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The Lord of the Rings Meme | ten scenes (2/10)

Farewell to Lórien.

This is my favorite fucking scene. 

If you’ve read the Silmarillion, you know who Fëanor was. If you don’t, Fëanor was the dickhead who created the Silmarils: three indescribably beautiful and magical jewels that contained the light and essence of the world before it became flawed. They were the catalyst for basically every important thing that happened in the First Age of Middle Earth.

It is thought that the inspiration for the Silmarils came to Fëanor from the sight of Galadriel’s shining, silver-gold hair.

He begged her three times for single strand of her beautiful hair. And every time, Galadriel refused him. Even when she was young, Galadriel’s ability to see into other’s hearts was very strong, and she knew that Fëanor was filled with nothing but fire and greed.

Fast forward to the end of the Third Age.

Gimli, visiting Lorien, is also struck by Galadriel’s beauty. During the scene where she’s passing out her parting gifts to the Fellowship, Galadriel stops empty-handed in front of Gimli, because she doesn’t know what to offer a Dwarf. Gimli tells her: no gold, no treasure… just a single strand of hair to remember her beauty by.

She gives him three. Three.

And this is why Gimli gets to be an Elf Friend, people. Because Galadriel looks at him and thinks he deserves what she refused the greatest Elf who ever lived—- and then twice that. And because he has no idea of the significance of what she’s just given him, but he’s going to treasure it the rest of his life anyway.

Just look at that smile on Legolas’s face in the last panel. He gets it. He knows the backstory. And I’m pretty sure this is the moment he reconsiders whether Elves and Dwarves can’t be friends after all.

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Not to mention that Gimli is super polite and bashful about it. He’s all “I’m not expecting you to give it, my lady, but you asked me to name what my heart desires, and I’d like one hair from your golden head but srsly, not expecting you to give it to me~” and like he’s just so sweet and adorable and shy and honestly I love that scene so much!!!

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LOTR AU where Feanor is asked to destroy the One Ring and walks into Mordor and just screams “SAURON WHAT’S GOOD”

#Atya no

ATYA YES

I’m trying to decide whether he’d try to use the ring himself, or if he’d scoff and consider it inferior workmanship, therefore being the only person TOO ambitious for the ring to control

markedasinfernal:

So has anyone ever noticed that Cadbury Creme Eggs have a full fledged Fëanorian star on them?

For it is said that Fëanor began a long and secret labour, and he summoned all his lore, and his power, and his subtle skill; and at the end of all he made the Creme Eggs. As great jewels they were in form. Like orbs of richest chocolate they appeared, yet they were tastier than all others, so that no mortal could disparage or refuse them within the Kingdom of Arda. Yet that chocolate was to the Creme Eggs but as is the body to the Children of Ilúvatar: the house of its inner fire, that is within it and yet in all parts of it, and is its life. And the inner fire of the Creme Eggs Fëanor made of the blended fondant of the Sugar Canes of Valinor, whose glucose lives in them yet, though the Sugar Canes have long withered. All who dwelt in Aman were filled with wonder and delight at the work of Fëanor. – The Silmarillion, Cadbury™ Ed. 2015.

kanafinwhy:

Hi my name is Curufinwë Fëanáro Finwion and I have long ebony black hair that reaches my mid-back and eyes like silver fire (that’s how I got my name) and a lot of people I tell me I look like my mother Míriel Þerindë (AN: if you don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!) I’m not related to Rúmil but I wish I was because he’s a great linguist and a major fucking hottie. I’m an elf and my ears are straight and pointy. I’m also a prince, of the Ñoldor in Tirion in Valinor, where I’m my father’s true heir (I’m the firstborn). I’m a smith (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly armour. I love the forge and make all of my jewels there. For example today I was wearing a silver breastplate, with a red cloak and a war helm with matching red plume and carrying a sword. I was walking beside the Mindon Eldaliéva. The Trees had been killed so there was no light and my Silmarils were locked away back in Formenos, which I was very happy about. The Valar and my half-brother stared at me. I put my middle finger up at them. 

I haven’t yet been able to read the Silm, so I’m wondering what you mean by the oath in the ask about Tauriel and the Fëanorian’s?

The Oath of Feanor. Tolkien calls it ‘a terrible and unbreakable oath… that should never have been taken.” It was spoken by Feanor and his seven sons after Morgoth nicked the Silmarils, and it was the driving force behind EPIC FIRST AGE PAIN AND ANGST.

Here is the Oath itself:

“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!”

Basically, if you have a Silmaril and keep it, the Feanorians will come fuck you up. 

Sooo, descendants of Feanor though… it’s uncertain as to whether the children of his sons would be bound by the oath? I can’t remember if Celebrimbor is ever mentioned as being bound to it. Either which way, it is less like an oath in the end and more like a whip, driving them on and on to acts of both heroism and horror. They called upon Eru himself to be witness. Yikes. Yikes. 

(and this is also why I personally can’t see the Arkenstone as a Silmaril, though I can understand those who do! Pretty as it is, it doesn’t look like it contains the mingled holy light of Terlperion and Laurelin – but more importantly the doom of the Oath would then fall upon the Dwarves and haven’t they suffered enough without another massacre, guh. Not to mention, Sauron would also ve veeeery interested in getting one of his Master’s favourite shinies.

Oooh, but a fic where the last surviving son Maglor limps to the Lonely Mountain, weary unto death, but spurred onwards by the mercilessness of the Oath… eeeeeee that’d be kinda awesome…NO DETS NO)

At that moment Elrond came out with Gandalf, and he called the Company to him. ‘This is my last word,’ he said in a low voice. ‘The Ring-bearer is setting out on the Quest of Mount Doom. On him alone is any charge laid; neither to cast away the Ring, nor to deliver it to any servant of the Enemy nor indeed to let any handle it, save members of the Company and the Council, and only then in gravest need. The others go with him as free companions, to help him on his way. You may tarry, or come back, or turn aside into other paths, as chance allows. The further you go, the less easy it will be to withdraw; yet no oath or bond is laid on you to go further than you will. For you do not yet know the strength of your hearts, and you cannot foresee what each may meet upon the road.’

‘Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens,’ said Gimli.

‘Maybe,’ said Elrond, ‘but let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.’

‘Yet sworn words may strengthen the quaking heart,’ said Gimli.

‘Or break it,’ said Elrond.