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Fëanáro; King of the Noldor and Lord of the Lights

‘Why, O my people, why should we longer serve these jealous gods, who cannot keep us, nor their own realm even, secure from their Enemy? And though he be now their foe, are not they and he of one kin? Vengeance calls me hence, but even were it otherwise, I would not dwell longer in the same land with the kin of my father’s slayer and the thief of my treasure. Yet I am not the only valiant in this valiant people. And have ye not all lost your king? And what else have ye not lost, cooped here in a narrow land between the jealous mountains and the harvestless Sea? Here once was light, that the Valar begrudged to Middle-earth, but now dark levels all. Shall we mourn here deedless for ever, a shadow-folk, mist-haunting, dropping vain tears in the salt thankless Sea? Or shall we go home? In Cuiviénen sweet ran the waters under unclouded stars, and wide lands lay about where a free folk might walk. There they lie still and await us who in our folly forsook them. Come away! Let the cowards keep this city. But by the blood of Finwë! unless I dote, if the cowards only remain, then grass will grow in the streets. Nay, rot, mildew, and toadstool.’

Morgoth´s Ring by J.R.R Tolkien - Of the Speech of Fëanor upon Túna

This took way too long - want a burning version too? or the end of his speech??↓

‘Fair shall the end be, though long and hard shall be the road! Say farewell to bondage! But say farewell also to ease! Say farewell to the weak! Say farewell to your treasures — more still shall we make! Journey light. But bring with you your swords! For we will go further than Tauros, endure longer than Tulkas: we will never turn back from pursuit. After Morgoth to the ends of the Earth! War shall he have and hatred undying. But when we have conquered and have regained the Silmarils that he stole, then behold! We, we alone, shall be the lords of the unsullied Light, and masters of the bliss and the beauty of Arda! No other race shall oust us!’

Deedless  -   Leif Engström ,  2019.

Swedish, b. 1992  -

Oil on MDF , 125 × 75 cm.

make their words a doom irrevocable

(On Míriel Therindë, her descendants, and flawed prophecies.)

It's generally accepted that foresight is a particular gift of the House of Finarfin. Finrod has it in spades, as does Galadriel. The House of Fëanor, on the other hand, is often portrayed as the opposite: blindly caught in their own doom, with no foresight or wisdom to cut their way free. I'd like to advance an alternative headcanon that I'm rather fond of: many of the Fëanorians had a sort of twisted gift of prophecy, where they saw parts of the future and, in their eagerness to prevent the events they saw, ended up causing them – kind of like anti-Cassandras, if you will.

Let's start with Míriel herself, who doesn't have a lot to say or do in the published silm (although I understand there's more on her in the Histories). One of her two lines of dialogue, however, absolutely haunts me: "But hold me blameless in this, and in all that may come after." This is what she tells Finwë prior to going to Lórien, where she eventually dies. Míriel knows something of the terrible things her son will do or cause to happen. That's chilling! Is that part of why she's so weary – she's afraid of what Fëanor will do? But if she hadn't died in the first place, would Fëanor have become the person he did? Did Míriel's knowledge of the future, and her reaction to that knowledge, actually cause it? I think so!

Thesis established, we'll move on to Fëanor himself. The text is pretty unambiguous about Fëanor's foresight. A few examples:

On the making of the Silmarils: "For Fëanor, being come to his full might, was filled with a new thought, or it may be that some shadow of foreknowledge came to him of the doom that drew near; and he pondered how the light of the Trees, the glory of the Blessed Realm, might be preserved imperishable."

On the exile to Formenos: "Thither also came Finwë the King, because of the love that he bore to Fëanor; and Fingolfin ruled the Noldor in Tirion. Thus the lies of Melkor were made true in seeming, though Fëanor by his own deeds had brought this thing to pass; and the bitterness that Melkor had sown endured, and lived still long afterwards between the sons of Fingolfin and Fëanor." (emphasis mine, because !!!)

From his speech in Tirion post-Darkening: "Shall we mourn here deedless for ever, a shadow-folk, mist-haunting, dropping vain tears in the thankless sea?" Hmm who does that put me in mind of, Fëanor? Your own second son by any chance?

After the Valar exile him for his Oath: "Such hurt at the least will I do to the Foe of the Valar that even the mighty in the Ring of Doom shall wonder to hear it." That certainly happens – but Fëanor isn't the one to do it.

Drifting into speculation, why does Fëanor make the breathtakingly idiotic decision to burn the swan-ships? Does he maybe catch some glimpse of a future where his host and Fingolfin's sit divided an opposite shores of a lake, and so seek to consolidate his own position as leader of the Noldor by abandoning those who would betray him? But in burning the ships, he eventually causes the kingship to pass to Fingolfin. Perhaps flawed foresight and terrible judgement strike again!

What about Fëanor's sons – do they inherit his foresight too? Before I drift completely into headcanon territory, I'd like to argue that there is one son who canonically fits this paradigm: Curufin. From the Nargothrond Incident: "And after Celegorm Curufin spoke, more softly but with no less power, conjuring in the minds of the Elves a vision of war and the ruin of Nargothrond. So great a fear did he set in their hearts that never after until the time of Túrin would any Elf of that realm go into open battle". But actually Curufin is kind of right? When the Elves of Nargothrond do eventually go into open battle, the realm falls. Building the bridge was a bad idea. In fact, even the company that Gwindor leads to the Nirnaeth all tragically die there (with the exception of Gwindor himself, who's taken captive)! But, on the other hand, if Curufin hadn't scared the entire kingdom out of fighting, the Nirnaeth might have been won in the first place.

Okay now have some headcanons completely unsupported by anything textual.

Consider Amrod on the crossing to Middle-earth, watching the dark mass of this strange new continent approach. He hasn't heard his mother's prophecy, "one at least will never set foot on Middle-earth"; all the same, he knows with sick bone-deep certainty that Beleriand will be the death of him. He cannot stay here. He has to sail back to Aman, as soon as he can. When they finally come to land, he slips away below deck instead of coming ashore to sleep, and tells his twin that he'll be more comfortable on the ship – how can he say, I will die if I stay in Middle-earth? He doesn't wake up again.

Consider Celebrimbor and Gil-galad talking at the very dawn of the Second Age, as the last remnants of broken Beleriand are swallowed by the Sea. "The wrath of the Valar," says Gil-galad. "How can they dare aid us again, when they know what destruction it has wrought?"

"They will not come directly," says Tyelpë, with a sudden flash of insight. "They will send emissaries instead: Maiar, to guide and counsel us."

He remembers that odd certainty later, when one calling himself the Lord of Gifts comes to Eregion.

And now consider Maedhros, the original maker of misguided decisions, pondering Morgoth's offer of parley. His instincts tell him it must be a trap, but he also has the feeling that it is not strength of arms that will save the Noldor now, but diplomacy and political savviness – all the qualities he was known for in Tirion once. And he is right! It’s his good sense and willingness to compromise that effect the reunification of the Noldor, a reunification that might never have happened had Fingon not rescued him from Thangorodrim in the first place.

Similarly, when he’s putting together the Union of Maedhros, does he know that all his efforts are doomed to fail? Or does he once again see too far into the future, to the plains of Dagorlad and the victory, against all odds, of a Last Alliance of Elves and Men against a Dark Lord in his fortress? “It is only by uniting all the Free Peoples that we can hope to prevail,” he tells his doubtful brothers, and insists that the sons of Ulfang are to join their alliance.

And also consider a time in Himring, not long after the Dagor Aglareb, when Maglor has ridden over for a quick visit and is explaining, cheerfully, that it’s a good thing his captain managed to dispatch that one orc from a recent raid before it could lop his head off: “Nobody else can command the cavalry, if I died you’d have a terrible gap in your defences, you know!”

But Maedhros grabs his wrist with sudden force and says vehemently, “Káno, you will never die—”

—Maglor thinks about that, later, by the Sea.

Hi!! 11 & 16 for the asks pls?

Thanks for the asks! I'm really enjoying this positive prompt list.

11. If you're a writer or artist, what fic or piece of art are you proud of making? I'm particularly fond of some of my odder little pieces. I do write a lot of more mainstream canon-compliant or canon-adjacent work, but I also like to do a little exploring on the side. They're not usually my most popular things, but I enjoy the stretch. A selection of those kinds of pieces might include:

The short Beloved, Forsaken, Redeemed series, which follows Celegorm from his first ride with the Hunt through death and rebirth and reconciliation with Orome. It's some of my most consistent character work, and a particularly wild ride in terms of language and imagery. And Celegorm has depth, and he is pitiable, which I'm proud of.

The two pieces I've written about Beleg: Not By Wisdom But By Love, in which he meets Turin for the first time, and Fish Tickling, in which he's just wed Mablung and is thinking about what that new kind of bond really means for him.

In Service, Love, which looks at the relationship between Isildur and his servant Ohtar, who canonically salvaged the shards of Narsil from the Gladden Fields.

And Farewell, Most Fair, which ships Gandalf with Sauron! But not in a kinky way at all...it's about grief, and the loss of things which were once beautiful. An interesting little bite, if I say so myself.

16. Something in canon that everyone loves and that you also love. Feanor's call to the Noldor. I mean, just listen to this: Shall we mourn here deedless for ever, a shadow-folk, mist-haunting, dropping vain tears in the salt thankless Sea? Or shall we go home? In Cuiviénen sweet ran the waters under unclouded stars, and wide lands lay about where a free folk might walk. There they lie still and await us who in our folly forsook them. Come away! Let the cowards keep this city.

Let's goooooooo!

JAMES POPPED OFF W THIS ONE NGL. I LOVE THIS ONE UGH

edit: sorry this might need more context so heres some for those who are curious

james is talking about "empty faith", or faith without good deeds. hes saying that a person who makes empty proclamations of their faith without doing the actual work is as good as the demons below, because even they believe. but they know theyll be punished regardless for their good deedlessness

Oh fuck

Snider's "how does a deed appear to a deedless man" got me going crazy

I do not mean to say that our own eyes will look upon it: it may be so far off, as indeed it seems to some, that many would scarcely think it worth while thinking of: but there are some of us who cannot turn our faces to the wall, or sit deedless because our hope seems somewhat dim; and, indeed, I think that while the signs of the last decay of the old art with all the evils that must follow in its train are only too obvious about us, so on the other hand there are not wanting signs of the new dawn beyond that possible night of the arts, of which I have before spoken; this sign chiefly, that there are some few at least who are heartily discontented with things as they are, and crave for something better, or at least some promise of it—this best of signs: for I suppose that if some half-dozen men at any time earnestly set their hearts on something coming about which is not discordant with nature, it will come to pass one day or other; because it is not by accident that an idea comes into the heads of a few; rather they are pushed on, and forced to speak or act by something stirring in the heart of the world which would otherwise be left without expression.

Morris, 1919, l. 185, grifo nosso.

Arte total.

Encanto, Villain Mirabel AU ¡!

I'M A MONSTER IK

🚨Warning: mentions and events related to death, resentment and revenge, although not too detailed descriptions.🚨

What if Mirabel's heart was darker than we though?

After the fight with abuela, and Casita's destruction, Mirabel stared directly into the once miracle, feeling hellish hate to the responsible of all this tragedy, Alma.

Julieta ran to her, asked if she was okay, but there was no other answer than a weak head assent.

They heard Pepa's cries for help, something had happened, something even worse, if that was possible.

Antonio wasn't responding, the back of his head was red and humid, all his nuclear family was hugging him, then he had his last breath.

"What is going to happen to Antonio?" "Why isn't he breathing?" Camilo asked in denial, while Dolores, speechless, had a dark expression, Pepa and Félix crying incosolably over their deedless kid.

"Mirabel, what have you done?" abuela asked lowly, Mirabel didn't answer, she just stared with a neutral expression over her inert cousin. "You just killed my grandson, you-" Abuela said with a rough voice.

Mirabel claimed she did nothing but try to save the candle, with dry eyes and furrowed eyebrows. "This is your fault, the magic was stronger than ever, and you just ruined everything, like you always do."

Tears danced in her cheeks, Julieta and Agustín approached to her, also crying, but Mirabel's pain transitioned to an uncontrolable fury.

Abuela came closer to Mirabel, with a menacing face, Agustín and Julieta came in between, defending their daughter, who just went through them and stood firmly infront the older woman.

"You are not longer a Madrigal, you never should have been" spat abuela.

"You are right" a sick smile painted her face, her pupils were as small as a grain of rice, "I'm even more".

omg what-💀 Part 2 is on its way 🎶

I'm in exams so this is my coping mechanism 🧃Peace ya'll

Fëanor: And what else have ye not lost, cooped here in a narrow land between the mountains and the sea? Here once was light, that the Valar begrudged to Middle-earth, but now dark levels all. Shall we mourn here deedless for ever, a shadow-folk, mist-haunting, dropping vain tears in the thankless sea? Or shall we return to our home? In Cuiviénen sweet ran the waters under unclouded stars, and wide lands lay about, where a free people might walk. There they lie still and await us who in our folly forsook them.

Fingon:

The speech of Feanor in The Simarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien:

“Yet I am not the only valiant in this valiant people. And have ye not all lost your King? And what else have ye not lost, cooped here in a narrow land between the mountains and the sea?

'Here once was light, that the Valar begrudged to Middle-earth, but now dark levels all. Shall we mourn here deedless for ever, a shadow-folk, mist-haunting, dropping vain tears in the thankless sea? Or shall we return to our home?

In Cuiviénen sweet ran the waters under unclouded stars, and wide lands lay about, where a free people might walk. There they lie still and await us who in our folly forsook them. Come away! Let the cowards keep this city!…'”

“…'Fair shall the end be,' he cried, though long and hard shall be the road!

Say farewell to bondage!

But say farewell also to ease!

Say farewell to the weak!

Say farewell to your treasures!

More still shall we make. Journey light: but bring with you your swords!

“…But when we have conquered and have regained the Silmarils, then we and we alone shall be lords of the unsullied Light, and masters of the bliss and beauty of Arda.”

-Of the Flight of the Noldor

(Art by Ted Nasmith)

For the Silm game, if you'd like: ⏩ and/or 🔮

Thanks, @melestasflight!

⏩ Of the Flight of the Noldor, natch. The language!! "Shall we mourn here deedless for ever, a shadow-folk, mist-haunting, dropping vain tears in the thankless sea?" I mean...I want to pack my bag and go!! And then it goes SO WRONG, SO FAST. So compellingly. How could you read it slowly? Then again, every time I read the Silm I do read that chapter at least twice, because I rush through it...

🔮I'll be blunt: The VOID? Really? For EVER? Fëanor and his sons? The Flame himself didn't get very far into the business of terrible deeds, even, although the boys certainly did their part (while also, it can be argued, doing their bit for good, as well, fighting Morgoth). Melkor got a pass for much worse. It doesn't seem to hold with the rest of the Professor's positions on pity and mercy...was Mandos taking his dramatic moment, or was he for real? Please, sir: explain.

Maglor yells.

A roar the likes of which could rend his spirit from his flesh. He wishes it did -- as he falls on the warm dark rocks, clutching his right hand in agony, he wishes he could scream his soul out of his body. But they were all made too stubborn for even grief to kill them.

He yells at the sea and at the ground upon which he curls, bent over himself. Until the yelling turns into a broken wail. Until he has little left in him but horror.

His eyes stare at the steaming sea, the heat of the chasms behind him pouring down below into the waves, and across space and time he sees the torches of a distant night filling Tirion's square. Words return to him as prophecy.

« Shall we », he whispers, « mourn here, deedless forever. A shadow-folk, mist-haunting... »

He pulls himself up slowly, sitting on the ground, his back curved, his right hand's fingers curled and twitching, stinging.

« ...Dropping vain tears in the thankless sea. »

The waves do not answer.

« I think we shall, father. I think we shall. »

It's so hard for me to keep track of the middle earth universe's texts lmao. I got into the fandom almost exactly a year ago and have eaten up as much as I can since then but all I remember is "this is the version of the story i prefer" and not where it came from.

I feel you! Just today I could have sworn something I was searching for wasn't in the Silm, and I checked HoME 4 & 11.... and then it was there, in the Silm, right in the chapter you'd expect it.

As many people will assure you, you don't need HoME to truly enjoy the Silmarillion. The Silm is full of bangers. There's the classic:

Thus fell the High King of the Noldor; and they beat him into the dust with their maces, and his banner, blue and silver, they trod into the mire of his blood.

(FINGON T_T Forever crying over this line)

Fëanor also has fantastic lines:

Shall we mourn here deedless for ever, a shadow-folk, mist-haunting, dropping vain tears in the thankless sea? Or shall we return to our home? In Cuiviénen sweet ran the waters under unclouded stars, and wide lands lay about, where a free people might walk.

Anyway, enough rambling. The secret to keeping track of Tolkien's texts is ctrl F and getting good with an index.

“Shall we mourn here deedless forever a shadow-folk mist-haunting dropping vain tears in the thankless sea” - J.R.R. Tolkien