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YES, give me golden child Maedhros, heir of Feanor, and slightly more subdued Fingon in Valinor during their youth. Fingon looking up to Maedhros. Maedhros teaching Fingon to fight.
And then the golden heir falling out of grace and slowly sinking into madness, and loyal Fingon still loving and trusting him
Only in the end Fingon was the one thing tethering Maedhros to what he had left of sanity. And he never knew it. He never got to see the wretched thing Maedhros became after his death.
Given the nature of the Tolkien fandom and just tumblr in general I’m gonna go ahead and assume you guys have heard of Patrochilles. And so I would like to take a moment and consider the very reasonable and normal question of who is the Achilles and who is the Patroclus of Russingon.
On the one hand the Nirnaeth Arnoediad followed directly by Maedhros’ descent into insanity is very Achilles coded. He blames himself for his death, there’s the whole devotion thing, Fingon being a ray of sunshine and the only good thing in Nelyo’s world, Maedhros having Feanorian related pride and stubbornness etc. This post, like Maehdros, has no other hand. That’s it that’s all I’ve got. Fingon is a Patroclus and Maedhros is an Achilles.
All I’m saying is that there’s a reason Achilles Come Down is on pretty much every Maedhros playlist I’ve seen. As it should be
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This is amazing, I m now imagining young Celegorm doing this really peculiar mouth motion foals do to express "I m just a baby, don't hurt me 🥺" when he's getting scolded by an adult
...If Celegorm is fluent in the languages of animals that presumably means a lot of body language, and probably has some spill-over into interactions with other elves, like an accent, but one you don't notice unless you know what you're looking for.
This is all to say, Celegorm doing the dog play-fight-sneeze while roughhousing with brothers and cousins and friends.
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POV: you are an orc that got lost on your evening stroll
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Finwe looking for the corresponding parenting books
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I love the whole concept that all the mortals by the late third age have this idea of elves as these serene, calm, wise and peaceful beings. Like at the council of Elrond and the like they all see the elves as inherently great givers of advice with the bigger picture at heart. Imagine if someone from then read a book on the first age.
Like Faramir being exposed to Elrond’s records after he leaves for Valinor and thinking are these really the same species? Why are they setting everything on fire? Was the founder of Numenor really raised by these people? Did the calm lord Elrond really hold a knife to that guys throat? They are all completely feral and bloodthirsty and possess no basic judgement skills.
Frodo getting to Valinor and being invited to a party at Finrod’s house. Expecting a deep cryptic discussion on lore and feeling out of place among all these dignified ethereal legends. And like ten minutes in people are playing drinking games with knives and fire. Frodo expects Lord Elrond to be shocked at his relatives behaviour but finds him in a knife throwing competition with the former high king. He seems to be winning. He also sees what seems to be two high kings making out in the stairwell. His last hope is Galadriel whose now in an intense bar fight with three of her cousins. Her husband is cheering her on from the corner.
The elves are not actually inherently wise. They just made all the mistakes and learnt from them after about the fifth attempt.
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My kidnap fam dynamic is Maedhros and Elrond having deep conversations and begrudgingly braiding each others hair while Elros is chasing Maglor with a knife, screaming.
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During his Lord of Werewolves phase, Sauron either avoided wearing black or carried one of those clothes roller things everywhere.
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no one ever talks about the wild ass experience that is reading ALL of great tales immediately after silm and then trying to be a functioning member of this fandom. like i don’t know what canon is anymore i don’t know what’s headcanon what’s fanon what’s earlier draft what’s silm canon and what’s something christopher tolkien said in his unfinished tales footnotes. was daeron luthien’s brother or in love w her?? melko or melkor, maidros or maedhros?? tevildo canon?? legolas of gondolin?? idek anymore bro.
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Silmarillion Onion Headlines
Feanor:
Celegorm:
Maglor:
Maeglin:
Thingol:
Indis:
Amras:
Gwindor:
Celebrimbor:
Mandos:
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Quietly watching sunset after a sparring lesson
Maedhros: Sometimes I want to say, I love you all…
Maedhros: but I find it difficult
Elrond: Do you?
Maedhros: Yes, so I say something like, I’m glad we’re all here
Elrond: Oh, Okay
Maedhros: (looking away and blinking very fast) I’m glad we’re all here
Elros: (quietly) We’re glad you’re here too
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finrod would be that guy who fills his wardrobe with glittery outfits and everyone else complains that the glitter gets everywhere but finrod just ignores them
finrod: i assure you, my clothing choices are not a hazard-
edrahil: you got glitter in the public baths milord.
finrod: just as planned
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Some of my favorite Autistic Elvers for Autism awareness month
Autistic headcannons below cut
Turgon:
He lines up everything according to color, from his buildings to his food to his books (especially his sketchbooks), repeats most of the things he says at least one time, will go into an eight hour rant about how amazing architecture is if anyone asks a question that just touched it. He has secured routes in his house and other places he is at a lot and is determined to walk precisely there. You can usually see what his route is if there´s a carpet where he walks as it´s usually worn down to almost look like footprints.
He doesn´t handle change well and usually shows his stress and dislike for a situation with silence and glaring.
Caranthir:
He will have a breakdown if something in his plans changes or something unexpected happens, he also cares a lot about how the clothes he wears feel, not necessarily how it looks, and will deny eating something if he doesn't like the texture or color of it. He does math, weavers, and embroidery in his free time.
He likes Maedhros the most as he´s the most understanding of his brothers and doesn´t always ask why he´s reacting differently than others to some situations and when he was smaller and there where too much noise Maedhros would hold his hands over his ears for him so he could stim in peace, and if he ran away from a situation Maedhros would always come check on him, not necessarily talk just be there if needed.
People sometimes calls him cold or cruel as he isn´t good at finding out how other people feel or care, this is unintentional, he does want to care he just finds it hard, if he hasn´t met you yet he really could care less about you and when he hates someone, he goes full on.
Also when Caranthir gets happy he gets really happy and feels the need to tell everyone about it and why, no matter if it´s simply a servant or a good friend or brother.
He needs everything to be precise and when eating he has rules, like how to cut an apple in the same way each time, cut all the food out in the same sizes before he'll even try it eat it, the same way he needs to put on clothes in a specific order.
Maeglin:
He always wears gloves as he doesn´t like the feeling of most surfaces, he knows all there is to know about stones, minerals, and crystals. Sensitive to sound but especially light, Rog makes him a pair of sunglasses when they´re done being wary of each other.
Like Caranthir when he gets happy he does it on another level, although he doesn´t feel the need to tell it to everyone like Moryo does, but a few trusted ones should know.
Maeglin also feels the need to do almost everything in a specific order. He also has to think about every movement of his body himself so it´s not instinct reaching for a glass but taking the energy to get a glass fill it etc, which of course leaves him sometimes using more energy than he has and becoming extremely tired.
Lindir:
He has a whole wall in his room dedicated to flutes, harps, and insects. Everything is bug themed. His social skill is very poor and sometimes he will leave mid in a conversation, just turning around with no explanation, he also goes into small episodes sometimes where he refuses to talk for a few days, that´s mostly triggered if something stressful happens.
Lindir, like Maeglin, has to think about every movement of his body himself so it´s not instinct reaching for a glass but taking the energy to get a glass fill it etc, which makes him tired.
Elrond:
Like Caranthir he can have a breakdown if something doesn´t go as planned or if something comes up he´s unprepared for, he has problems forming longer sentences, unless it´s something he´s interested in and will stare the person he talks with deep into the eyes while fidgeting something, unintentional creepy.
Maedhros once gave him a small yellow sack filled with sand to fidget with, it breaks somewhere in the second age and he has a big breakdown, Gil-galad makes him a new one, first of blue which Elrond won't use, and later one of a jaffa orange he does use.
He won't wear anything that´s not yellow or orange toned and had a lot of breakdowns when he was smaller if the clothes, and sometimes bedding, weren't the right color or if someone pulled his hair away from his face as he used it to stim. He fills Rivendell with as much brown, orange, yellow, and red as he can get away with.
He is highly fascinated by any living organism, be it animal or plant. He does tend to sometimes, unintentionally, hurt people emotional as he finds it hard to feel with other people. He gets easily distracted.
Elrond, like Caranthir and Maeglin, gets hyper happy when he´s happy and would like to tell everyone he likes why he´s happy.
Like Lindir he goes into periods where he doesn´t speak, although there needs to be something more triggering happening than there would with Lindir. Like the third kinslaying or Ereinion´s dead.
Elrond feels the same as Maeglin and Lindir when having to move his body/do something wich means using a lot of energi and being some of the reason he´s tired a lot of the time.
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Sauron and Morgoth: *Torture Maedhros for 30 years*
Maedhros: *Does not break, does not give them what they want*
Elrond: *Less than a second of puppy eyes* Please?
Maedhros: Fuck *Hands over Simarils* *Hands over all mortal possessions* *Hands over soul* *Hands over relatively ok childhood*
Morgoth: *Shocked pikachu face*
Sauron: WRITE THAT DOWN, WRITE THAT DOWN!
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Silmarillion Ask Game
🗡️ Defend your favorite war criminal (or make them worse - I'm not your mom).
🔥 Give us your hottest Silm hot take.
🌟 Which of the Valar do you feel the most affinity for and why?
⚓ Pick a Silm ship to go down with. What is compelling about their dynamic?
🤔 Tell us one of your favorite Silm headcanons. Can be one that's out in the wild or a personal one!
⏩ Which section of the Silm did you read through the fastest? (Couldn't put it down!)
⏸️ Which section did you read the slowest? (Not as interesting or "if I don't keep reading 'x' bad thing cannot happen)
🗺️ Pick a kingdom/faction in Beleriand to visit. (No matter what happens, you cannot be injured and you cannot die - yay, plot armor!)
🐉 A lot of figures in the Silm have weird Eldritch powers or possibly biology. Tell us about your headcanons for one.
😈 Give the villains some love. Which antagonist is most interesting to you and what about them draws you in?
👑To which High King of the Noldor do you owe your allegiance? Why would you offer them your fealty?
🪄You can change how one (1) Big Event goes down in the Silm - either in favor of something in HoME or something you made up. What happens instead? Tell us the cool stuff!
🍽️ You are having a dinner party and you can invite five (5) characters from the Silm. Who do you invite?
🔮You can reach into the Beyond and ask the Professor to settle one (1) debate for you. He won't even waffle on the answer, honest. What do you ask him?
Maximum chaos bonus question (💀): You have a "Get out of jail 'Doomed by the Narrative' free" card. Who do you give it to?
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Albinos Maeglin theory
First of all I know it's based on exactly 0 textual evidence and most definitely not canon but I m still exploring it here because I think it would suit his character arc well.
-let's begin by the fact that Maeglin is the dark elf's son and grew up in a rather dark forest. Albinism can be genetic and could explain why Eol choose to live in such a dark place in the first place (other than the fact that he doesn't like people): too much light can hurt the eyes of people with albinism and the lack of melanin make them sunburn incredibly easily.
- Once he got in Gondolin and after his mother's death he got kind of treated as an outcast and wouldn't it add even more layers to if it was also because he looked different ? And because he was so ill adapted to sunny Gondolin and therefore had to isolate himself to escape the sun, unvoluntarily isolating himself in the process ?
I love the idea of young awkward Maeglin trying hard to integrate himself in Gondolin but bittering over times because he didn't expected to be rejected, he never tought about his look before because he lived with exactly two people his whole youth and one of them looked just like him. But then his albinism creates a rift between him and the others and he starts to hate himself, and then everyone else because how unfair it is that the only people who didn't seemed to mind his pale skin and white hair died just after coming to the city, thus leaving him with people who reject him because of it ?
So he isolate himself in the mines to get away from the scorching sun and the people looking at him like he was abnormal and we all know how it went from there
#silmarillion#tolkien#noldor#silm fandom#headcanon#maeglin#fall of gondolin#albinism i guess#yet another shitpost#Eol#sad little thing that was in my notes for way too long#aredhel#gondolin
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On getting kidnapped by your childhood monsters and growing up with them
Elwing hated the feanorians. They were the very monsters of her childhood's stories, greedy and traitors to their own kind. And for this reason, as a lot of parents tend to do when they warn their children of the monsters who might be hiding under their beds, she told her sons about the feanorians and their fiery hearts, about their bloody hands and the cruel legends of old of cities covered in ashes.
But sometimes stories stay just that, stories, meant to scare the youngest in the warm summer evenings and letting them know how safe they are hidden his their parent's arms.
The story of the seven sons of Feanor had no such moral, it came with a warning and the acrid taste of smoke.
And so, the day the feanorians layed waste on their city, the monsters on the handwritten pages of their children books took life, and in mere hours, blood was flowing in the streets, red ink for this last chapter of peace in the twin's life.
And when the door of their small house by the sea slammed open, letting in a stranger carrying two identical swords dipped in red, and with eyes so bright they seemed to glow in the dim evening night, they froze.
It was a new kind of fear they learned then, hearing their mother cry out, a sound so shrill it was barely human. She clutched her necklace with wide eyes backing towards the window and, to the sounds of the frantic beatings of their hearts, pulsing so loudly in their ears it felt like drumming, she went through it.
Then, at least, the stranger turned back to them, his burning eyes wide and lost. And still the twins didn't dare to move.
There was little they understood other than the terrifying certitude that their mom was gone, she had left them and the screams outside had abided.
They were utterly alone if not for the looming figure, still standing in the doorframe.
"Kanno", the name came from outside in a harsh scream and made the stranger turn his head, his hair coming unbound by the mouvement and spilling on his armour like black ink.
Elros noticed first the blood trickling from the unbound braid and falling on the flooring in fat sluggish drops. But before he could share the information with his brother, a second stranger entered their home.
And with him came the tears, for they couldn't ignore anymore the certitude that had started to build in them. No elda other than the dreaded eldest son of Feanor stood so tall nor bore unruly red hair and a single left hand.
And they understood also who the first of the stranger was when he leaned against Maedhros Feanorion upon his entry into the room, as themselves leaned against each other in wariness.
They were alone, they were crying, and the bloodied twin swords now hidden in their owner's scabbard seemed like a cruel foresight.
As they gripped each other's hand thighly and fought against the shacking wracking their whole frames, the feared brothers before them lauched into a heated discussion in a language they couldn't comprehend.
Later they were collected by guards and thrown on horses, they tried hard to fight them, scratching and biting, but Feanor's eldest turned toward them and rasped out, cold as ice and as biting :
"It's us or the orcs, elflings, choose wisely", and it wasn't for the fear of orcs that the twins relented, but because they didn't wanted to discover the kind of punishment the twisted minds their mother had described could come up with.
Months passed in ever cold Himring, and to the twin's surprise, no horrible punishment had befallen them yet.
They had their own room and beds, were fed, and never did the lords who first brought them here laid their hands on them. At first they didn't saw much of them, but one day Maglor came into the room they seemingly dedicated to their education, mainly dispensed by Erestor, who although strict was always kind to them, and started the slow process of teaching them the intricacies of his songs. Later, it was a stern Maedhros who joined their daily classes when he took on himself their teaching of politics and laws as it is fit for princes to receive.
And like this, they fell into a routine of gentle teachings and patient words. Soon their shaking stopped around them, and the tears dried, even the too bright eyes of the brothers didn't scared them as much as they once did and slowly became a welcome sight in the dark stone corridors of the fortress.
Long was passed the terror of the first weeks during which they sough every hiding spots of the grim fort and learned in their panic the rythms of the footsteps of every one of its inhabitants, eager as they were to huddle to the relative safety of the space under their beds in the occasions in which they recognised the brisk pace of Maedhros's long strides, or the nearly silent whisper of Maglor's footfall on the wooden floors.
And slowly, after acceptance came affection, for the stories told by their mother were erasing into the colorful blurry of their early youth, and replaced by Maglor's lulling voice when he sang them to sleep or the reassuring presence of Maedhros in a room nearby protecting them from the shadows at night.
It's an insidious thing this affection, it's Elros inadvertently falling asleep on Maedhros' shoulder after a particularly hard sparring lesson, soon after he allowed them to try steel training swords, it's Elrond watching Maglor in wonder as he sings an injured soldier back to health.
And so, the monsters of the stories slowly became the ones protecting them from the much more real horrors of life in this time, and before they knew it, they were the ones conjured first in their mind at the mention of family, much before a distant father they had long forgotten and a mother who left them screaming with the shadow of death looming over them.
And centuries later when someone will ask Elrond about Maedhros and Maglor he won't be able to answer because fathers seems a shallow word meant for a man he didn't knew and caretakers is too small a word for what they were.
They loved them and feared them and hated them at times, and yet they were their children, feanorians themselves after such a long time in their company.
Crafters and politicians, and even when the world denied them this legacy, casting it as shameful and bloodied, never did they forgot and always they claimed it in the quiet ways the eldest sons of Feanor had shaped them by their teachings.
And so Elrond still remembers the healing lessons he took with Himring's gruff healer and the songs of Maglor taught him in the evenings to mend broken spirit as well as wounded flesh.
And so Elros until he at last relinquished the shining numenorean throne, always remembered the rasping of Maedhros' voice and the feeling of his hand on his shoulder guiding him for each political decision he took long after his owner found his death in the fiery chasm he casted himself in.
#silmarillion#tolkien#sons of feanor#noldor#silm fandom#feanorians#maedhros#maglor#elrond#elros tar minyatur#elrond and elros#sad ?#elwing#kidnapfamily#mention of Erestor#i guess
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