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HAPPY BIRTHDAY 2 ARMY OF DARKNESS WOOOOOO
This movie like. Genuinely changed my brain chemistry for the better.
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your veins are empty of dust
Nerdanel stays behind and sculpts. Also on AO3. Title from The Amazing Devil's King.
1.
There is no need for statues to remember, in a world that doesn’t forget.
Nerdanel likes to carve birds and rabbits and flowers and leaves. Transitory wonders. When she is commissioned to sculpt people, she shapes new features, never before seen, or she captures the ever-changing fánas of barely-there Maiar.
She has hanged painted portraits and sketches of her children at various stages of growing all over the house, but no marble likeness.
They are right here to look at, after all.
2.
After Alqualondë, Nerdanel retreats from the world.
The darkness and the absence permeate everything. Elves discover the grief of impermanence. In Tirion, there is no court left to appear at, no councils to lead, no strolls to take at the end of the day to admire the Mingling. No news from the ones who have left.
Anairë finds her late one day in her workshop, surrounded by slabs of stone larger than her. She is hammering forcefully at one of them, the barest hints of an elven shape already taking form in the marble. Bitter, stinging tears run down her cheeks and into her collar, and her arms ache with exhaustion.
The body is only barely sketched, but the face is already chiselled, smooth curves and angular cheekbones.
Fëanáro emerges out of the marble, looking like he’s about to take life.
(Across the sea, her sons lead a funeral.)
Hey so I haven't been here for a WHILE teehee, I've been busy with school and stuff .
However I started creating jewelry (macrame jewelry to be exact). It would be lovely if anyone reblogged this post for some exposure.
I sell my stuff on Instagram : @/macrame.kafes.kai.kotes
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“you need to work on your character flaws.”
“what character flaws?”
— Feanor of the Noldor, probably
Strange isn't it? How one object could be responsible for creating so much beauty.
And so much pain.
Melkor: Here is a strong place, and well guarded; but think not that the Silmarils will lie safe in any treasury within the realm of the Valar!
Feänor: *looks intensely at Melkor*
Feänor: GET THEE GONE FROM MY GATE, THOU JAIL-CROW OF MANDOS!
Feänor: *shuts the doors of his house in the face of the mightiest of the dwellers of Eä*
Melkor: *stares at the doors and being angry as fuck*
Melkor: OPEN THE DOOR OR...I AM GOING TO THROW ROCKS THROUGH YOUR WINDOW, YOU DUMB WHORE
I’ve always had this little headcanon that all the sons of Fëanor have necklaces with Fëanorian stars as pendants. Their father made them for them when they were born. Reminders that they were princes of a mighty line, and should carry themselves with that knowledge. They wear them every day. When Amras dies, Amrod takes it and wears it alongside his own, in memory of his fallen twin. When the three C’s are killed, Maedhros takes theirs before they’re buried, and wears them, too. He takes both from Amrod after his death, as well. And in the end, when he decides he can’t go on any more, he leaves them on the last ledge before the lip of the crater, lined up side by side, one by one, just like they used to be. And when Maglor finds them, he knows he’s found his big brother. Far, far too late. So he picks them up, and he dusts them off, and he puts them on, carrying his brothers with him as he mourns.
happy belated mother's day to míriel þerindë
Fëanor: Peace on earth? That’s so sweet…
Finarfin: *eyes his brother warily*
Fëanor: *breaks a glass bottle* Over my dead body
Melkor: Do the thing I like
Melkor: pwease!
Mairon: *kills someone*
Melkor: YESSS
Celegorm: Lol. Heads up, if you try and make a candle with food colouring, it will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom, all the food colouring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame you cannot possibly blow out and then the glass will start to crack and then you’ll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food colouring will boil and then the glass will shatter. Just a heads up
Maedhros: *whispers in terror* …What did you do…?
Celegorm: A Mistake
age of the lamps for day 3 of @angbangweek :D Melkor deciding to convince Mairon to join him or something
A Dog Named Hound
paradife-loft replied to your quote “For all living things that are or have been in the Kingdom of Arda,…”
clearly this means there needs to be fic where small child Celegorm brings home a velociraptor *nods*
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There must be something about Fëanor being the only child in Aman whose birth resulted in his mother's death (unnatural for elves) & his later obsession with creating. Because he believes he might otherwise bring destruction with him. (but I'm not sure there is. Since psychology is not my specialty).
& if it is so, the tragic thing is that his worst fears later come to pass as his father dies defending his creations & his house, & was originally there because Fëanor was banished (& Fëanor canonically thought he could have defended him if he was there), then Fëanor destroys his & Nerdanel's marriage, & then, he probably wouldn't consider it as bringing destruction at the moment but he slaughters the Teleri & burns their ships (or maybe he did understand but just gave in to it, as in his view there was no escaping it.), also destroying a second chance with his brothers, & in a version, burns his own son, & in all versions, destroys all his sons, & puts a chain of events into motion that brought destruction upon all.
But talking about Fëanor's worst fears coming to pass, & him destroying his marriage; Finwë's second marriage after Míriel was at the time thought to be forever confined to the halls, & Míriel & thus Fëanor himself being replaced & forgotten left Fëanor traumatized, & now he himself is forever confined to the halls & his marriage to Nerdanel is dissolved & he has to spend his afterlife for eternity fearing Nerdanel would remarry & forget him.
I think Nerdanel leaving him also played to his possible fear of abandonment & being unlovable & not enough. 'Cause family is the first place in which we get unconditional love. But Fëanor's mother was dead & after Finwë's marriage, Fëanor felt the constant need to fight for Finwë's love. So he has never felt secure in Finwë's love. It was never unconditional for him. & I think that fear would never leave him.
So he would try to seek the family he didn't have when growing up in the family he & Nerdanel made (add it to the list of why I think he was a good father. He loved his sons. He also needed & thrived in the unconditional love they had for him.)
But their marriage's failure was his own fault. As was everything else. I don't know if his sons love would him less but they would certainly hate him more.
& it all began from the very same fear. It all began from the moment he drew a sword on Fingolfin. Because he was afraid of being replaced.
He did in the end bring destruction upon himself, everyone he held dear, everyone who could have been dear in his life, & everyone else.
Much like his greatest creations, the Silmarils, bright & burning, radiant & magnificent, remarkable & phenominal, holding a light & energy that could take the world trapped inside them, but leaving a trace of death & destruction behind them. destroying Fëanor's last remaining sons in the end.
His story is indeed a tragedy.