Tag: feanor

hedonistbyheart:

LotR_Silm: Father And Mother Both by Hedonistbyheart

“Finwe’s grief was great, and he went often to the gardens of Lorien and sitting beneath the silver willows beside the body of his wife he called her by her names.
But it was of no avail, and he alone in all the Blessed Realm was bereaved and sorrowful.
After a while he went to Lorien no more, for it did but increase his grief.
All his love he gave to his son; for Feanaro was like his mother in voice and countenance, and Finwe was to him both father and mother, and there was a double bond of love upon their hearts.” – Morgoth’s Ring, HoME by J. R. R. Tolkien, ed; C. Tolkien.

Finwë with baby Fëanaro, saying soft goodbyes before going to Lórien yet again.

I want to thank curufinwefeanaro and highkingfinwe for being so very inspiring!

Feanor/Nerdanel Headcanons

dreamingabalone:

-they met when Feanor left the royal house at like 50 or so to go get apprenticed to Mahtan because he’d had it up to here with his father and stepmother and new baby Findis

-they met because on the way to Mahtan’s place Feanor saw someone lounging under a tree and and asked them directions, but the person ignored him, and Feanor got progressively more and more angry, all teen injured pride because he’s crown prince of the Noldor dammit, yelling at the person who just kept laying there

-and then Nerdanel walks up and is like, why are you yelling at my statue? And Feanor realizes that the person is indeed a statue, but between the shade of the tree and the skill of the sculpting it was impossible to tell

-Feanor, ever drawn to skilled crafters and being an impulsive teenager, basically proposes on the spot. Nerdanel is just like, sorry, I get that you’re crown prince of the Noldor, but I hear no nightingales and we’ve just met and you were yelling at one of my statues. By the way my father is that way.

-Feanor spends his apprenticeship learning smithcraft and jewelcraft, but also courting Nerdanel, who is charmed by this impulsive, creative dork who will happily get just as lost in his craft as her and her father

-when she reaches her own mastery and her sculptures cannot be distinguished from life even in full light of Laurelin, he proposes again. This time she accepts.

undercat-overdog:

Turgon is an
interesting figure. I think in some ways he’s the most like Feanor
out of their entire family.

Love not too well the work of thy hands.

That’s
not something said to Feanor: it’s what Ulmo says to Turgon.
Turgon makes exactly
the same choice that Feanor did: Feanor refused to destroy the
Silmarils at the urging of the Valar, and Turgon refuses to forsake
Gondolin. Turgon is an artist,
and he loves the city he built.

 Feanor went a bit crazy when Morgoth killed
Finwe and stole the Silmarils, and Turgon doesn’t seem much saner
when he dies (“Great is the might of the Noldolie,” he shouts as his city is burning, right before death by architecture.)

Turgon
is also, I think, the most acutely aware of all his family, save
Feanor, of the possibility of loss. Feanor
was driven by a deep seated fear that things could be taken from him.
It’s ultimately what drives his feud with Fingolfin (you would
take my father’s love from me?). And it seems to drive Turgon too (yes, let’s make a hidden city where I can keep everyone safe!). In
Feanor’s case, it was triggered by the death of his mother and the
remarriage of his father (I can be replaced);
in Turgon’s by Elenwe’s death and then Aredhel’s.

Anyways,
I need to think about this more.

tolkien-in-beleriand:

Fëanor: The Silmarils are precious to me they are the work of my heart

Melkor: *steal them*

Fëanor: Melkor you are the worst

Teleri: These boats are precious to us they are the work of our hearts

Fëanor: I don’t care I’m gonna steal them and then burn them

Teleri: I hope a balrog fry your ass

nelyafinwe:

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nimium-amatrix-ingenii-sui:

nelyafinwe:

tyelperinqwr:

nelyafinwe:

i just put up the doors of during speak friend and enter + the feanorian star on my door but if any of yall can write “get thee gone from my gate thou jail crow of mandos” in quenya/tengwar it’ll be the fastest decor change i do in my life 

i think in quenya it would be “á auta intye et fendenya, corcomandale lo mandos” literally “get yourself away from my gate, prison-crow of mandos” (although ‘get yourself away from’ may be conjugated wrong)

and i *think* it would look like this written in tengwar:

bless you and ur sick language skillz

Here’s an alternative suggestion – no prepositions, we stick everything to the noun like Finns:

Heca [thou be gone] andonyallo [gate-my-away from], a [vocative particle] mandocorco [loose compound “gaol” + “crow"] OR corco mandó [”crow of the gaol”] mandosseva [”of Mandos” in a possessive sense, i.e. jailcrow owned by Mandos] OR mandossëo [”of Mandos” in a genitive sense, i.e. jailcrow that originated in Mandos]

Going with “Heca andonyallo, a mandocorco mandosseva!”, which is my preferred version – doesn’t it have a lovely rhythm?, that would be

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Cheers!

you are all gems and i love you

took me a while but yall will be glad to know no dark lord be coming to my gate no more