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By the way, have you thought about writing Turgon/Maeglin? I love to think about their relationship, but there are too few fanfics about them! How Turgon was practically his adoptive father, raised him, but how Maeglin was needy, he didn't feel accepted in Gondolin, he didn't feel part of the family, he was desperate for love and Turgon was so serious.
So I had some thoughts about, and it kind of went in a different direction, and it became a ficlet. It's still Turgon/Maeglin, but less "adoptive father" than Maeglin seeing echoes of his parent's relationship.
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Everyone looks to their parents as a model of how relationships and marriage works. Maeglin is no exception, and he heard the story so many time he can't recall when he first learned it, and accepts it as naturally as he accepts that the forest permits no sunlight.
Aredhel was traveling from her home and got separated from her escort. She reached Nan Elmoth, ruled by Eol, mostly by accident, when fleeing Ungoliant's spawn. Eol took the time to greet her in person, and to welcome her into his home. When Aredhel asked to leave, Eol forbade it, and forbade as well the speaking of her birth-tongue, or anything that might cause her to obsess over the world outside. After a few months, they married.
Maeglin travels with his mother to Gondolin. His parents die, leaving him all alone. He is forbidden to leave, but welcomed into the palace. Everyone around speaks Quenya rather than Sindarin. He is told that he should not worry about the world outside, Gondolin is safe no matter what.
It's not hard for Maeglin to guess what will become of him.
Maeglin eats dinner with the royal family every night. King Turgon tells Maeglin that he is part of the royal family as well, and of course that makes sense for the king's fiance.
Maeglin does his best to get to know King Turgon. His course has been set for him, and all avoiding it will do is fill his wedding night with terror of the unknown. He is not so foolish as to disrupt his fiance's work, in his study or in the great throne room or with the council. But even a king must rest, and Turgon spends most evenings reading in his private room by the fire.
Maeglin spends nearly every evening with the one who is his uncle and his fiance and the ruler of the city whose word is law. Turgon is kind, and always welcomes Maeglin with a soft smile even when he does not speak. If Maeglin bring his own book, Turgon will allow him to sit next to him on the sofa, Maeglin leaning against his side. If Maeglin "forgets" to bring a book, Turgon will hand him one from his personal library, and Maeglin will learn about whatever facet of Noldorin society the king wishes him to know.
After a week, Maeglin cautiously breaks the silence with questions. He starts with simple questions that Turgon could brush off if he doesn't wish to be disturbed, what the main grain in the noodles at dinner was, which smith designed Turgon's necklace. Turgon answers them all patiently, but goes into little detail about himself. Instead Turgon will talk about Gondolin, how the harvest went last year, where its best mines for sapphires are. Maeglin soon realizes that the whole city is Turgon's masterpiece in a way, the life's work of an architect and politician rather than a smith. Turgon is delighted to show it to such an enthusiastic audience, who has seen none of it before.
Every evening, Maeglin goes to Turgon's room. Every night, Turgon ends their time by telling Maeglin to "go get some sleep". Then Turgon turns and goes into his bedroom - alone.
It's two months after the death of Maeglin's parents Maeglin's arrival in Gondolin that he brings the topic up. He is not particularly eager to go to his marriage bed, but if he had displeased his fiance it's better to learn before Turgon has to correct him.
Maeglin has asked plenty of questions about Noldorin customs. Hopefully another will be permitted.
"What are betrothals like in Gondolin?"
"They vary just as much as their members, in a way. Some have cast aside all the rituals of Tirion, and go for nothing more than a declaration the week before that they are holding a wedding feast. That seems rather tawdry to me, to be so unmoored from tradition, without even a single gift exchanged."
"Was it more formal in Valinor, then?"
"Much more. The proper term for an engagement is a year precisely, so that the completion of your betrothal is the same as its beginning, recalling the cycles of the seasons that the Valar have instilled. Some people even went for a year without either fiance seeing each other, to prove the depth of their devotion, though I myself found that too cruel a test to contemplate. There are rings exchanged at the start to mark the promise, and again at the wedding. Even without a formal announcement, the rings make the betrothal clear to all who care to know. Other gifts are exchanged as well, more personal to the couple, so they have insight into each other's interests. Does that resolve your question, Maeglin?"
"It does very well, thank you." Maeglin rubbed his fingers together, watching the light play over the ring inlaid with a Finwean sun that Turgon had given him. He thought of the forge set aside for his private use, and the dozens of bracelets sitting in his room, and the elegant robes he was wearing.
He had been neglecting his side of their relationship, however unknowingly. At least there were still ten months to make up for it.
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Maeglin presented his fiance with a ring and an elegant inkwell five days later. The ring was inlaid with bright sapphires in a twisting silver band like flowering ivy. The inkwell was carved in the shaped of Turgon's throne, with the back as a pen-rest.
Turgon looked at them, and at Maeglin, impassively. He picked up the ring, and watched how the jewels sparkle in the firelight.
"So," the king said at last, "it was not an idle question, how betrothals work in Gondolin."
"It was not. I know there is much I have yet to learn, but I never meant to ignore you, or to be ungrateful for your gifts."
"You were barred from knowledge of our people for most of your life; your ignorance is no fault of your own." Turgon held the ring up a moment longer, and then slid it onto his finger decisively. "Sit down, please. There is no reason to be nervous about my love for you."
Maeglin did so, leaning into Turgon as had become a habit. He was surprised when Turgon tipped his face up instead, though perhaps he should not have been. Kissing was common between couples, whether wed or betrothed.
#gondolin fucking#fucking finwions answers#turgon/Maeglin#not archived yet#Maeglin grew up with a father who abused his mother and that was 90% of his social interaction#the other 10% was either merchants stopping for a night or two or dwarves#neither group would go into detail about their family life in front of Eol's son#he would have preferred a romance where he was the lord of the secret kingdom rather than the trapped foreign bride but so it goes
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i love fingon so much just. he's so good and so reckless and he loves so fiercely it makes him do the most stupid shit, and in turn no one ever quite puts him first. I'm going to eat glass
#*mine#tolkien#the silmarillion#silm#fingon#turgon and gondolin. fingolfin and his despair. maedhros and his oath. aredhel and turgon. and so on and so FORTH. and YET#god. godddd#i'm fine it's fine I just need to lie down in traffic for a hot second#not even FINGON puts fingon first. he survives the helcaraxe and goes rescue maedhros#and i don't even mean he handles it gracefully i LOVE the idea of a fingon with a bit of an edge. who jumps head-first into danger#/because/ of all this. no one quite cares all that much cleary so why should he. he just wants to feel something so he might as well do som#unhinged fucking shit. move move move then at least you don't have to think so much#just. do you GET IT#screaming crying pls ignore me#these tags are a mess but this is what my brain has been like for a week straight so. yk#just. my guy :((
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laughing at people who act like tolkien never specified the elves' hair lengths. i'm reading the fall of gondolin right now and if i took a shot for every time i read about "long hair flowing in the wind" or "streaming out behind him" i'd have alcohol poisoning by now
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More intentional revamp of my ancient Idril design
#it was kind of an accidental kirtle that wasn’t one. so now it is.#+ some vaguely Elizabethan neck shit.#of this were high formal wear I would’ve done the ostentatious collar/cone bodice#that’s the half baked gondolindrim thesis. don’t think abt gondolindrim that much#DO know idril starts wearing white instead of a heavy silver brocade in memory of aredhel tho#tolkien#idril#idril celebrindal#gondolin#the double ponytails I ^draw her with also would Elizabethan as an updo. happy accident I’m realizing#*would look#possibly anachronistic lace pattern cw. I’m not looking it the fuck up
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Maeglin had to grow up so fast and yet he died so young, too. somethingsomething dior parallel and the difference having a loving parent vs. an abusive parent can make
#Maeglin was abused and suffered severe trauma and never got the healing he needed for it#I don’t think he ever stopped looking over his shoulder even after Eöl dies#he tried to make Gondolin his home but he probably suffered from severe anxiety and depression and never felt like he belonged#probably always blamed himself for his mother and father’s deaths#of course maeglin gave in to Melkor’s torture and of course he would make deals that in his mind protect his loved ones#he was told he’d be given lordship of Gondolin and Idril’s hand in marriage#fucked up. yes#but in his mind after being tortured both physically and mentally by literal Satan#he told himself the if he’s given lordship of the city then that means there will be a city with inhabitants left to rule#and Idril will be kept alive#not making excuses but I can see the reasoning#and again when you consider that he’s quite young for an elf & was probably never that mentally stable in the first place#I just. poor thing#and when you remember the books are supposed to be translations & technically up for interpretation?#boom. bias has become introduced#you cannot stop me#anyways we both had a parent that abused us and made us wish we were never born#and that’s why I’ll defend maeglin to the grave :) thank you very much :)
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AU, where Tyelpe is in Gondolin far before he got there in Canon and tries to befriend antisocial little Maeglin... I just wrote this down in two hours right before Christmas and a friend has been encouraging me to post it, so yeah...
Happy holidays to all who celebrate and i hope everyone could have a friend like this, making sure we're doing well...
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There is a small, slightly crumpled ball of paper in the others hand, a tiny bow the only indication that it's not just waste. Maeglin blankly looks at Celebrimbor. Looks back down at the outstretched hand in front of him.
“What is this?”
“Well......” the other slightly scratches at his nape, “It is a pendant... I know you don’t usually wear jewelry... And I get it, us noldor, we tend to be rather flashy... But tomorrow is yule... And I wanted to give you something.” He looks back at Maeglin. “Since... You know... I am your friend...”
Maeglin stares.
Celebrimbor still has the small package in his left hand. Arm fully stretched, by now there is a slight tremor visible. There is no insincerity in his face, no hidden agenda shining in his eyes. But people don’t just give gifts. So far, Celebrimbor had always been true to his word. Always outright saying what he means, while still shaping speech to be amiable, gentle. It would be so easy to just trust him. Take the gift as just that, a gift. From a- A friend.
He hesitates.
Maeglin does not have friends. And a gift will always come with an expectation.
“I don’t have anything to give in return...”
Celebrimbors eyes, so hopeful, when he started to reach out, are still searching for his own. “I... That’s alright... It’s probably a bit unexpected, huh? But you don’t have to give me something... I just...” He sighs. Looks away. “It’s just that you tend to be alone... And.... Family can be difficult, believe me, I know... But... Yule is the possibility of a new start... Of letting old habits go and forming new ones... And it should not be celebrated alone... With no glimpse of a brighter future...” He’s speaking haltingly, like the words have to be wrestled out of his throat.
“And... If you do not feel comfortable with your family... I just thought... Maybe you would be more at ease... With me...” The usually light voice roughens, then dies, making the last words nearly inaudible. Maeglin suddenly has a vision of the lone fireplace in his empty room again. But instead of himself, this time he sees Celebrimbor kneeling in front of the flames. Holding his mantle tightly wrapped around himself, an eight-pointed star shimmering in the dim light, while his body silently shakes.
It hits him then. Celebrimbor was right, Maeglin keeps to himself. Stays away from others as often as he can get away with. Gets skittish if there are too many others, even in the forge. He is usually alone. He wants to be alone.
But Celebrimbor? Celebrimbor, who searches conversations. Who goes out of his way to spend time with others. Who tries to make everyone in the room as comfortable as they can be... Celebrimbor, who gets left out of meetings. Who has been forgotten too many times to still call it a coincidence. Who strangers on the street give a wide berth if they see the star on his garments, just to start whispering before he is even out of earshot.
Celebrimbor, who thrives under attention and with company, only to be shunned by those who should praise him.
Celebrimbor, who still has his hand reached out, palm up, holding a plea.
A gift will always come with an expectation. But maybe, just maybe, Maeglin is willing to fill it.
He takes the hand. Wraps the fingers back around the package and turns.
At the door he looks back to Celebrimbor, standing alone in the dim, seeming even smaller than he already is.
“Yule gifts are handed over in the morning.”
Celebrimbors head whips up, eyes round with surprise.
“What with renewal and all that stuff. Also, we will need to buy more food if you’re staying for a few days, and I refuse to carry everything on my own.”
He steps out into the night.
#my writing#tolkien#maeglin#celebrimbor#honestly I'm way too invested in these two#Maeglin hasn't been there for long yet#and everything is just so different from the things he knew before Gondolin#ik he's a little shit but i just see him loose everything he knows in one day#and the gondolinrim being just like#you're here now#be happy!#ther is no war in Gondolin#and then tyelpe comes into the picture#a fucking feanorion#and he is just trying so gard to have ppl like him#so he attaches himself to the only elf who doesn't seem to dislike him bc of his family#bc Maeglin just dislikes everyone#that means he has a fair chance right?#anyway if you wanna hear more about my HCs for these idiots#or generally Tolkien related stuff#pls come scream at me!#pls
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should i give aredhel a verse where she isn't killed
#ooc tag#the answer is 'yes'#obviously#i'd just have to figure it out 'cause if she's there it changes the story of gondolin a fuck of a lot#maybe she fucks off into middle earth to deal with her Trauma instead or something
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the versions of tfog in the actual tfog book are all such flops tbh. like what is this. i was so hyped from the version in unfinished tales i thought i was getting that but More and then it's just. no. 7 different boring versions that have like 1 word changes between them. sir this is not what i ordered
#lesbiulmo speaks#the fall of gondolin#gonna have to reread unfinished tales god this is insufferable#also YLMIR????? what the fuck
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Doriathrin landesque capital intensification…
#srsly how the they feed themselves???#they live in the forest have a decently high population density and are super isolationist! how food?#how does gondolin not starve either?#much to think about#my blather#the silmarillion#fuck it it’s going in the tag
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today I am amused by the fact all the On Page violations of the Quenya Ban I can remember are coming from the children of Fingolfin
Turgon: the entirety of Gondolin. 'nuff said.
Aredhel: teaches Maeglin under the roof of one of Elu Thingol's own kinsmen, the sheer fucking brass ones
Fingon: making announcements at the Nirn in Quenya with the full expectation all the elves and men there will understand him, implying that the bad bitches of Hithlum have been flouting the Ban thoroughly enough the Hadorians know Quenya as a second or third language
(this implicates Fingolfin too)
I dunno if the Quenya Ban was being upheld anymore in the Havens of Sirion so Eärendil is up in the air, as usual for him
if the Fëanorians were flouting the Ban they were apparently keeping that shit under a tight lid xD
#silmarillion#the consistent Ñolofinwean response to being told what to do is STFU You're Not The Boss Of Me#in light of this it is no wonder Fingolfin invented power-jockeying for rank#the idea of anyone telling him what to do incites a soul deep revulsion that he makes everyone else's problem#and so do his children
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love that gondolin idea 👀 i cant help thinking about a variation: maeglin sees all this but figures turgon doesnt need a spouse, but idril does bc she has no heirs. sure shell be controlling and awful but that's how relationships are, and he's a gift from her father.
meanwhile turgon also thinks this but for different reasons - maeglin is illegitimate and needs to not produce any more bastards to shame their family. easiest way to fix that? make him marry into the actual royal line and have idril's kids.
idril is not a huge fan of this plan but she does feel the pressure to have heirs, and maeglin is good about doing everything she says without complaint. he just needs to be taught how to behave in noldorin society - or, alternately, just never go anywhere.
I love this idea.
Turgon is thinking through it all so coldly and politically. Maeglin doesn't have a strong claim to the throne but he has some, and Turgon saw the strife between his father and uncle. Better to nip that in the bud. And it doesn't raise the question of do the bastards of bastards count as anything, if instead Maeglin has a very prominent wedding to Idril and all his kids inherit status from her.
Maeglin is going along with it because what else is he going to do? At least he's heard stories of the life he'll be joining when he joins his spouse, whispered tales of Gondolin from Aredhel. He has no idea of the details, but he is in the city he wanted to be in. Other people (like his mother) have had worse marriages.
Idril doesn't want to be tied to someone else's plans and someone else's life. A husband who shared her dreams would be amazing, but if she can't have that Maeglin works pretty well. He knows that his goals and desires aren't as important as hers, and is perfectly complaint with just doing what she tells him to.
I bet Idril would decide Maeglin never has to go anywhere. He can be taught the correct protocols for formal events where the crown princess's husband would be expected to attend, but the rest of the time he'll spend in their wing of the palace. His father was a smith, and that's always an acceptable hobby/skill for a Noldo. Idril finds a private smithy for Maeglin, and tells everyone her husband is so shy, but isn't the necklace he made for her beautiful?
Maeglin learns Idril's rules, and the rules for formal occasions. He doesn't learn how much you should tip at a restaurant, or the appropriate way to haggle, or what parks are more for sports versus quiet reading, because he never gets in those situations. He learns Quenya, so that his wife can tell him about her day in her native language, and so that he can tell the difference between "fuck my tits" and "suck my clit" when said in half-whispered moans. He learns to read tengwar rather than cirth letters so that Idril can leave him notes about what to do that day.
The big question is, what happens when they do produce heirs? Nan Elmoth was isolated enough that Eol could just keep his son from ever talking to strangers, and therefore keep his controlling relationship secret. Idril though will want her children to have the full freedom of Gondolin, and eventually they'll want to know why their dad never leaves the house or talks to their friend's parents.
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Idril hearing Ulmo's warning and heading it. Idril building a secret path out of Gondolin, an escape route for the survivors. Idril making sure there would be survivors.
Eärendil, searching for Valinor when so many others have failed, the ban be damned. Eärendil reaching Valinor. Giving up the silmaril — it's just a piece of rock, after all, no matter how pretty it is. When banned from Arda, still managing to show up in time to slay fucking Ancalagon. In some versions, killing Ungoliant. Ungoliant. Guiding the lost as a star of hope.
Elros, whose life had been a mess and who still grabbed it firmly with both hands and didn't let go. Didn't waver. Elros, who knew nothing but war, leading his people to peace; Elros following his father's star and doing his goddamn best to be a good king. Building a realm, preserving lost cultures, starting new ones. The hands of the king are the hands of a healer, and Elros made sure to be that to his people.
Elrond, who keeps losing everything, but never loses kindness. Elrond, who is an unbreakable rock in the middle of a wild current, who will always be there, in good times and in bad. Elrond, standing by Gil-galad's side during his reign; Elrond, helping the refugees of Eregion, and every weary traveller who wanders to his home, Elrond making his home a place of rest and healing. Elrond, of whom everyone knows his doors are open, and he is a well of knowledge, and he will share it to make the world a better place.
What I am saying is, getting shit done runs in the family.
#*getting shit done WITHOUT causing drama i mean#truly not something you would expect from the house of finwë#astonishing#who would have thought#i bet they got the recessive genes#that's why it's so rare#tolkien#elrond#idril#earendil#elros#silmarillion
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Decided to make a post about how most (not all) of Thingol's actions that fans criticize were justified (or at least understandable) and in the interest of his people. I'd recommend checking out warrioreowynofrohan and imakemywings for far more comprehensive meta about the tall boi. Also, no quotes because I'm lazy, but all the canon I mention is from the published Silmarillion.
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1. Quenya ban
I've seen the Quenya ban be described as cultural genocide which icks me out. First of all, maybe don't use genocide to describe fictional characters in a fictional universe, especially when it's happening to real people and cultures. Second of all, that term is still inaccurate. Quenya was spoken in Gondolin, probably in Hithlum and Nargothrond too, and no one was punished for it. Earendil could speak Quenya. The Numenoreans could speak Quenya. Bilbo fucking Baggins could speak Quenya.
The ban was a nonviolent way for Thingol to enact some sort of consequence for the people who murdered his brother's people, stole their ships, and then took advantage of his hospitality while keeping this heinous secret. And it was a way to make sure that Sindarin remained the lingua franca of Beleriand, because the Noldor had already proven their disdain towards the Sindar and their intent to establish their own kingdoms. I think it was imakemywings who said that the ban was also a soft power move to show how all the Sindar who worked with/under the Noldor were still ultimately loyal to Thingol and would obey his decree.
So no, the Quenya ban was not racist or xenophobic or cultural genocide. Again, don't use those terms to describe fiction, and if you insist on doing so, at least look them up in the dictionary first.
2. Isolationism
No he wasn't. He was friends with the dwarves, the Laiquendi, and the Falathrim. He made a mutually beneficial alliance with the Haladin. He was rightfully wary of the (armed-to-the-teeth and hiding something) Noldor but even after he learns about the kinslaying he says he won't cut off relations with the Nolofinweans indefinitely because he recognizes that they're in the fight against Morgoth together.
The Girdle of Melian was only put in place after the first battle when Denethor was killed and it was absolutely the right decision strategically. Thingol knew immediately what it took the Noldor 400 years and countless deaths to understand: there was no defeating Morgoth without the Valar. So he took his people and anyone else who was willing, and he created a kingdom with a semblance of peace where they could thrive. Doriath was a fortress and a symbol of hope for Beleriand. As long as Doriath stood, Morgoth hadn't won completely. No one who cared about Beleriand would have sacrificed that hope for some fanciful ideals of vengeance and glory. And don't forget, he let Beleg and Mablung participate in the Nirnaeth. The fact that only those two went means that no one else in Doriath was willing to fight.
3. Maedhros's comment about a king is he who can hold his own
The arrogance. I'm sorry, Mr. I Got Fooled By Morgoth, were you able to hold your own? You'd be a skeleton hanging from a cliff if Fingon hadn't rescued you. Thingol was filling his armories while the Noldor were still chilling in Valinor. Thingol was battling Morgoth while the Noldor were betraying each other and abandoning their home. He literally said: "...elsewhere there are many of my people, and I would not have them restrained of their freedom, still less ousted from their homes." Those are the words of a king who feels responsible for the people outside of Doriath too. Also, check out the difference between Maedhros's "we'll go wherever we want" comment and Thingol's "I don't like them but they'll be the deadliest foes of Morgoth".
His decision to retreat and put up the Girdle was strategically sound. Many Laiquendi joined him after Denethor's death and the Falathrim came and went freely. He had a choice between spreading out his already depleted forces to help the northern Sindar/Falathrim (and likely get annihilated) or retreat, recover, and wait for a better opportunity (the arrival of the Noldor was not a better opportunity; like I said, he knew only the Valar could defeat Morgoth, and Melian also sensed the Doom). Again, Doriath was a symbol of hope. "Gondor wanes, you say. But Gondor stands." Its survival was essential.
4. Attitude towards Men
Look I'm not going to defend his less-than-stellar attitude, but I do think it's exaggerated by the fandom. Before Beren came, Thingol still agreed to let the Haladin dwell in his territory. He even sent the marchwardens to aid them against orcs. And the minute he realizes Beren's loyalty, bravery, and true love for Luthien, he changes and welcomes him (and also appreciates his humor). He treats Turin like a son, and honors and pities Hurin even when Hurin disrespects him. Turgon otoh refuses to let Hurin into Gondolin even though they were actually friends.
5. Didn't join the Union of Maedhros
See: reasons above. Doriath had to survive. Elves could not defeat Morgoth without the Valar. Also, afaik he didn't actually have an army, just the marchwardens and his guard. Also also, Maedhros had subtly threatened him, Celegorm and Curufin had openly threatened him, and this was after they kidnapped and tried to forcibly marry Luthien. Also also also, he "went not to war, nor any out of Doriath save Mablung and Beleg" meaning the general populace didn't want to fight either.
6. Didn't accept refugees
As far as I'm aware, this is completely fanon. The (Noldorin, just fyi) refugees of Nargothrond are accepted into Doriath, as are the Sindar after Bragollach. Curufin and Celegorm's people join Amrod in Ossiriand I believe after the Nirnaeth. There's no canonical basis for this claim.
7. Responsible for Finrod's death
Nah dude. I'm not saying he was right in setting the quest, it was absolutely a horrible quest. But Finrod decided of his own free will to help Beren. You can say that he wouldn't have died if Thingol hadn't set the quest, but that's like saying if Morgoth hadn't stolen the Silmarils, the kinslayings wouldn't have happened. Objectively true, but missing a whole lotta nuance and absolving the Feanorians of their culpability. And I'm not comparing Thingol with Morgoth so don't start.
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The criticisms I don't mention are the ones I agree with. He should have listened to Melian. He should have reasoned with the dwarves instead of insulting them; honestly, his death was pretty stupid. He probably should have been a little more willing to establish relations with the Nolofinweans, but I understand completely why he didn't. He definitely shouldn't have fucked with the Silmaril but tbh, that seemed like one of the parts where a bigger force was determining things, like it was written in the Music already, because that Silmaril did play a key role in Morgoth's defeat.
In conclusion: Thingol rocked, fandom shocked.
Obligatory disclaimer: I meant no offense to anybody, and everyone is entitled to hold their own opinion on the Silm and its characters.
#rereading this and laughing at how worked up I got#but i meant every work#elu thingol defense club 2kforever#thingol
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Gil-galad theory of the evening, he's Amrod.
Fëanor and co. burnt the ships, Amras is like "dad where's my brother?!" Fëanor goes "oh fuck" and the drama ensues, but! Amrod didn't actually die! He woke up in time to leap off the boat and float down the shore on some scrap of a ship. He's mad at his family because he feels like he was betrayed and abandoned (reasonable) so he decides not to rejoin the Fëanorian host and find somewhere else to live. He makes his way to the Falas and lives with Cirdan's people. There are initially weird looks because he has red hair and that's weird to them, but Amrod uses elf hair dye to blend in (sometimes he goes dark, sometimes he uses elf bleach) He goes by the name Artanaro (noble fire) at first because he survived a burning attempt and he lives there as a hunter.
Whenever his lineage is called into question he'll say something vague like "oh my family were nobles" and try to drop the topic. After a while he tells some people "I'm from Finwë's family in Valinor, no not those kinslaying ones what are you talking about" and he gets called the equally vague "decent of kings" for that.
Once everything goes to shit and Gondolin falls, Cirdan is like "you're the only one left from Finwë's line who's not a Fëanorian right? You're the king now" and Amrod just rolls with it because why not? What's the worst that could happen? And then he dies in fire and everything makes a full circle and it's cinematic something something poetry something something irony
#this has been in my head for weeks#not my personal hc but i thought it was neat#and a theory i hadn't seen before#silmarillion#Amrod#gil galad#ereinion gil galad#gil galad son of plothole
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I keep calling Maglor Maeglin....
AND MAEGLIN IS FROM FALL OF GONDOLIN NOT FROM FUCKING SILMARILLION!
#the hobbit#the lord of the rings#rings of power#the silmarillion#tolkien#memes#maglor#maeglin#the fall of gondolin
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