Schlagwort: fingolfin

alystraea:

sumeriasmith:

Continuing to actually scan and post art I’ve been working on… 

Aman Dance Party #2: Fingolfin and Anaire. I tried something new with the underpainting this time, and it was astonishingly successful in getting the flowers to have the kind of glowing effect I wanted. My feeling is, if we poor mortal humans have managed to make glow in the dark plants, the Noldor can definitely have biolumenescent magnolias if they want.

Nolo, you will notice, unlike some brothers he could name but won’t, has actually dressed for a party. His taste in fashion is a bit more conservative than his wife’s though; I have a feeling the sleeveless thing is more On Trend, as it were. He wasn’t meant to be quite so blue, though– I have a general tendancy to try to not draw Feanor in all red or Fingolfin in all blue, because that feels cliche to me. My scanner, however, has a deep seated vendetta against the only real true purple marker I have, and often renders it kind of blue, which I always forget, so here we are.

I am all for glowing flowers in Aman.

below-et-almost:

mainecoon76:

radiantanor:

I’m so happy that Feanor didn’t change his name in Beleriand the same way his brothers did, or it’d probably be something horrible, like “Fincurufin”

FINfincurufin. MORE FINWE than they!

But I suppose “Spirit of Fire” was too cool to give up. Speaking of which, we don’t have mother names for Fingolfin or Finarfin, do we? *ponders* Ideas?

Granted, I may be missing something, but I can’t remember any right now.

Although I agree that Spirit of Fire was too cool (and appropriate!) to give up, I hc that the Finwions’ Sindarized names had more to do with Fingolfin blatantly establishing his claim to the crown/connection to Finwe despite being of the second branch of the royal family, the second faction of the Noldor to arrive in Beleriand. FINgolFIN and FINarFIN and FINgon and FINrod– of Indis’ offspring, the high king of the Noldor in Beleriand and the high king of the Noldor in Aman have double Fins, and their heirs each have a single Fin. Their names emphasize their connection to Finwe and their place in the succession. You cannot talk about them without speaking of their birthright. Maedhros, however, has no reference to Finwe at all despite his Quenya father name Nelyafinwe, which specifically refers to his place in the succession before Fingolfin. The Sindarized names emphasize the line of Indis’ right to the kingship and distance Feanor (Spirit of Fire, besides being way cool, brings to mind his rashness/anger as well as his creativity, while Curufinwe (iirc that’s canon?) refers to his skill and relation to Finwe) and Maedhros from Finwe and his authority. 

I think this might be a popular hc, and if I’m reinventing the wheel, whoops, I’m new?

You’re right about Fingolfin and Finarfin, @below-et-almost. Fingolfin had started calling himself “Finwe Nolofinwe”, which is the reason behind the translation. (I’m not sure which book is the source though.) With Finarfin, either his children started referring to him that way or he did during the War of Wrath. But although both of that was definitely meant to emphasize the connection to Finwe, I’m not so sure about Fingon and Finrod. To me, it always seemed that the Noldor chose themselves which names to translate, and I assume it was usually the one they had used most before. If someone insisted on using a certain name, I don’t think anyone could stop them and make them use another, no matter the political implications.

So, it’s possible that they were considering the things you mentioned while choosing their Sindarinized names, but it’s equally likely that Findekano and Findarato just happened to be their favorite names. Same with the sons of Feanor – I don’t think that anyone could have told them no if they had wanted to use their Finwe-ish father-names, and while I can imagine Maedhros deciding not to because it was more diplomatic, I doubt his brothers would have gone out of their way to do that. So I’m assuming that for all of them except Curufin, the mother-names had aready been used more.

My headcanon about Feanor is that he was using his mother-name as a way to honor Miriel and remind people of her. (Which ofc means he and his sons wouldn’t change it because respecting that is more important than the distance from Finwe. But the post was a joke/shitpost anyway, so I ignored all of that and just thought ‘what if Feanor had decided to one-up Fingolfin and call himself “Finwe Curufinwe”‘)

Can’t Live With ‘em, Can’t Time Travel without ‘em.

sweetteaanddragons:

sweetteaanddragons:

sweetteaanddragons:

dearmandos:

sweetteaanddragons:

sweetteaanddragons:

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.

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At @wijopat and @below-et-almost‘s request, here’s some more:

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.

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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.

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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.

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Can’t Live With ‘em, Can’t Time Travel without ‘em.

sweetteaanddragons:

sweetteaanddragons:

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.

Keep reading

At @wijopat and @below-et-almost‘s request, here’s some more:

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.

Keep reading

I love everything about this!

vampiraptor:

I like how fanon portrays Feanor as the batshit crazy wild-card and Fingolfin as the more collected, rational, thoughtful sibling. But you do realize Fingolfin only gets that characterization because he is compared to Feanaro-Spirit-of-Fiyaaaaaah, right? Because Fingolfin was the one who canonically got so mad he road off to Angband to fight Satan on his front lawn solo and ended up getting stomped for his efforts. 

juliedillon:

The battle between Fingolfin, High King of the Noldor in Beleriand, and Morgoth, the Dark Foe of the World, from J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Silmarillion. 

“For the rocks rang with the shrill music of Fingolfin’s horn, and his voice came keen and clear down into the depths of Angband; and Fingolfin named Morgoth craven, and lord of slaves. Therefore Morgoth came, climbing slowly from his subterranean throne, and the rumour of his feet was like thunder underground. And he issued forth clad in black armour; and he stood before the King like a tower, iron-crowned, and his vast shield, sable unblazoned, cast a shadow over him like a stormcloud. But Fingolfin gleamed beneath it as a star; for his mail was overlaid with silver, and his blue shield was set with crytals; and he drew his sword Ringil, that glittered ice.” – J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion