#feanolo

[rosfelled]

tolkien writing the silmarillion:

[starshadeemilyart]

So we meet under the mistletoe…how…unfortunate

But you know what must be done?

Featuring Feanor’s light necklace from last year’s Christmas drawing

[dreamw0rms]

wip feanor/fingolfin fanart for “a history of duels” by @antlered-vixen

[antlered-vixen]

Twenty-minute birthday sketch for @atlantablack, for that one-shot where Fingolfin loses his mind at Feanor wearing his colours.

[deckofmanymore]

Had some fun drawing that scene for my Fëanor-gets-taken-instead-of-Maedhros wip, which has definitely been done before but I don't care

[queerofthedagger]

CREON. Why did you try to bury your brother? ANTIGONE. I owed it to him. CREON. I had forbidden it. ANTIGONE. I owed it to him. Those who are not buried wander eternally and find no rest. If my brother were alive, and he came home weary after a long day's hunting, I should kneel down and unlace his boots. I should fetch him food and drink, I should see that his bed was ready for him. Polynices is home from the hunt. I owe it to him to unlock the house of the dead in which my father and mother are waiting to welcome him. Polynices has earned his rest. CREON. Polynices was a rebel and a traitor, and you know it. ANTIGONE. He was my brother.

– "ANTIGONE", jean anouilh, trans. lewis galantière.

-> Both the Maedhros/Maglor of this, and the way it parallels the Fëanor/Fingolfin of it, too. He was a rebel and a traitor, and you know it. There is no grave, nothing left behind, and then how could either Maglor or Fingolfin ever leave any of it truly behind. Those who are not buried wander eternally and find no rest, and then, so does Maglor. Like! Okay!!

[arofili]

kings and things to take by storm

Fëanáro and Ñolofinwë, and the secret Oaths they swore. i. neither law nor love

at long, long last: the first chapter of my FëaNolo fic is up! what began as spitefic and transformed into a Fëanor Lives AU, this story is full of fealty, betrayal, sex, and drama. have a read - but mind the warnings!

Rating: E | Creator Chose Not To Warn Relationships: Fëanor/Fingolfin Characters: Fëanor, Fingolfin Word count: 2.2k

READ IT ON AO3!

[comeontakemyname]

here, have some sentences Sunday

I was tagged by @annarobots to share some sentences from a wip - thank you so much for the tag!

Here is the passage that made me rewrite the ending to my current fic because neither Fëanor nor Fingolfin agreed to...do things the way I had intended.

“You are not like him. Stop being an idiot, Ñolofinwë. Father did not raise a fool,” Fëanor snapped, frustration clear in his voice, harshly yanking on his head once more, before he abruptly released his hold on Fingolfin’s hair, sliding his hands around until they rested around Fingolfin’s face, cradling it gently but firmly, hands full of the soft promise of restrained violence. It was strange, so very strange his breath caught on his lips.

“Don’t mistake me. I have not forgotten what you did and I shall not forgive it,” he whispered, voice quiet but intense. His hands burned just on the edge of painful where they cupped Fingolfin’s jaw, forcing his gaze to remain locked with Fëanor’s eyes as they flashed, a fathomless depth of blazing fire. “I remember your treachery despite your oath. I know you devised to supplant me even as we marched along the shores of Araman. Do you not even now call yourself by my father’s name Finwë-Ñolofinwë? You wished to replace me while feigning loyalty,” he hissed, tightening his hold as it snaked down around Fingolfin’s neck, thumb caressing the scar where once Fëanor’s sword had cut his skin before he squeezed. The radiance around his brother flared, swelling to a bright and merciless brilliance that shone from his form.

Tagging @atlantablack @idleleaves @annarobots @antlered-vixen @beatles4ever65 @thescrapwitch