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The thing that draws me most to this fandom, and the things that makes it unique, is that by the mere nature of the works we love, everyone's Arda is different. And not just in the usual headcanon-y ways that are typical of every story, but even down to important plot and characterization points.
Who is Gil-Galad? What is the Oath and what does it have power to do? What really is the Dagor Dagorath? How do the Laws Of The Universe work?
And beyond that- what parts of HoME do you pick and choose? LaCE? Does anyone try and work with Tolkien's horrendous math? Have you taken parts of your Arda from older or other worlds, with the Cottage of Lost Play and the exile of the Gnomes?
Have you given names to the wives and daughters? What do they mean- who are they? Mother-names or father-names for those who only had one?
I just really love how even when two interpretations of the same world seem utterly incompatible, they aren't. I'd love to see other additions/headcanons!
#gil estel speaks#i wanna see the things that everyone thinks makes their own arda unique!#like for me how daeron is luthien's brother#and nimloth was a marchwarden#and finwe and miriel and indis were desperately in love even when they couldnt do anything about it#and how anaire named her children after the valar#anaire and lalwen both served under tulkas and that's how she met fingolfin#findis' fathername is sartafinwe- steadfast#i've named all of finrod's faithful- invented two new elven peoples which some of them hail from#orodreth's wife is named eithrel- aeglos was her spear first#my gil-galad is... probably finduilas. they're still working things out#but aeglos was also the spear that stabbed her- her mother had given her aeglos before she died#but an orc disarmed her during nargothronds fall and it got lost#i don't know it just means a lot to me
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Current mood: Gil-Galad son of Maglor and some poor Silvan woman who had no idea that this handsome guy with a beautiful voice was a kinslaying prince, and when she learned about that (by pure chance) she showed him the door, but she was already married and pregnant.
#tolkien#silmarillion#tolkien legendarium#silm#maglor#gil galad#random silm#poor woman#normally i like Maglor but I guess today I hc him worse than usually#i mean kinslaying is bad anyway#but typically i don't see him deceiving someone who loves him#i was just thinking gil galad sin of Maglor because Maglor was married at some point#but who was the mother and why is she never mentioned
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For the five lines ask, 'Finduilas' mother had been the one to teach her how to wield the spear', please?
Finduilas' mother had been the one to teach her how to wield the spear.
Finduilas had learnt with her old weapon, from when she had been a march-warden of Doriath – “Though I got little use out of it, in the close forests; hopefully you will find better pursuits for it, my dear.”
And she had, even when everything changed, her home, her people, the ground beneath her feet, her very name; the spear and her skill with it had remained the same.
Some well-intentioned weapon smiths from Eregion had tried to replace it once, early Second Age, when Elven-kind had had nothing better to do and clear enough memories still, that they spent their days creating beautiful arms.
“It is a fine piece of craft, for the Sindar, my king, but I believe it has no historical significance; the name carved into it is someone I have never heard of.”
Finduilas had traced the cirth of her mother’s name, and had looked up at the smith and said, “I will keep this spear, it is older than the Sun, and it belonged to someone I loved.”
#thank you!! :)#always love to write about my girl#the painful experience of realising your mother turned into a textual ghost#fanfic#children of hurin#silmarillion#finduilas#gil galad#fin galad#my post#tag game
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Justice For Celebrian!
Celebrian is a Character of Absence in Tolkien's Legendarium: we never truly meet her and yet her absence lingers throughout the text, affecting most every major actor of the Third Age (the eldar most of all).
How-so it this? Through this: the devastating grief, unspoken yet doubtless, of those who knew & loved her.
For Celebrian was this: to Celeborn & Galadriel, their daughter and only child; to Elrond, the Great Love of his life; to Elladan & Elrohir, a mother whom they failed to quickly rescue; to Arwen Undomiel, the mother whom she was never to meet again for choosing the Path of Man.
Celebrian was the Lady of Imladris, the princess in all but name to Lothlorien. She was kin to two Ringbearers and yet neither Ring could save her. We know only that she was gentle and beloved, by some of the most crucial players in the events of the Second & Third Ages of Middle-Earth.
Why Celebrian is Absent
Celebrian's status as one "beloved" by the eldar creates a formidable motive in their hatred of The Shadow. For the means by which Celebrian was "absented" from Middle-Earth was entirely of Its Reckoning: in the 2509th Year of the Third Age, Celebrian was "waylaid by orcs". She was "captured and tormented" until she was, at last, found and rescued by her twin sons.
This Fate is one of Horrific Implication, one that Tolkien's Appendix B avoids elaborating upon (beyond her "receiving a poisoned wound").
Fans have Imagination Enough to consider what Hurts could be beyond even Lord Elrond's means to Heal, beyond any of Galadriel's many powers, beyond the careful comforts found in Imladris & Lothlorien. Whatever befell Celebrian by the creations of Sauron, it left her so wounded that Sailing West (& thus Away from most everyone she had ever known) was her only Hope for recovery.
"Justice" within the Legendarium
The Fate of Celebrian was yet one blow more in a long list of Personal Grievances borne by her Kin against Sauron. The vigilance and ample assistance of Celebrian's Kin during the War of The Ring was undoubtedly inspired, in no small part by her Fate & subsequent Departure.
While Elrond & Galadriel would doubtlessly have aided The Fellowship without this most recent grievance to drive them, the otherwise reclusive eldar of Imladris & Lothlorien would certainly have found Celebrian's Fate "inspiring" enough to take arms once more, "postponing" (or hastening) their Leave of Middle-Earth to seek Justice for their Lost Lady.
"Injustices" in Adapted Works
The Injustices that adapted Tolkien works have done unto Celebrian are many: they have erased her very existence (TROP); they have denied her her Epic & Untold Love Story with her Husband (TROP, again); they have Lessened the person she chose to love by making him a Minor Antagonist (both of PJ's film trilogies); they have stolen the kinship between other characters that they share for her existence (PJ's trilogies imply her existence but fail to utilize its possibilities, many of them comical: Elrond is Galadriel's Son-in-Law; Gimli's Championship of "Grandma Galadriel"; Arwen's Looks being inherited not from Celebrian but from Elrond; etc).
The effects the Live-Action Adaptions have had on the Modern Tolkien Fandom are also Significant: Hugo Weaving's portrayal of Elrond is the most commonly known, despite its OOC-ness; the relationships between Celebrian's Family are unrealised or dismissed; the "Last Homely House", a title probably earned by Elrond & Celebrian both, is considered falsely named; the Many Incentives for Galadriel to Hate Sauron & to have ALWAYS Hated Sauron are... forgotten to enable a "will-they won't-they" romance(???).
To erase Celebrian is to remove from the Second Age one of its silliest love stories: she & Elrond were silently pining for each other for almost 2000 years! This surely amused her mother, who had become afflicted with Sea-Longing some few years prior, & caused Conflict at the Court of King Gil-Galad (for, by wedding Celebrian, Elrond's Claims for High Kingship of the Eldar would become even stronger). The politics are, perhaps, the primary purpose of the would-be couple's long silence: audiences do not know as the potential of their love story has had little attention dedicated to it.
Injustice to Celebrian exists also in the mischaracterization of Elrond: what impression must an audience have, afterall, of the one to love & be beloved by someone so antagonistic to those most in need of "The Last Homely House"? The hostility, the begrudging "hospitality" exhibited by the Elrond of PJ's film trilogies tarnishes not only Elrond but the Legacy of Celebrian as that House's Lost Lady.
(It also creates some varyingly minor/major Plot Holes, such as Elrond's ability to host a Council of the "Free Peoples" in the first place. If his hospitality is so poorly to non-elves, why on Arda would he so frequently be sought for counsel? Furthermore, the Elrond of the Third Age has made himself a Healer: how many elves of this Age would ever need his skill?)
More, varyingly serious charges of "injustice" to Celebrian are sure to follow: my discontent began in the rendering of her husband into a petty antagonist; it has been reignited upon my learning of Amazon's choices in its adapting of the Second Age. Mostly, however, my rallying cry is made in jest: "failures" of adaptions to make Elrond sufficiently pretty for his wife; the lack of "Celebrian/Elrond" content in tumblr feeds; melodrama over how many elven names start with "Celeb".
#celebrian#tolkien meta#silm#house of elrond#elrond meta#galadriel meta#justice for celebrian#let elrond be hot#let galadriel be a grandmother#let gil-galad have headaches over the political clustercluck possible were elrond to ever admit to pining for celevrian#srsly how stressful must it been for gil-galad when maglor tagged him as elrond's new guardian?#maglor: i found this in a cave plz look after them#gil-galad: the missing princes of doriath???#elrond&elros: so when will you be abandoning us for a silmaril?#gil-galad: oh no they have anxiety#i wonder how elrond reacted to hearing galadriel gifted gimli three strands of her hair#srsly the guy was abandoned by parents over silmarils THREE TIMES#and then people started calling his daughter evenstar & luthien reborn#i imagine that celebrian spent most of her kids' early childhood pointedly telling them that she loved them more than the stars#and keeping her mother from going around in her recreated swanboat#galadriel sending the fellowship off from a swanboat while singing in quenya was peak pettiness at the valar#her exile was lifted so she just went all in with noldolante references#celeborn: why are you like this#galadriel: do you remember where i put that tunic with a star of feanor on it#galadriel powerhoused through the entire exile powered by spite & thirst for celeborn
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The Flight of Birds
Elrond and Elros have recently arrived on Balar, and Elrond is not happy to be back among his mother's people. But with some help from his brother, he begins to see Elwing in a different light. Rated G.
“I did not expect you to be so busy here,” Elrond said as he carefully ground some willow bark. He and Elros had been on Balar for nearly a month now, and last week he’d finally worked up the courage to ask about helping in the Houses of Healing. Halwen, Balar’s chief healer, had placed Elrond under the command of Lady Ianneth to help prepare medicines, for Ianneth was well-versed in herb-lore.
She was also King Gil-galad’s mother. That had worried Elrond at first, for he’d found thus far that he didn’t like Gil-galad very much -- or Círdan, or, for that matter, most of the population of Balar. But Ianneth was tolerable. She was a practical woman, and she didn’t seem to pity him, or worse, try to mother him, as though Elwing’s abandonment had left him without anyone to fill the role of parent.
Maglor and Maedhros had been more than enough. His foster-fathers had given him and Elros everything they’d needed, despite what these people seemed to think.
“There’s always something that needs doing,” Ianneth said, looking up from the comfrey liniment she was preparing. “But bruises and coughs and headaches -- those are just the day-to-day woes. The real work comes when the people who’ve escaped from the mainland make their way here. They’re half-starved more often than not, and wounded, and the Men are sometimes ill. The ones who come from Hithlum are always in especially dire straits. The Easterlings are brutal to them.”
She had the matter-of-fact tone of someone who was accustomed to seeing people suffer, but wasn’t callous towards their pain. Elrond wondered at that, for she was from Hithlum herself and likely knew many who had been killed or enslaved. Growing up, he’d heard rumors about the cruelties of the East-Men, and he couldn’t imagine being so unshaken if he learned that Maedhros, Maglor, or any of their people were being held captive and mistreated.
“How many people are left in Hithlum?” he asked. ‘Besides the East-Men, I mean.”
“We don’t know.” Ianneth stirred the liniment one final time and then carried the jar over to the counter where it would rest until it set. Then she plucked a bundle of herbs from the rafters above them and laid it down on the table. “What is this, and what is it used for?”
“Chickweed,” Elrond said automatically. He’d already grown used to Ianneth’s sudden tests, and he was pleased to say that he’d passed most of them, thanks in no small part to Maedhros’ botany lessons. “It’s used to treat blisters and rashes. But what do you mean, you don’t know?”
“I mean we don’t know,” Ianneth said, though she gave his answer an approving nod. “Everyone who escapes has a different estimate.”
“But then how do you know how much medicine you’ll need?”
Ianneth smiled at him, but the expression was tinged with sadness. “We don’t,” she said. “We just prepare as much as possible and pray for the best. That’s what healing is, at least during war -- preparation, prayer, and hard work.”
Elrond didn’t have an answer to that, so he simply returned to the willow bark with a noncommittal hum. Melloth, the woman who’d taught him the basics of healing, never prayed. None of Fëanor’s remaining people did, though Maglor had taken pains to speak as respectfully as he could when he taught Elrond and Elros about the Valar.
Ianneth returned the chickweed to its place and then peered into Elrond’s bowl. “It needs to be a little finer,” she said.
He nodded and began to push harder with the pestle. Ianneth left him to his work, busying herself with putting more water on to boil over the small fire. Silence reigned, broken only by the occasional rustle of cloth and the sound of stone grinding against stone. But a question was nagging at Elrond, and after a few minutes he gave in and spoke.
“How do you know the people from the mainland aren’t in league with Morgoth?” he asked. “How do you know they aren’t thralls?”
Ianneth gave him a crooked half smile. “We don’t,” she said again.
“Isn’t that dangerous?”
“Yes,” Ianneth said. “A man who came from Hithlum tried to murder Lord Círdan just last year. But we’ve decided that it’s better to risk harboring a thrall or two than to turn away people who are actually in need. There are far more of the latter than the former.”
Elrond couldn’t contain a snort of derision. “That seems foolish,” he said. Maedhros and Maglor had been ever-vigilant about the possibility that Morgoth might send spies in the guise of Elves or Men, and so they had rarely trusted strangers. After all, Maedhros had been intimately acquainted with Morgoth’s methods in a way Círdan or Gil-galad would never be.
The look Ianneth gave him was heavy with disappointment. “If kindness is foolish, than I will gladly be a fool,” she said. Then she slapped another bunch of herbs onto the table -- thin green stems with unfamiliar mauve flowers. “This is earth smoke,” she said. “It’s used to treat redness and itching in the eyes. When you’re done grinding the bark, shred the blooms, cover them with boiling water, and leave them to soak.”
Elrond gritted his teeth and complied. But he exchanged no more words with Ianneth until it came time to bid her a good evening and take his leave.
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#elrond#elros#fingon's wife#gil-galad's mother#elwing#balar#the silmarillion#silmarillion fanfiction#silm fic#silmarillion writers' guild#silmfic#tolkien fanfic#tolkien#silmarillion#kidnap family#kidnap fam
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Elrond's clothes have cute feathery decorations on the shoulders, probably a neat nod to his mother who’s a literal bird. Then they threw the rest of the details about this character out the window.
#elrond#lotr#my mother turned into a bird that’s rough buddy#I guess Gil-galad filled the show’s quota of elf men with long black hair#But I did like the friendship between him and prince Durin#amazon lotr#lord of the rings#rings of power#the rings of power#lotr rings of power#rop#trop
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Elrond and his Surprisingly Large Collection of Parents
#elrond half elven#elrond peredhel#earendil#elwing#kidnap fam#maedhros#maglor#Elrond’s parents#and that’s not even all of them#I could definitely sneak Gil galad in there#glorfindel gives both weird uncle and dad vibes#Galadriel if you squint#supreme wine mother in law#tolkien#silmarillion#moodboard
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i think about laws and customs among the eldar positing that elf women are the social and legal equals of men even though the number of women significant enough to be remembered in their histories can be counted on one hand, then i think about anolik arguing that the effacement of mothers in gothic literature is a literalisation of their legal status, and then i think about the many many nameless or dead mothers and wives of middle earth.
#tolkien#i want to read good analysis of elven gender politics so bad i'm gonna throw up 😭😭😭#silmarillion#& i don't mean this in the sense of There's barely any Wife Representation in his works#i mean that in many cases there is one glaring wife/mother shaped hole in an important character's biography#legolas + celebrimbor + elros + gil galad + curufin to name a few#and then there's the mothers who are absent in a more literal sense - dead#like gilraen or miriel
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I'm probably super late to the party, but Florence + The Machine's King as a Fin-Galad song... I'm cry
#silmarillion#tolkien#finduilas faelivrin#fin-galad#gil-galad#i am no mother i am no bride i am king
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A rough sketch of Meril and her little star, Gil-Galad!
Meril is the Mother of Gil-Galad, and I consider Fingon to be the father and Meril's husband.
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Every single post-canon narrative decision I make hinges on if it means Elrond gets reunited with his family. And/or adopts new family. I'm not picky.
#elrond#look he had a really rough time of it the least i can do is to cut him a break after everything#this is why i completely ignore any take in which elves or men don't get to be in the Second Singing#LET HIM SEE ELROS AND ARWEN AND ARAGORN AND COUNTLESS OTHERS AGAIN. LET LUTHIEN SPOIL HER GREAT GRANDSON.#and let maedhros get reembodied! and let maglor sail!#let him get lots and lots of retroactive hugs from earendil and elwing!#let him be smothered by celebrian and mother-henned by gil-galad and thanked *profusely* by celebrimbor!#let him be the favorite relative of literally every finwean!#let his eldrichness be fostered by melian!#let dior and nimloth and idril and tuor dote on him excessively!#let him chat with nerdanel!#let him bird-watch with celeborn!#let him take many many tea times with his hobbitses!#he deserves the entire world and i will GIVE IT TO HIM#did i think up yet another story idea? ...yes#valinor drama is good yes but what is better is everyone uniting over love for elrond
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There is a horn. It is nothing special, made from the tusk of some beast that Aredhel barely even recalls felling.
There had been many such beasts on The Ice after all.
The horn had found its way into her luggage and over so many restless nights watching over little Idril she had made it.
It does not compare to those that The Hunt had used in Aman, bound as it is with scant strips of leather and metalwork repurposed from a necklace that she could not wear on The Ice.
But it is hers. And it is precious, in a strange way.
She does not take it when she leaves her brother’s city. It remains, untouched, in her rooms.
It watches as she slowly fades from a poison bestowed by her husband.
The horn is given to her son, yet he has no use for it. A love of hunting and the great outdoors was not anything she passed on to her only child.
It is gifted to another, to a child borne of his cousin, a more precious gift than perhaps his cousin realises.
(One of the few pieces he has of his mother. A wish and a warning and an apology all at once.)
Somehow it survives the Fall. Somehow it ends up in Sirion.
It does not burn in the destruction. Nor is it taken by the Sons of Feanor as they take their hostages.
It lies, abandoned on the floor, until the King comes (too late) to the aid of the city.
There are too few survivors, but they can ill afford to leave any supplies behind. And besides, Gil-Galad can recall his cousin placing a strange solemn honour upon the hunting horn.
It sits, unused, until the Sons of Earendil are returned to their king, whereupon it, aged and yet bearing a presence is returned to them.
There is little argument over which of them gets that piece of their father when it is time for them to separate. The elder twin takes it, as he took their foster father’s sword. The younger is content with a silver harp and the book of their mother’s herblore.
Elros takes it with him. A symbol of his House, and honour for his heir to bear.
Down it goes, down down down the generations until there is little but a drop of Numenorian blood left in its bearer.
It crosses oceans and continents and Ages of the World, survives battles and sieges and the falls of Great Cities and Great Kings until all that is left is a Steward upon his throne sending a son to find answers for a dream.
Finally, on the shores of a river, overlooked by statues of the Kings of Old, the horn is blown for the last time.
It is blown to summon aid, to draw attention, to allow those it’s bearer would protect the chance to escape.
It takes three arrows to take down the horn’s bearer, and the Falls of Rauros to finally grant the horn rest.
The Horn of Aredhel Maeglin Earendil Elros Numenor Gondor is no more.
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In all the long years of his life, Elrond had never once resented his mother. He had grieved for her. He had raged at everyone who took her away from him. But he had never resented her. How could he, when his first memory was of her, illuminated by moonlight, singing an ancient Doriathrin lullaby? When his last memory of her was of her tearful but fierce eyes, looking at him like he was the hope of the world. Even in his darkest moments, Elrond never doubted his mother’s love for him.
Earendil was a different story. Earendil had left. To save the world, yes, but that hadn’t mattered to a six year old boy who had just wanted his father. Elrond could never truly forget the despair of those days. It had been simpler when Earendil was the Star of High Hope. Easier to name his daughter and foster son after him, to wear his sigil with pride.
Now though, in a house on the shores of Tol Eressea, Earendil isn't a legend. He’s just a man, with Elros's eyes and Elros's hands and Elros's smile. A man who left his sons… to save the world for them. "I tried to save the Shire, and it has been saved, but not for me. It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: someone has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them."
The sun is setting below the glistening sea. Celebrian and his mother are engaged in a game of chess. Gil-galad and the twins are plotting some new mischief. There is a letter from Maglor on the table, waiting to be read.
Earendil is watching him with so much love and pride that he feels his heart break a little more. Enough is enough, he thinks. It is time to heal.
Elrond goes to him and says, “Teach me how to sail.”
The smile his father gives in return is brighter than the stars.
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I've saw few posts about mamma mia idea but with Gil-galad and his tons of unexplained fathers
but what about Elrond and HIS parent situation??
Imagine. You're trying to peacefully marry your cousin, but suddenly falling from the sky comes your star father with your bird mother. Also back from the eternal seashore hiking comes your lost, long-forgotten, murderer foster father. Then starts arguing who have best right to claim you as a son.
and boom, finwean family drama
(we can't forget Galadriel in all of this. oh, it'd be delightful)
#tolkien#silmarillion#elrond#eärendil#elwing#maglor#galadriel#someone probably made that before i just haven't saw it#i love house of finwe so much
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Noldor Hair Headcanons (4/4)
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There isn’t anyone left who knows how to do Maglor’s Mourning Braids, but they are described in a lament for Fingon that’s still doing the rounds, so Elrond and Elros make their best try. That style is henceforth known as Elrond’s Mourning Braids (because Elros gets forgotten by the elves a lot after he dies, let’s not lie to ourselves).
A decade of nothing but Mourning Braids really hammers in that Elrond and Elros weren’t just hostages.
It doesn’t do a lot for their reputation, but they don’t particularly care.
Bit by bit, Elros adopts mannish customs after making his Choice, and even goes so far as to cut his hair above the shoulder. Elrond is pre-grieving his brother too much to be properly shocked about this.
(It’s still long enough to braid. It’s fine. It’s not like his brother is leaving him on purpose. Or rejecting him. Elrond knows that.)
Everyone thinks Elrond should wear his hair in the Sindarin custom but he refuses to give up his Noldor braids. Elros braids his brother’s hair until he leaves for Númenor.
Elrond and Gil-galad do each other’s hair through the Second Age. Because they’re the last of their family and the only ones to keep to the old traditions. Not at all because they’re close. Of course not. Wouldn’t be proper. (They spend two hours at it every morning alone in Gil-galad’s chambers.)
Elrond revives his Mourning Braids on his 500th birthday.
Celebrimbor learns about dwarven hair culture. It’s Very Different but kind of similar, in that fancy hairstyles are a status thing. (Or really, long hair/beard is a status thing and then you have to do something with it because otherwise it catches everywhere.)
Narvi isn’t in fact the first dwarf to touch elven hair, but that’s only because Finrod had a very extended concept of family.
Annatar magically braids his own hair, when he even bothers (his hair doesn’t even singe in the forge if it falls into the fire). This hurts Celebrimbor’s sensitivities, but he adapts to Annatar’s ways, and adapts again, and adapts, until he really can’t.
Sauron cuts off Celebrimbor’s beautiful dark braids full of dwarven beads and ties them to the spears of his personal guard. Elrond never quite manages to get that image out of his head.
At war again, Gil-Galad invents locs. Well, re-invents them really, because Silvan elves have worn them forever, but he’s the first Noldor to do it. (He has Fingon’s hair texture. Does that mean he’s Fingon’s son? Who knows. He’s not telling.)
It’s only after Gil-galad’s death that Elrond teaches himself how to braid his own hair.
He hates it.
But he won’t wear his hair loose.
(The first style he masters is Maglor’s Mourning Braids.) (It really shouldn’t be because it’s Intricate but Elrond is nothing if not stubborn.)
Imladris has a full salon, like the Noldor palaces of old.
It doesn’t get that much use, to be honest.
Erestor learns to braid really tiny braids into Glorfindel’s hair, so that he never wears his hair fully loose but it still looks like it’s loose. Everyone else thinks it’s ridiculous. Glorfindel thinks it’s the best thing. Elrond watches them with a knowing smile.
Celebrían wears her hair half-loose in the Sindar style until she marries Elrond. It takes him several years to find the strength to ask her to do his hair, but she lets him do hers and he sneaks in more and more braids until they settle on a mixed-style. When he finally allows her to do his hair, Celebrían makes her mother grumpily teach her proper Noldor braids.
Elladan and Elrohir only wear practical Sindarin braids for the day to day, but they delight in doing each other’s hair in complicated styles for feasts and ceremonies. Elrond cries the first time they accidentally replicate Maglor’s favourite hairstyle.
Arwen is a little gremlin who squirms out of her parents’ lap when they try to braid her hair. She’s also inherited even more of Melian’s hair than Elrond, so even when they manage to do a braid, it’s gone in a few hours.
It takes years after Celebrían sails, because they’re all grieving, but eventually Elrohir offers to do his father’s hair, and Elrond lets him. They don’t do it every day, but it’s a large step in their recovery process.
By the way, Thranduil’s thing for flower/leaf crowns isn’t a Sindar or Silvan practice, it’s just that he wanted to be Fancy but Not In a Noldor Way, thank you very much. He’s also very vain. His servants do his hair.
Little Estel is very cute, has very silky hair for a man, even of his line, and makes a great doll for the twins to play with. He likes his hair touched A Lot.
Arwen learns about that early on. She’s a very good silver smith. Aragorn now owns a lot of hair jewellery. He can’t make a braid to save his life, but that’s fine, because Arwen can’t wear them anyway.
In the North, he wears his hair like Elros, cut above his shoulders. Once he becomes King, he lets it grow to his waist. He’s the first Man since Tuor to casually wear his hair in elaborate Noldor braids. He accidentally sets a fashion.
Arwen also does Éowyn’s and Faramir’s hair regularly. The first time is for their wedding. Éowyn isn’t a fan of the unpractical Fëanorian styles, but the Nolofinwëan battle braids look incredibly good on her.
Wandering on the coast for two ages, Maglor no longer does anything with his hair. It doesn’t enjoy the salt at all.
When Elrond finally finds him, he almost has to cut it all off. Instead, he spends weeks carefully untangling and moisturising Maglor’s hair until he can finally braid it in the old style for him. Maglor cries.
Elrond cries too. He cries even more when Maglor sits them down on the floor and braids his hair like he used to.
They sail together with the other Ring bearers, and there’s a lot more crying when they find Celebrían, Gil-galad and Maedhros waiting for them together.
Celebrían is wearing her hair in one of the Fëanorian styles that can be done one-handed.
Galadriel isn’t entirely happy about that, but she sees Finrod and forgets about it.
There’s some more crying.
Fingon is also there (the amount of gold in his hair is a bit blinding, not that Elrond will ever tell him) and also wearing a one-handed braided style.
There are some fights over who gets to do Elrond’s hair in the next few weeks.
Celebrían wins most of them, because she’s inherited Galadriel’s viciousness, but she lets everyone have a turn.
Elrond would like to know why he doesn’t have a say in it.
(He does. They would never touch him if he didn’t want to. They’re just very happy to see him.)
He does go to visit Elwing and Eärendil in their tower, and he goes with his hair down, because he’s a peace-maker at heart.
But in Tirion, he always sports the most complex hairstyles, just barely coming short of overshadowing the High King’s (mostly because his hair is still too silky for it to hold well), because his family all want to outdo each other.
He earns the reputation of being the most beloved of all the Noldor.
It’s not wrong.
Some visuals & more in my art tag
#noldor hair headcanons#if i am to braid my mystic crown#echo's fanfiction#silmarillion#tolkien#silm fic#tolkien fanfiction#elrond#gil-galad#lotr#the lord of the rings#aragorn#arwen#celebrimbor#maglor
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Crack fic where Maedhros and Maglor have no concept of half elven ages
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"We can't take them back with us," Maedhros said.
"They're just children though, they won't survive on their own!"
"That's exactly the point!"
"What do you mean? I know children won't be much use in the fortress, but we can feed two spare mouths."
"They're far too young for us to be able to care for them."
"Come on, they look like they're at least twenty. I'm sure they know calculus and how to spin by now, even if they're not yet tall and strong enough for more."
"You haven't been keeping track of diplomatic news, or indeed of time at all. We sacked Doriath not three decades ago, and Elwing their mother was an infant then."
"Humans grow fast." Maglor shrugged. "She obviously grew enough to have children, and within a year or two."
"Gil-Galad mentioned that Elwing gave birth to twin boys in a letter only six years ago. And before you ask, I'm sure she didn't also have older children, these were very clearly the first heirs for the Iathrim."
"What? But - they're so tall!"
"Like you say, men grow fast. They grow unevenly though, without enough time to learn everything properly. Those boys may not even know their letters, or how to identify pewter from lead."
"At six years old, what do they even eat? Celebrimbor nursed until he was nearly eight!"
"They might be old enough to survive weaning, but I'm not sure, and we have no one breastfeeding in our camp at the moment, without anyone born since the Nirnaeth."
"I've heard of using cow's milk or sheep's milk to feed babies, rather than just making cheese. Do you think they'd tolerate it?"
"Maybe, but we can't be sure. It's better to leave them here with all the other people who's homes we destroyed; there were enough babies wailing during the battle someone can surely take in the princes."
"Perhaps, if anyone finds them in the next day. Most people fled the city, and I doubt they'll return before the fires die down."
"I'm not going to take in infants just to let them starve."
"Me neither! But I can ask them if they're weaned. They understand Sindarin, and talk, at least enough to call for their mother."
"A child that young will just say they eat nothing but honey and cake, if you let them choose their diet."
"If they know they like cake, that means they can eat solids, and I'll give them normal food."
"Fine. You can ask them, and if they're weaned they'll survive as well with us as any where else."
"And if they're not?"
"I send a couple scouts to follow the sounds of screaming children and deliver two more."
"Maedhros!"
"What? I can't bring their mother back, nor can my most imperious command make someone lactate."
"So you're giving up?"
"No, I already told you my plan." Maedhros sighed. "And I will send a few people to look for goats or ewes we can take with us. We already sacked the city; might as well loot it."
"You're convinced to make everything the most horrible possible."
"Excuse me for being pessimistic when our brothers just died for nothing."
"Fine, I'm going."
"Good."
#silm#silmarillion#my fic#kidnap fam#kidnap dads#maedhros#maglor#inspred by that post going around about babies in fantasy settings raised in caves
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