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melestasflight · 21 hours
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I’m a Russingon girlie at heart and will never miss an opportunity to read into the romanticism of Maedhros’ rescue from Thangorodrim: ancient friends/lovers coming back together, Fingon finding compassion despite betrayal, all that good tear-jerker stuff.
But what makes Fingon’s heroism massive to me has nothing to do with the personal and everything to do with the politics at Mithrim. The fact that had he not gone to Thangorodrim, the Noldor in Beleriand would find themselves at literal war against each other.
This little passage from the Silm really deserves a lot more attention:
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. Then there was peril of strife between the hosts
Years later, when Fingon decides to look for Maedhros, the conflict between the hosts comes back as a primary reason behind his decision:
Then Fingon the valiant, son of Fingolfin, resolved to heal the feud that divided the Noldor, before their Enemy should be ready for war
This makes me conclude that the three years between Fingolfin’s arrival at Mitrhim (FA 2) to Fingon’s rescue mission (FA 5) must have been a continuous civil crisis. The hosts are in close proximity, a single lake dividing them, Fingolfin on one side, Maglor on the other, and for three years they cannot find a compromise. This crisis must have gotten pretty bad for someone to decide that braving Thangorodrim might be worth it.
And to me, this is Fingon's greatest contribution he ever made, not his battles, not his chasing of dragons, but preventing civil war among his people.
Of all the children of Finwë he is justly most renowned...
Yes, indeed, he is. Because without Fingon’s deed, there would be no victories for the Noldor, no Long Peace, no meeting of the Edain and Eldar. They would have fought each other endlessly until one group obliterated the other, or alternatively, Morgoth used this division (as the book seems to imply) to destroy them all swiftly. 
Fingon effectively accomplishes what Fingolfin and Fëanor never managed: peace, at least for a good while. Maedhros of course contributes in return by giving up the crown. He meets Fingon halfway, and they stay true to this alliance until Fingon’s death. They cross an impossible bridge no matter how you read their relationship. 
I’ll never tire of it. Ever.
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naarisz · 2 months
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Aredhel, White Lady of the Noldor
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debbiedart · 3 months
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arlenianchronicles · 1 year
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Do not follow her, Turvo. Don’t go there, you mustn’t go! You cannot leave Itarillë -- you cannot leave me! Don’t leave me!
Fingon and Turgon on the Helcaraxë! Since I still had these two on the brain, I decided to indulge in some more brotherly feels (or angst, in this case). This scene is sometime after Elenwë is lost; I imagine Turgon was so taken by despair in the days after that he nearly followed his wife, but Fingon stopped him in time. So Turgon had to release his grief some other way!
For Turgon’s face, I referenced War Pieta by Max Ginsburg since I really wanted his expression to be visceral. For some reason, drawing these types of expressions is lots of fun! XDD
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sauroff · 1 year
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I wanted to draw Aredhel in full armor, then realized armors are not very practical if you are an archer and ended up going for a lazy mix. She wears archery gloves and arm guards in both hands since I read once that elves are ambidextrous and I don't know if that was canon or headcanon, but it's canon to me now. Also, the feathers on the arrows are from barn owls, which I somehow asociate with her.
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moredhel · 2 months
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enjoy the silence
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hamletphase · 3 months
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fingon over the years
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sakasakiii · 10 months
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was real busy this week so no time to draw, but i had some little chibi heads lying around that i didnt have a real use for so i wanted to try my hand at some character relationship charts 😌 i used to really love reading them when they would be compiled for old jrpg or visual novel games i was into, so i thought it'd be fun to explore some finwean dynamics i personally tend to lean on in my fics n comic wooo
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thestaroffeanor · 2 months
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Elenwë, wife of Turgon and mother to Idril Celebrindal
Idril not pictured, I'm still recovering from the sugar coma little Tyelpe sent me into here xD
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tengwar · 1 year
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This BEAUTIFUL portrait was done for me as a commission by @feyspeaker !!! Thank you so much, I'm in love with it 💙💙💙
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elentarial · 11 days
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Miscalculation
Dear Morifinwe,
I recently had the privilege of reading your treatise on Dwarven tariffs and found it fascinating reading indeed. I don’t suppose you hear that often. However, I was wondering if you could perhaps clarify the situation on the 36th page, just under the table of tares of standard shipping containers. I was under the impression when one converted between ounces and gallons (which, why aren’t you using liters as a standard unit of liquid measurement??), the multiplier is 0.0078126, but you have it listed as 0.0078125. Does the Naugrim measure alcoholic liquids differently? As you have only two sentences describing the conversion of Dwarvish mead, I can not determine whether it is a typographical error or if I have been misinformed. If the latter is the case, any more explicit suggestion or direction would be appreciated since (as I have pointed out) your explanation in the paper is relatively brief.
Sincerely yours,
Turukano
Dear Turukano,
I am delighted that you enjoyed my protocols for trade in East Beleriand! In regards to your question about whether dwarves measure alcohol differently than other liquids, no Turno, an ounce is an ounce. You have been misinformed. The conversion factor is indeed 0.0078125.
Thank you,
Carnistir Morifinwe,
Dear Moryo,
Thank you for the quick and brief reply. However, I digress, the conversion multiplier is 0.0078126. It was that in Tirion, and it is that now. Please explain your computations. 
Looking forward to your reply,
Turukano
Dear Turno,
I am the one who devised that conversion. I don’t need to prove my work to you because I came up with it in the first place. Any possible discrepancies are due to rounding errors. The conversion is valid.
Carnistir
Dear Moryo,
I am well aware that you first calculated the conversion between ounces and gallons. I sat on the council that granted you the defense of such a claim, and if you will recall, I questioned your math then. You were wrong in Tirion, and you are wrong now.
Awaiting your reply,
Turgon
Turgon,
How delightful to know you remember our time together at the Royal Academy of Arts and Sciences. I have no recollection of your involvement in my defense, but I really try to avoid thinking of you. Were you there? I thought you were too busy being henpecked by the campus gulls to accomplish anything, research or otherwise.
Carnistir
Moryo,
I generally thought you were one of the better brothers; don’t be an ass. Just admit you are wrong. 
Sincerely,
Turgon Turukano,
 Lord of Nevarast,
 High Prince of the Noldor
My dearest Turukano,
What a lovely title that is. Quite fitting for your already overinflated ego, but I genuinely hate to remind you that you are a second son and not, in fact, the High Prince of anything. Unless, of course, condolences are in order, then I also do not care because I find your brother infuriatingly obnoxious. I would feel for Nelyo, though. 
Yours,
Moryo
Dear Carnistir,
Nelyo…remind me, is that your eldest brother or our grandfather? I can never remember who was born first, him or my father. Regardless, he’s ancient and an inappropriate match for my brother. 
But I beseech you, dearest cousin. Please take a look at your defense from Tirion. I believe there is a note regarding the conversion on the final copy. I don’t have a copy with me, but I am sure you must have kept one for yourself. 
Yours,
Turgon
My darling Turno,
At least we agree on one thing. Fingon and my brother are terrible for one another. 
I do happen to have a copy in my archives. I will check for this mythical correction and have my scribe translate a copy for you. I will enclose it in my next reply, as it’s rather embarrassing to doubt the work of scholars. 
With love,
Moryo
Turukano,
Fuck you. There was no correction; the rate has always been 0.0078125. This exchange has been a complete waste of my time, and I will implore Himring to approve an additional one point five percent tax on all limestone coming from and all other goods going to Vinyamar. 
Sincerely,
Morifinwe
Despite all of Caranthir’s immense irritation, the final letter to Nevarast is returned some months later by an exhausted raven. Shortly thereafter, he receives word from Hithlum that Turgon and one-third of the Noldor forces in West Beleriand have disappeared. 
@silmarillionepistolary
For @cilil (who suggested Caranthir and Tax Day as a prompt) and @dalliansss (who originally did the heavy lifting on building Caranthir’s taxation empire).
Miscalculation (on AO3)
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melestasflight · 2 months
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Now rumour came to the camp in Hithlum of the march of Fingolfin and those that followed him, who had crossed the Grinding Ice; and all the world lay then in wonder at the coming of the Moon. But as the host of Fingolfin marched into Mithrim the Sun rose flaming in the West; and Fingolfin unfurled his blue and silver banners, and blew his horns, and flowers sprang beneath his marching feet, and the ages of the stars were ended. ~ "Of the Return of the Noldor", The Silmarillion
a little art throwback for the first day of @march-of-the-noldor
Two beautiful writings were created for this art: Flowers sprang beneath his marching feet by @that-angry-noldo Longed-for a poem by @searchingforserendipity25
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naarisz · 8 months
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Just a redraw of an older portrait of him. :)
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polutrope · 7 months
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Nolofinwëan caffeine habits
Fingolfin: freshly ground quality beans in an ornate french press every morning with homemade cashew milk, no sugar. Only buys coffee out when someone else invites him, then usually orders a cappuccino because it’s what Finwë drank. Pays for the other person, tips well. 
Fingon: six cans of cola every day. Laughs every time Maedhros tries to suggest this is a bad habit. When he goes out for coffee, he orders fresh-squeezed orange juice or something that no one even realised was on the menu. Always orders a couple snacks and insists on sharing. Tips a normal amount but brings the staff random gifts like boxes of chocolate. 
Turgon: Four shots of espresso from the same place every morning at 7:10am. The staff have it waiting for him, he breezes in, says “good morning”, pays and tips, leaves. If he’s had a really long night he’ll add sugar, otherwise none. Often buys a few treats to go (they’re for Elenwë, Aredhel, and/or Idril; after Eärendil is born he buys a cake pop every single day). 
Aredhel: depends on the day, but enjoys treating herself to a large mocha with whipped cream. Seems to “deserve a treat” most days. Continuously drinks yerba mate on journeys (from a thermos in cold climates, iced when not). 
Argon: Monster energy drinks. 
Idril: Oat milk latte (thanks @swanmaids). No dietary reason, just likes the flavour. Rarely gets it to stay, but takes about 15-20 minutes to leave because she’s making the rounds catching up with staff and customers. Keeps saying, “I better get going!” and doesn’t. Enjoys a cup of tea with milk and the pastry Turgon brought her in the afternoons. 
Maeglin: says he doesn’t consume caffeine but eats chocolate covered coffee beans like popcorn when he’s trying to get a project done. When forced to go out he orders mint tea and lets it go cold. Pays for the other person but does not tip. 
Eärendil: at sea he drinks super sweet instant coffee that is somehow foamy despite being from a packet. When in Sirion, orders authentic chai from a stand in the town square mostly because Elwing likes it and the guy who makes it laughs at his jokes. When shipbuilding, drinks from the barely-functional coffee maker Círdan has had since the Great Journey. 
Fëanorians | Arafinwëans
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arlenianchronicles · 1 year
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I noticed some reblogs of my old Fingon+Turgon art, and, believe it or not, I got inspired to redraw one of those paintings! You can find the originals below the cut XDD For those of y’all who don’t know, I was intrigued a while back by Fingolfin riding to Angband with his eyes glowing like a Vala’s. I headcanoned that he passed that ability down to his kids: when they’re super angry or something, their eyes start glowing too!
So far I’ve only drawn Fingon in that setting, so I thought to myself, why not give Turgon his turn? Thus, here they are, reuniting during the Nirnaeth Arnoediad! I removed their armour to make it easier on myself to draw (and harder for them during the battle lmaoo)
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out of all the sibling relationships in the house of finwë i feel like aredhel and turgon often get short shrift….i mean she went with him in the night with no warning whatsoever so that they could build a city because of a dream he had and then stayed no-contact in that city for hundreds of years while he broke maybe the biggest elven taboo (while ignoring the wishes of the two most important people in his life) and killed the person who took his sister away from him. just more unhinged codependent til-death-do-us-part aredhel and turgon please, i am gnawing on the walls
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