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@edennill-archived

Catholic / female / this is my Tolkien blog (mostly Silm) / background photo by Pawel Czerwinski on Unsplash

Pro-Valar, more or less pro-Sindar (though Thingol is a jerk sometimes), invested in the Edain and Númenor; the Noldor are awesome but do not make good life choices. Finrod is Blorbo of all time.

Fascinated by the nameless civilians that must have existed and their undescribed customs, art and folklore.

On the internet, I go by Therese or Ethelien.

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I keep it sfw. Please don't reblog/comment my posts with anything untoward.

On the other hand, I will reblog from people who do have 18+ content, shipcest or whatever on their blogs. I used to tag for it, but shall no longer do so. Just assume any blogs you find via mine are not sfw; it's Tumblr. If you want any sfw recs, you can message me.

My OCD kind of made me say the above. Maybe. Probably it's assumed by anyone on this hellsite.

Only one thing I will still remark on is when people claim they tag all their nsfw art and then don't do it, because 😬.

Oh, and I'm not a very shippy kind of person in terms of non-canon stuff, just fyi.

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Also since I've seen so many people's bios go out of their way to be offensive to minors ("I'm not here to babysit" etc) I want to make up for it by saying you're totally welcome.

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If you send me a personal anon, I probably won't reply since I cannot do so privately. Also, I rarely block people, but may do so if you specifically interact with my own posts by bashing my faves in a mean way. No DNI though.

Oh, and I tag reblogs with op's url for ease of keeping order. Don't mind me.

I am having so many feanor reembodiment thoughts that I want to turn into fanfic. Please help me narrow this down lmao. Leaning toward Dagor Dagorath but am also considering doing a series of different ideas on this.

You can't have Fefe reembodied before the end of TA, because then he would:

  • escape from Aman again
  • find Sauron
  • beat him up yelling "how dare you hurt Tyelpe?!?"
  • offhandedly break / hack / whatever the Ring and complain on the quality of it
  • this trash is what you can do without Tyelpe? *remembers Tyelpe* *beats Sauron up some more*
  • drag him back to Aman
  • throw him at the floor before the Valar
  • kick him up some more
  • yell at the Valar

And the whole LotR story cannot happen

My "Fëanor returns" fanfic has him back... wayyyy past the fourth age. Like tens of thousands years past the fourth age (okay, maybe more like twenty thousand, but that is already a lot)

(It's something of a compromise between liking the idea of him only coming back for Arda Remade and a wish to actually write him reconnecting with his family in something approaching imaginable circumstances)

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Everybody always talk about the fifteen cousins, but what about the other cousins?. Imagine Celebrimbor, Idril, Maeglin, Orodreth and Celebrían all reunited in Valinor again, just chilling and being happy and in peace.

Celebrian: Who are all these people at the family reunion that I’ve never met?

Celebrimbor: Oh they all died, because I was the only one in our generation with any sense in the First Age.

Orodreth: Wait, YOU’RE claiming to have common sense?

Celebrimbor: In the First Age, I used all it up not getting caught in the rest of your drama.

Celebrian: That explains Annatar.

I've mentioned this in passing in this post, but this is hands down my favourite line in The Fellowship of the Ring. The line speaks volumes about Glorfindel, and yet the details are easily missed by a first-time reader travelling along with Frodo and friends, and that's because not once does Glorfindel explain how significant his words and actions were. Yet there is so much to unpack! It is only left to us to appreciate them after learning more about this world.

“There are few even in Rivendell that can ride openly against the Nine…”

Again, Glorfindel only mentioned this in passing and did not explain, but the reason for this is because the only ones Rivendell would send to ride openly against the Nazgûl were special members of the Eldar: the Calaquendi, old Elves from Valinor and who have seen the light of the Two Trees. Gandalf later explains that these Elves “live at once in both worlds, and against both the Seen and Unseen they have great power”. The Nazgûl, as we learn, were wraiths that reside only in the Unseen world, and so to anyone else, they were invisible.

We know there were very few Calaquendi remaining in Middle-earth by the Third Age, and most of them reside in Rivendell. But even among them, likely only the warriors could be sent to go after the Nagzûl, chief of Sauron's servants. This early, we get a clue that Frodo and company have met someone extraordinary.

“It was my lot to take the Road…”

By “Road”, Glorfindel meant The Great East-West Road, an ancient road that cuts across Eriador from the Grey Havens to Rivendell and the Misty Mountains. This would have been the most perilous of the roads because it would have been the most obvious path passing through the Shire. Later, during the Council of Elrond, it would be mentioned that Sauron would be expecting the Ring to go from the Shire either to the Grey Havens or to Rivendell, both routes reached primarily via the Road.

It was to be expected therefore that this is the one path most guarded by the Enemy. Again, Glorfindel only mentions his task securing the Road in passing, but the fact that he got the most obvious and thus most perilous path speaks volumes of his ability and position in Rivendell. Only a few deemed able to ride openly against the Nine were sent out, and out of them, Glorfindel was the one sent to secure the most dangerous route. Let's sit with that thought for a moment.

"I came to the Bridge of Mitheithel, and left a token there, nigh on seven days ago."

The Bridge of Mitheitel, or The Last Bridge, is the only way to cross the great River Hoarwell (Mitheitel) from Weathertop to Rivendell. Aragorn, as much as he could, avoided the Road, himself knowing the dangers possibly waiting for them there. Later though he tells the Hobbits, "I am afraid we must go back to the Road here for a while, [for we] have now come to the River Hoarwell... There is no way over it below its sources in the Ettenmoors, except by the Last Bridge on which the Road crosses."

Aragorn and the Hobbits therefore went to the Bridge dreading to encounter the Nazgûl, only to find it safe. Instead, Aragorn finds an elf-stone in the middle of the bridge, which gives him hope. We now learn that it was Glorfindel who left it there, for he has secured the Bridge, likely knowing how important it was to do so because unlike all other paths, this was the one path that Frodo and company would inevitably need to take. If the Enemy wanted to lay an ambush, they would have done so at the Bridge; strategically Glorfindel understood this, and coming after them at the Bridge was exactly what the company needed from him for them to stay safe.

“Three of the servants of Sauron were upon the Bridge, but they withdrew and I pursued them westward. I came also upon two others, but they turned away southward.”

Here once again is Glorfindel describing something incredible in the simplest of ways: the Nazgûl actually flee from him! Thus far in the book, the Nazgûl were the first source of terror for Frodo's company as well as for us, the readers, yet here Glorfindel was riding about with bells on his horse, not even trying to hide at all. He is the one hunting the Nazgûl and not the other way around, this was made very clear.

Glorfindel has been my favourite character from the start. He got me from their first meeting because he gave the Hobbits a sense of safety, even though they and we perhaps do not yet fully appreciate who he was and what he was capable of. As we read through the rest of the books, and even beyond through The Silmarillion, The Fall of Gondolin, The Peoples of Middle-earth and all these other books that share his history, I only learned to love him all the more. Years later, having read all these other books, I still sometimes just sit in awe thinking back on this first encounter in this first book, in the Fellowship of the Ring, about how Frodo and his friends met this seemingly humble Elf, who in actuality was literally an Elf of legend. Yet apparently one would not think it, encountering Glorfindel on the road.

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