#ch: aegnor

[isabelpsaroslunnen]

It's not a deep insight or anything, but: I really, really love relationship dynamics that involve one person (or more) who is fey and at least a little weird and a bit lost in their own heads and in their eldritch drama, and then there's one other person (or more) who is comparatively "normal" but also deeply, deeply cool.

It doesn't need to be romantic, though I was thinking about this specifically because of my favorite Tolkien romances, which I've mentioned before.

Rambling a bit about those (Faramir with Éowyn and Andreth with Aegnor + Andreth's friendship with Finrod):

There's (book) Faramir with his wizardly/Elvish/Númenórean air, and strange insights and presence, haunted by nightmares of his ancestors' long-destroyed homeland, falling hard for Éowyn, who (despite her grandmother) seems much more aligned with the material world, Middle-earth and Rohan specifically, and impressive but fairly prosaic martial abilities. But damn does she ever have them; Tolkien describes her in battle as terrible, skilled, and deadly. She's not weird, but she's extremely cool and intense. I just love the dynamic there.

It's less overt in some ways, but in others even more pronounced with the glimpses we get of the tragic romance between the human wise-woman Andreth and the Elf-lord Aegnor, which extends in some odd ways to Andreth's friendship with Aegnor's brother, Finrod.

Andreth is fantastic—vibrant, challenging, bitter, brilliant, tightly linked with human nature and human ways of knowing the world. In the "Athrabeth," she's arguing with a famously philosophical high Elf out of Valinor who will later put up a decent magical song fight against Sauron and unless I'm totally misremembering, dies killing a werewolf with his teeth. Aegnor, her beloved, is fundamentally and tragically Elvish to the bone, and also a wildfire of a person where Andreth (though very spirited) is associated most with reason, wisdom, and human lore.

The Finrod-Andreth and Aegnor-Andreth dynamics are very different from Faramir and Éowyn's, but that contrast and attraction between someone who is aligned with the fey and eldritch side of things and someone who ... isn't really strange in that sense, but is surpassingly cool in a more material way is just a very fun dynamic that I like a lot.

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[demonscantgothere]

Beasts of the Hill and Serpents of the Den. Galadriel/Sauron | Halbrand. Explicit. 166.1k | 5.6k chapter [33/?] Ch. 33: A Subtle Gift Bestowed

During the First Age, the War of Wrath changes course. On the island of Tol-in-Gaurhoth, the Isle of Werewolves, one of Sauron’s former strongholds—is the seat of the Necromancer’s power. Instead of sending his wolves out to kill Finrod after capturing Felagund in his dungeons, Sauron demands an exchange for his life. Galadriel offers herself.

“Why would you try to save him?” she then asked Halbrand. “What would have been the purpose? He was your enemy—”

“—He asked for my help,” Halbrand stated in a low voice, glancing down at the floor as he spoke, clenching his own fists at his sides much like her. “He stared up at me with pleading eyes, and he begged me for help.”

Galadriel wanted to cry, but she held it back. She felt the tears sting the back of her eyes, blurring her vision. “Aegnor begged you for help?”

“Yes,” Halbrand ended up snapping at Galadriel, raising his head quickly to look at her. “He begged me for help, so I tried to help him. You all think me so cruel, so callous—incapable of any feeling other than indiscriminate hate. Do you know how tiring that is to be your legacy? For others to say you have no feelings when you have so many of them?”

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[animatorweirdo]

Aicarosse Alassindo

(This is a little introduction to my oc because I am going to post soon a fic with this character and a male reader.) Enjoy!  

Warnings; Mentions about the kinslaying, loss of parents and friends, trauma and internal conflict. 

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- Aicarosse was born in Alqualondë in the years of the trees. He is related to the house of Arafinwe from Earwen’s side. He is the son of one of her brothers. 

-His hair was flowing white like the pearly shores of  Alqualondë, and his eyes shined like the emeralds of the green sea. 

-His birth name is Alassindo, meaning joy soul. He was a child filled with joy as he often played around with other children and brought smiles to other people. 

- He often saw a silver lining to everything and hardly ever judged people. His nature made him very loved among his people. 

-His name Aicarosse, piercing rain, came as there was a wild storm when he was born. 

-He also had an odd love for the weather and didn’t fear even the wildest storms. 

-When he came of age, he even dared to sail through the wild waves and the unrelenting storms without fear. It was for excitement and adventure, as he once said. 

-He was close friends with the children of Finarfin. Aegnor, being his closest friend and companion.

-The two would often play together on the shores whenever Aegnor wished to have time off from his family. The two sometimes would dream about the world beyond Valinor, and with Aicarosse, Aegnor would refrain his temper the most as Aicarosse’s calm nature would often help him to calm down. 

-He shared deep bonds with them and didn’t think much of their other family members till the darkening of the trees and kinslaying of the Teleri. 

-He was still relatively young by elven standards, and he witnessed the death of his family and friends at the hands of the Noldor. He survived the act but was left traumatized. 

-When the Noldor left the shores with the stolen ships, Aicarosse was found later beside his dead family, frozen and quietly mourning. It was Finarfin who found the young boy after turning back from the rebellion. 

-Earwen was heartbroken to see the state of her nephew, so she took him in after her children decided to leave Aman along with the people of Fingolfin. 

-He loved his aunt but couldn't help but feel bitterness when his cousins left her and journeyed along with the murderers of his kin. His bond with them became strained ever since.

-Earwen brought great comfort, and the two bonded over their shared loss. She promised to look after him since the death of his parents. 

-Aicarosse felt hatred toward the Noldor. Not only did they kill his family and his people and stole their boats. They dared to burn them like it was their right. 

-His people had made them with their fea, and the Noldor destroyed their creations like it was nothing after murdering hundreds to acquire them. Aicarosse couldn't help but mourn for them. 

-His healing took a long time but seeing his people were scattered. He decided to take responsibility early and become the lord of his house. Burying his grief in a deep dark enclosure of his fea

-With the help of Earwen and Finarfin, Aicarosse managed to stabilize the living conditions of his people, and the Teleri managed to get back on their feet. 

-He had left his love for sailing and adventuring of the sea and became one of the most outstanding and trusted leaders. 

-He decided to be referred to as Aicarosse, rarely allowing anyone but close friends and family to refer to him as Alassindo. 

-He was politically talented and cunning when it came to business. He was sometimes even a bit cold when the  Noldor were involved. However, he regained his kind nature and never judged anyone on appearance or background. 

-But even though all seemed well. Aicarosse never truly healed from the devastating act Noldor inflicted upon him and his people, and he still held bitterness in his heart. 

-His relationship with the house of Finarfin was strained, but when he heard about the return of Finarfin’s children, he decided to welcome them back. 

-He was saddened to hear Aegnor would not return from Mandos. Angrod explained that Aegnor had fallen in love with a human maiden he couldn’t be with, so he would not return till the end of the world. 

-That’s when Aicarosse became curious about the secondborns of the Illuvatar and would listen to the stories Angrod and Finrod shared with him about the Edain. 

-The Edain fascinated Aicarosse, but since he had a responsibility to his people and Aman, he pushed his wishes to meet a human back until one day, a human washed up on the shores of Aman despite the impossible.

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[arrivisting]

WIP Project

I’m going to do that meme where you post a little from each of your current WIPs, because mine have been lying dead for months, wholly fossilised, and I can’t seem to breathe the life back into them. Tell me which one I should focus on and I’ll try to obey!

Gil-galad has three daddies ch. 2

It was still enough to slip the hood from his head and reveal his dark braids and his Finwion face to the guards, who were less guards than heralds or informants. Aman was a land without watch-words or interrogation, and they waved him past after a glance, and Fingon rode on through the half-remembered streets to the Great Square.

There once – once! – the torches had flamed in the dark, and Fëanor had spoken of the lands to the West, of freedom, of vengeance, of wildness and adventure. There Maedhros had joined hands with his brothers across the square from Fingon and sworn the Oath, and Fingon had been too far away to stop him, too late to do anything but watch. They had all been laughing as they did it, vertiginous with the great daring of defying the Valar. How strange that that was what hurt now: that they had known so very little of what was to come that they had laughed, his seven cousins, who had not been murderers then, who had not then been Damned beyond Return.

Untitled Aegnor/Andreth project

He looks just as he did when she first loved him, when Dorthonion was still green and his profile had been heartbreakingly pure against the blue sky. He still has the springing fair hair, the fine-grained skin as pale as milk. The blue eyes, wide at the sight of her, are the same; so are the parted lips, as if breath and sound together have stilled on his tongue.

But Andreth is not young any longer. Or rather, she is not only young. She is old and young at once, wise and foolish together, her hands spotted like a winter apple one moment and smooth and fresh the next.

 Untitled Fingon/Maedhros cliché banging at Himring project

In the bathhouse, Tarnis said, briskly rubbing at her hair, “You can’t imagine Maedhros Left-Hand is fool enough to drown him in his bath the moment after he arrives.”

“Don’t call him that,” I said, because the Fëanorians in red were as unlikely to be comfortable leaving us unwatched in their halls as we were to be so divided and peeled away from our prince, so quickly after our arrival. “Not even in your head.”

“It’s not the worst thing I could call him.”

“It’s hardly politic.”

“Tulkaranco,” she said, “it’s because he’s Maedhros Left-Hand that you might lower your guard a little. He gave up the crown, after all; if he meant to seize it back, he’d do it much more cleverly than you’re imagining. A fall down one of those twisting stair-cases – an ambush or stray arrow out riding --”

“It’s because he gave up the crown that I trust him not at all,” I said. “At least his brothers are honest. An open nest of snakes! Ambitious, double-dealing, begrudging serpents each.”

She laughed. “Are snakes notable for bearing grudges?”

“Noldor are,” I said, refusing to unpick my tangled metaphor, “and Fëanorions even more so.”

 Untitled marriage of convenience project

Maedhros said, “Why are we speaking of marriage at all?” and Fingon gave him a look that suggested he had left his mind with Irmo overnight.

“Because tomorrow you are leaving for Formenos, and all your family, and Grandfather – for twelve years – and do you think when those twelve years are up that the trouble will be past, and your father will love mine any more dearly?”

He had not been thinking quite that far.

He had been thinking only of those twelve years, and what exile would mean. Twelve years in exile, twelve years far from Tirion and his work and his friends; twelve years with his father and brothers all steeping together in anger and his mother far away. He had been trying to accustom himself somehow to the great unimaginable fracturing about to take place, how his life was about to change, how to survive the twelve years of it stretching unbelievably ahead.

He had not yet begun to imagine how, after that, the fracture might heal itself, how the flying pieces of the House of Finwe would ever fit themselves back together.

 Untitled Fingon/Maedhros banging at the Mereth Aderthad project

“Fingon, no,” Maedhros said, and the refrain was so familiar on his lips that for a moment he felt as though he had, in fact, stepped into the past: the warmer and gentler past, the days spent in endless soft light in a crystal city on a hill, shaded only by tall trees. A past with none of Beleriand’s fire and blood, its pain and loss, without the savage beauty of a red moon framed by the Pass of Aglon and snow-capped mountains, the deep, wound-like gorge of the Gelion.

“If you tell me you brought anything better for a full ceremony of state than your riding leathers, I won’t insist,” Fingon said.

Maedhros gestured vaguely at what he was already wearing, and Fingon said,

“That isn’t even grey, it’s dun. Is it dyed at all?”

 Untitled Nerdanel project

“You will name them what you will name them,” Nerdanel says, and closes her eyes. He always has. It has never seemed to matter that their sons’ father-names fall like thrown daggers, each insistent Finwe, Finwe a claim, a declaration, and now – a chant. He won’t break his pattern for these last. “What I will name them will come to me.”

 ‘LEGXIT’ Gigolas project

“In Durin’s halls,” he said, “we would talk rather more about your sword, and the forging of it, and the manner of its quenching, and other great weapons made by its smith. It would be best if you had forged it yourself, of course. But your bravery would be praised;

The flame of her heart was fierce

And bright and true her sword!

Just as hammers falling

She slew the dark Witch-lord!

“But I am no singer,” Gimli said, clearing his throat after his chanting, and sought shade in the depth of his mead-mug.

 untitled Gigolas in Valinor project

“Well,” said Legolas, and now there was the faintest pink edging to his cheekbones, too. “I don’t speak Quenya.”

“You don’t speak – is there another kind of Elvish? They speak another tongue over there, those fancy High-Elves? One you don’t speak?”

“--Even so.”

“You mean to tell me that when we get there they’ll all be jabbering away like pretty parrots, and not only will I not make out a word, you won’t either? And you’re only mentioning this now, when it’s too late to turn back?”

“I can make out some words,” Legolas said. He shrugged. “We’ll learn swiftly.”

“I have a mind to push you out of this boat!”

#wips #silmarillion #my fic

[silmarillionno]

When occurs the Athrabeth?

Fingolfin is already dead in the Debate, but in the comments, Ch. Tolkien says that Aegnor dies after this conversation.

#athrabeth #morgoth's ring #finrod #andreth

[usuallypleasantprince]

Read The Children of Húrin(5) online free by J.R.R. Tolkien

The Children of Húrin(5) Author: J.R.R. Tolkien

NOTE ON PRONUNCIATION

The following note is intended to clarify a few main features in the pronunciation of names.

Consonants

C   always has the value of k, never of s; thus Celebros is ‘Kelebros’, not ‘Selebros’.

CH   always has the value of ch in Scots loch or German buch, never that of ch in English church; examples are Anach, Narn i Chîn Húrin.

DH   is always used to represent the sound of a voiced (‘soft’) th in English, that is the th in then, not the th in thin. Examples are Glóredhel, Eledhwen, Maedhros.

G   always has the sound of English g in get; thus Region is not pronounced like English region, and the first syllable of Ginglith is as in English begin, not as in gin.

Vowels

AI   has the sound of English eye; thus the second syllable of Edain is like English dine, not Dane.

AU   has the value of English ow in town; thus the first vowel of Sauron is like English sour, not sore.

EI   as in Teiglin has the sound of English grey.

IE   should not be pronounced as in English piece, but with both the vowels i and e sounded, and run together; thus Ni-enor, not ‘Neenor’.

AE   as in Aegnor, Nirnaeth, is a combination of the individual vowels, a-e, but may be pronounced in the same way as AI.

EA   and EO are not run together, but constitute two syllables; these combinations are written ëa and ëo, as in Bëor, or at the beginning of names Eä,... Read here: Read The Children of Húrin(5) online free by J.R.R. Tolkien

[isabelpsaroslunnen]

I was thinking about how I don't ordinarily like large age gaps in fictional relationships, but with an exception for one of my favorite fantasy tropes: unalterably different lifespans.

I actually really enjoy it when an ordinary lifespan forms only a small part of the life of some long-lived being(s), chronologically speaking, yet the comparatively short-lived person has an inexpressibly profound impact on the other person or people that lasts for multiple lifetimes (my group's last D&D campaign culminated in exactly this dynamic and it was great).

I particularly enjoy it when both or all go into the relationship with a solid understanding of what the disparity in lifespans will mean and acceptance of this as part of loving each other for who they truly are rather than wishing them fundamentally different. I do not particularly enjoy it when the disparity is "fixed" for whatever reason; it just de-fangs the whole thing to me and makes it 10x more boring. Give me the bittersweet lifespan angst, I eat it up like bittersweet chocolate.

There is a variant that I also like, which is when the disparity in their potential lifespans is not smoothed over, but through some horrible turn of events, the longer-lived person dies before their partner(s). I don't think I'd like it as "haha, a twist! you didn't see that one coming, did you?" But when it is serious tragedy, it's great.

I was thinking about this because I'm a big Tolkien fan, and some of the relationships work a lot better for me than others. But nothing works quite so well for me as:

Éowyn falling in love with and marrying the ultra-Númenórean Faramir, a man who will live to be 120 years old, likely outliving her by 20-30 years and possibly more if she dies of old age.

Galadriel's brother, Aegnor, falling hard for the mortal woman Andreth but afraid of the ramifications of mortality. He then dies in battle against Morgoth while she's still alive. Elves can be reborn sometimes, but Galadriel and Aegnor's oldest brother tells Andreth:

"he will never take the hand of any bride of his own kindred, but live alone to the end, remembering the morning in the hills of Dorthonion ... I say to thee thou shalt live long in the order of your kind, and he will go before thee and he will not wish to return."

It's sad, but also

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