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riding-with-the-wild-hunt · 6 months

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cogitating upon the cultural impact of fingolfin's death.. the artistic currency of beautified, emblematized violence. mystery plays with an antiphonal chorus and ritualized movements and acrobats playing morgoth by climbing all over each other; kirtana that go on for seven days, one for each of the sacred blows... the stricken foot and the seven wounds becoming symbols in themselves, put on children's' amulets to ward off evil and on warrior's to encourage valour. soldiers wearing eagle feathers into battle so that even if they fall their bodies won't be desecrated. tapestries and vases and friezes that show fingolfin's ride to angband (or the alternatively popular motif of him riding to mandos) with variation in his resemblance to oromë according to the artist's religiosity.. just the fall of fingolfin being so thoroughly embroidered into noldorin culture in beleriand that even when everyone who remembered him is gone the carvings of oromë sometimes have his face

#martyrdom narratives just get me going okay #fingolfin #the silmarillion #elves elves elves #nolofinwëans #the professor's world #brought to you by me #every day i wake up + get on my little soapbox #nolofinwë

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cyraes · 23 days

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Fingon. Look inspired by @welcomingdisaster 's fic Seabird.

#fingon #findekano #nolofinwëans #the silmarillion #the silm art #the silmarillion art #tolkien fanart #tolkien art #art #nolofinweans #my baby boy <3 #finally finished it TTvTT #pls dont look at his hand its horrendous

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elficially-done-with-life · 3 months

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I didn't include Elrond & Elros since they basically have their own houses

For everyone asking, for me Gil-Galad is the son of Orodreth since that is the "newest" version of him. It's what tolkien decided for last (though we don't know if he would have changed his mind again), and he also almost certainly decided that Fingon never had any children at all. (Look up The Peoples of Middle-earth, there are some notes on the parentage of Gil-Galad in that, which I base my assumtion on) -> it is obviously up to interpretation, but that is how I see what Tolkien wrote, so to me Gil-Galad is an Arafinwëan.

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camille-lachenille · 5 months

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The Silmarillion ultimate playlist

It’s the time of Spotify wrap-ups and whatnot and this gave me an idea: let’s make a giant, collaborative playlist for the Silmarillion!

Drop the songs that make you think of a specific character, your OCs, relationship, event, place, or just gives you major Silm Vibes in the reblogs and tags. Put links to them, write essays about these songs if you want, or just reblog to share further, but the goal is to have fun and discover as many songs as possible.

You can share any song or musical piece you want, no matter the genre or language, the only rule is that it can’t be a song by Tolkien nor a track from the LotR movies or musical, nor the Hobbit or any musical adaptation of Tolkien’s works (I see you Finrod Rock Opera. I will listen to you one day).

Anyways, here are my songs, and the link to the collaborative playlist:

Eärendil, Starwing: Sailboat of Mine - Eurielle & Mario Grigorov

Eöl, Nan Elmoth: Hotel California - Eagles

Aredhel: Touch the Sky - Brave; I want to Break Free - Queen;

Nerdanel, Anairë and Eärwen: Friends will be Friends - Queen

Findis: Ave Maria - Franz Schubert (specifically sung by Maria Callas)

Morgoth: Back on the Throne - Firewind

Lúthien: Savage Daughter - Sarah Hester Ross; Queen of King - Alessandra

Maglor’s Gap: I wanna be in the Cavalry - Colm R. McGuinness (both the original and the reprise)

Maglor: Requiem, Lacrimosa - W.A. Mozart

Fingon/Maedhros: Princes of the Universe - Queen

Túrin Turambar: Live and Die by the Sword - Firewind

Fëanor (from the moment he swears the Oath to his death, but specifically Alqualondë and Losgar): Wars of Age - Firewind

Amarië: I will survive - Gloria Gaynor

Eluréd and Elurín: Erlkönjg - Franz Schubert; Come Little Children - Hocus Pocus (cover by Erutan)

Finwë: Sin - Lia Marie Johnson

Helcaraxë: Rise from the Ashes - Firewind

Nirnaeth Arnoediad: Bloodstained Ground - Eluvetie

Sons of Fëanor: Threefold Death - Eluvetie

Edain/ end of the War of Wrath vibes: Prologue - Eluvetie

Fingolfin: Last of the Lords - Battlelore

Tuor/Idril: Song of the Sea - Nolwen Leroy

Maglor, Elrond and Elros: The Magic Lullaby - Eurielle

Thingol/Melian: Cat People (Putting out Fire) - David Bowie

Nolofinwëans: Hey Brother - Avicii

Celegorm and Curufin in Nargothrond: (Do)minion - Eluvetie

As you can see, this playlist is completely random, jumping from lullaby to death metal to 80’s pop without rhyme nor reason. It’s just a giant melting pot of Vibes

And now, it’s your turn to play!

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a-happy-artist · 2 months

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#aredhel #aredhel ar feiniel #fanart #aredhel fanart #irisse #irissë #tolkien fanart #silmarillion fanart #silmarillion #silm art #tolkien #art #nolofinwëans #nolofinweans #tolkien elves #tolkien art #aredhel art

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twailia2455 · 3 months

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(In the halls of Mandos arguing)

Celebrimbor- Haha you still don’t know who your dad is

Gil-galad- Shut up I literally had to avenge you

@_@

#silmarillion #the silm fandom #feanorians #the silmarillion #silm memes #silm incorrect quotes #silm crack #celebrimbor #gil galad #tyelpe #tyelpë #namo mandos #halls of mandos #valar #curufin #nolofinwëans

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arystarxo · 3 months

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Turgon

#turgon #turukano #nolofinwëans #noldor #silmarillion #silm art #ai artwork #tolkien #elves #gondolin #lotr

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eerieechos · 6 months

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Every time I draw Arwen her hair gets even longer

#Arwen #tolkien #arwen undómiel #the lord of the rings #arwen evenstar #art #my art #drawing #portrait #fanart #lotr #jrr tolkien #illistration #artists on tumblr #nolofinweanweek2023 #nolofinwëans

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tanyshcheg · 6 months

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for @nolofinweanweek King Fingolfin

#nolofinweanweek2023 #nolofinweanweek #nolofinwëans #fingolfin

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searchingforserendipity25 · 6 months

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Hold His Own | on ao3.

Elros and his family, for @nolofinweanweek.

Elros left his children the tools and the means to commit all the mistakes of his forefathers, and new ones besides; and he was not sorry for it in the slightest. (All of them come to him in the dark once at least, crying and seasick, wanting to be held and sang to quietness. There was a wave, little Vardamir said it first; and his children after him, too, weeping and afraid as he had vowed they never would be. A wave, and it was angry, and it came for everything).

In his old age, Tar-Minyatur looked little older than his grandson's children. Silver was in his hair, and the silver of his eyes a little dulled; but his mind was sharp still, and eager. He walked the quays every day, and bent his back on harvesting seasons.

Only his son's growing weakness kept him from venturing out on the fishing vessels that scoured Ulmo's realm for fat tunas and rich whales - and all his children and their children were raised more on tales of the first eventful seal-hunting expeditions up and down the shores of Númenor than on tales of Beleriand.

Sirion, Doriath, Gondolin and Hithlum - those came later, when they learned their letters and their histories. His brother, in love with lore and the keeping of lore, would argue against it, and no doubt rear his children in the wisdom of Melian's line and the solemnity of eternal memory.

Elros was mortal. He raised his people to love themselves first of all, their cities and language and ways. They sang new songs every season, composed new and useless rhythms with dizzying speed - and the king of Elenna, who had grown among enemies, and made war on Melkor, delighted above all things in this speedy work, the restless pettiness of every day's effort.

The work of one's hands was rarely more beautiful than when it was raised up to protect against wind, hail and spray - than when towers were raised on strong foundations, and around them cities raised on beautiful lines.

He wrote his deeds and thoughts in treatises and decrees, the lore made to be read by lore masters in centuries to come. It was important to keep the past alive, and prepare for the future, study portents and ignore not foresight - Yet not, Elros wrote in the letters he tossed at the waves, Mithlond-bound, at the expense of this year's seaweed nurseries.

Vardamir was hungry enough to learn, and Tindómiel cared mostly for the business of the ships and the studies of the stars - Atanalcar went pearl-diving most of the summer, every summer of his life, and Manwendil liked riding best of all, and was a friend to the sea-birds that brought him small tokens of sea-glass and feathers.

Elros left his children the tools and the means to commit all the mistakes of his forefathers, and new ones besides; and he was not sorry for it in the slightest.

(All of them come to him in the dark once at least, crying and seasick, wanting to be held and sang to quietness. There was a wave, little Vardamir said it first; and his children after him, too, weeping and afraid as he had vowed they never would be. A wave, and it was angry, and it came for everything).

He soothes them all. Lullabies, half-forgotten and half-improvised, sweet with Menegroth's lilting rhymes; a few tries at the harp, and their little heads rested trustingly on his shoulder, asleep without fear again.

Dreams were only dreams, in the morning. None of them saw bloodshed before their coming of age; none of them would shed blood unjustly, for greed.

Tar-Minyatur knew this, because they were his children. He knew also that their children were like to have children themselves, and for all the friendship of the sea, an island was only so large and plentiful as the number of its people allowed them to be.

The gulls brought gifts to him, too. Perhaps they would do so to his descendants, too, five or ten births down the line, if not twenty. Did birds lose the keenness of their memory, as old men did?

The king's windows were always open, to the fresh star-lit light of the evening, when the weather allowed. In his last years, his bones turned into tyrants even on warm nights, but Tar-Minyatur found time to evade his minders, to bring out his bowl of seaweed and dumplings to the parapets of his towers and speak to Gil-Estel all the same.

All the old people of the island did, when they were soon to die. That last bearing of witness, some of the Edain held, was what stars were for, and this one most of all.

They may choose to tear them down in time, and build them anew, wrote Tar-Minyatur, silver-haired and trembling with the cold of an open window, young still in a way his brother would never be again.

He had taken to reading old philosophical texts with his son's grandchildren, now that they were old enough to be interested in these things, to know death and be a little angry at it, and petulant about the old king's way of teasing them. They went off to complain to Vardamir, who explained everything a little better, a little more sensibly.

No one had called him Elros in many years. All the same, the king wrote: Let them be as they would! That will be their choice! But they shall choose, and choose to look onwards, not back into the unalterable past. The best gift I can give them is to give them some stone and soil to stand upon, and the will to go onwards as they would, with the years they have to live.

Tar-Minyatur raised his children to know this. Great and terrible things came of that, and he foresaw many, if not most; but then, one must think of this day's effort most of all. The future would come, as certain as the tides and the summer storms. It was enough to leave behind strong foundations, and something of estel to pass onwards. All wise old men in Elenna knew this, and held it to be true.

#elros #elrond #vardamir #tindomiel #silm fic #nolofinweanweek #nolofinwëans #the fall of numenor #my fics #tolkien fanfiction

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that-angry-noldo · 8 months

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The story of the High King Fingolfin through the many instances of his life: the treacherous darkness of the Flight of the Noldor; the quiet and dangerous Ice of Helcaraxë; the fragile treaty of Mithrim; and the tentative beginning of the Long Peace.

Very excited to finally share my @tolkienrsb project done in partnership with @melkors-defense-attorney :D it was a fun collaboration!!

Title: Thrice he rose

Rating: T

Warnings: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Fingolfin & House of Ñolofinwë, Fingolfin & Lalwen, Fingolfin & Finarfin, Fingolfin & Fëanor

Characters: Fingolfin, House of Ñolofinwë, Maedhros, Maglor, Lalwen, Finarfin, Fëanor, OFC

Read on AO3 || View the full artwork

Biggest credit to @thelordofgifs for beta-reading this fic! you are amazing and patient and i couldn't have asked for a better beta <3

Special thanks to my beloved mutuals @searchingforserendipity25, @actual-bill-potts, @thelordofgifs, @outofangband and @eilinelsghost for their biggest support during the writing process - thank all of you so much!

Another credit goes to @swanmaids for allowing me to use her helcaraxë headcanons - i love that worldbuilding and the implications so much!

#silmarillion #tolkien #silm fic #fingolfin #nolofinwëans #silmarillion fanfiction #tolkien reverse summer bang 2023 #i hope y'all enjoy i worked hard on it <3

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cyraes · 5 months

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[WIP] im very slow with this piece.

Sir, you're under arrest for being a cutiepie

#fingon #findekano #the silmarillion #tolkien fanart #tolkien art #the silm art #nolofinwëans #house of finwe #art

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elficially-done-with-life · 2 months

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Forever Together

Pairing: Argon x Reader

Summary: You and Argon share a quiet moment together while travelling over the Helcaraxë.

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You felt like your skin was on fire as Argon's warm hands stroked over your exposed skin. It seemed so long ago since you had last felt his warmth.

It had been a long time. You had set out on the ice several weeks ago, but you had rarely rested, and when you had, Fingolfin had assigned your husband some sort of task. Of course you understood that this was important for your survival, but you still felt cold and abandoned sometimes.

Argon seemed to notice that. While you continued to fight your way through the snow during the day, Argon, who always walked in front next to his father, fell further back to take your hand for a moment. His fingers clasped yours and the ice no longer seemed so cold to you.

After a while, Fingolfin had decided that you would have to take a longer rest, as all of you were getting slower and slower due to your exhaustion, making you even more vulnerable on the open road than you already were.

So you put up some tents to protect you from the cold and you tried to get some sleep.

When you fell asleep you were freezing, but when you woke up you could smell Argon's familiar scent and feel his hands gently rubbing every bit of skin they could find to keep you warm.

You kept your eyes closed for a moment. You had missed his gentle touch so much.

The warm days in Valinor when you had picnicked or gone swimming in the lake together seemed centuries ago.

"I know you are awake," he whispered and kissed you gently on the forehead. You could hear the smile in his voice. He pulled his hands away and let himself slide under the covers behind you.

You whimpered softly and snuggled back against Argon. "Please do not stop."

He laughed softly. "Do not worry, my love, I will prevent you from freezing to death." He wrapped his strong arms around you and turned you round so that the tips of your noses were touching.

His warm breath brushed over your face and drove away any feeling of cold. "Do not worry, Melda." Argon whispered and kissed you softly. His hands gently stroked down your body, from your cheeks to your hips, where he pulled you even tighter against him. "Tonight I am all yours."

He winked.

"Arakáno!Turukáno, Elenwë and Itarillë are right in the tent next to us. So we won't be doing anything like that." you said, but you had to smile.

When Argon saw your smile, he let out a pleasant sigh. One of his hands travelled back up to your face and gently stroked your lips to trace your smile.

Then he leant forward and kissed you again. At first his lips brushed only lightly over yours, but soon his kisses became firmer and more passionate. He pushed himself off the ground a little and carefully rolled onto you.

Your hands stroked through his hair and soon found their way to his cheeks.

You let out a surprised noise. "Arakáno?" You broke away from him. "Oh, why are you crying."

His cheeks were full of tears.

Argon's fingers gently stroked your cheek as he looked down at you.

"Because you are only here because of me. You deserve better than a tiny tent in the cold, wet snow. I am so sorry that I cannot give you more."

"Oh Arakáno." You gently took his face into your hands and began to brush away his tears with your thumbs. "Do not blame yourself."

"But it is true." His other hand found its way to your hair and stroked softly over it.

"Yes," you said softly, "I am here because of you. I am here because I love you anb because I cannot bear to live apart from you. I would make that decision again if it meant having you by my side. Because Valinor would be colder than the Helcaraxë without you, Arakáno."

He looked at you from his gentle eyes as more tears ran down his cheeks. "Thank you," Argon finally said, "Thank you for being by my side."

"Let us always stay together, no matter where we go," you said softly, wrapping your arms around him.

Argon lowered his head onto your chest, a position you don't normally lie in as he was so huge, while you gently stroked his hair.

"It will be all right, my dearest Arakáno."

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#arakano x reader #argon x reader #arakáno #arakano #argon #tolkien x reader #x reader #elves x reader #tolkien #silmarillion x reader #silmarillion #nolofinwëans x reader #nolofinwëans #silm x reader #silm fanfic #underrated elves of the silmarillion

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silmawensgarden · 1 year

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Findekáno

A little something to start April with! 😊

I've hardly ever drawn anyone from the Nolofinwëans, so let's change that; starting with Fingon.

Here he is standing on a balcony overlooking the early morning sunrise on a late spring/early summer day.

#fingon the valiant #Fingon #findekano #Nolofinwëans #tolkien #silmarillion #elves #silm art #Traditional art #house of fingolfin

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a-happy-artist · 13 days

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Maedhros and Fingon as children

#maedhros #fingon #tolkien fanart #fanart #russingon #maedhros fanart #fingon fanart #silmarillion fanart #silmarillion #silm art #tolkien #art #feanorians #nolofinwëans #russingon art

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riding-with-the-wild-hunt · 6 months

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gnawing like a dog with a bone on celegorm being forever sort of jealous that fingon kinslayed for maedhros and aredhel didn’t for him.. knowing that he should be grateful that she’s free and never being able to let go of the fact that she wouldn’t kill for him. being glad and impressed that she stuck to her principles while also resenting her for standing aside when fingon didn’t. never quite shaking the feeling that it was disloyalty but also not wanting her to follow him without resistance but also wanting her to be his attack dog and heel when he says so

#celegorm doesn’t respect fingon very much but he still wants aredhel to be more like him sometimes.#celegorm #aredhel #the silmarillion #nolofinwëans #first kinslaying #the professor’s world #brought to you by me #every day i wake up + get on my little soapbox #sad disaster boys (and co.)#elves elves elves

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