FAP* (*Fractal Addiction Phenomenon) seems to only occur in Maiar who have been victimized by my blog some natural inclination towards structure and geometry, or a preoccupation with higher mathematics.
Eonwë is not affected by FAP; at least, not the way Sauron is. He might be slightly more engaged by wind patterns and cloud formations than the average Maia, but natural geometry and fractals are just signs to him of Eru’s perfect harmony manifesting in every strata of creation. They do not cause FAP.
The closest he’d get to being overcome by FAP would be if he meditated too long on the immaculate design of the universe and accidentally disembodied or lost track of time for a few years– a similar outcome to someone with FAP, but not caused by external means. In other words, you probably couldn’t just plop an impossible manifestation of infinity in his lap and have him bliss out for the entire Mesozoic–
–that response is limited solely to Maiar who are unfortunate enough to come into contact with the demons that keep this headcanon alive.
OH YOU ❤ you know that’s a softball, I already wrote a lot of Salgant! But I think if I were playing him on a regular basis I’d focus more on his duties as a lord of Gondolin and relationship with the royal family, and maybe less on his insecurities (though I still think those are a big part of his character).
I am thrilled and delighted that there are more people thinking about this problem besides me! Really, Arda is so young there shouldn’t be fossil fuels of ANY kind unless they were put there artificially. Yavanna and Aulë already had a little marital scrap over fuel sources in canon, so we can assume this problem plagued them as well!
My current theory is that Aulë is having them burn pure carbon, which he can whip up in varying degrees of purity from scratch.
“Then Túrin bowed before them, and took his leave. And soon after he put on the Dragon-helm, and took arms, and went away to the north-marches, and was joined to the elven-warriors who there waged unceasing war upon the Orcs and all servants and creatures of Morgoth.” ~Tolkien
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I remember being 17 years old, riding my bike back from the bookstore where I had pre-ordered The Children of Húrin. As soon as I got hope I opened it and began to read. I wept as I read because I was reading new, beautiful words written by Tolkien, when I thought I had already read them all. Since then I have been captivated by the story of the family of men who defined the Dark Lord and suffered for it. And I have long desired to posses the Dragon-helm itself. Thanks to our Patreon supporters, we were able to recreate the cover art of the book by Alan Lee. Many more photos to come as we tell the story of the House of Hador and it’s war with Morgoth through pictures!
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Many thanks to our friend Nicholas Bruno for capturing this moment.
Después de muchos intentos y pruebas por fin he acabado la primera página. Al final me he decidido por hacer una mezcla entre comic y manuscrito…y que los textos del Silmarillion aparezcan escritos en élfico. Esta página corresponde a justo el principio del capítulo 1 del Silmarillion, citando una parte sería:
“Chapter 1: Of the Beginning of Days
It is told among the wise that the First War began before Arda was full-shaped, and ere yet there was any thing that grew or walked upon earth; and for long Melkor had the upper hand. But in the midst of the war a spirit of great strength and hardihood came to the aid of the Valar, hearing in the far heaven that there was battle in the Little Kingdom; and Arda was filled with the sound of his laughter…”
Salen por orden de arriba a abajo: Morgoth, Tulkas y Yavanna
Ahora me faltará hacer la página simétrica a ésta, la número 2, que espero llegue antes que la primera; XD o no llegaré viva ni al final del capítulo 1…
After many attempts and tests I have finally finished the first page. In the end I decided to make a mixture between comic and manuscript … and that the texts of the Silmarillion appear written in Elvish. This page corresponds to just the beginning of chapter 1 of the Silmarillion, quoting a part would be:
“Chapter 1: Of the Beginning of Days
It was told by the wise that the First War began before Arda was full-shaped, and there was still something that grew or walked upon earth; and for long Melkor had the upper hand. But in the midst of the war a spirit of great strength and hardness came to the aid of the Valar, hearing in the far heaven that there was battle in the Little Kingdom; and Arda was filled with the sound of his laughter … “
They leave in order from top to bottom: Morgoth, Tulkas and Yavanna
Now I will need to make the page symmetric to this one, the number 2, which I hope will arrive before the first one; XD or I will not arrive alive at the end of chapter 1 …
↳ manwë was the leader of the ainur, one of the aratar, king of the valar, husband of varda, brother of the dark lord melkor, and king of arda. he was also known as súlimo, mânawenûz or valahiru and lives atop mount taniquetil in valinor, the highest mountain of the world.
*rubs hands together* I actually have A LOT of ideas about Eonwë!
starting with the fact that he’s a total hardass with a bone to pick
AND WHAT BETTER BONE-PICKING BIRD COULD THERE BE TO MODEL HIM ON THAN OUR FRIEND, the Bearded Vulture. ❤
My headcanons for Eonwë:
He takes his job VERY seriously.
Eonwë is ready to throw down any time, anywhere, with anyone– and is constantly disappointed by the lack of violence in his job description.
What is he supposed to do when haughty Elf Criminals mock his Master and laugh at his infinite clemency?? Just sit there and take it??!? JUST LET THEM SAY WHATEVER THEY WANT AND NOT SCOOP OUT THEIR EYEBALLS???
Manwë doesn’t order NEARLY enough smiting, so how is a lawful-good fanatic to cope? Sometimes one just has to take matters into one’s own hands if one wants to ensure that one’s master does not go around pardoning every traitorous backstabber and villain in Arda.
My theory is that there is a lot that can go on between when a message is given and when it is delivered, and there’s a reason why negotiations between the Valar and the Exiles, Sauron, and the Numenorians, seem to go so poorly. History does not spend nearly as much time considering the impart of scribes, translators, and heralds as it does kings and generals, but just think about how much power is given to a messenger.
For example, a message saying “come home and submit to a trial by your peers” can sound an awful lot like “go on punk make my day” if you say it juuuuust right.
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No one is more loyal or uncompromising in their duties to the Valar. He is more than a herald of the Elder King, he his paladin, his standard-bearer, the word and the sword of Manwë. He has no doubt that those who stray from the path of light and the justice of the Valar will get what is coming to them, and he would love nothing more than to deliver that justice, swiftly and without mercy. But his master is too kind, too benevolent to deal out the punishment his enemies so richly deserve.
If Manwë has one flaw—and Ah! the flaw of a true king!, it is that he too noble to see the evil in men’s hearts; being so elevated in nature, the Elder King fails to see that his enemies are beyond redemption, and cannot imagine that Justice need be meted out with the sword and not only the open hand. All have seen what becomes of goodness and light when evil is given second chances…
But it is not Eonwë’s duty to judge. His master, infallible in wisdom and insight, has counseled him against violence, forbidden him to raise his hand against the unrighteous without leave from Valinor. So he finds other ways of enforcing justice. He would sooner be unmade than disobey his lord, but he might, within the margins of the law, find ways to accomplish what he knows to be in his lord’s best interests. He knows wicked men are filled with pride and fear; they need only the gentlest push to be convinced that a message of peace holds in store the promise of utter humiliation, imprisonment without end, the banishment of freedom, erasure of selfhood… It is what they would promise, afterall.
It might grieve Manwë that so few lost souls return to him— that the rebellious High King does not repent, Umaiar who strayed into his brother’s service do not seek redemption, do not fly home to await trial and forgiveness. But this grief is the lesser evil. Valinor is a holy refuge, no place for the wicked who turned their backs on Eru’s appointed powers.
When Eonwë is given leave to smite the enemies of Aman, he falls like lightning from the heavens, wearing lightning and storm as his raiment, the great clap of unseen wings driving a tempest before him. Kings are crushed beneath hills of salt, temples are split asunder, and devils fall before his wrath like withered leaves. He revels in the delivery of justice.
But more often he is sent to deliver messages concerning Fate and the will of the Valar, and this he does to the very letter, with utmost pride and not a whisper of doubt in his heart. It is a privilege to serve the lords of the West; he would have all remember it.
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Some notes: My headcanon is that all things relating to Manwë are covered in bells, fluttering pennants, flags, things that catch the wind and glitter or sing, chimes and wind flutes and aeolian harps and so forth. Eonwë’s armor has tassels and small brass bells attached, bringing with it the holy sounds of Valmar. It bears the symbols of the stars and rays of light, as well as the stylized blossoms of Laurelin.
–I see him as being the unnamed messenger that delivers the ban to Numenor. (In my mind, the ban has a physical manifestation, a sort of glowing handprint that hovers in the air in the court as a reminder. The looming hand fades over the years, and by the time Sauron arrives it is barely visible, long forgotten. He waves away whatever is left of it with great amusement).
—Eonwë does not eat or drink. He does not want to taint himself with the matter of the world, or in doing so, become bound to it. He finds Maiar who partake of fleshly indulgences to be distasteful and borderline heretical.
—Favorite pastimes include: perching somewhere high in the Pelóri mountains to observe the flight of birds and the passage of clouds for days on end, listening to the wind, playing a simple bone flute which he is surprisingly good at, smiting the wicked, keeping a tally of Sauron’s ever growing list of Treason And Gross Indecencies so he can read the full list to him when he’s standing trial at the end of the world, keeping a separate itemized list for everything he’d like to do to Fëanor in order of most to least poetic, Thinking About Justice, meditating upon the Theme and the Harmony of Eru’s designs, whistling, singing.
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