So, I wonder if anyone’s around...

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So, I wonder if anyone’s around...
Fingolfin was his father’s son, tall, dark, and proud, as were most of the Noldor, and in the end in spite of the enmity between him and Fëanor he joined with full will in the rebellion and the exile, though he continued to claim the kingship of all the Noldor.
Shibboleth of Fëanor, The Peoples of Middle Earth (via hereff)
Tolkien: Fingolfin again by =AlaisL
'…the rocks rang with the shrill music of Fingolfin's horn, and his voice cam keen and clear down into the depths of Angband: and Fingolfin named Morgoth craven, and lord of slaves. Therefore Morgoth came, climbing slowly from his subterranean throne, and the rumour of his feet was like thunder underground. And he issued forth clad in black armour; and he stood before the King like a tower, iron-crowned, and his vast shield, sable unblazoned, cast a shadow over him like a stormcloud. But Fingolfin gleamed beneath it as a star; for his mail was overlaid with silver, and his blue shield was set with crystals; and he drew his sword Ringil, that glittered like ice.' - Of the Ruin of Beleriand, The Silmarillion.
Fingolfin and Morgoth, by Catherine Chmiel
Fingolfin vs Morgoth by ~mattleese87
Finwe trying to calm Feanor down, with lonely Fingolfin in the background, waiting for his father to realize that perhaps he would like to be in the right for once in Finwe’s eyes…
Inspired by Lintamande’s recent Nelyafinwe fic that we’ve all been passing around. :)
'But the children of Indis were great and glorious, and their children also; and if they had not lived the history of the Eldar would have been diminished.' - Of Fëanor, The Silmarillion.
Fingolfin and Finarfin, by Soraco
'Then Morgoth hurled aloft Grond, the Hammer of the Underworld, and swung it down like a bolt of thunder. But Fingolfin sprang aside, and Grond rent a mighty pit in the earth, whence smoke and fire darted. Many times Morgoth essayed to smite him, and each time Fingolfin leaped away, as a lightning shoots from under a dark cloud…' - Of the Ruin of Beleriand, The Silmarillion
Fingolfin and Morgoth, by Alexey Buteev
Once wide and smooth a plain was spread, where King Fingolfin proudly led his silver armies on the green, his horses white, his lances keen; his helmets tall of steel were hewn, his shields were shining as the moon. There trumpets sang both long and loud, and challenge rang unto the cloud that lay on Morgoth’s northern tower, while Morgoth waited for his hour.
Lay of Leithian Canto XI from The Lays of Beleriand (HoME III)
Fingolfin challenges Melkor to single combat before the gates of Angband.
Wrong Turn, by PeteAmachree
Then Fingolfin beheld (as it seemed to him) the utter ruin of the Noldor, and the defeat beyond redress of all their houses, and filled with wrath and despair he mounted upon Rochallor his great horse and rode forth alone, and none might restrain him. He passed over Dor-nu-Fauglith like a wind amid the dust, and all that beheld his onset fled in amaze, thinking that Oromë himself was come: for a great madness of rage was upon him, so that his eyes shone like the eyes of the Valar.’ - Of the Ruin of Beleriand, The Silmarillion
Fingolfin and Rochallor, by Catherine Chmiel
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Fingolfin and Finarfin sketches.
Songs for Ñolofinwë Aracáno, the second son of Finwë. A valiant hero who faced Morgoth in single combat for his people.
i. Iron - Woodkid ii. Waiting for the End - Linkin Park iii. The King and All of HIs Men - Wolf Gang iv. I will (cover) - Matchbox Twenty (someone did a cover of their song) v. Let it Die - Three Days Grace vi. Iridescent - Linkin Park vii. Fingolfin - Lind Erebros viii. Awake - Electric Guest ix. Enjoy the Silence - Anberlin x. Miracle Mile - Cold War Kids xi. How Far We’ve Come - Matchbox Twenty
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'Fingolfin bowed before Finwë, and without word or glance to Fëanor he went from the chamber. But Fëanor followed him, and at the door of the king's house he stayed him; and the point of his bright sword he set against Fingolfin's breast. “See half-brother!” he said. “This is sharper than thy tongue. Try but once more to usurp my place and the love of my father, and maybe it will rid the Noldor of one who seeks to be the master of thralls.”' - Of the Silmarils, The Silmarillion.
[I sense the diplomatic process is beginning to break down]
Fëanor and Fingolfin, by Catherine Chmiel
Fingolfin was his father’s son, tall, dark, and proud, as were most of the Noldor, and in the end in spite of the enmity between him and Fëanor he joined with full will in the rebellion and the exile, though he continued to claim the kingship of all the Noldor.
Shibboleth of Fëanor, The Peoples of Middle Earth (via hereff)