the first son of Finwë and Míriel Therindë. Half brother to Findis, Ñolofinwë, Írimë and Arafinwë. Husband to Nerdanel and father of seven sons, crafter of the Silmarilli, High Prince and later High King of the Ñoldor. Spirit of Fire, greatest of the Eldar, the Dispossessed and kinslayer. ♦ ♦ ♦ || Independent roleplay blog for Fëanor Finwion, Tolkien character from the Silmarillion. I track my url. Open to crossovers and OCs, please read info first.
Anonymous said: I know you don't multiship so just take this as me being curious :) but how would you feel about a ship with maeglin?

|| Sooo… not very comfortable with it, actually. Which has very little to do with my no-multishipping policy, because I do have some random ships that I entertain in my head for a variety of reasons, but that I won’t actually roleplay because they just don’t fit Fëanor’s personality; in the moment I try to work around them while remaining completely in-character, as I see him, they do not have a logic that convinces me anymore.

Anyway, specific to Maeglin, and I refer to my interactions with sharpglance (since I suppose that is your basis too.) Fëanor has problems with him because of his short alliance with Morgoth, and Fëanor is not good at just randomly ignoring that detail. They have points in common, on various levels, and Fëanor recognises that at the same time he resents Maeglin.

Nothing of that has something to do with sexual attraction at all. Fëanor doesn’t exactly have parental feelings toward Maeglin (he is not using him as a proxy for his sons), but he is vaguely aware of the weird (im)balance that is forming between them as a sort of familial relationship. In all of this, he would really never consider Maeglin under a sexual light. Their situation is a bit fucked up and not very healthy, but attraction doesn’t play a part in it.

That said, I as a writer am very keenly aware of the odd parallel that comes up between Fëanor and Eöl in this particular ‘verse, so while there is no true close incest with Maeglin (they are related, but the amount of blood they share is almost irrelevant), it does feel like that, and I am not a huge fan of it. I am more fascinated by the relationship they actually have rather than what a ship could ever bring into play.


#anon  #answered  #ooc  #threads unnumbered  #.  #sharpglance  #tagging to find it again in the future if I need it  

khxzdul:

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"No, nor do I care to."

     « Then do not be surprised if I know nothing of you and your lineage. For I am known among the Eldar and of their history I remember all that is worth remembering, but of your folk I cannot say the same. »

#khxzdul  #short  #damn I have a short amount of fanarts to make icons  #*with  #do you mind if sometimes I don't use it  #?  

dakkun39:

Fëanor, Nerdanel and Manwë

#wow dang  #feanor  #nerdanel  #manwe  #wife  #art  

smokinshield:

“You have a good eye for crafts, then,” Thorin said in reply. He brought his gaze down to the pitcher, staring at it pensively. The skill for working metal ran in the family, he supposed. Before he met Maeglin, and now his kin, the dwarf couldn’t imagine an entire family of elven smiths. They were something out of dusty old history books.

Thorin nodded once, firmly. “Aye, I am his mentor in the forge. He is an eager student, and quick to learn. His personal works are becoming more and more refined, and he can now complete work orders to my own standards,” he told the elf with a glimmer of pride in his eye. It meant so much to the dwarf king to have a student, since neither Fili nor Kili ever took to the forge.

    A good eye, Thorin had said — that almost amused and surprised him, although the compliment sounded sincere. “A good eye” was not the kind of praise he had been used to hear, in the days of Aman, when the Eldar knew who he was, where to find him, and bowed their head in respect and awe. Still, he did not comment: gushing praise was not something that he needed.

     Fëanáro clasped his hands on a thigh. « I cannot deny his abilities as a blacksmith or his dedication. Things do not change, for some, even across two lives », he confirmed, without commenting further. Then he raised his brows and his eyes glistened with an inquisitive interest. « Still, I was told that the Casari do not reveal their secrets but to few. Should I assume that you trust him that much? »

#smokinshield  #short  #one age later I reply  

ursinh:

{ curufinwefeanaro }

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When first Gunar had approached her about helping him out at the smelting furnace, she had expected all sorts of work— manning the smelter, sorting out the ore, collecting scraps, stocking up coal in the oven. Menial tasks, granted, yet actual work in the forge— unlike being the smith’s messenger. She knew not which galled her more: the chore itself, or the fact that she had to rely on it for the time being, for it seemed the quickest and easiest way to earn some money in the Blue Mountains. In a time of relative peace and quiet, there seemed little to do for a travelling Firebeard lass other than accept whatever boring task fell into her hands—

                                    and so here she was, resolutely dodging throngs of other dwarves as she made her way through the merchant’s hall to the massive front gate which opened into Thorin’s Halls, the chief residence of Durin’s folk in the northern range of the Blue Mountains. She swiftly made her way towards the gate where this customer of Gunar’s was supposed to await her arrival already.

Only…no one had let her know to expect an elf; or had seemingly forgotten about it. She stopped dead in her tracks when her eyes beheld the tall creature – lean and elegant and inexplicably mysterious. Stupefied as she was by this unexpected revelation, it took her a moment to catch her breath and gather her thoughts again, ere she moved forward and approached the stranger.

                                                    “…are you the one to buy metal from Gunar the smith?” 

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     Fëanáro’s gaze was trapped in the geometric labyrinth of decorations upon the gate — with his shoulders against the wall and his arms crossed, his mind wandered nonetheless, observing the craftsmanship with the kind of melancholia that comes only with memories. There was only a vague echo of Ñoldorin styles, but it was enough, and he furrowed his brow in contemplation.

     Although he heard the approaching steps, he turned his head only when he was addressed, focusing once again on the present moment. He faced, of course, a Casar, and straightened his back. « I am », he confirmed, with a low tone. « I am waiting for a shipment of gold, one of rhodium and one of copper. I came to make sure that the quality is the one I desire. »

     He had been assured that, if there was someone in Endórë who could provide him what he needed, those were the Casari. Yet he had all the intentions to check with his own eyes before accepting any trading partnership. Studying the one before him, he slightly raised his brows. « —Are you Gunar? »

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"his body fell to ash, and was borne away like smoke."
"he cast himself into a gaping chasm filled with fire."

"his body fell to ash, and was borne away like smoke."

"he cast himself into a gaping chasm filled with fire."

#FUCKING CHRIST  #WHAT THE F UCK IS THIS  #I mean I know what it is BUT WHAT THE FUKC  #NOPE  #GOOD LORD WHY  #NO  #JFDGYHJGFHUIGF  #UGHGGHGHUGGHU  #I HAVE LOST ALL OF MY COHERENCE  #feanor  #maedhros  #art  #fire cw  

khxzdul:

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She’s more than a little offended that he has no idea who she is, and it shows. “Dis. Daughter of Thrain, Son of Thror.”

     He held that gaze — one that he recognised as familiar, proud as it was. « Then, Dís daughter of Thráin, do you know who I am? »

#khxzdul  #short  

tolkienroleplay:

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khxzdul:

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"Care to try again —- Perhaps in a less patronizing tone?" 

Fëanáro raised his eyebrows, yet he did not repeat himself; he let a second of contemplation pass and adjusted his tone of voice. « With whom am I speaking? I do not intend to try again, but I shall use your name instead. » 

#khxzdul  #short  

Anonymous said: ☠ -fairqueenindis

     There was a pool of blood on the marble floor, the ferrous smell lingered in the room’s heavy air. Heavier than the smell in a forge when it was filled with coal and the smoke of the quenching. It came from there, Fëanáro and Rúmil by his side had sniffed it while walking down the corridor, and now whatever words he was planning to say remained trapped in his throat.

     In the middle of that pool there was Indis; he could not mistake the clothes, or the golden hair, for someone else’s. Reb blood had drenched her gowns and a hand was pressed on her belly; blood had come out of her womb, instead of a child.

    Rúmil dropped his parchments and rushed first, kneeling at her side with eyes wide and frantic. Fëanáro stood motionless.

     (There were going to be those who, upon hearing the account of their finding, would have said he rejoiced, and he knew that already. Thoughts were clear as the profile of the loremaster turning her pale face toward him, slowly, touching her neck and finding nothing but absence of heartbeat. He was almost glad of not having been alone, because some would not have believed that he had only found her; they would have accused him of having killed two Queens.)

   Rúmil rested a hand on her collarbones and blinked, repeatedly. « She has been dead for ten minutes at least. » His voice was a whisper, Fëanáro considered as he finally stepped forward and glanced over the blood – it was a stain, already slightly curdled. And as he approached, Rúmil’s next words arrived to him even before he could speak them out loud, yet not because his mind was open and receiving his thoughts; no, it was because he knew.

    « We must tell the King. »

     Fëanáro could see his father’s face go white, superimposed to Indis’ pallid countenance, he could see it crumble in grief, and how could have the Ñoldor dared call that land “blessed”, then? His father had forsaken his love for his mother and by divine law he had received the right to marry another, and now he was twice a widower. – He thought that there was no justice in that. – He also thought whether to ask Míriel if she had changed her mind, she was not bound anymore to Mandos, was she not? – And he thought, eventually, that the third child of Indis also had killed their mother, but had not survived to take the blame.

     Indis had not chosen death, she would come back, that he realised too, and yet his father’s expression at the news would not leave his thoughts, although the pain that it would show could not reach his chest. Pressing his fingertips on his eyes until he saw sparkles of light against his eyelids, he understood that he could not be the one to give the news, and thus he nodded. « Go and tell him, that he may come here. »

     When he opened his eyes again, Rúmil was on his feet.

    (A single mention of his gesture would have spawned the speculation that he had tears in his eyes, or the certainty that there was satisfaction, and either way he had to hide them. The truth is that he only kept breathing; staring at the corpse again his bellows contracted and he could not understand why anymore. )

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