just in case any of you thought otherwise, the dwarf still has a beard
and her elf gf braids flowers into it and if you disagree you’re a fool
and a coward
me: melkor is the prefect cosmic representation of the worst aspects of myself and haunts me every day for that reason like fuckin dark mirror primordial horror its excruciatingly ingenious and also that mofo needs to die
Princess of Gondolin and the White Lady of the Noldor
I imagine they were good friends when alone but when Aredhel spent time with the sons of Fëanor Idril always kept her distance. When they moved to Gondolin their friendship grew. She has a ability to judge character and has the gift to sense intent and to a lesser degree sense certain foreknowledge. She is careful with advise but greatly enjoys light conversation with anyone that she deems has pure intent, if not she will probably treat you passive aggressively.
Aredhel is less concerned with politics and more concerned with more enjoyable things. She did not judge nor scorn in secret, she is straightforward and prefer more active pastimes such as riding and hunting. Her carelessness is what eventually leads to her being ensnared by Eöl, but it was a carelessness that had grown only because of the years of restraint in Gondolin. Her genuine personality makes it hard not to like her but Idril could sometimes find her unwillingness discuss serious matters somewhat off putting. I like to think Aredhel was very intelligent, but liked to pretend the world was different than it really was, something Idril did not.
Here they both walk barefoot in one of the gondolin gardens, but Idril preferred to be barefoot at all times.
Where’s that hound of yours got to, Tyelkormo? Didn’t you have a big splendid one? You did, didn’t you. Shone white as anything. Run off to court some other bitch, has it? Well, dogs will be dogs. Pity… perhaps it will have better luck with Luthien than you did.
…In any case– what is it, huntsman, you want me to answer for? I’ve done nothing but strike up conversation.
What kind of fool, precisely, do you take me for? A blind one, a deaf one, a stupid one? Never mind, do not even bother answering, but I am not so much of a fool to know that you striking conversation is far from being innocent, no matter the situation. I will say it only once more. Leave Curufinwë alone, a difficult concept as it might be to a bastard like yourself.
A fool? No, no… Foolhardy, maybe. A vain, tempestuous braggart whose tongue is out the door before wisdom has got both feet on the ground, certainly. But no fool. Why, were you lacking in wit, I doubt you could have squirreled your way behind the throne of Nargothrond. You are at least as clever as a weasel, and as admirable.
But you are not your brother’s keeper, nor are you mine. I will do as I please.
Why, you flatter me, though not undeservingly, I must say. Foolhardy I might be, but your own thinly-veiled efforts at getting closer to my brother are pitiful at the very least. I wonder, did service to Morgoth dull your wits, or have you simply abandoned all pretense?
Never mind. I, too, will do as I please, and if it involves getting between my brother and a sick rabid bitch like yourself, so be it.
*sighs deeply*
I have sworn not to slay you as a boon to your much more reasonable brother, in exchange for something I desired.
I have already gotten what I wanted. This exchange becomes redundant, and your insults, toothless.
Fight me if you feel you must… you should do something with that excess choler. I never promised to spare you humiliation, after all.
A fairly reasonable offer, had it involved anyone else than you. As if you could be trusted other than with your throat rent apart! Lay a finger on him, and you will pay in blood. Because I, on the other hand, have not made any deals at all. And the only sight more present than your decapitated head would be the sight of the carnage of your armies, ruin of your fortress and chains about your master.
Oh, Hasty-Riser. I would love to see thee try.
Who art thou, after all? A pup scrambling in the shadow of his elders and their mistakes… Fëanor himself fell before laying eyes on our front gate– and while your uncle made slightly better headway in the wake of the most crushing defeat your people have yet experienced, he too fell without setting a single foot inside our door.
Thinkest thou can do better than they, Celegorm? You are running short of High Kings, I note… Can the Noldor afford another futile charge when the line of succession grows so perilously scant? And you, not even in the running for the crown, would bring disaster on your kin.
Answer truly before thou makest reply with thy sword, if thou canst.
“(..)The fea (soul) is single, and in the last impregnable. It cannot be brought to Mandos. It is summoned; and the summons proceeds from just authority, and is imperative; yet it may be refused. Among those who refused the summons (or rather invitation) of the Valar to Aman in the first years of the Elves, refusal of the summons to Mandos and the Halls of Waiting is, the Eldar say, frequent. It was less frequent, however, in ancient days, while Morgoth was in Arda, or his servant Sauron after him; for then the fea unbodied would flee in terror of the Shadow to any refuge – unless it were already committed to the Darkness and passed then into its dominion. In like manner even of the Eldar some who had become corrupted refused the summons, and then had little power to resist the counter summons of Morgoth.
But it would seem that in these after-days more and more of the Elves, be they of the Eldalie in origin or be they of other kinds, who linger in Middle-earth now refuse the summons of Mandos, and wander houseless in the world, unwilling to leave it and unable to inhabit it, haunting trees or springs or hidden places that once they knew. Not all of these are kindly or unstained by the Shadow.
Indeed the refusal of the summons is in itself a sign of taint. It is therefore a foolish and perilous thing, besides being a wrong deed forbidden justly by the appointed Rulers of Arda, if the Living seek to commune with the Unbodied, though the houseless may desire it, especially the most unworthy among them. For the Unbodied, wandering in the world, are those who at the least have refused the door of life and remain in regret and self-pity. Some are filled with bitterness, grievance, and envy. Some were enslaved by the Dark Lord and do his work still, though he himself is gone. They will not speak truth or wisdom.To call on them is folly. To attempt to master them and to make them servants of one own’s will is wickedness.
Such practices are of Morgoth; and the necromancers are of the host of Sauron his servant. Some say that the Houseless desire bodies, though they are not willing to seek them lawfully by submission to the judgement of Mandos. The wicked among them will take bodies, if they can, unlawfully. The peril of communing with them is, therefore, not only the peril of being deluded by fantasies or lies: there is peril also of destruction. For one of the hungry Houseless, if it is admitted to the friendship of the Living, may seek to eject the fea from its body; and in the contest for mastery the body may be gravely injured, even if it he not wrested from its rightful habitant.Or the Houseless may plead for shelter, and if it is admitted, then it will seek to enslave its host and use both his will and his body for its own purposes. It is said that Sauron did these things, and taught his followers how to achieve them.”
The History of Middle Earth, Vol. 10 (Morgoth’s Ring), J. R. R. Tolkien.
Possibly the
worst set of interconnected headcanons ever:
Feanor
watching Maedhros’ torture in Angband from Mandos and being unable to do
anything about it.
Curufin watching the torture of his own son from the Halls of Mandos centuries later.
Feanor
restraining and trying to comfort a hysterical Curufin threatening to break
Mandos apart in his desperation and grief, because he’s been through exactly
the same thing and that’s the only comfort he can offer, telling his son he knows
how it feels.
Maedhros watching Feanor trying to comfort
Curufin when this happens.
See also: Miriel watching that whole list from the beginning
Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character. I’ll rate how much I don’t want to answer on a scale of 1-10. Then answer. || ACCEPTING.
((This one is mildly hard given how very many Mairons there are, and how many I’ve written with. But for the sake of lulz, basing it off of @misbehavingmaiar ’s Sauron.))
Ossë curled his lip and looked away, fins flaring out with discomfort. “What is it with the Children and kissing? You are all so very obsessed,” he deflected, buying time to consider his response. “Physical contact is such a strange thing, and to mash faces? I do not understand why it is considered so exciting. Bad enough you Children do it all the time, worse that many of my brethren enjoy it, as well.”
But he could not put it off forever. “I… No, not Mairon. That form of his was nothing but foul to me, and the craft he performed while wearing it? Disgusting.”
“… But if you speak of the Ainu who bore that name among many others, yes.”
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