WatcherWraith
Fairë Hyamië(Phantom of Prayer).
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Oh, so that's what it was! Oh my 😶But the painful flare of Maedhros' spirit crying out burst into his own troubled dream, and he woke up suddenly, knowing someone had screamed even though he only heard it through his sleeping ears.
I did pick up on that one. ☹️ Made me sad.If you notice what he said, it could equally apply to why he believes Celebrimbor stayed in Nargothrond when Curufin was banished.
His son 'knows when to leave' and would not waste his efforts in 'turning fools from their ways'.
Indeed. Celegorm was especially obvious in how he was affected by it. He already looks like he's burning out.I think Celegorm, Caranthir, and Curufin do sense that the end is drawing near for them, in a way. Even if they don't consciously think about it, it does show in their actions towards the end of the chapter.
I think this story, more than any other I have ever read from the minds of others, has brought Fëanor's family into sharp focus for me and illuminated their struggles as well as their possible mindsets. I may inadvertantly borrow from your creation when I elaborate on my own Fëanorians. My apologies in advance, but perhaps it is a compliment, as your work has been so very well and carefully made.Even though he doesn't know it, perhaps he does sense there is no more future for him in Middle-earth.
That's ok. In the realm of fantasy, we all borrow from each other. In addition, we are all already writing stories inspired by someone's existing work! ❤️😄I think this story, more than any other I have ever read from the minds of others, has brought Fëanor's family into sharp focus for me and illuminated their struggles as well as their possible mindsets. I may inadvertantly borrow from your creation when I elaborate on my own Fëanorians. My apologies in advance, but perhaps it is a compliment, as your work has been so very well and carefully made.
It's not easy to have a divided mind, and even less easy when you're such a perfectionist.I felt a kinship with Curufin like I never had when reading this.
The restless mind, hoping and searching for a way to release all the pent up energy and creativity, but an important obstacle (the Oath for him and school for me) always blocking the way and guilt you away from whatever you wanted to do because now is not the right time, even though you live a life where the might be no after either. And even if you do give in and work on which is taking away all of your focus and attention, it doesn't not end up looking like it should, which makes you despair even more.
I had very clear mental pictures of what everything looked and sounded like as well. It seems I managed to convey that effectively.Everything else was also very well done. I could easily imagine Kano singing in hallway in the background and Curvo sitting by his desk and working.
So did I. This is where Maedhros tapped me on the shoulder when I was trying to wrap up the conversation between them and went: "Excuse me lil Curvo, but I also need to check if you're ok" >_>I also loved the little section with Maitimo and him talking. I think you should the dynamics you imagine for them perfectly. The slight awkwardness coming from the sheer difference between their characters would have been fun to watch, if the subject was not this dark.
Yeah... he doesn't often come off looking very good in many of the stories he's in. Old and unwise. 🥴Also, I completely agree with you, Curvo. Thingol has one braincell which he lost in Nan Elmoth years ago.
A box of tissues is required for the last few chapters of this, really. 🥲...*crying sound intensifies*
Don't worry about me. There's just something in my eye.
Oddly, I'd choose to describe many parts of this chapter in that way as well. There is a kind of beauty about goodness, affection and care still existing even in the midst of such tragedy, hardship and evil. Like seeing flowers burst forth from under the snow, rare, but still alive and beautiful.This was... beautiful. The only way I can describe it. Not how I tend to imagine Nirnaeth, but I haven't given much thought to the aftermath of the battle itself. None of them have a chance to mourn, and everything is happening to fast. Much like in R&R, get to safety first, and then grieve.
Same for Curufin, really. 🙁And Maglor's disassociated condition broke my heart. He had put most of himself into making sure the traitors do not survive and now he's just...tired.
Curufin has never seen him quite like this before. It disconcerts him. He tries again.
“Our brothers are all accounted for, and they live yet, though Amras and Maedhros have suffered grievous wounds.” He puts a little more pressure on Maglor’s shoulder. “Come, brother, I will take you on my horse. You need walk no longer.”
Maglor does not move.
Curufin searches the strange, stone-cold face anxiously. He sighs in frustration, glancing aside at the equally confounded Celegorm. Perhaps some tears would have come to his eyes, were they not so dry and sore from the heat, dust, and lack of water.
But Dior returned no answer to the sons of Fëanor; and Celegorm stirred up his brothers to prepare an assault upon Doriath. They came at unawares in the middle of winter, and fought with Dior in the Thousand Caves; and so befell the second slaying of Elf by Elf. There fell Celegorm by Dior's hand, and there fell Curufin, and dark Caranthir; but Dior was slain also, and Nimloth his wife, and the cruel servants of Celegorm seized his young sons and left them to starve in the forest. Of this Maedhros indeed repented, and sought for them long in the woods of Doriath; but his search was unavailing, and of the fate of Eluréd and Elurín no tale tells.
- The Silmarillion, Chapter 22, 'Of the Ruin of Doriath'
Dior is a blend of Elf, Man and Maia, and said to be very beautiful. His grandfather Thingol was the tallest of all the elves (and no doubt had strength to match his frame), and his father Beren was doubtlessly not a small and delicate Man (he was able to lift and throw Curufin, for example).And Celegorm, Caranthir...Dior was truly a strong opponent to have finished three of the brothers himself! The strength of his father is in him. Well, or it was.
He certainly thinks about things a lot, and spends a lot of time working things out. Even working other people out, either because he's curious, he cares about them, or he wishes to manipulate them (or any combination of these together!).I wonder why Curufin never did search his heart throughout all his life. I would have thought he was the sort to be deeply self-inspecting. Did he not see where his father got his inspiration, where he got his plans and all his strength? Not even the will of the Valar could break him, only he himself.
I know what you mean. But Morgoth himself was granted a second chance (which he wasted, and ended up killing Finwë and subsequently causing more devastation to the world and the Children of Ilúvatar). It would not be just to deprive these elves of the same thing, if they wish to repent of what they did. And though they did evil, they also protected the land from Morgoth and his forces for a time. They suffered much, and often felt like they had no other choice but to do what they did. Morgoth had no such excuse: he committed evil on a whim.I do not know if I wish the sons of Fëanor to rest in peace. Though I like them greatly, and this tale of their has left much sympathy in my heart for them, they committed many awful deeds, and in the name of their Oath were prepared to do anything, as it demanded. They ruined themselves and their people. But perhaps, before the end of Arda, their fëa shall be healed and their souls rectified of the wrongs they have done. What recompense can the dead give but to the dead? Perhaps Mandos shall make them assist and serve those they have killed all these long, long years.
Oh, you shall see. 💍I am left wondering what could possibly be the end of such a tale when Curufin's soul has been wrenched to the Halls of Mandos, where his cleansing shall take place.
My exact thoughts when I wrote this chapter. I had planned out most of the details for what would happen far in advance, so I knew what I would be getting into.I had thought I was mentally prepared for that, but apparently not.
This is the part when I really realised I was not prepared. After writing that bit, I actually had to take a break there and continue the next day. I did not have to do that at any other point in the story.I could almost feel it when Curufin got stabbed.
Yeah, it hits pretty hard. 🥲 But that was what I intended, so I'm also glad it worked out.And his thoughts at the end...😭😭 If I hadn't had to be quiet in rehearsal, I would have started crying. It was very powerfully written. Wonderful job.
If it has passed from the high and the beautiful to darkness and ruin, that was of old the fate of Arda Marred; and if any change shall come and the marring be amended, Manwë and Varda may know; but they have not revealed it, and it is not declared in the dooms of Mandos.
- The Silmarillion, Chapter 24, 'Of the Voyage of Eärendil and the War of Wrath'
Though I have very little knowledge of either of these, I am glad you enjoyed my story as much as the other adaptations you liked. 😊Both of these versions(Rings of Power and Shadow of Mordor) I find touching and sad in one way or another. I was so vividly reminded of them by what you had written, I wanted to share them. It is, of course, the closest to what The Silmarillion itself says of all the versions, and I wonder what it would look like brought to life on a screen. Very beautiful, no doubt, and long would the hearts of its audience ache.
I think he trusted Annatar as much as he trusted any new friend or acquaintance. Celebrimbor is not one to talk much about his personal griefs.Yet did Celebrimbor trust Annatar so well? This version of yours has the son of Curufin withholding his deepest dream from Annatar, speaking only of his desire to create something lasting. It makes sense, for not only had Annatar no share in the Elven Rings, he had not even known they were to be crafted until Celebrimbor had already done it. Doubtless he would have crafted them with Celebrimbor, so I do not know what held him back, unless his mind saw into that of the elf, and there perceived the plans Celebrimbor would not speak aloud.
Interestingly, Sauron never lied here. He just... didn't tell the whole truth. He does want to build something lasting, and working together with the Elves is the way he has planned to do so...Fond as I am of The Rings of Power tv show, I cannot help holding it as a touching alternate version of what took place between Sauron and Celebrimbor, and I was heavily reminded both of it and of another which I will elaborate upon in a moment. The desire, deep and yearning, to create some legacy worthy of his grandfather, the vast skill he possessed, and the need to safeguard what yet remained to him and to his people. The failure to see through a disguise so suited to his taste of mind, and the wretched resolve afterward to never reveal what it was too late to regret.
Instead of seeing this power as a tool to dominate another's will, all he thinks of doing with it is planting courage and inspiration in a heart that has none left. Something which he has seen before.Celebrimbor turns his gaze to Annatar. The blazing brilliance of his friend’s spirit far outshines the light of every other Elf present, even cloaked as it is beneath a greyish, wavering veil.
...And I think...
Entirely unused to this way of seeing and doing things, Celebrimbor slowly gathers together the weight in his mind, focuses it to an intentional point, and ever so gently nudges Annatar. He immediately senses his surprise in return.
...Yes. I could inspire others to do great things of their own. Even plant courage and inspiration in their hearts when they have none left.
I am very glad to hear so. I also love to hear the various different thoughts that spring to mind when other people read my stories.This has been an incredible story from start to finish. I feel privileged to have read it, and I thank you for laboring over it as much as you have. The peeks into characters heretofore shadowed by general description, the motivations and fears elaborated upon, the events unfolded, all have woken many ideas and perceptions in me. Thank you, and I look forward to your next work.
We were spared from that by the focus of the story. Unlike Fëanor, Celebrimbor gives his great work away, and allows them to be unbound from his heart. And since this story focuses on the things Curufin and Celebrimbor make, once he parts ways with the Three Rings in his mind, our story ends there.I am relieved you did not show his death, as I fear my emotions would not be able to take that.
It is very interesting.It's interesting how the Three Rings echo the fates of the Silmarils. One question about them, though. How did Celebrimbor know what happened to Maglor and Maedhros?
He remembers when the new star Eärendil appeared in the sky.At last, he sets the gems into the rings, in echo of his grandfather’s work. The three blessings are drawn from deep within his own mind, and not spoken aloud.
For the air.
A bright memory. A new star appears in the sky, a guiding light for ages to come.
For the water.
A clear imagining. He hears the distant notes of an agonised lament for the past, the cracked melody blown and tossed by the sound of the sea.
And for the earth...
No. For the fire.
An awful dream, not his alone, one of means and ends. A single hand clutches its last long-sought light, staining crystal glass blood red.
'Take now this Ring,' he said; 'for thy labours and thy cares will be heavy, but in all it will support thee and defend thee from weariness. For this is the Ring of Fire, and herewith, maybe, thou shalt rekindle hearts to the valour of old in a world that grows chill. [...]'
Thank you very much. I love to hear it! I enjoy provoking thoughts.All in all, I've loved reading this story. You're an incredible writer. It's been very moving and thought-provoking, as you raised ideas I never even considered.
Incredible! All this is quite true, and I wonder if Tolkien himself thought of these connections when making the rings. After all, The Silmarillion was his longest and most worked-on piece.Who ends up with Vilya, the Ring of Air? Elrond, the son of Eärendil who carries the Silmaril through the sky. Elrond is also a guiding light for ages to come, Rivendell being a storehouse of knowledge, where both Bilbo and Frodo learn what they need for their respective quests.
Who ends up with Nenya, the Ring of Water? Galadriel, who is distantly heard to sing a lament in Quenya by the side of the River as the Fellowship depart Lothlórien. Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen...
Who ends up with Narya, the Ring of Fire? Gandalf, who is the most active of the three bearers, doing all he can to aid the free peoples in their stand against Sauron, inspiring them to have courage and fight once more. Much like Maedhros inspired the peoples of Beleriand to join together and fight Morgoth, before their great defeat.
And here is a connection I did not intend: in my story, Maedhros' burning spirit not only strikes fear into the hearts of his enemies, but courage and new strength into the hearts of his friends (as seen in Chapter 9). Narya has a similar effect.
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