#míriel daughter of fingon

[dysfunctional-family-fight]

Round One

House of Finwë (The Silmarillion) VS the Preaker/Crellins (Sharp Objects)

House of Finwë art by Jenny Dolfen

House of Finwë

Members: Finwë, Míriel, Indis, Findis, Fëanor, Fingolfin, Finarfin, Lalwen, and many others

Propaganda:

"The whole events of the Silmarillion - including a few wars, a dark lord, the destruction of a continent, etc - revolve around this family's drama" "Well míriel died and finwë remarried to indis, and fëanor hated his half siblings, going so far as to threaten fingolfin with a sword. Then after the fëanorians and fingon and maybe others killed a bunch of people, fëanor abandoned fingolfin so he couldn't follow, and when finarfin turned back his kids didn't and they left him. After that it's all feuds and murders and death and treason and such. Greatest hits of that include maeglin betraying turgon and trying to murder idril and eärendil, plus maedhros and maglor kidnapdopting elrond and elros. Also we don't even know who gil-galad's parents are" More propaganda here

The Preaker/Crellins

Members: Adora Crellin, Alan Crellin, Camille Preaker, Marian Crellin, Amma Crellin

Propaganda:

CW: Munchausen by proxy, murder, self-harm, drugs, strangulation

"Adora has Munchausen by proxy and, before the start of the book, slowly poisons Marian to death while accepting all the praise everyone gives her for being such a devoted caretaker to her “sick” daughter. She also completely ignored Camille during that time because she refused to take “medicine” and caretaking from Adora, which ends up driving her to self harm. Years later, Camille returns to her home town (and her mother) to investigate the disappearances/deaths of 2 preteen girls. She ends up bonding with her 13-year-old sister, Amma, who leads a near double life of sweet, obedient, devoted daughter vs rebellious teen that drinks and does drugs and parties. Adora tells Camille one night that Camille is cold and that’s why she could never love Camille. Alan is heavily implied to know what she’s doing to her daughters, but only turns up his music to ignore what’s going on. Adora is arrested for the dead girls' murders, along with Marian’s. Amma comes to live with Camille and Camille tries to help heal Amma and herself from Adora’s abuse. It goes well until Camille compliments Amma's friend. Amma’s friend is found strangled, the same as the two other girls, and Camille realizes that Amma was the one who had killed the other girls because Adora had been tutoring and paying more attention to them than Amma. Amma was jealous and wasn’t willing to give up Adora’s attention, even though she knew it would kill her." Note: edited for length, full submission here

#polls #house of finwë #preaker/crellins family #the silmarillion #sharp objects #round one

[dialux]

Finwëans: The Queens of the Noldor

2/7

Míriel, who was called Serindë, because of her surpassing skill in weaving and needlework; for her hands were more skilled to fineness than any hands even among the Noldor. Míriel was the only crowned High Queen of the United Noldor.

Indis, close kin of Ingwë the High King, golden-haired and tall, who bore the name Fëastel for her deliverance of nearly three score elves captured by Melkor ere elves ever arrived in Aman, wedded Finwë after Míriel's death. To appease Míriel's son Fëanor, Indis was never named High Queen of the Noldor.

Nerdanel also was firm of will, but more patient than her husband Fëanor, desiring to understand minds rather than to master them, and at first she restrained him when the fire of his heart grew too hot; but his later deeds grieved her, and they became estranged. She never wore the crown of a Noldor Queen, for her husband was crowned King only after their estrangement.

Fingolfin's wife Anairë ruled Tirion beside her husband after Fëanor's banishment to Formenos by the Valar, but refused to leave Aman after the Darkening, largely because of her friendship with Eärwen wife of Arafinwë. All her children went with their father.

Finarfin wedded Eärwen, the daughter of King Olwë, and his children were thus the kin of King Elwe; Eärwen gave to her children a love of the sea and dreams of far lands that they had never seen. When Finarfin returned to Tirion and begged for mercy from the Valar for the First Kinslaying, Eärwen accepted his pleas and ruled by his side as High Queen of the Noldor in Aman for many long Ages of the world.

Elenwë perished in the crossing of the Ice; and Turgon was thereafter unappeasable in his enmity for Feanor and his sons. When Turgon inherited the throne of High King of the Noldor from his brother Fingon, he insisted that his wife be named High Queen beside him though she had passed more than four centuries earlier.

But fairer than all the wonders of Gondolin was Idril, Turgon’s daughter, she that was called Celebrindal, the Silver-foot, whose hair was as the gold of Laurelin before the coming of Melkor. The first and only independent Queen of the Noldor, Idril ruled over the Havens of Sirion and Arvernien until her cousin Gil-galad came of age and became High King.

Women of the Elves 12/?, Finwean edits 2/7

#whoooooo okay tags #miriel #indis #nerdanel #anaire #earwen #elenwe #idril #silmarillion #tolkien ladies #women of the elves #my edits #post miriel none of them are crowned high queen :(( #the story of the noldor is a story of tragedy i GUESS #finwean edits

[grey-gazania]

Hi! I'd love to hear more about Ereiniel Alqualonde or Miriel bodice, if they haven't been asked yet! — @emyn-arnens

@emyn-arnens || pick a WIP title, get an excerpt

Ereiniel Alqualonde will probably get folded into The Kids Are All Right at some point! I tried to make it a stand-alone but it's fighting with me.

“I don’t know what happened,” Ereiniel said. “I think that’s the worst part. I was told one thing by my mother, another thing by my tutor, something else entirely by Henthael…” Her words trailed off, and she pulled her arms tighter about her knees. “I don’t know,” she repeated. “I’d give anything to have just five more minutes with Ada, so I could ask him to his face. But he’s dead.” There was one person she hadn’t asked. Gurvadhor had been a close friend of her father’s, and Ereiniel knew that he would have a perspective of his own on what had happened at Alqualondë. But she knew, too, that there was a good chance that he had been in the vanguard with Fingon. She knew that there was a good chance that he was one of the Kinslayers. Call her a coward for it, but if Gurvadhor had the blood of the Falmari on his hands, she didn’t want to know.

Miriel Bodice was something I started for @tolkienocweek last year and might polish up for the same event this year. It centers on Feanor, Caranthir, and Caranthir's fiancee.

When Atto straightened up, there was something in his hands -- a folded piece of fabric, richly embroidered in shades of red. I knew immediately whose work it was. "My mother made this," Atto said, unfolding it to reveal a woman's blouse. He held it up so we could both see the intricate design of roses that covered it, a riot of buds and blossoms on creamy cloth. "I thought you might like to wear it at the wedding." Parmë's dark eyes were wide. She looked too stunned to speak. "I'd be delighted if you did," Atto said. "I've kept it for years, but I've never known what to do with it." That wasn’t surprising. The colors were all wrong for Ammë, clashing with her ruddy complexion and coppery hair, and I knew Atto would rather swallow glass than give anything of Míriel's to Indis or my aunts. Parmë still hadn't answered. Atto seemed to realize that she wasn’t trying to be rude; she was just shocked. "Carnistir tells me he proposed to you in the rose garden. And who better to wear it than my first daughter-in-law?" he said softly. "I'd be honored to," Parmë said, finding her voice at last. "It's beautiful." There was a hint of sadness visible on Atto's face as he nodded, but it passed quickly. "We'd have to have it tailored, of course," he said. "My mother was a good deal taller than you are." "Just about everybody's taller than Parmë," I said.

#emyn-arnens #dash games #meme

[yellow-faerie]

Ooh, how about One Hell of a Cousin Bonding Experience for the ask game? <3

Oh yes my obligatory time travel AU fix-it with a good deal of family bonding. Essentially it focusses on Celebrimbor, Ivárë (my daughter of Maglor and Daeron), Gil-Galad, and my two daughters of Caranthir Niphredilien and Nibenaes, who at the end of a Dagor Dagorath where Morgoth wins, find themselves together with the Silmarils and get thrown back in time to Fëanor's exile.

What then ensues is a nightmare of diplomacy and morally dubious acts to try and avert the oncoming crisis while also trying to make sure enough things happen that people are born like Elrond and Elros?

Anyway, there's more under the cut.

Right so we have five descendants of Fëanor who have been thrown back in time from what is objectively the Worst Future Possible.

Celebrimbor gets chucked into the laps of the Fëanorians: a bunch of angry, suspicious Fëanorians who have just been exiled and who do not trust this stranger who looks a lot like their father dropping into their dining room. Celebrimbor is shocked for all of three minutes before being like...I'm your grandmother's father who Mandos released??? Because Míriel is too dead to say otherwise and no-one else still in Valinor know who her father is (not even Finwë)

Somehow, this very flaky story works because Mandos' servants are always up for causing chaos (also Celebrimbor gaslights them a bit and they don't want to admit to accidentally losing a spirit)

Gil-Galad gets sent to the palace due to his relation to Fingon where he's met with the same amount of suspicion but not so much immediate violence. He manages to get around awkward questions by pretending to just straight up have amnesia. He's like...no I have no idea why I'm here or who I am or-

Anyway, the bottom line is that the Ñolofinwëans take him in.

As for Niphredilien and Nibenaes, they get tossed straight into the middle of a forest. It is literally miles from any civilization. They arrive at Alqualondë sometime around the Darkening. They just spent twelve years of their life alone but for each other in the wilderness. It's actually a miracle they didn't kill each other because siblings should not be alone with each other that long.

And Ivárë is all the way in Beleriand, having been tossed into Thingol's court where she is promptly adopted by Beleg, Mablung and Nellas.

And from there it's them attempting to not be found out or assumed to be servants of evil as they push everyone to a better future (and fade away as they're born in that era because I make sad things - Celebrimbor fades with Niphredilien because he already has a little him running around and Niphredilien is born in the third age or smth and shouldn't have to be lonely all that time).

And that's kinda it? It just sorta floats around my head, making itself at home tbh 😅

#Silmarillion #On Hell of a Cousin Bonding Experience #Time Travel AU #Ask #Ask Game #wren-of-the-woods

[anghraine]

I was thinking about Aranor and Aranor/Míriel some more, and:

I know other people are either indifferent or actively put-off by it, but I find it really entertaining that Aranor, who is nearly 90 years old, has been pining for decades after an immortal peredhel who is thousands of years her senior (and tragically heterosexual) ... only for her feelings to fade after Arwen goes over the sea and Aranor becomes closer and closer to her closest advisor and friend, Míriel—who is some 50 years her junior and her late rival’s daughter.

Míriel is silently pining after Aranor (her queen!), and meanwhile Aranor is oblivious and just ... WHY. WHY AM I LIKE THIS.

(I do realize that this is part of the reason almost nobody shares my ship: that is, the combo of age difference, Faramir being Denethor’s son with everything that entails, and breaking up a popular canon ship in Aragorn/Arwen. But I just find the prospect of Aranor going from years of devotion to Arwen to falling for Míriel of all people really funny.)

#my default answer to a/a is just having arwen go to valinor with celebrían #so they just never meet at all #but i mentioned her in one of the aranor stories so she had to be around and i just went 'well. maybe she's straight' #which is very clichéd but a) extremely true to my own experience and b) allows for a transition from smth EPIC and DOOMED #to quietly falling for her advisor/friend #which i think is sweet as well as personally amusing #also even for my usual faramir/aragorn feelings this is a pining-heavy verse #but everyone ends happily! so it's okay #anghraine babbles #legendarium blogging #fic talk #aranor #fic talk: aranor #aranor daughter of arathorn #míriel daughter of fingon #otp: love was kindled #still deciding if we actually get the 'love was kindled' moment in this verse—i want things to wind out differently #than with fíriel #but it doesn't seem probable that míriel would be near battle ... she's probably evacuated actually #so they'd first meet well after the healing #hmmm

[absynthe--minded]

If you don’t mind because I love to hear it, what editorial choices did Christopher Tolkien make that really frustrate you?

My top one would be Turin’s character assaination.

I do not mind being asked!! this is an incomplete list but I hope it gets the point across

Túrin’s character assassination is astonishing, you’re right, for me it’s specifically everything in Nargothrond as well as the minimizing of Saeros (and sometimes Daeron) harassing him for racist and xenophobic reasons. This is really well-known so I’m not going to spend a lot of time on it unless people want me to? it’s probably best encapsulated in another post lol.

WHERE ARE THE WOMEN, CHRISTOPHER, WHERE ARE THEY. Haleth’s all-woman bodyguards get cut out! Míriel being the inventor of sewing gets cut out! Indis and Nerdanel having a friendship gets cut out! Andreth gets cut out, with not even a mention of the Athrabeth! Morwen and Niënor lose all their character traits! Finduilas is a ghost of her former self! Idril’s character gets cut down to nothing!

Findis and Lalwen not existing. I’m actually going to give them their own bullet point because Lalwen goes to Beleriand with her brother Fingolfin. That’s an entire extra Finwëan princess to talk about!

cutting the Wanderings of Húrin from the Silmarillion was a Bad Choice because it robs Húrin of his status as like. almost a warning of divine punishment. With the Wanderings, and specifically his travels to Gondolin and Menegroth, you can make the argument that Doriath falling and Gondolin falling were in large part because they failed to look after innocents and refugees, and that’s a really neat angle

Gil-galad Son Of Fingon. Gil-galad’s parentage changed so many damn times. I am all for Gil-galad the adopted son of Findekáno and also kind of Maitimo? but Gil-galad the biological son of Fingon has caused so many fandom problems. Leaving his parentage ambiguous would have been the right choice, and Christopher himself agrees with me here.

Beren and Lúthien being directly involved with killing the dwarves who killed Thingol. Christopher also admits in HoME that having Guy Gavriel Kay help with ghostwriting that Silm chapter was a mistake, and that he probably could have succeeded in creating a coherent narrative from his father’s later work (specifically the draft where Celegorm and Curufin kill the dwarves, assuming they have the Silmaril, but Melian actually took it and went to Lúthien)

I’m still doing research on this so I can’t actually speak authoritatively on it yet but what inspired my original frustrated post was the fact that as far as I can tell, the bits in the Silm chapter “Of Maeglin” about Maeglin’s desire to marry Idril being seen as incestuous and twisted and disgusting? Entirely absent from the drafts. All I’ve found in HoME and TFOG so far indicates that J.R.R. Tolkien never wrote anything close to that - Maeglin wanted to marry her, sure, but in the Book of Lost Tales, their marriage is frowned upon because Turgon thought that his nephew was clout-chasing rather than genuinely in love with his daughter. And the other HoME volumes usually have some variation on “Maeglin wanted to marry her, and Turgon loved and trusted him, but she married Tuor instead”, if they mention him at all. All the stuff about how he loved without hope, and how she saw him as terrifyingly warped? I’m willing to say that there’s a very good chance he invented that. Maeglin’s characterization in JRRT’s writing is very different from how he is in the Silm.

Amrod surviving at Losgar. I feel like this is a pretty agreed-upon fandom thing? We all sort of just accept that he died. But it still annoys me that Chris decided not to follow that path.

Argon not existing at all. Argon’s death mirrors Amrod’s death - both Fëanor and Fingolfin have to lose a son before they can begin life in exile, and one dies in fire and the other dies in freezing cold. It also sets up an interesting relationship since Argon died defending his family and his people and Amrod died because of someone else’s selfish and misguided attempt to defend his family.

the removal of a lot of the more queercoded/queer-subtext moments. Túrin and Beleg kiss in front of the Gaurwaith in the Lay of the Children of Húrin, and in that version and the Book of Lost Tales version of the story, Túrin kisses Beleg after he dies. The green Elessar that Galadriel gives to Aragorn is mentioned to be a betrothal gift in Laws and Customs among the Eldar, and there’s one version of the story where that same green stone was given to Fingon by Maedhros.

downplaying the presence of Taliska in the narrative and stripping out a lot of Edainic cultural worldbuilding. Taliska, one of the Edainic languages (or an Edainic language with several distinct dialects) hasn’t had any publicly released information about grammar and construction. We never find out in the published Silm that the Atani - the mortal Men - call themselves the Seekers, the way the elves call themselves the Quendi. We don’t learn that nothlir is the Taliska word for “folk” or “people”, so nothlir Haletha means “folk of Haleth”. All the lengthy discussion of Edainic philosophy from the Athrabeth is gone, and Chris’s decimation of the Narn i Chin Húrin means we don’t know anything in the Silm chapter about life in Dor-lómin under Húrin and Morwen’s leadership.

I hope that answers your question? sorry, this turned out to be long.

#replies #anon replies #absynthe's meta #tolkien

[surpassingvalour]

grief, in isolation

for anon, who requested “angsty nolofinweans after fingolfins death”

~

Fingon didn’t get to say goodbye.

That was what kept coming back to him: again and again he lost those he loved, never getting the chance to give them a last farewell. His mother hadn’t been able to face him after the Kinslaying; he’d been in the middle of a pointless spat with Arakáno right before he was killed; Turukáno and Írissë and Itarillë had vanished without warning, the better for the secrecy and security of Turno’s kingdom, he said in the letter he left behind.

What a load of horse shit. Secrecy be damned, Fingon missed his family. He didn’t know if they’d made it safely to Ondolindë, what had befallen them there, if Itarillë had gotten up the courage to kiss that girl she’d been so enamoured with before she abandoned her, too—

And now he’d lost his father also. Fingolfin hadn’t even left a note like Turukáno. He’d just...left. Charged into battle with no care for anyone other than himself—no, not even for himself. An eagle had been spied carrying his body away, and if it truly was Thorondor as the rumors said, well. Fingon would have words with him about that. He didn’t even get a body to bury. Why would Thorondor return Fingolfin’s corpse to Hithlum when it would be safer in Ondolindë?

He had Maedhros, at least, to comfort him. Maedhros who had lost his own father centuries before, Maedhros who loved him more than he deserved, Maedhros who Fingon trusted would never, ever leave without a goodbye. Not after the last time.

But aside from Maedhros, Fingon was alone.

~

Turukáno knelt by the cairn he had built with his own hands. Sorontar had watched, solemn and silent, as he had dismissed the watchers and tended to the broken form of his father’s body with his own hands. It was not beneath the King of Ondolindë to honor his father like this, even if Ñolofinwë had not also been High King of the Ñoldor.

He even turned aside Itarillë, urging her to keep Maeglin away from the sight. It was not fair that the lad would never meet his grandfather, but Turukáno did not want Maeglin’s only memory of Ñolofinwë to be the bruised and battered thing he was in death.

Now the work was done, and his hands ached. His robes were stained with dirt, his cheeks with tears, his heart with yet another grief. It was too much, too much. And he was alone—by choice he was alone. He had banished his daughter and his nephew to spare them this misery, shunned his friends and lords when they offered to help. This was something he had to do by himself, no matter how it pained him.

He was so lonely in Ondolindë. This was his glorious kingdom, a living memory of Tirion upon Túna, and he was proud of it, proud of his people—and he was so alone. Elenwë was dead; Írissë was dead; Arakáno was dead; Ñolofinwë was dead. All that remained of his family were Itarillë, sweet Itarillë who he loved more than anything, and Maeglin, the ill-fated child he tried to love in his sister’s place.

And Findekáno, somewhere out there, rising to take the throne. Turukáno should be there, standing beside him, supporting him, and yet—

And yet he had risked everything to create this place of safety. He could not leave, not even for Findekáno’s sake. Not when letting Írissë roam free had led to her misery and death.

At least he had a grave to mourn by. Findekáno did not have even that.

~

Itarillë’s hands shook as she attempted to make her words as smooth and elegant upon the page as they once had been. She breathed deep, and still they trembled. But she pressed on regardless, because she needed to write this letter. She had to let her uncle Findekáno know that his father had been laid to rest.

Her father did not allow communications from the outside world. But Sorontar was here, and Grandfather Ñolofinwë was dead, so surely this would be an exception. Itarillë’s heart broke at the thought of Uncle Finno all alone without any family to comfort him—any family but Maitimo, that was. And though she was not as resentful of her Fëanárion cousins as her father, gone were the days where she smiled and sat on Uncle Maitimo’s lap and read him stories written by her mother. She could not muster hatred for him, but neither could she muster love.

Dearest Uncle Findekáno, she wrote, and then paused. Was it alright to write in Quenya? She knew her uncle went by Fingon now, that with Thingol’s ban upon their tongue everyone outside of Ondolindë had changed their names...but surely an Eagle-borne message would not be scrutinized by the King of the Sindar. Then again, if she ever hoped to leave these walls, she ought to practice her Sindarin.

Dearest Uncle Fingon, she tried again, this time in Sindarin. Yes, this was better; it took more effort to think in this second language, which meant she could not spend so much energy purely upon grief.

I write to you because my father will not. I am certain you know this already, but your father and my grandfather, High King Ñolofinwë Fingolfin, has perished...

Itarillë wrote until her hands cramped and her mind went blank—and then she threw the letter in the fire. How could she write to Uncle Finno now, about her grandfather, when he didn’t even know his sister, too, was dead?

~

Maeglin was used to the stares. He was different, an outsider, the only newcomer to Gondolin since its foundation. At least, the only newcomer who yet lived. Everyone seemed to discount Eöl.

So of course people stared at him. It wasn’t all bad; many of them were just curious. And they got used to him after a time, especially when he started to work in the forge and they came to appreciate him for his craft. And then the king his uncle had declared him a Lord of Gondolin, with all the pomp and circumstance that entailed, and people looked to him as some sort of leader instead of a stranger. He still wasn’t quite used to that.

But these stares—this time they unsettled him.

They weren’t looking at Maeglin, Eöl’s son, the stranger, the half-Avari changeling, the boy who flinched from loud noises and couldn’t stay long out in the sun. They weren’t looking at Lómion, Írissë’s boy, the poor royal orphan, the young man who stuttered through his Quenya and couldn’t make any friends. They weren’t looking at Maeglin the smith or even at Lord Maeglin of the House of the Mole.

No, for the first time, people stared at Prince Maeglin, grandson of Fingolfin, the castaway heir of a broken throne.

Maeglin had never met Fingolfin. Turgon hadn’t even let him see the body. He didn’t know if he resembled his grandfather, if Fingolfin would have loved him or hated him, if he would have been welcomed into the great Ñolofinwëan family as Aredhel’s son. And now even the unrealistic fantasy of meeting those relatives of his who still lived was being crushed.

He only had the one grandfather. Eöl had been one of the Unbegotten, fatherless, woken at Cuiviénen. That had seemed wondrous and exciting when Maeglin was a child, and Eöl had for once been happy to talk about the past, eager to remind his son that he, too, had woken alongside Finwë and made the journey west. Only he was braver and better than any Ñoldo, because he had done it alone.

But Maeglin had loved his mother’s stories more, when it came down to it, though the legends were not as grand when he saw them up close. He didn’t feel like Fingolfin’s grandson, not when he’d never met the ellon. And now he never would.

~

Anairë hadn’t known who to go to when she felt her marriage bond break. Eärwen still had her husband, the Valar had doomed Ñolofinwë to his fate, most of her old friends had left with her husband when he marched away from her. It had been centuries—she had tried to move on—she had closed their bond long ago. She didn’t expect it to hurt so much when he died. She didn’t even expect to know.

In the end there was only one person she could talk to. But drawing Nerdanel out of isolation was not an easy task.

The first years after the Flight of the Ñoldor were hectic and dreadful. Nerdanel, Anairë, and Eärwen had stuck close together for survival, but when things began to settle down... Well, Anairë and Eärwen had always been closer to each other than to Fëanáro’s wife. They loved Nerdanel, of course, but...well. She had distanced herself from the line of Finwë even before her husband’s rebellion. And her husband...

And so they drifted apart. Anairë never felt alone, not with Eärwen, and later, not with Arafinwë, too. How strange that her husband’s little brother would welcome her into his bed! Such a fate was not one she could have predicted when she married Ñolofinwë. She had believed then that they would never be parted, that strangeness of Míriel and Finwë and Indis was unique. She knew better now.

And yet: Eldarin marriage was forever. The bond had broken with Ñolofinwë’s death—she didn’t even know how he had died—but it was still there, just...in pieces. Anairë didn’t know how to start reassembling them, if she even could.

Nerdanel’s house was empty the first time she worked up the courage to visit. The second time, her once-sister turned her away. The third time, however, Nerdanel invited her inside.

It was awkward and painful and confusing. But Nerdanel confirmed what Anairë had guessed: yes, this meant Ñolofinwë was dead. No, it would not be possible to rebuild their bond, not with him still confined to Mandos’ Halls.

“But,” Nerdanel had said bitterly, “your husband was a valiant king. I have faith that he will be released someday.”

Anairë did not need to ask about her opinion on Fëanáro’s fate. She, too, had known the Spirit of Fire.

The visit was worth it, though it did not bring peace to her heart. At least now Anairë knew that she was not alone in her strange grief, supposed to be foreign to the Blessed Realm.

And Ñolofinwë would return to her, someday. She just didn’t know if she would return herself to him.

~

[also available on AO3]

#silmarillion #nolofinweans #fingolfin #fingon #turgon #idril #maeglin #anaire #finno #turno #nolo #fic #op #a king is he that can hold his own #the names and kinship of their princes

[squirrelwrangler]

For the fic meme: will you update the "Of Ingwe Ingweron" fic (it's so interesting)? Also, do you have any headcanons for how Indis' kids and grandkids relate to/what they think about the Vanyar? Random, but the tidbits we get about the Vanyar make them seem almost equal to the Maiar imo. "Friends of the gods" sounds badass. Also, I just really love your Ingwe; he absolutely seems like the kind of king that "all elves revere his name". That's it, sorry for being so incoherent lol

You’re fine! 

I haven’t given up on of Ingwë, don’t worry - it’s just that I’m trying not to leave Cold Shower, Service, and some of the fluff pieces unfinished. But I love Ingwë and the elves at the beginning and I’ll never be able to start that Elu/Ingu swap places AU if I don’t finish OII. Wisp’lights took me five years to return and finish, but I did. The next section has to be the boys off to Valinor, which requires spectacle.

Indis’s kids and grandkids and the Vanyar- ok, well there is the Summer Olympics fic. Indis when she marries Finwë tries to fully commit to being Queen of the Noldor and adopting her new people’s culture and ways - and unlike Míriel she’s truly interested in the governing elements of queenship, but she still takes her children to Vanyar events and they have Vanyar food every so often. Fëanor’s court faction especially as they become entrenched in the politically rivalry with Fingolofin and the efforts to purge/purify the Quenya language make any sign of non-Noldor partisanship derided. Findis retreats to her library and then to Valmar, but she deep down is very Noldor in her scholarship and attitudes. She does like to read Vanyar philosophical and theoretic texts, but she’s a fiction author foremost, so it’s only for research. Fingolfin bonds with Uncle Ingwë after the First Age and rebirth and not beforehand. But his wife Anairë is the daughter of a man that is in a very close partnership with a Vanya and her family runs basically the giant publishing company of Tirion that is staffed almost exclusively by Vanyar immigrants to Tirion. Therefore their children were used to Vanyar- but the Vanyar who chose to come work for a few years as a minority among the Noldor and then return home, which colors their ideas of what is ‘Vanya’. Fingon is sort of ironic in that he could have fit in most among the Vanyar jocks but he’s one of those unthinking racists and didn’t want to hang around the stuffy workshops of these strange commoners and he doesn’t want or excel at reaching out to people, especially anyone seemingly different from him. Turgon is more bookish but also way more extroverted and likes meeting and interacting with different people and takes the time to listen and learn. He falls in love with Vanyar music and mathematical notation and even their ag studies - all which puts him into contact with Elenwë, help him when interacting and integrating the Sindarin population with his followers, and then building and running Gondolin as a highly successful isolated city for centuries. Also traits shared with close friend, Finrod. Most of Ingwë and Ravennë’s children are older than their cousins - Minyë was born during the Great Journey, Ingwion is older by a few years than Fëanor and was only ever cordial as fellow princes, but their younger daughters were the same age as Findis down through Maedhros (who according to timelines is far closer in the generational bracket to Fingolfin than Fingon). Netyarë and her sister in particular are closer to Findis, Lalwen, and Finarfin (but then Finarfin as he grows older starts to hang out in Alqualondë and gets semi-adopted in with the rest of Olwë’s sons) and it’s their children who befriend Finrod, Turgon, and the others and whom they visit. Maedhros’s husband, Urumarillo, is the one to hook Celegorm up with the Hunters of Oromë via his connections in the Valarin horse scene, but the Hunters are a mix of Maiar, Vanyar, and Noldor (mostly Noldor as years go on). The ones that hang out with the Vanyar monk types that run the houses of learning and mediation either in the city of Valmar or up in the mountains are Finrod and to a lesser extent his siblings and Turgon. Therefore Finrod and Artanis are the ones most used to Maiar that aren’t horses or hounds mingling. Argon does join the Vanyar wrestling and boxing junior league right before the Darkening destroys that.

As a treat, the start of Chapter 9:

The earth tremors ceased, and as the duration of their absence lengthened, so grew the easing of the Kwendî’s tension and fear. Enel, chieftain of the Third Tribe, monitored the volume flow of the waterfall beside his village with lingering trepidation, for the quantity had diminished in the shakes, and the song of the waterfall had altered. Nervously he awoke and listened for its roar, irrationally fearful that if the cascading water was ever silent, then he that was the Third to Awake would no longer wake. In those first seconds of life, opening his eyes to see the bright stars without knowing what he saw, only their beauty, Enel’s ears had not opened as his eyes had, but in the irrational yet deeply emotional center of his mind Enel thought that it was music and not starlight that woke him. He could not prove it, but he believed that it was when the first drops of water poured into the lake, that the sound was the same cue that awoke the Kwendî. Enelyë, his spouse, chastised her spouse for his paranoia, dragging him away from the stakes he had driven into the muddy bank to measure the water depth and worry over each shift in the tide.

#replies #arrogant golden-haired lions of Valmar #Vanyar aren't Boring #Anonymous

[silmarillionwritersguild]

This February, we are taking our cue from Valentine’s Day and invite you to join us in a contemplation of love! Your prompts for this month will be quotes from the Legendarium that are all about love. But in Middle-earth as in our modern day and age, love can take many shapes, and romantic or sexual attraction are only two aspects of it. Tolkien’s characters experience different kinds of love: love of family, love of friends, love of a place, love of treasure, love of abstract concepts like duty or freedom … and sometimes, they may feel no love at all. We have made a list of quotes about love from the Legendarium, and you can select one - or several - that inspire you to write about that crazy little thing called love. It doesn’t have to be a love story; it just needs to respond in some way to the quote(s) that you’ve chosen. Although we are sorting the quotes according to their context, feel free to disregard that in your response! For example, you can use a romantic love quote in a platonic way, or turn a feudal reading of love into something romantic. February is also Black History Month, so we encourage participants to focus on characters of color or characters from cultural groups we don't hear from a lot in the texts. Participants are also welcome to combine our love prompts with SilmLadyLove’s Femslash February prompts. Fanworks for this challenge are due on the archive by March 10 in order to receive a stamp.

Romantic or ambiguous love

"[Melian] spoke no word; but being filled with love Elwë came to her and took her hand, and straightway a spell was laid on him, so that they stood thus while long years were measured by the wheeling stars above them; and the trees of Nan Elmoth grew tall and dark before they spoke any word." ~ Of Thingol and Melian

"The love of Finwë and Míriel was great and glad, for it began in the Blessed Realm in the Days of Bliss." ~ Of Fëanor and the Unchaining of Melkor

"Galadriel his sister went not with him to Nargothrond, for in Doriath dwelt Celeborn, kinsman of Thingol, and there was great love between them." ~ Of the Return of the Noldor

"But it is said that not until that hour had such cold thoughts ruled [Finrod]; for indeed she whom he had loved was Amarië of the Vanyar, and she went not with him into exile." ~ Of the Noldor in Beleriand

"[Gorlim’s] wife was named Eilinel, and their love was great, ere evil befell." ~ Of Beren and Lúthien

"And it seemed to Thingol that this Man was unlike all other mortal Men, and among the great in Arda, and the love of Lúthien a thing new and strange; and he perceived that their doom might not be withstood by any power of the world." ~ Of Beren and Lúthien

"But Gwindor sat in dark thought; and on a time he spoke to Finduilas, saying: 'Daughter of the house of Finarfin, let no grief lie between us; for though Morgoth has laid my life in ruin, you still I love. Go whither love leads you; yet beware!’" ~ Of Túrin Turambar

"His heart turned to Níniel, and he asked her in marriage; but for that time she delayed in spite of her love. For Brandir foreboded he knew not what, and sought to restrain her, rather for her sake than his own or rivalry with Turambar; and he revealed to her that Turambar was Túrin son of Húrin, and though she knew not the name a shadow fell upon her mind." ~ Of Túrin Turambar

"The Eldar wedded once only in life, and for love or at the least by free will upon either part." ~ Morgoth’s Ring, "Laws and Customs among the Eldar"

"’Love of Indis did not drive out love of Míriel; so now pity for Míriel doth not lessen my heart’s care for Indis.’" ~ Morgoth’s Ring, "Laws and Customs among the Eldar"

"And Ilúvatar spoke to Ulmo, and said: '[...]Behold rather the height and glory of the clouds, and the everchanging mists; and listen to the fall of rain upon the Earth! And in these clouds thou art drawn nearer to Manwë, thy friend, whom thou lovest.'" ~ Ainulindalë

"Now Hador Lórindol, son of Hathol, son of Magor, son of Malach Aradan, entered the household of Fingolfin in his youth, and was loved by the King." ~ Of the Coming of Men into the West

"Thus ended Beleg Strongbow, truest of friends, greatest in skill of all that harboured in the woods of Beleriand in the Elder Days, at the hand of him whom he most loved; and that grief was graven on the face of Túrin and never faded." ~ Of Túrin Turambar

"But when all was spoken, Manwë gave judgement, and he said: 'In this matter the power of doom is given to me. The peril that he ventured for love of the Two Kindreds shall not fall upon Eärendil, nor shall it fall upon Elwing his wife, who entered into peril for love of him; but they shall not walk again ever among Elves or Men in the Outer Lands.’" ~ Of the Voyage of Eärendil and the War of Wrath

Parental and feudal love

"Therefore when [the Ainur] beheld [the Children of Ilúvatar], the more did they love them, being things other than themselves, strange and free…" ~ Ainulindalë

"Nonetheless Ulmo loves both Elves and Men, and never abandoned them, not even when they lay under the wrath of the Valar." ~ Valaquenta

"Therefore those who dwell by the sea or go up in ships may love [Ossë], but they do not trust him." ~ Valaquenta

"Then Aulë answered: 'I did not desire such lordship. I desired things other than I am, to love and to teach them, so that they too might perceive the beauty of Eä, which thou hast caused to be.’" ~ Of Aulë and Yavanna

"The Vanyar [Manwë] loved best of all Elves, and of him they received song and poetry; for poetry is the delight of Manwë, and the song of words is his music." ~Of the Beginning of Days

"Greater love was given to Fingolfin and his sons, and his household and the most part of the dwellers in Tirion refused to renounce him, if he would go with them; and thus at the last as two divided hosts the Noldor set forth upon their bitter road." ~ Of the Flight of the Noldor

"But there were many who loved the Lady Haleth and wished to go whither she would, and dwell under her rule; and these she led into the Forest of Brethil, between Teiglin and Sirion." ~ Of the Coming of Men into the West

"For Turgon took great liking for the sons of Galdor, and spoke much with them; and he wished indeed to keep them in Gondolin out of love, and not only for his law that no stranger, be he Elf or Man, who found the way to the secret kingdom and looked upon the city should ever depart again, until the King should open the leaguer, and the hidden people should come forth." ~ Of the Ruin of Beleriand and the Fall of Fingolfin

"'Sit now there; and look out upon the lands where evil and despair shall come upon those whom thou lovest. Thou hast dared to mock me, and to question the power of Melkor, Master of the fates of Arda.’" ~ Of the Fifth Battle: Nirnaeth Arnoediad

"For Maglor took pity upon Elros and Elrond, and he cherished them, and love grew after between them, as little might be thought; but Maglor's heart was sick and weary with the burden of the dreadful oath." ~ Of the Voyage of Eärendil and the War of Wrath

"[The Elves of Beleriand] were admitted again to the love of Manwë and the pardon of the Valar; and the Teleri forgave their ancient grief, and the curse was laid to rest." ~ Of the Voyage of Eärendil and the War of Wrath

Love of things and places

"[Yavanna] is the lover of all things that grow in the earth, and all their countless forms she holds in her mind, from the trees like towers in forests long ago to the moss upon stones or the small and secret things in the mould." ~ Valaquenta

"Oromë loved the lands of Middle-earth, and he left them unwillingly and came last to Valinor; and often of old he passed back east over the mountains and returned with his host to the hills and the plains." ~ Valaquenta

"For Fëanor began to love the Silmarils with a greedy love, and grudged the sight of them to all save his father and his seven sons; he seldom remembered now that the light within them was not his own." ~ Of the Silmarils and the Unrest of the Noldor

"But the Sindar had the fairer voices and were more skilled in music, save only Maglor son of Fëanor, and they loved the woods and the riversides; and some of the Grey-elves still wandered far and wide without settled abode, and they sang as they went." ~ Of the Return of the Noldor

"’But love not too well the work of thy hands and the devices of thy heart; and remember that the true hope of the Noldor lieth in the West and cometh from the Sea.'" ~ Of the Noldor in Beleriand

"And the Númenóreans answered: 'Why should we not envy the Valar, or even the least of the Deathless? For of us is required a blind trust, and a hope without assurance, knowing not what lies before us in a little while. And yet we also love the Earth and would not lose it.'" ~ Akallabêth

"Moreover [the Noldor] were not at peace in their hearts, since they had refused to return into the West, and they desired both to stay in Middle-earth, which indeed they loved, and yet to enjoy the bliss of those that had departed." ~ Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age

Absence of love

"Therefore all the more did [Melkor] feign love for them and seek their friendship, and he offered them the service of his lore and labour in any great deed that they would do." ~ Of Fëanor and the Unchaining of Melkor

"The wedding of his father was not pleasing to Fëanor; and he had no great love for Indis, nor for Fingolfin and Finarfin, her sons." ~ Of Fëanor and the Unchaining of Melkor

"There [Aredhel] was often in the company of the sons of Fëanor, her kin; but to none was her heart's love given." ~ Of Eldamar and the Princes of the Eldalië

"For Manwë was free from evil and could not comprehend it, and he knew that in the beginning, in the thought of Ilúvatar, Melkor had been even as he; and he saw not to the depths of Melkor’s heart, and did not perceive that all love had departed from him for ever." ~ Of Fëanor and the Unchaining of Melkor

"Of like mind with Galadriel was Fingon Fingolfin’s son, being moved also by Fëanor’s words, though he loved him little; and with Fingon stood as they ever did Angrod and Aegnor, sons of Finarfin." ~ Of the Flight of the Noldor

"Men have feared the Valar, rather than loved them, and have not understood the purposes of the Powers, being at variance with them, and at strife with the world." ~ Of Men

"’And this counsel I add: return now to your dwelling in the darkness of Nan Elmoth; for my heart warns me that if you now pursue those who love you no more, never will you return thither.'"~ Of Maeglin

"And however that might be, Idril loved Maeglin not at all; and knowing his thought of her she loved him the less." ~ Of Maeglin

"Therefore [Brandir] renounced his lordship, and all love for the people that had scorned him, and having naught left but his love for Níniel he girt himself with a sword and went after her; but being lame he fell far behind." ~ Of Túrin Turambar

"No love was there between Ar-Gimilzôr and his queen, or between their sons." ~ Akallabêth

#swg challenge #silmarillion #tolkien

[problem-slooth]

hello feanor

Finwë was King of the Noldor. The sons of Finwë were Fëanor, and Fingolfin, and Finarfin; but the mother of Fëanor was Míriel Serindë, whereas the mother of Fingolfin and Finarfin was Indis of the Vanyar.

HELLO, MAIN CHARACTERS. I’m in for a ride here, aren’t I. I can envision @thecoilsoftheuniverse practically melting in excitement.

So Feanor is special because he has a different mother than his brothers? That seems to be the implication here.

Fëanor was the mightiest in skill of word and of hand, more learned than his brothers; his spirit burned as a flame. Fingolfin was the strongest, the most steadfast, and the most valiant. Finarfin was the fairest, and the most wise of heart; and afterwards he was a friend of the sons of Olwë, lord of the Teleri, and had to wife Eärwen, the swan-maiden of Alqualondë, Olwë's daughter.

Do I need to remember Earwen and Alqualonde? What’s a swan-maiden?

The seven sons of Fëanor were Maedhros the tall; Maglor the mighty singer, whose voice was heard far over land and sea; Celegorm the fair, and Caranthir the dark; Curufin the crafty, who inherited most his father's skill of hand; and the youngest Amrod and Amras, who were twin brothers, alike in mood and face. In later days they were great hunters in the woods of Middle-earth; and a hunter also was Celegorm, who in Valinor was a friend of Oromë, and often followed the Vala's horn.

Feanorians! Oh boy! I’m going to have a LOT of trouble with the names for a while. (And you thought Homestuck was bad.)

The sons of Fingolfin were Fingon, who was afterwards King of the Noldor in the north of the world, and Turgon, lord of Gondolin; their sister was Aredhel the White. She was younger in the years of the Eldar than her brothers; and when she was grown to full stature and beauty she was tall and strong, and loved much to ride and hunt in the forests. There she was often in the company of the sons of Fëanor, her kin; but to none was her heart's love given. Ar-Feiniel she was called, the White Lady of the Noldor, for she was pale though her hair was dark, and she was never arrayed but in silver and white.

Do I need to remember Turgon and Aredhel? I know I need to remember Fingon.

The sons of Finarfin were Finrod the faithful (who was afterwards named Felagund, Lord of Caves), Orodreth, Angrod, and Aegnor; these four were as close in friendship with the sons of Fingolfin as though they were all brothers. A sister they had, Galadriel, most beautiful of all the house of Finwë; her hair was lit with gold as though it had caught in a mesh the radiance of Laurelin.

Hello Galadriel. That seems to be it for the family of Finwe! I’ll probably have to refer to this post a lot in the coming chapters.

#the silmarillion #silmarillion liveblog #jsc reads silm #silm day 16

[dwarveslikeshinythings]

silmstuff | descendants of finwe - line of fingolfin (part 1) 

The sons of Finwë were Fëanor, and Fingolfin, and Finarfin; but the mother of Fëanor was Míriel Serindë, whereas the mother of Fingolfin and Finarfin was Indis of the Vanyar...  Fingolfin was the strongest, the most steadfast, and the most valiant. [...]

The sons of Fingolfin were Fingon, who was afterwards King of the Noldor in the north of the world, and Turgon, lord of Gondolin; their sister was Aredhel the White. [...]

Turgon had no heir; for Elenwë his wife perished in the crossing of the Helcaraxë, and his daughter Idril Celebrindal was his only child. [...]

And Tuor remained in Gondolin, for its bliss and its beauty and the wisdom of its people held him enthralled. Then the heart of Idril was turned to him, and his to her [and] there was made a great and joyful feast, for Tuor had won the hearts of all that people; and thus there came to pass the second union of Elves and Men.

In the spring of the year after was born in Gondolin Eärendil Halfelven, the son of Tuor and Idril Celebrindal; and that was five hundred years and three since the coming of the Noldor to Middle-earth. [...]

Bright Eärendil was then lord of the people that dwelt nigh to Sirion's mouths; and he took to wife Elwing the fair, and she bore to him Elrond and Elros, who are called the Half-elven. [...]

Now Elros and Elrond his brother were descended from the Three Houses of the Edain, but in part also both from the Eldar and the Maiar; the Valar judged that to the sons of Eärendil should be given choice of their own destiny. And Elrond chose to remain with the Firstborn, and to him the life of the Firstborn was granted. But to Elros, who chose to be a king of Men, still a great span of years was allotted, many times that of the Men of Middle-earth; and all his line, the kings and lords of the royal house, had long life even according to the measure of the Númenóreans. But Elros lived five hundred years, and ruled the Númenóreans four hundred years and ten. 

(line of fëanor)

#silmarillion #tolkien #turgon #aragorn #arwen #elrond #finwe #fingolfin #idril #elenwe #indis #anaire #tuor #earendil #elwing #elros #celebrian #elladan #elrohir #eldarion #finally getting around to doing the full family trees #fully determined to fancast the entire silm if it kills me #it blows my mind how few generations of elves there are between THE BEGINNING OF TIME and the events of the TA #silmedit

[dysfunctional-family-fight]

Quarterfinals

House of Finwë (The Silmarillion) VS the Ushiromiya family (Umineko When They Cry)

House of Finwë art by Jenny Dolfen

House of Finwë

Members: Finwë, Míriel, Indis, Findis, Fëanor, Fingolfin, Finarfin, Lalwen, and many others

Propaganda:

"The whole events of the Silmarillion - including a few wars, a dark lord, the destruction of a continent, etc - revolve around this family's drama" "Well míriel died and finwë remarried to indis, and fëanor hated his half siblings, going so far as to threaten fingolfin with a sword. Then after the fëanorians and fingon and maybe others killed a bunch of people, fëanor abandoned fingolfin so he couldn't follow, and when finarfin turned back his kids didn't and they left him. After that it's all feuds and murders and death and treason and such. Greatest hits of that include maeglin betraying turgon and trying to murder idril and eärendil, plus maedhros and maglor kidnapdopting elrond and elros. Also we don't even know who gil-galad's parents are" More propaganda here

The Ushiromiya family

Members: Kinzo, Krauss, Eva, Rudolf, Rosa, Jessica, George, Battler, Ange, Maria, Natsuhi, Hideyoshi, Asumu, Kyrie

Propaganda:

"PEAK weird family drama. Fighting over the inheritance leads to multiple people dying in gruesome ways" "The whole plot of the game is that they all are so dysfunctional it would make sense for any of them to commit murder" "This family is dysfunctional and abusive on every levels. The parents are fighting for the inheritance, because the elder embezzled money. The grandfather, Kinzo, hides in his room and never shows up. Not unusual, he neglected his family his whole life. Seems that he preferred a mysterious mistress than his family. When he talked to his children, it was to scold them for being incompetents. The atmosphere is oppressive. The children of Kinzo were bully. Krauss bullied Eva, who bullied Rosa. Concerning the next generation: Battler is in conflict with his father because he cheated on his mother. Natsuhi is putting pressure on Jessica for her to become the heir of the family, and is losing contact with her daughter. Eva has deciced what the life of Georges is becoming, and that he will not marry a servant. As for the relationship between Rosa and Maria, this is just the best mother-daughter love-hate relationship ever. And everything ends in blood, for ever and ever." More propaganda here

#polls #house of finwë #the silmarillion #ushiromiya family #umineko no naku koro ni #umineko #quarterfinals

[yellow-faerie]

ooh may i ask about the naming of feanoriel istarniel?

Oh yes, absolutely! And I'm gonna subject you to my nonsense chapter notes for this as well (under the cut).

The long short of this is that Fëanor and Nerdanel, well into the future, have made up (after Fëanor's reembodiment) and they have another child - a daughter this time - and it's a fic that surrounds the House of Fëanor (and the rest of the House of Finwë) coming together to greet her properly.

It's the most concise fic I think I've ever planned and also features mentions of a lot of my ocs - it did start it's life as me attempting to write a fic where all my House of Finwë OCs appeared in some extent.

[Fic titles found here]

Ok so here are my chapter plan because I think they're hilarious in some places (although they are not that accurate to how the chapter actually ended up most of the time):

Chapter 1 – Maedhros

:Maedhros wakes up in Fingon’s room. They have a sweet moment reminiscing about pre-darkening Valinor and the Peace in Beleriand and comment on how everything is almost perfect now except that tensions are still high and Fingon comments on the lack of Míriel. They talk about Gil, Erien and Finbor. This is ended when they talk of Erien (Aistamíriel) and Finbor’s (Quarefinwë, Elbeon) naming and Maedhros remembers that they have Nínneth’s naming ceremony that day. Fingon reminds him that they live so close to Fornalondë (once Formenos) that it does not matter if they are a little late and tells him to come back to bed:

Chapter 2 – Maglor

:Maglor wakes alone in a forest glade, travelling to Fornalondë. He can hear talking and finds Daeron and Cantasië, Daeron sitting on a rock and Cantasië wading in the stream. They are talking about Maglor and their collective group of children (Elrond and Elros, Ivárë, Eärenissë). They stop when they spot Maglor and he sits on the river bank with his legs in the water, listening to them as Daeron begins to play his pipe. He takes a moment to introspect – is this how his Grandmother felt with two people who loved her so dearly (being Indis and Finwë)? He wonders why and how she could have possibly left them behind (and also her child):

Chapter 3 – Celegorm

:Celegorm is returning from a hunt with Aredhel, Edhellos and Huan (Huan!). Aredhel talks about how well Lómion has gotten on with Celebrimbor since rebirth and Edhellos talks about meeting Hallas and Inglor properly, and reuniting with Orodreth and Finduilas. They both talk about the guilt they have for abandoning their children in some form. They part ways, Edhellos and Aredhel planning on meeting their respective families before the ceremony. Celegorm tells Huan of talking to Rávassë – Quildatiris (now Calatír) and Vercafion (now Feredir) were elsewhere – and how she had blamed him for abandoning them after finding them and giving them a home – however, it should be noted that she is the only one who keeps the original name Celegorm gave her. Huan comforts him a little – but not too much, Huan knows he’s an idiot – and they come in view of Fornalondë:

Chapter 4 - Caranthir

:Caranthir is alone with his sister, asleep in a rocking basket weaved by Díriel. He is putting the finishing touches to Nínneth’s blanket for her naming ceremony. He thinks about his own daughter’s much smaller, naming ceremonies – Nibenaes’ by Lake Helevorn; and Niphredilien’s, just him – and how much they have all grown and changed. He puts the finishing touches to the blanket and folds it carefully onto the table. He ponders momentarily on how his sister will turn out. He is then disturbed by his daughters who have come to find him as they have arrived from wherever they have been:

Chapter 5 - Curufin

:Curufin is in the forge tidying because the preparations for Nínneth’s naming ceremony remind him of Celebrimbor’s which is making him sad because his baby is all grown up now :( and he is hiding from that. Celebrimbor is the one who finds him after returning from visiting his mother and stepmother in the mountains with Maeglin (who appreciated the mining operations). They talk about how Rinwendë is doing and talk also about Maeglin and Finrod and perhaps also touch on Sauron then make their ways upstairs to finish getting ready and help Fëanor and Nerdanel welcome guests:

Chapter 6 - Amrod

:Amrod is helping Argon set up chairs. They chat about how it’s so weird that there is going to be a brand new Finwëan in this new peaceful age. They are clearly close after being the only reborn Finwëans for so long – perhaps mention the fact Amrod is a healer and Argon is a painter. They are distracted from their conversation by Maedhros appearing and asking if they had seen Nerdanel. When they say no, he leaves. Amrod mentions that this must be the first time the whole family has been in one place since the Darkening. Argon says that Míriel will not be there but that yes, even Indis will be coming. They continue laying out chairs and tables and putting out name labels, talking about different family members and who they’re excited to see. Then Curufin appears and says Nerdanel has gone missing. Cliff hanger! (but not really because this is fluffy):

Chapter 7 – Amras

:Amras talks to his sister after he was given her. Caranthir had tried to get her to stop crying but had been unsuccessful and passed her onto Amras. He complains saying that he had never been that good with babies, even Hethest’s had taken a while to warm up to him. He then talks a bit about Doron, Eirien, Tathar and Neldor, and Meril. Then he talks about Beleriand and missing his twin. He then apologises, a little roughly, for complaining but his sister has quieted and is looking up at him with bright eyes. He gets a bit sappy. Celegorm skids past the room, saying that their mother has been spotted leading a horse upon which sits a mysterious figure:

Chapter 8 – Nerdanel

:Nerdanel is talking to the mysterious figure about how her sons were when they were little. The figure is quiet but clearly attentive. She mentions how much she missed them when they were parted and the figure talks for the first time, agreeing that being apart from her son was painful for her and that she empathises. Fëanor comes out to meet her, worried, not even taking note of the woman on the horse. They banter until the woman slips from the saddle and stands next to Nerdanel. She takes down her hood to reveal – le gasp! – Míriel:

Chapter 9 – Fëanor

:Fëanor is a little bit in shock. Indis, Míriel and Finwë have a conversation within Fëanor’s study and Fëanor paces the corridor outside with Nerdanel in attendance (their kids had been banished) until they finally open the door. Finwë says something vague and comforting; Indis says nothing but gently pats his shoulder/cheek; and then Míriel comes out. Her lovers hover before deciding to give her space with her son. They talk and it ends with a bell ringing out for sundown and their walk down the place where the ceremony is taking place:

Chapter 10 – Vanimeldë

:Epilogue of sorts with a little Nínneth. Short and sweet where she talks about the names she was given and how big her family is and how loved she is – or something similarly sweet and sappy:

So yeah! Lots happening, mostly fluff and introspection but a bit of drama because what would the House of Finwë be without it?

(I also don't show the party but I imagine there are like three fights, someone cries, there's a lot of drunk arguing/making out - it's chaos, no-one can control anyone)

And here are a few snippets:

1.

“I’m sorry, I was just…thinking…”

“About?”

Maedhros shrugs as best he can. “Mostly us. I’m glad we have time now.”

“All the time in the world,” Fingon agrees. “Until we have to get to your sister’s Naming.”

“Shit!” Maedhros begins to push himself up. “That’s today, isn’t it?”

Fingon makes a sound of complaint as Maedhros swings himself out of bed, and makes a futile attempt to pull him back. “Come back to bed Russo, or I swear I will make you!”

“Not today Órenya, today we have things to do!”

“Ugh, you’re impossible!”

Maedhros can hear a disgruntled flump of pillows behind him as he searches his dresser for the outfit he thought he laid out the night before.

“Finno, did you see where I put my tunic?”

When there’s no answer, Maedhros turns around to see Fingon lying in the bed with his arms crossed and looking very pointedly out the window.

“Oh Finno,” Maedhros says, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Don’t be immature.”

“I’m not being ‘immature’,” Fingon mutters but he still doesn’t look over, “I just think that if you loved me, you wouldn’t leave so early.”

“Melanya, we have all of eternity to sleep in. Just not today.”

Silence.

“Look, Quarefinwë and Aistamíriel are coming this morning and we would have to get out of bed for them anyway.”

This also garners no response and so Maedhros uses the most powerful weapon in his arsenal. “If you help me, I’ll make you honey pancakes.”

It takes only a moment for the indecision to clear from Fingon’s eyes.

2.

“Anyway,” Cantasië is frowning, “it’s depressing to think about your grandmother on what is supposed to be a happy day.”

Maglor hums something and lies back to stare at the sky. There are a few clouds up there that look almost soft to the touch.

“That cloud looks a bit like a cat,” he says, gesturing vaguely upward.

“Really?” Cantasië wades through the water with a splash and drops down beside him. “Where?”

Maglor points a bit more definitely. “Just there.”

She cocks her head. “No, it’s more like a rabbit.”

“It’s a cloud,” Daeron says. “It doesn’t look like anything!”

Cantasië sits up sharply. “Oh that’s just too far!”

Maglor covers his mouth to hide a laugh as Cantasië swings herself back up to her feet and challenges Daeron to a duel.

3.

There’s only Crinthammos now who could tell him if what he remembers is the truth and she is with whatever is left of her people – across the sea, perhaps, or more likely faded from memory until the breaking of the world.

Caranthir sighs.

Niphredilien’s naming he can remember a lot clearer. It had just been him: he had spent three days making a blanket from what remained of the craft supplies in his bag, and when he’d stood in the water with her in his arms, she’d been wrapped in the same purples and silvers as his sister.

“Sweet heavens, look at me getting all sentimental,” Caranthir laughs, a little bitterly, to himself. “Don’t get like me, nettë.”

The baby sleeps on, uncaring as her brother ties off the end of a gold thread, cutting it down and tucking it away.

#The Naming of Fëanoriel Istarniel #Fae's Fic #Fae's Stuff #Ask #miriel-therindes #OC: Nínneth

[anghraine]

Aranorverse stuff: Gondor edition

Although I use ‘Aranorverse’ for the f!Aragorn/f!Faramir fic, since Aranor (f!Aragorn) is the main point of it ... it definitionally also extends beyond her. The original premise is that the Númenórean throwbacks in LOTR are genderbent: Denethor, Aragorn, Imrahil, and Faramir.

To make it work, though, I had to consider Imrahil’s siblings, and Finduilas definitely reads as a Númenórean/Elvish type, so she became a man and f!Denethor’s husband. For simplicity’s sake, I assumed that Ivriniel is also a throwback, making m!Ivriniel the prince and leaving f!Imrahil free to be a full-time lady knight.

(Canon Imrahil’s shock at finding a woman among the Rohirrim makes this funnier to me, ngl.)

OTOH, f!Denethor really needed to be the Steward for multiple reasons, and I was thinking of how it would happen, since Denethor canonically has older sisters and is maybe-implied to have a younger brother. I ultimately decided that Denethor’s older sisters went off and made suitable marriages, but the brother (here the only son) was unable to ascend / completely opposed to ascending to the Ruling Stewardship.

Denethor says in LOTR that he and Faramir are the last of the House of the Stewards, so it doesn’t seem like there would be undisputed contenders to succeed Ecthelion apart from his children. I imagined that Denethor’s brother, along with f!Denethor herself, was able and willing to fight tooth and nail for one of his sisters to take on the mantle rather than opening the gates to a new Kinstrife, and while the two eldest were “lol no,” lady Denethor agreed. She might even have canon Denethor’s feeling (according to UT) of having been appointed by destiny to lead Gondor through this bleak hour.

Anyway: for names, I was thinking mainly of the Stewards’ propensity for naming children after major First Age figures and/or previous members of their family. I provisionally went with Andreth for Denethor and Belecthor for the younger brother. (I always headcanon the older sisters as Emeldir and Rían.)

Oh, and another idea is that Andreth’s unprecedented ascension to the Stewardship didn’t immediately overhaul the lot and expectations of women in Gondor, but it did blaze a path that some women are able to follow, most notably f!Imrahil (leader of the knights of Dol Amroth) and, ironically enough, f!Aragorn. Aranor might have been able to become queen anyway, but it would have been much more of an uphill battle without the precedent that Andreth set.

(Andreth would hate this if she knew about it.)

Back to Dol Amroth, I’d originally tried to come up with approximations of the canon names (Ivrinion? Fingon?). But it entertained me more to do something different. Since canon Ivriniel and Finduilas seem to have both been named for Finduilas of Nargothrond, I decided to name m!Ivriniel and m!Finduilas after her love interests—Túrin (already attested as a Gondorian name) and Gwindor. I did go for a direct conversion for Imrahil, who becomes Imraphel (mostly bc I like it).

Last of all, there’s f!Faramir, who here is Míriel. That’s partly because I wanted to distinguish her from my other f!Faramir fic (/whistles), and partly because it’s a royal name (like Faramir) that retains the -mir- connection with Boromir.

In the other fic, Faramir was the only genderbent character, and male Denethor had no expectation of a daughter being a warrior. This actually smoothed their relationship in a lot of ways. But while female Denethor doesn’t expect it, either, it’s at least a possibility in their timeline. So Míriel turning out as a gentle, gracious lady is more of a disappointment than in the other ’verse, esp after Boromir’s death, though it’s still far short of the strain between canon Denethor and Faramir.

Míriel, I think, is (reluctantly) evacuated with the other women and children before Gandalf and Pippin ever show up; her argument with Andreth about it is the last time they ever speak to each other. Andreth dies in the retreat across the Pelennor, Imraphel takes command, and Aranor arrives to turn the tide of battle while Míriel is basically stuck doing what Éowyn rejected—leading the civilians while others fight in the battle.

It’s an important task, and Míriel is a charismatic, strong-willed leader who is loved and respected by her people, but it’s still a difficult position to be in. By the time she receives news of Andreth’s death and Aranor’s existence, events have already rushed on. By the time Míriel returns to Minas Tirith, Sauron is defeated (wonderful!) and Aranor, whom Míriel has never met, is Queen of Gondor in all but name (maybe good, maybe bad). Míriel’s own place in the new world is extremely unclear. And then she actually meets Aranor and is, while not quite as swept away as canon without the mystical healing, still very powerfully struck by her and willing to step aside.

And then ... stuff.

#anghraine babbles #fic talk #...lots of fic talk #aranor #legendarium blogging #/ #// #/// #//// #///// #a #b #c #d #e #andreth daughter of ecthelion #genderbending #imrahil #imraphel #denethor #belecthor son of ecthelion #aranor daughter of arathorn #míriel daughter of gwindor #i appreciate that spotify's randomizer gave me 'i'll make a man out of you' while i was typing this out