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so today i decided to make myself sad about Turgon and Elenwe
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My second piece for Scribbles and Drabbles 2023 (@fall-for-tolkien), written for @ruiniel's gorgeous art!
Rating: G
Relationships: Finduilas/Gwindor
Words: 666
There had been too much bustle and clamour in those last few days for them to have had much time to meet, even had they wanted to. But on the final evening before Gwindor and his company departed Nargothrond for the great battle in the north, he sought Finduilas out in her favourite garden, where she had brought her loom and was sitting in the twilight.
Very handsome he was, tall and proud and black-haired: a fine lord of the Noldor, and a courageous warrior, and a gentle, attentive lover. What maiden would not be proud to be on his arm?
âShalt thou send me away in bitterness, then?â said Gwindor.
âShalt thou depart in it?â Finduilas returned, without rising.
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may I suggest Gwindor to continue with Nargothrond elves?
of course thanks for the suggestion :) it tests me because there is a point where I feel like I draw everything the same
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So there's this thing, I think it was a Tumblr post originally, where someone asks for regular people to be included in the Olympics so they can understand how great everyone else is.
And somehow that has gotten tied up in my head with someone's character interpretation of Orodreth. Like he's the average dude tolkien chucked in there who reacts to treason and dragons and questionable guests in an average way and isn't incredibly heroic and/or insane like the rest of the house of finwe
I'm tempted to make a Reddit AITA post from FinwĂ«'s perspective â my eldest son pulled a knife on his half brother. Everyone in the family is mad and wants him gone. Am I the asshole for going with him? â and see how Reddit judges the first High King of the Noldor
Alright here it is! Sorry for the two week delay. I intended it to be finished in a few days, Iâm just horrible at perceiving the passing of time.Â
I wrote most of this very late at night/early in the morning so I hope itâs readable, and identifiable as Finwe. I also couldnât think of a title other than the one above, so I decided to just reference the exiling and hope no one noticed.Â
Anyway, full post is below the cut. Iâll update with any interesting comments, if people interact.
The Bachelor: Nargothrond coming soon! (The Bachelor is TĂșrin. Everyone dies.) Flower meanings under the cut!
I was researching something completely unrelated but I passingly saw that hemlock means mortality in Victorian and modern flower language. And my brain immediately thought of the âSong of Beren and LĂșthienâ in FotR, specifically the first stanza:
The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
TinĂșviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.
Hemlock is the third element im the description of the glade LĂșthien is dancing in, even before we learn her name. We have the long leaves, the green grass and the tall hemlock; two elements traditionally associated with spring and youth, and one heavily associated with death. In two verses we know everything there is to know about LĂșthien: sheâs youthful and sheâs going to die.
The hemlock appears again in the second stanza:
There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.
This stanza is from Berenâs point of view, looking at LĂșthien. And fact he looks at her through the hemlock leaves tells us he is mortal. Beren looks at LĂșthien through the lens of a mortal gaze, and thinks her otherworldly. There is an added layer to it because, in Victorian flower language, hemlock not only means mortality but also more specifically âyou will be my deathâ. And, indeed, Beren dies in his quest to obtain LĂșthienâs hand.
The last occurrence of hemlock in this song is in the fourth stanza:
He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beechen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering.
I find this stanza more difficult to analyse from a symbolic point of view since itâs mostly a description of autumn and winter coming, but it certainly puts emphasis on the importance of this plant in Beren and LĂșthienâs story. As I interpret it, and this is my personal reading, it is an allusion to Beren and LĂșthien growing old together and LĂșthien choosing to die along Beren.
In The Tale of TinĂșviel, the hemlock is also extremely important in the introduction of TinĂșviel, and it is more or less a description in much more details of what is hinted at in the Song of Beren and LĂșthien from FotR. I canât put the quote because itâs in French but, very roughly, it says that the hemlock is so tall and dense it looks like TinĂșviel is dancing on a white cloud. Then, when TinĂșviel sees Beren, she hides under a very tall hemlock and her white dress makes her disappear in the hemlock, looking like moonlight on the flowers. The imagery used in this scene is absolutely beautiful and I canât make it justice, but what is important is that, upon their first meeting, TinĂșviel is metaphorically surrounded by mortality. She is an Elf yet she will die. And Beren, who is an elf too in this version (a Gnome, the proto-Noldor, and I struggle not to picture him as a garden gnome), is doomed to die too from the moment he walks amongst the hemlock in search of TinĂșviel.
Last but not least is the Lay of Leithian. Sadly, I donât have the full Lay of Leithian so I canât look at the meeting scene but, in an extract given in the French translation of Beren and LĂșthien (Christian Bourgois, 2017) it is said that LĂșthien wears white roses in her hair (Canto VI, verses 116-117) and there are a few other mentions of unspecified white flowers. White roses mean âI am worthy of youâ, withered white roses mean âtransient impressionsâ, white rosebuds mean âgirlhoodâ and a crown of roses âreward of virtueâ. I donât really know what to do with these informations since I donât have the original text so I canât say how accurate the translation is, but all of this enhance LĂșthienâs ethereal, eternally youthful appearance. It also shows the association of LĂșthien with white and light in opposition to Morgothâs black darkness, I think. But I donât doubt for a second that the hemlock is an important part of the place where Beren and LĂșthienâs meeting.
Anyways, I just love digging this kind of rabbit holes in Tolkienâs poetry, because it gives us so much insight on the characters, and I am almost sure that Tolkien, who grew up in late Victorian England and loved nature, knew of the meaning of hemlock or he wouldnât have insisted so much on it. Iâd love to see if there is a paper out there about flower language/symbolism in Tolkienâs work because I am sure there is so much more of it than what I looked at today.
Sources:
https://tolkiengateway.net/wiki/Song_of_Beren_and_L%C3%BAthien
https://www.gardeningchannel.com/flower-meanings-dictionary-from-a-to-z-the-secret-victorian-era-language-of-flowers/
J. R. R. Tolkien, Beren et LĂșthien, Christian Bourgois, 2017
And as a bonus, the Song of Beren and LĂșthien in music by Clamavi de Profundis: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=11_aneHVaz8&list=PLR5qYNG5Nf7WFbZ6wr-rr7gDnALA4C8mQ&index=19&pp=iAQB8AUB
I was just spontaneously hit by sadness over Finrod's fate. We often make fun of him for the let's-challenge-Sauron-to-a-rap-battle-to-the-death idea, which is then often compared to Fingolfin, but I keep thinking about how absolutely terrified he must have been.
Because, contrary to Fingolfin, he did not want to fight Sauron. He probably didn't want to be on this quest at all. He went out of loyalty to the son of his friend, and because of the oath he had sworn, but I highly doubt he enjoyed the thought of going on a suicide quest to steal a Silmaril. Finrod wasn't stupid after all, he knew their chances of survival, and he had probably already made peace with the thought of his death.
And then, after he gets betrayed and abandoned, he suddenly ends up in Sauron's throne room. And Sauron starts singing.
That wasn't a dramatic act of bravery the way it was in Fingolfin's case (though it was of course incredibly brave) (and less stupid), but of pure desperation. They had maybe seconds left until their disguises failed, so Finrod had to do something right now. So he just started singing.
And I just keep thinking about how afraid he must have been. He just started a singing contest with an Ainur. One might think that he really wasn't risking anything when doing it, the result of loosing would be that same as doing nothing at all, but that's not the case.
Had Finrod not started singing, Sauron would have seen through their disguises immediately and probably just killed them. End of the story. As it is, the disguises fail anyway, but now Sauron is faced with an elf who can stand against him in songs of power. He is both angry and curious.
And, as I said, Finrod isn't stupid. He has seen the scars on Maedhros body.
He took the greatest risk possible when fighting Sauron, and he escaped only so closely from paying the greatest price possible. Really, being killed by that wolf shortly before Luthien arrived was tragic, but from Finrod's perspective, who had no idea that Luthien was coming, that was probably the most optimal outcome.
I know this is nothing new that hasn't been analysed in 200 fics and tumblr posts before, but, you know, I was sad, so I shared my pain with the fandom the way we do it here đ
Continuing with the requests, @a-red-dawn asked for LĂșthien. Here she is with her cool magic cloak. Hope you like it! :)
The Morning Star and the Evening Star (2024)
LĂșthien TinĂșviel and her descendant Arwen Undomiel.
TINĂVIELLLLL!!!!!!
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