#Rían

[outofangband]

I keep thinking of Fingon (to the surprise of absolutely no one) and this description of him: "wise he was and skilled in voice and hand; truth and justice he loved and bore good will to all"

What kind of skill do you think this would refer to? "Skilled in voice" is an obvious reference to his talent for Song but could also be a reference to his skill as an orator. "Skilled in hand" opens so many possibilities as a warrior, craftsman, builder, etc.

Any thoughts on this that you think fit his character?

You are one of the Fingon people to me! So honestly I’d defer to you for this but here are my thoughts!

Skilled in voice and hand could refer to a number of things as you said! For voice specifically, song/songs of powder, prayer, oration/persuasion!

I think Fingon’s persuasiveness is rather underrated! Here is one example.

Of course I bring Húrin into this but I imagine a lot of Húrin’s optimism pre Nírnaeth is because Fingon is very persuasive! He knows how the Bragollach went! He fought in the smaller battles of the aftermath as a teenager and, I think more pertinently, Morwen and Rían survived it firsthand! (I don’t think Morwen talks about it often but that she’s there in Hithlum at all says something and I headcanon she has scars from the Bragollach, ok this going off topic)

Húrin is aware of Morgoth’s terrible power (obviously not as much as he will be but…) and he still believes in the Union of Maedhros. It was likely Fingon who convinced him to bring his people not just to battle but to the forefront of the Nírnaeth!

Especially because, as I’ve talked about before, Húrin was not suicidal right before the Nírnaeth, noble death in battle or glorious desperate defeat were not what he wanted. He puts his family and his people on the line and does so knowingly, believing in Fingon’s cause.

(To be clear I’m not blaming Fingon, it’s just something I think about)

I think Fingon like most of the Finwëans (spouses included) tended to be an over talented overachiever with the wealth and resources to experiment and explore in his youth. He probably dabbled in a variety of crafts like I headcanon Maedhros did!

He might have done figure or landscape drawing, building models with a variety of materials, clay work, or even instrument creation! I imagine he also hunted with his sister or cousins often and might have developed prowess with both weapons and precision (and thus mercy) there.

Another possibility for skill in voice , and in hand is healing. Although there is absolutely an element of having to extend what one finds possible in the rescue of Maedhros, Fingon having skills as a healer would make sense whether these are practical skills or the more religious aspects of healing, that we often see with elves, prayer, song and other ritual. I don’t think he has any formal training as a healer, but I think it would make sense if by necessity he picked up on a lot of the skills especially over the ice and his skills developed there

Anyway I hope this is an ok response!

#the silmarillion #fingon #musing and meta #the children of húrin #Húrin #mentions of: #morwen #Rían

[eilinelsghost]

Atanatárissë

Fic by @eilinelsghost; Art by @anerea-lantiria For @tolkienrsb 2023

Fic Rating: T; Art Rating: G Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anárion & Elendil, Finrod/Bëor, Hiril/Hathaldir, Hiril & Rían, Hiril & Beleth, Andreth/Aegnor, Andreth & Adanel, Bëor & Belen, Belen & Finrod, Belen & Baran, Bëor & Baran Characters: Anárion, Bëor, Finrod, Silmariën, Hiril, Hathaldir, Rían, Beleth, Andreth, Adanel, Aegnor, Belen, Baran Word Count: 16,914

In Nargothrond in the First Age, Bëor wrote down the oral tradition of his people to pass on to his younger son, Belen. Throughout the rest of that age and the next, his descendants preserve this book through grief and joy, war and cataclysm, from the highlands of Dorthonion to the fall of Númenor, and reencounter the mythology of their people in the ongoing dance of memory and immortality.

Atanatári: (Quenya) The Fathers of Men Issë: (Quenya) Knowledge, Lore

"Belen [was the] second son of Bëor the Old, to whom the wisdom of Bëor (for Bëor himself had been one of the wise) was chiefly transmitted." - Introductory notes to the "Athrabeth Finrod ah Andreth," Morgoth's Ring, page 306

I am thrilled to finally get to share Atanatárissë with you all! I was so nervous going into TRSB this year - I've never done an event before and am very new both to writing fanfic and to online fandom in general - but this has been one of the most delightful writing experiences I've ever had. I have so much gratitude to @anerea-lantiria for this incredible art and for the amazing encouragement she's given throughout this whole process. It has been such a joy to work together on this project and I'm indebted to you for providing the inspiration that allowed this piece to come to life.

#trsb23 #my fic #finrod #bëor #anárion #silmariën #hiril #rían #andreth #adanel #aegnor #belen #baran #edain traditions #edain lore #creation myths #memory and grief #mortality and immortality #artifacts #silmarillion art #silmarillion fanfic #tolkien art #tolkien fanfic

[echoofthemusic]

#rían #the children of húrin #the silmarillion

[anerea-lantiria]

"We are the sum of the parts of the world"

The Edain creation myth in Atanatárissë by @eilinelsghost is so inspiring! Here's my rendering of the page she describes from Beor's book of lore, an heirloom handed down through the generations from second child to second child. Do yourself a favour and treat yourself to this fic!

In the beginning of time there was the Dark. Within the Dark dwelt Melishk, the goddess of earth. And within the Dark dwelt Guënid, the god of water. Long they danced in the time ere forms were bound, long they wound together in the shapeless mingling. Each pressed into each, seeking ever to lessen the substance wherein they lay separate from the other, until from their union was wrought clay, there amid the timeless spheres.

Thence from the clay of their unity were wrought six forms, limbed and visaged in the fashion of Men. Then Melishk said to Guënid, “Now let us call forth our sisters to aid us, now let us summon hence our brothers for succor. Let us make within the dark a habitation, that these figures we have shaped may be filled with our breath and live, that within them we might dwell forever as one. From earth and from water have they been ordered, from earth and from water have they been formed, and within them shall earth and water walk ever in the bond of unity.” Then Melishk set forth hills rising up from the soil, upon its face she smoothed valleys and fields. And Guënid swiftly did follow her there: to the heights where he rushed down in torrents; to the valleys in sluggish, wide calm; to the fields where his tendrils spread through her loam.

At that time Fon rose up from his slumber and fire came forth within the world. He passed over hill and field and vale, till he stood beside the gods of water and earth and looked on the work of their mingling. Heat he gave unto the six waiting figures before him and receiving such, their clay limbs eased into flesh. Then Luftu soared through the timeless spheres and with the wind of her presence she laid breath within them. Iuthap awakened too at the call of her sister and illuminated the bare world about them. She set her lips to the face of each figure and sight came into their eyes. Then she leapt laughing into the firmament to take up once more the gods’ dance in the sky. At the last, Satheweis arose from the silence and his singing followed Iuthap’s dance through the air. He brushed his lips across each waiting mouth and at once speech came forth from their tongues. Thus were our people born from the Darkness, our tale called up from the Silence. Remember its measure and call out its rhythm: We are the sum of the parts of the world. We are the meeting of earth and of water. We are the fire and light. Ours, the song of the Dark.

#trsb23 #finrod #bëor #anárion #silmariën #hiril #rían #andreth #adanel #aegnor #belen #baran #edain traditions #edain lore #creation myths #memory and grief #mortality and immortality #artifacts #silmarillion art #silmarillion fanfic #tolkien art #tolkien fanfic #anerea

[the-heart-vigor]

Rian... What could he say about her? She dared to be different, she dared to hate war and chaos. She hated those who killed without having to kill and she was kind by choice. This was the reason why he loved her so much. She was so sweet and kind that he felt obliged to love her. Morwen was called Elfsheen but Rian was the one who dared to be human in a world where everyone was talking about elves and forget that humans had their own culture, their own traditions.

#rían

[child-of-hurin]

Talking about Morwen with @outofangband & remembering I have a very strong & completely baseless headcanon that Morwen lets Rían get away with more than anyone else she knows, even maybe her children... Rían makes her a shitty friendship bracelet? Morwen wears it. Rían wants to braid Morwen's hair silly style? Morwen sits still for her. Rían wants to have marshmallow and hot cocoa for dinner? Morwen gets up from her work and goes warm up the cupful for her

#Rían becomes aware of this Power at some point in dor lomin and uses it very sparingly and carefully #which is why maybe it takes a long time for people to notice it -- if ever #but she does use it! #rían #morwen #the children of húrin #if you disagree: dont worry it's just my headcanon :)

[quixoticanarchy]

a little thought about rían daughter of belegund: she never knows her father’s end for certain. she doesn’t get to bear witness and she doesn’t get closure. word must get out eventually, once beren’s story is known, but she’ll never know the details, and for years she must just wonder what’s become of what she left behind

and then when huor doesn’t return, rían follows. she crosses incredibly hostile territory alone, very young, just to find the mound of bodies where huor lies and lay herself down there. she’s not pursuing hope and she doesn’t find any, but this time, at least she’ll know

#i was thinking about her vs glóredhel and like i suppose the doylist reason she doesnt go that route is she needs to have tuor in the wild #but she couldve died there if tolkien just wanted to dispose of her like that. but instead she goes on the world's worst hike #having been told huor is in no uncertain terms already dead. so im considering Why #rían #silmarillion #edain #coh #huor #tolkien #something something the differences between rían and morwen's methods for grieving too... that's another post #skravler

[cosasquequierocompartir]

"Permitete ser mal vista,

mal hablada, mal evaluada!

Permítete que te pierdan el respeto, que se rían a tus costas!

Permite que te juzguen, que cuchicheen, que crean saber quien eres!

Permite que te "miren torcido", que se alejen, que te excluyan, que te rechacen!

Deja que tu reputación caiga por tierra, enfrenta tu mayor pesadilla!

Y ve que Sí, que ella acabe en muerte!

Muerte de esta que era esclava "de los otros".

Y entonces vive, vive libre, sin miedo.

Porque los "otros" no tienen más poder sobre ti"

#cosas que escribo #que dirán #reputación #permitirse #mal #vista #hablada #exclusión #rechazo #rechazó social #rechazo social #poder #respeto #pierdan #rían #burlas #humillaciones #humillar #reírse #juzgar #crean #saber #quién eres #quién soy #alejarse #excluir #alejan #mayor #enfrentar #pesadilla

[warrioreowynofrohan]

Favourite Female Tolkien Character Poll - Round 1, Match 12

#favourite female tolkien character poll #morwen #rían #rian #the children of húrin #the fall of gondolin #the silmarillion #tolkien

[emerwenaranel]

Rian and Morwen love each other to the point of tears. This is what I wanted to say, thank you for paying attention to the most amazing ladies of Narn.

#rían #morwen

[istar-ingolmo]

Silmarillion Primer: The Edain

The Edain (Ee-day-in) are men who came west over the Ered Luin (Blue Mountains) and fought with the elves against Morgoth. Although the name Edain is a Sindarin word that simply means Men, it is usually only used in reference to the noble people of the House of Bëor, the House of Haleth and the House of Hador and their descendants.

Art by Heget

The House of Bëor

The first group of Men to come west over the mountains of Ered Luin, were of the House of Bëor. Bëor, known as Balan to his people, came west in search of the High Elves or the Valar, for his people had heard rumors of them in the east. Finrod Felagund was the first elf to encounter them as they camped in the region of Ossiriand just west of the Ered Luin. There was a language barrier between the two, but they could eventually understand one another since their language was based on the old elvish of the elves in the east. 

Finrod moves The House of Bëor out of Ossiriand and into the land of Estolad in the realm of Amrod and Amras of the Sons of Fëanor. Bëor became a vassal of Finrod and went to live with him in Nargothrond. The descendants of Bëor would ever be friends with the House of Finarfin, Finrod’s father. 

Bëor’s fourth great grandson, Barahir, would save Finrod at the Dagor Bragollach. For which, Finrod gave him what would be known as the Ring of Barahir, a token of their eternal friendship. That ring would be passed down to his son Beren Erchamion,and then through the generations from father to son until the end of the Third Age. When it would come to King Aragorn II Elessar of the Reunited Kingdoms of Arnor and Gondor. 

Notable Members of The House of Bëor:

Beren Erchamion- The Son of Barahir, he would travel into the Guarded Realm of Doriath and fall in love with Luthien, the daughter of Thingol and Melian, its rulers. He would brave the dungeons of Angband with Luthien to claim a Silmaril. His son would become the Ruler of Doriath, and the Father of Elwing, Eäredil’s wife and the grandfather of Elrond and Elros.

Morwen- 1st Cousin Once Removed of Beren (His Cousin’s Child), she married Hurín of the House of Hador. Bore him three children: Turín Turambar, Lalaith, and Niënor.

Rían- 1st Cousin Once Removed of Beren and Cousin to Morwen. She married Huor of the House of Hador, the brother of Hurín. They had one child: Tuor.

Through the marriage of Elwing to Eärendil, the two Houses of Bëor and Hador would produce the Kings and Queens of Númenor. The Númenoreans known as The Faithful would be primarily descended from the House of Bëor, and by extension the Dunédain of the North. 

Art by Heget

The House of Hador

The third house of the Edain to migrate west of Ered Luin. They were initially called the House of Marach, after their patriarch. When they were given the lands of Dor-lomín as a fief under Hador Lórindel, the name of the House became The House of Hador. They were the largest of the three Houses of the Edain. They would intermarry with the House of Bëor and together these two house would make up the majority of the Men of Númenor.  

Notable Members of the House of Hador:

Hurín Thalion- He was a great hero of men and a great friend to Turgon, High King of the Noldor and ruler of Gondolin. He and his brother, Huor, were brought to the city by the eagles of Manwë, which began that friendship. He would marry Morwen of the House of Bëor and have three children. One of which was Turín Turambar, who would also be a great hero of men. However, Hurín was captured at the Nirnaeth Arnoediad (Battle of Unnumbered Tears) and refused to tell Morgoth where Gondolin could be found. He was cursed by Morgoth to watch all the evil that befell his children. When he was finally released, he unknowingly led Morgoth to the general direction of Gondolin. Thus, preparing the way for Gondolin’s ultimate destruction.

Huor- brother of Hurín and of the House of Hador. He married Rían of the House of Bëor. They had one child, Tuor. He was friends with Turgon of Gondolin. At the Nirnaeth Arnoediad he and his brother bought Turgon’s army time to flee by holding the Fen of Serech. He would fall in that battle. He never met his son. 

Turín Turambar- The only son of Hurín and the heir to the Lordship of Dor-Lomín of the House of Hador. He would go on to do great deeds, but the wrath of Morgoth followed him always, causing all he did to go astray. He would eventually kill Glaurung the dragon, but he would take his own life shortly afterward when he learned that last bit of evil the dragon had done to him.

Tuor- The only son of Huor. He grew up with Sindar elves in Mithrim before being driven by fate to seek for the hidden city of Gondolin that his father and uncle once visited. His errand was to advise the High King of the Noldor, Turgon, to abandon the city while there was still time. Turgon heeded it not, but he did give Tuor the hand of his daughter, Idril, in marriage. They became the second union of Elf Maid to Mortal Man. He had one child, Eärendil. 

Eärendil- The Great Mariner. His family managed to escape the destruction of Gondolin and make it to the sea near the Mouths of the Sirion. There he married Elwing, who was a refugee of the destruction of Doriath at the hands of the Sons of Fëanor. They had twin sons, Elros and Elrond. He took the Silmaril that Elwing had inherited from her great grandfather, Thingol, and asked the Valar to save Elves and Men from the forces of Morgoth. He then became The Evening Star, wearing the Silmaril on his brow as his ship sailed the skies.

Art by Heget

The House of Haleth

The reclusive house of the daughter of Halad. There is not much to tell of them. When they came west of the Ered Luin, they refused to live in Estolad with the Houses of Bëor and Hador. They lived apart from them in the further north. 

However, they were surprised by orcs and much of their people were destroyed. They removed to the forests of Brethil in the realm of Doriath and did not participate much in the wars of The First Age. They were, however, not friends of Morgoth.

Hurín would, in his grief over the loss of his family, cause the destruction of the House of Haleth, for blamed them in part for the ruin of his son. He would lead the remnants of the House of Haleth to the ruins of Nargothrond, where he would abandon them. Few members of the House of Haleth survived the end of the First Age to become a part of the Númenoreans. 

The most relevant member of The House of Haleth, was the Daughter of Halmir, Hareth. She married Galdor of the House of Hador, and was the mother of Hurín and Huor. 

#the lord of the rings #the silmarillion #tolkien #Bëor #Haldor #Haleth #House of Bëor #House of Hador #House of Haleth #Beren #Hurín #Huor #Turín #Tuor #Eärendil #Morwen #Rían #Balan #Finrod #Turgon #Idril #Elwing #Elrond #Elros #Dior #Thingol #Silmaril #Númenor #Silmarillion Primer

[outofangband]

Chapter Four, The Departure of Túrin

Chapter One , Chapter Five, another board about this chapter (you can probably guess the theme)

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#the silmarillion #the children of húrin #Túrin #Morwen #Aerin #Rían #the woman in the middle could be Aerin or Gloredhel tbh o #silmedit #silmedits #edits #I hope the pictures make sense? #yes Rian would look much more ragged after her wilderness trek it's hard to find good photos for that though

[strengthandvigour]

Idril had met Hurin and Huor and she could foresee that she would marry Huor's son. But she never had the chance to see Rian and Morwen. When she met Tuor, however, she could see that he had inherited her talent in music and her sweet manners.

Tuor could play the harp and she loved to listen to music. He was the last descendant of the three Houses of the Edain, and Idril recalled the tale of Finrod's first meeting with Beor the Old. The harp was beloved by her people, especially by her mother. So, she felt connected to him.

She was sure that Rian would be proud of him if she was still alive.

#rían #tuor #idril celebridal

[echoofthemusic]

By hard fate was she born into such days, for she was gentle of heart and loved neither hunting nor war. Her love was given to trees and to the flowers of the wild, and she was a singer and a maker of songs.

You know for all her trauma and sufferings and tragic too early death, I can imagine Rían’s songs being powerful in a quiet, soft way, speaking about what matters in her time (and in Tolkien’s time and in our time) and touching people’s hearts with words of empathy and compassion and her deep desire to live in peace, not in war, and her anguish that she may not live to see a time a peace.

#rían #the children of húrin #the silmarillion

[anerea-lantiria]

You know how sometimes you want to write a fic just because it's the fic you'd really like to read but nobody's written it yet, and yet you also know you wouldn't be able to write it to your satisfaction? Well, without knowing this, Frankie picked my TRSB art and wrote that fic. Only way way WAAAY better than I could ever have hoped for, and with soooo much more marvellous worldbuiling than I could have ever dreamed of!! I'm simultaneously blown away and soooo happy, and extremely honoured and simply fucking delighted!

*anérea does yet another happy dance* Here, have another snippet from Atanatárissë by @eilinelsghost, this time in the wake of the Sudden Flame:

Hiril drew the girl in against her, stroking the hair back from her forehead as her mother would have done. Rían still held the little holly sprig clenched in one hand and was tracing the leaves with the fingers of the other as her tears gradually eased. There had been a border of holly drawn about the pages of this story, Hiril recalled, its tendrils wrapping around the writing so that it encircled the tale within its guard. Outside the holly lay a menace of creatures, maws gaping and teeth reaching toward the twisting leaves.

#trsb23 #edain lore #artifacts #Anárion #Silmariën #Hiril #Rían #Andreth #Adanel #Belen #Bëor #Finrod #silmarillion fanfic #silmarillion art #anerea

[the-heart-vigor]

Rian was proud of her husband, even though they were so different from each other. She could understand why he was a warrior, even though she hated war. She loved him to omuch that she could easily forgive the pride of the House of Hador that she could see in his eyes. Because Rian was glad to be with him and she knew that they wold eventually marry. Since Huor was in love with her, the wedding would take place soon.

But Rian had misgivings.

As if it was the last time when she would be happy. She could feel it coming, she could see the doom since this horrible war was still raging. She had heard the whispers, even though the ones close to her were not talking at all about that. But Rian was very intelligent she could hear the birds whispering about war and flying away from the North. She wished she could follow them to distant lands, to be there with Huor, the love of her life. But she knew the necessity of fighting to the end. Because she knew that the end was near.

She knew that Morwen was trying to calm her down.

But Rian could not calm down. When she was alone, she wantedv to cry but she had to hold back her tears. She knew that she had to wait for a long time until Huor would come back home. But he was not coming back home. And Rian was going insane since no news of the battle came. She was pregnant, and she did not know how to raise a child alone. She was scared of asking for help, even though she knew that she could rust Morwen, her dear cousin. But Rian could not utter a word because she did nto want to add to Morwen's pain.

The cousins did not know what to do.

Because no news were coming from the battlefield, and Morwen was trying to be hopeful. She was waiting to hear the rider and his stallion riding victorious, but Rian was hopeless. She could only recall the moment when she fleed from Dor-lomin and run away from home. Everything was empty, her heart was empty because she could not find Huor, the love of her life. And she was lost in the wilderness. She was somehow relieved when the Sindar Elves found her. She was hoping for news but it was horrible to hear Annael's words.

Because Huor was dead.

She flying like a bird, and she found herself on the Hill of the Slain. She could feel that her husband was there and she was in terrible pain for knowing that he was not alive anymore. But they were dead now, they were both dead. Huor was killed and Rian knew she was dying of grief. But she knew now. She knew the truth. Her son would bring hope to this world, and it did not matter if she was dead. Tuor, as his faher wanted the child to be called, would be the hero they wanted, he would bring the light in the darkness.

#rían #huor #morwen #annael #tuor #tolkien #silmarillion