Aegnor

Son of Finarfin. Younger brother of Finrod Felagund. Older brother of Artanis (better known as Galadriel). Knight-errant with middle child syndrome. In love with Andreth of Ladros [Independent RP Blog. Multi-verse and AU Friendly. Beware the Crackships.] 

[thefellfire-blog]

“Very carefully.” Aegnor’s mouth twitches in small smile, “… and by falling through once or twice.”

[miirdan-archived-blog]

        He shouldn’t joke. He knows he shouldn’t make light of it. And yet—-       ‘… No wonder it took you so long. Was everyone required to fall in at least once?’

[thefellfire-blog]

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Aegnor can hear Finrod and Andreth chiding him. He was not being very fair to Tyelpe, was he? Aegnor was masking his own discomfort toward a tumultuous story with wit.

He decides that an honest question deserves an honest answer, “It took us nearly 27 years of the sun to make that crossing. At the end of it all, we saw the moon rise for the first time. I don’t remember ever being so happy as I was when I saw light rise over that fjord; I knew we had made it to land.”

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A Meeting in Doriath

[daughter-of-flowers]

 The forest had always been a place of joy and laughter for the princess. There were no sorrows in it, nor any memory of pain in them that Lúthien had ever known. They were a place of bliss away from the world, where you were free to do as you wish– and that is what she loved most. The freedom. The company of the animals was also something to love and hold dear, as was the whispering of the leaves, and greeting of the wind. Everything about the forest was perfect. There was not a thing not to love.

 For some time now, perhaps an hour or two, the dark haired beauty had been dancing about in the western forests of her homeland speaking and playing with the nightingales about. Their song was mighty and comical this day, no advice was to be given, but the elleth did not mind. Fun was always welcomed. Eventually, from her content spirit and heart, the maiden gave out a merry and light laughter, sweeter and purer than another among the face of Arda.

 Just a few more gracefully strides and steps did the princess take before coming to a sudden halt and watching the birds fly up and away to hide in the old Oaks that surrounded her. She had heard a voice– it was rich and deeps, but not one she had recognized. Lúthien froze in her wonder and fear as she listened and glanced around for a sight of somone, but there was none.

 “Who are you?” the noble’s light voice called back, while pallid hands thre the hood of a green cloak over her dark tresses in preperarion to flee. This could be an intruder for all she knew, even though something in her hearted doubted any danger.

[thefellfire-blog]

Aegnor’s lips quirk in a smile when he hears the retort. This person is full of courage and wit. Aegnor has always approved of those characteristics, wherever he has found them. He is overcome with a childlike curiosity, not unlike the kind that impelled him to make new friends as a young elf among the Teleri. However, the elves of Doriath knew their own forest much better than he. He would have trouble finding this elf unless they wanted to be found.

This forest was not either his home the beaches of Teleri or his home in the Halls of the Noldor. However, it seemes no less interesting to Aegnor. Doriath was fascinating and he had not met many elves here. Communication between the Elves of Aman and their kin in Middle Earth could be sparse, likely owing to difficulty traveling between the two places. Aegnor was fascinated at the prospect of meeting more elves and learning more about what life was like in this land.

He walks in the direction of the light voice, moving between old oak trees. The early morning sunlight falling down between the leaves blinds his vision for a moment; he shields his large, grey eyes with a slender hand. “I am Aegnor,” he responds, “son of Finarfin and grandson of Olwe. Now that you have heard my name, may I hear yours?”

[daughter-of-flowers]

 As she waited for the Aegnor to reply, Lúthien glanced about looking for somewhere to conceal herself from any living eyet; it would give her a greater chance to flee without harm. It was just a matter of seconds before her keen eyes spotted a good enough patch to hide herself in– the grass was tall and slender, there was more tightly packed bushes to watch from, and there was a soaring old Oak to climb up if there were to be no other choice but run amongst the branches. Almost immediately, her pallid feet drove her into the rummage and from there she kept good watch.

 Lúthien’s ears slightly twitched as she heard to the faint sound of stealthy feet treading upon the familiar earth, causing her to peer out furthermore with confidence. Starfilled eyes only waited for someone to appear, as they sparked with a curious and and humble flame. But the unknown ellon’s voice sounded back through the wood before anything, unfortnate for the fair being’s inquisitive spirit; but Tinúviel was glad in heart to hear the name of Olwe and Finarfin. After all, they was a relative of hers– ones she knew of, at least – one was her uncle, the other was the spouse of her cousin.

 “Aegnor… not once have I heard that name in my life. Finarfin, and Olwe I can recall but that one- not so much.” Lúhien mused, a soft smile taking place upon her rose red lips. “I am Lúthien, daughter of Elwe and Melian, rulers of this kingdom.”

[thefellfire-blog]

Aegnor glances around to locate the source of the voice, leaves rustling with the movement of his booted feet. His eyes find a lovely elleth with long, dark hair, hiding among the branches. He startles for a moment. Aegnor feels utterly surprised; how had she managed to hide so close nearby? He felt that he really needed to be move attentive to his surroundings.

His surprise melts away and his mouth curves in a smile when he hears Elwe’s name. They were distant cousins, then! He could certainly believe that she was Melian’s child, if her dark hair and otherworldly beauty were any indication of her divine parentage.

He does not wish to scare her. Aegnor remains where he is and replies, “We are kin, then! It is a pleasure to meet you, Luthien.” He adds, “I am Finarfin’s third child. Perhaps you know of my siblings? Finrod is the eldest and Artanis is the youngest of us.”

[thefellfire-blog]

(Tumblr, why won’t you let me cut posts when I reply akdsjlaksdgjalskdgj)

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the nerd i reblogged this from has a quality blog & i recommend you all follow them.

[thefellfire-blog]

(There was a summer power outage in my area, but now I’m back online. :D Yay!)

[miirdan-archived-blog]

       ‘I heard it was impossible to cross the Ice. How did you do it?’

                                                            thefellfire | starter call.

[thefellfire-blog]

“Very carefully.” Aegnor’s mouth twitches in small smile, “... and by falling through once or twice.”

[belenwen]

The End is in Sight | thefellfire

[belenwen]

Time stretched on and she was worrying that the suction of the water from the suddenly shifting ice had been too much, that it had swallowed up Aikanaro.  Her hand was met with the splash of frigid water and biting wind, but not his hand – not as quickly as she would have liked or hoped.  

Finally there was a solid weight upon her increasingly numbing hand and she grasped his hand and wrist with as much strength as she could muster.  “Pull!” the command was not only to her friend but to whomever had a firm grasp of her other arm and what felt like a pair of hands holding the back of her coat and tunic.  Her arm flexed as she tried to help the Arafinwean haul himself from the frozen waters even as others pulled her further onto the more solid ice.

Around them, there was a flurry of activity: others helping to retrace safe steps to the denser portions of the ice, the cries to find dry furs or clothes while it was urged to use what meager kindling they had left to start fires.  She could keenly hear the cries to urge the healers amongst the company to come closer too.  Even more frantic were the cries of those trying to find some that might have fallen into the waters and did not resurface like Aikanaro did.    

Once it was deemed safe, Nórima still had not let go of his hand and used it to haul him closer to her as she wrapped both arms around him in a fierce embrace.  “You picked a horrible time to go for a swim,” she muttered.  

[thefellfire-blog]

Aikanaro laughed, hot breath turning to mist in the cold air. When he heard his own voice, it was tinged with the tremor of the cold, “My apologies, Norima.” He hoisted himself onto the plank of ice, utilizing the leverage of Norimawende’s strong grip. The muscles in his arms and legs ached from effort and icy water.

Aikanaro shivered violently on contact with the air and released his hold on his dagger that was claimed by the freezing water. As he turned his head, he could see the healers moving towards him. Oh, Findarato would be furious...

A fur blanket, once fine, but now torn with age and wear, made contact with his shoulders. Aikanaro realized had been hoisted upright by someone and met the eyes of a dark-haired healer, who lit a fire by burning supplies and tried to ask him questions. He answered as best he could and braced himself on the ice, teeth chattering. A small bottle of warm liquid was thrust into his hands.

The healer gave Norima similar help and Aikanaro gazed around the ice. His warning had not come quickly enough and other elves had made similar mistakes. Messengers conveyed word to their leaders, as healers moved forward. The front of the host seemed to be aware of the dangers of the thin ice, while the rear was concerned and confused. There was nothing for it but to stay calm and wait to regroup, while Nolofinwe and Findarato shouted instructions.

[itsaubreylmfao]

i have a PhD in getting myself into really bad situations 

[littlewerewolfx3]

I’d be pissed too if I’ve gotten ditched on the shore and had to walk over the coldest, most deadly glacier ever (or whatever the Helcaraxe is)

[finduilas-faelivrin]

That morning -fragment by ekukanova

[thefellfire-blog]

Returning Home

Little Aikanaro looked around him, taking in the sights and sounds of his grandfather’s halls. Elves in fine robes chatted pleasantly with each other, scented beverages in hand. Aikanaro saw some of his older cousins in the throng, dressed in their finest clothing. However, he did not recognize all of these pleasant strangers. He could feel something in his stomach flutter.

His mother and father routinely moved their household between Tirion and Alqualonde. After what seemed like a very long summer, Aegnor and his brothers were returning to Tirion. Finwe’s halls were full of strangers; it seemed that some sort of celebration was underway. The press of people made Aikanaro nervous.

He lifted his chin and steeled his jaw to hide his fear, but his small grip tightened on Findarato’s hand. Aikanaro’s newly shorn hair was bright in the candlelight, falling about his face in uneven curls that were uniquely his. The crowd parted and he saw a face that he missed during his trip to Alqualonde.

“Haruni!”, Aikanaro yelled. He released Findarato’s hand and ran to his golden-haired grandmother, arms outstretched in energy and happiness.

[thefellfire-blog]

A Meeting in Doriath

[daughter-of-flowers]

 The forest had always been a place of joy and laughter for the princess. There were no sorrows in it, nor any memory of pain in them that Lúthien had ever known. They were a place of bliss away from the world, where you were free to do as you wish– and that is what she loved most. The freedom. The company of the animals was also something to love and hold dear, as was the whispering of the leaves, and greeting of the wind. Everything about the forest was perfect. There was not a thing not to love.

 For some time now, perhaps an hour or two, the dark haired beauty had been dancing about in the western forests of her homeland speaking and playing with the nightingales about. Their song was mighty and comical this day, no advice was to be given, but the elleth did not mind. Fun was always welcomed. Eventually, from her content spirit and heart, the maiden gave out a merry and light laughter, sweeter and purer than another among the face of Arda.

 Just a few more gracefully strides and steps did the princess take before coming to a sudden halt and watching the birds fly up and away to hide in the old Oaks that surrounded her. She had heard a voice– it was rich and deeps, but not one she had recognized. Lúthien froze in her wonder and fear as she listened and glanced around for a sight of somone, but there was none.

 “Who are you?” the noble’s light voice called back, while pallid hands thre the hood of a green cloak over her dark tresses in preperarion to flee. This could be an intruder for all she knew, even though something in her hearted doubted any danger.

[thefellfire-blog]

Aegnor’s lips quirk in a smile when he hears the retort. This person is full of courage and wit. Aegnor has always approved of those characteristics, wherever he has found them. He is overcome with a childlike curiosity, not unlike the kind that impelled him to make new friends as a young elf among the Teleri. However, the elves of Doriath knew their own forest much better than he. He would have trouble finding this elf unless they wanted to be found.

This forest was not his home among the Teleri or his home in the Halls of the Noldor. However, this place seems no less interesting to Aegnor. Doriath was fascinating and he had not met many elves here. Communication between the Elves of Aman and their kin in Middle Earth could be sparse, owing to difficulty traveling between the two places. Aegnor was fascinated at the prospect of meeting more elves and learning more about what life was like in this land.

He walks in the direction of the light voice, moving between old oak trees. The early morning sunlight falling down between the leaves blinds his vision for a moment; he shields his large, grey eyes with a slender hand. “I am Aegnor,” he responds, “son of Finarfin and grandson of Olwe. Now that you have heard my name, may I hear yours?”

[thefellfire-blog]

A Meeting in Doriath

After his siblings exchanged greetings with their cousins in the court of Menegroth, Aegnor was finally free to explore the woods around Doriath. He was not the cunning woodsman that his half-cousin was, but he still enjoyed hunting and exploring the wilderness. As the young sun continued to rise, light-drenched mist dissipated between the oak trees of Nivrim, Doriath’s western forest.

Aegnor, for that was Aikanaro’s name now, suddenly heard laughter. He had believed himself to be alone, moving between the trees in relative silence. His already-wide, slate grey eyes widen further and he lowers his grey hood. “Who is there?”, he asks in the direction of the gleeful noise.

[thefellfire-blog]

narwafinda said: //you have magnificent Vanyarin hair! °v°

(How sweet! Thank-you! :) )

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(My goofy face for Munday...)

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[ Bold which is most applicable to your muse between the two options! ]

Book smarts OR Street smarts

Introverted OR Extroverted

Sensible OR Imaginative

Brave OR Foolhardy

Family OR Friends

Wrath OR Greed

Sunrise OR Sunset

Indoors OR Outdoors

Night owl OR Early bird

Technology OR Old fashioned

Left-handed OR Right-handed

[thefellfire-blog]

“As far as men go, it is not what they are that interests me, but what they can become.” // mildly late oops

Aegnor continues to walk alongside his cousin on the ramparts of Barad Eithel. The sun is rising and the woods visible in the Ered Wethrin mountain range almost serve to convince Aegnor that it is an earlier, more peaceful time back in Valinor. It reminds him of a time when they did not have as many responsibilities and could dart off into the woods to spend the day hunting. Their lives have certainly changed now.

Aegnor nods in agreement with Fingon’s statement, “It seems that with men, so much of what they are is hidden below the surface. Finrod was the one who first convinced me to take interest in them, when he decided to take the members of the House of Beor as vassals.”