For as much complaining, joking, and even objective analyzing people do concerning how…young Luke comes across in the first acts of A New Hope, I’ve yet to see anyone actually give him credit for staying home on Tatooine and fulfilling his obligations to his aunt and uncle, despite how frustrated, stifled, and bored out of his mind he was. I mean, he was 19, he was grown (enough), he could’ve just been like, Screw this, I’m outta here, and ditched them. Aunt Beru was even sympathetic to his plight. But Luke was loyal to her and Owen, sucked it up, and took care of his responsibilities. Never mind that Owen was most likely repeatedly adding responsibilities and moving the goalposts on when Luke could leave because he didn’t want him to leave because he was trying to keep him safe on Tatooine because he knew things about Luke that Luke was still unaware of… Because Luke didn’t know all that, he just knew that his aunt and uncle’s need for him to help on the farm outweighed how much they cared about how held back he felt. So he stayed, and he was bored, and he did his chores, and he eked out bits of relative fun when he could, and when the weird old wizard hermit man who claimed to have known his dead father invited him on a mission presented by a beautiful princess from a far-off planet, he was like, No. I can’t just up and leave my family and my place here. It took tragically losing his family and his place and having nothing left to stay for before he would “accept the call”. But before that, Luke was reliable and dutiful as hell. As well as very respectful and loyal to the people who raised him–basically his adoptive parents. Even in the face of his growing frustration and wanderlust. And that’s something to be admired and commended. That’s a strength of character. So just saying, it’d be nice to see more recognition of that in between the constant snickering about Tosche Station. It’s been 40 years, we get it. Now credit where credit is due.
This! He’s really responsible and loyal, and the snickering about ~power converters~ always annoy me since we know exactly what he actually wants (some of that attempt at fun, since he wanted to go meet his friends, not pick up actual power converters).
Number five seemed to be the most popular, so here’s a snippet from that:
This is not the throne room in Tirion.
Or, rather, it is, but it’s the throne room as he remembers it, not the throne room he was recently shown after his release from the halls of Mandos. Fingolfin can’t help but relax a bit. It’s a dream or a vision of some sort, surely, but it’s a comforting one.
He smiles at the faces he sees around him. Some of them are still in Mandos. Some he has hesitated to speak to. But now here they all are, disturbed by whatever politics are current today, but blissfully safe.
And there is his father, on the throne.
Fingolfin’s breath catches.
The familiar words, the words that have haunted his dreams, roll down. The issue at hand: Feanor’s desire to leave Valinor and his words against the Valar.
Fingolfin knows his part. He knows what he is supposed to say. He is supposed to call for the restraining of Feanor and to disparage Feanor’s loyalty to their father. He is supposed to drive in the final wedge. He has had this dream before.
He waits a moment for the words to come forth against his will, but nothing happens. His father’s eyes merely remain fixed on him.
Fingolfin has many words he would say to his brother – yes, brother – and more than a few might be unkind, but he has to admit that his long ago remark had been unjust. Feanor’s loyalty to the Valar is questionable at best, but having seen him grieve their father, there can be no doubt about Feanor’s honor and loyalty to him.
He had wondered, on the Ice, what might have happened if he hadn’t said those words. If he had offered any other, lesser, insult. If he had kept his own counsel. If, if, if.
So he says instead, “I have heard much rumor about my brother’s views on these matters, but I confess that we have not spoken plainly of the matter face to face. I would be sure I know his views fully before I respond to them.”
And then Feanor strides in, dressed for war, or at least the closest approximation Aman raised elves could imagine.
The fire of his brother’s words is nearly irresistible, but Fingolfin does his best to resist anyway. He can only afford to lend half his attention to Feanor’s words. The rest he must devote to figuring out how he will respond.
If this is a dream or a vision, it might not matter, but –
He can feel his bond to his wife, as of yet unstrained. He can feel the power of Feanor’s words as an almost physical force. He can see a crack in the floor that he does not think he ever noticed before.
It occurs to him that this might not be a dream, and if there is any chance it is not, then it matters.
I love it ❤ Feanor’s goals are so cute… That was unexpected. But Feanor having way less problems with adapting his old life fits quite well. On the other hand he only lived a few weeks in Beleriand – so he may never got used to the Sindarin names?
Hitting Fingolfin back would indeed endanger all his plans. With all of his Family and the Silmaril beeing in Tirion (not in Formenos) they would be far safer. I doubt Morgoth would fight the Valar directly.
I would love to hear what they do to prevent all that shit that had happened without loosing their yet unborn family members (as Fingolfin asks himself)!
(Fingon calls Feanor ‘Uncle Feanor’ – not ‘Uncle Feanaro’. is he a time-traveller too?)
*smacks forehead*
No, that was just a typo on my part. I’m so used to typing Feanor that I didn’t catch that.
I’m glad you liked it! Not sure yet if I’m going to continue it.
So apparently I am going to continue this!
Although after this update, you might wish I hadn’t.
Fingolfin’s explanation doesn’t end up explaining much at all, so Fingon ends up drawing his own conclusions. Given the circumstances, those conclusions cause enough concern that he goes to Maedhros, who goes to his brothers, and soon the rumor mill in the city is fairly certain that Fingolfin and Feanor, tentative allies, are now at each other’s throats again.
“Relax,” Feanor tells him. They’re meeting in Feanor’s office this time, and Fingolfin is pretty sure some of his nephews are lurking protectively outside the door. “The Valar aren’t going to exile you over a few punches.”
“And if they do?” Fingolfin says wearily from his seat.
Feanor shrugs, still pacing restlessly. “Then events are one step closer to being back on track, and we’ll have a better idea what will happen next.”
Fingolfin stares at him for a long moment. “I hate you,” he said flatly.
“I know,” Feanor says with far too much cheer. “Which reminds me.” He goes to the elaborate safe in the wall and after a moment of visible hesitance wrenches the already slightly ajar door open. The light of the Silmarils gleams forth.
Feanor dumps them in a bag that somehow manages to hide that light and then turns and holds them out expectantly towards Fingolfin.
Fingolfin had thought he had seen Feanor desperate last time. It is nothing compared to Feanor now.
He had thought to find his brother stirring up the people. Instead, he finds him outside Celegorm’s sick room, drawing up plans to depart immediately.
“We’re not ready yet,” he protests immediately. “It takes time to prepare an army, Celegorm’s not even fully healed yet – “
Feanor slams him against the wall. “Time. What time do you imagine we have?” he snarls. “With two hands you promised but with one hand you gave. Do you think I never saw that part of the tapestry in all my long years in Mandos?”
Suddenly Feanor’s grip is the only thing keeping him upright. “Ungoliant,” he breathes.
yup it is 100% fanon and never hinted at in the slightest anywhere. erestor is never even described as an elf. the only person who is described as collecting works in the library and being a scholar (as per The Hobbit) is Elrond……lotr fanon is really boring
I wouldn’t say it’s necessarily boring, or at least not more boring than any other fanon. I mean, fanon in general, especially good and reasonable fanon, can have a tendency to stifle new ideas. People who are new to fandom or casual fans usually don’t care that much about minor characters or possible off-screen details, and people who start reading fanfic and/or writing themselves have usually encountered and internalized the fanon. And in LotR, it can be hard to remember what was in the books and what wasn’t. I recently tried to look a specific passage up in there and tbh I hope I never have to do that again.
Free Graphic Novels (DC, Marvel, Image, etc), Music, TV shows, and music on HOOPLA.
Free music that you can KEEP on FREEGAL
You are PAYING for all this with your tax money – USE THEM. Most likely systems will have all 3 or 2 out of 3, so if you aren’t sure call your local library’s reference/information desk and how you can get set-up or started.
I just realized that, while Erestor is canonically Elrond’s chief counsellor and therefore must be very educated, the whole thing about him also being a scholar and in charge of the library and the education of any children living in Rivendell is pretty much fanon. Although it’s definitely possible, and it has been some time since I read LotR so maybe I’m forgetting something.
This Buzzfeed punctuation mark quiz told me that I’m an ellipsis… and that I “love adding a little drama wherever I go”… that’s absolutely true, lol.
Random headcanon: In Noldorin culture, it’s considered acceptable, even necessary, to politely correct other people when you notice them making mistakes, since that way you’re helping them learn and improve. Unconstructive, deliberately nasty criticism, the sort that can make someone feel they’re so bad at it they shouldn’t even try anymore, is considered the worst thing you could do, but letting others keep doing something wrong can be seen as almost as rude. That extends from art, craft or music to things like grammar, spelling, pronounciation. (The exception would be if it’s obvious that the person wants to finish whatever it is by themselves.)
Of course, that means other Elves and Edain, whose stance on help is more “if we need it we’ll ask for it”, may sometimes view them as pushy know-it-alls. Like, if someone tried learning Quenya and every other sentence someone interrupted with corrections and advice. Or worse, if the Edain were building something and these perfect-seeming Elves show up with advice and offers to help and they clearly mean well but it’s not exactly helping with the inferiority complex some Edain were already developing. (Some Noldor did realize that this could be viewed as annoying, and became thoroughly unhelpful to members of other cultures but I’m totally not looking at anyone specific here…)
Earendil, with a Silmaril adorning his brow, sailing across the sky in
the ship Vingilótë to battle with Ancalagon the Black, the greatest of
the winged dragons.
Even the stars in Tolkien’s legendarium are metal af.
I like this one, but I’d like to revisit it and give it more attention than just a few hours.
radiantanor.home.blog 