andie, she/her, 26, united states. this blog is full of Tolkien. also other art, photos, fandoms, and big-eyes-emoji stuff, but mostly Tolkien. i tag! my girlfriend is bright ivanaskye, who is a lot, but not too much
these testimonials are all going on my futuristic screencap-collector-wall once i sue the federal government for all their student debt and it’s over for those hoes
im really losing my shit thinking about vulcan childrens music and television. who could forget such hits as “3 is an appropriate number” and “walking in the street could lead to maiming or death”
the vulcan equivalent of the wiggles is just 3 normally dressed individuals reciting multiplication tables in unison
Speaking as someone with very little knowledge of Star Trek – I’ve seen like three episodes from random versions and I read Spock’s World – I violently disagree with this.
Even before I had such minimal knowledge as I do now, I thought that “vulcan” was a very appropriate word for them. It’s not that they don’t have emotions, if anything they have more than humans, they just run hard and deep, like volcanoes. You don’t want that thing to erupt.
So I imagine vulcan children’s TV is much like Sesame Street. Here is a muppet with anger issues! He spilled his milk and it made him ANGRY!!! Here comes someone dressed in completely normal clothes to say yes, that was indeed unfortunate, but anger is an irrational response to such a thing and not in keeping with the teachings of Surak; let us now explore different forms of meditation as emotional control, one of which includes three normally dressed individuals reciting multiplication tables in unison.
Ivana took this because my eyes hath the Bigness and also I have one (1) platonic ideal corkscrew curl that goes bounce
actually pump the brakes and lemme grab a drink, because I have Feelings about my golden haired darling and this is gonna get long. Strap in.
disclaimer: the good thing about the silm being a translation of a translation of a translation of a fiction book, whose author is very dead and therefore cannot stop me, is that my hc may not be popular but that’s okay because the world is wide enough for many, many hc’s. that being said…
you can pry nolofinwe’s and arafinwe’s good brother relationship out of my cold dead hands. arafinwe got along with the siblings, and only sans feanor once The Fuckening happened. the youngest finwion, I think he (and thus, his children) shucked the prince title because for starters, no one expected dad to die. that was a non-issue, and if dad if ever retired, it would go to feanor, who may or may not even want it (read: may not be given it because of The Fuckening) it which case the crown would go to the next oldest sibling, aka not nolofinwe fIGHT ME TOLKS. Findis is next in line, and that’s counting on her not spitting on the ground about politics. so there’s that.
I think Nolofinwe got all the anxiety in that line, where Arafinwe got the apathy. By the time he came along and was old enough to see what was going on, he was already Tired. Loved his family, but there’s a reason his kids have Teleri names, and his love of Earwen is 75% of that. The rest is wanting to get out from under the Finwion dynasty. Let the other brothers fight over kids’ names and which finwe jr they made. Arafinwe’s house had a strict “leave your politicking at the door and don’t bring that shit into my good swan house”, something he hoped his kids would inherit I’m sure (it all went to Orodreth).
Let’s skip to the Fuckening and beyond. I can’t even begin to imagine what the first kinslaying did, and then to watch his kids walk away like that. I see Ara get a lot of grief about leaving, especially leaving them but here’s the thing: first of all, he wasn’t the only one to turn back. Nolofinwe was there and I have no doubt there was a lot of tearful “you better watch your nephews and niece or so help me”. And how could he go? He had built a life with the teleri, with his teleri wife. He had to stay for her if nothing else. (I think he hoped the kids would turn back before the end).
I think he was a good king because he was not like finwe. I think he was argumentative, I think he called bullshit whenever and wherever he could. I think did a lot of things in the name of his family (and I think he knew when each one fell).
I think he was ready to go during the war of wrath. I think he hesitated because he felt he must, but went anyways because at that point who didn’t want to kick morgoth’s ass? I think he screamed at the injustice of it all, that the valar waited so long to do something. I think he screamed his way down the battlefield and no one wanted to admit that for a moment they were afraid that eru himself had come down, and that’s why you never hear that (blasphemy). I think he looked for his brothers, his sister, even though he knew better.
(I think finrod was by his side.)
I think, when he returned to Valinor, he wanted nothing more than to live quietly with his family, king or no. (I think the monarchy began to fade a little. A lot. For the noldor.)
I think he deserved more of a story than he was given.
And on the evening of Midsummer Aragorn, Arathorn’s son, and Arwen daughter of Elrond went to the fair hill, Cerin Amroth, in the midst of the land, and they walked unshod upon the undying grass with elanor and niphredil about their feet.
At some point as a teenager I read this passage in Appendix A and confused the word unshod with unclad, and was Shocked that a Good Christian Author like Tolkien would write about a man and a woman frolicking naked on a hill together before they were married!! Then I reread the passage years later and realized what a dope I’d been
ephal ephalak idon hi-akallabeth 