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ladyofthestarlight · 1 year
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Maitanis Nolowende, (Maedhrien Golwen) , lady of the house of Feanor, mother of Celebirmbor and wife to Curufin. An absolute icon of beauty and grace
-my art
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morianar · 1 year
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Elrohir, Curufin’s wife, Varda, and Lúthien ✨
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swanmaids · 2 years
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postmortem
A survivor of the Second Kinslaying conducts an examination on four  Fëanorian corpses and makes some interesting discoveries. Or, in which part-maia Dior is eldritch and terrifying, Nimloth refuses to go down without a fight, and the conspicuous absence of Celebrimbor is pretty much a character in itself. 
characters: curufin, curufin’s wife, celegorm, caranthir
warnings: lots of description of corpses and wounds, self-harm
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To whom it may concern,
Here follows my report on the bodies of the four invading Fëanorians discovered in the throne room of the palace of Menegroth following the ruin of Doriath, alongside the bodies of the King and Queen, which I have reported on separately. I expect much more information to come to light within the coming days concerning the identification of these four individuals, and I hope that my early findings will be found useful in this endeavour. I have chosen to undertake this task in order that those who remain of the Iathrim may gain a greater understanding of our enemies to help protect the remainder of our people. Once this task is complete, the corpses will be laid in unmarked graves, and I hope then to join my kin at the Mouth of Sirion. 
Long live the line of Elu Thingol!
Istuieth Sadriel, scholar of the court of King Dior. 
Note: Bodies are listed in order of their physical distance from the King, with the closest listed first. 
Male 1
Physical description: This is the body of a male adult Noldo. The body is of a tall Noldo, at 7’3’’, who was in healthy physical condition before death. Male 1 was well developed and well nourished with a heavy muscular build. Male 1 is light skinned with silver hair and brown eyes.
Cause of death: Death certainly occurred as a result of complete severing of the head from the body. Male 1 would have died almost instantaneously. As the other bodies in the throne room, including the King and Queen, were found intact, matching the head to the body was a simple task. The condition of the wounds to the neck suggest that rather than having been severed by a blade, decapitation occurred due to the head having been physically torn from the neck. 
Distinguishing marks: Tattoo around left bicep marks this Elf as a member of the hunting-train of Oromë. This is obscured, seemingly intentionally, by several healed scars that appeared to have been self-inflicted with a blade. Tattoo of a large hound on right forearm. Large healed scar bisecting stomach lengthways consistent with wounds inflicted by a tusked beast, such as a boar. Several healed scars across the torso resembling bites from a large canine animal. 
 Personal effects: large animal tooth braided into hair. Silver and white ribbons braided into hair. Steel alloy hunting knife strapped to right forearm. Steel dagger in left boot. 
Male 2
Physical description: This is the body of a male adult Noldo, of thin build and measuring at an average Noldor height of 7’0’’. Male 2 has light brown skin with black hair and brown eyes. 
Cause of death: a single stab wound severing a major artery near the groin caused Male 2 to suffer catastrophic blood loss resulting in rapid unconsciousness and death. The unusual positioning of the wound suggests that Male 2 was killed standing over King Dior, who stabbed upwards with his sword (likely the sword of Male 3, see below) as he lay dying and hit this artery potentially by pure luck (see my notes on the condition of the body of King Dior). 
Distinguishing marks: A large birth-mark resembling a red wine stain covers most of the left side of the face. Male 2 has a large number of freckles all over the body, especially concentrated on the face and lower arms. Significant scarring from burns on back. 
Personal effects: A silver-alloy Edanic style ring, appearing around one hundred years of age, on the fifth finger of the right hand. Ruby-encrusted steel dagger, likely of Dwarven make, in right boot. 
Female 1
Physical description: This is the body of a tall female adult Noldo, measuring 7’2’’, of lean muscular build. Female 1 has light skin, black hair and black eyes. 
Cause of death: Female 1 has been pierced through the upper torso through a gap in her breastplate with a hunting spear belonging to the Queen. The spear enters Female 1’s chest through the front on the right hand side, becoming lodged within her torso. Judging by the position of the spear and the large volume of blood surrounding this body, including blood from the mouth, it is likely that the spear pierced through Female 1’s right lung, resulting in rapid major exsanguination and difficulty in carrying out respiration that caused her to lose consciousness. Cause of death is judged to be loss of blood resulting from this wound. 
The location of Female 1 is worth noting. The smearing of a large amount of blood across the ground suggests Female 1 was initially wounded close to the Queen towards the back of the throne room where the largest amount of her blood is concentrated, and then proceeded to walk and then to crawl towards the front of the room (inferred due to bloodied footprints followed by handprints matching the size of Female 1’s feet and hands) eventually collapsing across the body of Male 3. 
Distinguishing marks: Stretch marks on the lower stomach and breasts suggest that this woman has previously given birth. Healed burn scars on both forearms. 
Personal effects: A golden ring with a ruby inset on the fourth finger of the right hand identical to that found on Male 3. Steel short sword in belt, which appears to have been newly forged. A pencil drawing on parchment of a young elf boy, found folded in the left breast pocket of the tunic. 
Male 3
Physical description: This is the body of a male adult Noldo, of lean muscular build and slightly shorter than average at 6’9’’. Male 3 has light brown skin, black hair and grey eyes. 
Cause of death: Male 3’s most significant wound is a wound to the throat, cutting the carotid artery and leading to major high pressure blood loss. This was likely the fatal injury to this Elf, as he could not have survived losing such a high volume of blood without almost immediate medical attention. The wound itself is significant, as it resembles something closer to a bite than an injury caused by a blade. Male 3 has several small wounds caused by a blade, likely his own sword as our King was unarmed at the time of the ambush. However, none of these wounds would have been significant enough to cause Male 3’s death, as he was protected by body armour and as such they did not reach any major arteries. Claw marks on his arms and hands. 
Note: several wounds look closer to those inflicted by an animal than an Elf. Must investigate further. 
Distinguishing marks: Male 3’s hands are heavily calloused, suggesting a lot of time spent doing manual labour. This would also account for the body type.  There are also a number of small burn scars on the hands- perhaps an involvement in some type of smithing? Large healed scar on neck. Large healed burn scars on forearms. 
Personal effects:  A golden ring with a ruby inset on the fourth finger of the right hand identical to that found on Female 1. Two steel daggers, apparently newly forged, on belt. A child-size iron ring forged somewhat unprofessionally, worn with a leather band around the neck and tucked underneath Male 3’s armour. 
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yourlocalnetizen · 2 years
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Okay so I’ve seen Headcanons before where people suggested certain elves having political marriages and I just godda say NO…
Marriage is quite literally forever when it comes to elves, I don’t think any parent would want their child to marry someone they potentially didn’t like because you can never go back.
I don’t think even Feanor would do this to his sons.
Also when we look at his sons who are married, none of them remotely have the vibe of someone that would marry someone they don’t love.
Maglor just has a romantic aura around him. Probably because he’s a musician but yeah, I can easily see him falling in love.
Caranthir is just that b*tch(affectionate not derogatory). He would refuse something he doesn’t want.
Curufin seems to idolize his father, he seems like the type to recreate what his parents made and that includes a great love story.
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aldanil · 2 years
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Atarinkë’s wedding with Nolaheri
Nolaheri was Atarinkë’s first friend, and she met Atarinkë during their youth, in Aman.
She is the daughter and only child of Auquermo, Fëanáro’s best friend who was an apprentice of Mahtan, and followed the Fëanorian into the exile. Alas, Auquermo perished defending Fëanáro during the Dagor Nuin Giliath. (Or saved him, in my Fëanor Lives AU).
After the loss of their father, Atarinkë and Nolaheri went closer, being good support for each other. They wedded in Beleriand, at the beginning of the First Age, and Nolaheri gave birth to Tyelperinquar.
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fingons-rad-harp · 2 years
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When he was still young Curufinwë wedded Ñaltanárë, a scholar and chemist who challenged him in mind and spirit. She was beloved by his father and brothers, and went with them into exile, though she perished at the Kinslaying at Alqualondë.
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who-needs-words · 2 years
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@tolkienocweek | day 7: freeform | the Children of Rúmil & family of Curufin
It is commonly said that the children of Rúmil- the Rúmilonnar are as alike in face and skill as they are different in temperament.
This is perhaps a false statement.
While it is true that the eldest sister- Corcondil, named Vorindrúmil by her father and Turuaiwëre by the public had great distaste for other people. She much preferred the company of the birds she worked with. Considered the originator of falconry among the Eldar she was respected by elves across Aman.
It is also true that the younger sister- Turcanna, named Fincarúmil by her father and Tulcaquinga by her husband possessed a louder and boulder disposition than her sister. One of the foremost woodworkers among the Eldar she created many great wood works of beauty and function. One famous creation- the recurve bow and her skill when using it won the heart of her future husband- Curufinwë.
It is true that Corcondil was uncommunicative and Turcanna judgmental of many of her kin- but it would incorrect to say they had nothing in common.
For the two sisters both possessed a pride in their work equal to their renown. Both loved absolutely and once their affection was won where fervent in their loyalty.
Both followed the sons of Fëanor across the Belegaer and through many fights- both against kin and dark force alike. Both took new names in this new world- Corcher for the elder and Túbeng for the younger.
Both found their end in Doriath, fighting to claim what they believed belonged to their kin.
If you could go back to the forks of the road,
Back the long miles you have carried the load;
Back to the place where you had to decide
By this way or that through your life to abide;
Back of the grieving and back of the care,
Back to the place where the future was fair, -
If you were this day that decision to make,
O’ sister in sorrow! which road would you take?
-Nixon Waterman “Which Road?”
[ID: a character edit with fourteen image. Between each image is a styled tear. Overlaid is the above poem; a slightly modified version of the first stanza of Nixon Waterman’s poem “Which Road?”
Image 1: a pale, blood covered hand with a green rings lays dead in orange foliage.
Image 2: A castle on fire.
Image 3: a grey-scale photo of a south Asian women in white. She is facing sideways and stands in a stone hallway, holding a sword. A bird on flight above her.
Image 4: a south Asian women in organe and blue laughing as he holds a small boy in silver.
Image 5: a beach with red water.
Image 6: a dark haired women in a tan tunic shoots a bow.
Image 7: a black and white image of a south Asian women with her arm raised. Small white birds are in flight around her.
Image 8: a close up of a large ship on fire, wreckage is falling into the water.
Image 9: the two trees of Valinor against a dark background.
Image 10: two south Asian women sit next to a bed where an older south Asian man lays.
Image 11: a south Asian wedding. A close up of the bride and groom’s hands intertwined. Both are in white.
Image 12: a close up of a falconer’s hand showing the falcon with its wings spread.
Image 13: A pair of South Asian women- one in light green, one in blue-grey laughing together.
Image 14: 7 swords raised together. /End ID]
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last-capy-hupping · 1 year
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I finally did the thing! I wrote about the six youngest sons of Fëanor rejecting Morgoth’s offer to free Maedhros. Sweet Eru, it hurt.
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myceliumelium · 1 month
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One Curufin's wife! Not quite settled on a name yet but I'm leaning towards Naraquellë, my absolutely horrenendous amalgamation of words aproximating "sharp glass." I think that's pretty indicative of her personality, bc it seems to me that anyone that Curufin falls in love with has to be at Least as mean as he is, bc otherwise they'd get bulldozed. My vibe on their relationship is that it was a lot of Big emotions, a lot of rapid desisions and a spectacular implosion, that kinda turned into a weird on again and off again sort of thing, and ultimately ended in permanent seperation during the flight of the Noldor. I think she stayed in Valinor with Arafinwë but definitely initially intended to go to Middle-earth.
Anyway I think she was one of Celegorm and Aredhel's hunting buddies and she met curufin that way.
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runawaymun · 7 months
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a last minute little doodle for Day One of @tolkienocweek for the prompt "Family Members".
I'm both a Curufin and a Celebrimbor stan, and I also have a magnetic attachment to forgotten mothers & wives in both fiction and history, so it's really no surprise that I have been Thinking lately about what Celebrimbor's mother must have been like! Celebrimbor turned out so well despite the uh, you know, *gestures vaguely at the entire Silmarillion* -- so I have to put that down to both Curufin and his wife's parenting. I feel like they must have had a really good relationship and must have been super good parents. I imagine her to be pretty level headed and grounded -- sweet but firm. Celebrimbor gets his hair from his mom & from Míriel. I know this isn't really the traditional fanon interpretation of him, but I love the idea that he doesn't really look much like Fëanor at all and there may have been a bit of compensation in the patronym curufinwë (it just makes his choice to go by Telperinquar that much jucier imo...)
I'm not completely set on his mother's name yet, but I've been fiddling around with Telperindil (silver lily) -- to go along with Telperinquar. I'm certainly no expert on naming characters in Quenya though so I'm not sure I've gotten that right!
In any case, I love her, I would die for her. She's awesome. I'm pretty certain she chose to stay behind instead of exile, and was there to greet Celebrimbor the second he was re-embodied from the halls.
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eleneressea · 7 months
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today's random headcanon: elf babies very rarely have cradles because they almost always have caretakers around to hold them while they sleep, either in their arms or in a sling or on their backs etc., especially since adult elves need significantly less sleep than an adult human
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ladyofthestarlight · 1 year
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A memory in Curufin’s mind
[this is my OC Maitanis, Curufin’s wife and Celebrimor’s mother]
-my art
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sauroff · 1 year
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✨ Feanorian's Wives ✨
I hate calling them that, but sadly I don't have the knowledge or patience to give them a name.
From left to right (or at least I hope so, because formating always gets messed up when posting from phone) :
- Tyelpë's Mother: Teleri, carpenter (more specifically, woodcarver). Killed during the first kinslaying, protecting her people. Re embodied, and waiting for her son to come back.
Not as soft as she looks. If Curufin was ever allowed to be re embodied, she would send him back to Mandos with her own hands.
- Maglor's wife: Vanya, poetess. Stayed in Valinor (even in a better context, she wouldn't have left) and remade her life. She isn't waiting for Maglor, but if he was ever allowed to come back, she would welcome him into her life again, as long as he could adapt to it. Despite being a vanya, she isn't very fond of the Valar and their rules, and her lifestyle might not fit with what other vanyar consider proper.
- Caranthir's wife: Noldo, glass artist. Went to ME with Caranthir. She learned khuzdul pretty fast, and acted as a diplomat with the dwarves (but what she actually liked was learning from them and their craftsmanship). She really liked Thargelion, and thought of it as her home.
Died during the Dagor Bragollach. Still in Mandos.
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polutrope · 4 months
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Christmas Beleria Prompt:
Curufin with young Celebrimbor and Celebrimbor's mother, his ex.
Cancelled flight & Bittersweet memories
🥰
Thank you for the prompt! This one is a tad sad. It's a ten-year-old with separated parents, what can I say? ~800 words, rated G. Posting these to AO3, here. Prompt list.
On the airport intercom, the garbled speech of the announcer repeated the message: flight number 472 to Valin, delayed, weather conditions, thankyouforyourpatience.
Oh well. Celebrimbor liked the airport: he liked watching the planes take-off and land, and telling Dad the things he’d learned about on TikTok from @airplanefactswithmax — like the fact the Boeing 767 they’d be taking across Belegaer to Valin tonight had a cruising speed of 850 kilometres an hour and had two engines with sixty-three thousand pounds of thrust each.
And, because their flight to Valin would be nine hours and forty minutes, that also meant they’d be served dinner, breakfast, and snacks. And, since Grandpa bought them Business Class tickets as a Yule present, Celebrimbor could order as many free root beers as he wanted while Dad slept.
The flight was delayed, though, and he was hungry. He eyed the wall of snacks in the airport shop. Lembas Munch Mix or Juicy Sweets? He looked at his dad’s credit card in his hand and back at the wall. Dad was tired: he probably wouldn’t mind if he got both. Celebrimbor grabbed a bag of the Juicy Sweets. Although he was the second-tallest kid in his class, he still had to stand on his tiptoes to reach the Lembas Munch Mix on the top row.
He plopped them down on the counter, avoiding eye contact with the cashier, and tapped the credit card on the machine.
“Thank you,” he said, and, "You too," when the cashier told him to have a good flight, then winced as he turned away, feeling foolish: she wasn't flying anywhere.
On the way back to the gate, he ripped the bag of Juicy Sweets open, sifting through for a red one: his favourite flavour. He also picked out a green one, which was Dad’s favourite.
Dad was on the phone when he got back, so he sat himself down quietly and munched on the gummies while he listened.
“I know. I know. Well, we can’t really do anything about it, can we? It’s cancelled, that’s that.”
What? Celebrimbor perked up. Cancelled?
“No, I’m not going to book another flight. They'll re-book us for end of December. It’s just a day, Alwen!”
He was talking to Mom.
“Yes, yes — I know it was your year.” Dad glanced at Celebrimbor with a guilty look. Celebrimbor offered him the open bag of Juicy Sweets, and he grabbed a handful and popped the whole thing in his mouth at once.
“You know,” he said around his mouthful (like he told Celebrimbor not to do), “his whole family is here now, you could always come here.”
There was shrill chattering on the other end of the line and Dad drew the phone away from his ear, grimacing.
“Fine, yes,” he said when it was over. “Yes, I know your parents— No, I hear you, Alwen. But we’re not booking another flight. We’ll come at the end of the month. Yes. No. There’s nothing to discuss!”
Dad clenched his fist on the armrest. Talking to Mom always made him angry. Celebrimbor knew they didn’t love each other, they’d told him as much. They’d thought they were in love when they were eighteen, but eighteen-year-olds couldn’t possibly know they were in love — even though Grandpa Fëanor had met Grandma Nerdanel when they were nineteen; but Uncle Cáno had met his husband when they were sixteen, and now they were divorced and didn’t talk at all, so maybe his grandparents were an exception.
Celebrimbor wondered if Mom and Dad would talk if it wasn’t for him. Probably not. (They never told him that he was an accident, but he’d figured it out when he was eight.)
“Have a good day, Alwen,” said Dad. He didn’t sound like he wanted her to have a good day. “Yes. I’m tired, you’re tired, we’ll talk again tomorrow. Goodbye.”
He hung up and sighed loudly.
“So we’re not going?” Celebrimbor asked.
“No,” Dad said, taking another gummy from the bag. “We’re not going. They cancelled the flight.” He patted Celebrimbor’s shoulder. “Sorry, Tyelps. We’ll go for New Year’s, hey?”
“Yeah, okay,” Celebrimbor said, quashing the swoop of disappointment rising from his belly. He loved Dad and all his uncles and his grandparents and his friends at school. He loved his not-actually-uncle Uncle Finrod, too. He’d never want to live with Mom in Valin, but he did like their visits every other year. They always made ornaments with dried oranges and string, and baked a gingerbread castle from scratch.
“Hey, Dad,” said Celebrimbor, “you wanna make a gingerbread house?”
Dad yawned, but it turned into a smile. “Yeah, sure. We’ll do that tomorrow.”
“And maybe we can send Mom some handmade ornaments?”
“Good idea. She’ll like that.” He took Celebrimbor's hand and gave it a squeeze. "How'd I have such a nice kid?"
Celebrimbor shrugged. "I dunno. Lucky?"
Dad opened his mouth, pretending offense, and Celebrimbor grinned and laughed.
[@airplanefactswithmax is hilarious and fandom-appropriate, if you haven't seen it. I got those facts from an airline website though, not his videos.]
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yourlocalnetizen · 2 years
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I hate the interpretations of Curufin’s wife being anything like Nerdanel.
Obviously, you can imagine her being any way you want. I’m just saying I don’t like the idea of her being similar to her husband’s mom.
Curufin might be treated like Feanor lite by the fandom but I want to believe there is more to him than that.
He’s not Feanor. He’s literally freaking friends with Aredhel, who’s father Feanor loathes more than anyone except for Morgoth.
He obviously didn’t inherit his dad’s resentment towards the descendants of Indis and is clearly capable of forming his own opinions.
Curufin & Feanor, despite all their similarities did not live the same lives. I think it is very very possible he could be attracted to different type of people than his dad.
I personally imagine her as someone who free spirited and loves being spoiled with the Jewels Curufin makes her. She doesn’t make anything herself and feels like she doesn’t have to be an overachiever to life a fulfilling life, but she’s kindhearted and open minded like her son.
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felixwhetsel · 1 year
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I was commissioned by @lesbianhaleth to draw Curufin, his OC wife, and little baby Celebrimbor! Had an absolute blast working on it.
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