Arafinwë

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Third son of Finwë and High King of the Noldor Mun is 18 Sideblog sidebar art by admirable-mairon

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This blog will become an archive.

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Due to my lack of activity and muse here, I’ve decided to move it to sideblog over on my Beleg blog,in the hope that I’ll get more done :O

This blog will become an archive.

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Due to my lack of activity and muse here, I’ve decided to move it to sideblog over on my Beleg blog,in the hope that I’ll get more done :O

This blog will become an archive.

NEW BLOG

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Due to my lack of activity and muse here, I’ve decided to move it to sideblog over on my Beleg blog,in the hope that I’ll get more done :O

This blog will become an archive.

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Due to my lack of activity and muse here, I’ve decided to move it to sideblog over on my Beleg blog,in the hope that I’ll get more done :O

This blog will become an archive.

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Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring Starters

‘The hearts of men are easily corrupted’

‘History became legend. Legend became myth.’

‘No Admittance except on Party Business’

'You’re late!’

'A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!’

'I know less than half of you as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you as well as you deserve.’

'I feel thin. Sort of stretched. Like butter over too much bread.’

'I need a holiday. A very long holiday. And I don’t expect I shall return.’

'Keep it secret! Keep it safe!’

'I’m not trying to rob you, I’m trying to help you!’

'We do not stop 'til nightfall.’

'What about breakfast?’

'I think I’ve broken something.’

'It’s a pity [name] didn’t kill him when [pronoun] had the chance’

'Many that live deserve death, and many that die deserve life. Can you give it to them?’

'Do you remember when we first met?’

'I thought I had wandered into a dream’

'I would rather share one lifetime with you, than spend all the ages of this world alone.’

'If by life or death I can protect you, I will.’

'You have my sword.’

'One does not simply walk into Mordor.’

'I will take it! Only…I do not know the way.’

'If I take one more step, it will be the farthest away from home I’ve ever been.’

’[name] breathes so loud I could have shot them in the dark.’

'I’m glad you’re with me.’

'If you do not find a way, no one will.’

'Even the smallest person can change the course of the future’

'In the place of a Dark Lord, you would have a Queen!’

'All shall love me and despair!’

'I have passed the test.’

'I cannot do this alone.’

'I know what I must do. It’s just that…I’m afraid to do it.’

'Are you frightened?’

'Not nearly frightened enough. I know what hunts you.’

'I swore to protect you.’

'I would have gone with you until the very end.’

'Anyways, you need people of intelligence on this…mission. Quest. Thing.’

'Whatever you did, you have been officially labelled a disturber of the peace.’

'Cast it into the fire! Destroy it!’

'The wound will never fully heal.’

'You shall not pass!’

'Fly, you fools!’

'Drums…drums in the deep.’

'We cannot get out…they are coming!’

'This foe is beyond any of you– run!’

'They have a Cave Troll’

'If you want him, come and claim him!’

'The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little, and it will fail, to the ruin of all. Yet hope still remains, while all of the company is true.’

'May it be a light to you in dark places, where all over lights go out’

'Something draws near. I can feel it.’

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I didn't do it!

Nolofinwe picked up his best tunic so he could see the big cut across the front of it.“So who did do it?” he asked. There was no anger in his voice - being angry wouldn’t fix the tunic. He just wanted to know who did it.

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nolofinwefingolfin:

Nolo chuckled and took the night robe to help him dress up. “Here,” he said, helping Arvo with his hair. He smoothed those golden strands and kissed the tip of his head as he picked him up and put on the bed. “Which wall should we do first?” he looked at the bed and started to arrange the pillows.

“The top one!” Arvo giggled, bouncing on the bed and clutching his teddy tightly by the arm. “Can we build it very high? So you can come in too, even though you are very tall.”

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Meeting with the King

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The Noldo listened carefully as they walked, his expression unreadable. Over the long years, he had learnt to keep his face neutral when dealing with these things. No one would listen to a King who wept whenever he heard a sad tale. “You’re father sounds like a remarkable Man.” He said at last, looking the half-elf over. “And I know the worth of my niece without being told. But how did you come to be here? There is more to the tale - I heard of the fall of the city.” Or rather, he had seen it in one of his visions. But they were never clear, never fully explained. He could not see all.

“What happened next?”

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     ❝ … Maeglin happened, I suppose. He pined after my mother, and was very displeased, to say the least, when she married my father. He held a deep hatred for my father, and was very jealous of the relationship. It only worsened when I was born. Being Turukáno’s nephew, he had enjoyed being his heir presumptive, and my birth meant that I was now more eligible for it than he was, and he would not be able to take the throne should anything have happened. ❞ Eärendil heaved a heavy sigh at that fact. If only his cousin had known that when he was grown, he would hold little interest in claiming any type of throne. ❝ The most important law of Gondolin was that you never leave its walls. Maeglin broke this law and left anyhow to go mining, and was captured by orcs. They took him to Angband and he was threatened with torture, and so he made a deal with Morgoth to gain his freedom. He gave up Gondolin’s location, which the enemy had been searching years for, and in return was given his freedom and promised that he would rule the city and have my mother for his own.

     When he returned, he told no one of his treachery. But my blessed mother, she had foreseen what would happen to the city one day, and her and my father both still wished to follow Lord Ulmo’s warning. They began a project in secret, a tunnel that would lead out of the city and into the mountains so that when the day came, we would not all be trapped and doomed to die in it. I was seven years old when it finally happened. It was the morning of the Gates of Summer, a feast we held each year. The tradition was to start at midnight, and speak not a word until the sun rose, upon which everyone would sing, and lanterns would be lit … it had always been my favorite time of the year. We got a rather unwelcome surprise by the armies of Morgoth that morning. We had little time to prepare, but enough that we were not completely defenseless, either. My father went to an emergency meeting with my grandfather and the rest of the lords, and my mother and I ran to our home to pack what was necessary. ❞

     Eärendil paused for a moment, the memories of that day assaulting him in all their clarity. He could still see it all, hear it, taste the foul air on his tongue … but he blinked a few times, steadied his breathing, and continued with the tale. ❝ Maeglin found us as we were trying to leave it. Of course he knew where we lived, and that we would be there, but it startled us greatly. Why would he be coming to speak to us when he should have been leading the rest of his house? There was a look in his eye that I did not like. It frightened me terribly, and I even whispered such a thing to my mother, and she more than agreed. He was speaking oddly, almost fanatically, and tried to insist that we come with him, that my father was more than likely dead, and that it was the only way we would survive. I was half-hiding behind my mother at this point, and she was trying to make sense of what he was saying, trying to pry any answers out of him, and he indeed gave them to her, revealed that he had been the one that had sold out the city’s location. She outright refused to go with him, then, and we would have tried to run had he not been blocking our way. I was a rather small child, even for my age, and I could not do much when he rushed towards us suddenly and grabbed me. He held me in one arm and grabbed my mother’s wrist with his other hand, and dragged us out of our home and out onto one of the walls. We were screaming, struggling … making it as difficult for him as possible, but he was too strong for either of us to get away. I’m sure it got drowned out, as well, among the screaming and shouting of the other Gondolindrim, in fear and anguish, the warriors trying to hold back the enemy and varying in their success … but somehow my father - who was alive, even though Maeglin had tried to organize for him to be killed - did find us.

    Maeglin had decided that he was going to throw me over the wall and to my death, and make my mother watch as he did so. I have never seen her so angry, so protective … she fought him with all that she had in her, and it did buy us enough time for my father to arrive. He was equally as enraged, and in one last desperate attempt, Maeglin pulled a knife on me. I bit the hand that he held it in and it deflected into the coat of mail that my mother had draped over me before he found us. While he was dazed, I managed to slip out of his arms and to my mother, and we watched as my father grabbed Maeglin by the arm, breaking it with the force used, and flung him out over the wall and to his death like he had been intending to do to me. The city was doomed, we all knew it by that point. There would be no saving it, and all we could hope for was to save ourselves. Grandfather was dead, I knew that before we even got to the tunnel … I knew that a good majority of the population was dead. We managed to flee, certainly not unscathed, but we made it out alive and into the mountains. It took nearly a year of traveling, constant fear that the rest of Morgoth’s forces may find us again, that we had fled for nothing and were going to be caught … but it didn’t happen, and we came to the Havens of Sirion. The survivors from the kinslaying at Doriath had settled there, among some scattered survivors from other tragedies, and we joined them. For the rest of my childhood, at least, we had a relative peace. ❞

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“I take it that peace did not last.”

Arvo was saddened by the news of Maeglin’s fate - he was family still, and Arafinwë knew well that family was important, but not perfect. The boy had been so young, by elven standards. 

Perhaps it had been inevitable, though. Ingoldo remembered hazy dreams, of ruined cities, scattered people. Another casualty of the Doom of Mandos -  another cost of his brothers’ war. When would it be enough? When all their children, his children, and their families lay dead? When he alone of the line of Finwë remained? What would it take for the Valar to intervene?

Ah. But they had abandoned the elves who had turned their back on them. Elves who had been angry and grieving, and were angry and grieving still. Damn them, he thought, and Eru too, for letting so many die. For allowing such suffering - what father does not protect his children?

“You mother and father very brave. It is not easy to escape a city in chaos, let alone escape with a child.”

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“I…” Even having had more knowledge of the events than most others, Arvo had found it hard to read. His poor, dear sons. And the fate of hers is worse. Do not be selfish, Ingoldo. “It is not an easy read… He writes very honestly of the events in Middle-Earth, mostly those involving your sons. Not all of them behave… pleasantly. But I assure you, my eldest is nothing if not honest - you will find no bias.”

She nodded but did not open the letter, tucking it into the pocket of her apron after a long moment.

“I will not read it now,” she said. “The day is too young, and the mood too bright to be ruined yet. Will you come and have some tea with me? I wish to hear of Earwen–has she yet returned from her visit to her people?”

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“I would love to.” He nodded, “She hasn’t. But she writes.” The relationship between the two of them had become strained again with the return of their son - and, they had agreed, it was better for them to spend a little time apart. “She and Anairë send their regards. The two of them are visiting my in-laws.” I wish I could have gone with them.

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PSA

Just a notice to say I’m not going to be super active on here (in case you haven’t noticed.) I’m not abandoning this blog, but replies will be sporadic for the foreseeable future because I have so little muse. If you want to find me, I’ll most likely be on Beleg.

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Following the sound of her voice, Arvo appeared in the workshop doorway, leaning against the wall as he watched her work. “You are my sister, that is reason enough.” The King brushed his hair away from his face, stepping closer to show her the letter.

“Findaráto wrote this for you, and one for Anairë. He believed it was better, but if you do not want it, I cannot blame you.”

Her hands froze in her work, and her fingers were coated with clay as she reached and took the parchment from him. It was thick, and most certainly perfumed as well, judging by the flowery smell.

“What are the contents?” she asked, and her voice was soft. The temptation to open the letter was there, certainly, but greater than that was her apprehension. “I wish to know what the gist of it is before I read it. It may be…too much.”

“I...” Even having had more knowledge of the events than most others, Arvo had found it hard to read. His poor, dear sons. And the fate of hers is worse. Do not be selfish, Ingoldo. “It is not an easy read... He writes very honestly of the events in Middle-Earth, mostly those involving your sons. Not all of them behave... pleasantly. But I assure you, my eldest is nothing if not honest - you will find no bias.”

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Sickness Sentence Starters

“The doctor said to get plenty of bed rest.” “Did you take your medicine?” “You’re burning up!” “Do you want me to get you another blanket?” “If you’re not better by tomorrow, we’re going to the hospital.” “You’ve been sniffling for ten minutes. Just blow your nose!” “Let me feel your forehead.” “You just need to sleep this off.” “You can’t go out like this!” “Come on, you need to eat.” “Do you want me to make you some chicken soup?” “Maybe some steam will clear you up.” “Don’t worry, I’ll clean it up.” “I don’t think it’s allergies.” “Did you eat something weird?”

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Nolofinwe closed his eyes. This thought had passed his mind once, some time ago. “The Valar will not respond to it as fast as they should,” he replied. “And I doubt we could stop our brother and the rest - their minds are already made. And… I must confess I understand them too well. Arvo, majority of them doesn’t want to rebuild anything in Aman, they want to claim Middle-Earth again.” He looked at the map. “The war… It will take years for us to start a war against Morgoth. It will require tools and skills we must to gain,” he turned to look at his brother. “It is hard for me to keep myself calm and think straight, Arvo. I know many others need a long, tiring walk to clear their minds. I understand your worries, they are logical. Yet we cannot stand in one place and let the Valar do things - decide - for us.”

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“I disagree. What harm have the Valar ever caused us? They do what they must to protect us, brother. We cannot win against Morgoth. For all his evil, he is clever. He is better equipped, he has forces we cannot hope to muster in so short a time.” Arvo looked pained, bowing his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Fëanaro is willing to abandon his wife, and brag his children into war. No one should be so willing to go to war.”