#⟡ ( headcanons. fëanor. )

[thetiredprometheus]

Fëanor: Greetings, my beloved sons. And greetings to you, foul brood of my unloved brothers.

Finrod, currently playing songs with Maglor: Hello!

Fingon, lounging on the couch: hey

Aredhel, raiding the pantry: 'sup

[inthehouseoffinwe]

Y’know how sometimes historians can be really petty.

What if Fëanor’s out and about happily doing his own thing, but refused Pengolodh’s requests for an interview. So he wrote that Fëanor’s still in the Halls just to Be Like That.

[sunnyshinesunshine]

Instead of Elrond looking like some vague Finwëan-Sindar combo

Elrond looks a little different to everyone that sees him

His face doesn’t change. He is still very much Elrond Peredhel, but his features will always remind whoever sees him of some form of a regret.

He supposes it is a combination of being a healer and the descendent of Maia but he tries not to dwell too hard on it.

(It is very uncomfortable to be the image of the deepest wounds of another’s heart)

Nonetheless, it is difficult to heal one’s own soul without facing the reasons for its damage.

Elros Tar-Minyatur was the only one to ever look at Elrond and see only Elrond.

If this was because his blood matched Elrond’s, or because Elrond was Elros’ deepest regret, Elrond doesn’t particularly want to know

Maedhros, utterly predictably, saw Fingon, and in doing so, found both comfort and misery.

Occasionally he would see in Elrond the ghosts of all his brothers, and he would again face the knowledge that he was not able to save them from their doom and the dark void.

Maglor sees Maedhros, and feels regret, not for the violence or the death, but for days in far off Valinor, under the light of the Trees. Days of running off with friends, to sing, to compose, to preform for adoring fans, to do anything but stay at home and help Maitimo take care of their small army of younger siblings.

(Maybe then the title of eldest brother would weigh less heavy on Mae’s shoulders. Maybe then the responsibility of care for them all would not have driven him so far, and to such a bitter end.)

If Glorfindel is to be asked, he’d tell you Elrond appears to him as the spitting image of Turgon

If you are Erestor, you know Glorfindel mostly sees Maeglin, Maeglin young and quiet, Maeglin older and scared, but sometimes also Aredhel, defiant and ready to disappear into the woods without a sound

Elwing once looked upon her son and saw naught but the visage of her little brothers

Galadriel sees Finrod, as does Celebrimbor, for very different reasons, but mostly because they share the same kind of kindness, and there is little that marks a person better than that

In quieter moments Galadriel will glimpse what her husband sees, Lúthien, as she was after Beren died, solemn, trapped, and entombed in misery.

During Bilbo’s final years, he can’t quite remember what he first thought upon looking on Elrond’s face (he’s sure it’s written down somewhere) but in those last days, he sometimes sees Frodo, wary and so very afraid. But mostly Elrond resembles Thorin and that is something Bilbo shall never set to paper

(Someday, in a time far beyond the counting of years, Fëanor will find himself staring at the face of his grandchild and seeing the eyes of Míriel Þerindë above the features Indis and will have a very small, very quiet meltdown.

[havenotwillnotreadthebooks]

Okay but consider; The Sons of Elrond reminding people of the Sons of Feanor.

Like, in Middle-Earth (ME) it wasn’t a big deal that E&E followed their dad around because it was just accepted as Harmless Peredhel Oddness.

But in Valinor, all these relatives keep visiting The House of Elrond because he’s the baby of every Finwion branch in existence. So these Finweans come around and just see Elrond’s sons somewhat hovering around him or staying in the general vicinity. Furthermore, Elrond isn’t just their dad, he’s also their lord-father and to Elrohir & Elladan, Elrond’s authority is above all else. Anyone, else.

Elrond casually tells his sons to do something simple and they do it without protest because it’s just getting a teapot or something, they may whine or groan like elflings for fun, but they get the teapot without question. That’s just how that relationship is. When the twins protest it’s loud and rare, and usually they just wanna follow their family members around (Arwen, Estel, Elrond, Celebrian).

But it’s just Elrond and Celebrian in Valinor, with Glorfindal, Lindir, and Erestor settling their own business elsewhere for a bit.

So these Finweans just see The Sons of Elrond (which they are canonically called) following their father around loyally, and mostly down to do anything for him (they swore an oath against all orcs for their mom, c’mon), and these Finweans start getting flashbacks to the Sons of Feanor in their youth.

The average Middle-Earth elf just sees the very close Peredhel Fam being a close family. The average Valinorean elf looks at the twins following Elrond around like ducklings and starts seeing ghosts.

It’s worse if Elrond is Feanorian, but even without that headcanon, it’s an uncanny likeness and it disturbs the Finweans that visit The House of Elrond.

(Celebrian, personally, thinks it’s funny).

[veryseriouspenguin]

So there was this Incorrect Silmarillion quotes post that I cannot find right now, where Fingon asks “So who is in charge here?” And one of the Fëanorians answers “Well, usually it’s whoever yells the loudest.” And I know it implies that the Sons of Fëanor live in absolute anarchy, but consider this. One of the Fëanarioni was not only famous, but literally named for yelling the loudest. And that very name of his also means “Commander”. 

[mahtariel-of-himring]

In the early ages of Valinor there was a festival celebrated by the Noldor. It was very secretive and secluded ceremony so that not many outsiders knew a lot about it.

It was called the starlight festival, a ceremony in celebration of their first guides. The stars.

The first elves were born underneath starlight and lived under it for many years, the stars were their guiding light for long, before they came to Valinor.

The tradition was started by Queen Míriel, who loved the stars most of all her people, for her own hair shone like them and made her feel a special connection to the lights in the night sky.

Traditionally the Noldor wore pure white gowns with detailed silver embroidery which where very light and easy to move in to make it easier to the dance.

The embroidery was personalized for every single elf, making every piece uniquely fitted and decorated to represent said elf.

It showed whatever represented them most and was often connected to their craft.

A mariner or fisher would wear some type of waves, a weaver string and needle, a smith, depending on his specialty, gems, jewelry or whatnot. Those who took to other physical labor would often wear their tools, modeled after the real thing.

Additional to the white robes a flower crown made of pure white flowers was worn atop the head or, if someone wished, braided into the hair.

The flowers used to make them were unique and shone like the light of the stars themselves. Of great beauty and with soft, silky petals. They came in all sizes so it wasn’t uncommon for someone to have dainty small ones and another large ones that came down into their face.

The festival happened under the first clear night of the year, all light would be put out so the stars could be seen particularly well and the Noldor would dance beneath the sky that first welcomed them into the world.

After Queen Míriel died the tradition was largely abandoned due to King Finwë being unable to handle the grief of being reminded of his late wife.

Years later during Fëanor‘s exile to Formenos he brought the starlight festival back to life, teaching his son‘s and wife the traditional dances, helping them design their robes and make their flower crowns.

After the flight of the Noldor the tradition was lost a second time. Thought the son‘s of Fëanor carried on with it the war made it as good as impossible.

As battle and bloodshed slowly took over Beleriand they took to making flower crowns out of paper if they could or had the time for it, if not they simply thought of it, remembering the peace and quiet of the near sacred night their people used to celebrate and longed for the flowing robes and soft crowns.

When Elrond and Elros were kidnapped from Sirion Maedhros made an effort of making sure they knew of this tradition, in fear that if Maglor and he died no one would remember it any longer, and their grandmother’s legacy would fade.

After Maedhros died and Maglor disappeared the world seemed to have forgotten about the starlight festival, the great joy of Queen Míriel of the Noldor, who‘s hair shone like the light of the sky and who loved the nightly glow above all others.

But if you visited Lindon in the second age, and were around at the right time, looking out your window at the correct moment, you might saw a figure, dancing on the rooftops of the elves city, dressed in white, with flowers atop their head and gaze turned towards the stars.

[camille-lachenille]

So, I had an hysterically funny 1am though a few nights ago and have been rotating it since.

What if Fëanor and Nerdanel, known for having the greatest number of children amongst the Eldar, were actually both asexual/acespec?

The are disgustingly in love but not really interested in sex, but they are all for Science and ExperimentsTM, and they really, really want children, so they decide to conduct a lengthy and extremely thorough experiment about Why People Want To Have Sex. They pause while doing the do to take notes, they are complete nerds about it, they try new stuff and wonder "what if?" before doing bedroom activities yet unknown to elves.

They have seven children and end up publishing anonymously an incredibly scandalous book about sex life. It's a blast.

And the Ambarussa are the result of Nerdanel and Fëanor trying to find out a method to have children without having sex, and it worked a little too well, so they decided to stop. And also, their experiment was completed and they had A Lot of kids and they didn't see the point of keeping having sex since they didn't want more children.

[jolidei]

Of Fëanorians and their colors.

When Maedhros ceded the crown to Fingolfin, the Noldor organized a celebration in the name of the new king, with this Maitamo established/ordered that they would not wear the red color of the house of Fëanor and instead they would wear other tones.

Maedhros wore both blue and silver belonging to the house of Fingolfin.

Maglor on the other hand wore a soft lavender accompanied by a luminous light blue.

Celegorm wore greens and browns from the hunt of Oromë, the only other lord he answered to after his father.

Caranthir surprisingly wore white with gold embroidery, using the colors of Miriel.

Amrod and Amras wore grays and olive, as they saw them in Nerdanel, deciding to adopt them as their colors.

However, in the middle of the king's speech, Curufin entered the hall wearing his father's red and black, with a golden crown decorated by the eight-pointed star in his hair, accompanied by a cloak of the same color as his tunic. The Fëanorian factions stood up to receive Curufin as well as Celegorm who supported his younger brother.

Meanwhile on the other side of the hall Daeron approached Mablung and asked if he knew what color the Fëanorians wore when they called their standard bearers to war to which the captain smilingly replied "red".

[mamwieleimion]

Ever since I learned about him, I have always thought about Feanor as someone mad with grief.

I know some see him as irredeemable monster. And maybe he is. Maybe it’s impossible in Arda Marred, but who can say what’s to happen in Arda Remade?

However, I see one reason why Feanor would, once he truly healed and found himself again, bend the hypothetical knee and be reembodied before the end of the world.

The reason, you ask? His children. His family.

Maybe I’m being delusional (I wouldn’t count it out, it’s 11 PM here and I’m running on five or so hours of sleep), but that’s fandom to you right? We all lie to ourselves. Anyways.

I always envisioned Feanor as a caring if not ideal father. I am sure he made mistakes even before the Silmarils. But, he was good enough for his sons. He was good enough for Nerdanel. And that counts as something.

And so, with such vision in mind, I believe in a scenario where, somehow, somewhen Feanor changes for the better for his children. I do not particularly care right now how (maybe do a repost later about that).

So, I see a reembodied Feanor as one who, absolutely, mastered his pride, I love him but he would only hurt others if he came out without that figured out.

A Feanor who has a grip on his pride, is finally uninterested in the crown because he realised that it’s more trouble than it’s worth.

A Feanor who finally dealt with his grief over his mother. His grief over his father. Finally learned how to healthily deal with his emotions.

And I can see that Feanor living with other reembodied elves, regardless of who they supported.

Now, keep in mind that I spend hours reading fic’s in such a topic, so if something below sounds familiar, you can tag the fic or smth.

I imagine Feanor coming back, having realised that his hatred of Fingolfin was because of his insecurity about his fathers love. I can imagine they mending their relationship (and maybe it will never be as strong as it should have been, or maybe it will be stronger because of what they went through along the way, and it will be hard work, but I can see them making up)

I envision Feanor coming back to Nerdanel and being the ner she married but more mature. I see the screaming match and the tears, maybe some smashed statues or plates. But I also imagine them making up, I imagine Feanor bringing Nerdanel flowers or some trinkets, then spending together their inspiration blocks.

I can see Feanor meeting his sons again. I don’t know if it’s in Mandos or maybe it’s after they all reembodied. I think they would have the hardest time forgiving him, because he is the reason the Oath almost destroyed them. He caused much of their pain but also much of their joy. They struggle to see their beloved dad within the Mad King that lead them at the end.

I once heard someone say, the good you did doesn’t erase the evil you have brought. But neither does the evil erase the good you left behind. And I think that’s what describes Feanor’s situation best. His son’s too, but that a different bag of snakes that it’s too late for. (I am falling asleep as I write this. I almost nodded off like three times already)

[thetiredprometheus]

what the sons of fëanor wear to sleep

Maedhros: full set of armour

Maglor: long white flowy night-gown. Good for dramatically staring out of the window into the dark night

Celegorm: sleeps in the nude. Has traumatised his brothers multiple times

Caranthir: actual normal sleepwear. Has a dagger under his pillow tho

Curufin: whatever he's wearing before he fell asleep. More often than not forge-wear

Ambarussa: t-shirts and matching booty-shorts. Amrod's say "crispy" and Amras' say "raw". They think they're hilarious.

[inthehouseoffinwe]

Thingol, Luthien, and Dior’s claim to the silmaril bugs the living daylights outta me and I’m gonna break down why. This goes a bit beyond ownership laws.

Starting with basics. What are the silmarils? Gems created by Fëanor that hold the light of the Two Trees. Who in Beleriand saw the light of the trees and no doubt misses it like a limb? Are here in part to avenge their destruction? The Noldor.

The Sindar never went to Valinor. They might find the gems beautiful but that’s it. There’s no cultural or emotional connection to them beyond ‘pretty stone, look how awesome our princess was.’ There’s no appreciation for what they hold. No understanding that this stone is one of the *last* things that holds the ancient light of the Trees.

The Noldor meanwhile not only saw the Light, they had entire festivals surrounding it. Grew their entire culture, their lives, under and around it. Now the trees are destroyed, their king killed defending these jewels. And this last beacon of hope, a piece of the home they can never return to, a piece of light that will never come back, is being kept by people who can’t even begin to understand the significance of what they keep.

Now imagine being the sons of the one who made this jewel from a culture of people who value craft above all else.

Not only is it light, it’s the result of years of toil and experimentation of your father, the one who managed to do what no one had ever even thought of. Fëanor’s sons would have been the first to see these jewels, probably saw him make prototypes, work equations whilst they worked on their own crafts. Provided what relief they could to his ever working mind and inadvertently gave him ideas that helped solve problems he encountered along the way. Suddenly it’s not only a key part of their culture, it’s something core to their family.

Then Fëanor is killed and in many ways it’s the most important thing they have left of their father. Now it’s a source of memory too, for someone doomed to the Halls for eternity. Who they’ll likely never see again unless they’re killed.

Now from what I’ve heard, Tolkien says the Fëanorions lost their right to the Silmarils when they killed for them. Which makes no sense considering the Silmarils were *created* by Fëanor. Yes the light was created by the Valar, but what, you’re gonna say ‘I created electricity so that lightbulb you made is actually mine.’ That’s not how it works. Fëanor made the casing for the stones and figured out how to hold the light, without aid from the Valar. It doesn’t matter what actions they take, the right to the Silmarils remain theirs and theirs alone. The jewels hold no power of their own, they’re literally objects. Healing objects at most. Morals do not dictate their ownership, hallowed or not.

Tolkien going on to say the right of Doriath’s Silmaril actually goes to Beren and Luthien for taking it from Morgoth gives me frankly coloniser vibes.

‘Oh this thing I stole was originally stolen from you? Too bad. I took it so it’s mine now. Don’t care how important it is to you, your entire culture, and your people.’

Get where I’m coming from?

All in all the whole situation gives me Bad Vibes and I really don’t like the attitude the Sindar have to the Silmaril. In terms of Elwing, I can partly forgive her purely based on trauma response. Fine. Doesn’t make it right, but I understand. But that never would’ve been a problem if her father, grandmother, or great grandfather had the sense to acknowledge the silmaril was never theirs to keep. Don’t like the Fëanorions, (too bad) at least give it back to the Noldor.

[beatles4ever65]

Just wanted to give all the Silm fans some bittersweet feels from my Maglor save file on Stardew Valley - all six brothers plus Fëanor at Grandpa's Shrine.

[havenotwillnotreadthebooks]

A sequel to my post about Just A Guy Gil-Galad.

Consider; Gil-Galad meeting the Sons of Feanor in Valinor, but he has no reaction to them at all because he’s been hearing ridiculous stories about the SoF from Elrond and Celebrimbor since forever.

Like,

Curufin, stone-faced while meeting his son’s blue-clad friend: Greetings, boy.

Gil-Galad, fresh outta fucks: You.-

Curufin, ready to be yelled at: -_-

Gil-Galad, completely serious: You’re the reason Celebrimbor didn’t know how taxes work!

*Flashback to Celebrimbor just sending A Lot of gems to Gil-Galad during tax season and calling it done*

Gil-Galad meeting the rest of the Sons of Feanor goes similarly.

[nerdy-catfish]

Given the Þerindë precedent, I wonder how Fëanor felt about Sindarin, a language where you regularly change the pronunciation of the first letter of your name as a grammatical feature (Perhael = Samwise, a Pherhael = to Samwise)

[chaos-of-the-abyss]

i have to laugh about people complaining about how Bigoted and Disrespectful thingol is to the noldor as if he doesn't:

remain friends with finrod and tell him the location of nargothrond, which finrod goes on to be the king of - meaning thingol is fine with there being a noldorin elven ruler in beleriand

outright state that he will not cut ties with fingolfin and his followers, who do participate in the slaughter of his brother's people, merely because he sees that they've atoned for their actions

host galadriel in doriath and make no objection to her wedding with celeborn, his own grand-nephew - meaning he is also fine with noldor staying in his court and marrying into his own family

the only noldor whom he openly dismisses and dislikes are the fëanorians, who participated in the aforementioned slaughter of his brother's people, insult him, and refuse to acknowledge him as a king despite him having maintained his kingdom in beleriand since before they were born and certainly long before they came there. but that's just it isn't it. fandom can't handle someone in-universe disdaining their precious innocent war criminals and that's why everything bad that happens in the first age is thingol's fault. or the fault of his grandson for not giving the silmaril that his parents nearly died to obtain to the people who disrespected his grandfather and tried to rape his mother. or the fault of his great-granddaughter for not giving the silmaril to the people that sacked her home, killed her entire family including her brothers who were children, and made her a refugee as a toddler. it is definitely not the fault of the people who decided to do all the ambushing and attacking, no absolutely not. that's nonsense, they're just victims of tyrannical close-minded racist elu thingol and his equally entitled descendants :DDD

[camille-lachenille]

I'm rotating Míriel and Fëanor and I had A Thought: what if Fëanor was an extreme premature child? The healers told Míriel he wouldn't live a week and she'd better mourn that child and try again later. But Míriel said no way. And so, to keep her son alive, she poured all she could of her fëa into their bond so that her baby boy would live. And to everyone's surprise but hers, the baby lived, and not only that but grew strong and healthy beyond any expectation for a child born so early.

Finwë wasn't so on board with Míriel's idea but he helped her as much as he could, giving all the strength he could spare to his beloved wife so she could keep their son alive and healthy.

But Míriel was a fiery spirit, and gave too much to her son, burned her own flame entirely so that her son's fëa would be strong, stronger even, than hers. And when the child grew old and healthy enough not to need his fëa as nurtured as before, Míriel collapsed. She named her little boy Fëanáro for the brightness if his fëa and slowly let herself fade away like dying embers. Finwë tried to help her through their bond, to rekindle her fëa, but it wasn't nearly enough and she made him promise to keep his strength for their son, to be a good and loving father and honour her sacrifice by living a happy life.

And we can spice things up by giving Fëanor even more misplaced guilt about Míriel's death. He'd feel so extremely that he put his mother in front of an impossible choice and forced her to give up her life for him. And he doesn't know about the promise Finwë made to Míriel so he resents his father for a while after his remarriage because he feels even more like he's forgetting Míriel's sacrifice.

Míriel will give him A Scolding when she meets him in the Halls