#Erellont

[who-needs-words]

@tolkienofcolourweek | Day 3: Friendships | The crew of the Vingilótë | Headcannon

“...and they were three mariners who had sailed all the seas besides him [Eärendil]: Falathar, Erellont, and Aerandir were their names. And Eärendil said to them: 'Here none but myself shall set foot, lest you fall under the wrath of the Valar. But that peril I will take on myself alone, for the sake of the Two Kindreds.”

-The Silmarillion, J. R. R. Tolkien

The crew of the Vingilótë are:

Falathar, a young Noldor refuge from Nargothrond.

Erellont of the Avari, son of Nurwë their leader.

Aerandir of Doriath, daughter of Daeron the minstrel and kin to Thingol Elu.

[ID: a character edit for the crew of the Vingilótë from the Silmarillion. The background is a brown-scale image of a historical ship crashing into a wave. Over laid are 3 paint splash shaped images.

The first image in the upper left corner and shows a south Asian women in purple-blue and gold clothes with jewelry laying next to the ocean. Only her head and upper chest are visible. Next to the image is a light purple text box that reads “Falathar”.

The second image is middle on the right. It shows 3/4th of a black man’s face against a tan background. He is wearing a blue turban. Next to the image is a blue text box that reads “Erellont”.

The third image in the lower left corner and shows an Asian women in blue and green clothes again a wooden background. He is holding a metal pole. Her lower face and chest are visible. Next to the image is a teal text box that reads “Aerandir”. /End ID]

[swanmaids]

in the bleak midwinter

written for the @yearoftheotpevent challenge for the prompt “snow”. contains mentions of canonical cruelty to children.

Elwing always has more nightmares in winter. Eärendil, now twenty-three, has shared her bed since he was eighteen, and he knows the pattern well. When the days shorten and the temperature falls, Elwing will twist and cry in her sleep almost every other night, unlike in summer, when it is only once a week. But then, when the heat bears down on the Havens, Eärendil dreams of flames.

Tonight, the night is long and cold, and Elwing is dreaming again.

Beneath their three coverlets, she tosses and turns and lets out little whimpers, and Eärendil, as always, wakes. He wraps himself around her body- a little awkwardly when she is all long limbs, and he is so very short and stocky in comparison, but he manages- and holds her tightly with one arm to stop her thrashing, and strokes her hair with the other. She murmurs, and twists in his arms to face him, and he knows she is back.

Elwing’s eyes are huge and wet. “I dreamt-” she says, “I dreamt-”

She doesn’t really need to say anything else. In the frigid winter night, in their wooden boathouse by the water, Eärendil can guess. Little boys dragged into the red forest, shaking in the cold, blinded by the snow. Lost. Unbidden, he remembers his mother, missing her legs, and his grandfather, with only three fingers on his left hand. The snow is a cruel beast, and a hungry one. He hugs her tighter.

“I’m here,” he says, “I love you.” She sniffles, and buries her head into the crook of his neck.

When her breathing evens out and she manages a watery smile, Eärendil disentangles himself and reluctantly pulls himself out of the bed. He narrowly avoids skidding across the floorboards in his socks to get to the kitchen, but he makes it there without injury to brew them each a steaming mug of tea.

Elwing is sat up in bed when he brings it to her, and she recieves it with another smile, more precious than the Silmaril. They drink together in silence, and afterwards he combs her sleep-mussed dark hair, each strand a treasure to be handled as gently as he can, and rearranges it into a single dark plait down her back. Then he moves to face her, and kisses the corner of her mouth; and she laughs, and kisses the hideous compass tattoo on his bicep that he somehow allowed Erellont to talk him into when he was seventeen.

“Thank you,” she says, “I don’t feel so cold now. And I love you too, my jewel of the world.”

She does not need to thank him. She would do the same for him; and has, when he dreams of cruel hands snatching him from his mother, and his city in flames.

She lets him tug the coverlets back over them both after that, and soon enough falls into a gentle sleep, her breath tickling his face. He sends a silent prayer to Irmo to grant her a peaceful rest for the remainder of the night.

Eärendil is not a fool. He knows that Elwing will continue to dream of swords and snow, perhaps for as long as they live - though however long that is, he does not know. But he also knows he will always be content to keep her warm and dry her tears again, and she for him, because that is what it means to love someone.

[pacificgasandelectric]

ok. LONG POST UNDER THE CUT. i have endeavored to create a list of Every Named Character In The Quenta Silmarillion. PLEASE tell me if you think i’m missing someone, that’s why i’m posting it.

included characters: Eru, Valar, Maiar, creatures that I think are probably Maiar (like Oromë’s horse), Elves, Men, Peredhil, Dwarves, Dragons and other Creatures of Morgoth with Personal Names (given that Glaurung seems sentient, and it felt wrong to include Huan but not Carcharoth, for example)

excluded characters: anyone not in the text of the Quenta Silmarillion proper (eg Andreth), anyone referred to only by a title (eg the Lord of Nogrod), any creature of Morgoth referred to only by its type (eg the werewolf that Finrod fought)

sorted mostly by order of appearance in text, with the caveat that most humans are listed in their own section and sorted by houses because that makes it easier to keep track of them

Melkor Tulkas Yavanna Aulë Varda Manwë Nessa Oromë Nienna Ilúvatar Ulmo Salmar Ossë Uinen Nahar (horse) Mandos Sauron

Ingwë Finwë Elwë Olwë Lenwë Denethor Melian Círdan

Fëanor Fingolfin Finarfin Míriel Indis Eärwen

Maedhros Maglor Celegorm Caranthir Curufin Amrod Amras

Fingon Turgon Aredhel

Finrod Orodreth Angrod Aegnor Galadriel

Rúmil Nerdanel Mahtan Elemmírë of the Vanyar

Ungoliant

Elenwë Eöl Maeglin

Daeron Arien Tilion Gothmog Thorondor

Mablung Celeborn Glaurung

Idril Amarië Gil-galad Beleg

Beren Luthien

Edrahil Huan Celebrimbor Draugluin Thuringwethil Carcharoth

Gwindor Gelmir Guilinion Guilin

Telchar - mortal Azaghâl - mortal Ecthelion Glorfindel

Saeros Mîm - mortal Khîm - mortal Ibun - mortal Finduilas Gelmir Arminas

Dior Nimloth Eluréd Elurín Elwing

Tuor Annael Aranwë Voronwë Eärendil Elrond Elros Falathar Erellont Aerandir Eönwë Ancalagon the Black

MEN Bëor Baran Bereg Boron Boromir Bregor Bregolas Barahir Baragund Belegund Morwen Rían Emeldir Lalaith Nienor Aerin

Brodda Lorgan

Radhruin Dairuin Dagnir Ragnor Gildor Gorlim Arthad Urthel Hathaldir Eilinel

Marach Malach aka Aradan Imlach Magor Amlach Hathol Hador Galdor Gloredhel Gundor Húrin Huor Túrin

Haldad Haleth Haldar Haldan Halmir Hareth Haldir Handir Dorlas Brandir Hunthor Glirhuin

Bór Borlad Borlach Borthand

Ulfang Ulfast Ulwarth Uldor

[celegormworm]

Erellont, Aerandir, Falathar, and Elwing: uh

[factorialrabbits]

For that ask game, how about Zelda (I am also basic-haha). (And if you're feeling froggy, how about Lord of the Rings/anything by Tolkien?)

Eh why not both. I'm apparently using Spirit Tracks because I'm currently playing it.

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): Zelda. Zelda is so silly, I love her. The way she moves is really cool. She's scared of rats but she's Link's hype man, and she's just so good. She's doesn't want to be here at first and she just wants her body back, but she's doing her best!

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): Link. I mean he's a toon Link how can you not baby him? He has all those expressions and smallness. Also put him and Zelda together and they just squish.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): Anjean. Sure she's just your generic old lady quest NPC but she wrangles those kids well, and has tragic angst with one of the bad guys. Plus, steam powered wheelchair things that all the guardian Lokomo have are really cool I want one. Also! She does /not/ know all of the things. She's the elderly mentor lady but she's taken off guard and needs to be taught more info and I like that.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): Teacher. I mean look at him, with his anxiety but desperate need to find and look after the princess, even putting on a bad disguise to get you to take him all over the world to try find her. He's the dad she needs but appears not to have.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): I'm not sure I have one in Spirit Tracks. Hm. Is saying I like the rabbit guy and his wife controversial? I /like/ the rabbit haven and catching bunnies. Even if I think Bunio should put a longer shirt on. Does that work? I can't really think of anyone else... If you liked Cole or somehting, but I don't. And I already used Staven for the next option...

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): Staven (Byrne for you Americans out there). He's not really a favourite, but I would like to pick him apart and examine his innards while squinting at him.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): The fortune teller I'm sorry I know she's not evil or anything I just cannot stand the fact I have to go through the stupid fortune telling thing using the mic whenever I need anything from her, and half of it is generically scammy.

Now Tolkien stuff, lets see what I can remember...

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): Elrond. I mean that's just easy. You'd think its Earendil from the rest of this list, but I absolutely promise you its Elrond.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): I was going to put him elsewhere but, no, this one has to be Earendil. I cannot really comprehend with putting anyone else here. Kid Earendil in the Fall of Gondolin drafts, the only place he gets to speak rather than just be referenced, is my little one. Even when he grows up I keep him there.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): Tuor is a fun character actually. (I... yes okay this family name is cool).

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): ... Does Celebrimbor count? Erestor? No? Okay I'm actually going to pick three people - Falathar, Erellont, and Aerandir. They get like a single line, BUT they are the dudes who sailed with Earendil and I can fit so so so many headcanons into them.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): I'm going to put Turin here not necessarily because he fits best but he's definitely winning miserable awards. Just fucked up everything whereever he went until he killed himself. Children of Hurin was the second Tolkien book I ever read, my parents mistaking me losing a free bookmark advertising it in the bathroom as a hint I wanted it for Christmas. I definitely read it too young, and it definitely leaves influences on things.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): Boromir. I mean, look at him. I don't actually want him to suffer, its just kinda funny, you know?

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): Denethor, but specifically Denethor from the PJ films. In other mediums I'll remain basic and say I'm putting Morgoth in super hell. Or Sauron. Maybe both.

I feel like thanks to fandom half my 'barely shows up' sort of faves are fan favourites anyway... Celebrimbor, Celebrian, Erestor... I see all three of them a lot. Or maybe I just linger in the right places. Also now I'm in half a mind to ramble but definitely too tired for that.

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

Same Sea (Different Forest)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/oFrJm5D

by who_needs_words

As the second age draws to an end Falathar of Nargothrond mourners the loss of her father.

2941 years later Legolas Greenleaf questions his choices and his legacy.

Words: 1638, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms, The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Falathar (Tolkien), Erellont (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf, Tauriel (Hobbit Movies), Thranduil's Wife, Ornil (Tolkien)

Relationships: Falathar (Tolkien) & Erellont (Tolkien), Thranduil/Thranduil's Wife, Thranduil’s Wife & Legolas Greenleaf, Legolas Greenleaf & Tauriel, Thranduil/Falathar (Tolkien)

Additional Tags: War of the Last Alliance, Mirkwood, Thranduil as Sir Not Appearing In This Fic, Mother-Son Relationship, Legolas misses his mom, No beta we die like High Kings of the Noldor, Fall of Nargothrond, The Avari, Avari Erellont, parental loss, Tolkien OC Week 2022, Falathar (Tolkien) & Erellont (Tolkien) Friendship

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/oFrJm5D

[alicebeckstrom]

And Eärendil said to them: 'Here none but myself shall set foot, lest you fall under the wrath of the Valar. But that peril I will take on myself alone, for the sake of the Two Kindreds.' ~ The Silmarillion, Chapter 24 (Earendil and Elwing silk scarve by breath-art, deviantART)

[silmarillionwritersguild]

June 2017 SWG Newsletter Posted!

The SWG's June 2017 Newsletter has been posted! This month we bring you an update on the survey about the new LiveJournal Terms of service, and on the import of our SWG LJ community to Dreamwidth, and we welcome three new members to SWG. If you haven’t seen it yet, have a look at our latest challenge, “The Hero's Journey Matryoshka Challenge”. Our character biography for this month is Erellont, by Oshun. As one of only three companions of Eärendil to venture into the West, Erellont receives only passing mention in The Silmarillion, but his character is open to inference and poses unanswered questions. Are you looking for something new to read? Our newsletter lists all the stories, essays, and poems added or updated on our SWG archive during the past month of May. To keep up to date with the wider fandom world, our Around the World and Web section includes recent articles of interest as well as fandom news and events. As always, our newsletter is only possible through the contributions from a team of SWG volunteers.  Join me in thanking Oshun, Elleth, Angelica, and Dawn for creating and compiling our newsletter content this month.

[heartofoshun]

Character of the Month Biography: Erellont, by Oshun. As one of only three companions of Eärendil to venture into the West, Erellont receives only passing mention in The Silmarillion, but his character is open to inference and poses unanswered questions.

[hhimring]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Erellont (Tolkien), Falathar (Tolkien), Aerandir (Tolkien) Additional Tags: First Age, Earendil's voyages, Vingilot, Drabble Sequence Summary:

The three mariners that accompanied Earendil and Elwing on their voyage to Valinor were ordered by him to stay behind on Vingilot and are bewildered by subsequent events.

[laurelsblue]

Erellont, companion of Earendil. Inspired by the If They Were Women prompt.

While the companions of Earendil’s fate may be lost to history, there was a legend in what would become Arnor that may hint at Erellont’s at least. It detailed how a woman had come out of the lands of the west where all things were possible such as birds becoming women and stars being worn on the brows of men.

[who-needs-words]

My fic for the second day of @tolkienocweek featuring my take on Thranduil’s wife.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40593126

[witegdr]

“{Axa}  Scacciata dall'Inferno, mal vista in un mondo ancora giovane, dove una donna aveva il dovere di essere sottomessa agli uomini, ed eseguire i loro ordini, Axa trovò un nome Umano, Livia e concentrò i suoi poteri per creare una dimensione diversa, dove potesse sentirsi libera, nei panni che aveva scelto di indossare. Nacque così Erellont, il Regno dei Sogno, in cui Livia raccolse i Sogni che si rifiutavano di morire alle prime luci del giorno, scintille di creatività e di vita.”

[echoofthemusic]

I’ve finally figured out the general backgrounds of Eärendil’s mariner friends, in a hilariously lazy way: I basically inserted them by association into my wise-women in Sirion story in progress where I’m developing two main OCs who I’m trying to name, in a sapphic snuggle that I’m trying to create a tag for, and I was just like, hmm, these girls probably need siblings, well there you go, Erellont and Aerandir…so now their names can be Erel— and Aer—. I’m also thinking about the sad fate of the Haladin at the end of First Age and how their language seems to be lost and what happened to the few who remain and I was like hmm, what if the Falathrim raised a Haladin orphan like the Mithrim raised Tuor, well there you go Falathar…that’s how you got your name.

[undercat-overdog]

celebrian + avian in-law snippet??!!

Thank you for the ask! <3 I'm not terribly happy with this snippet (it was written three years ago and I think I'd change a fair bit), but it's more than two lines. The comparison between the Silmaril and Vilya comes from this fic by consumptive_sphinx on ao3 (very recommended).

~

“The Silmaril was life to the Haven, and hope to the world, and a bribe to the Valar. It kept our people safe, our sailors, my husband.” There was a fierce light in Elwing's eyes. “The Silmaril was not theirs to take. It was mine, won by Lúthien, passed down from my slaughtered father, the only hope of a future for Beleriand. I could never give it to them. The Sons of Feanor were my Morgoth."

(Celebrían remembered sitting one night with Elrond. There had been a dark mood upon him, for Imladris had just learned of Angmar's annexation of Rhudaur. “I have two sons,” he had said, “made in my image, in the image of my brother, the image of my mother. I love them with all my heart. I would die for them. Yet I would not yield Vilya to enemies, not even for them.”)

“Mother of my heart's heart…” Celebrían began.

“I know the fault is not mine,” said Elwing gently. “And Celebrían, no fault lies with you.”

“It is not, I know. And yet the heart may feel differently. Elwing… if your heart does trouble you, know that above all Elrond understands, knows. Not in the sense of ‘I know why she made that decision,’ but he too has a Work of Power – more power in its being than the Silmarils, I think; I have never heard tales of those doing anything but vague blessings. But what he wears was not created for beauty in and of itself (though it is very fair indeed); it was created to heal the world and it acts upon the world. It was made to heal and to welcome, but it has too the power to call down winds, to raise calm rivers to raging floods, to hold at bay those which would do its wielder harm. In the hands of the Enemy it would do great damage.

“Though thinking more, the Silmarils truly did have a power greater than anything, for the gods themselves will raise continents for them. Elrond could not call forth the armies of Valinor with his Ring. We move now on a smaller board – our Enemy is a Maia, not a Vala – yet the consequences for those who make Middle-Earth their home are no less great. Greater perhaps, for the West has no more aid to give. You know, Elrond told me once that he would not give it to our Enemy for anything, no matter what was done to coerce him. He doesn’t just understand you: he knows.”

“Oh my son!” cried Elwing, “that he too should have such a burden laid upon him.”

Celebrían was not sure that Vilya was in all ways a burden. Perilous, yes, but it had always seemed to her, who herself had worn both it and other, lesser rings at times, that it gave back what it took and more; Elrond at any rate had never been stricken by sea-longing or weariness, and she trusted that it would give him comfort in his grief. He was mighty, and even without it would not have sailed with her, not when the coming conflict was yet ahead. It was Nenya that seemed to have the greatest effect upon its wielder, though perhaps that had more to do with the bearer than the Ring itself.

(But then, Vilya and Nenya both were also very pretty, and Celebrían was partial to pretty things; perhaps she was over-kind in her judgment.)

“Well, there’s only one rogue Maia who seeks for it, and Elrond is very good at keep his secrets; his ring helps him, too. You had to fear the Feanorians and Morgoth both, and what did you have as a guard?”

Elwing said, “What other choice could we have made, Earendil and me? We feared our sons dead, when I came upon Vingilot; even if we found them, what future could we give them? Death or captivity in the hands of Bauglir? And in truth, I do not think the currents of the dread sea would have carried us back east: it was not merely the skills of Earendil, and Falathar, Erellont, and Aerandir that brought us west. The winds were always blowing, even in areas that ought to have been becalmed; the current carried us. Mind, we did have some strange encounters, with creatures of the deep, or islands of mist and magic, and it took us several full turns of the sun to come to this land.”

“Oh how interesting!" said Celebrían. "If it doesn’t trouble you, I would very much like to hear of your adventures! But no, Elrond is wise and strong both, and he knows his own mind, and his heart tells him that what he bears shall be of help till the day when all is decided, for good or for ill. He pities you only that you found yourself in such a time; pity him for that, if you must pity him at all.”

[factorialrabbits]

The Mariners Four

Three men and a half-elf in the days when they were young and the idea of journeying West was still just a fool’s dream.

In the Silmarillion, Eärendil’s fellow mariners are given names but nothing else - not even a species. I tend towards making them mortal men, and have assigned them houses for sake of drawing. From left to right: Aerandir of the Haladin, Eärendil of Sirion, Falathar of Hador, and Erellont of Bëor.

Also Eärendil is small. And always small. Blame the Lost Tales.