I’d love to hear your thoughts on what Eldritch peredhel entail
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Sorry this took so long @outofangband and thank you for asking this I am! Delighted! And am preemptively putting a read more down because I cannot shut up about they <3
alright I'm just gonna put stuff and headcanons down as they occur to me so expect low-moderate levels of coherency
shapeshifting is an obvious one (gets weaker down the generations) but because my brain is Like This I have caveats!
thanks to my whole peredhil things=gender allegory that my brain spit out without my permission I've long struggled against my inherent feeling that while they can shapeshift they don't like it
but because I'm now aware of my brain's reasoning I can say it's because of ✨fantasy dysphoria✨
that's oversimplifying, obviously, but peredhil already have so much issues with working through who and what they are and compromising between body and mind and spirit that actively choosing to change into/present as something/someone who They Are Not is. Not usually their cup of tea.
As a whole they tend to have specific forms that they prefer as being closer to themselves, and distinct enough that it doesn't feel like they're faking something they're not
(changing to look like a different person, or a edited version of themself is Very Very not fun unless either explicitly for disguise or shenanigans)
(the exception to this is that Luthien can make herself look almost perfectly human without any real issue. she doesn't do it often but especially as she ages she likes to catch glimpses of her reflection and get both excited and sappy. this is in contrast to making herself look almost perfectly like an elf which makes her feel like her skin is on fire.)
(Also I'm pretty sure all of them can flip their agab presentation while only feeling varying degrees of off, and even then it's a different feeling than the shapeshifting dysphoria. Dior and Elwing are the two who I think mind it the most)
They all have the (agonizing to write) trait of feeling very distinct relationships to their species in their body vs soul/mind vs spirit/fea and they all feel it very differently! This isn't exclusive to Luthien's line but the maia blood does make it worse.
Oh! This is a new headcanon of mine actually but!
They all have faces that are very very hard to capture in image. They are the bane of portrait artists (and, to a degree, sculptors) everywhere because the art never looks accurate to life
It's not blatantly off it's just. missing something? Or something was added? maybe it's a little too wide, or narrow, or long, or short, in one place or another
It's not unrecognizable but if you've ever seen the subject in real life you can just tell
It's especially bad with Luthien (and Daeron) and Dior (to a lesser extent) because everyone literally sees them differently, as in their features will be slightly different depending on what each person finds attractive/aesthetically appealing and beautiful
(not a lot, again, it's not unrecognizable, but there has never and will never be any accurate depiction of Luthien as she was as a person)
(as a concept, though, as the most beautiful creature to have ever existed in Arda, a little of her image exists in every portrait lovingly made of a beloved spouse, every child's drawing of their family, in biological sketches of songbirds and field mice, in a sculpture of a stranger's face. Daeron remembers his sister perfectly, but he collects these regardless)
(Arwen, Luthien come again, isn't described as such by her grandparents. Galadriel and Celeborn both knew Luthien, and while Arwen and her father both look as closely to her as genetically possible, to those who actually know them both it's nothing more than uncanny family resemblance. Luthien was to most a concept personified, Arwen is a person with concepts imposed on her.)
The list of people who have seen Luthien how she actually, physically, defaultly is, essentially consists of Melian, Daeron, Beren, and Dior
Beren doesn't see her as she is right away because he doesn't know her right away, but they learn about each other and she shows herself and he sees her and by the time she rescues him from Tol-im-Gaurhoth there are no echoes on her face
(He's always a little bit haunted that he nearly died without realizing he'd never quite seen the truth of her before)
Neither Thingol or Beren can quite see their own features on their children's faces. They clearly take after their mothers, after all!
(This leads to much affectionate eye-rolling on Melian and Luthien's part)
Hair stuff!
It's alive! kinda! it's definitely not normal hair!
It moves a lot on its own. Sometimes like a breeze is blowing where there isn't one. Sometimes more like tentacles. It depends on its mood.
They've got some very pretty traditional cosmic horror vibes swirling around on their heads. It's very sparkly and colorful but in a Forbidden Shrimp Colors that your brain is unable to comprehend way so it reads as iridescent black mostly, or holographic white, where applicable
Luthien's hair actually is a glimpse into space, Daeron's is a glance at a star
(Luthien's magic hair cloak survives, I think, into the 4th age and beyond, though if anyone/anything has found it they certainly don't know the origins of the beautifully intricate living star map. It has seen the reign of countless north stars, yet the lines always point to the same coordinates- where the ancient, sunken, ruined remains of what once was Tol-im-Gaurhoth lay)
Speed round!
Fangs and talons and horns oh my! Are they tooth and keratin and bone, or are they petrified wood and gem and stone? Yes!
They all smell a little like ozone and a lot like petrichor, flowers, and Green. If you've smelled green you know what I'm talking about. Also, unfortunately, like bird. Birds don't smell great, especially wet bird.
Weird Foresight Powers++
(Most of them don't have actual foresight, but all of them are more in-tune with the Song than is natural for an incarnate)
Their eyes glow, most notably in the dark, unless the irises turn black as they sometimes do. They are also all unnaturally bright versions of the less-spooky parent's- Dior's are gold, Elwing's are blue-green like a tropical sea (Elured and Elurin split the color between them- ultramarine and emerald), Elrond and Elros have pale star-gold, Elladan, Elrohir, and Arwen all have silver.
(Daeron and Luthien being the exception again, because I decided they have Melian's eyes before I decided this, and I don't know what color eyes Thingol has. Watsonianly: Melian's spooky genes overwrite a lot. Luthien's genotype is probably much closer to his than her magically overwritten phenotype)
Their sclerae turn black and their pupils white, on occasion, usually when using powers
They don't bleed right. It's a little too red for an elf, a little too light for a human, and it shines strange as it beads like quicksilver on the skin
They have very shiny, cool skin. Luthien looked like her's was silver plate under a stretched stocking, the rest toned it down from there but it's still noticeable.
The Song is. Attached to them. They are all very much Main Characters. Their lives have a clear story arc with symbolism and narrative parallels. They are all subconsciously aware that their lives are a fairytale, whether tragic or no, and yes this has many Implications and affects. They are not the only ones like this, but they are the only ones who, to some level, know they are in a story.
This is the fundamental separation between them and everyone else.
The difference in how they perceive themselves between heart soul and spirit is very difficult to explain and understand, but not impossible to someone who knows them and is willing to put in the work.
The life-long knowledge that they are Important to the Song and their every choice and event they experience and their mere existence serves a greater purpose in a way that most other people simply do not- that's very, very isolating.
No one else can understand how they see the world. Very very few people are willing to try, and even fewer in a way that's not frustrating. There is a reason most of them find only one person to latch on to outside of their family, and a reason they hold on through hell and high water.
(This is about being neurodivergent)
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Shout out to my cousin being completely 😑😑😑 bc I was so delighted by the reindeer just casually walking through traffic in Rovaniemi, as if I don’t have my own herd of whitetail deer that are so ordinary I’m like 😑😑😑 (if not 🔪🔪🔪🔪) every time I see them.
Then I think about the desi guy in a fancy car who rolled up to mr61below at a trailhead all “where can I see the wolves and moose and bears?? 😍😍😍” and my poor husband had to try to explain to him that you absolutely do not want to run into ANY of them while hiking, that if he really wants to see them, to go to the centers in Ely.
Like, this? Annoying, but not really that dangerous: lone black bears are usually easily run off with a stern ‘gwon, GIT!’ (And they really do need to be run off, bc if they learn that people aren’t scary, then they become absolute trash goblins, and they ARE smart enough to give zero fucks. If the DNR tries to relocate them, they’ll just follow the scent back to where they know they can get easy meals. Fuck every single person who thinks it’s ‘cute’ to feed them.)
But this???? 110% terrifying. I flat out called my boss that I will not be coming to work until they leave on their own. She hung around all summer. This is the mama that charged me bc I tried to say ‘gwon, GIT!’ from the doorway, but her cubs went right up the tree next to the garage, she charged me, then stalked the yard for another 4 straight hours.
The only thing scarier in my life was the time a bull moose charged us while blueberry picking.
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[Reaction to this post] - [Yako belongs to @askoinari]
Despite the dramatic fit of rage, Silas was quick to return to his frozen state when Yako neared. He was obviously going to be no threat to the Thievul anytime soon. His fear towards them greatly outwayed any anger. He could only hold his breath in the hope they wouldn't decide to retaliate and attack him back.
Considering how disrespectful the Zoroark had been, they would be more than justified to do so and in this state, he was nothing more than a sitting duck ready to be killed at a whim.
With those final words, the threat dissipated, and the moment he felt their overwhelming presence lessen, his real reaction began to seep through the cracks of his facade.
No longer able to contain his emotions Silas let out a loud gasp, quickly followed by an onslaught of panicky breathing. For some reason, he suddenly felt as if he couldn't breathe, almost like a weight was crushing down on him. The fox couldn't help but spiral into a panic, though he didn't seem to register that was what was happening.
He couldn't bring himself to do much but desperately claw at his ears and face for some type of relief from his mental anguish.
After a long moment of him clawing at himself, he finally fell silent, though his frantic breathing did not.
His rage and frustration quickly began to return, and all the anger he felt towards their verbal assault finally hit him, though, it didn't last very long. Silas was just as easily overtaken by sorrow and depression.
[Not this again.] Just as someone once told him long ago... He was always too emotional.
He silently sank to the ground, pulling himself close. He seemed defeated, tired even. Just truly done with everything at the moment.
"What is the fucking point anymore..."
→ Silas seems to have calmed down from his fit.
→ The Ask Hints page has been added.
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