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kendrixtermina · 4 years

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Further reactions to "The book of lost tales":

I appreciate that Idril canonically wears armor and does swordfighting.

I feel like I can actually imagine adult!Idril much better now like in armor and with open hair, distraught but ready to fight while babby Earendil does not yet realize the danger...

My first thought is that Earendil was probably cute in that baby chainmail. My second thought is OUCH, Idril and Tuor always made sure their growing baby had fitting chainmail cause they felt the apocalypse might get them at any moment. Imagine that, imagine them having the baby armor fitted every year or so :(

Its fun how much of the basic structure already exists but most of what you'd consider the main characters doesn't exist or is scattered across various minor roles The only Prince anywhere in sight is Turgon - Except for Team Doriath, theyre all accounted for. I suppose Maeglin is kinda there in name only with vaguely the same role & motivation, but looks personality and background all did a 180 since. Luthien is still pretty much "princesd classic" at this point, not quite the fearless go-getter from the final version - markedly this version tells Beren that she doesnt want to wander in the wilderness with him whereas the final one says she doesnt care and its Beren still wants to get the shiny so as not to ask this of her and also for his honor.

I mean in the finished version Id consider the 3rd and 4th gen royals to be the main characters (well, alobgside Team Doriath and the varioud human heroes) and theyre hardly here. Imagine the silm with no Finrod!

Feanor had no affiliation with the royal family whatsoever, and is also generally less super. He's just the guy who won the jewelsmithing competition, not the inventor of the whole discipline. Still seems to have been envisionad as a respected member of the community who gets called to the palace for crisis meetings and is listened to when he stsrts giving speeches. From the first he already has the backstory of going off the deep end (or at least growing disillusioned with Valinor) after a family member is killed by Melkor and theyre still the first to die, but its just some other rando unrelated to the royals

The situation regarding the humans is different - instead of Melkor leaking their existence, its Manwe who explains that the other continents were supposed to be for them eventually. So Feanor goes off on a tirade about weak puny mortals comes off as a more of a jerk unlike in the final version where Melkor barely knew about the humans and described them to the Noldor as a threat. On the other hand in this one, also very much unlike in the finished product, Melkor dupes even Manwe into being unfair to the elves as a whole. In this the final version is a definite improvement, both Feanor and the Valar come off as a lot more sympathetic and though still deceived he's partially right in some things at least, so you have more of a genuine tragedy rather than a simple feud

There is something to the idea of Commoner!Feanor tho. I guess some of this survived in his nomadic explorer lifestyle and how both his wife and mother (who arent mentioned here) eventually were the ones to get that background of being not especially pretty ladies who are not from the nobility but got renown, respect and acclaim for their unique talent and contribution to society, with each having invented things and Nerdanel also being renowed for her wisdom. Hes sort of an odysseus-like Figure in that sense. I suppose later developements necesitated that Maedhros & co. have an army not just a band of thieves, which means they needed to be nobles/lords. That said this being a society where artisans are very respected and half the lords have scholarly/artistic pursuits going, the gap was probably not as big to begin with as it might have been in say, medieval England. Esoecially since Nerdanel's father had been given special honor by one of the local deities and that the social order might have been a very recent thing in Miriel's time. One might speculate that the first generation of Lords started out as warriors during the great journey, or perhaps just Finwe's friend group.

Also found that bit intetesting where the Valar have to deal with the remaining political tensions and effects of Melkor's lies on the remaining population in Valinor... - i guess with the change of framing device it was less likely for news of something like this to reach Beleriand. That, or the existence of Finarfin and his repentance made this go smoother this over in later cannon

Turgon's go-down-with-the-ship moment reaaly got to me. Im half tempted to write a fic where his wife, siblings and dad glomp him on arrival in Mandos. I dont care that none of them exists yet in this continuity i want Turgon to get hugs

I love all the additional Detail that got compressed out in the shift from fairytale-ish to pseudohistoric style especially all the various Valinor magic insofofar as it is compatible with the final version - particularly love the idea of the connection between the lamps and the trees that is now integrated into my headcanon forever

Its actually explained what the doors of night are

If I had not already read unfinished tales or volumes X to XII where this is also apparent, this is where I would say: Ah so the Valar were supposed to be flawed characters. Manwe has an actual arc; by the time he sends Gandalf he finally "got" it. I think in the published silm the little arcs of Ulmo and Manwe are mostly just lost in compression/ less apparent when only some of the relevant scenes got in but not all

It occurred to me way too late that the "BG" chars are the most consistent because theyre at the start and most stories are written from beginning to end. Finwe doesnt get a dedicated paragraph of explicit description until HoME X but my takeaway was that he's described pretty much like I always imagined him anyways/ same vibe I always got from him... charismatic, thoughtful, enthusiastic, sanguine temperament, brave in a pinch but at times lets his judgement be clouded by personal sentiment (though that last bit is more apparent/salient as a character flaw once he became the father of a certain Problem Child) ...i guess this would be a result of jrrt having had a consistent idea of him in his head for a long time.

This means Finwe's still alive at the time of the exodus which is just fun to see/interesting to know... Interestingly he sort of gets what later would be Finarfin's part of ineffectually telling everxone to please chill and think it over first while Feanor simply shouts louder (which is consistent with his actions before the sword incident in later canon where he initially spoke out against the suspiciozs regarding the Valar) - but its not exactly the same, he's more active than Finarfin later in that when "chillax" availed nothing he said that then at least they should talk with the other Kings and Manwe to leave with their blessing and get help leaving (This seems like it would have been the clusterfuck preventing million dollar suggestion in the universe where Feanor is related to him and values him) but when even that falls on death ears he decides that he "would not be parted from his people" and went to run the preparations. I find it interesting that the motivation is sentiment/attachment (even phrased as "he would not be parted from [his people]" same words/ expression as is later used for the formenos situation), not explicitly obligation as it later is for Fingolfin (who had promised to follow Feanor and didnt want to leave his subjects at the mercy of Feanor's recklessness )

Speaking of problem children. It seems the sons of Feanor were the Kaworu Nagisa of the Silmarillion in that originally all they do is show up at some point and kill Dior as an episodic villain-of-the-week. And then, it seems their role got bigger in each continuity/rewrite... probably has something to do with the Silmarils ending up in the title later making it in the sense their story that ends and begins with them. They have zero characterization beyond "fierce and wild" at this point, though in what teetsy bits there is we already have the idea that Maedhros is the leader and Curufin is the smart one/shemer/sweet-talker, though not the bit where Maedhros (or Maglor, or anyone really) is "the nice one". Which I guess explains why "Maglor" sounds like such a stereotypical villain name.

"The Ruin of Doriath" was purportedly the patchworkiest bit of the finished product, but I never noticed and it actually left quite an impression of me upon first reading, the visual of Melian sitting there with Thingol's corpse in her arms contemplating everything thinking back to how they met... she had the knowledge to warn him not to doom himself but couldnt get him to understand it because he doesnt see the world as she does.... After reading this though I wish there was a 'dynamic' rendition that combined all the best bits like, youd have to adapt it to the later canon's rendition of the dwarves, have Nargothrond exist etc. But i mean that just makes Finrod another dead/doomed relative of Thingol's whom bling cannot truly replace, like Luthien and Turin. In the Silmarillion you could easily read it as just an "honoured guest treatment" but here and in unfinished tales I get the impression that Thingol actually did see Turin as a son.

Already you see the idea of trying to make the stories all interconnected but there is less than there will be (the human heroes aren't related yet and there is basically no Nargothrond, which is later a common thread for many of the stories - a prototype shows up in the 'Tale of Turambar' tho complete with half baked prototypes of Orodreth and Finduillas

O boi im not even through yet

#silmarillion #the book of lost tales #history of middle earth #baby reads HoMe

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telpea-kalka · 3 years

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Maeglin, through Anguirel: Turin! Remember how you told me you wanted to exchange gifts for that Mannish holiday, and we couldn’t because my uncle would execute us for exposing Gondolin’s location?

Turin, through Anglachel: Yeah. Bummer.

Maeglin: well I’ve been up all night charting the fluvial systems between Gondolin and Nargathorond and I think I figured out how to send you something!

Turin, through Anglachel: Wait, seriously?

Maeglin: I can’t tell you any details, but if I float a package just the right size down the right point the river, there’s a good chance the current will carry it right down the Narog!

Turin: That’s incredible! I have a gift for you too, where can I float mine?

Maeglin: I’m not sure yet, it might only run one way.

Turin: Damn, I found you the perfect gift. Wanna just say what it is?

Maeglin: Yeah, probably a good idea. There’s a big chance it’ll sink or you just won’t see it go by.

Maeglin: I forged you a shield to match your helm. It’s made of precious galvorn, a metal no smith outside my family could ever hope to replicate. If you manage to get it, it will never fail you.

Turin: You didn’t.

Maeglin: I did. It’s black and I sculpted dragons on it. It’ll totally match your aesthetic.

Turin, crying: That is the most thoughtful—Valar, I love it. You know me so well!

Turin: Your gift is this rock I found. It’s an... igneous? I don’t know. It’s grey, and from the side it kinda looks like a mole. If I can get it to you, you can explain how it formed for thirty minutes.

Maeglin, also crying: I love it so much.

#where turin and maeglin can communicate through their magic swords #evil sword walkie talkies #silmarillion #Turin #Maeglin #both of their gifts sank immediately #anguirel #anglachel

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telpea-kalka · 3 years

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Turin, through Anglachel: Hey, you awake?

Maeglin, through Anguirel: Yeah. You?

Turin: Yeah.

Turin: ...What do you think is the purpose of life?

Maeglin: Well I’m gonna classify every ore in Gondolin’s biome. So I guess that.

Turin: That’s cool, but I mean existentially. I’m probably gonna die under my father’s curse so what’s even the point, you know?

Maeglin: Oh hey, no way, me too!

Maeglin: You should take up mining. You can send me samples from Doriath.

Turin: And like, fill the existential void that way?

Maeglin: Yeah!

Tuor: I think the purpose of life is being kind to others.

Maeglin: Get off the call Tuor! Turin make your cousin leave.

Turin: Yeah get out, this is private. Cursed kids only.

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telpea-kalka · 3 years

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Maeglin, through Anguirel: I can’t do this. It’s noisy. It’s way to bright, I hate being out this early. Turin, I want to go home.

Turin, through Anglachel: No way, you can absolutely do this!

Maeglin: Oh Valar, she’s coming! I’m freaking out, what do I do!?

Idril: Good morning cousin!

Maeglin:

Turin, through Anglachel: Maeglin, do not freeze up and glare at her! Tell her good morning!

Maeglin: Mmmm.

Idril: ...Right. Well, you’re certainly out early today.

Turin, through Anglachel: Is she speaking to you? Tell her you thought the weather was fine and wanted to stroll through the market!

Maeglin: The weather was fine and I wanted to stroll through the market.

Idril: Oh? That’s a change of pace for you. Going to the smiths’ stalls?

Maeglin: Am I... going to the smiths’ stalls?

Turin, through Anglachel: No, you’re just out to enjoy yourself.

Maeglin: No, I’m just out to enjoy myself.

Turin, through Anglachel: You wanted to savour the fair weather and the sights.

Maeglin: I wanted to savour the fair wheather and the sights.

Idril: How good to hear! That’s a fine idea.

Tuor: Idril! Maeglin! Good morning!

Maeglin: What do I do? Tuor’s here!

Tuor: Yes I am.

Idril: Good morning, Tuor! I wish I could stay but I’m out on business. Enjoy the market, cousin!

Turin, through Anglachel: Ask her to accompany you for a stroll before he cuts in!

Maeglin: Would you... accompany me for a stroll?

Tuor: I would love to!

Maeglin: ...g-great.

Turin, through Anglachel: ...Maeglin? You sounded weird, did she say yes?

#Tuor had a lovely time #where turin and maeglin can communicate through their magic swords #evil sword walkie talkies #silmarillion #maeglin #Turin #Idril #Tuor #gondolin #anguirel #anglachel #wow this one was long

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telpea-kalka · 3 years

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(Evil sword walkie talkies AU idea) Melkor’s curse on Húrin is being ruined by Maeglin being so awkward.

-@outofangband

@outofangband I agree completely. It just perfectly balances out Turin’s power of persuasion.

Turin’s curse seems to be almost entirely fueled by his own raw charisma and ability to convince everyone to go along with his terrible ideas. Therefore, the sheer power of Maeglin’s antisocial tendencies and inability to communicate should be enough to cancel Turin out. Like I can just imagine Hurin and Melkor watching in shock as Maeglin accidentally derails Turin’s plans to the point of just avoiding his curse altogether.

Turin’s making a speech about building a bridge? Well maeglin’s listening in on his end and heard him saying something wrong about the layout process. Now he’s talking his ear off. There’s no way he can finish it. Turin’s freaking out and he’s ready to make a rash decision? Maeglin’s just learned a new soldering technique and has no one else to info dump to. Now Turin has a cool down period. Turin’s trying to figure out how to convince Orodreth to face Morgoth in the field? No he’s not. Maeglin had a weird interaction with Idril and Tuor and he’s freaking out about it. Turin no longer has time for this, he now has to help figure out what’s going on. —> curse broken. We solved it 🤝

#it’s either that or they magnify each other’s bad luck and arda burns to the ground #they kinda feel like they’d enable each other #I’d say it’s 50/50 #but that’s a risk I’m willing to take #evil sword walkie talkies #where turin and maeglin can communicate through their magic swords #maeglin #Turin #Hurin #silmarillion #outofangband you know I love this concept 👉👉#outofangband #thanks for the ask ❤️❤️❤️

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telpea-kalka · 3 years

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Turin, through Anglachel: Okay, you have my attention. What’s happened?

Maeglin, through Anguirel: I didn’t say anything.

Turin: You’ve been groaning and muttering to yourself for the last hour.

Maeglin: ...Someone saw me talking to you through the sword and thought I was going crazy.

Turin: Oh yeah?

Maeglin: Yeah... Then I tried to explain but I was so nervous I just said ‘This is my friend’ totally straight faced and then I froze up and just stared at him for minutes!

Turin: Oh, that’s all?

Maeglin: What do you mean ‘that’s all’? I started rumours against myself! Now all of Gondolin thinks I’m insane! My uncle took me aside and asked me if I was hearing things!

Turin: Forget that! Talking to objects does not make your crazy.

Maeglin: ...Really?

Turin: Of course not. After I killed a man and fled Menegroth, I started talking to my helm every night and pretending it was my father. Let me tell you, if I hadn’t done that, I’d have gone insane.

Maelin: ...And no one said anything about it?

Turin: Well sure, Beleg and the outlaws I joined found it odd, but when I couldn’t sleep at night, spending hours stewing in thoughts of revenge and a life of exile, my dad helm helped me through it.

Turin: You are my dad helm now, Maeglin. And I’m yours. Never be ashamed.

Maeglin: Valar, Turin, you’re so wise.

#where turin and maeglin can communicate through their magic swords #evil sword walkie talkies #silmarillion #maeglin #Turin #anguirel #anglachel

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telpea-kalka · 3 years

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Tuor, through Anguirel: Hello...? Ah, Turin? Is—is this thing on?

Turin, through Anglachel: MAEGLIN!

Tuor: No... this is, this is Tuor. Your cousin. Hi.

Turin: Put—

Tuor: Maeglin freaked out, he can’t talk right now.

Turin: What the hell happened!? Is he alright!?

Tuor: Oh yeah, he’s fine. So... Maeglin just realized has a little bit of a crush on you, and it freaked him out.

Turin:

Tuor: He told me everything. He just panicked and threw his sword over the wall. He’s fine. Sword’s fine. We found it. Now he and my baby are crying in my living room.

Turin:

Turin: I see.

Tuor: Yeah… I don’t really know what to do at this point. I was just kind of hoping you could talk to him... how do you feel about all this?

Turin: I understand. It’s been nice talking to you, cousin, but please give my idiot the sword. I will take care of it.

Tuor: Thank Valar. Maeglin! He wants to talk to you.

Maeglin: Turin I—

Turin: YOU IDIOT I WAS SO WORRIED—YOU JUST NOW REALISED YOU LIKE ME!? WE HAVE BEEN DATING FOR TWO WEEKS, DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT I MEANT WHEN I SAID WE SHOULD BE MORE THAN FRIENDS!?

#Maeglin isn’t good at picking these things up 😔#where turin and maeglin can communicate through their magic swords #evil sword walkie talkies #maeglin #Turin #Tuor #anguirel #anglachel #silmarillion

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telpea-kalka · 3 years

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Maeglin: TUOR! TUOR! I NEED HELP!

Tuor: It’s two in the morning. Can this wait like... five hours?

Tuor:

Tuor: Oh. Oh this is serious. Okay, keep your voice down. I’ll get everything we need. Just meet at your house in an hour.

Maeglin: Tuor, this is really bad.

Tuor: Yup. I understand. Don’t freak out, everything’s gonna be fine. Just—your house. One hour.

Maeglin: I don’t think it can wait that long! I don’t know how it happened it just did. I didn’t mean— I mean we’d been talking for so long and— and the cursed swords, Tuor, it’s gonna sound insane—

Tuor: You don’t need to explain how it happened. I’m gonna help you. We will take care of it.

Maeglin: It’s your cousin. Turin.

Tuor: ...What?

Maeglin: He picked up Anglachel— the, the other sword my father made, and suddenly I could talk to him— and at first I throught he was crazy but then I actually really liked him and we started talking and it’s been about a year, and we were just talking and he remembered all these things I like and he’s so nice to me and I realized I wanted to kiss him but he’s not even here and what if he doesn’t feel the same way he’s probably mybestfriendandIcan’thandleruiningourfriendshipsoIthrewtheswordawayandnowI’mhere—

Tuor:

Maeglin: I don’t know who else to talk to. I think I’m in love!

Tuor: Oh. OOOH! Thank the Valar, I thought you killed someone! That makes more sense! Alright, come in.

Maeglin: I threw the sword over the city wall. I don’t wanna leave it there but I’m afraid to go down to get it.

Tuor: Yup. No, yeah, we’ll get it tomorrow. Just come in.

#tuor was 100% expecting to have to help get rid of a body #evil sword walkie talkies #where turin and maeglin can communicate through their magic swords #anglachel #anguirel #silmarillion #Turin #Tuor #Maeglin

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telpea-kalka · 3 years

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Turin, through Anglachel: So how’s it going with Idril?

Maeglin, through Anguirel: I don’t want to talk about it.

Turin: That bad?

Maeglin:

Turin:

Maeglin: I threw a rock through her window okay!? I found a piece agate with granite intrusions in the mines! Turin, it was an amazing find! I throught she would like it, but I was too nervous to give it to her in person, so I threw it at her window in the middle of the night!

Turin: ...you realize—

Maeglin: Yes I know it looks crazy now!

Turin: Okay, that’s bad, but try to let’s calm down and think this over.

Maeglin: She thinks someone tried to rob her.

Maeglin: Its been three hours. The palace is on lock down right now.

Maeglin: Turin, help me, I’m so scared.

#where turin and maeglin can communicate through their magic swords #evil sword walkie talkies #silmarillion #anglachel #anguirel #Turin #maeglin #Idril

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telpea-kalka · 3 years

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Turin, through Anglachel: Hey you wanna hear something funny?

Maeglin, through Anguirel: Sure.

Turin: Lord Orodreth was discussing building a new cavern hall, and I looked at the map and just whipped out all this knowledge about it. They were gonna drill into limestone! Can you believe that?

Maeglin: Seriously? That’s hilarious.

Turin: I know. I had them move it, now everyone thinks I’m a great city planner. It’s just because your such a mining nerd!

Maeglin: Hah! You do listen! You should take Anglachel to his next council, I’ll make you look like a genius!

Turin: Nah! They’re holding the next one tonight, and I’d rather just sit alone in my house with you. You’re supposed to do that speech tomorrow, right?

Maeglin: You remembered that?

Turin: Yeah, of course. You’re gonna be practicing in front of your mirror all night, anyway. I’ll stay and keep you company.

Maeglin: ...Oh, yeah. I’d really like that.

Turin: Then we can just stay up and talk! I just heard this Dwarven lay that made me think of you, I wanted you to hear it.

Maeglin:

Maeglin, softly: Oh no. I love him.

Turin: What was that?

Maeglin: Nothing. I have to go. Don’t call me. Bye.

Turin: What—

Maeglin: *Throws Anguirel*

Maeglin:

Maeglin: TUOR!

#where turin and maeglin can communicate through their magic swords #evil sword walkie talkies #maeglin #Turin #Tuor #silmarillion #anguirel #anglachel

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telpea-kalka · 3 years

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Turin, through Anglachel: Anything?

Maeglin, through Auguirel: No.

Turin: How about now?

Maeglin: No.

Turin: Now?

Maeglin: No—WAIT!

Turin: Can you see me!?

Maeglin: Oh, no. Sorry, it was my own reflection.

Turin: Damn.

Maeglin: Turin, I don’t know if we’re gonna be able to see each other through the swords. I think this is audio-only setup. Should we should just describe ourselves?

Turin: No way, that’s quitter talk. Maybe we’re taking the wrong approach...

Turin: Maybe if I stab myself, very lightly, you’ll be able to see me through Anguirel??

Maeglin: ...Honestly, that sounds like a feature my dad would include.

Turin: Really? Maybe if we do it at the same time we’ll get a vision!

Maeglin: Good idea!

Turin: Okay, ready? Very lightly, on three...

#evil sword walkie talkies #where turin and maeglin can communicate through their magic swords #silmarillion #maeglin #Turin #anglachel #anguirel

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telpea-kalka · 3 years

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Idril: I’ve been on double dates but... this is getting little strange for me.

Tuor: Just roll with it, babe. This is good for both of them.

Idril: I feel like we should tell someone.

Tuor: Nah, trust me. They need this.

Tuor: You two ready to order?

Turin, through Anglachel: Alright, read out the menu and I’ll try to make something similar with what’s in my pantry. Gondolin and Narog have similar cuisine right?

Maeglin, through Anguirel: Yeah, I think so. I’m gonna order two dinners and put one next to the sword.

Turin: ...did you put Anguirel in a chair?

Maeglin: Yeah. But it’s not weird, I attached a picture of you. I mean, it’s what I think you look like.

Turin: Damn, that’s romantic.

Maeglin: Wait, Tuor’s talking. What?

Tuor: I asked if you were ready to order.

Maeglin: Are we ready to order?

Turin: I need another minute.

Maeglin: He needs another minute.

Idril: So, you two met through... your swords?

Maeglin: Idril’s asking how we met.

Maeglin: Yeah, Anguirel and Anglachel have magical properties and now we have a psychic connection. They’re probably cursed.

Turin: Tell her about the first time we met, tell her—

Maeglin: Uh huh... Uh huh...

Tuor: What’s he saying?

Maeglin: So Turin wants me to tell you how we met, his band of outlaws had just been murderd and he was being dragged to Angband by orcs. At that point he was pretty delirious from the torture—

#they’re trying out a long distance relationship #where turin and maeglin can communicate through their magic swords #evil sword walkie talkies #Maeglin #Turin #Idril #Tuor #silmarillion #gondolin #anguirel #anglachel

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telpea-kalka · 3 years

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Turin, through Anglachel: Don’t be mad.

Maeglin, through Anguirel: ...

Turin: I wanted a fresh start, okay? I’d just lost Beleg and escaped Taur-Nu-Fuin, it was symbolic!

Maeglin: ...I don’t even know you anymore.

Turin: Maeglin,

Maeglin: You had Anguirel— reforged— in Nargathrond—! Why don’t you just tear my heart out while you’re at it!?

Turin: It was bloodthirsty, and it was getting worn—

Maeglin: It’s always bloodthirsty, Turin, that’s just how it is! And it. Doesn’t. Wear. You know how I know that!? It’s because that metal came from a falling star; it has special properties! Properties only my father and I knew how to work! It was our thing! And we didn’t have a lot of things!

Turin: I’m sorry, okay, but I didn’t know you that well, yet! I didn’t know it was important!

Maeglin: Why don’t you teach all of Nargathrond how to forge galvorn while you’re at it!?

Turin: Okay, I think you’re being a little dramatic.

Maeglin: They don’t know how to forge it right! What if they’d done a sloppy job and we couldn’t talk anymore!? They probably left a ton of imperfections and weak points! You could be fighting an orc, and the blade could break and then you’d die! Did you think about that, Turin!?

Turin: I... don’t think that’s gonna happen.

Maeglin: You don’t think? So it’s not enough you defile my family sword, now you’re recklessly endangering yourself!? Do you know how much sleep I’m gonna lose over this now!?

Turin: Okay, come on, you’re going a little overboard now.

Maeglin: Who even reforged it!? Who were the smiths!? I want names!

Turin: I’m just gonna let you work through your anger.

Maeglin: Is it even still called Anglachel??

Turin: I... do call in Gurthang now.

Maeglin: ...Okay that name is really cool but that doesn’t make it any better!!

Turin: Are you... Maeglin, okay, no, Valar, please stop crying—

#where turin and maeglin can communicate through their magic swords #evil sword walkie talkies #silmarillion #maeglin #Turin #anguirel #anglachel #gurthang #gondolin #Nargathrond #wow I’ve made a lot of these posts #I’m in too deep I’m just gonna keep making them until I get bored or run out of ideas

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telpea-kalka · 3 years

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Turin, through Anglachel: You know a thing or two about metal work, right?

Maeglin, through Anguirel: Valar yes—Let me tell you about this new alloy I’ve been working with!!

Turin: No wait! Listen, I wanna build a bridge over the River Narog.

Maeglin: The one defending Nargothrond from invasion?

Turin: Yeah, we’re gonna use it to connect the gates of the city directly to Beleriand and wage war against Morgoth over it.

Maeglin:

Turin: After the Nirnaeth Arnoediad his forces are spent, it’s the perfect time.

Maeglin:

Turin:

Maeglin: ...That’s a great idea!

Turin: I know!

Turin: Got any design ideas? What can I do to make it as durable as possible?

Maeglin: Give me like an hour, we are gonna make that thing indestructible.

#where turin and maeglin can communicate through their magic swords #evil sword walkie talkies #silmarillion #maeglin #Turin #anglachel #anguirel

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We’ll Weather the Night

I’m trying out the Evil Sword Walkie-Talkie AU in fic format! Here’s a miscellaneous scene between Turin and Maeglin.

So absorbed in his work was Maeglin that he almost failed to hear Turin reaching out through Anglachel. More and more he found himself awaiting his friend’s call, so that he carried Anguirel with him whenever he could. Smithing was not one of those task which allowed it, and the hour was so late, so instead Maeglin had propped the sword up against a wall. But whether thanks to their long time spent in conference, or Maeglin’s particular skill in Osanwe, he could at lease feel the thin echo of Turin’s call across the short the distance, even without touching the sword. Maeglin set down his tools, and nearly dashed himself against that corner, so eager was he to take Anguirel in hand.

“Maeglin? Are you awake?” Turin’s voice was softer than usual, and his tone a little sharp, but it was late and Maeglin was already excited form his work, and did not heed it.

“Always,” He smiled, slumping down against the wall and crossing his legs. No propriety, no worrying how he held himself, only the fair voice of Turin in his comfortable dark forge. He did not even mind to be dragged from his work. “The best hours for forging are after midnight.”

There was a pause before his answer, only a little longer than usual. “That so? Your neighbors may disagree.” Maeglin heard light amusement in that pleasant voice, and imagined a coy grin to match it. “What are you making?”

“A fine sitting table, for my cousin and yours.”

“Oh? I thought you couldn’t stand Tuor.”

“Normally I cannot, but necessity demands it!” Maeglin wrinkled his nose. “Ai! They invited me for tea the other day. We played chess upon an inlaid table that had such a horrid slant. It was awful! I could not focus on the game and I was beaten every time. I have not stopped thinking about it for two days—“

“About losing the game?”

“No, about the table! How it wobbled! Perhaps it is a strange thing to you, but it rattles my mind and irks me terribly! So they shall have a new one immediately, and I shall delight in throwing the old one upon the fire!”

“I see. Do our cousins know you are preparing this replacement?”

“Ah... well, not yet.”

Turin’s light chuckle drifted through his sword, and Maeglin blushed. Ai—he could never let such words flow so freely to the Gondolindrim, for surely he sounded mad. They came freely to Turin though, along with all the embarrassment that followed with speaking them aloud. But then, Turin’s laughter was balmy and not at all cruel.

“It is madness, I know.” Maeglin murmured.

“Aye, it’s madness alright. You’re quite mad.” Another pause. “But let’s hear more of it. How are you crafting such a table?”

“The old one was wood, but this one shall be mostly tin. For I like the weight and the ease of sculpting.” Maeglin took an ingot from a near pile and spun it in his fingers. With greater speed and mounting enthusiasm he began to explain his work. “I have made a plaster mold, so that it will be hollow and not too heavy. The mold I have carved with delicate patters, and I have added just a little steel to the compound for strength. Tomorrow in the day I shall quarry silver for the main filigree, as Idril likes the colour. And some onyx for the game board’s checker inlay.”

“It will be a table unlike any other, I’m sure. If it wobbles I shall eat my cloak.” Maeglin smiled. “Tell me more. How far along are you?”

With delight Maeglin puttered on about his project, pausing here and there fto be met with soft encouragements from Turin to speak on. It was not until he had carried on for long past normal that Maeglin noted in full the uncharacteristic softness in his friend’s voice. Turin was very quiet tonight. Very soft spoken. And was it not to late for him to be awake? “Ah, but should I not stop myself? How late it is! You should be in bed.”

“...No. I would rather hear you talk.”

That was odd indeed. “Dear Turin, are you unwell? You seem strange tonight.”

Turin was silent a moment. “Do you not wish to tell me more? You so love speaking of your work.”

“I do love it.” Maeglin frowned, and impulsively dread began to arise in his stomach. “But often you stop me before I begin to rave. Now you encourage it. What is the matter?” Impulsively he began to fear the worst. Suppose something had happened, suppose Turin were not well. Or his lady had taken ill, or what if Narog were under some threat? How unluckily Turin was! How ill fated! It could be all at once! “Are you ill? Are you hurt? Has some tragedy befalling you, Turin!?”

Again, a moment hung before he spoke, in which Maeglin stewed measurably in the suspense of his own crafting.

“Ai, Maeglin, my sweet fool! Nothing has happened, how quick you are to wild worry!” And yet he lacked the joviality he would oft tease with.

“But... you will tell me if something has.” Maeglin was quiet then, and waited.

“I cannot sleep. And I wished for company. Nothing more.”

“But how late it is... I like the night best, but you are a Man, and need sleep.”

“Damn you, troublesome Elf.” He could hear Turin’s breath. “I am... disquiet.”

“How so?”

“It is shameful to speak of.”

Maeglin worried his lip between his teeth. “But I am your friend, and I wish to hear it. Have you not sooth many of my shameful thoughts? Is that not why you called me?”

“I cannot stop dreaming. Of Taur-nu-Fuin. And the Orcs.”

“Oh... oh.”

“Aye. And— and— I see the face of— of my dear Beleg when I close my eyes. It is as if I can still hear him gasp... Maeglin, you may think me weak and craven, but there’s a fear come over me. I cannot quell it. My chest feels strange, and my arms, and my heart has been racing for an hour. It was my wish to endure it till morning, but I cannot stay in bed any longer. I wish to talk... and there is none I would go to save you.”

“I am here, we shall talk.”

“...Have you ever endured such a fear in the night? Or am I the mad one?”

“No, no dear Turin, you are alright.” Maeglin pursed his lips, and touched the hilt of Anguirel very gently, as he dearly wished to do with Turin’s hand. “I understand this thing. I have felt something like it, as you describe.”

“...Have you truly?”

“With the faces and the racing of the heart. Sometimes I felt I became delusional. After the Nirnaeth Arnoediad,,, I could not sleep for weeks, and then after my parents — you know.”

“Aye.”

“Aye. Though it struck me not while I slept, but I would be seized with nightmarish delusions when out in the broad daylight.” Maeglin clenched his eyes. “I could become unable to speak with terror, and... I would be convinced —so deeply, by every fiber of my being—that each person to pass me by would surely seize me and throw me from... oh, I don’t wish to say it.”

“Then do not.”

“...How are you now?”

“My heart still races. I am afraid to close my eyes.”

“In my experience, it would pass away as quickly as it came on. I would not speak of it to any... save to you, I mean.” Maeglin slouched a little. “It’s seemed my own madness, but who’s to say? At least we are not so isolated in it after all.”

“Yes, yes, it will pass. It is good to hear that. And it is good to know it is not me alone... Please tell me so again.”

“It is not you alone, and will pass, dear Turin.” Maeglin pressed his cheek to the side of Anguirel, and wished he were anywhere else. If he were anywhere but Gondolin, he would be free to ride then for Narog. ”In the morning you will be alright. We shall weather the whole night together, and I shall repeat it as often as you wish.”

“I do not wish to drag you from your work.”

“And I do not wish to return to it.”

“Then... yes. I wish you to stay. I wish to be talked to.”

“We will speak of whatever you want.”

“Thank you.” Maeglin fancied he heard a little breath of relief. Perhaps Turin might have given him a smile. “Dear Maeglin, I would hear more of that table.”

#where turin and maeglin can communicate through their magic swords #evil sword walkie talkies #maeglin #turin #anglachel #anguirel #silmarillion #gondolin #narog #warning for descriptions of panic & anxiety attacks #might put this of ao3 if i can figure out how to get into my old account

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