curufin apologist

unqualé son antávalme mennai aurë-mettá, qualmé ten' ambar-mettá! quettalman lasta, eru ilúvatar! oiyámórenna mé-quetamartya íre queluvá tyardalma.

[starillion]

hello there :) welcome to my directory/main/shitpost account! my name is aza, though i sometimes go by rya/ryu or curufin as well. yes that's a hell lot of names i go by but the noldor did it first. im a 20 yo star wars & tolkien & anime/manga nerd. she/they, homoromantic asexual (probably). feanorian apologist since 2020. always open to asks, messages, and/or chaotic screaming !!

english & 한국어 & currently learning 日本語, 汉语, Cymraeg and quenya! (most posts will be in english (and quenya, apparently))

current obsessions : TOLKIEN, star wars (mainly thrawn and doctor aphra), NBC hannibal, house of the dragon(asoiaf overall), gundam (universal century & cosmic era centric), danmei, dune, and many more. certified shipper of tragic homosexuals.

currently reading : malazan book of the fallen

will be posting mainly about : um maybe quenya?? im relearning the language at the moment

you may also be looking for @ahsokashope which is my sideblog/icons account. or just my reblog account @nargoathrond

also /mitthrawnuruodo and /nargoathrond on twitter(korean acc) & /lonaphra on instagram (mostly for quenya)

[starillion]

Celumë carnë [red streams]

am i allowed to submit one(1) lament for maglor & all the c-brothers for @feanorianweek day 2, 3, 4 and 5? i swear this is maglor lamenting the second kinslaying, not some random elf on elf crime

Ma telumi nyénar fëar vanwannar Do skies mourn of passing souls

hya i limbar níri poicë nár or are the droplets unsullied tears

Nienno, oialë nainala of Nienna, as she ever weeps

atar fëar i lelyar númenna? o'er lives that utter Westwards pass?

Celumë carnë síra ve *miru As streams of red flow like wine

rávar *quilini síla the banks of Esgalduin twinkling shine,

luitëa nóri nyérënen overflooding lands with sorrow

ar lelya nu arda. that traverse to the Earth below.

Lan hlarinye ulo Yet even as I hear the rains

lantëa lassi limbessen fall down upon the thousand leaves

þoryan mo sondarya I fear that none of what I hear

úvaltë nítainë are let to fall for whom I hold dear.

Nai sercelta úva vanwa May never their blood be washed away

cotumo teldo macilennar upon the swords of the last enemy

rúnya lantala ve samin rich redness that like silken falls

luitala i talami singollo solmaron that dampened the floors of Thingol's halls!

Nai anarórë carnë nyénuva ten May a red dawn mourn for them

quenso erya nu lanerya as a minstrel lone neath her hem

ómanen, ractala ambostiryannar whose voice that may reach her bosom

nairea, nainienen. in deep woe, in lamentation.

extras under cut :)

ink introductions! 'the great sage heaven's equal(齊天大聖)' and '칠색 바다' from wearingeul(글입다).

the last six lines are absent in the script because i did not plan beforehand and ran out of space but shhh we do not talk about that.

also my hands died in the process i swear this is all ink and i didn't commit any kinslaying on my part

[starillion]

turleg is so canonically obvious i can't believe it has so few works on ao3 like, in my opinion, the ship has as much legitimacy as russingon

[easterneuropeangirliedotcom]

I'd even dare to say they have more legitimacy than russingon. I might be forgetting about something, but I don't remember russingon ever kissing on screen like turleg did (quite a shame tbh)

[starillion]

i submit evidence

[starillion]

Hehtië [desertion]

late participation in @cnc-week day 1 : celegorm & deities

Celegorm yearning for just the smallest indication that Orome is still out there watching him, and breaking the sacred rules of hunting that the Vala taught him just to meet his wrath. But nothing happens, and he is left in despair, knowing that his god had abandoned him

Hunting is a rite. One most sacred at that. You must treat it so. If not, it becomes no better than acts of murder. Remember it, a hunt is not butchery and the woods is not a slaughterhouse.

Respect the beast - it is not meat. It will be reduced to meat if you let it, but then your eating it shall be a sin.

And Sinners I shall purge. For the forest is my home, and I have not allowed murder where is mine; by one of mine.

So Celegorm slaughters. His arrows hit nimble legs and scar ears; his blade hack at flesh without an ounce of grace; his prey shriek in torment as his brutal moves are conducted without clemency; he doesn't even listen to it fade into a choke before tossing the game aside. He doesn't collect the carcass after, just abandons them to rot.

His heart pounds all the while. Fearful of the consequences, shameful of his act, but beneath it all, anticipating. A God's wrath; a sinner's fate.

Except nothing happens.

The stench of blood has brought crows to flock alongside the trees, until one bold enough stoops down low to take a peck at the dead deer. Celegorm catches it with the blade as it ascends. Cawk.

Maybe it's a cry of pain. Maybe of anger. He cannot know it like he used to. And he wishes he doesn't care that he can't. Wishes he never understood them; wishes he had never been blessed by one whose embrace he had forsaken. Wishes he had never needed to find out.

The woods are quiet for a while before another black figure inches downwards. Celegorm shoots an arrow through its body. Cawk.

Do not dishonor the reapers as they come fetch a soul. Crows, before the malice of the Enemy had spread, were such-

Celegorm severs black feathered wings, and the flightless body drops to the forest floor.

Cawk.

Celegorm chops the body, watches flesh drop from the sky with little grace.

Cawk.

Celegorm shoots through,....

Cawk.

Celegorm b-

Cawk.

He screams as he wields his blade, unbeknownst of the tears streaking down his face.

He has abandoned me. The thought strikes him like an iron mace. He does not care. For I am his no more.

The realization brings him down on his knees, and before long he finds himself gagging and retching, still weeping as he did.

[starillion]

turleg is so canonically obvious i can't believe it has so few works on ao3 like, in my opinion, the ship has as much legitimacy as russingon

[starillion]

Noldolantë

original work by maglor, reinterpreted & translated to english by tumblr user starillion

irë nalvë vë ir lië manen tullelvë istar? when we were like one family how could we have known?

nyérer ar macili serceón hiluvas më, yéni voro swords painted with sorrow and blood - that which would follow us for eons.

ondo enampanaina ar nilmi carinë ulaco umavë er realms rebuilt and friendships made but evil was far from gone.

tenn' aurë írë mahtanelmes ar sintanelvë until one day we assailed it and were crushed.

ú-nómi varnë i cotumo oir ar maptanes marelmar encarimë protected by no lands the enemy was (ever existant) and he seized the earth rebuilt.

ardar tarë ar mindoni hallë lantaner nu atsar moringotton no noble kingdoms nor towers high were left in the enemy's wake.

ata túlë mornië imbi noselva caivor ar oricuvar minomë callor and the strife between kin yet again left corpses and cowards in our camp.

tenna termi endaquetaina nossi leryaina i cotumo vélala endamarya at last our pleas were heeded and earth refound by hands of others we once defied.

below is ao3 link for this & my other poetry!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34054858

and here goes rambles (as always)

this was originally written for a collab with /narnia144 on twitter about a year and a half ago. decided to revise it a bit though i'm too lazy to rewrite it all over again

about the ink used in tengwar scripts! the first & third pics are versions written in robert oster fire & ice while the second (and by my standards, the prettier version) is written in wearingeul(글입다) the phantom of the opera. i am so in love with this ink rn the swatch is heavenly beautiful

[starillion]

yeeting my recently written namárië scripts here

script on the left is the original version in lotr whereas the one on the right is one rewritten by me

below is translation of my version of namárië

Ai, fanyarë ata lanta mornienna

Ai, the sky slips to darkness again

Anar nútala Númenna lintavë

as the sun sets swiftly West

yassë calanen or Valmar tírë!

where with light over Valmar looks!

Á nyarë nin, nó oantielyë

Tell me before you go -

Tilion hya, ortala sí

or Tilion as you ascend -

manen caitëa Valmar han ceninya

how Valmar lies beyond my sight!

carpa umelyë, hehtainan er

but you do not tell me and I am left alone :

Sí manna maquetinyë quentar et márello?

Now to whom shall I ask the tidings of home?

An ciryar avánier hópallo sira

For ships have gone extinct from havens hither

lá ecë quenen atalelya Númenna

and none may pass again to the West.

Caitala tára, lá cimë nin lolossë

High it lies, Oiolossë hears me not

naltar elenion nírenyassë

and the stars alone reflect my tears [reflection of tears in my eyes]

altainë yéninen, oiolemyala.

deepened by long years and undepleted.

Mornië-nóressë, tárala queten

In the shadow lands I stand and cry

Sí vanwa ná, oialë vanwa, Valimar!

now lost, forever lost is Valimar!

Namárië, nai hiruvalyë Valimar!

Farewell! May you find Valimar!

Nai elyë hiruva, namárië!

Maybe you shall find it, farewell!

[starillion]

nyérer ar makili serceón hiluvas me, yéni voro

swords painted with sorrow and blood - that which would follow us for eons

"noldolantë" part 2/9

art credit goes to narnia144 on twitter as had in part 1! i can never get used to their talent 😩😩

part 1

part 3

[starillion]

irë nalvë vë er lië manen tullelvë istar?

when we were like a single family how could we have known?

"noldolantë" part 1/9

after a year of silence i return!! this is a collab with the ever talented narnia144 on twitter! (me with the lyrics and quenya translation & their heavenly art <33)

part 2

[starillion]

more stuff under cut

yo hi peeps

dropping some namarie scribbles as a reminder that i am very much not dead, but just overly obsessed over chinese danmei that i spend 24/7 peering at gay cultivators. mm those are good stuff. currently learning chinese as third(fourth including quenya) language to actually read at jjwxc

alas, so given that, this blog would be dormant-ish but i shall almost definitely come round for this year's trsb! (update : i was not here for this year's trsb)

[starillion]

celegorm: I just thought he needed to listen to common sense and reasonable discourse.

curufin: please don't tell me those are the names of your fists.

celegorm: my feet. I'm actually more of a kicker.

[starillion]

aredhel: just a heads up, there are possible hostiles in your area.

*celegorm and curufin fighting off enemies*

celegorm: Really?

curufin: We hadn't noticed.

[starillion]

random ass elf: so, what's it like being brothers with curufin?

celegorm: once, I asked him for water while he was pissed at me, and he brought me a glass full of ice and said "wait".

[starillion]

áva quetë nation sí avánier  qui aurë sina enyales cala menelo néya valaina, as yaimi nainala qualmëo tai á cenë i lúmi as ringë níri i marir ilwessë yaiyala nu huiquatina tellumar almiéo i oiovanwa ná ilya nairi si cenir i eressë Arda sinassë, aurë úcalima ú-so mana sí imya? i alassë yeva mirma lá paityalme

speak not of fading things now gone

if he this day recalls -

heaven's light once made divine,

with wails lamenting their loss

behold the hours damp with cries

that echo in the firmament

in mourning under fog-lit skies

of bliss that is forever lost

all woe look now to what remains

within this world, dim in day

without it what is the same?

the mirth whose price we did not pay

- aldudénië. maybe..

below link for my other poetries!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[starillion]

from the years of the trees to the fall of the first age, among the fairest, and the most cunning sons of Feanor, there are pasts. there are schemes, there are intimacies. and Celebrimbor knows but a few.

'I want to know what drives you to these deeds - perhaps if I knew I could understand better. Please let me understand. It becomes harder to deny the accusations they throw at you every day now, as it becomes harder to ignore my father's growing lust.'

for @tolkienrsb tolkien reverse summer bang 2022, i present thee sinking as we run

art by @louisbach2211 and his impeccable artwork is linked HERE

Mature • Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Celegorm | Turcafinwë/Curufin | Curufinwë, Celebrimbor | Telperinquar & Curufin | Curufinwë, Celebrimbor | Telperinquar & Celegorm | Turcafinwë

Characters: Curufin, Celegorm, Celebrimbor, Maedhros, Orodreth

Word Count: 14830

[starillion]

from the years of the trees to the fall of the first age, among the fairest, and the most cunning sons of Feanor, there are pasts. there are schemes, there are intimacies. and Celebrimbor knows but a few.

'I want to know what drives you to these deeds - perhaps if I knew I could understand better. Please let me understand. It becomes harder to deny the accusations they throw at you every day now, as it becomes harder to ignore my father's growing lust.'

for @tolkienrsb tolkien reverse summer bang 2022, i present thee sinking as we run

art by @louisbach2211 and his impeccable artwork is linked HERE

Mature • Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Celegorm | Turcafinwë/Curufin | Curufinwë, Celebrimbor | Telperinquar & Curufin | Curufinwë, Celebrimbor | Telperinquar & Celegorm | Turcafinwë

Characters: Curufin, Celegorm, Celebrimbor, Maedhros, Orodreth

Word Count: 14830

[starillion]

observe : me getting all Feanor-defenseive because I can >;)

(NOT that I should support or defend kinslaughter of any kind, but y'all need to give more credit to Feanor's motives and acknowledge that he is not in nature an evil person(or elf, in this matter)) i am a feanorian apologist, this is my job. this first started as a half-joke but then I realized it makes more sense than I thought it would. Feanor, if you need a defense lawyer, you know where to find me.

CONCERNING UNJUST VALAR In the post-tree death world, it wasn't like there was absolutely no alternative to breaking the Silmarils and thus bringing back the light of the two trees. Much effort was needed, sure, but with plenty of time for consideration and analysis of the situation, Yavanna succeeded in drawing from the dead trees fruits that are to be the sun & moon. And hey, they're not too bad, aren't they? In a sense that they brighten not just Valinor, but all of Middle Earth, it was perhaps better that they were made from the trees. The concept 'Arda Healed' could probably fit here. Because of the deeds of Melkor, Arda can never return to the state of being 'unmarred', and the final goal to achieve by the end of the world is to heal all those wrongs, and not in the sense that it go back to pre-malice. Hurts to the world must be lived with and endured, but consequences thereof and struggles for enhancement; for healing is what will ultimately make Arda more beautiful than before. Welp, I think I've flown a bit off-topic here, but hopefully you get what I mean that the whole of Arda in fact benefits by the existence of the sun & moon. Yet the Valar demanded the Silmarils of Feanor without further contemplation because they thought at that time that it was the only way to revive the trees. Talk about being hasty asf.

CONCERNING ALQUALONDE AND ELVES' GREATEST WORKS Ye haters of Feanor, y'all say that the Teleri were unjustly slain, and that they had all the rights to keep their swan ships. Is that not why they are never blamed for the kinslaying? Thus it has me thinking that it is common belief that it was fine for them to keep their greatest works, and the Noldor were ever so wrong to take them away. But was that not exactly what Feanor was urged to do mere pages (in the reckoning of the book) ago? Why should he give up possession of his Silmarils when the Teleri can get away with hoarding their ships? They were dear to him and he would have fought against anyone who tried to take them from him by force. I believe Iam not wrong to think that the exact same reasons justifying the Teleri before the kinslaughter work for Feanor as well in that situation. If you are going to label him selfish for not giving up the Silmarils, by all means go ahead. But many others should be blamed for possessing the same quality - Olwe, ship hoarder refusing to help a Noldor in need; Thingol and Dior, de Silmaril obsessors, etc etc.

CONCERNING REBELLION Was indeed the flight of the Noldor from Valinor a rash decision fueled by anger and vengeance, giving up the state of blessedness, and pointless, even, given that Feanor himself who initiated the rebellion dies literally a chapter later and the Noldor live in doom™️ until Eonwe & the vanyar come to their rescue? I certainly would not call the entire stay in Beleriand full of mirth, but am inclined to think

that it would be much better than the only alternative - of them not returning to Middle Earth at all. (Now I'm going to stick to the middle school essay stereotype by numbering the supporting details as : ) Firstly, if not for the Noldorin presence in Beleriand, men who came thither would have been met with harsher fate. In the Athrabeth(Morgoth's Ring, part 4) it is said that it is thus believed (the urge to say 'it is said that it is said') by men themselves that the evils of Melkor shortened their previously endless life spans and that his shadow had always been upon them since who knows how long. While Finrod in his converse with Andreth is rather dubious of the former, still imagine the power of Morgoth upon Middle Earth without constraint - what evil would have befallen them had men encountered not lords of the Eldalie, but servants of Morgoth upon entering Beleriand! Now would be a good place to mention that in one of Tolkien's often contradictory notes (but one of them nevertheless and probably rather valid among them as well) the origin of orcs was not elf but man. With Middle Earth under his power and its people his thralls, why should he not assail the Valar once again? And all the while,what is so honorable in being cooped up in a once-blessed land like cowards as the enemy who killed your dad and stole your gems gains power not too afar? Repeatedly emphasized in the books (perhaps similar in frequency with commentary about its members' unnatural tallness) is the valiance of the Noldor. It would only be natural for them to wage war upon Morgoth headfirst. And Feanor, a manifestation of such qualities, have done little wrong in leading the so-called exile - or banishment - to Middle Earth. 'Wrong timing', some would say. But had the host tarried long, the vengeance aflame in their hearts would have dwindled (and such a thing Feanor indeed feared, having him lead his people away in much haste) and one's regret and sorrow at departure - if after much time had passed, any decided to leave at all - would have doubled by then.

Thus I endeavor to defend the deeds of Feanaro Curufinwe (and may he forgive the absence of vowel-lengthening in his name because I am simply too lazy to do so. i know it alters the location of the stress in the name and to be called fEAnaro would be terribly stressful, i'm sorry. i'm also sorry for this blabber. maybe i should have copy/pasted a long 'a' instead of blabbering.), inclined to dub them as 'necessary evils' (evil deeds, i emphasize. not by evil persons(or elves in this matter)) that gave rise to perhaps more good compared to the scenario in which they never happened. And that was probably the most eloquent I have gotten in weeks. Boy, what Feanor makes me do ;)