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#death of fingon
chechula · 17 days
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I was very nervous(sitting at a work meeting) and I had to doodle comfortable things, to keep myself together. So I made a sketch for this one. Tom and Goldberry, my favorite couple...in the end they are maybe too sweet, I am almost ashamed to post it here x_x
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molteasee · 4 months
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Silmarillion Noldor Kings summed up pretty accurately 😂
Fëanor
Maehdros
Fingon (imo the last of the great kings)
Fingolfin
Maglor
Finwë
Turgon
Gil-Galad
Elrond
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istaricelebelasse · 23 days
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“…his banner, blue and silver, they trod into the mire of his blood.”
Watercolour and pencil
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welcomingdisaster · 1 month
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I think it's interesting how we judge the outcomes of the battles of Beleriand when the elves are up against a foe that, objectively speaking, cannot be defeated by elven might. Like, you can say the outcome of this battle or that battle might have been different, but it seems like there is no way to defeat Morgoth without drawing on the gods and also breaking the land itself.
I think there's a way that this turns questions of strategy into questions of honor. The question "how do we best defeat Morgoth?" has a very simple answer ("you don't"), and I think by the end of the first age most of the elves know that. So there's that feeling I get that the real questions of the latter battles are more along the lines of doing the right thing than doing a sensical thing. Is it more honorable to try to hold out for as long as possible against an unstoppable force, or to go out in a blaze of glory? Is it more honorable to retreat and save what men you can, or to rush in and die alongside your men who are being slaughtered?
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melestasflight · 9 months
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In the Silmarillion fandom, we enjoy grabbing the trope of “Nolofinwëan recklessness” and running wild with it. 
The most common victims of this are Fingon the Rash Prince and Fingolfin the Impulsive King, who rushes into suicidal combat. Both father and son daring death within Morgoth’s domain. 
It’s fun to write and exciting to imagine, no doubt, but I’d like to offer a different take. In fact, what makes Fingon and Fingolfin (and the rest of that family) compelling to me is their patience and endurance.
Yes, I’m aware Fingon rushes to battle at Alqualondë, but that’s a world-altering event. The light of the world has literally gone out, murder has happened in Valinor, Finwë is dead. Most of the Noldor are up on their feet and ready to depart. Everyone is rushing.
But this is not always the case with Fingon. Most significantly, the rescue of Maedhros is NOT an impulsive decision. The published Silmarillion offers no timeline on this, but in The Grey Annals, five entire years pass between the arrival of Fingolfin’s host to Beleriand and Fingon’s decision to look for Maedhros. 
Five years in which the two hosts are quite literally on the verge of civil war because, let’s not forget:
No love was there in the hearts of those that followed Fingolfin for the House of Fëanor, for the agony of those that endured the crossing of the Ice had been great, and Fingolfin held the sons the accomplices of their father. 
Diplomacy is a painfully slow (and absolutely frustrating!) ordeal. Fingon’s decision is born from this strife, from thirty years on the Helcaraxë, and five years of civil restlessness, not to mention the clear signs that Morgoth is ready to attack them at any moment:
Then Fingon the valiant, son of Fingolfin, resolved to heal the feud that divided the Noldor, before their Enemy should be ready for war; for the earth trembled in the Northlands with the thunder of the forges of Morgoth underground. 
This is not rashness. This is the sacrifice of a captain who is willing to make the best of what time is left before full-out destruction begins. It would be rashness if Fingon got his company and crossed Mithrim to wage battle on the Fëanorians. Instead, he chooses differently for the sake of peace, stability, and renewed friendship.
The trek from Lake Mithrim to Thangorodrim could be estimated at around 150 miles, depending on the map we follow, and there are grasslands and two sets of mountains to cross, not to mention the horror of Thangorodrim. Fingon travels on foot. It would take him weeks, maybe even months, to find Maedhros. Plenty of time for the fire of rashness to cool down if that was the case. But he persists because he has no other choice.
Similarly, I often see takes on Fingolfin that he rushes to pointless combat with Morgoth in the same manner as Fëanor had done. Yet again, the timeline is crucial here. The published Silmarillion has the battle lasting at least several months. Bragollach starts in F.A. 455 during winter time: 
There came a time of winter, when night was dark and without moon
The battle slows down presumably a few months later:
but the Battle of Sudden Flame is held to have ended with the coming of spring, when the onslaught of Morgoth grew less.
The onslaught grows less, but it doesn’t fully cease. Morgoth and Sauron reissue their attacks early into Fingon’s kingship.
In the Grey Annals, the timeline  is stretched further out:
Year 455:
The Fell Year. Here came an end of peace and mirth. In the winter, at the year's beginning, Morgoth unloosed at last his long-gathered strength
Year 456:
Now Fingolfin, King of the Noldor, beheld (as it seemed to him) the utter ruin of his people, and the defeat beyond redress of all their houses, and he was filled with wrath and despair.
The fighting goes on actively anywhere from a season to a full year! Fingolfin tries to hold his kingdom together for a full year despite an absolute, unquestionable disaster. I mean, look at this description of the battle:
In the front of that fire came Glaurung the golden, father of dragons, in his full might; and in his train were Balrogs, and behind them came the black armies of the Orcs in multitudes such as the Noldor had never before seen or imagined. And they assaulted the fortresses of the Noldor, and broke the leaguer about Angband, and slew wherever they found them the Noldor and their allies, Grey elves and Men. Many of the stoutest of the foes of Morgoth were destroyed in the first days of that war, bewildered and dispersed and unable to muster their strength. War ceased not wholly ever again in Beleriand
Fingolfin’s decision to ride out, again, is not out of recklessness or a spur-of-the-moment decision. It’s everything but that. He has given everything and truly believes it’s all lost: “the utter ruin of his people, and the defeat beyond redress of all their houses.” (!!!) 
This is a final stand, the King’s duty to stand by his people, even in death.
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sesamenom · 10 months
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day 1 of @tolkiengenweek: fingon & maeglin in mandos.
a little while ago i did this piece and @tanoraqui mentioned maeglin in the tags. anyways i was thinking about which nolofinwion would be best at dealing w maeglin's trauma.
turgon means well, but maeglin probably doesn't want to talk to him. aredhel is a) his mom and b) part of the traumatic backstory so that would also be difficult. argon never even made it past the grinding ice (and frankly i havent figured out his personality enough to do one of these). fingon, however, kept nicely to the theme of eldest son & youngest grandson and made sense trauma-wise.
so anyways here's fingon helping maeglin deal with the aftermath of his time in morgoth's captivity and the trauma of losing aredhel.
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navyinks · 1 year
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Last batch of world art day drawings!! Thanks to everyone who sent a prompt in, these were fun!! Happy world art day ❤️❤️❤️
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@zealouswerewolfcollector​ asked:  Hi, if you're still doing it, A3 for Fingon? Your Fingon is one of my favorite things ever.
ty friend!! Fingon is also one of my favourite characters to draw ever ❤️❤️ mine is very ooc but eh.
@swanmaids​ asked: Your art is always so lovely! Could I request B4 and Elwing, if you feel like it? 
 Always up for drawing bird mum 🕊️ ty for the prompt!! ✨
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@melestasflight​ asked: Happy art day, navy! I'm such a fan of your work! May I request C3 for Turgon? He really deserves more love. 
Happy world art day Melesta!! You’re too kind ❤️⭐ and yep Turgon totally deserves more love ✨✨
@actual-bill-potts​ asked:  Hello!! Could I possibly request finrod/4b for the art day meme if it’s still open? I love ur art sm <3
Hi friend!! I attempted a younger Valinor Finrod for the expression xD ty for the prompt!! *-*
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thelien-art · 1 year
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Just a small Maedhros sketch
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southfarthing · 1 year
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hc that argon is the most outgoing most beautiful most passionate most vibrant nolofinwean... he's so full of life and fire and dreams, and it all goes up in smoke almost as soon as he sets foot in middle earth. he brings the best out of all his siblings, so when he's gone, they feel his absence deep within themselves
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hhimring · 2 months
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The Bitterest North
Reblog for @march-of-the-noldor
During the Crossing of the Ice, canonically many other elves died beside Elenwe, wife of Turgon. In the backstory of a previous fic, I had given three of them names and fates and someone to mourn for them. This double drabble looks more closely at some of these earlier events. Featuring my OFC Erien, friend of Fingon, and her family.
‘The cold never bothered me that much,’ Elvea says.
She means the cold of Araman without the light of the Trees; she has no concept of anything colder than that. Erien, who once accompanied Fingon far enough up Taniquetil to walk among glaciers, says nothing.
But when Ninde dies—heart stopped after she slipped into deep-sinking ice—Elvea is still courageous. Erien leans on that courage, even as she struggles to adapt what that long-ago trip taught her to help them survive.
Elvea carries Rusco under her cloak, humming to him, while together they climb the cruel hills of ice.
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‘Erien, you’re trying to carry them all with you; I can see it dragging on you,’ says Fingon quietly. ‘Let it go, at least a little. Elvea wanted you to survive. Your dead—you cannot lose them now; they will still be there when we get to the other side.’
Erien blinks at him, frozen. Since she left Rusco, last of all, in his little bed in the snow, she had forgotten there was even supposed to be another side. But Fingon speaks the words with conviction. If he can still believe in the other side…
She nods, walks forward.
On AO3 here.
Originally written in 2018.
(You may be able to guess what the prompt was.)
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hmm.. i don't think fingon was a very good king actually! he was beloved, but always as prince rather than ruler. he's the fairytale lord, dashing and brave and generous; he knows his soldiers' names and goes into battle laughing and bright... perpetually wanting to save everyone and unable to cut his losses. he's too genuine, too proudly moral and fair to be a savvy politician; he expects everyone to be as upright as he is and he's always ending up beaten with the short end of the stick. he loves too well and too openly to accept anyone's sacrifice but his own
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silmkinkmeme · 10 days
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Fingon/Maglor (Tolkien), Fingon/Maedhros (Tolkien), Maedhros & Maglor (Tolkien) Characters: Maglor (Tolkien), Fingon (Tolkien), Maedhros (Tolkien) Additional Tags: Angst, Pining, Complicated Relationships, De-anon me please Summary:
I loved him first, Maglor liked to tell himself.
Fingon and Maglor and Maedhros, loving.
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caenith · 9 months
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And they hewed off Gelmir’s hands and feet, and his head last, within sight of the Elves, and left him.
At last Fingon stood alone with his guard dead about him; and he fought with Gothmog, until another Balrog came behind and cast a thong of fire about him. Then Gothmog hewed him with his black axe, and a white flame sprang up from the helm of Fingon as it was cloven. Thus fell the High King of the Noldor; and they beat him into the dust with their maces, and his banner, blue and silver, they trod into the mire of his blood.
So I wanted to post both of these with a comment 'this is the most terrifying description of someone dying during Nirnaeth' but I couldn't decide which one was more horrible. Thank you, Mr Tolkien, for traumatising me 😐 
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averagenolofinwean · 3 months
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Fingon: Optimism is the key to victory!
Maedhros: Optimism left my body long ago.
Fingon: That's what me and your meds are here for! :)
Maedhros:
Maedhros: Are you implying that your existence itself is gonna make me rebuild my belief in optimism?
Fingon:
Fingon: That's exactly what i'm implying darling!
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welcomingdisaster · 1 year
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eldest sons.  guilt / responsibility / grief 
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melestasflight · 1 year
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I was rereading the Nirnaeth chapter last night, and it struck me how many brotherly vibes are present throughout.
How Gwindor goes completely savage after Gelmir is massacred and pursues Morgoth’s heralds all the way to the very stairs of Angband, and even ‘Morgoth trembled upon his deep throne’ as he heard Gwindor’s people banging on his doors.
How Turgon opens the leaguer of Gondolin after 356 years and risks everything he has built to aid Fingon. How even on the last day of the battle, when he probably knows that everything is lost, he ‘hewed his way to the side of his brother.’
How Maglor, the mightiest singer of the Noldor, slays Uldor the Accursed when he draws near the standard of Maedhros.
How Húrin and Huor decide to stand together until the very end, and neither of them leaves, even when ‘all the hosts of Angband swarmed against them, and they bridged the stream with their dead.’ How Húrin screams ‘Aurë entuluva!’ seventy times as he takes down enemies only feet away from where Huor lies dead with all the people of their house.
The fact that every pair of brothers loses one, other than Maglor, and even he would not be certain all his brothers live in the midst of that chaos. And that does not stop them but propels them further until they have given it all.
The battle begins with Gwindor and ends with Húrin. Those who have lost a brother. Those who will now be thralls in Angband, and even that will not be their final end.
Goosebumps. Every. Damn. Time.
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