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ettelenethelien · 5 months
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Dior is weird because he's a child of so great a mother and father... and he just is. Does no great deed. Rules as king for like 3 years at most and then dies tragically young. I've heard people say they find him perplexing for that reason and yeah. It's all so. normal. (if horrible).
The whole storyline between the two latter Kinslayings is strange when compared with the rest of the Silm. All that came earlier has such a symmetry to it. Patterns and archetypes; a tapestry with not a thread out of place - the fairytale of B&L and the tragedy of Turin - the Kinslaying, the Prophecy (one that resonates through all latter deeds); the betrayal, the rescue. The many characters' deaths come as climaxes of their arcs. And Dior's does not. He doesn't have an arc; it's just senseless violence. What's more - the Kinslaying hardly even has a clear outcome. Doriath is destroyed but the Silmaril remains out of the Fëanorians' reach and passes on to a frightened girl, who will later be threatened by her parents' killers. The only clear result is death.
This may have something to do with how this part of the Silmarillion had been more incomplete than the rest when Tolkien passed on (and arguably, the whole debacle with the dwarves and the Nauglamir is even more like that - though not the tale of Eärendil), but it's not even that I'm here to criticize it. It actually makes sense to me - here we have plain war. Not a somewhat symbolical conflict with evil, not young Tolkien sitting in the trenches and trying to find a framework for writing about heroic deeds when the war he knows is so pointless. It fits that the deaths are sudden and part of no preconceived pattern. That's what war's like. But all the same - the case of Dior is interesting. Not even because of what was, but because of what wasn't.
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What if it was Curufin--whose life Luthien specifically spared by stopping Beren--(Curufin who then immediately tried to kill Luthien and almost killed Beren)--what if it was Curufin who killed their son Dior?
Even if it wasn't Curufin or Celegorm who struck the final blow, they were the ones to push for the Second Kinslaying, hating Doriath and Luthien's line, and it was Celegorm's servants who murdered the grandsons Luthien and Beren never got to meet.
(Would this mess up Tolkien's theme of mercy being a good thing too badly? Probably not, since he shows mercy as a good (or at least just & necessary) thing even if that person scorns it and goes on to do bad things (see Saruman, Gollum, even Melkor/Morgoth (the unchaining), and to an extent Sauron in the second age), but still. Dior was Luthien and Beren's baby boy.)
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aipilosse · 1 year
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Four Winters
Four winters in the life of Gwíneth, daughter of Urthel. A rescue, a hunt, a fall, and the abyss.
Rating: Teen Relationships: Celegorm & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Celegorm, Curufin, Celebrimbor, Original Characters
For @officialtolkiensecretsanta ! Giftee will be revealed on Dec. 24th!
Read on AO3.
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that-angry-noldo · 2 years
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so for the character and prompt thing…
maedhros, and silence?
(From this character prompt list!)
CW: off-screen minor character death
It was five nights and six days.
The torch flickered in his hand, unsteady fire lighting the forest around him. Five nights and six days without food or water, without sleep or rest; Maedhros could endure more, Maedhros knew he could endure more - but Maedhros wasn't worried about himself.
Elured and Elurin were by themselves for five nights and six days. He stopped yelling their names a while ago now, figuring it would just scare them away; he sent his people into every corner of the forest; he left Maglor to deal with the aftermath, he left Ambarussa on their brothers' graves, he left the ruins and devastation behind, and now, five nights and six days after, he was wondering - why.
He stopped, leaning on the nearby willow. The stars were shimmering quietly, looking at him from the patch of the sky not closed by the branches; the wind was howling in the trees, cold and ignorant, predicting the harsh winter.
Maedhros shivered, tucking himself in his cape, and listened.
...there was nothing. As if forest itself felt silent, not wishing to give away its secrets to the man responsible for its destruction. He listened; listened hard, trying to grasp the tiniest whisper, the most quiet whimper, the smallest sob; trying to reach to them, to catch them, to hear anything that could've lead him.
The silence was the answer.
Sometimes, the stars sighed quietly, the silence is the sign of an end.
Sometimes, Maedhros replied stubbornly, the silence is a sign for you to mind your own business. Shut up, Varda.
He raised his torch and continued searching.
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In the end, it was silence glaring at him from the old abandoned den.
Maedhros stilled, trying to listen. The silence was an answer.
He rushed to the hiding.
They were curled together, night robes (they didn't even had the time to change) torn and dirty, leaves and branches tangled in the dark hair. Maedhros held his breath, listening, his hands trembling slightly.
"... Boys?..."
The silence was an answer.
Their bodies were too small, too cold in his hands. He breathed, pursing his lips.
"... I'm..."
He laid them down on the cold ground, setting them between the tree roots.
It was the fourth grave.
Four graves in less than a week.
And he didn't even know, he didn't even know why, why did this grave count as the fourth, why did he leave the graves of his own brothers behind, why did he feel like he failed the kids he didn't even know - but there were four, four graves, four graves he dug, five people he let down, five people who were dead because of him, and Maedhros - it didn't even matter, did it? It didn't matter, his hands were soaked in blood, and there were children in Alqualonde, weren't there? Two kids you slayed, two kids laying on the ground because you were scared, you were weak, you are doomed, doomed, doomed -
"I'm sorry," he rasped, getting up. "I'm sorry."
The silence was an answer. He turned around.
He had an army to lead.
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formenos · 2 years
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Maedhros searches for Elúred and Elúrin in the Forests of Doriath after the Second Kinslaying
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imakemywings · 2 months
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I do love Celebrimbor takes where post-death/rebirth he actually has very little to say to his family until they show some signs of remorse or personal growth from the atrocities they committed in Middle-earth.
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grey-gazania · 1 month
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Anyway I do think Maedhros put the cruel servants of Celegorm to death before he went off in search of Elured and Elurin.
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i’m sort of enamoured with the cruel servants of celegorm actually. in a story where (a.) we rarely see elves motivated to kill purely out of revenge and (b.) the lord-vassal dynamic is largely shown as strictly either mutual loyalty and affection (ie. finrod-house of bëor) or the vassal was bad from the outset (ie. caranthir-ulfang), they are unique in their role as presumably loving, loyal, til-death-do-us-part companions who are motivated by that love to do a terrible thing—but more importantly, a terrible thing that wasn’t going to accomplish anything. enamoured with the kind of devotion that makes people behave like that….enamoured with an adoration so strong it goes beyond death and cultural taboos and utility…..one of the worst and saddest and most sickening parts of the silm and it was caused by love!!! just bake me into a pie about it!!!
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eleneressea · 9 months
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I just want to see Fingon being the worst version of himself :)
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starspray · 1 month
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Doriath
A Celegorm drabble-and-a-half for @feanorianweek
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Celegorm stalks through the halls, squinting through the thickening smoke. He would not have thought there would be much to burn in stone caves, but the people of Menegroth appear to love their tapestries. Flames lick at the brilliantly colored fabric, eating away at scenes of revelry and beauty.
(He comes upon one depicting three figures standing upon a hill before the Trees, on silver, one dark, one golden, and turns quickly away. He does not want to see Finwë’s face, not here.)
Finally, he comes to the throne room, enormous and echoing. Fountains line the floors, their sculptures smashed and broken, dust and stone shards littering the tiled floor. The blood flows read.
Before the throne stands Dior Eluchíl, young and bold, a blaze of righteous fury, bright enough to blind, though he does not wear the Silmaril. (Where is it?) Celegorm bares his teeth and raises his sword.
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ettelenethelien · 9 months
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The Second Kinslaying, Dior vs Curufin.
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Right after Dior killed Celegorm. I dare say Curifin did not take that well.
I'm not perfectly satisfied with this... Hopefully I'll make a better version someday, but I've been working on this long enough and I want to post this already.
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sauronnaise · 3 months
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Slay
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whiteladyofithilien · 4 months
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The Sons of Feanor
Maedhros - actual cinnamon roll who needs protection, also he only has one hand also he's super wise and has a ride or die bestie
Maglor - minstrel and adoptive dad of Elrond and Elros and the only son of Feanor who may have survived
Celegorm - that kinslaying dick who tried to kill Luthien
Caranthir - the haughty and short-tempered kinslaying dick
Curufin - accomplice to the kinslaying dick who tried to kill Luthien
Amrod - little mentioned twin who died in the attack on the havens
Amras - the other little mentioned twin who died in the attack on the havens
(yes I'm aware that they all participated in kinslaying but those 3 middle children were the ones who didn't seem to feel bad about it and they went against Maedhros' advice to attack Doriath which is all on them. They weren't just following dads orders like the first Kinslaying)
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that-angry-noldo · 2 years
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The Howl
[Maedhros coming to Fingon's grave.]
I came to apologise.
Don't, Finno. Please. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm- I'm- it... it doesn't matter, it won't matter, you - you can't even hear me, Finno! You can't!
(The night is quiet, safe for his quick breath. Stars shimmer in the hight, cold and distant; wind howls at the grave.
Maedhros clutches his sword.)
I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry.
(Maps scattered across the table, inteligence hidden in the meeting room, spies rotating in and out of his cabinet -)
We're storming Doriath, Finno.
It's- you don't understand. You don't understand, alright? It's weakened. It's ruined. It's a chance, a chance granted from- no, don't look at me like that, Finno! You know I don't have any other- I- I can't just- I can't sit here, I can't just- have you seen Maglor, Finno?
It's driving us mad.
It's... It's Celegorm's initiative, really. Not mine. If that matters. It's... we brought the Oath, Finno, right? Of the doom and everlasting darkness, and it-
It calls to us.
(He inhales, clothes his eyes.)
It calls to us. It... I dream of blood, Finno. And of death. Not mine, but inflicted by my hand. I can see my fate as clear as... as... as this grave.
(He chuckles.)
I really am the villain, Finno. The bloodthirsty murderer.
Would you be by my side if you were here?
No, no. No, you wouldn't. You always learned from your mistakes. I, though-
You know, I told you once, about Hell. About- I would sometimes break free, right? Or so I'd think. Like, I would strangle the guard, and I'd - I'd try to run, to hide-
He would always find me, Finno.
I couldn't escape, no matter how much I tried, how fad I'd come - I was but the mice the cat let out of its paws to play with it. It was foolish to think I'd ever be free. I-
You, you saved me, Finno, you just didn't know that. I can never escape, and if I try, the punishment will be severe.
He... he really slapped it in my face, didn't he? I mean, he... he took you. I'm sorry, Finno, I'm sorry, I'm so, so...
And, you... you know how prisoners who'd break free would eventually return to Angband?.. I... I am no exeption.
I'm doing exactly what he'd want me to do.
I'm walking right back into his arms.
There won't be an eagle this time, will there, Finno? You're dead. You're dead. There is no one who'd try to break the chain. Only me. And brothers. And...
No one, Finno, no one else. Not even you.
... do you remember the oath we swore at eachother? We were drunk, right? I... Where you go, I'll go; where your people reside, my people should settle; where your horses rest, my horses should rest too. I...
Finno, I can't go if I don't have who to follow, and you're not there. It's, it's quite selfish of you, actually, to just leave me like that, I...
I miss you, Finno. I miss you more than soul.
And I'm sorry. In advance. For annihilating all your effort. For... for chaining myself back.
I hope you'll forgive me, eventually.
I'm sorry, Finno. There's so much things I'm sorry about.
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theelvenhaven · 7 months
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Daily Reminder:
Amrod and Amras I know are the stand alone babies in Beleriand who stuck to the forests and hunted and we love them. But it doesn’t change the fact they committed acts of evil:
- They took the Oath
- They participated in Kinslaying #1
- They helped steal the swan ships
- They burned the swan ships
- They participated in the Kinslaying #2
- They died at Kinslaying #3 in which they probably still killed a lot of people.
These are all events that they WILLINGLY participated in.
I get it- they’re the babies, they’re talked about the least in the Silmarillion. But ignoring that they were thieves, liars, and mass murderers 3x’s over perpetuates that same stereotype people like to give to Maglor about him being “baby” and “harmless”.
Amrod and Amras are still cold blooded murderers.
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