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For the WIP game: Amandil's farewell to Elendil to replace the my Tolkien blog's header
Bottom: Findarato | Míriel, the unwilling witness in Sauron's temple
The Fruit Thief
by elennalore (@elennalore)
When Isildur was a child, the White Tree was the most magical thing he knew. Now he wants to save what is left of it.
Teen, No Archive Warnings
Words: 1,000
WIP Whateverday/Tuesday
Thanks @curufiin for tagging me!! 🖤
Have a little snippet from another niche endeavor, this time another Amandil/Mairon WIP (thanks to one of those conversations with @lvsifer 🖤).
“Do you not wish to ask me for my name, Amandil?” Amandil’s blood runs cold. He grips the armrest of his chair. Dread tears sweat from his pores. Amandil stands, moves back, wants to turn around, can't. Cartilage and bones crack as they rearrange themselves. Flesh flows and forms anew. Skin sags, ripples, then pulls tight again over a new skull. Hair, now coloured like the autumn sun, still slightly wet, comes to cover broader shoulders. Amandil shivers. Wants to retch. Only let in who you must. He licks olive brine from his fingers, from his now sharp nails, then smiles a bright summer smile at Amandil. The king’s beastly whore is in his house. “Good evening, ill-fated lord of the Faithful.” Amandil’s breaths come quick and flat, eyes wide. “Begone, sorcerer,” he breathes. “You know my name, Amandil.” “Your name shall soil my tongue nevermore.” “Mh.” The wizard-witch smiles, then locks eyes with Amandil, venomous eyes under long lashes.
Tagging @saintstars, @perlen-gold, @crackinthecup, @elevenelvenswords, @cilil, @lvsifer, @mephisto-art, @admirably-abhorrent, @moringottocake, @a-dwarfs-dream-of-space, @dreamyshiftyaching
I probably forgot someone, so open tag for that! 🖤
Amandil and Idril Parallel
‘It must not become known,’ said Amandil. ‘I will prepare my going in secret, and I will set sail into the east, whither daily the ships depart from our havens; and thereafter, as wind and chance may allow, I will go about, through south or north, back into the west, and seek what I may find. But for you and your folk, my son, I counsel that you should prepare yourselves other ships, and put aboard all such things as your hearts can not bear to part with; and when the ships are ready, you should lie in the haven of Rómenna, and give out among men that you purpose, when you see your time, to follow me into the east. Amandil is no longer so dear to our kinsman upon the throne that he will grieve over much, if we seek to depart, for a season or for good. But let it not be seen that you intend to take many men, or he will be troubled, because of the war that he now plots, for which he will need all the force that he may gather. Seek out the Faithful that are known still to be true, and let them join you in secret, if they are willing to go with you, and share in your design.’
- Silmarillion: Akallabêth
But Idril said: “This is my rede thereto: gather thou in deep secret those delvers and quarrymen who by careful trial are found to hold least love for Meglin by reason of the pride and arrogance of his dealings among them. From these thou must choose trusty men to keep watch upon Meglin whenso he fares to the outer hills, yet I counsel thee to set the greater part of those in whose secrecy thou canst confide at a hidden delving, and to devise with their aid—howsoever cautious and slow that labour be—a secret way from thy house here beneath the rocks of this hill unto the vale below. Now this way must not lead toward the Way of Escape, for my heart bids me trust it not, but even to that far distant pass, the Cleft of Eagles in the southern mountains; and the further this delving reach thitherward beneath the plain so much the better would I esteem it—yet let all this labour be kept dark save from a few.”
- The Book of Lost Tales II: The Fall of Gondolin
Firstly, there's clearly a direct parallel between Amandil and Eärendil, sailing to Aman to seek clemency on behalf of their kindreds, breaking the ban and never to return to their homeland they love. As Amandil himself said, ‘The days are dark, and there is no hope for Men, for the Faithful are few. Therefore I am minded to try that counsel which our forefather Eärendil took of old, to sail into the West, be there ban or no, and to speak to the Valar, even to Manwë himself, if may be, and beseech his aid ere become guilty.’
But there's also a similarity between Amandil and Idril's advice to Elendil and Tuor: Secretly gather the loyal and faithful people and prepare a way out of the doomed country and save as many people as they possibly can.
Crackship wheel part 130
Saeros x Amandil
This crackship is...
...BRILLIANT! The world needed this!
...Hot! Vey hot!
...Fun to watch explode...
...Okay
...Boring
...Bad
...really uncomfortable to think about
...HORRIBLE! Why did my poor eyes have to see this?
...Actually not a crackship and should be canon. Almost OTP material.
Númetober Day 28: Númenor Hot Take
So this is about the line of Silmariën, who really should have been the rulers of Númenor.
So Third Ruler of Númenor was Tar-Amandil. His son was Tar-Elendil. His eldest was Silmariën, a daughter, who, because at that point Númenor practiced agnatic primogeniture, did NOT inherit, instead was packed off to Andúnië to marry this guy Elatan, and from their line came the Lords of Andúnië... ...whose last 2 lords were...ready for this? Yes, Amandil and Elendil. And in their time the Rulers of Númenor really came off the rails and their Bad Decisions, that started with Tar-Aldarion, culminated in the spectacular usurpation of Pharazon and the rise of Sauron and eventually, the Fall. My hot take is that those bookend- Amandils and Elendils really marked the true rulership being passed to the distaff line, and possibly even with some nudge from the Valar. After all, Amandil fulfilled the role of sacred king when he basically took up the petitioner role the kings abdicated when they no longer performed their duties on the Meneltarma. He sailed to Aman to ask forgiveness knowing he had no chance for coming back, but offering himself the way their ancestor Eärendil did. (yes, there will be a paper on this if I have the time to write it)
Númetober Day 14: Amandil: favorite quote/moment.
'Seek out the Faithful that are known still to be true, and let them join you in secret, if they are willing to go with you, and share in your design.’ ‘And what shall that design be?’ said Elendil. ‘To meddle not in the war, and to watch,’ answered Amandil. ‘Until I return I can say no more. But it is most like that you shall fly from the Land of the Star with no star to guide you; for that land is defiled. Then you shall lose all that you have loved, foretasting death in life, seeking a land of exile elsewhere. But east or west the Valar alone can say.’
Amandil, the 18th Lord of Andúnie, was a great ship captain and councilor to the King, who in his youth was Pharazôn's dear friend and remained in his confidence until Sauron’s arrival. One wonders how strong that bond was and what fires forged it. Perhaps they sailed and fought together in campaigns Tolkien never wrote about.
Nevertheless, Amandil took it upon himself to make that ultimate sacrifice for his people: to go and plead for forgiveness when he knew well it was late. But still, I like to think that this very sacrifice saved the Faithful, those nine ships his son equipped, and that the great wave and wind that bore them out of the Downfall and into Middle-earth was the very work of Manwë and Ulmo signaling he was heard and accepted as an offering.
( image is my own art)
⛵🌊 Númetober Day 15: A moment for Amandil 🌊⛵..
..more OMG THIS STORY, the drama...as @mysteriesunfoldthemselves put it, it's a telenovela 😱🤯🍿
To recap: Amandil tells his son that he's going to try to save their home and nation by attempting what their ancestor did thousands of years before, not since attempted, thereby breaking the one rule the Valar had outright given the Edain in exchange for the "gift" of their new land ("we had ONE RULE", lol); also tells Elendil to load up ships with their kin and emblems of Númenorean culture and achievement, and be ready for something big, he knows not what big thing but it could be the island's demise; he says goodbye to everyone like he'll never see them again, like he's headed to death, then indeed is never seen again; Elendil misses his father so heads out that way to maybe see him or find him but doesn't, what he does see is a giant armament preparing to break said one rule.
Tolkien. Are you JOKIIIING that is INSANE 🤯😱😭
Anywho, pouring one out for Amandil, described as an honorable and great captain and Lord of Andúnië, haven of the Faithful (for a time), one who sacrificed himself in an attempt to save his people...I do hope we see him in TRoP! ⛵🌊🙏🏻
Lastly, coulda been what I put for the HC day, but here goes now while we're on Amandil Day. A bit back, when I re-read The Akallabêth for fic writing, I was wondering about what happened to him. My HC? He made it there, potentially alone, having lost his three travel companions to a storm (the Valar were not happy around that time)...hungry, thirsty, delirious...but also made it to Manwë to petition for his family and their close kin. And thus the wind and wave that carried the 9 ships to Middle Earth, with the people and things that were the seeds of Gondor and Arnor. Secondborn cannot last long in the light and grace of Aman, sooo ~ already likely elderly and not in a good shape ~ he collapsed and passed away not long after. SO. He couldn't save Númenor, but he could ensure that his family survived and could start Númenor anew across an ocean. 😭😭😭😭
Ok, nerdy blabbing for today check check 🙂↕️🫶🏻