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Navigation & My Fics | EclecticKefi
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Heyo, tumblr people. I’m Kefi, a casual fic writer.
This pinned post has the tags I use for this sideblog, along with some of my ao3 works and a Q&A of questions that are somewhat relevant.
Nauglamir.
A necklace was made for Finrod Felagund, king of Nargothrond. This epic device made all of its owners especially beautiful. But Finrod was beautiful by his own.
So, I tried to create this theme and show you how it maibe looks like
wire mother maedhros who doesn’t like you and isn’t nice to you but wants you to be strong and will give you the tools to become so vs. cloth mother maglor who loves you and dotes on you but wants you to stay weak and infantilized and unable to ever leave (you are elrond and elros and your real parents are never coming back)
The way Legolas and Arwen approach falling in love with a mortal is really, really funny to me because
Arwen: I will give up my immortality, and my chance to see my mother and father again, because I would rather die with you than live forever after you’re gone.
Legolas, building a ship: Hey Gimli have you ever heard of this little thing called breaking and entering because we’re going to do it to heaven.
Lúthien versus Idril
Had a vivid dream that I was witnessing Maglor son of Fëanor composing the Noldolantë and I feel it's important to convey that the Noldolantë is actually a Hamilton-style rap musical and that's probably why Tolkien didn't want to write it down
Because it's been haunting me all morning, this is the one line I remember:
"we're elves, but men want to replace us / you didn't hear it here, but daddy's a little bit racist"
The second part of it addressed to the audience with a co-conspiratorial air, probably to cue laughter. I think some historical texts should remain lost
I love thinking about the actual fortress of Angband as a horror, as a monster in itself.
Its very foundations shift and grown as the mountains struggle to accommodate it. Doors vanish, the passages are deliberately designed to be disorienting and, as I talked about on my time and space in captivity post, only a few beings have any extensive knowledge of the fortress’s plans.
Many of the denizens can traverse easily in the dark so entire sections of the fortress have no need for lighting. Prisoners sometimes wander for days or weeks in the darkness there and the isolation and despair this invokes means it is sometimes deliberately used as a punishment
The deepest caverns are as gaping maws and more than a few are swallowed by them. Rumors and horror tales of dangers beyond the denizens of the fortress travel around the prisoners but also among the soldiers and higher ups.
Angband will eat you alive, will trap you in its walls like a fly in amber…
Even Melkor does not know all its secrets, especially about the caves that predate his arrival to the Ered Engrin.
I love that it’s canon that Melkor eventually stopped caring about the loss of the Silmaril, but while the text marks this as happening after the destruction of Gondolin, I think it’s safe to say he came to that realization much earlier, at least after Thingol’s death.
He didn’t attack Luthien and Beren while they possessed the Silmaril, nor did he pursue Dior, or later Elwing after her father’s death. And it makes sense: he knew about the Oath and he wanted the Feanorians to do the work for him. He wanted to see elves slaying other elves, which was both practical and immensely satisfying to him. And it seems all of these factors were much more important than reclaiming ownership of the jewel.
I know he still had two other Silmarils, and yes, perhaps if he had lost all three, he would have acted differently. But I still like thinking about it, because it’s yet another proof that Melkor was intelligent, calculating, and very cunning. He was capable of thinking several steps ahead, rather than being driven by emotions or his greed, as he is often portrayed in fanon.
Exactly because of all the points you made, I always assumed that, after a strong initial reaction when he realized the Silmaril was taken, Melkor just got his head in the game, evaluated all the courses of action he might follow and was ultimately very calculating and level-headed. Otherwise the story would have probably gone very differently.
A dog and his master.
I visited the tiny, lovely Prague Tolkien con, and I was so inspired by the people there that....I started sketching Silmarillion scenes once again. So here goes Ancalagon the Black ♥
Ancalagon the Black and Eärendil's tiny ship Vingilot (shining from the Silmaril) during the War of Wrath
Firmly of the opinion that Elrond iconography is a mainstay of Middle-earth's art history/visual culture. Greco-roman style Numenorian statues of the Immortal Brother, pietá of him and Elros with Elrond as the Mother Mary figure cradling his dead twin's body, paintings of him as an ugly medieval-esque baby, one hundred million depictions of the abduction by Maglor and Maedhros, rough stone/wood figurines from Mannish villages where Elrond passed by a couple hundred years ago and cured the plague and has now become a folkloric god.
All this to say, the biggest collector of all this Elrond memorabilia is, in fact, Maglor, and once Elrond sails its value shoots up and he rakes in a fortune re-selling pieces to collectors and antique dealers. Arwen figures out pretty quickly who this mysterious beach-bum bard with an enormous collection of her father's merch is and she's seething. She thinks it's so crass and distasteful but she can't do anything about it because unfortunately, Maglor's biggest buyer is none other than Aragorn himself.
actually it remains patently insane to me that it's a fact that thingol and melian are just out there in valinor and very much have the capacity if not the desire to create more unprecedented part-elf part-cosmic demiurge babies. and it remains a very amusing headcanon of mine that everyone including the valar are perpetually uneasy whenever they witness or hear about thingol and melian getting canoodly with each other because everybody fears the seismic waves another demigod gremlin will make in the fabric of arda. like luthien already shattered the ceiling with enough force to atomize the pieces left in her wake, please do not subject the world to the chaos and confusion of a little sibling thingol and melian listen to us look here you two PLEASE
more seriously, i think they might joke about or seriously discuss it but at the end of the day they don't want to have any more kids. it's not just that the creation of another such being is too taxing on their spirits, but also that they understand that deep down they would be looking for their daughter and trying to fill the hole she left in their hearts, and that wouldn't be fair to her nor to the hypothetical child
in the forge
Thinking about the more uncanny magic of the Girdle of Melian
Melian served in the gardens of Estë which are within Irmo’s domain and I’ve long had the thought that a similar magic that surrounds the gardens of Lórien is imbued in the Girdle.
I imagine the outskirts of the Girdle as disorienting, its borders mostly invisible though with some distortions of light in places that you can see if you look closely.
Strange lights can lead you astray and stepping upon certain rocks or patches of moss can render you witless, like in faerie stories of creatures that take the shape of plants or stones to bewitch unwary travelers who trod upon them
There does seem to be basis in canon for this too; in The Children of Húrin, when young Túrin and his guardians, Gethron and Grithnir, make it to Doriath, they are able to enter the girdle however they become “enmeshed in the mazes of the queen”. They would have starved if they hadn’t been found by marchwardens.
I’ve speculated before on the strange and dangerous effects of Ungoliant and her spawn upon the Ered Gorgoroth and Nan Dungortheb, the mountains and valley where she was said to live in Beleriand, on how pools of water become poisonous and stinging webs snare victims and even the geography itself is haunted. I think the Girdle, located just south of Nan Dungortheb, should have its own uncanny, sometimes terrible power.
“Thus it was in Gondolin; and amid all the bliss of that realm, while its glory lasted, a dark seed of evil was sown.”
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Fingolfin!! for @southaway 's dtiys!!!! (I love the way you draw clothes, but after doing these "flowers", I understood they are too much for me. Like, how do you even do it???)
Was really encouraged by seeing this entry by silmalope. (They sure can draw clothes)
brothers
Aredhel and Maeglin running away from Eöl