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“It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end… because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing… this shadow. Even darkness must pass.”
The time of the Elves is over — my people are leaving these shores. Who will you look to when we’ve gone? The Dwarves? They hide in their mountains seeking riches — they care nothing for the troubles of others.
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𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘌𝘭𝘧 (𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦). 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘴.
𝘐 𝘨𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘳, 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺. 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴.
𝘋𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦.
𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘴.
𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯.
"We are nearly there," said Finarfin. He pulled Findaráto - Finrod, he reminded himself, I must remember, Finrod - into a one-armed hug. He could not stop sneaking glances at his son. His son, his grown son! His returned son!
Finrod was quieter within himself than of old, and his smile was a little lopsided; but he was bright and tall, and gentle, and he raised one eyebrow whenever he had a question in the quizzical manner that was Eärwen’s, and sometimes as they walked he tapped one finger upon his cheekbone absent-mindedly in just the way he had done as a child, and Finarfin’s heart ached with loss and joy both.
He opened the little gate and led the way down the familiar winding path. He and Eärwen had decided, long ago, that it was necessary to have a little space from the palace on occasion - both palaces - and so they kept a small house a little outside Tirion. It was to the door of this house that he led Finrod. He and Eärwen had not wanted to have the duties of rule interfering with this first reunion with their son; nor had they thought that the bustle of palace life would be good for one so newly returned. So it was just them, and Hueleni, who were there awaiting Finrod.
They had found, for the Returned, that too many crowds too early could be painful, even alarming. Finarfin had thought with a pang of his gregarious, kind firstborn, and hoped he would not be lonely. Now, feeling his son lean on him, hesitating before the door, he was glad of the decision.
He fumbled for the keys. Behind the door, Hueleni barked.
"Ah!" Finarfin said, smiling. He remembered Finrod’s tiny sticky hands entangled in the ears of their little dog Aranel, an Age and a half past; then Findaráto, tall and princely, abandoning dignity to chase Aranel down the beach of Alqualondë. "Our new dog, Hueleni. You will like her, I am sure -"
He paused. The warm weight of Finrod upon his shoulder had frozen; and when he turned about his son’s face was bone-white.
"Are you alright?" asked Finarfin in alarm. "Is it too hot? We can go inside -"
"No," said Finrod breathlessly. He was backing away, shaking his head. "No, not - inside -"
"What is wrong -" Finarfin began to ask. Then he knew. He remembered the whispers that had spread throughout the refugee camps, the ragged recruits who had come to join the armies of the Valar: the Lord Felagund’s father; what kind of Elda must he be, to have raised such a king; and no wonder he has gone to war, for his son died so terribly - the wolves -
He had been so stupid. So terribly, irredeemably - foolish -
He reached out. Uselessly, stupidly; his son had not taken his hand on that terrible dark day so many years ago, and he would not take it now -
In the next breath his hand was left hanging uselessly; Finrod’s arms were flung about his neck, his son’s head buried in his shoulder, and Finarfin returned the embrace as fiercely as if by doing so he could tear Finrod from chains that had been broken long ago.
In today's episode of randomly going on about a character for hours, let's talk about the father of daddy issues after Melkor, Fingolfin.
He's usually deemed as sensible and levelheaded and Ned Stark because he usually stands in contrast with Fëanor.
But this is the guy who made his people cross miles of uncrossable grinding ice to get back at his brother. & single-handedly challenged and fought Satan.
I mean, yeah you could say he's fairly sensible and levelheaded and in my humble opinion, the kingliest character. but he's also more like Fëanor than anyone likes to admit and he's full of pent-up rage obviously. I think he was much more stable than Fëanor because he still had his mother and was close to his siblings. (Lalwen and Finarfin at least.).
And I don't think he loved Fëanor. I don't think he liked him. I think he hated him with a passion. Even before the Helcaraxë incident.
He did go to Finwë behind Fëanor's back. I would say he was just concerned about what Fëanor was doing but didn't want to confront him out of fear that Fëanor would react the exact way he eventually did if it wasn't for this line :' If thou dost not now repent of it, two sons at least thou hast to honour thy words.' & then yes, he did say "Thou shalt lead and I will follow." But it took him seconds to go from that to "Fingolfin and Turgon his son therefore spoke against Fëanor, and fierce words awoke, so that once again wrath came near to the edge of swords." And eventually, yes, he did 'follow Fëanor' to Middle-earth. Except that he didn't do it with the intention of 'following Fëanor'. He : 1.didn't want to give the kingship to him. And 2.wanted to go after Fëanor's life after Helcaraxë. "he marched against his wisdom, because Fingon his son so urged him, and because he would not be sundered from his people that were eager to go, nor leave them to the rash counsels of Fëanor."
It is outright said that "they grew proud and jealous each of his rights and his possessions. Then Melkor set new lies abroad in Eldamar". It wasn't just Fëanor. But Fingolfin too.
He had probably grown up looking up to Fëanor, seeking his attention and validation & respect and high opinion & love. Only to get disdain in return. So as he grew up, & this continued, all those feelings in time, turned to hatred.
He also saw how Finwë loved Fëanor and his older brother was the apple of his father's eyes. And admired by everyone. He wasn't like Finarfin who didn't have a competitive nature and had inner peace and could ignore Fëanor & Finwë and escape their home's tense atmosphere by going to the Teleri. Fingolfin in his nature was more like Fëanor. And at that early age, he wanted to be like Fëanor. To also be loved by Finwë. He wanted Finwë's and Fëanor's love and respect. He tried his best to get it. To prove to those two that he could be like Fëanor.
He wasn't a prodigy like Fëanor. He wasn't a scientist, an inventor, artist, linguist and or a historian. But he was a great diplomat. A great ruler. A great political mind. People loved him. He wished his father and brother would see it. But they didn't. He found the confirmation and love he didn't get from Finwë and Fëanor among his people. So he loved them back. He tried to listen to them. To make them happy. To be a good king. For he wanted to become a king. It was something he was really good at. Much better than Finwë or Fëanor if he said so himself. The love and respect and loyalty of all those people was a testament to that. He was made to be a king.
The things Melkor told him, against his better judgment, fanned the flames.
When Finwë took Fëanor's side after he drew a sword on Fingolfin, it was the final, deciding action for Fingolfin. It was the "is that so?" moment for him.
He had always felt like Finwë was more Fëanor's dad than his or his siblings'. But at that point, it was no secret. There was no more need for facades.
He could dislike Finwë in peace. Both on behalf of himself, and his mother. Whose heart Finwë also broke.
You see, I think all Fëanor's sons, including the married ones, followed him into exile, both out of loyalty & love & bc leaving him alone in that situation would have looked bad, AND bc had they stayed, they would have to take the kingship and that would have been disrespectful to Fëanor & Finwë.
Fingolfin stayed, took the kingship, flourished, had the time of his life, people also loved him & it seemed like he refused to give it up.
Yes, he says he'll forgive Fëanor. But I don't think it's out of love. He has won. Fëanor is banished. He's disgraced. There's no point in not forgiving him. Fingolfin is the king now. Not forgiving Fëanor only creates more unnecessary animosity between Fëanor and Finwë and Fëanor's followers & Fingolfin. & Fingolfin is a sensible man. If drama can be avoided, it should be. & Fingolfin is a great diplomat. He knows how to save face. And deep inside, even though he hates Fëanor, he still wants him to like & respect him. Very, very deep inside, he still wants them to be friends. That unanswered need never goes away. It just adds to the pile of pent-up rage inside him.
I think he's quite forgiving. He shows it both here and later after Maedhros repents. Even though in both cases it's the sensible thing to do & he seems like the winner in both situations, if you consider the emotional damage, forgiving them takes effort.
& we've already talked about why Fingolfin followed Fëanor to ME.
Eventually, he got to ME victorious. He got to the gates of Angband. He finally got the kingship. But it came at the cost of his son's life, his grandchild being left motherless, lots of his people, who trusted & followed him, dying on the ice. Leaving him with lots of doubts about his decision. And Fëanor was dead. He wasn't there to see his victory. To admit defeat. He got the kingship from his beaten and defeated son. Fëanor's sons were never his rivals. Least of all now, in the pathetic state they were in. It wasn't the grand finale he expected. But he accepts it. It's his due. His right. His wergild.
(The theme of price & cost is an ongoing one in Tolkien's legenderium. One day I'll write an essay about it.)
He's good as a king. He's excellent. His people love him. He makes many alliances. His relationship with his older brother's family is mended. (He finds respect for his eldest nephew, Maedhros.) His lands prosper. He wins all his battles.
Until he doesn't. He loses his daughter. & then everything burns. The flames come suddenly and they take his nephews with them. He can't get to his remaining nephews. He doesn't know how they are. He just knows that the flames are burning everything. And they seem to burn forever.
And finally, he burns too. With an all-consuming flame born of all the rage that's been building up within him for ages.
And finally, when the fire bathes him & all is burnt and turned to ashes, the ashes can fly freely with the wind.
Understanding Fëanor’s perspective on the Oath of Fëanor
I read clothonono post and I do agree that the Oath of Fëanor was not made with reclamation of the Silmarils in mind. Before the Oath’s unfortunate escalation, the Oath of Fëanor was made by Fëanor for the purpose of avenging Finwë. I submit my case with paragraphs from The Silmarillion.
Of the Flight of the Noldor, p. 84
Then Fëanor ran from the Ring of Doom, and fled into the night; for his father was dearer to him than the Light of Valinor or the peerless works of his hands; and who among sons, of Elves or of Men, have held their fathers of greater worth?
The only context that Fëanor had at the time of Finwë’s murder was that:
1) Melkor slew Finwë, but Melkor was not alone. Of the Flight of the Noldor, p. 83, emphasis mine
But even as Nienna mourned, there came messengers from Formenos, and they were Noldor and bore new tidings of evil. For they told how a blind Darkness came northward, and in the midst walked some power for which there was no name, and the Darkness issued from it. But Melkor also was there, and he came to the house of Fëanor, and there he slew Finwë King of the Noldor before his doors, and spilled the first blood in the Blessed Realm
2) Melkor took the Silmarils, among other jewels. Of the Flight of the Noldor, p. 83
And they told that Melkor had broken the stronghold of Formenos, and taken all the jewels of the Noldor that were hoarded in that place; and the Silmarils were gone.
Thus, Fëanor had all rights to suspect that Melkor may not have been working alone when “a blind Darkness came” but Fëanor did not have any clue who was with Melkor. Not only that, Yavanna had just asked for the Silmarils, and before Fëanor could answer, Tulkas prepositioned the idea that no one should deny Yavanna!
Of the Flight of the Noldor, p. 83, emphasis mine
Then Manwë spoke and said: ‘Hearest thou, Fëanor son of Finwë, the words of Yavanna? Wilt thou grant what she would ask?’ There was long silence, but Fëanor answered no word. Then Tulkas cried: ‘Speak, O Noldo, yea or nay! But who shall deny Yavanna? And did not the light of the Silmarils come from her work in the beginning?’
It seemed to him that he was beset in a ring of enemies, and the words of Melkor returned to him, saying that the Silmarils were not safe, if the Valar would possess them. ‘And is he not Vala as are they,’ said his thought, ‘and does he not understand their hearts? Yea, a thief shall reveal thieves!’ Then he cried aloud: ‘This thing I will not do of free will. But if the Valar will constrain me, then shall I know indeed that Melkor is of their kindred.’
Before Finwë’s murder, Fëanor believes that the Valar all support each other, even Melkor. Tulkas expects Fëanor to just roll over for Yavanna’s request, just because she is a Vala. Then, Melkor slays Finwë and Fëanor names him Morgoth. Worst, the Valar’s narrative being focused on the Silmarils’ Light instead of Finwë’s murder, though unspoken, was clearly understood by Fëanor due to their prior self entitlement regarding the Silmarils, and inaction regarding Finwë’s murder.
Alas! The Valar want the Silmarils for their Light, and Melkor (Morgoth) actually took the Silmarils! Had Melkor (Morgoth) not been chained before? And if Morgoth were to come under the Valar’s arrest once more, would the Valar then come into possession of the Silmarils finally? Furthermore, as mentioned, Fëanor knows that some being was working with Morgoth, but he knows not who. Fëanor does not know Morgoth wants sole possession of the Silmarils, or if the Silmarils would change hands. However, the matter of the Silmarils pale in comparison to his father Finwë!
Of the Flight of the Noldor, p. 84
Then Fëanor ran from the Ring of Doom, and fled into the night; for his father was dearer to him than the Light of Valinor or the peerless works of his hands; and who among sons, of Elves or of Men, have held their fathers of greater worth?
Fëanor made the Oath of Fëanor for the sole purpose of killing Morgoth, to avenge Finwë’s death. The Oath was worded in such a way that whoever touched the Silmarils would be killed. There is thus no loophole or any universe in which Morgoth could live after the slaughter of Finwë, even if Morgoth gave back the Silmarils, even if Morgoth was arrested and chained once more and the Silmarils are no longer in his possession. None shall defend him from Fëanor, and Fëanor’s kin.
( bonus DLC: the sons of Fëanor could prevent more murders by taking back the Silmarils )
The Death of Fingon by Jenny Dolfen
At last Fingon stood alone with his guard dead about him; and he fought with Gothmog, until another Balrog came behind and cast a thong of fire about him. Then Gothmog hewed him with his black axe, and a white flame sprang up from the helm of Fingon as it was cloven. Thus fell the High King of the Noldor; and they beat him into the dust with their maces; and his banner, blue and silver, they trod into the mire of his blood. — Of the Fifth Battle: Nirnaeth Arnoediad
Fëanor tells all of his kids how much they look like Miriel.
They do not.
Maybe there's a touch of her in Maedhros's calm grey eyes -- but Miriel's, all say, had been sparkling as the leaves of Telperion, her gaze constantly flitting from one thing to the next, as though in search for someone who was not there. No, Maedhros has his mother's level gaze, her manner of holding eye contact a moment too long.
Maybe there's something of her in the delicately carved features of Maglor's face -- he resembles her in the way all beautiful people resemble each other, in a certain sharpness and cohesiveness of features. There might be something of her curls in his loose waves. but no single feature can be said to have come from her -- not his lips nor his nose, nor even his long, arrow-straight eyelashes.
Celegorm finally gives Fëanor something. His hair is silver, only a shade darker than his grandmother's had been. When he is young the softness in his features almost passes for likeness; but he grows broad-shouldered and heavyset, where his grandmother had been petite and light; his hands are quick but huge, his fingers thick. If he resembles anyone, he resembles Mahtan. His brothers tease him about growing a beard. Fëanor quietly mourns that might have been.
Caranthir looks like his mother. That is inarguable; all who see him comment on it. It is the dark brown hair, a trace of red visible yet under bright treelight, the square face, the rounded nose. Fëanor loves sees Nerdanel in him and loves her. But his eyebrows, he says, his eyebrows are just as Miriel's had been -- if you ignore the shape of the arch and the particular set over the eyes.
Curufin looks just like his father. Proud, tall Fëanor-- Fëanor who looks so much like Finwë. When he grows older he will have Miriel's height, and nothing else. Not her chin, not her jaw -- not her eyes or her nose or her lips. He joins Fëanor in the workshop. He has no patience for fabric craft.
Fëanor holds his twins in his arms, looking over their sleeping faces with horrible desperation. He sees her in their curls, he thinks, in the constellations of freckles over their noses. But no-- no. Those are Nerdanel's freckles. His father's curls, just as obvious in the descendants of Indis as in his own family. Even here, she has left him.
There are stories of those who had died in the old world, before any of the elves had come to Aman, born again. They come back to their families in spirit, people say, as babes newborn upon this fair land, but their parents know them and rejoice.
The house is full of children's laughter. Nerdanel, more precious to him than any other, is tired. He cannot have more children only to sate his grief, only to look for a silver-headed, quick-eyed girl who shall not come.
Telufinwë, he names his youngest, and thinks of him as his last abandonment.
Fingon and Maglor parallels though, the way their Quenya names (Findekáno and Kanafinwë) so obviously mirror each other – and which of them is the elder? – and how Fingon dies tragically trying to do the right thing and Maglor survives having done nothing but the wrong thing, the way both their character arcs are so inextricable from Maedhros!! The way Maglor failed to rescue Maedhros and Fingon managed it! The fact that they’ve both been (kind of, acting at least) High Kings of the Noldor and they’re both noted to play the harp! The undeniable fact that Fingon’s death is what causes Maedhros to become the terrible person he becomes, that Fingon made Maedhros better, and Maglor never stopped him from becoming worse. The way they bookend Maedhros’ story actually – his first line in the published silm being his mention of Fingon at Losgar, and his last being spoken to Maglor. The fact that he loved them both, and that didn’t save anyone.
Feanor had a complicated relationship with Indis’ children, but I do firmly believe it was that: complicated. Not cut-and-dry antagonism and opposition. Why? Because I think the story characterizes Feanor as someone to whom family is extremely important. I think in other circumstances (ie: if Miriel had been the one birthing his siblings), he might have been delighted to be a big brother.
Feanor is obsessed with his mother’s legacy, not just as it pertains to his own legitimacy, but for her sake; his grief over her loss is arguably a catalyst for much of his behavior. He adores his father ( “…his father was dearer to him than the Light of Valinor or the peerless works of his hands; and who among sons, of Elves or of Men, have held their fathers of greater worth?” Of the Flight of the Noldor; The Silmarillion). He married his wife in defiance of the expectations of the Noldor and hers was some of the only counsel he would take. He had seven children among a people who conceive only by choice, and named them all after Finwe.
Clearly family is really important to Feanor.
Therefore I do believe that despite his negative associations with his half-siblings, there was affection there. There were times they got along and he did things with/for them and maybe even times he would admit to enjoying having them around, but he could never get over his insecurity over what they represented (Indis’ attempted usurpation of his and his mother’s positions, in his mind) or his resentment about his father’s remarriage to have a more positive, less complicated relationship with them.
House Feanor/Feanorians-「Promises」
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Five years have passed since I gathered brothers together. Now time to talk has come.
I am calling out feanorians, calling my First House. My winged, beautiful, undefeated, my heavens warriors. Those who laughs holding a sword in their hands. Those whose fire burning in the chest unlike in the chests of others. Calling you. Come to me of your own free will and you will get something you haven’t dreamt of.
“Do not talk to me of dragon fire! I know its wrath and ruin.” THRANDUIL
It's January 3, and since today is the birthday of the legendary J.R.R Tolkien, I saw it fit to post this.. I just think we should take a moment to appreciate this guy even more..
Let’s start with The Silmarillion.
If this book would be turned into a tv series, a lot of people would be pissed. Because many characters die, including Fëanor who is introduced as a main character. The number of major characters in the Silmarillion who meet their tragic end is greater than the number of major characters in AS0IAF who meet their end. The Silmarillion is an ongoing tale of blood, torture, gruesome deaths, painful deaths, unbreakable dooms, betrayal, back stabbing, more torture and gruesome deaths. When I first read Silm, I was still thinking about Tolkien as that jolly old man who wrote Bilbo. And I was shocked.!
Yet, Tolkien still knew how to touch and highlight themes such as hope and love, and how these two help the characters overcome their fears and struggles and get through the dark times they’re living in. The Silmarillion is a story about hope.
The Hobbit
Yes, that funny little adventure with that funny little man who meets trolls and goblins and Elves and dwarves and finds a magic ring.
Should I remind you that that Dwarf whose goal was to reclaim his homeland and his crown died? Yes, he died. But as tragic as it was, his death made sense. He allowed his greed for gold overwhelm and control him. He almost killed Bilbo because of it. This is how Tolkien punished his moment of weakness. But it made sense.
I cried when Thorin bade farewell to Bilbo, I cry again every time I see it in the movie, but this…. makes sense. Compelling arc? Tolkien knows how to write it.
And now
The Lord of The Rings
Should….we….remind…you….that jolly old Tolkien….named his magnum opus…after the….you know?…the villain?
Tolkien wrote about very bad people and wrote about very dark times, and throughout the trilogy you have this constant feeling of hopelessless in front of Sauron’s almost allmight. Yet:
"The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater."
》 Tolkien deserve all the praise for:
1. Touching the importance of love, and not the romantic love (because the romance is more hinted and not even a secondary love), But the love between friends, the support which rekindles your hope, and ignites your courage, the courage to fight for your friends and for a better life, the love for your world and your wish to make it better.
2. Writing female characters properly!!!!! The product of his age as he was, he goddamn knew how to write women who are both feminine and strong, who also fight in battle or rule the household, women who have power and they are acknowledged as such.
The most prayed-to god is a godess - Varda, a woman. Galadriel and Melian are women who are held in more reverance than their male partners. Eowyn is strong both at home, when she is the beacon of hope for her people, and on the battlefield, when she kills the FUCKING Witch King of Angmar (and this was FORSHADOWED btw).
Also, no focus on male gaze and no objectifying. The romance is written as it should be written - a union of the soul, more than anything.
Also also, he wrote friendship between men, friendship that became love, love between comrades, forced to fight and suffer together. But they can also be read as romance. • Look me in the eyes and tell me that Gimli and Legolas cannot be read as romance • They can! You can interpret them as such and not be wrong! And this sort of love is valued above everything!!!!
3. Aragorn struggles for almost 70 years to reclaim his ancestor’s throne and he proves his worth fighting and almost sacrificing himself in the War. But after Sauron is defeated, the people accept them as king. Because he saved them from destruction, Because he almost sacrificed himself for them.
4. And last, but not the least, for writing a real bittersweet ending.
Frodo, the main character, is so broken after fulfilling his quest, that he leaves Middle-Earth for Valinor, the earthly paradise, which is a symbolism of death:
"….I have been too deeply hurt, Sam. I tried to save the Shire, and it has been saved, but not for me. It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: someone has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them. But you are my heir: all that I had and might have had I leave to you. And also you have Rose, and Elanor; and Frodo-lad will come, and Rosie-lass, and Merry, and Goldilocks, and Pippin; and perhaps more that I cannot see. Your hands and your wits will be needed everywhere. You will be the Mayor, of course, as long as you want to be, and the most famous gardener in history; and you will read things out of the Red Book, and keep alive the memory of the age that is gone, so that people will remember the Great Danger, and so love their beloved land all the more. And that will keep you as busy and as happy as anyone can be, as long as your part in the Story goes on."
"How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand… there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep, that have taken hold."
So, dear shitty writers who compare your work with Tolkien’s (and with the movies; Because with all their faults, the movies, in the end, did highlight Tolkien’s message: hope )
𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜 𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕡𝕒𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕠𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕖𝕟’𝕤, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟’𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕡𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.
John Ronald Reuel Tolkien is the ONLY fantasy king I acknowledge.
On that note, I think part of the reason Feanor avoids Tirion is because he physically cannot stand to watch Fingolfin and Finarfin just... Casually having a mother. How dare they walk the streets together when he can't. He doesn't love Miriel less than Fingolfin and Finarfin love Indis, it's not fair that they can just give her jewelry and laugh with her and introduce their children to her. It's bad enough that they have a living mother, do they have to show her off*, really?
* show her off = exist in Feanor's field of vision at a given time
Maedhros: I swear, I’m the only one here with a braincell
Caranthir, Maglor, Amrod, Amras, Celegorm and Curufin: ALL HAIL THE KEEPER OF THE SACRED BRAINCELL
