The Last Feanorian

An independent roleplay blog for Tyelperinquar/Celebrimbor from Tolkien's legendary epic. Mun is 21+. OC Friendly, AU friendly, frequently NSFW.

[the-last-feanorian]

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Celebrimbor

Just playing around with the pattern stamp and failing at traditional shading (tho to be fair I did the ink and coloring in an hour and a half total so…not the most in depth work I’ve ever done)

[the-last-feanorian]

“I see, something that will allow you for a longer reach but will hit hard...” he mused after having a friendly laugh. Laughter was something Tyelperinquar enjoyed but seldom had the time for, so he cherished the moment. Despite the fact he was engineering an item for death.  “... Do you prefer chopping, slicing or stabbing?” he asked after a moment of thought. 

[the-last-feanorian]

Ecthelion feels…less than overjoyed to be winding his way through the Feanorian encampment, though technically speaking they are all allies again these days. Still, his back is up, and he feels as if everyone he stops and asks for directions is watching him too closely for comfort.

He finally reaches the right part of the camp, and hails the first person he sees. “Ho, there! Can you tell me where to find Tyelperinquar Curufinwion?”

… 

Tyelperinquar took off his thick leather gloves and stepped out of his hastily set up smithy. Really he was much more suited to finer more delicate smith work than ironwork but in the middle of a centuries long war he had little choice. He longed for peaceful days when he could make things of beauty and splendor, and throw himself into the wonders of engineering for a better, brighter future. Until then, beating on iron was his fate.  At the mention of his name amidst the many quendi he perked up his ears. “I am Tyelperinquar Curufinwion,” he says to the stranger, his dusky silver eyes searching him, his face vaguely familiar. 

@fountainmisuse

[fountainmisuse]

Ecthelion should have known–he certainly looked like one of that line. He gave a slight bow (perhaps not so low as it should have been, but proper enough). “Ecthelion Nethorion. My lord Turgon sent me. You’re a weapon-smith, aren’t you?”

[the-last-feanorian]

Witnessing the bow made him feel a bit awkward, noble he was indeed but still overly formal gestures still did not quite feel right. It was hard to differentiate yourself from others as noble when you were just as muddy as everyone else. This was no Aman…  “Ai, yes,” he replied then thought a moment. “A weapon-smith not of choice but of necessity. What does Turgon need of me?”

[fountainmisuse]

Ecthelion gave him a sheepish half-smile. “It’s me who needs your services, actually. Lord Turgon said you tended to be innovative with your weapon designs, and told me to come see if you might be able to help me. I have a bit of a problem with reach, you see.” It wasn’t surprising, given Ecthelion was one of the shortest folk about, excepting the children.

[the-last-feanorian]

Considering the quendi’s height it made sense to Tyelperinquar what precisely Ecthelion was referring to. He huffed a small jovial laugh. “Well then, I suppose I could come up with something that could help extend your reach, but I may suggest honing in on dexterity?” 

[the-last-feanorian]

Ecthelion feels…less than overjoyed to be winding his way through the Feanorian encampment, though technically speaking they are all allies again these days. Still, his back is up, and he feels as if everyone he stops and asks for directions is watching him too closely for comfort.

He finally reaches the right part of the camp, and hails the first person he sees. “Ho, there! Can you tell me where to find Tyelperinquar Curufinwion?”

… 

Tyelperinquar took off his thick leather gloves and stepped out of his hastily set up smithy. Really he was much more suited to finer more delicate smith work than ironwork but in the middle of a centuries long war he had little choice. He longed for peaceful days when he could make things of beauty and splendor, and throw himself into the wonders of engineering for a better, brighter future. Until then, beating on iron was his fate.  At the mention of his name amidst the many quendi he perked up his ears. “I am Tyelperinquar Curufinwion,” he says to the stranger, his dusky silver eyes searching him, his face vaguely familiar. 

@fountainmisuse

[fountainmisuse]

Ecthelion should have known–he certainly looked like one of that line. He gave a slight bow (perhaps not so low as it should have been, but proper enough). “Ecthelion Nethorion. My lord Turgon sent me. You’re a weapon-smith, aren’t you?”

[the-last-feanorian]

Witnessing the bow made him feel a bit awkward, noble he was indeed but still overly formal gestures still did not quite feel right. It was hard to differentiate yourself from others as noble when you were just as muddy as everyone else. This was no Aman...  “Ai, yes,” he replied then thought a moment. “A weapon-smith not of choice but of necessity. What does Turgon need of me?”

[the-last-feanorian]

Ecthelion feels…less than overjoyed to be winding his way through the Feanorian encampment, though technically speaking they are all allies again these days. Still, his back is up, and he feels as if everyone he stops and asks for directions is watching him too closely for comfort.

He finally reaches the right part of the camp, and hails the first person he sees. “Ho, there! Can you tell me where to find Tyelperinquar Curufinwion?”

... 

Tyelperinquar took off his thick leather gloves and stepped out of his hastily set up smithy. Really he was much more suited to finer more delicate smith work than ironwork but in the middle of a centuries long war he had little choice. He longed for peaceful days when he could make things of beauty and splendor, and throw himself into the wonders of engineering for a better, brighter future. Until then, beating on iron was his fate.  At the mention of his name amidst the many quendi he perked up his ears. “I am Tyelperinquar Curufinwion,” he says to the stranger, his dusky silver eyes searching him, his face vaguely familiar. 

@fountainmisuse

[silmarilliongenerator]

I accidentally ring of power

[meme-cafe]

when you make a starter call an have no idea how to write one of them because you have no idea of how your muse would interact with the other muse. 

so just are just stare at it for fifty years like:

[gaiabamman]

Using the appropriate vocabulary in your novel

It is very important that the language in your novel reflects the time and place in which the story is set.

For example, my story is set in Italy. My characters would never “ride shotgun”, a term coined in US in the early 1900s referring to riding alongside the driver with a shotgun to gun bandits. 

Do your research! A free tool that I found to be very useful is Ngram Viewer. 

You can type any word and see when it started appearing in books. For example…one of my characters was going to say “gazillion” (I write YA) in 1994. Was “gazillion” used back then?

And the answer is…YES! It started trending in 1988 and was quite popular in 1994.

Enjoy ^_^

[storiesintheashes]

This is really important, especially because language can change in very unexpected ways. 

For example, did you know that before 1986 people never said “I need to”?Instead, they were far more likely to say “I ought to”, “I have to”, “I must”, or “I should”.

Don’t believe me?

Anyway, most people won’t notice subtle changes like that. But your reader will notice and be confused when characters in your medieval world use metaphors involving railroads and rockets.

One of the things you can do besides use Google Ngrams is to read books or watch movies written in the time period you want to set your story. The key here is that they can’t just be set in that time period, they have to have been made in that time period.

Also, there’s a Lexicon Valley episode on this very topic which I highly recommend. It’s called Capturing the Past. 

[still-intrepid]

SEE ALSO Etymonline.  Word origins and when they’re first recorded. So, say I wanted to find out when a “coffee break” became a thing – around the 1950s, as seen in magazine adverts – or characters might talk about more genrallly “taking a break” from the 1860s…

[the-devils-keeper-deactivated20]

replace one word of your url with bitch

[the-last-feanorian]

“If you need me, let me know.” {Curvo}

"I think there will never be a time where I will not be in need for you, logistically. Even if I don't like you right now."

[therpmemeshop]

ABBA Sentence Starters

Waterloo

“I tried to hold you back, but you were stronger.”

“My only chance is giving up the fight.”

“How could I ever refuse?”

“I feel like I win when I lose.”

“Couldn’t escape if I wanted to.”

Mamma Mia

“I’ve been cheated by you.”

“Will I ever learn?”

“There’s a fire within my soul.”

“How can I resist you?”

“Why did I ever let you go?”

“You know that I’m not that strong.”

“’Bye-bye’ doesn’t mean forever.”

Take a Chance on Me

“Honey, I’m still free.”

“If you need me, let me know.”

“We can go dancing.”

“I’m in no hurry.”

“My love is strong enough to last when things are rough.”

“But I can’t get you off my mind.”

Lay All Your Love on Me

“I wasn’t jealous before we met.”

“Every woman/man I see is a potential threat.”

“Don’t go wasting your emotion.”

“A grown-up woman/man should never fall so easily.”

“Lay all your love on me.”

“I’ve had a few little love affairs.”

“Everything is new and everything is you.”

Does Your Mother Know?

“You’re so hot, teasing me.”

“It’s something I couldn’t do.”

“Does your mother know that you’re out?”

“You seem pretty young to be searching for that kind of fun.”

“I know what you mean when you give me a flash of that smile.”

“That’s no way to go.”

Fernando

“We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die.”

“The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry.”

“There was something in the air that night.”

“Now we’re old and gray.”

“I could see it in your eyes how proud you were.”

“If I had to do the same again, I would.”

[txmriddlx]

Can you please reblog if your blog is a safe place for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, asexual, aromantic, pansexual, non binary, demisexual or any other kind of queer or questioning people? Because mine is.

[the-last-feanorian]

👀 who is your favorite uncle?

“Growing up I spent most of my time with Tyelkormo, Pityafinwe and Telufinwe, and they were great company, however I always looked forward to the visits of Makalaure. I am not so nearly as extroverted as some of my family and he understood and soothed me. But ah, I miss them all. Nelyafinwe could always bring a smile out of me even during my most dour of moods, and Morifinwe listened to me without judgement or punishment... I miss talking to him the most, I realize.”

[the-last-feanorian]

👀 + what is the most embarrassing thing your dad has ever done

“Getting the ‘sex’ talk for four hours complete with diagrams and models along with an assigned quiz is not the best memory I have of him as a child, nor is it the worst.”

[ofhotheads-blog]

Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

No deleting questions, either!

[the-last-feanorian]

Celebrimbor as brilliant as he is is also a complete goober and can be absent mindedly oblivious to the point where he accidentally sends a sext to his own father...

Curufin is strangely proud.