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welcome to my tolkien sideblog, which is currently mostly a silmarillion sideblog. my main is @meumixer, and i can be found on AO3 under the same username. i use any pronouns. you can find a list of the tags i use under the cut for easier navigation.
Maedhros for the fanfiction "The Light of the Damned Stars" ✨
Fingon the valiant ⚔️⚔️💙💛💙⚔️⚔️
pre exile noldor don’t even craft anymore they just look at you like this
I think my funniest take on maglor is when I imagine him as a morose waif well before anything bad ever happened to him. He was the emo kid with his preppy family. He was well known for writing laments in the middle of valinor, a place that's notoriously lamentless. There was a whole year in which he refused to speak unless it was in poem or song. There was an even longer period of time in which he refused to put his hair up or wear any adornments when performing because it apparently distracted from the music—he'd just roll into concerts looking like the grudge but kept being invited onstage because he was just that good. I need him to be maedhros and celegorm's (admittedly incredibly talented) loser brother that gets dragged out with them because they adore him.
^THIS. I need the coolest, most popular members of the noldorin royal family to pop up to every party dragging this grey cloud of a guy. He is staring so so so uncomfortably and making no facial expression whatsoever. He is thinking of all the music he could be writing the whole time. He is eating a whole plate of cakes and then bemoaning the fact that his stomach hurts. He then drops the bomb that he's had a great time actually, plays the equivalent of beethoven's symphony no 9 except it's about his tummy hurting (which he thought up on the spot btw), and irish goodbyes. You ask fingon what that was about and he beams like that was my cousin! Awesome guy huh?
one of my favorite bits in lord of the rings is something the movies didn't really try to do because it's entirely internal, but sam's carrying the ring and it starts trying to do its work on him, so he's having these intrusive visions of himself marching at the head of a vast and terrible army, and he just starts laughing because, me? samwise gamgee? sam gamgee the general sam gamgee the dark lord are you for real? man i just want to go home and do some gardening. and the ring gets frustrated and it starts trying to figure out other stuff that would actually tempt sam and it's finally like, okay, but hear me out: imagine if you could have...A REALLY REALLY BIG GARDEN
and then he's like, i don't know that sounds like a lot more work than a regular garden actually. why don't we just get on with finding mister frodo
"And into this Ring he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life."
Another one for my Sauron serie <3
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The Fellowship departs Rivendell, traditional Chinese ink painting
A bit of a theory that I’ve struck on while rereading the start of FOTR. I think there’s something guarding Rivendell besides the Bruinen. I think Elrond has taken a leaf out of Melian’s book.
There are some hints that the distance to Rivendell varies depending on who you are. Frodo starts approaching the Ford in late afternoon; he is in desperate need of healing, and is brought to Rivendell midway into that same night.
In The Hobbit, in contrast, the dwarves and Bilbo cross the Ford of Bruinen in the morning, and the sun is down by the time they reach Rivendell. There’s lot of references to the journey being longer than Bilbo would expect:
They came on unexpected valleys, narrow with steep sides, that opened suddenly at their feet, and then looked down surprised to see trees below them and running water at the bottom. There were gullies that they could almost leap over, but very deep with waterfalls in them. There were dark ravines that one could neither jump over or climb into. There were bogs, some of them green pleasant places to look at, with flowers growing bright and tall; but a pony that walked there with a pack on its back would never have come out again. It was indeed a mich wider land from the ford to the mountains than you would ever have guessed. Bilbo was astonished.
Then there’s Aragorn’s line when Merry asks him how far it is to Rivendell:
“I don’t know if the Road has ever been measured in miles beyond The Forsaken Inn, a day’s journey east of Bree. Some say it is far, and others say otherwise. It is a strange road, and folk are glad to meet their journey’s end, whether the time is long or short. But I know how long it would take me on my own feet, with fair weather and no ill fortune: twelve days from here to the Ford of Bruinen.”
(By the way, it always amazes me, now I’ve noticed it, that the hobbits manage this journey - which Aragorn says would take him 12 days on the Road, with “fair weather and no ill fortune,” in only 14 days with Frodo severely injured, travelling mainly off the Road, and with some bad weather and wrong directions. Some of that’s due to the extremely fast pace Glorfindel sets for the last twoand a half days, but it’s incredibly impressive.)
If anyone should know the distance from Bree to Rivendell, it should be Aragorn, a Ranger of the North fostered in Rivendell, who has probably covered that journey dozens to hundreds of times. And the Road is fairly straight; it shouldn’t be hard for travellers to keep track of the general distance. And also, Aragorn only gives the distance to the Ford, not to Rivendell itself. What if the distance and difficulty of the Road from the Ford to Rivendell varies, based on how well a guest is known. Frodo is the Ring-bearer, in desperate need; he makes it there fast. Thorin & Company are vouched for by Gandalf, but are largely an unknown quantity; it takes them the better part of a day. Someone with hostile intentions might never find Rivendell at all, even after days of wanderings.
Oh this is genuinely an interesting point!
One thing it makes me wonder about though is Boromir, and particularly that the book mentions he arrived in Rivendell "in the grey morning", which personally I've always taken to mean in the very early morning, when there's some light but the sun may not yet be properly up and the dim light has that kind of greyish quality (granted that it's late November, so even with Rivendell being further south in Middle-Earth than my home in the real world, at that point the sun probably rises quite late so it may not mean as much as otherwise). Idk maybe that's just my reading of the text, but given that earlier in the chapter the morning is described as sunny, so the "grey" can't refer to cloudy weather, that's how the phrasing would seem to me, anyway.
And it's always struck me as a little bit odd in the sense that, for that to be the case, he would've had to either both start his journey very early that day (which, granted, in itself is plausible) and have been very close to Rivendell already when he started, or he would have had to push through the night without stopping to rest at all. And to me it's kind of, on one hand if he knew he was close enough to Rivendell to reach it that early, wouldn't he have known he was close, and rather pushed through in hopes of getting somewhere inside before the night was over, instead of spending it camped by the roadside in cold damp late November weather? But if he was so far from Rivendell as to have to travel the whole night through without stopping to reach it in early morning, then how would he have known he was close enough for continuing through the night, instead of stopping to make camp and sleep, to be worth it for reaching Rivendell faster?
But your point about the distance to Rivendell being different to different people in different times would make either of those more plausible, either being shorter than he thought to allow him to reach Rivendell in time to attend the Council (since Elrond implies that those who were in the Council had been called there by fate or some such power and were meant to all be there on that day to play their part in the events at hand), or being longer than he thought it would and forcing him to travel all night to reach it (since he was a stranger, unknown to Elrond and coming unexpectedly).
Or, idk, maybe none of this makes any sense to anyone but me, but, yeah.
This makes sense to me! After thinking about it, I figure that Boromir crossed the Ford of Bruinen late in the day on the day before the Council, continued on for a little ways and then camped. And then set out early in the morning any found he was practically on the doorstep of Rivendell, despite having seen no sign of it the previous night. Which adds to his general sense of disorientation.
Yeah, probably!
Honestly no wonder he was a bit in a grumpy mood in the Council, I'd be too if I'd spent the night camped in the wild in late autumn, woken up sometime in very early morning to continue my journey, and somehow found the destination right there almost no distance away at all when i could've sworn it wasn't so close yet the night before, lol
His tail is inspired by this Maedhros I did, Maglor, however, is having a good time ^^
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It gets cold in Himring, bring your ermine! Maedhros and Maglor, commissioned by @elf-in-a-mask
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I don’t think I’ve ever posted a sauron drawing before so here’s a little sketch of him enjoying his arts and crafts time
Some design variations of Maedhros. On the family tree of the House of Fëanor, he looks younger and more carefree — for obvious reasons 💔
The thing is I don't think Maedhros was a parentified older sibling, because Feanor and Nerdanel were royalty, and they would have had nannies and nursemaids and tutors for all their kids. So you wouldn't have had the older kids taking care of the younger ones, because they have The Help. And honestly the parents wouldn't be doing most of the childcare either. They would spend time with their kids of course!! But I don't think Nerdanel was changing diapers.
contemplating a somewhat cracky worldbuilding concept where Feanor insists on using a matronym in a universally patrilineal society and moves in with his wife's family because his initial ~loremaster~ work on the elves of Cuivienen led him to conclude, with just as much diehard enthusiasm as all of his other ideas, that the correct way of organizing elf families was strict matrilocality
possible follow up: in addition to most of his sons canonically using their mother-names (Atarinke being actually too terrible), Feanor referring to them all as Nerdanelion to match his canon Therindion, and not Sons of Feanor at all
