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doot-boi · 2 months

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"But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar"

I think it's no surprise to my followers who pay attention to my silm posting that I love Finrod Felagund's character, but this is the line that sticks with me heavily. Within the Quenta Silmarillion, it is told that all of those Ñoldor caught within the Doom of Mandos and of the Silmarils will "yearn for [their] bodies, and find little pity", which is often taken to mean that none of those who left Valinor would be granted the possibility of returning to physical form, to live in the bliss of Aman (though arguments can clearly be made that only those who participated in the kinslaying were under such a doom, but I choose to ignore that). That's what makes this line so much more impactful to me, along with a more important facet; it's placement in the chapter.

Just 2 pages earlier, at his death, Finrod says it will be long before he is seen again amongst his people, perhaps believing he will not be granted a bodily form until such a time as the rest of the Ñoldor would be. He dies in the darkness of his corrupted tower, and is mourned at length by Beren until Lúthien his love arrives and rouses him, and together their hope is kindled again as the sun rises (a very common theme in Tolkien's works). They honour and bury Finrod atop the island, a tomb to be unchanged until the War of Wrath caused upheaval in all of Beleriand

It's here that this line comes in. His tomb is inviolate until all the land is, but he himself walks with his father, the only of Finwë's sons to remain in Valinor, and that says so many things.

He is one of few, or perhaps the only, Ñoldorin exile to be gifted bodily rebirth. He surpassed the Doom of Mandos (see my 2nd link in paragraph 1)

His father welcomes him home and forgives his leaving

No matter the state of his grave, Felagund is himself unmarred

No timeline is given for Finrod's bodily resurrection, but I choose to believe it is before the end of the First Age (and the fandom wiki agrees, tolkien gateway being more vague), for no other reason than Eärendil. It is because of Finrod, his assistance of and sacrifice for Beren, that the man of Bëor lives long enough to be united with Lúthien in the Quest, and they, along with Huan, are able to retrieve the Silmaril that Eärendil brings to Aman. I consider that Finrod is likely unaware of the success of the Quest, given it seems the rest of Valinor was (or at least they waited for a plea from Middle-Earth before acting on anything). Imagine his wonder, his pride, and his joy, at seeing that not only was the quest successful, but here, 80 years after he died, he sees Beren and Lúthien's grandson-in-law bearing the jewel. I wonder what he would have said to Amarië his love, if he would have remarked in joyous tears that the horrors and the death that led him back into Aman were not faced in vain. I wonder if, taking up his weapon to participate in the War of Wrath, he either sat a moment in sorrow, or in hope, or in some other emotion, considering what lay ahead of him, and as he came home afterwards with many of his kinsfolk, what he felt as he came to the bliss that would last until the changing of the world.

No matter his feelings on the Wars, what his experiences are and what he goes through after his resurrection, we know this:

Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees of Eldamar

#silmarillion #tolkien #finrod felagund #finrod #findarato #findaráto #beren erchamion #beren #luthien tinuviel #luthien #lúthien #finarfin #eärendil #earendil #amarië #one day I will own the lays of beleriand and be even further enamoured with his tale

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art-of-firefly · 1 year

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Preview - The spouses and lovers of Finarfin's children

I'll post one every Saturday, starting with Finrod's betrothed, Amarië

House of Finwë

#amarië #eldalote #andreth #celeborn #arafinweans #the silmarillion #silmarillion fanart #house of finarfin #house of finwe #my art #edhellos #my chara-designs

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cilil · 1 month

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Femslash February

⬡ Prompt: Hourglass & staring from across (rare pair bingo) | Galadriel x Amarië ⬡ Synopsis: Forced to stay behind in Valinor, Amarië waits for the day of Galadriel's return ⬡ Warnings: / ⬡ Drabble

Sand trickles through Amarië's fingers like the inevitable passage of time, reminiscent of the frozen hourglass that are the Undying Lands.

She wants the wait to be over. Day after day, year after year, she wonders how long it will take.

Ages ago now, Artanis journeyed over the sea to seek her fortune elsewhere, and Amarië will always wish she'd had the opportunity to go with her. For good or for ill, she wanted to be by her side.

Others have returned since. Artanis has not.

And Amarië can only wait, wondering if she found what she was looking for.

Thanks for reading! ♡

#galadriel #artanis #amarie #amarië #galadriel x amarie #wlw #drabble #silm fanfic #silmarillion fanfiction #silmarillion #cílil writes #my writing #femslash february

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velvet4510 · 15 days

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#jrr tolkien #lotr books #the silmarillion #valinor #tolkien elves #noldor #vanyar #finrod #finrod felagund #amarië #amarie #tolkien legendarium #lotr poll

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 8 days

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Words of love

Day 5 prompts: Love

For: @silmarillionepistolary

Rating: General Audiences

Characters: Eönwë, Maglor, Írimë

Theme : A series of letters from one character to another - Eönwë to Ingwion | Maglor to Indilien (OC) | Írimë to Amarië

Themes: Soft | Fluff

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 778 words

Summary: Eönwë writes to Ingwion after the latter sends him a letter on life in Valimar | Maglor writes to Indilien, thanking her for agreeing to him corresponding with her | Írimë writes to Amarië, thanking her for her gifts

A/n: OC name meaning Indilien, wife of Maglor - Indil (Lily) | ien (suf. feminine ending; feminine patronymic).

This is also available on AO3

Letter 1 – Eönwë to Ingwion:

10th day of Y.T. 1231.—

Beloved,

It pleases me to hear that your training with Lord Tulkas goes well and that he sees to your lessons himself. He is a most steadfast and hardy friend, and I am certain that you will not want for comfort while you reside within his halls. Valimar is a most beautiful city, and to be invited to see all that lies behind its walls of white and gold is a rare honor. Prove yourself worthy of this honor, as I am sure you will, and you will discover much of what that fair city has to offer.

My love, your letter moved me deeply. To read of your deep longing for me, to know I am foremost in your thoughts! I confess that I read it once, and then I read it twice, and then I read it a third time. I treasured every word and committed each and every one of them to heart. I pray you will not think me weak when I admit I feel your absence most keenly. The great halls do not ring with the sound of your sweet laughter, and our chambers feel strangely cold and empty without you in them. The time of flowering and ripening of all things is upon us, and yet I find that Ilmarin is shrouded in the dark and dismal winter of death your leaving has left it in. Forgive me. The pain of our separation is nigh unbearable. I do all that I can to make myself content with the knowledge that when I call on you, this pain will pass. Alas! If only time flowed according to our own wishes! If only there was a way to make that appointed hour of our reunion arrive faster! There is none. Nevertheless, we will see each other again. This is all that truly matters in the end. With this, I will put an end to my letter. Write to me as often as you can, my love, and always keep me in your thoughts.

Written by the hand of he who longs for you,

Eönwë

Letter 2 - Maglor to Indilien (OC)

30th day of Y.T. 1284.—

Noble lady,

Allow me to begin by offering my sincerest and most humble gratitude for your granting of my wish to write to you, and I pray that I will not make you weary with my letters. I was told you were most astonished by my appeal and that you consider my request an honor. Pray allow me to correct you on this, my lady, for the one who is honored, is myself. Never have I heard another sing so sweetly or seen anyone more beautiful! There is no word to give justice to how you have captivated me, my lady, and I pray that you will allow me to speak of how you have held me enthralled the next time we meet. Such words will be poor fare, to be sure, but they will, no doubt, speak of the sincerity of my feelings and the depths they contain. I will write no more for a lack of time, but I beseech you to write to me if I have not offended you in any way with my declaration.

Your most faithful servant,

Lord Makalaurë Kanafinwë

Letter 3 - Írimë to Amarië

91st day of Y.T. 1362.—

Beloved,

Thanks and thanks and thanks again, my dearest, for your gifts. And thanks once more, for your tender words. They are more precious to me than any gift, though I will treasure the works of your hands greatly. Mother helped me find a place for all of them, and we both agreed that the marble carving of the great eagles who dwell in the crags of Ilmarin is the most breathtaking. So magnificent! So lifelike! I would have considered the turning of stone into something so fine nigh impossible had the great sculptor herself, Nerdanel, not proven me wrong on more than one occasion on that score. You are gifted as she, and I consider myself the most fortunate of elves to have one such as you by my side.

I am truly overwhelmed by your expression of love for me. No words could describe the sincerity of my gratitude, my dearest, but please accept these words, humble as they may be, as a token of my thanks. It heartens me to no end to know that I am so loved. And pray accept this gift—a bracelet that I have recently crafted—if it pleases you. With this, I shall bring an end to my letter.

Your beloved,

Írimë

tags @cilil @asianbutnotjapanese

#silmarillionepistolary #epistolary #eönwë #ingwion #eönwë x ingwion #maglor #tolkien OC #maglor x indilien #Írimë #amarië #Írimë x Amarië #the silm #the silmarillion #the silm fanfiction

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outofangband · 1 year

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Amarië, beloved of Finrod board for @that-angry-noldo

We know so little about her, next to nothing! But I always imagined she probably also is curious and finds beauty in much. Perhaps she wrote letters for Finrod and any other loved ones who crossed the Ice in the hopes that one day she could give them to them.

x x x x x x x x

note: face claims are always subject to change as I tend to just go with photos I think work for individual boards

#Amarië #Finrod #the silmarillion #silmedit #silmedits #edits

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eilinelsghost · 2 months

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hi frankie!! thank you so much for the ask, very excited to come up with a five sentence prompt for you! if you're up to it, 'he had long struggled to imagine what it would be like to speak of this grief, this love, to the ones that had known him before.' pls?

He had long struggled to imagine what it would be like to speak of this grief, this love, to the ones that had known him before. But when it came, it was the ease of it that surprised him. She had wedded one of the Returned in the time since the Exile—indeed he remembered him from the Mithrim Avari, Gondil of the folk of the lake, a weaver ere he perished in the Bragollach—and in that bond she had learned much already of Beleriand's grief, of its transience and the longing, the unending pain of its loss. Thus at his own return she saw in one glance what the others had not marked and sought him out when the formalities were finished and the dinner cleared away. In the still starlight of the garden she came near him with none of the anger he had dreaded, she set her hand upon his cheek and there was understanding in the touch.

"Ingo." Amarië's voice was quiet. "Dear one."

"Niéle," he whispered in return and tried to summon a smile, then gave in to the grief and let his tears run loose as she gathered him within her arms. "His name was Balan."

See A Heady Fragrance of Honey for the background on Finrod's use of Níéle as an epessë.

Well I fully gave up on trying to keep this to five sentences, but that's entirely your fault for sending me a first line that set all the brainworms in motion. Thank you so much for this prompt! I loved working on this one and might have to add it to the future WIPs...

#if anyone has more of these feel free to keep sending them #i'm surprised by how much fun it's been trying out prompts #finrod #amarië #bëor #my fic #asks and answers #prompts

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celegormworm · 6 months

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Edrahil is actually trans man Amarië. Is this anything

#hmmm thoughts considerations #Edrahil #amarië #Finrod #Tolkien

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actual-bill-potts · 8 months

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For the rare elulindo/amarië mutuals <3 <3

"How could you leave?" said Amarië again. She thought of the first time she had met Elulindo. His body had been cold. His brother had been weeping.

"My grandfather was dead," said Finrod. "Fingon and Turgon were my cousins. There was so much sorrow ahead of them. I - I wanted to help. I wanted to go on."

"There was so much sorrow behind you," said Amarië. "Your mother; your father!" She had been happily married for an Age now; but traitorous tears pricked at her eyes nonetheless. "Me; and your people."

"There was no good choice," said Finrod. "I was abandoning someone either way. I am sorry I left you. I am sorry for the grief we left in our wake. I cannot be sorry for going to Beleriand: dearly loved, long gone. There were wonders there; there was joy; there was love!"

"There was love here," said Amarië. She thought of the second time she had met Elulindo, come singing from the Halls, and how his blue eyes had seemed to pierce her through. "There was joy."

Finrod’s eyes softened. "I am glad to hear it."

#finrod #amarië #amarië/elulindo #silm fic #my writing

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maeofthenoldor · 1 year

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Pry Your Hands From My Decaying Body

Amarië is barred from leaving with the exiles, who now waits alone and abandoned in Valinor by her betrothed in the land she wished to forsake. Betrayed and wrathful, she leaves her family in the midst of the endless night, to swear to her most worshipped Vala as one of her elf-maidens, in hopes that her family would never find her in the sanctuary of the evergreen gardens. However any thoughts of it being paradise is quickly crushed, for there is something dark stirring in the woods, and it does not help that she is utterly entranced by the lady she now serves.....

Vana-The Ever-Young.

a gift for @kimaracretak on ao3 for the @myslashyvalentine 2023 event! Thank you to all the mods who helped plan and create this wonderful event; and thank you to Keiliss who is in all of our thoughts.

Rating: T| Not rated

Relationships: Amarië/Vana

Charachters: Amarië, Vana, Melyanna, mentions of Finrod and original female charachters.

Word count: 19.6k

Tags: Surrealism, Body Horror, Self-Destruction, Childhood Trauma Forbidden Love, Religious Guilt, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Dancing and Singing

Read It On Ao3!

#my slashy valentine #myslashyvalentine #Msv2023 #silmarillion #amarië #finrod #silm #my writing #tolkien #vana #Amarië x Vana #fanfic #femslash

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voikukkasi · 9 months

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#the silm fandom #silmarillion #the silmarillion #finrod #finrod felagund #amarië

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ettelenethelien · 1 month

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and now I wonder where you are

has your fate caught up with you yet

are you smiling still so fair and far

in this way of yours I can't forget

Amarië (?)

#very very bad poem I'm afraid but I'm sending it out into the world for some reason #Amarië #finrod #my post #fanpoem

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thelandswemadeofpaper · 1 year

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I think we need a name for a character that technically exist in the work but, for some reason, was not named, given a face or much story beyond was necessary.

They are not 'original characters', just original versions of a character.

Some are unnamed, some are not.

Edit: It seens we already have, either textual ghosts or canon ocs. I like the term 'Adopted Characters'.

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velvet4510 · 15 days

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 4 months

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Hello everyone! I will not be taking requests for January or Fenruary, but, I will be writing ficlets for the following pairings and prompts, and I will be posting them every Tuesday from the 16th of January onwards.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

❤️ Mairon/Arien: "I love you. Most ardently." Pride and Prejudice, 2005

❤️ Celegorm/Curufin: "As you wish." The Princess Bride

❤️ Finrod/Amarië: "I will return. I will find you. Love you. Marry you. And live without shame." Atonement

❤️ Modern! Tulkas x Modern! Maedhros: "They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that’s true.” Big Fish

❤️ Aegnor/Andreth: "I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss of her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it. One." City of Angels

❤️ Varda/Uinen: “I’ve come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is, and always will be, yours.” Sense and Sensibility, 1995

❤️ Eönwë/Gothmog "You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how." - Gone with the Wind, 1939.

Minors DNI/🔞

#new event #tolkien #the silmarillion #the silm fanfiction #mairon #arien #celegorm #curufin #finrod #amarië #tulkas #maedhros #aegnor #andreth #varda #uinen #eönwë #gothmog

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that-angry-noldo · 1 year

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Are you still taking Drabble prompts? If so ⚔️ and amarië please? I love ur war of wrath stuff!!

this turned out a bit longer! hope you'll enjoy :)

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"Arafinwë!"

Finarfin straightened and looked up from the trench. He could hardly see anything but a blue sky from down there.

"Arafinwë!" the voice drew closer. Finarfin put his showel aside, wiping his hands at his robe, and sighed.

"Your majesty!" the voice finally called, and Finarfin lifted his face. He blinked, surprised, and then smiled.

"Amarië!" he grinned. The woman was looming on the edge of a trench, faint smile on her lips. "What a surprise! How come?"

"Get up here first, your Majesty. I have wasted too much time already looking for you through your whole damn camp."

Finarfin got out of the trench quickly, and looked at Amarië. "You should have talked to Deldhineth," he said, seeing his captain a few steps away. They crossed eyes, and there was despair in Deldhineth's gaze for a second (she didn't tell me - i don't know who she is - i'm not made for these things - sir why am i doing this); he turned back to Amarië. "She would have shown you the way."

"Deldhineth was very lovely, yes. Though she was mostly confused, as I didn't care to introduce myself," she looked at the woman apologetically. "I was in a hurry."

"This is Amarië, Deldhineth," Finarfin said, and Deldhineth nodded her head slowly, eyes still lingering on the woman with suspicion. "My named daughter and future daughter-in-law."

"I am also a messenger," Amarië added, and her face became serious. "About that. I bring news, Arafinwë. Good or bad, that is up to you."

Finarfin felt the bliss of a kind summer day (so rare these times!) wither momentarily. He straightened. "We shall discuss them in my tent, then. Let's go. I'll show the way."

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"A letter from Elulindo Olwion, first."

Finarfin skimmed through the letter, set it aside. "There's nothing of vital information, I will read it later. Next?"

"From your daughter," Amarië said, handing him the envelope. Her hands were already reaching for the new letter. "Though I think you would want to take a look at Prince Ingwion's message. The situation on frontlines changed drastically."

Finarfin froze, refrained from opening Galadriel's letter. He glanced over Ingwion's hurried writing.

There was a second of tense silence. Then, Finarfin jerked his head.

"Deldhineth," he ordered sharply. "Call a briefing. In commandment's tent, in half an hour. Make sure everything's ready."

"Yes, sir."

Amarië watched as the woman left the tent. Finarfin was rereading the letter, his face grim.

"If this proves true, we'll need a major change of plans," he finally said, and Amarië nodded absently. "What are you thinking?"

Amarië shook her head. "It was such a beaitiful spring on my ride here," she said. "I was in hurry, but the sun was kind, and the skies were blue. For a second there, I dreamed that no blood would be spilled as long ad the sun shines this bright and birds chirp that merry."

"This place had been peaceful, too," Finarfin sighed. "You were not the only one who hoped."

"Hope is a fool's affair. Do you want me to be at the meeting?"

"There's no need. You should rest. Tonight you shall ride again, as soon as we come to an agreement."

Amarië sighed, and for a second there, Finarfin saw just how tired she was - just how much the life of a messenger wearied her, how much constant travels and fights and meetings left their mark. Then, she shook her head, and a collected careless facade was back. "Very well," she said. "I'll rest, then. Tell me how to find the kitchens first, though..."

The birds were chirping merrily, and the sun was shining kindly. The war was on its very peak.

#amarië #finarfin #silmarillion #tolkien #silm fic #written at 1:30 am #i am sincerely sorry for all the typos #i'm glad you like my war of wrath thingies #she's my special girl <3 my special brainrot <3

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