*ears twitch* Who’s there? Who calls me by my oldest name?
Month: February 2015
Ithil-stone: Presumed lost III 3019
The counterpart of the Anor-stone was the Ithil-stone, held inIsildur’s city of Minas Ithil beneath the mountains of the Ephel Dúath in Ithilien. In III 2002, the Nazgûl assaulted Minas Ithiland captured the city along with its palantír. Thus Sauron was later able to use the Ithil-stone to influence both Saruman andDenethor in the War of the Ring. The fate of this palantír is not known with certainty, but it was presumably destroyed in theDownfall of Barad-dûr.
Oh man oh man oh man I JUST HAD THE DEEPEST, MOST CARNAL CRAVING to see the scene in which one or more of the lucky Nazgul gets to bring Sauron a palantir….
au in which saruman never loses his palantir
Aragorn: Long have you hunted me. Long have I eluded you. No more. Behold the sword of Elendil.
Saruman: Hello?
Aragorn: …hello?
Saruman: Sorry this is Saruman do you want me to pass along your message
Is anyone else experiencing a massive drop in followers?
I’ve lost no less than 12 in the last week. XD Is it something I said? Or is it just the “new” tumblr turning over dead blogs?
For the purpose of this meme we are going to forget that my Melkor can’t read or write XD
“Melkor, it has been a while. You see, my theory is that you are just very bad at being calm. So enclosed Is some herbal booze I distilled myself, some relaxing teas, and to get the last furrows out of your brows the ‘Desirer complete satisfaction bedroom pack’ in the ‘extra Sturdy’ variant. Oh, and my sister asked to enclose you some honey waffles. See ya later! PPS: Manwhe has started talking about a family visit to your place- hope to see you soon.”
“Oh, my brother… It is a shame you do not write more! You always know just what to get me! I’m sure I’ll remember to get you something in return som—((smudge of honey))—-
That’s an interesting theory you have; certainly my twin would agree with it, though I imagine his solution would be to suggest I “meditate upon the serenity of the One” and “free myself from the tumults of the flesh”.
I much prefer your solution. I feel calmer already!
Ah, I salute Nienna’s baking! She has improved since I was last home; she does tend to weep into her recipes, and no one likes a salty waffle.
Do let the twin-of-my-spirit know that there is no need to hurry on the family reunion… My dwelling in the north is certainly too cramped and cluttered to provide worthy hospitality for all my esteemed kin. Tell our family to please consider visiting some other millennium… or never.
Yours, Ever,
The Mighty Arising “
{if it’s not too late, because why not} To the Bloated, Gloating, Corpse-Munching Foe of the World. Look to the red hill. Try me. Wishing you a Swift and Agonising Demise, the Lord of Dor Cuarthól.
“Happy am I to let you wait, ignorant and cold, with your ass in the sod, Master of Fate."
The note, scrawled on dried skin, is delivered from the hand of a scrawny young waif with freckled skin and short-cropped hair the color of fox fur.
"I was bidden give this to you upon a red hill, Lord Turambar. I could not refuse,” they said, with something crooked in the tilt of their mouth.
What do you mean this wasn’t their actual reaction?!
“WE COVERED ELVES MOONWALKING, AND ELVES BACKFLIPPING UP CRUMBLING TOWERS, AND ELVES DROP-KICKING DWARVES INTO BATTLE, BUT THERE’S NOTHING IN THE MANUAL ABOUT ELVES PIROUETTING OFF A DWARF IN A BARREL WHILE FIRING LASERS OUT OF THEIR TITS!!! WHAT DO WE DO??"
I’d like to take this moment to reflect upon and appreciate all the lasting memorials of indecency and misbehavior that have been created on this blog in the pursuit of taunting Ossë, masteroftheseas. The devices of your indignation will probably be my internet legacy and I have no regrets. *breaches like Shamoo into the sunset*
Bearded Vulture / Lammergeier (Gypaetus barbatus) – photo by pilot_micha
I was wondering, are the nicknames for the Finweans (Nelyo, Curvo, Tyelko, Finno, etc) that I see a lot in fanfiction canon or fanon?
A little of both. If you read this post about elvish naming customs you’ll see that most of the Finweans (that is, the Noldorin royal family) have about three names. One Quenya name from their father, one Quenya name from their mother, and then one of those names that was “Sindarized” when they returned to Middle Earth. Each of the nicknames that you listed above is a shortened version of one of these canonical names (“Nelyo” is, I think, Maedhros, who’s father name is Nelyafinwe; “Tyelko” is Celegorm, who’s mother name is Tyelkormo – I’m not sure who Curvo and Finno are supposed to be, though.) So, in the sense that these nicknames come from canonical names, then yes they’re canonical.
However, Tolkien didn’t use nicknames/shortened names for the elves in his writing, ever. Given the extreme importance the elves put on their names (especially the Noldor), there’s no indication that they would have used shortened nicknames at all. So the use of these shortened nicknames is purely fanon.
(Also, a reminder for anyone writing Finwean fanfiction. Keep in mind that the Quenya names really weren’t used much after the Noldor returned to Middle Earth. In The Silmarillion we only see the Sindarized names used, and with Quenya banned in Beleriand and the (seriously, I cannot emphasize this enough) real importance the Noldor placed on names and transitioning their own names to Sindarin, it doesn’t seem too likely that the Quenya names would have been used while in exile. So “Nelyafinwe”, “Tyelkormo” and the other Quenya names would have existed primarily in Valinor.)
SOURCES: The Silmarillion, The Histories of Middle Earth vol. 12 (“The Shibboleth of Feanor”)
I think it might be worth clarifying that, while Tolkien never used the Feanorian nicknames in the narrative, Christopher did list them, in the Shibboleth? (As far as I recall, Kurvo—not Curvo—is Curufin, but I can’t remember a Finno, either.)
I can also see why some people might use these names even in post-Valinor fics: it is not unreasonable to assume that the Feanorians would diss Thingol and his rules in between slaying his kin, at least in private. (I probably wouldn’t, though: to me, they have the sound of public school nicknames straight out of Wodehouse—Bingo, etc—so I have a hard time taking them seriously.)
…The Exiles took the Sindarin tongue in all their daily uses, and the High Speech of the West was spoken only by the lords of the Noldor among themselves. (The Silmarillion, ‘Of the Noldor in Beleriand’ p 151)
Honestly, this brings me back about 15 years, with the canon police and ‘superior canon’ vs the rest of Tolkien’s writings. And if this person is going to argue that the Silm is the superior canon, at least get it right.
So, yes, Quenya was still spoken in private. And I agree about the Fëanorians – why would they shun a language that’s been condemned because it’s associated with them? (I always thought that was a plothole, anyway – it would have been simpler to just say that the Exiles adopted the language of the land and Quenya fell into disuse, much as Latin did.) Plus, as I’m sure you already know, Turgon’s household spoke Quenya openly (the Shibboleth p 348).
The Silm doesn’t have much in the way of dialogue, and even in the parts that occur in Valinor, we see the Sindarin names, which is ridiculous – they wouldn’t even know Sindarin at that point. So, to argue that the Quenya names shouldn’t be used in fic because they weren’t used in narrative doesn’t make sense. Tolkien at first conceived of Sindarin as ‘Noldorin’, the everyday language of the Noldor, and Quenya as the High Speech, used only in lore. That’s why everything is in Sindarin.
Moreover, the dialogue we have is limited to formal situations, in which nicknames would never be used. Obviously, the nicknames were used by family – otherwise, they wouldn’t exist. So, it seems perfectly appropriate to use them in fanfic.
THANK YOU! Excellent response. Now I can delete the nascent screed on my saved drafts. Or maybe save it to expand on the distinction between bona fide scholarship, i.e., what might be presented at a Tolkien conference or in a journal versus the transformative nature of fan fiction in which the texts serve as mythology and/or (unreliable) history (not stone cold Fact™) and are thus highly subject to interpretation.
Second bold set is mine–
This is why I don’t always track with the idea that the Noldor were being persecuted by the language ban; A) they’re the aggressive invaders, and B) it’s contextually obvious that Quenya is intended to be the Latin of Middle Earth– (It’s like… in-text cultural divisions aside, from a purely authorial perspective, any speech in elven languages comes across to non-elves as being mystical and elevated, but the elves themselves need a variant of language that is EVEN WAY MORE mystical and elevated, which is reserved for items of ancient history and quasi-magical stuff.) Actually, for me, thinking of the Noldor as being analogous to the Romans makes a lot of sense, and allows a lot of neat parallels to be drawn (without painting a picture of anyone being either totally benign or totally oppressive).
*note planted with a dagger in the chest of the orc general who held what would become the march of Maedhros* I am still alive Thauron and how well what is left of your troops will tell you. Soon you will see my fortress on the hills. Enjoy the view; as long as you can.
A note is returned; a red-eyed raven scrabbles at an evening window, sawing out a cacophony in announcement as it drops a silver tube of no orcish make clattering to the ground. The silver is dented and scorched, but recognizable as Noldorin in origin. Its task done, the sooty bird retreats.
“My Dear Lefthander;
I am returning this capsule that we liberated from one of Aegnor’s envoys, who unfortunately no longer able to give it to you in person. Originally, it contained a request for aid and troops from your allies in Ladros— but as they no longer require your assistance, I will make use of this convenient device instead.
Your fortress is redoubtable indeed. Truly, you have the soul of an architect. Better you should have built your cities in Aman, where they would endure longer, and receive higher praise for their artistry than the soldiers bound to die in this cleverly wrought fortress of yours will ever give it.
In this you may be certain: I -shall- enjoy the view for as long as I can, before every stone and timber are razed to the ground, and your blood waters the foundations. My memory will be longer lived than either fortress or architect— that immortality is my gift to you.
-In Perpetuity,
Thû “
Dear Terror,
Exceptionally pleased to hear that my gifts have been delivered safely, though I’m pained to know that you are mocked by our brethren for your taste in jewelry. Your eclecticism can hardly be commented on by our kin who choose to collect and hoard exotic pets like the Noldor.
The ring you speak of is not to be worn on hand or foot. It is for intimate occasions. I trust you’ll figure it out.
Clandestinely Yours
(Until Such Time As You Choose To Return To Melkor’s Service),
~Forgemaster Sauron
To the disrespectful fiend: How dare you? Picking one of my childrens form and twisting it until it fits you well enough to choose for your own? Leave the Orcas alone and stay out of my waters! Deeply offended, Uinen
“My dear Lady of the Waters!
I am flattered that you remember that old party trick of mine! I know it was a favorite of your husband’s…
Rest assured, I’ll not be venturing a swim any time in the near future; I will happily leave you to your soggy domain. You cannot, however, make demands as to how I shape or use my body. And while I am firmly beached on the glacial shores of my Master’s kingdom, I choose to take this form, in honor of your most cordial missive.


