · 2 months

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❅ Prompt: Frost & ice & sparring practice (rare pair bingo) | Eönwë x Arafinwë x Ingwion ❅ Synopsis: Sparring for attention goes awry. ❅ Warnings: / ❅ Drabble

» AN: I like to hc that both Arafinwë and Ingwion have a crush on Eönwë and try to impress him, but our birdy boy just never notices.

They had been warned to be careful.

Both Arafinwë and Ingwion had heard copious remarks about last night's snowfall and treacherous ice hiding underneath, but they simply couldn't help themselves.

Their relationship, friendship and rivalry in nigh equal measure, had, regardless of their better judgement, necessitated an impromptu duel in the courtyard of Ilmarin; a ploy to get the attention – and hopefully admiration – of a certain winged herald who regularly sparred with them and was the object of both of their desire.

Now the two princes lay in an undignified heap of limbs and weapons while Eönwë gently scolded them.

Thanks for reading! ♡

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#eonwe #eönwë #finarfin #arafinwe #ingwion #eonwe x arafinwe x ingwion #drabble #silm fanfic #silmarillion fanfiction #silmarillion #cílil writes #my writing #winter prompts

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pengumi12 · 6 months

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House of Finwe

Missing some ppl and with the addition of others

#gil's art #silmarillion #silm art #finwe #ingwe #nolofinwe #anarie #ingwion #indis #irime #findis #rumil #olwe #earwen #arafinwe #house of finwe #designs subject to change

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silvantransthranduiltrash · 2 months

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Wait a minute what du you mean with, Ingwë’s wife is fucking his father? What did I miss now?

Have a nice day.

lmao, sometimes i admit i go so far into the left field it's hard to keep up.

mind you, the wife fucking the dad is in my au, not in cannon.

basically it boils down to the fact that Ingwe's bio dad is a jack ass, but he's a charming jackass.

ingwe went nc with his bio parents due to abuse, but his wife didn't understand the concept of abusive parents bc she was born in valinor, the land of then perfection. as a result, she invited them to her and ingwe's wedding without telling him, which caused him to be pissed at her. hence why their marital relationship has been a shit show literally since the day they got married.

and bc their relationship has been on the rocks, ingwe's bio dad, ingen, naturally decides to comfort his new daughter in law.

and then that affair just kept going.

tbf, Ingen has been established to be an elf that is absolutly not a loyal partner, inwe's mother, tbf, is only with ingen bc of the benefits (not actual love) so she doesn't really care, unless it causes problems for her.

Ingwe's wife, on one hand feels guilty, on the other has been manipulated by ingen to feel that it is ingwe's fault for not playing along.

ingwe figured it out pretty quick, but he's so done with everyone in valinor's bullshit that he genuinly can't be bothered. as long as his wife doesn't screw him over, he has checked out of that relationship.

and then Ingwion is born, and he's ingen and ingwe's wife kid, who they are passing off as Ingwe's son. so now his half brother is being passed of as his son. eru help him.

in all fairness, ingwion does not know that ingwe isn't his dad, so that also attributes to why ingwe doesn't go scortched earth. furthermore, ingwe knows what it's like to grow up as ingen's son and he's not leaving any elf in that hell if he can help it.

so he's decided to adopt ingwion, and as far as he's concerned, ingwion is his son.

but again, there's just so much drama in his life that he's just trying his best here.

#ingwion #ingen #ingwe was adopted by thranduil #shamelessly pushing my ‘miriel and thranduil are twins agenda’#4 silvan sibs au #anon ask #answered asks #lord of the rings #lotr #lotr elves #silmarillion #the hobbit #ingwe

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valacirya · 9 months

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Another meme! This time for our War of Wrath bois!!

#finarfin #ingwion #eonwe

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 10 days

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Words of love

Day 5 prompts: Love

For: @silmarillionepistolary

Rating: General Audiences

Characters: Eönwë, Maglor, Írimë

Theme : A series of letters from one character to another - Eönwë to Ingwion | Maglor to Indilien (OC) | Írimë to Amarië

Themes: Soft | Fluff

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 778 words

Summary: Eönwë writes to Ingwion after the latter sends him a letter on life in Valimar | Maglor writes to Indilien, thanking her for agreeing to him corresponding with her | Írimë writes to Amarië, thanking her for her gifts

A/n: OC name meaning Indilien, wife of Maglor - Indil (Lily) | ien (suf. feminine ending; feminine patronymic).

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Letter 1 – Eönwë to Ingwion:

10th day of Y.T. 1231.—

Beloved,

It pleases me to hear that your training with Lord Tulkas goes well and that he sees to your lessons himself. He is a most steadfast and hardy friend, and I am certain that you will not want for comfort while you reside within his halls. Valimar is a most beautiful city, and to be invited to see all that lies behind its walls of white and gold is a rare honor. Prove yourself worthy of this honor, as I am sure you will, and you will discover much of what that fair city has to offer.

My love, your letter moved me deeply. To read of your deep longing for me, to know I am foremost in your thoughts! I confess that I read it once, and then I read it twice, and then I read it a third time. I treasured every word and committed each and every one of them to heart. I pray you will not think me weak when I admit I feel your absence most keenly. The great halls do not ring with the sound of your sweet laughter, and our chambers feel strangely cold and empty without you in them. The time of flowering and ripening of all things is upon us, and yet I find that Ilmarin is shrouded in the dark and dismal winter of death your leaving has left it in. Forgive me. The pain of our separation is nigh unbearable. I do all that I can to make myself content with the knowledge that when I call on you, this pain will pass. Alas! If only time flowed according to our own wishes! If only there was a way to make that appointed hour of our reunion arrive faster! There is none. Nevertheless, we will see each other again. This is all that truly matters in the end. With this, I will put an end to my letter. Write to me as often as you can, my love, and always keep me in your thoughts.

Written by the hand of he who longs for you,

Eönwë

Letter 2 - Maglor to Indilien (OC)

30th day of Y.T. 1284.—

Noble lady,

Allow me to begin by offering my sincerest and most humble gratitude for your granting of my wish to write to you, and I pray that I will not make you weary with my letters. I was told you were most astonished by my appeal and that you consider my request an honor. Pray allow me to correct you on this, my lady, for the one who is honored, is myself. Never have I heard another sing so sweetly or seen anyone more beautiful! There is no word to give justice to how you have captivated me, my lady, and I pray that you will allow me to speak of how you have held me enthralled the next time we meet. Such words will be poor fare, to be sure, but they will, no doubt, speak of the sincerity of my feelings and the depths they contain. I will write no more for a lack of time, but I beseech you to write to me if I have not offended you in any way with my declaration.

Your most faithful servant,

Lord Makalaurë Kanafinwë

Letter 3 - Írimë to Amarië

91st day of Y.T. 1362.—

Beloved,

Thanks and thanks and thanks again, my dearest, for your gifts. And thanks once more, for your tender words. They are more precious to me than any gift, though I will treasure the works of your hands greatly. Mother helped me find a place for all of them, and we both agreed that the marble carving of the great eagles who dwell in the crags of Ilmarin is the most breathtaking. So magnificent! So lifelike! I would have considered the turning of stone into something so fine nigh impossible had the great sculptor herself, Nerdanel, not proven me wrong on more than one occasion on that score. You are gifted as she, and I consider myself the most fortunate of elves to have one such as you by my side.

I am truly overwhelmed by your expression of love for me. No words could describe the sincerity of my gratitude, my dearest, but please accept these words, humble as they may be, as a token of my thanks. It heartens me to no end to know that I am so loved. And pray accept this gift—a bracelet that I have recently crafted—if it pleases you. With this, I shall bring an end to my letter.

Your beloved,

Írimë

tags @cilil @asianbutnotjapanese

#silmarillionepistolary #epistolary #eönwë #ingwion #eönwë x ingwion #maglor #tolkien OC #maglor x indilien #Írimë #amarië #Írimë x Amarië #the silm #the silmarillion #the silm fanfiction

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and-the-stars-collided · 1 year

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The First Elves as Aesthetics:

Finwë — grey skies, pine trees, stag's antlers, gritted teeth, piles of firewood, howling winds, lace table cloths, black ponds slick with ice, cautious, likes to plan, whispered confessions onto the autumn wind, the sharpness and cutting edge of a cold breeze, the glint of a metal blade, the bright teal of a midday ocean and the blackness of wild volcanic beaches, strong and independent, black hair, often staring into space, autumn mornings, braiding hair, love ballads, smiling fondly, lying by a small creek, falling in love when you shouldn't, starlit nights, regret, bittersweet kisses, being left wanting more.

Míriel — memories of past lovers, withering flowers, polished gravestones, being young and naive, gathering flowers and seeds, uncut gemstones, the gleam of a single tear falling, the silver reflection of the moon mirrored on the surface of a pond, an absence of sound, morning mist, hazy eyes, uncertain smiles, subtle exchanged glances, rich tapestries, tears streaming down their face, shattered promises, a not-quite persistent yearning, shaky breaths, moonlit rows, nimble hands, dancing to music playing softly in the distance, trusting the secrets of the night, waking up anew with determination.

Indis — warm tea, comfortable silence, soft eyes, messy hair, golden clouds, the sound of rain, a heart traced onto fogged up windows, yellow clothes on the days where the sun seems to have left forever, waking up to tear-stained sheets and feeling a little bit lighter, hopscotch in puddles, love at first sight, soft forehead kisses, secretly insecure, easily mistaken for the bad guy, wants the best for others, lost in thought, star gazing, always wearing some sort of shimmery nail polish, flowing dresses, wavy hair, the peace maker, the one to be called when something very specific is needed, butterflies, sparkling eyes, second chances.

Ingwë — bare feet on warm summer dirt, flower crowns slipping off heads after being flung back with laughter, mugs of too-sweet tea, sweet kisses, heart-wrenching poetry, pressed flowers, long hugs, warm and hazy afternoons, singing old songs, sunflowers, laughing till your chest hurts, bathing in sunlight, has the brightest smile ever seen, dried paint on their clothes, headbands and scrunches, fresh pancakes in the morning, stubborn but quick to learn, wanting to be on time and always a few minutes late, an artist's way of thinking, a journey of discovering one's passion.

Ilwen — the feeling of walking barefoot, inhaling the salty smell of the sea, forgetting about everything else but the fact that you are alive in that exact moment in the universe, grapes and oranges, the refreshing feeling of laying on the cold sand, complex architecture, busy markets filled with noises, the light swaying of a ship, sun-kissed skin, the smell of freshly baked bread at sunrise, drinking coffee under the warm morning sun, linen sheets, home-made jam, caring touches and warm smiles, looking for a shape in every cloud going by, simply enjoying the scenery, watches butterflies, drowsy days.

Ingwion — dark brown eyes, apple cider, thunder, creaking doors, owning up to rare losses, not accepting the path already created, confidently moving, staying in the deep end of a pool, reserved laughter, reckless, somehow manages to stumble into opportunities whenever they need them, quite the expert at falling out of love, will not worry unnecessarily, not taking the word of strangers seriously, seems warm but surprisingly coldblooded, deadpan jokes, sees everything but speaks rarely, dark under-eyes, loves stormy nights, punches and bruised knuckles, surprises and laughter, long empty hallways, tight hugs.

Thingol — regal, attempting to remain calm while in pain, silver moonlight, a thin pane of glass between you and society, luminescence, corrupted kings, forced smiles, too much ambition, protective of their family, falling through the sky, sharp collar bones, lip biting, purposeful words spoken with a sharp tongue, black coffee, dangerously flashing eyes, dripping false smiles, talking to people they have never met before aggressively, not held back by wanting to be in control, hoping for your demise, viciously smiling at others innocence, craving to turn the knife in the wound, perfectionism.

Olwë — begging to fly, pebbles thrown into the sea, rain falling against your face, not knowing if you are alive or dead, fingers tracing the petals of a wilting flower, rejoicing in storms, losing reality, staring at the horizon, deep conversations, knowing looks, rather standing shoulder to shoulder with one of their own than with an outsider, living a solitary life, sleeping on the ground, carving their name into rocks, crashed and wrecked boats, smoke signals, a fear of confrontation, bruised knuckles, patiently waiting for their enemies unhappy ending, pretty smile concealing a savage nature, bad manners sometimes.

Elmo — faded sunsets, running wild in the mountains and plains, kissing their lover in uninterrupted nature, dim lights, diving deep into the ocean, heartbeat pounding against your chest, flowers blooming slowly, feeling like you were made for another world, flowers growing in your heart, the accidental brush of fingers with your lover, nervously running one hand through your hair, red cheeks, tenderness, falling in love with someone you don't even know yet, pink clouds, nervous fiddling, notebook pages full of rambling, moonlight, rainy days, dreamy eyes, healing people you love, curiosity, old folklore.

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yourlocalnetizen · 2 years

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Feanor headcanons because I’m having feelings about him.

He didn’t hate Indis for who she was really, just what she represented which to him was killing his mom. Same goes for her kids, as they only existed because his mom died.

Finwe was a bad parent, not horrible but he was bad. He doted on Feanor but didn’t care about what his son wanted, like at all. This is clearly seen in canon when Finwe changes “Th” to “S” despite Feanor objections.

Feanor grew emotionally distant from Finwe after Indis started having kids. It was a part of the reason Finwe gave Feanor the most attention because it would kill him on the inside to see the last living part of Miriel despise him. Yeah, I kind of think Finwe’s love for Feanor was an extension of his love for Miriel, who despite the fact that he doomed her to eternal death was the person he loved most.

The “compliments” he got about his looks ticked him off. He wouldn’t mention it when someone told him he was handsome but it annoyed him because he didn’t care about his looks, because he didn’t earn them.

Miriel was his inspiration. One of the few things he knew about her was that she was a genius and that reflected in her work.

Was very lonely growing up. Finwe brought him around everywhere which unfortunately included lots of trips to Indis’s home and the only children he was exposed to were Ingwion & Ingwe’s daughters, who were too different from him for him to really befriend.

Manwe was one of the first to notice his talent and Feanor while he was usually grateful when someone appreciated his work, this was f*cking Manwe, a Valar who he deeply resented for the whole keeping Miriel dead thing. His standoffishness didn’t stop Manwe from growing fond of him though.

A part of the reason he didn’t stop Celegorm from befriending Orome was that he didn’t want people reducing his son to his looks like he felt people did to him as a child. Celegorm already earned the epithet “the Fair” as a kid btw.

As for why he let his sons befriend the descendants of Indis, well it was a) doing wonders for the Feanorians reputations and b) unlike his dad, he actually cared about his children’s feelings.

He was actually crazy when he started the whole Kinslaying shit. While it’s what he was most remembered for, it wasn’t close to what he was like for the duration of his life.

#feanor #finwe #miriel #miriel therinde #miriel serinde #indis #ingwion #celegorm #orome #manwe #the silmarillion #silm headcanons #finweans #feanorians #sons of feanor

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polutrope · 8 months

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Ficlets: Sindar and Others

Part 3 of fills for the Silmarillion Phrase Prompts

I have now completed 20 prompt fills from this list and, although I have two more in my Asks that I may yet do, I have decided to unofficially tie off the series at a nice round 20.

Thank you to everyone who sent me prompts, you kept me writing through the summer with these bite-sized inspirations! Here's the collection featuring various Sindar, Ingwion, and Túrin. (Pt. 1: Fëanorians, Pt 2: Nolofinwëans and Arafinwëans.)

Into the Mists (Tumblr | AO3) for @starspray. Daeron & Olwë. G, 744 words. As he prepares to lead a faction of the Teleri onwards on their journey West, Olwë speaks to Daeron about the decision to remain behind.

Listen to the Song (Tumblr | AO3) for @anerea-lantiria. Beleg & Daeron. G, 984 words.

A Lullaby (Tumblr | AO3) for @carlandrea. Eluréd & Elurín & Lúthien. Lúthien helps her grandsons harness the power of song.

The Valour of the Children (Tumblr | AO3) for @sallysavestheday. Ingwion, Ancalagon. G, 617 words. Ingwion faces Ancalagon in the War of Wrath.

Giving Shape (Tumblr | AO3) for @ruiniel. Sador & Túrin. G, 811 words. Young Túrin is frustrated that he cannot assemble the toy Sador made for him. Sador helps him give his feelings shape with a different task.

#sindar #daeron #olwe #beleg #ingwion #ancalagon #sador #turin turambar #elured #elurin #luthien #my fic #silm phrase prompts #prompts

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irinaseriel · 7 months

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