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Headcanons for Eonwe?

Both Michael and Gabriel.

His favorite olvar form is that of a falcon. Tends to stay towards bird forms and as an elf usually Vanyar or a surprisingly short Noldor with light brown hair and pale blue eyes.

Best friend among the Maiar outside of his and Ilmarë’s people are Salmar and Arien (and he has a fondness for Tilion but only in smaller doses.)

He is the dutiful son (though okay, only the earliest version of the legendarium had Eönwë as Manwë and Varda’s son) and loving supportive brother. His anger is not the long-held poisonous rage of Ilmarë, but the sad disappointment that Manwë has, that Melkor and all his followers (and this is the same sin of Fëanor) could have been so much better than they were, if only they saw that their talents and essence were geared towards collaborating with others, that they would have been so much greater if only they accepted that other people could contribute and have worth and not to be a control freak jealous that anyone else had a decent idea. He thinks Sauron’s mocking of Eönwë for never aspiring to be more than Manwë’s errand boy is delightfully ironic – oh, and that his sister’s ex is a weak coward. Eönwë is pretty contemptuous of cravens and traitors – and he thinks Eärendil is the best and bravest and totally bffs and Eönwë joins Eärendil on Void voyages sometimes.

(Eönwë’s opinion of Sauron in one word: loser.)

He and Tulkas get into arguments constantly because Tulkas has raw strength and can wrestle anything into submission once he gets ahold, but since Eönwë canon-wise is mightiest of all with all arms- that means Eönwë is best with swords, bows, whatever weapon you pick- and the leader of the armies- thus he’s every top-tier general rolled into one. Tulkas’s lack of tactics drives him up the wall. And when the War of Wrath starts- Eönwë is the one to make sure the Vanyar and Noldor under Finarfin have the best practical and efficient weapons possible – which because they aren’t making these ‘in secret’ and have the experts helping, are a lot better and more uniform. Frankly, I’m half tempted to put some gunpowder weapons here. (Saruman had to know of it from somewhere…) Eönwë probably admires Fingolfin, though I’m undecided  if he officially likes him more than Finarfin.

crocordile said: I HAVE A PICTURE OF A MAN FITTING THIS DESCRIPTION EXACTLY IN MY QUEUE AND IT IS TAGGED AS ‘PPL OF BOR’ I AM SO HAPPY AT COINCIDING HEADCANONS :DD

COOL! 😀

I was worried this morning that random little head-canons about hairstyles- and not perfectly detailed for all genders and ages- for this little group won’t be at all interesting.

(The beard thing has been my HC for ages, which will dovetail nicely into the Dúnedain sometimes lacking beards thanks to elven heritage and also aggravate a countering view of “manly” appearance without mandating exact hair-length between the Hadorim and Easterlings.)

Bór hair notes: 

Straight, black or dark brown.

A grown woman wears her hair in seven braids, for seven is a lucky number for women. These maybe be coiled up in a crown or bun, or hanging down, but the only time hair is worn loose and unbound in pubic is for displays of grief. A man wears his hair in two braids hanging over the ears, sometimes decorated with beads and coiled into loops. A full beard (in fact most facial hair) is considered barbaric and a sign of an uncivilized, outlawed man – which fosters some culture clash with the Edain. The exception to this is dwarves, of course, who are not Men and anyways grow their beards long enough to braid.

Carnambos, that elven godfather to Bortë, still wears his hair (dyed a bright pale reddish-gold as he’s genetically Tatyar/Noldor even if his mothers are blonde Vanyar and a red-haired Noldor and was raised Vanyar) with pointed bangs and two braids that loop in-front of his ears millennium after his friends Bledda and Bortë had passed on.

it is better to ask this publicly ahahaha, okay so, headcanon time, silm tickliest characters and silm least tickly characters?

crocordile:

squirrelwrangler:

I had to think seriously about this. From analysis of notes about the Eldar having greater control over their bodies (LaCE and hroa versus fea and all that) it is obvious that comparatively all humans are by nature more ticklish than elves (and Ainur only ticklish if they choose – Tulkas constantly a victim of Nessa and Irmo ambush tickling him for fun). Tuor is amazed that tickling Idril’s feet never works; and Idril delights in tickling him, easiest way to make him laugh and distract from bad memories.
Now I can’t judge overall, but if I was to focus on a tiny group, let’s say the children of Finarfin. Orodreth and Finrod are more ticklish than Angrod and Aegnor. If Galadriel is ticklish, only Celeborn knows for sure, and he ain’t sharing details.

i laughed more than if you had just gave me names omfg elves are so fucking aarrghh AGHSGVA haahahaahahahahahahahaaha OH MY GOD

Can I assume Lord Elmo is also more prone to being ticklish than his friends and family??

#THAT THING ABOUT TUOR AND IDRIL WAS CUTE TOO DAMNN UUU#elvish tickling#my god look at this tag idk man omg

much better topic than if elves poop

Oh, if we were to take our sample selection over to the three kingly Lindar sons, Elu is definitely not ticklish, nor Olwë (though he loves to tickle his grandchildren and great-grandchildren) and sure, Elmo is ticklish, for an elf, but he doesn’t have that annoying giggle.

it is better to ask this publicly ahahaha, okay so, headcanon time, silm tickliest characters and silm least tickly characters?

I had to think seriously about this. From analysis of notes about the Eldar having greater control over their bodies (LaCE and hroa versus fea and all that) it is obvious that comparatively all humans are by nature more ticklish than elves (and Ainur only ticklish if they choose – Tulkas constantly a victim of Nessa and Irmo ambush tickling him for fun). Tuor is amazed that tickling Idril’s feet never works; and Idril delights in tickling him, easiest way to make him laugh and distract from bad memories.
Now I can’t judge overall, but if I was to focus on a tiny group, let’s say the children of Finarfin. Orodreth and Finrod are more ticklish than Angrod and Aegnor. If Galadriel is ticklish, only Celeborn knows for sure, and he ain’t sharing details.

(meme) Nerdanel and/or Indis: ♥ ☮ ♦ ☯ ☼

Combining everything into the quasi-fic, think I mentioned all five things. sorry it got really shippy.

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Nerdenal was shorter than her sibling, with the stocky square-shouldered look that her father had passed down to all his family, though she was annoyed that the copper hair that made her father stand out in the crowd of Noldor was something that her sibling inherited, and which was passed down to both nieces and nephew and most of her elder niece’s children. Her hair was only brown, and not even the dark glossy brown of her mother Istarnië, though when the light hit just right there almost looked to be a hint of fire. Nerdanel liked to wear colors and jewelry she hoped would offset the bits of copper and make it more alluring and exotic than brown. Anything to draw attention away from her red face. She liked the amber shade of brown of her eyes; that at least was striking, though a blue would have been even more. Nerdanel grew and matured and set aside her resentment of her relatives’ greater beauty.

 Queen Indis was beautiful, well-regarded by almost all of Tirion as the most beautiful woman even by her political detractors, with golden skin and hair that seemed to glow like a flower of Laurelin, her eyes a deep blue that shaded almost purple, and tall without awkwardness. Nerdanel watched as Indis moved, plotting how to sculpt that sense of grace and assurance that High King Ingwë’s sister had. Several works were inspired by the queen of the Noldor, even when they did not have Indis’s likeness in the face, though Nerdanel did not admit this. 

When Indis removed her sandals to race barefoot through the water gardens, as light-foot as Nessa’s deer, as joyful as Tulkas’s laughter, Nerdanel knew that was the pose to sculpt, that moment before Indis sprinted, where the Queen of the Noldor removed a piece of confining finery, however small a shoe was, so that she could embrace freedom and delight. Nerdanel wondered if she projected her desire to be free from anxieties onto Indis, for the queen never showed envy or resentment, was gracious even when those around her were not. 

And how Nerdanel had blushed in shame the day her husband’s compatriots had insulted Indis to the queen’s face, and Nerdanel had been powerless to restrain them no matter how much she had argued with her husband beforehand. He used to listen to her advice, her husband and sons, used to give some heed to her consul, treated her as if she was a person with opinions worth something. But Indis was her dearest friend, especially after her separation from her husband, when all those compatriots and political allies and anyone who wished to avoid the displeasure of the King’s heir and favorite began to mock and sneer at Nerdanel herself. Golden and graceful, Indis held out her arms and embraced the much shorter woman, unmindful of how the marble dust that coated the sculptress now smudged the queen’s velvet gown and golden arms. Indis would stand with Nerdanel through the turmoil and after, the two live together in a wing of the palace filled with music and art, content in friendship and company. Nerdanel was her beloved no matter what official ties between them, said Indis gravely, for she feared not the displeasure of that faction in Tirion, and would trade them gleefully for Nerdanel’s smiles and company. 

“Yours is a beauty I could never fully capture in song,” said Indis, “though I have spent hours trying to compose. The best I can do is write music for your statutes, the lifelike ones admired by the court and the strange ones that bring my soul beauty even if I do not understand them.” Indis blushed, and Nerdanel laughed at the familiar problem. 

Findis would find the two stretched out in the gardens playing card games of their own creation, laughing with their hair unbound and full of twigs and crumpled flowers, a half-undone braid in Nerdanel’s brown hair that Indis tugged as she admonished the younger woman for cheating. Findis would sit primly on the ground and join the card game, utterly befuddled by the rules, but smiling all the same. “What stakes are we playing for?” Findis would ask.

“If I shall sculpt something, and your mother sing to me as I work, or if your mother shall dance and I sketch her as I watch,” replied Nerdanel, “or if we should be both very lazy and take a long vacation to our nieces and nephews outside Tirion.”

“That river cruise does appeal more and more,” murmured Indis, crossing her ankles and digging her bare toes into the soft dirt. “To lounge around, few servants, many pillows, watch the scenery as we slowly drift along, and when we are bored take a swim in the river.”

“We do need to practice our swimming,” mused Nerdanel.

“Then it’s settled." 

And Findis was invited along, though she was the only one that did any fishing, and the one that picked up after the pair, as Indis and Nerdanel weren’t what one would call the neatest of elves. 

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I thought it was obvious Orodreth was the one with the least friendly feelings towards his Fëanorian cousins (or really, any of his Noldor side). He is the only one to speak with her father against Fëanor in the plaza of Tirion (and omg the amount of courage that must have been to go against the popular mob and his oldest uncle and prince who’s waving around torches and swords and inflaming the crowd). Unlike Angrod and Aegnor, there’s no discarded draft version where they were closer friends with Fëanor’s middle sons, nor does Orodreth go like Finrod on hunting and camping trips with Turgon, Maedhros, or Maglor. He isn’t Aredhel or Fingon. Either we have a generation gap with Orodreth as Angrod’s son rarely in the company of his cousins – or Orodreth was not close to and had no desire for closeness with any of that side of the family.

Orodreth’s chosen land holdings are close to his brothers and King Fingolfin. He follows the lead and example of his brother Finrod and King Thingol. He was the one to side with his father against the Noldor Rebelllion in the first place  He specifically cites Finrod’s trusting and forgiving nature and his desire to be morally clean as to why he allows Celegorm and Curufin to leave Nargothrond with their lives instead of allowing mob-driven capital punishment. 

About the only time I see evidence purported for a friendly relationship between Orodreth and Celegorm & Curufin is that the two rescued Orodreth during the escape from Tol Sirion. But there’s no evidence of this in any draft I’ve found yet. Nor does it make sense in the timeline unless we have perfectly contrived timing. 

Curufin and Celegorm flee west during the Bragollach when Morgoth’s armies attack, having been cut off from Himring and all their brothers’ territories to the east. The  impression from the text on whether the fiery assaults on Hithlum, Dorthonion, and down the Gap of Maglor were simultaneous or a rolling campaign going west to east is ambiguous, I think, but the adjective of Sudden and how caught unawares the Noldor were makes a strong case for attacks all at once at the various locations instead of each of the border regions either holding out or falling one by one. We know Fingolfin rides out to his duel with Morgoth after he hears that Dorthonion has fallen and most of the sons of Fëanor driven from their lands. Celegorm and Curufin are fleeing or have already fled to Nargothrond by the time Fingolfin rides north, which is counted the post-script to the Fourth Battle. We know Orodreth holds out in Tol Sirion for two years after the Fourth Battle – which makes perfect sense, as if that pass had been taken and thus orcs free to cross in Dimbar and the plains west and south of Brethil (which they will), then it becomes all that more difficult for Celegorm and Curufin to safely make it all the way to Nargothrond. Unless it took two years for Celegorm and Curufin to cross the Dungortheb and the road through the Crossings of Teiglin down to Nargothrond, being on the road at such a late date to meet up with Orodreth’s forces as they are fleeing Sauron south from Tol Sirion on their own escape to Nargothrond, the events are separate. Celegorm and Curufin’s forces arrive in Nargothrond a few weeks or months after the Dagor Bragollach, possibly right before or after Finrod returns from the Fens of Serech trying to rescue his brothers. That Orodreth is holding the siege lines at Tol Sirion is a key reason why the Fëanorians can arrive safely to refuge with Cousin Finrod. About a year to a year and a half later Orodreth and his refugees arrive at Nargothrond to find already there and highly treated the cousins he had actively spoken against in Tirion and who we know via Caranthir and Angrod have some bad blood and feelings lingering (And if Curufin is his father’s strongest supporter e.g. Losgar, then Orodreth is for Finarfin). That Orodreth could feel resentful of these arrivals before him taking time and resources away from the brother he clearly admires, who won’t even be there if not for him, seems more natural, especially if it is built upon old underlying animosity. We know Curufin especially will try to jockey power and control in Nargothrond to what he sees as the rightful (i.e. older) branch of the Noldor royalty – namely away from Orodreth. He calls Orodreth a dullard, and there’s far more evidence of a contemptuous and antagonistic relationship between them than anything else.

(So for head-canon we can suggest that Orodreth as son of Angrod picked up his father’s not-quite-feud with his Fëanorian cousins, or that Orodreth was particularly close to his Teleri cousins of his mother’s side, or just that the Kin-slayings that obviously and naturally affected the sons of Eärwen were harder for Orodreth to forgive than Finrod, or Orodreth knew of how little his cousins thought of his intelligence and bravery, or blamed them for why he was even in Beleriand when he didn’t support the idea in the first place – which begs the question of his loyalty to Finrod outweighing everything else?- or they were rivals in Nargothrond for influence and power long before and especially during and after the coup d’état or all or the above).

And for quote quota: 

“There now arose a growing storm,
a clamour of many voices loud,
and folk whom Curufin had cowed
and their own king had help denied,
in shame and anger now they cried:
‘Come! Slay these faithless lords untrue!
Why lurk they here? What will they do,
but bring Finarfin’s kin to naught?
Treacherous cuckoo-guests unsought,
away with them!’ But wise and slow
Orodreth spoke: ‘Beware, lest woe
and wickedness to worse ye bring!
Finrod is fallen. I am king.
But even as he would speak, I now
command you. I will not allow
in Nargothrond the ancient curse
from evil unto evil worse
to work. With tears for Finrod weep
repentant! Swords for Morgoth keep!
No kindred blood shall here be shed.
Yet here shall neither rest nor bread
the brethren find who set at naught
Finarfin’s house. Let them be sought,
unharmed, to stand before me! Go!
The courtesy of Finrod show!’
In scorn stood Celegorm, unbowed,
with glance of fire in anger proud
and menacing; but at his side
smiling and silent, wary-eyed,
was Curufin, with hand on haft
of his long knife. And then he laughed,
and ‘Well?’ said he. ‘Why didst thou call
for us, Sir Steward? In thy hall
we are not wont to stand. Come, speak,
if aught of us thou hast to seek.”
Cold words Orodreth answered slow:
‘Before the king ye stand. But know,
of you he seeks for naught. His will
ye come to hear, and to fulfill.
Be gone for ever, ere the day
shall fall into the sea! Your way
shall never lead you hither more,
nor any son of Fëanor;
of love no more shall there be bond
between your house and Nargothrond!’”