#son of Manwë

[aicarosse]

[quixoticanarchy]

also it’s sort of funny how Manwë sends a messenger to be like “hey do NOT go into exile that will be BAD and end BADLY. oh except fëanor you’re exiled anyway bc of the oath. but yeah it’ll still end badly” like what did you expect him to do. obviously not mass murder, which fair, I also wouldn’t expect that per se, but “something rash bc he’s pretty short on options” should’ve been.. foreseeable? I know it’s said Manwë cannot understand evil but it seems he also cannot understand like. a cornered animal

[the-red-butterfly]

Hope To Not Burn Out Again

Fëanor & Manwë (Tolkien)

My first TRSB piece of 2024! (@tolkienrsb) ✨ Slide #7

The premise: After Fëanor reembodies he struggles to control his fiery temperament and soul. Manwë helps him.

It's my first year where one of my pieces does NOT include Thranduil in it 😂 Instead I end up drawing one of my least favourite characters?? Which don't get me wrong, I have always wanted to explore Fëanor in a more forgiving setting, so this was a wonderful exercise on something different from me. Maybe it's not him that I dislike but the more rabid side of his fanbase.

I just have one thing left to say... crowds are so hard goodness gracious.

SOON. A STORY BY @chrissystriped I've already had a peek and it's GOOD 😌

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Open for Commissions

Close ups under the cut!

[edensrose]

Eden x Manwë+ a little boy who has her hair color and Manwë soft white skin, pale eyes, a pretty face and soft wings.

AWWWW 🥺

A little boy with black hair who looks like manwë awww I'm —

Wait,

That sounds like my oc

Who is also the son of Manwë XKZKXKZKX IM ONLY JUST REALISING XKXKXK

[curufiin]

Okay i am pissed enough about this:

MIRIEL WANTS TO BE LEFT THE FUCK ALONE IN MANDOS.

edit: read my bloody reblogs and comments before you make an opinion bc i am not repeating “how is any of this Indis’ fault actually” again

NOTHING Finwë could’ve said and done would’ve changed her mind. and to people who say “he should’ve waited for her”, HE FUCKING DID.

But in the bearing of her son Míriel was consumed in spirit and body; and after his birth she yearned for release from the labour of living. (all of the following are from Of Fëanor and the Unchaining of Melkor)

Then Finwë was grieved, for the Noldor were in the youth of their days, and he desired to bring forth many children into the bliss of Aman; and he said: ‘Surely there is healing in Aman? Here all weariness can find rest.’

Manwë delivered her to the care of Irmo in Lórien. At their parting (for a little while as he thought) Finwë was sad, for it seemed an unhappy chance that the mother should depart and miss the beginning at least of the childhood days of her son.

The maidens of Estë tended the body of Míriel, and it remained unwithered; but she did not return. Then Finwë lived in sorrow; and he went often to the gardens of Lórien, and sitting beneath the silver willows beside the body of his wife he called her by her names. But it was unavailing; and alone in all the Blessed Realm he was deprived of joy. After a while he went to Lórien no more.

Now it came to pass that Finwë took as his second wife Indis the Fair. She was a Vanya, close kin of Ingwë the High King, golden-haired and tall, and in all ways unlike Míriel. Finwë loved her greatly, and was glad again. But the shadow of Míriel did not depart from the house of Finwë, nor from his heart.

But the children of Indis were great and glorious, and their children also; and if they had not lived the history of the Eldar would have been diminished.

From Peoples of Middle Earth:

points that may explain the conduct of Feanor are here recalled. Miriel's death was of free will: she forsook her body and her fea went to the Halls of Waiting, while her body lay as if asleep in a garden. She said that she was weary in body and spirit and desired peace.

Her weariness she had endured until he was full grown, but she could endure it no longer. (If you want to come at me with some drafts quote bs, right back at you. Here she raised Feanor to adulthood.)

But Miriel was reluctant, and to all the pleas of her husband and her kin that were reported to her, and to the solemn counsels of the Valar, she would say no more than 'not yet'. Each time that she was approached she became more fixed in her determination, until at last she would listen no more, saying only: 'I desire peace. Leave me in peace here! I will not return. That is my will.'

When it became clear at last that Miriel would never of her own will return to life in the body within any span of time that could give him hope, Finwe's sorrow became embittered.

It was judged that Finwe's bereavement was unjust, and by persisting in her refusal to return Miriel had forfeited all rights that she had in the case; for either she was now capable of accepting the healing of her body by the Valar, or else her fea was mortally sick and beyond their power, and she was indeed 'dead', no longer capable of becoming again a living member of the kindred of the Eldar.

Death by free will, such as Miriel's, was beyond his thought. Death by violence he thought impossible in Aman; though as is recorded in The Silmarillion this proved otherwise.

From Morgoth’s ring:

But since it is not to be thought that the living shall, by his or her will alone, confine the spirit of the other to Mandos, this disunion shall come to pass only by the consent of both. And after the giving of the consent ten years of the Valar shall pass ere Mandos confirms it. Within that time either party may revoke this consent; but when Mandos has confirmed it, and the living spouse has wedded another, it shall be irrevocable until the end of Arda. This is the doom of Namo in this matter.'

It is said that Miriel answered Mandos saying: 'I came hither to escape from the body, and I do not desire ever to return to it'; and after ten years the doom of disunion was spoken.

It is said that Miriel answered Mandos, saying: 'I came hither to escape from the body, and I do not desire ever to return to it. My life is gone out into Feanaro, my son. This gift I have given to him whom I loved, and I can give no more. Beyond Arda this may be healed, but not within it.'

Then Mandos adjudged her innocent, deeming that she had died under a necessity too great for her to withstand. Therefore her choice was permitted, and she was left in peace.

Ulmo actually says that had Finwë waited longer, Miriel mightve returned, to which Vairë literally immediately responds with

'Nay!' said Vaire suddenly. 'The fea of Miriel is with me. I know it well, for it is small. But it is strong; proud and obdurate. It is of that sort who having said: this I will do, make their words a doom irrevocable unto themselves. She will not return to life, or to Finwe, even if he waiteth until the ageing of the world. Of this he is aware, I deem, as his words show. For he did not found his claim on his desire for children only, but he said to the King: my heart warns me that Miriel will not return while Arda lasts…

I can’t be bothered to find more but seriously. This isn’t even about Finwë or Míriel or Indis anymore, is it. This is about all of you demonizing and chastising a woman for daring not to be the perfect mother, blaming another person’s FREE DECISION on her, and then turning around and getting defensive when people call you misogynist.

And the way you guys talk about Míriel too borders on involuntary confinement as well. Míriel was absolutely miserable on Arda, and she found peace again in death (which cannot be compared to human death because we cease to exist when we commit suicide. Elves do not. So elven death is more akin to returning to some faraway home where you are still existing in the world than poof, gone.), but you guys seem to so want her to be forced to stay in a place that she hates because… oh no! Her child would be affected! That’s fucking ridiculous. Míriel should be allowed to choose what she believes is best for her, and y’all need to stop blaming it on Indis or Finwë because this is not the moral high ground you think it is.

Stop demonizing women in media because they dare do something that your favorite blorbo dislikes. You are part of the problem.

[quinthejester]

Eönwë Week - Son of Manwë

Wanted to draw out a design for Eönwë so here it is! I will probably colour soon.

@eonweweek

[elerrinacrownedwithstars]

The idea that only Ulmo or Nienna care about Middle-earth and do anything to help Eruhini is a strange misconception because Tolkien pretty clearly shows that at least Manwë is watching very closely what's going on and sometimes even interferes? It's just that the Valar mostly seem to work through the elements they represent, which if you think about it is pretty neat.

Like there are various instances where the wind acts up suddenly, causing storms or rising in just the right moment (as in ROTK, clearing the air for the Rohirrim and speeding Aragorn's journey as he sails for Minas Tirith)

And even more obviously, the Eagles. Tolkien specifically says that the Eagles are Manwë's advocates in Middle-earth, providing miraculous aid when all else fails. Without the Eagles, Beren and Lúthien's quest would have failed and Huor would not have got to Gondolin (which then would have prevented Eärendil's success or even meant he was never born). They give crucial aid to Gandalf more than once. The Eagles also help Fingon to save Maedhros, because Manwë "would not wholly abandon the Noldor". Tolkien recognises that the Eagles are "deus ex machina", and in this case, the meaning is quite literal.

Then there are the Istari, envoys of the Valar: while there is proof of only Gandalf's success, even just the efforts of one of the Wizards was enough to bring down Sauron.

As for Ulmo, you could argue that he is responsible for the whole Eärendil and Elwing arc - and that it was a job between him and Manwë. It's Manwë's Eagles that bring Huor to Gondolin, and Ulmo later sends Huor's son Tuor into the hidden city. Tuor and Eärendil both get sea-longing in their hearts. During the flight of the survivors of Gondolin, Eagles are again present and bring up the body of Glorfindel, making you wonder whether they would have interfered more in the Balrog fight if Glorfindel had not stepped up to protect the refugees - and Eärendil, the fated saviour of Middle-earth. Also, Ulmo rescues Elwing when she casts herself into the sea, turning her into a bird so that she can fly to find Eärendil. Water and air and birds keep showing up in the stories of Eärendil and Elwing and if that's not proof of Manwë and Ulmo's plotting, I don't know what is. I mean, it's even said in the first pages of the Silmarillion that they are fast friends and closely allied from the beginning! Eärendil becoming a star also in a weird way even combines the elements of Ulmo, Manwë, and Varda: bearing the Silmaril, Eärendil sails an immortal ship in the sea of heaven and stars, forever as a sign of hope to the Children of Ilúvatar.

What about the other Valar? If we keep in mind that they chiefly work through the elements they represent, their abilities to interfere are limited (and this is a self-imposed limitation clearly). Yavanna's creation of the Ents proves to be a pretty great one in The Two Towers, although you can argue to what degree she is influencing the events. More obviously In Shelob's lair, Sam calls for Varda, and the light of the phial of Galadriel comes alive in his hand and smites the great spider, helping Sam to defeat the monster. Also, during Sam and Frodo's desperate march through the hellscape that is Mordor, Sam yearns for a little bit of light and water to hearten him - and lo and behold, he gets these exact things as if Varda and Ulmo personally delivered.

In other words, the Valar are a lot more active in Middle-earth than they get credit for, and they work in subtle and indirect ways because only then can they make sure they don't accidentally kill a lot of the Children.

[middle-earth-press]

Breaking: High King Fëanàro Slain

The one lawful son of the late Finwë was ambushed by úmaiar. Lord - soon to be King - Maedhros urges mourning nation to remain calm.

Mithrim Temporary Dispatch

Breaking: High King Nelyafinwë Captured by the Enemy

Current status unknown. Lord Celegorm: "We can only hope he is dead"; Regent Maglor not as sure.

Mithrim Temporary Dispatch

Prince Nolofinwë & Companions Alleged to Have Crossed the Sea

Reportedly, a host led by the young prince has through some mysterious means reached Middle-Earth. News appears to come from dark-elven messengers.

Mithrim Temporary Dispatch

Breaking News: Fëanor Dead and Maedhros Captured (Presumed Dead)

In a startling new development, Fëanor appears to have been slain while the Helxaraxë crossing took place, with Maedhros taken by the enemy soon later. Finwë Nolofinwë unavailable for comment; Lord Finrod passes on the news.

The Better Mithrim Temporary Dispatch

Opinion: Upstarts Should Find New Place to Stay

"I hope the Regent had a reason for ceding the camp we built with our own hands to them" says Regent's brother (identity undisclosed further).

The First and Best Mithrim Temporary Dispatch

Breaking: Fingon Rescues Maedhros; Manwë's Eagles Involved

In a striking display of selfless bravery, Lord Fingon has braved the Enemy's fortress with hope and a song to free a treacherous cousin. "I could not bear to see this go on" says apparent recipient of divine intervention.

North Mithrim Temporary Dispatch

Breaking: High King Maedhros Alive and Free

High King's state critical; next few days will tell. Northern Camp, surprisingly, involved.

South Mithrim Temporary Dispatch

High King Lost Right Hand

As further news trickles in, it appears that prince Fingon was unable to bring the King back in one piece. "Next to everything else, I cannot make this seem to matter" Regent Maglor claims.

South Mithrim Temporary Dispatch Special Edition

High King Will Live

Injuries are extensive and a testimony to horror beyond comprehension, but no longer life-threatening, healers from both camps have said.

South Mithrim Temporary Dispatch Special Edition

[eonweweek]

Hello everyone! In a little more than a month Eönwë Week will run and we are very excited to see what you will come up with.

Here are the prompts for the event:

🦅 August 12th: -> Genesis | Air | Almaren

🦅 August 13th: -> Friendships | Herald | Valinor

🦅 August 14th: -> War | Celeg Aithorn | Beleriand

🦅 August 15th: -> Romance | Mercy | Taniquetil

🦅 August 16th: -> Lost Tales | He Of The Sun | Son of Manwë

🦅 August 17th: -> Eagles | Duty | Noldor

🦅 August 18th: -> Freeform

See you soon !

[zealouswerewolfcollector]

Fingolfin and Fingon discuss trust, betrayal and the crown, T, 735 words

On Ao3

Fingon stared at the wood burning in the fireplace and did not speak. The fire died slowly. Dull red embers were taunting him. He turned away and met his father’s gaze. He wondered if Fingolfin was thinking about the same thing he was. Red embers on the horizon like specks of blood, making a mockery of brotherhood and friendship.

“Do you trust him?” Fingolfin asked.

Fingon lips were stuck together as if dried by the cruel sea wind.

“Makalaurë says he did not burn the ships because he wanted to return for us,” he said finally.

“Makalaurë will say anything his brother tells him to.”

“Such a lie would be easy to uncover.”

“I suppose.”

“I cannot find any sinister motive in his decision to waive his claim to the crown,” Fingon said. “His brothers’ reaction surely proves his sincerity. I do not believe he is capable of plotting just yet.”

“A Fëanárion plot against our house is not what worries me.”

The embers had died down. The windows were shut, but Fingon could still feel the wind sawing through him. Standing on the shore as the blood specks on the horizon faded, leaving ashen silence behind, he had felt emptied of everything, a shell that had once housed a person.

“What then?” he asked quietly.

Fingolfin looked into his eyes.

“You were with me when the Sindar told us of the thralls that came back—”

“He did not come back. I brought him back. I freed him. He was not set free. He would stay there forever if the Enemy had his way.”

“We cannot know all the tricks of the Enemy.”

Fingon had rebuffed every attempt at conversation after the ships burned. Back then, he still could afford it. Or he had thought he could. Now he knew he could not turn away.

“Manwë’s eagle came for us,” he said. “Is that not a proof?”

“It might be.” Fingolfin sat by his son and squeezed the hand that was gripping the armrest tightly enough to crack it. “Do you trust him?” he asked.

“What would Moringotto gain by putting you on the throne? If Maitimo is in thrall to him as you suspect, it would make more sense for the Enemy to have Maitimo claim the crown and divide us further.”

“It would make more sense for him to Sing in harmony with the other Valar and take joy in Arda. But that is not what he did, is it?” Fingolfin waited until his son looked at him. “I am merely suggesting that we need to be prepared for every possibility.”

“Make sure to avoid suggesting it in front of his brothers lest we risk another bloodshed.”

“One would think they would be eager to jump at the opportunity to declare him unfit to make such decisions.”

Perhaps it was Fingon’s brisk tone that had angered his father enough to make such an unkind statement. 

“No matter what, they will not price the crown higher than their own brother,” Fingon said.

He did not mean it as a barb against his father, but Fingolfin’s eye still twitched. 

“They will let love blind them then,” he said in a deliberately even voice. “Will you?”

Fingon wrenched his hand away and strode to the door.

“Do you trust him?” Fingolfin asked.

Fingon stopped with his hand at the handle.

“I trust he will not want to live as the Enemy’s weapon,” he said without turning to look at his father. “So I will not allow it to happen. I am a kinslayer already. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“No, Findekáno.” Pain colored Fingolfin’s voice and made his hand that gripped his son’s shoulder tremble. “I will not let the responsibility fall to you. You have already shouldered burdens greater than you should have to.”

“It has to be me. He would want me to.”

“I care not.”

“If what you fear comes true,” Fingon said, turning to look at Fingolfin, “and anyone else raises a blade against Maitimo, I will not ever forgive them. Not even you, Father.”

Fingolfin inclined his head. It was not acquiescence but simply a decision to delay the discussion. For now, it was enough for Fingon. 

When Fingolfin looked away, Fingon slipped the dagger he had placed on the table back into his sleeve. He said his goodbyes to his father and went to sit by Maedhros’s bedside. 

[eri-pl]

TIL the Oath is in alliterative verse and I had to share it.

(bold: where I think the beats are)

Be he foe or friend, be he foul or clean, brood of Morgoth or bright Vala, Elda or Maia or Aftercomer, Man yet unborn upon Middle-earth,

neither law, nor love, nor league of swords, dread nor danger, not Doom itself, shall defend him from Fëanor, and Fëanor's kin, whoso hideth or hoardeth, or in hand taketh, finding keepeth or afar casteth a Silmaril. This swear we all: death we will deal him ere Day's ending, woe unto world's end! Our word hear thou, Eru Allfather! To the everlasting Darkness doom us if our deed faileth. On the holy mountain hear in witness and our vow remember, Manwë and Varda! 

Older version

Be he friend or foe   or foul offspring of Morgoth Bauglir,   be he mortal dark that in after days   on earth shall dwell, shall no law nor love   nor league of Gods, no might nor mercy,   not moveless fate, defend him for ever   from the fierce vengeance of the sons of Fëanor,   whoso seize or steal of finding keep   the fair enchanted globes of crystal    whose glory dies not, the Silmarils.   We have sworn for ever! 

[iminye]

I love you Finwë, I love you Thingol, I love you Maglor, I love you Lúthien and Beren, I love you Turin 'human disaster ' Turambar, I love you Beleg, I love you Elwing, I especially love you Eärendil, I love you Denethor II., I love you Ingwë, I love you Indis, I love you Miriel, I love you Nerdanel, I love you Idril, I love you Celebrimbor, I love you my beloved Cuivienen elves, I fucking love you Manwë you're so awesome and great, I love you Turgon, I love you Finrod, I would die for you Celeborn, I love you Theoden son of Thengel, I love you Frodo, I love yo— *mic breaks*

[kanafinwe-makalaure]

All the songs Maglor wrote during the Second Age

I Am Sad At The Beach (Part I)

Noldolantë 2 (It Got Worse)

All My Brothers Are Dead (Minor Key)

A Seagull Just Shat On Me

A List Of All The People I Murdered (To Pay Homage To Them) (At Least The Ones I Remember) (Sorry To The Rest)

I Am Sad At The Beach (Parts II&III)

I Am So Proud Of My Adopted Sons

Sometimes I Wish My Wife Hadn't Left Me (Good For Her Though) (But I Do Miss Her)

Requiem For Elros Tar-Minyatur (Secret)

Sorry Everyone (Including Everyone I Murdered And Drove From Their Homes And Also The Valar (You Guys Are Not As Bad As My Dad Said))

I Just Wanna Go Home (But If Anyone Ever Sees Me Again I Will Die Of Embarrassment And Shame For My Many Crimes)

I Am Sad At The Beach (Part IV)

One Of The Strings On My Lyre Broke (Significantly Impacting The Way I Play It) (Three Stringed Lyre Acoustic Sessions)

Seashells Remind Me Of The Beach At Alqualondë During My Glorious Uni Days (Where I Later Murdered A Bunch Of People) (I Hope None Of Them Were People I Went To Uni With)

I Am Sad At The Beach Parts I-IV (Adapted For Three Stringed Lyre)

I Befriended The Seagull That Has Been Bullying Me For Nearly Three Thousand Years

All My Brothers Are Dead (Reprise)

I Am So Sick And Tired Of Eating Mostly Fish

My Lyre Is Down To Two Stings

I Want My Mum

Intense Piece For Two Stringed Lyre (I'm Sure These Last Two Strings Will Hold Up Fine)

By Manwë This Can't Be Happening (Acapella Version)

I Think Elrond Is Looking For Me (Possibly To Execute Me For My Crimes But Likely To Love Me Which Is Way Worse) (Acapella Version)

[the-red-butterfly]

Basking In Her Greatness

Manwë & Varda (Tolkien universe)

A widdle present for my good friend @cilil who is a firm believer in huge, space momma, Varda. And big on pushing the dom!Varda supremacy hehe. Live your dreams gurl 😌 let this art lead you into more filthy sin (and cutenss too, lets not forget).

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Open for Commissions

[cilil]

Eönwë Week - Day 6: Noldor

AN: Another headcanon post for today. Thank you to @ruiniel, @a-world-of-whimsy-5 and @tar-thelien for additional suggestions!

Today's topic: Eönwë and the Noldor (some of them)

𓅛 Out of thousands of Maiar, many of them unknown to the Children of Ilúvatar, Eönwë is among the most widely known and recognized. While he may not have appeared in Middle-earth for a long time, he was present in the War of Wrath, stayed on Númenor for a while and his duties as the Elder King's herald resulted in Valinor's Elven inhabitants to get well acquainted with him.

𓅛 While Eönwë has most of his day to day dealings with the Vanyar due to their proximity to and friendship with Manwë and Varda and in later ages retains a certain fondness for the people of Númenor, he has always felt some sort of kinship with the Noldor in particular, even more so than other Elven people at times.

𓅛 Now, Eönwë is not a craftsman and his talents lie in the art of battle, as gentle at heart as he may be and despite any secret wishes he could be different that he might harbor deep down. Yet even when peace still reigned in Valinor, he sensed the same fierce bravery and resilience within the hearts of many Noldor that one would find in fellow warrior spirit among the Ainur and he respects and admires such traits, whether they be used for good or for ill.

Fingolfin & Finarfin

𓅛 It was for these reasons that Eönwë felt immediate kinship with the younger sons of Finwë whenever he met them during his visits at their father's palace. Fëanor he had often seen as well, but as he grew older he was pretty much always busy with his projects elsewhere and later with his own family.

𓅛 Especially close and cordial was Eönwë's relationship with Finarfin. While always friendly with almost everyone he meets, Eönwë had never presumed to be a friend of the Eldar, thinking that he might intrude on their affairs and overstep their boundaries if he approached them like he would a fellow Maia, but Finarfin was particularly determined to prove him wrong.

𓅛 Sometimes alone, sometimes together with Fingolfin, the youngest prince never missed a chance to approach him, having developed a special interest in birds and bird-like Maiar. Fingolfin's interest was, once the childish fascination with all things new and exciting had passed, of a more political nature, but he too found Eönwë's company enjoyable.

𓅛 When Melkor started sowing seeds of unrest among the Noldor, however, this also affected the princes' relationship with Eönwë. While they hadn't come to distrust him or think of him as a hostile agent of the Valar feigning friendship, there was something on the mind of Fingolfin in particular: The fact that Eönwë had been hailed as a hero of past battles among the Ainur and that he had to possess knowledge of weapons and war that he had never shared with the Eldar, not even his friends.

𓅛 Supported by Finarfin, Fingolfin eventually confronted him about it. Eönwë had already been fearing that they would and, after a bit of poking and prodding, told them about the battles he had fought and the reason why he never spoke of his deeds or taught much of his art: While his skill was renowned and respected, he found no pride in acts of violence and killing and feared that his teachings and involvement would only enable more conflict.

𓅛 Yet the two princes argued against this, saying that he knew well from his past how some conflicts were inevitable and they as well as their family and their people would be left defenseless if anything happened, especially since he himself had told them that the Ainur are forbidden from using force against the Children. Though unhappily so, Eönwë saw the wisdom in their words and agreed to teach them - but in return they had to promise to only ever raise their swords against the forces of evil and never against their kin.

𓅛 This Fingolfin and Finarfin did promise and so began their relationship as training partners. After feeling guilty initially - thinking he was going behind his lord's back, though technically Manwë had never forbidden such activities specifically - Eönwë soon came to enjoy these sessions because he was taking action and helping people he likes and wants to be safe. He was also proud of their progress.

𓅛 Everything was fine and Eönwë felt closer to two of his dearest companions than ever... until the rebellion of the Noldor. Being bound by the laws of the Ainur, he couldn't intervene on behalf of either side and had to watch his worst fears come true.

𓅛 To say Eönwë was relieved when Finarfin returned would be an understatement, though their joy was dampened by the fact that Fingolfin and all of his and Finarfin's children had left. Eönwë did his best to assist and support Finarfin during the tumultuous times that followed, but publicly and privately (Eärwen was not exactly happy either, but that is a story for another time).

𓅛 While saddened by some of the deeds of the Noldor, Fingolfin retained Eönwë's respect and fondness for his heroism in Beleriand, particularly his duel against Melkor. It was a magnificent showcase of how far he had come and Eönwë couldn't help feeling just a tiny bit of pride that one of his incarnate companions and training partners had held his own against a Vala for longer than anyone had expected.

𓅛 Going to war with Finarfin at the end of the First Age was bittersweet for Eönwë. It was comforting to fight together with one of his closest friends, but he also thought he was selfish for feeling this way and was worried that Finarfin would die or get hurt. Eönwë considers it a great blessing that they were able to make the journey home together as well.

Fingon

𓅛 With Fingon Eönwë didn't have too many dealings directly while he still dwelt in Valinor, something he later found regrettable.

𓅛 He occasionally spoke to him during social events or as part of his duties, sensing his valiant spirit and finding himself fond of Fingolfin's house in general. Fingon also joined his father for training sometimes, which Eönwë allowed, knowing that Fingolfin and Finarfin would pass on their knowledge to their children anyway (a logical conclusion that they had also never denied).

𓅛 Fingon's daring rescue of Maedhros was what garnered him great favor and renown within the household of Manwë in particular, from the Elder King himself to his Maiar, Eönwë being no exception. He admired not only the bravery of the act itself, but also the diplomatic benefits and how it aided in achieving more of a union among the Finwëan houses and the Noldor as a whole.

𓅛 Eönwë, alongside his lord and his fellow Maiar, mourned the last stand and death of Fingon.

𓅛 It may be that Fingon was on Eönwë's mind when he attempted to make peace with Mairon after the War of Wrath, only to quickly find that he wouldn't achieve what Fingon had.

Celegorm

𓅛 Taking the shape of raptors, Eönwë is also a hunter and sometimes joins Oromë's Maiar for their hunts. It's the only activity that allows him to chase and attack a target without having to worry about seriously injuring or killing someone by accident, as he has to when training others or engaging in mock duels.

𓅛 Eönwë had occasionally played with Fëanor's ferocious children when they were young and they enjoyed climbing all over him, pretending he was a big monster to slay and receiving shiny, fluffy feathers as a prize from him.

𓅛 Thus he and Celegorm were already acquainted and fairly friendly with one another once Celegorm started joining Oromë's hunts as well and it didn't take long until a sort of tacit understanding grew between them: They were both looking for an outlet for their darker and more dangerous impulses. And Eönwë, even if he worried about it sometimes, would never judge someone for sharing this trait of his.

𓅛 What he did end up judging Celegorm for was his treatment of Beren and Lúthien, since Eönwë has ever cautioned his Elven friends and companions to exercise restraint with any sort of violence and deems any sort of coercive behavior against a lady to be very wrong, especially after having witnessed Melkor harassing Varda and Arien (more or less successfully, but still).

Maedhros & Maglor

𓅛 Like Celegorm, Eönwë had known Maedhros and Maglor from an early age and his interactions with them were friendly, especially since they tended to be a little less unruly than their brothers (in this case meaning less likely to pluck the poor herald or walk all over him in the literal sense).

𓅛 While Maedhros got more involved in Noldorin politics as he grew older and Eönwë began to value him as a calming, rational presence, contrasted by the sometimes explosive temperament of his father, Maglor devoted most of his time to his craft. This led him to the halls of Ilmarin many times, performing songs and taking part in theatrical performances that impressed even the less literary inclined Maiar.

𓅛 Eönwë missed the various members of Finwë's house that left for Middle-earth, having come to appreciate their different personalities.

𓅛 In the aftermath of the rebellion and shortly before the War of Wrath, Eönwë had a few interactions with Nerdanel who asked him to look for her remaining sons and made him promise to at least try to bring them home to her. Eönwë agreed to this, saying he couldn't promise to be successful, but that he would try his best for her sake.

𓅛 At the end of the War of Wrath, Maedhros' and Maglor's demand to have the Silmarils returned to them came as no surprise. Even so, Eönwë genuinely and fervently hoped they would heed his words - as they had done in the past and might have done in another situation - and not go for the jewels, as he knew exactly what the outcome would be and wanted to prevent any more death and sorrow caused by the Silmarils; this is also why he didn't pursue Maedhros and Maglor when they stole them from him, the other main reason being his promise to Nerdanel.

𓅛 It was at this point, however, that Eönwë resigned himself to the fact that there was nothing he could do to help them anymore and that they had made their choice, leaving them to their fates.

𓅛 Eönwë found himself left with the devastating task of informing Nerdanel about the various fates of her sons and that he had, in fact, not managed to bring any of them home to her. However, I like to think he revealed to her that Maglor was still alive (if she didn't already know herself) and promised her that he will one day return to Middle-earth to look for him again.

𓅛 I'm planning to touch on this in an upcoming Eönwë-centric fic, but the plan so far is that Maglor declines at first and eventually, after the Third Age concludes, expresses a desire to return to Valinor, come what may, though he feels like he has no place on any of the ships. Eönwë then takes him home, taking the shape of an eagle and letting him ride on his back.

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[deus-sema]

When Melkor chose to fuck shit up by going for the trees the same time as when the two sons of Finwë reconciled before Manwë, as a reader I recognized as a matter of utmost seriousness.

But the part of me that's the unhinged and addicted to drama, and especially melodrama, feasted and how.