Feanor and Silmarilli...the light captured inside gems is of tree origin so I wanted to draw it spread like branches ♥
(it was only a doodle where I tried that light-spreading idea. But my sis saw it, liked it(I guess?), redrawn anatomy.... and made Feanor so good-looking that I had to finish it :D )
ok crazy ass theory time: what if feanor made three silmarils to represent the three members of HIS family, aka himself, finwe and miriel? The silmarils were made to preserve the light of the trees, so likewise he could have wanted to preserve an image of his family as it once was so long ago? Especially since it makes sense that he wanted to preserve the light of the trees because he knew loss in a way nobody else did in Aman! I think it would also give him even more reasons to not want to break the silmarils, and to want to take them back from morgoth
Maglor believed he would feel relief when he was finally free of the Silmaril.
But as he watches the jewel touch the surface of the Sea, setting it ablaze with tree light, he isn’t certain that he can feel anything at all. Or maybe, it is the all-powerful whirlpool of all sensations at once surging through his heart and body that robs all thought from his mind.
The Silmaril falls slowly, so slowly, as if taking its time to caress the weightlessness of Ulmo’s waters. Does it seek relief also, Maglor wonders, to be free at last of all the hands that lusted after its blessed shine?
Maglor casts his Silmaril into the Sea.
I did not plan to write for @maedhrosmaglorweek, but then @searchingforserendipity25 filled my mind with starlight.
Then began Tinúviel to dance a yet swifter dance before his eyes, and even as she danced she sang in a voice very low and wonderful a song which Gwendeling had taught her long ago, a song that the youths and maidens sang beneath the cypresses of the gardens of Lórien when the Tree of Gold had waned and Silpion was gleaming. The voices of nightingales were in it, and many subtle odours seemed to fill the air of that noisome place as she trod the floor lightly as a feather in the wind; nor has any voice or sight of such beauty ever again been seen there, and Ainu Melko for all his power and majesty succumbed to the magic of that Elf-maid, and indeed even the eyelids of Lórien had grown heavy had he been there to see. Then did Melko fall forward drowzed, and sank at last in utter sleep down from his chair upon the floor, and his iron crown rolled away.
Okay but. A movie/show adaptation of the Silmarillion where we never ever see the Silmarils. The closest we ever come is when Maedhros and Maglor steal them, in a chest, and we only see light coming out of the chest, never the stones.
They're such a beautiful light that nothing would do them justice, right? The whole scene of Beren cutting out the Silmaril is focused on Lúthien singing and Morgoth's hand twitching while Beren is muttering off-screen ("Manwë's butt, the cursed knife broke!"). Fëanor announces the creation of the Silmaril in public but he's seen from the back the entire time, we never see him wear them. Beren's severed hand comes out of Carcharoth's stomach with the fist closed around the stone, we can only glimpse the light.
We similarly never properly see Morgoth, or any of the Valar, they're always hooded/we only see their hands or feet or silhouette from very far away. We see no more of the two Trees than representations in stone or paintings, and the whole Valinor part is probably narrated by a voice-over, and maybe even entirely told through a visual framing that means we never see it either (paintings? theatre play? puppet show? idk there are plenty of options).
At the end we're left to wonder if the Silmarils ever really existed, if the Valar really waged war, or if it's all just a story the elves told to justify their endless wars...