#war of wrath

[thesummerestsolstice]

People ask about Elrond and Elros and the Feanorians a lot, especially in the early days when they've just come to Gil-Galad's camp. Ask about, mind you. The twins are rarely directly approached, but the whispers follow them everywhere. There's a scar, across Elros's shoudler, and the elves point and murmur unhappily whenever it's visible. Elros's half-elven ears are sharper than they think; sharp enough to hear various versions of the word "kinslaying bastard" in angry, hushed tones. Elrond eats very little when they first get to camp– it's hard to adjust from scarcity rations to the relative abundance of Valinor's army– and from then on, rumors of cruel starvation follow the twins wherever they go.

There's sympathy for them, but it's a strange sympathy. They're seen as martyrs more than people. Things– warm clothes, trinkets, baked goods– get left outside their door. But at the same time, no one seems quite willing to look them in the eyes. Gil-Galad is one of the few exceptions, and the twins– Elrond especially– are glad of it.

There aren't many elves who are insensitive enough to directly ask how horrible the kinslayers were to them, or whether Maedhros Feanorian bleeds back like an orc, but there are a few. They don't get answers. Elrond and Elros almost entirely refuse to speak either of Sirion or of Amon Ereb. That just makes everyone else more uneasy. Are they offended, afraid? Are they hiding some awful secret?

Only Elrond and Elros know. And they refuse to say anything about it.

#silmarillion #silm headcanons #war of wrath #elrond #elrond peredhel #elros #maedhros #gil galad

[lycheesodas]

eonwe vs sauron in the war of wrath ⚔️🌋

inspired by st michael slaying the devil (reference pic below)

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source: https://www.wga.hu/html_m/g/gerhard/michael.html

#tolkien #silmarillion #eonwe #sauron #mairon #war of wrath #silmart #tolkien art #oneringnet #tolkiensource #maiar #artists on tumblr #open commissions #I CAN'T BE THE ONLY ONE WHO THOUGHT OF THIS RIGHT.... #maironwe enjoyers where r u #lycheedraws

[humbleschilder]

Raw concept of Finarfin led the Noldor into battle. The war of wrath is definitely one of my favorite chapters in Silmarillion.

Tolkien elves are basically superhuman, and I love the idea of how the elves rides the horse without any saddle or rein.

#war of wrath #silmarillion #silm art #drawing #sketch #illustration #art #lotr #fanart #elf #details #finarfin #noldor #beleriand #fandom #jrr tolkien

[gwaedhannen]

[Excerpt 12 from Sorrow Beyond Words: Collected Testimony of the War of Wrath, 4th Edition; edited by Elrond Peredhel.]

Editor's Note: The following is a partial listing of various graffiti and artefacts within the thrall quarters reported by the cleansers of Angband. The documentation was done at the command of Prince Ingwion, and a copy of the final report given to King Gil-Galad before the Prince returned to Valinor. The full report also contains medical examination information for every captive and corpse recovered, and is several thousand pages long.

[Sindarin Tengwar text, located in barrack 1443]: “Lenlim died here, and she did not forget the sun.”

A doll made of heavily-stained cloth and leather, in the form of an Eruchîn. Object shows heavy wear, and one arm is nearly torn off from the torso. Located in a refuse pit.

[Sindarin Tengwar text, located in barrack 933]: “They will offer you better food if you’re pregnant. Refuse.”

[Black Speech Tengwar text. Located in a mineshaft]: “snaga snaga snaga snaga snaga snaga snaga snaga snaga snaga snaga snaga snaga snaga snaga snaga snaga snaga snaga snaga snaga snaga snaga snaga snaga snaga“

Several bones from a foot, wrapped in cloth. Bite marks make age estimation impossible. Located in barrack 23.

[Sindarin Tengwar text, located in barrack 521]: “Feirdal is a snitch. Don’t trust him.”

[Sindarin Cirth text, located in barrack 521, on the opposite wall]: “Faranel is a hollow. Don’t trust her.”

[Taliska Tengwar text, located in a connecting tunnel]: “I told my son what rain is today. He doesn’t believe it exists.”

[Sindarin Cirth text, located in a mineshaft near a cave-in]: “[undecipherable] was here. Remember me.”

The handle of a rock hammer, with the head entirely worn off. Located in a dead-end tunnel. The rock wall at the end of the tunnel is heavily scratched and contains numerous broken fingernails and teeth.

[Sindarin Tengwar text, located in barrack 287]: “I came back. There is nothing beyond these stones for us.”

[Sindarin Tengwar text in three different hands, located in barrack 1242]:

"When I get to Mandos I am punching him in the face." "I’m aiming for the crotch instead." "We're not going to Mandos. Stay alive."

[Quenya Tengwar text, located in a latrine]: “The signs are compromised. Only believe your ears.”

[Taliska Tengwar text, located in barrack 932]: “They will offer you better food if you’re pregnant. Take the deal.”

#silmarillion #tolkien #silm fic #angband #war of wrath #war of wrath: sorrow beyond words

[tolkienillustrations]

The War of Wrath by damrodsindol

#Silmarillion #Tolkien #Ancalagon #Earendil #Vingilot #War of Wrath #Dragons #Eagles #damrodsindol

[softlysilverfountainsfall]

How did Maedhros sneak into the Valinorean army's camp at the end of the War of Wrath?

Maglor, maybe--he's still one of the most notorious figures in all of Beleriand, but physically he doesn't stand out nearly as much as Maedhros.

But Maehros has blazing red hair. He is noted for being extremely tall. He is famously missing his right hand. With Morgoth and his forces down or scattered, Maedhros is now enemy No. 1 to a good chunk of the people still alive in Beleriand.

How did he and Maglor sneak into what was probably one of the most securely guarded places in the entire Valinorean army camp, kill the guards, and steal the Silmarils before they are noticed and surrounded? Even Eonwe, one of the most powerful Maiar in battle, didn't notice them. Sure, they were surrounded immediately after the theft, probably because killing the guards was noisy or the Silmarils were just too bright, but no one noticed before that.

There are a few possibilities, like the Valinorean army being too relaxed after their victory against Morgoth, or Maedhros managing to cover his hair and missing hand, but still. None of those feel like good enough excuses.

#maedhros #maglor #war of wrath #the silmarillion #eonwe #silmarils #unofficial fourth kinslaying #kinslaying

[hailearendel]

"Hail Eärendil, bearer of light before the Sun and Moon! Splendour of the Children of the Earth, star in the darkness, jewel in the sunset, radiant in the morning!"

(The Silmarillion, "Of the Voyage of Eärendil and the War of Wrath”)

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My idea for this painting is again to experiment with a traditional-looking style :)

Forgot to add the Silmaril in his forehead in the sketch and decided to go on without it because a) I hate to plan lighting b) I still have no settled opinion on what a silmaril looks like.

I usually associate Eärendil with cool colors (muted blues, grays,silver, and white), so here I tried to break a little from my own perception of the character and went for a mostly golden version of him; the cobalt blue is one of my favorite colors, but I find it really hard to combine with other colors because it's very saturated so I used a vibrant orange in the background to balance the whole thing. Like I said, I meant for this to be an idealized portrayal of him (I made something that I think would fit a numenorean palace hall because I can't stop thinking about Númenor); I think the real Eärendil would look much more disheveled and frightened when he arrived in Valinor

#middle earth #tolkien art #the silmarillion #tolkien #earendil #first age #war of wrath

[tanoraqui]

Teen and Up Audiences | Graphic [but often poetic and/or supernatural!] Depictions of Violence | Gen

Words: 8,619 | Chapters: 1/1

Relationships: Finarfin & Galadriel, Finarfin & Maedhros

Characters: Finarfin, Morgoth Bauglir | Melkor, Galadriel, Anairë, Maedhros, Eönwë, Maglor, Celebrimbor, Celeborn, Amarië, Irimë |Lalwen

Additional Tags: War of Wrath, I tagged everyone but really it's about Finarfin, kingship, and personal and collective vengeance/justice/trying to kill an unkillable dark god

“I wish you wouldn’t do this,” Lalwen complained in greeting. “Two brothers I have already lost, blindly charging that place. Must you add a third to my tally?”

“Maybe,” Finarfin said bluntly. It was still gentler than the truth on his tongue: It’s my turn.

(Or: in which Finarfin is, after all, the third son in the fairy tale.)

I worry that I’ve hyped this up too much by having it as a WIP for so long, but Here it is at last: Finarfin’s due shot at 1v1-ing Morgoth (more or less), a cornerstone of my personal elaborate tapestry of Arda headcanons! (I regularly forget that the sword isn’t a canonical legendary weapon.)

#the silmarillion #finarfin #arafinwe #galadriel #maedhros #war of wrath #morgoth #melkor #eonwe #anaire #lalwen #maglor #amarie #celeborn #celebrimbor #fanfiction #my fic

[stacytea]

Maedhros during the War of Wrath

I've been thinking a lot about it lately. Here comes a big hc drop: For starters let me say, I imagine the War of Wrath as maybe not a really long conflict, at least not very long for elvish standards, but a very devastating one. Beleriand was hardly liveable at this point, so I imagine that most of the supplies they had was what the host of Aman had brought with them. Considering that, they probably started running out of things after the first couple of years of war effort. Yes, the Balar island was still functioning at this point, but I don't think they had strong enough economy to do much more than sustain themselves and I think maybe there were some rare deliveries from Valinor from time to time, but I have this idea that it wasn't nearly enough. The war was consuming way more resources than could've been provided and as the time was going on it was getting gradually worse. Like I think that at the most critical point there were deficiencies of literally everything, from food & medical supplies to clothes & weapons. They stopped sending archers to fight, because there was no material to make arrows anymore, thousands of soldiers were dying from curable injuries, because the healers (there was a very strong shortcoming of them as well) didn't even have things as basic as bandages & maintaining hygiene was nearly impossible ( don't get me started on how it impacted Elrond who I headcanon to be one of the healers there and only something like 18 in human years and had to witness something like 5 out of 6 of his patients die and there was no time to even sleep, not to mention rest, because every wasted second is a lost life and there was just an overwhelming amount of death and despair all around him, and he wasn't able to do anything about it, wasn't able to really help) So let's imagine these thousands of exhausted, underfed, miserable, war-worn, I would even dare to say - halfway dead people, who just want this horror to end.... and then there's Maedhros. Maedhros, who had survived horrors far worse back when he had been a prisoner in angband, had survived hunger that could never be compared by any means to these little food deficiencies he had to deal with now, yeah, he didn't get to eat anything in three days, so what? This guy had watched his own downfall from the front row, had slayed civilians in Doriath and Sirion instead of fighting Morgoth... And now he was back where he belonged. On the frontlines. Leading armies against the enemy. Once again doing what he knew he should've been doing all that time. I believe during the War of Wrath Maedhros was more alive than he ever had been since his husband's Fingon's death. He was literally radiating energy and charisma, his mental state was very much improved. Once again he was Maedhros the tall, the Lord of Himring a Noldorin Warlord, not some heinous murderer, not a monster. For the first time in many years he was doing something that actually felt right.

#silmarillion #silmarillion headcanon #the silmarillion #war of wrath #maedhros #elrond #russingon #only mentioned tho

[that-angry-noldo]

(cw gore, violence)

it is a wide known fact that the fandom sleeps on the war of wrath but it also sleeps on how the war of wrath is horror personified because of melkor's chokehold on beleriand.

he has a hold on everything, from water to plants to animals. he can't reach the elves with his armies? he will swarm them with mosquitos and watch those who did not succumb to illness suffer from horrible skin irritation. he twists wild animals until they are no longer themselves; takes their worst traits and weaponizes them to no end. no night is safe in the forests among the trees; not when there are red glowing eyes of a giant moose stalking your every move, or a faint smell of damp and rotten wolf fur, or an unhinged wheeze of a giant hog who will charge at you if you had the misfortune to be the one guarding the camp. rivers are thick, dark and poisoned; good look finding a water source! if you are in the open, the earth will smell of toxins and poisonous fumes; see if you can not succumb to them.

morgoth weaponizes cruelty. war prisoners? murder them in the most brutal ways. skin them and leave the flies to feast on their rotting flesh. behead them and throw the heads in a pile, leaving them to those who follow. impale them; crucify them; hang them; make them a dark promise to do the same with everyone who dares to challenge you. you have lots of thralls. give them broken swords and no armor; force them to fight against their own kin. make the elves lose the count of kinslayings.

use your magic. trap the souls of dead and murdered in fens and swans. twist them into ghosts, into hauntings. make them your weapons of fear and terror. take their bodies and let your necromancers raise them, make their empty eye sockets glow with undead light. there's no escape for feär. make them remember that.

beleriand is a living dead, and it wants to devour the intruders alive.

#war of wrath #silmarillion #tolkien #melkor #horror #probably counts so?

[aotearoa20]

Finarfin: I want you to know that even though you destroyed most of my family and killed my sons, revenge is not an ideal we promote in Valinor

Morgoth: Oh? wonderful, that’s great!

Finarfin: (smiles) but we’re not in Valinor, are we?

#morgoth #finarfin #war of wrath #incorrect silmarillion quotes #source: toy story

[thesummerestsolstice]

I ascribe to the belief that almost everyone (Gil-Galad, Elwing, most of the remaining Noldor and Sindar) assumed that Elrond and Elros were dead after Sirion. Why wouldn't they? After several kinslayings and what happened to Elurin and Elured, they had no reason to think that the Feanorians would show any mercy to Thingol's descendants. The Feanorians probably sent Gil-Galad a letter offering to bargain for the Silmaril, and Gil-Galad– who didn't have the Silmaril and didn't believe E&E could possibly be alive– just burned it. Elwing and Earendil didn't consider going back, because neither of them really thought their children were still alive.

So imagine what it must've been like when E&E showed up in Gil-Galad's camp decades later. There was probably some doubt at first, but the twins look so much like Luthien that it hurts and the strange, ainuric power they radiate would be nigh impossible to fake.

I mean, there must've been uproar. Wild celebration from the remaining Gondolindrim and Iathrim. Anger from the small group who'd always believed the twins were alive and thought that they should've attacked the Feanorians to get E&E back sooner. Fear from those worrying that E&E had been sent back after being brainwashed and posed a threat to Gil-Galad. Hope, because two thought lost for so long had been returned. Grief, from the many who were horrified what they might have endured. Curiosity, because all anyone saw that first night was a moment of the twins, tall and proud, walking across camp before disappearing into Gil-Galad's tent. I assume Eonwe or one of the other maiar there flew up to Vingelot to tell Earendil– I can only imagine the absolute storm of feelings he would have about it.

All those emotions and expectations must've been a heavy burden to bear, after everything they'd already been through.

#silmarillion #silm headcanons #elrond #elrond peredhel #elros #earendil #elwing #gil galad #war of wrath #having E&E feelings again #they had to grow up so quickly #and deal with so much

[myrtaceaae]

Ancalagon the Black Purple

(based on the Leafy Sea Dragon, found in southwest western australia)

#tolkien #the silmarillion #silm #war of wrath #ancalagon #silmart #silm art #my art

[annoyinglandmagazine]

Elrond and Elros Series Ideas 2

For a framing devise, which maybe shouldn’t be revealed until maybe halfway through the first season, I think it’s probably Elrond explaining it to Bilbo as he tries to compile his songs and history extracts of the Old Tales and takes full advantage of any primary sources he can find. The story is interspersed with Elrond packing things away for his journey west, you see things like murials of ships coming to life at the start of an episode and rings being taken out of their boxes suddenly switching to a scene where you can see them on the hands of one of the characters of the show.

As a battle scene with Maedhros taking out an entire battalion of orcs single handedly (pun fully intended) fades out you can see the same sword carefully taken out of its intricate scabbard and despite the layer of dust it is sharp as ever as it is cradled in hands that clearly aren’t the scarred one’s from the scene. The finale absolutely has to end with Elrond balancing on the prow of the ship to Valinor with a soft smile on his face and one tear rolling down his cheek as he gazes at the horizon.

The framing will also serve to explain why most of the first half of the season or so, four or five episodes, are in a more broad strokes epic style with very few little details or casual dialogue, mostly it’s political and military discussions, it comes across as if it’s more a story that’s been passed down because it’s not from Elrond’s point of view. It’s mostly a large scale kind of story with big battle scenes and political drama.

This is juxtaposed with the clips of the twins and their relationship with the Feanorians in the camp and Maglor and Maedhros in which we see Elrond learning how to heal because he’s the only one there that can and there’s loads of really sweet emotional moments where it looks like Maedhros is finally starting to accept them and you get much more dialogue with little bits of humour as well because this is what Elrond remembers.

Basically it feels like an entirely different show about two feared war lords letting down their barriers in order to try and form a tentative bond with these scared children as they grow up and it’s a really moving subplot next to the main plot of armies fighting dragons and Balrogs and kings and lords trying to form stable alliances in the unnavigable situation that is elf politics (especially the Finarfin and Gil Galad High Kingship of The Noldor situation because there is a lot of mileage in that one.)

The first time we see the Third Kinslaying properly is a bit later in the season, there’s vague flashes that allude to it in the twin’s nightmares, is Oropher explaining to Thranduil that they mustn’t fully trust the Noldor which comes on the heels of intense political manoeuvring the entire episode between him and Gil Galad. He refers to how they destroyed two of their people’s cities and ended the line of their royal family in one brutal attack. The way this scene is done should definitely open up with warning bells ringing louder and louder as the camera cuts from Mirkwood to Sirion and the most menacing music possible plays over the Feanorians entering.

It absolutely has to be an intensely brutal scene, maybe not in the graphic violence sense but emotionally the destruction has to be devastating, buildings set on fire, maybe a toy in a child’s limp hand or something like that; it’s horrifying is the point. Elwing flings herself into the sea and it ends with Oropher looking over the burning wreckage from the distance, just a few hours too late, a thriving settlement reduced to nothingness in the space of a day.

The Sindar all believe the twins to be dead and no one ever speaks the name of Elwing’s child or children, it isn’t specified, because it’s such a dreadful tragedy; they don’t show Elrond and Elros as Elwing’s sons until the end of the first season when we see two six year olds hiding in a wardrobe in a burning building and suddenly there’s footsteps and the door is thrown open to reveal Maglor stained with blood.

It’s referenced previously that the twins guardians have a dark reputation and it may have already been said that they are the sons of Feanor who were responsible for the massacre so it’s not a leap for it to be confirmed that they found the twins through dubious means but this is the first time people who don’t have the background knowledge will see where the twins came from.

Elros might brandish a sword at him but Maglor slowly takes off his helmet off and tells him they won’t come to any harm. Eventually he manages to coax them out and takes them in his arms and just as the camera pans out over the wreckage of Sirion once more you can hear the hushed voices of a conversation something like this; Maedhros: Elwing’s sons? Truly Maglor? Maglor: Well who else will take them? We killed their mother after all.

#Silmarillion #tolkienfamilyweek #lotr #elrond peredhel #elros tar minyatur #kidnap fam #maedhros #maglor #bilbo baggins #first age #war of wrath #ereinion gil galad #finarfin #Oropher #thranduil

[gwaedhannen]

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

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

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

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

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

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

#silmarillion #the silmarillion #tolkien #silm fic #elrond #doriath #menegroth #war of wrath #my OCs #war of wrath: sorrow beyond words #stormwritten #the Second Kinslaying occurred on this day in FA 506 #you can observe the day of remembrance by burning a Son of Feanor in effigy #in remembrance I'm writing Sindarin Elrond because I've seen too much Feanorian Elrond recently #the narrator is a former senior Marchwarden who escaped the Kinslaying and brought refugees over the mountains to Celeborn and Galadriel #she'll never forgive herself for not being at Sirion for the Third Kinslaying #she becomes one of Elrond's chief counselors and one of the heads of Rivendell's forces along with Glorfindel #she and Glorfindel were definitely at each other's throats for years until Elrond yelled at them to chill #they may have hatefucked #sorry Erestor #she either dies when Celebrían is captured #or leads the search for Celebrían and sails west with her #in either case she'll never forgive herself for failing #“Nimaew” = “white/pale bird” I think #a name given to Elwing after her leap #she doesn't know about it yet

[dalliansss]

It was Círdan who said that they needed a gesture of good faith to the Valar. Then Maedhros and Maglor had another debate between themselves, and for the first time in many, many years, the younger brother prevailed over the elder. Maglor would sail West, with Eärendil, and the Silmaril. 

Eärendil leaves the half-dilapidated inn and his children to Gil-galad’s care. He must do this, and he must not turn back, for if he does— if he chances to look back, he knows he will waver and he will not want to leave, and they will all die here. Morgoth will have reclaimed the Silmaril, and all will be lost, then.

He finds Maglor and Círdan and Voronwë already waiting by the quayside. Maedhros Fëanorion was nowhere to be seen. Vingilot is ready to sail and Eärendil had especially handpicked from his mariners those who had no families and children. Those who can afford to die, or vanish off into the unknown, never to be seen again, like his own parents, Idril and Tuor. 

Maglor looks as if a wraith: sunken cheeks, limp dark hair. Deadened gray eyes. His cloak hung about him in tatters, and Eärendil knew underneath the thin layers, he would be holding the small lacquered box which contained the Silmaril. They exchange a long, silent look, and a nod.

Of course, Eärendil boards Vingilot first. Voronwë follows. Maglor visibly hesitates, until Círdan grips him by the left forearm. They look at each other, and Maglor finally boards the ship as well. Within the hour they push from the port, and all of Vingilot’s sails are dropped. They have the wind and weather in their favor. Still, Eärendil and his mariners begin singing the Prayer to Ulmo as they venture further out into open sea. 

It is not just Eärendil who refuses stubbornly to look back at the land. Maglor, who is sitting on a heap of coiled rope and protecting his precious little box, refuses to turn his head back as well. 

[the tides of defeat / part 11 of Blood in the Mouth / AO3]

@skaelds

#silmarillion #silm #collab fanfiction #collab fanfic #blood in the mouth #sauron #mairon #finrod #finrod felagund #maglor #eärendil #war of wrath #my drabs