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Pure Mayhem

Summary:

A collection of reference works for Otter Mayhem

Edited 7/18/24 to add names to the chart in chapter 2.

Notes:

Working on this in slow motion today, y'all.
There should be Map, Character Names Chart, Ficlets and Wordvomits, Songs, and Cultural Organization chapters by the time I'm through.

(See the end of the work for other works inspired by this one.)

Chapter 1: A Map

Chapter Text

I started with Steven White, Jr.'s base map of Valinor (accessed off Tolkien Gateway and used here under the GNU Free Documentation License) and added in some more trees and moved a few things, and then put in the Mayhem locales where I have been picturing them. As for map scale, Valinor is magic, and the Valar affect their surroundings, so how far apart things are... varies wildly on lots of axes.

Map:
A map of Valinor with most cannon locations marked, such as Tirion, Valmar, Alqualonde, and Avallone, with the homes of the Valar, and also added on the fanfic-specific locations of Tumfalas, Ereinion's Settlement, The Stoneworker's Guild, and New Gondolin.

Chapter 2: Character Names Chart

Chapter Text

Asterisk indicates made-up characters, daggers indicate cannon characters who I have named because they didn't have one before (or my additions to their names, like I made up Turgon and Argon's mother-names). I tried to group by family, for the most part to organize the list, but... it's a long list. 

 

Names

Sindarin

Quenya

Meaning

  

Craft

Notes

Tuor

Tuor

Unknown, mannish

    

Sea lion

Idril Celebrindal

Itarillë

Sparkling Brilliance (Silver foot)

  

City Planning

  

Gaerdil

Earendil

Lover of the Sea

  

Navigation

Walrus

Elwing

Elenwingë

Star Spray

      

Elros Peredhel

Elerossë Perelda

Star-foam, Half Elf

  

Politics

Leopard Seal

Enelfinwe (between-Finwe) Cantefinwe (fourth)

Elrond Peredhel

Elerondo Perelda

Star-dome, Half-Elf

  

Healing

Harp Seal

Endafinwe (heart/center-Finwe) Cantefinwe (fourth)

Celebrian Tinneth

Telemnatari Tindissë

Silver Queen She Who Glints

  

Gardening

Married Elrond in 109. Sailed in 2510

Rodnor Finellach Ereinion Gil-Galad

Artanaro Finhenaro Araniyon Elen-Alta

Noble-Fire, Flame of Hair and Eye, Scion of Kings, Star-Light

  

Dyeing (discovered after rebirth)

Prefers Ereinion

Elrohir, Rohir

Eldaroquen, Roquen

Elf-knight

  

Healing

Northern River Otter

S(th)uriefinwe (seeking Finwe) Lempefinwe (fifth) 

*Paenvellon

Maiwendil

Petrel’s (gull) Friend

      

Glamremes

  

Echoing wife

    

Paen’s mother

Caduvenn

  

Shaped husband

    

Paen’s father

Elladan, Adan

Eldatanno, Tanno

Elf-man

  

Storytelling

Sea Otter

S(th)ornafinwe (steadfast Finwe) / Thalafin

Lempefinwe (fifth) 

Legolas

Laicolasso

Green Leaf

      

Thranduil

Vëatuilë

Vigorous Spring

      

†Pelilasiel

Sintalassiel

Fading Leaf Daughter

    

Legolas’ mother, died in the flight from Amon Lanc, 1080

*Bregnir

Rincaner

Sudden Man

    

Legolas’ oldest brother, died at Dagorlad

*Rilchon

Alcarion

Brilliant Brother

    

Legolas’ brother, died in the flight from Amon Lanc, 1080

Arwen Aduilel

Arwendë Undomiel

Noble-Maiden, Evenstar

  

Architecture

Rhunic Small-Clawed Otter

Carefinwë/ Carfin (building finwe) 

Edhelion

Eldarion

Son of the Elves

    

Aragorn’s heir 

†Nellrian

Nyellëtari

Queen of Bells

    

Older daughter of Arwen and Aragorn

†Auriel

Ariniel

Morning Daughter

    

Youngest child of Aragorn and Arwen

Glorfindel, Glaur

Laurefindelë, Laurë

Goldilocks, Gold

    

Also, Sunshine 

Erestor

Eressetorno

Lonely Brother

  

Bookbinding

  

Ecthelion, Ecthel

Ehtëllo, Ehtë

Spear-point, Spear

  

Plumbing

  

*Coruneth

Curunissë

Cunning Girl

    

Ecthel’s wife

Maethon

Mahtan

Handler

  

Smithing

Nerdanel’s father 

Leithianith

Runallë

Woman who Frees

  

Painting

Mahtan’s wife 

Curufin Faenor (Feanor)

Curufinwë Fëanaro Finwion

Skilled Finwe, Spirit of Fire

  

Jewelsmithing

  

Dirbiel

Nerdanel Mahtaniel

Daughter of a strong man

  

Sculpture

  

Maedhros, Rhoso, Nailo

Nelyo, Russandol, Russo, 

Nelyafinwë Maitimo

    

Statecraft / drawing

  

Maglor, Cono

Makalaurë, Kano (Mako) Kanafinwë

    

Song

  

Celegorm, Celeg, Turo

Tyelkormo, Tyelko, Turko, Turkafinwë

    

Hunting / drawing

  

Caranthir, Moro

Carnistir, Moryo, Morifinwë

    

Weaving / logic

  

Curufin, Curo

Curufinwë Atarinkë, Curvo

    

blacksmithing

  

Amrod, Pino, Amrhosco

Ambarussa, U/Ambarto, Pityo

Atyarussa, Pityafinwë

    

Glasswork

Auburn Hair

Amras, Telo, Amrhosco

Ambarussa, Telvo

Minyarussa, Telufinwë

    

Glass/gardening

Strawberry Blonde

†Lumreth

Lairissë Eteruniel

Shady maiden

  

Trade

Curufin’s wife, died at Alqualonde 

Celebrimbor, Celebrin

Curufinwë Tyelperinquar, Tyelpë

Silverfist, Silver

  

Jewelsmithing

  

†Megdis Gelialiell

Netyissë Parariel

Decorated lady Daughter of a learned man

  

Pottery

Maglor’s wife

Fingolfin

Nolofinwë Arakano

Wise Finwë High Commander

  

Papercrafting 

  

Angaeril Idneth

Anairë Ítanis

Holiest Lady, Flickering Lady

  

Writing

  

Fingon, Fin

Findekano, Findo

Astaldo

Hair-Commander

Valiant

  

Glass blowing

  

Turgon, Tur

Turukano, Turo

†Carasto

Victory Commander

Who Builds

  

Architecture

Married Elenwe 

Aredhel Ireth

Arateldë / Irissë

Noble Elf, Desirable Lady

  

Leatherworking

Married Eol

Argon, Ar

Arakano, Aro

†Veryamo

High Commander

Who Dares

  

Wrestling

Never used Sindarin name

Elpen

Elenwë

Star-person

      

Maeglin Tinnuion

Maicitilo Lomion

Sharp-Glance, Son of Twilight

  

Smithing

  

Finarfin

Arafinwë Ingoldo

Noble Finwë The Wise

  

Illuminating Manuscripts

  

Aearwen

Earwen

Sea Maiden

  

Glass blowing

  

Finrod Angolodh

Findarato Ingoldo

Gold-haired Champion, The wise

  

Beadwork

Would be Findo/Fin in short just like Fingon. His siblings used his MN, but his cousins often called him Arato/Rod

Angrod

Angarato, Ango

Angamaitë

Iron Champion

Iron-handed

  

Candlemaking

Married Eldalotë/ Edhellos

Aegnor

Ambarato, Ambaro

Aikanaro, Aiko 

Champion of Doom

Sharp Flame 

  

Won’t choose, fibre-focus

Goes by mother name

Galadriel

Arthaneth Dirwen

Altariel

Artanis Nerwen

Maiden crowned with radiant garland

Noble-Woman Man-Maiden

  

Makes light crystals

Prefers epesse (Celeborn gave it to her)

Ovareth

Amarië

Of the Home

    

Vanya

*Faelwen

Failwendë

Fair (Just) Maiden

    

Finrod’s daughter

*Heneril

Handarë

She Who Understands

    

Finrod’s daughter

Edhellos

Eldalotë

Elven-flower

  

Apothecary

  

Orodreth

Artaresto

Mountaineer

  

Basketry

Angrod’s son

†Helchiel

Helcariel

Daughter of Bitter Cold

  

Winemaking 

Orodreth’s wife, Finduilas’ mother

Finduilas Faelivrin

Findnullassien Ilcamaril

Hair of dusky leaves, Gleam on the Ivrin (crystal)

  

Soapmaking

Orodreth’s daughter, Ereinion’s adopted sister

Gwindor

Helwatur

Pale Blue Lord

  

Wood carving

  

Celeborn Galadhonion

Telporno Aldairion

Tall Silver

      

Gladhwen

Baneth

Lalwendë, Lalwen

Irimë

Laughing Maiden

Beautiful

  

Cartography

Gil’s mom / Finwë’s daughter

*Gaurwen

Naurwendë

Werewolf Girl

    

Lalwen’s wife, Teler kin of Cirdan

*Berion

Varyamo (Varyo) Mistarion

Protector Son of The Wanderer

  

Cooking

Lalwen’s husband

Elu Thingol

Elwë Sindicollo

Star-man Grey Cloak

    

S in Q is thorn in Feanorian accent

Luthien

Lohtiel 

Daughter of Inflorescence

    

Luthien

Dior Eluchil

Neuro Elwehil

Successor Thingol’s heir

      

Nimloth

Fanalossë

White Blossom

      

Elured

Elwaryonno

Elu’s Heir

    

Older, braver

Elurin

Elwerinno

Remembrance of Elu

    

Younger, kinder

Edrahil

Latyahilë

Open follower

  

Historical Linguistics

Finrod’s man from Nargothrond

Taenu

Ingwë

Highest, top

    

?????????

Taenion Niren

Hestilamaeg

Ingwion Nierëa Hestosilmaica

Ingwe’s Son, Bee-ish Captain Starblade

      

†Ilwen

Ilwen

All-lady

    

High Queen of Elves

Indis

Indis

Great Lady, Bride

      

Nimrodel

Fanarotelë

White Cave Lady

      

Olfu

Olwe

Branch Man

      

†Halfiell

Hyalmië

Shell Girl

    

Olwe’s wife

†Falthon

Falasto

Foaming (verb form)

    

Egalmoth’s father, Olwe’s oldest son

Egalmoth

Aikaldemor

Broadshoulder

    

Archaic

†Rawon

Rávëno

Roarer

    

Olwe’s middle son

†Lendion

Lendion

Son of the Journey

    

Olwe’s younger son

Beleg Cuthalion

Alatwë Cunësorna

Mighty Strongbow

    

S is a thorn in Feanorian accent

Mablung

Lunguma

Heavy-hand

      

Riston Muilchanar

Narcon Yúyalhano

Cleave-guy Twilight Brother

    

Eol

†Bronadis

Vorinissë

Surviving Lady

    

Eol’s mom
 

Elmo

???? Star-guy probs

    

Eol’s dad

Galadhon

Aldairon

Tree-guy

    

Eol’s brother, Celeborn’s dad

†Talvien

Paltiel

Palm-girl

    

Galadhon’s wife

†Gwisteth

Wiryarë

Woman who changes

    

Thingol’s mom

†Faelor

Ilcaro

Man who gleams

    

Thingol’s dad

†Reniriel

Raniel

Wandering Daughter

    

Oropher’s wife

†Breniadis

Voronwissë

Enduring Lady

    

Eldacar’s wife

†Halramas

        

Arathorn’s second, Halbard’s father

†Didhrandis

        

Halbarad’s mother

Angainon (N)

Khamul (E)

Airëraumo (N)

Thanyëno (N)

Sandev (E)

Bereket (H)

Tamrat (H)

Riderch (D)

Odovacar (R)

  

Iron-guy


Seastorm dude

Rules-man (thorn)

    

Easterling might be Indian-ish

Dunlending is Celtic

Rhunic is latinized-gothic

Haradic is Amharic

Egnawen Randirneth

Ecyawen Ranyamë

Sharp Woman

She who wanders

    

Ingwe and Indis’s much younger sister, Glaur’s grandma

Braneth

  

Unknown, Mannish

    

Haleth’s mother
           
           

OCs

          

*Gwaerhîn

Waiwaronya

Stormchaser

    

Elladan’s dapple grey stallion, one dark ear, one light, chevron on his face

*Gwilwileth

Wilwarin

Butterfly

    

Elrohir’s mare, bay with black points and a white star shaped like a teardrop, but the point curls over

*Hithion

Hision

Mist’s Son

    

Ingwion’s stallion, fleabitten grey

*Luineth

Luinië

Blue-girl

    

Ingwe’s mare, blue roan

*Gaereth

Aireth

Reddish girl

    

Argon’s mare

*Saebon

Saiporo

Boots

    

Curufin’s mule

*Ruinu

Runyawë

Red-flame one

    

Maia of Aulë, lava flows

*Raefeth

Rembissë 

One who entraps

    

Hunter

*Redhrion

Rerion

Son of Sowers

    

Kindi Hunter from Rog’s people

*Rada

Ráta

Excellent One

    

Maia of Oromë, Foresters (berry bushes)

*Teilienor

Tyaliëewë

One who plays sports

    

Maia of Oromë, Hunters (willow trees)

Color

Colron

Man who bears

    

Hunter
 

Rimpon

Rushing Man

    

Hunter

*Feiredir

Faraner

Sufficient One

    

Turgon’s steward

*Mithon

Mistano

Grey one

    

Advisor to Gil-Galad

*Celairphen

Calarquen

Noble Lamp

    

Servant to Gil-Galad

*Raegor

Raicawë

Crooked guy

    

Gil-Galad’s general, they/them

*Bruiven 

Romyawë

Noisy Person

    

Lindon Courtier

*Glaspen

Alasquen

Joyous One

    

Glor’s Patrol Officer

*Faunith

Fanyissë

Cloud Lady

    

Glor’s Patrol

*Himeldor

Himyatorno

Abiding Brother

    

Glor’s Patrol

*Gliron

Liro

Song/poem Man

    

Glor’s Patrol

*Cileth

Ceulissë

Renewed Lady

    

Imladris’ chief gardener

*Lachiel

Nariel

Daughter of Flame

    

Thranduil’s Guard Captain

*Taurphen

Taurequen

Forest Person

    

Lachiel’s Second

*Nangirion

        

Mirkwood guard

*Harthriel

Harthranel

Hope Princess

    

Teleri Fishmonger

*Herion

Horion

Impulsive Son

    

Ithilien Elf

*Gladhron

Lalon

Laughing Man

    

Ithilien Teleri Captain

*Hirnith

Hirmë

She Who Finds

  

Sculpture

Stoneworkers’ guild

*Pador

Vantar

One Who Walks

  

Mosaics

Stoneworkers’ Guild

*Eithon

Asyano

Assisting Man

    

Ecthelion’s Steward (s in Q is thorn in Feanorian accent)

*Triwathon 

Terenlaitho

Slender Shadow guy

  

Smithing

Gondonlindrim apprentice smith

*Caranorphen 

Carnorwë

Red Land Person

  

Smithing

Gondolindrim smith, they/them

*Ramdaer

  

Wall Groom

    

Gondolin gate-guard 

*Elenlossil

  

Star-snow

    

Elemmakil’s sister

*Ferion

Manwaner

Prepared man

  

Smithing

Tirion Courtier

*Maedaer

Milyaner

Soft/gentle man

    

Arafinwe’s steward

*Eglerior

Laitwë

Praise Person

  

Mindhealing

Healer from Nargothrond, they/them

*

Quildolorno

Man of Quiet Dreams

  

Smithing

Aulendil

*

Culumaldwë

Orange Tree Person

  

Smithing

Aulendil
 

Tavárëo

Wooden man

  

Smithing

Aulendil

*Peleth

Sintallë

She who fades

    

Kindi on the Council of the Valar, 

S in Q is thorn in Feanorian accent

*Careth

Ampanissë

She who builds

Given name is something about falling leaves

  

Rog’s mother (bio), Kindi on the Council of the Valar

*Nartheth

Nartissë

She who kindles

    

Kindi on the Council of the Valar

*Lastrien

Lastrien

Listening Daughter

    

Rog’s Steward

*Lumornil / Lumorn

Laimië

Tree-shade Lady

    

Rog’s Mom

*Tuinir / Tui

Tuianon

Sprout Man

    

Rog’s Dad

*Limdir / Lim

Lingwë

Fish guy

    

Rog’s Father (bio)

*Thondaer /Thond

Sundo/ner

Root-groom

    

Rog’s oldest brother (father)

*Filechanar / Fileg

Aiwe/hano

Little-bird brother

    

Rog’s brother (heart)

*Ninniachron / Ninniach

Helyanwe/ron

Rainbow guy

    

Rog’s brother (father)

*Aurdaer / Aur

Arin/ner

Morning-groom

    

Rog’s youngest older brother (full)

*Trastriell

  

Trouble (v) daughter

    

Aurdaer’s wife

*Falchiel / Falch

Falqua/iel

Ravine-girl

    

Rog’s oldest sister (mother)

*Mallos

Lavarë

Golden Flower 

    

Rog’s middle sister (full)

*Gwaundes / Gwaun

Van/issë

Goose-lady

    

Rog’s youngest older sister (heart)

*Teithadis

Tucindë

Drawing Lady

    

Egalmoth’s Mother

*Gaeleth 

Rilyissë

Glittering Lady

    

Egalmoth’s Aunt

*Cedhrien

Cenastiel

Daughter of Opportunity

    

Egalmoth’s cousin (Quenya name is more poetic, Daughter of perhaps)

*Faervel

Fëabelë

Strong spirit

    

Iathrim marchwarden captain before Mablung

*Eithadis

Ercanissë

Sharp/stabby lady

    

Elrond’s chief healer

*Leithiadis

Rúnamë

Woman who frees

    

Board Head of Valmar’s University

*Dammadis

Nambisse

Hammer lady

    

Crafter’s guildhead in Valmar

*Pethion

Parion

Son of words

    

Egalmoth’s steward

*Dornincostion

Noricostion

Son of Quarrel’s Land

  

Crystal glass figurines

Swarovski

*Therion

Serion

Son of  Sewing

  

Clockmaker

Mirdain

*Faron

Faroner

Hunter

  

Enameling

Tirionite Noldo

*Devron

Nevon

Try-guy

    

Fingon’s follower

*Orchaldor

Hallatur

Tall Lord

    

Tirionite Noldo

*Thurinor

Huriner

Hidden Guy

    

Tirionite Noldo

*Remlasidir

Lillassëner

Many Leaf Guy

    

Tirionite Noldo

*Roros

Arirost

Raniest 

  

Smithing

Mirdain Apprentice

*Incam

Intyar

We Guess

  

Smithing

Mirdain Apprentice, they/them

*Nallaron

Nahamo

Summoner 

  

Smithing

Mirdain Apprentice

*Binwain Gelior

Ampitya Parendo

Littlest Apprentice (“learner”)

  

Smithing

Mirdain Apprentice, son of one of the journeymen

*Laegneth

Laicarië

Green Sister

    

Coruneth’s cellmate

*Northriel

Nortariel

Runner’s Daughter

    

Coruneth’s cellmate

*Mirion

Mirion

Jewel’s son

    

Coruneth’s cellmate

*Harthor

Harthon

One who hopes

    

Coruneth’s cellmate

Rossenith

  

Rain sister

    

Harthor’s wife

Maerdes

  

Useful/fit girl

    

Harthor and Rossenith’s daughter

*Sarnthel

Sarsellë

Rock Sister

    

Thrall Rog Killed

(name is Middle-Quenya, so archaic)

*Corch

Corco

Crow

    

Glaur’s law-brother

*Lottereth

Olótië

Blooming girl

    

Glaur’s sister

*Ardaer

Araner

Noble Groom

    

Arnorian Edain

*Iston

Istaner

Wise Guy

    

Arnorian Edain

*Laerorn

Lairornë

Summer Tree

    

Son of the Greenwood ambassador to Imladris

*Trinir

Terner

Through Guy

    

Arnorian Edain

*Tolthion

Tultion

Son of Retriever

    

One of Aragorn’s advisors

*Cadhriel

Catriel

Maker’s Daughter

    

Paen’s parents’ neighbor

*Gwaineth

Winyárië

New Girl

    

Wolf

*Harthluin

Harthluin

Blue hope

    

Dreamwolf

*Hadirion

Hatnerion

Son of Throwers

    

Iathrim marchwarden

*Silion

Silmion

Son of Silver

    

Vanya, Old Faction

*Col

Col

Carry

    

Chieftess of the Hirnalie

*Nanwen

Anwa

Real

    

Col’s second

*Tovenrim

Hirnalië

Found People

    

Former orcs

*Indor

Sanaro 

Guy Who Minds

    

Vanya music teacher

*Ganelbes

Nandadis

Harp Wife

    

Vanya musical scholar

*Uhaelben

Usailwë

Unwise Person

  

Navigation

Navigator of the Wandering Company, former Feanorion, They/Them

*Lestil

  

Bounded woman

    

Driver of the second wagon (Wandering Company)

*Celephiniel

  

Silver-hair daughter

    

Ox-captain of the 3rd wagon, married to Ethirdor (Wandering Company)

*Ethirdor 

  

Estuary Brother

    

Driver of the 3rd wagon, married to Celephiniel (Wandering Company)

*Iorthomes

  

Old Pine Wife

    

Maglor’s Cavalry captain / Elrond’s housekeeper

*Beldis

  

Strong Lady

    

Maedhros’ edain watch captain at Amon Ereb

*Gail

  

Bright Light

    

Argon’s chief guard

they/them

*Annundir

  

Sunset man

    

Chief of Basgorn’s messenger corps

*Idhrendir

  

Thoughtful man

    

messenger

*Brandor

  

Lofty person

    

Messenger

they/them

*Hurnith

  

Vigorous lady

    

messenger

*Iauneth 

  

Sanctuary girl

    

messenger

*Galor

  

Fortunate person

    

Messenger

they/them

*Auglach

  

Unknown, mannish

    

Edain messenger

*Aerinel

  

Unknown, Mannish

    

Brandir’s wife

*Hireth

Hirrë

Woman who finds

    

Finarfin’s captain in Beleriand

*Anirineth

Yestainië

Yearned Woman

    

Lalwen/Gaurwen/Berion’s daughter

Braspen

  

White-hot person

    

Gondolindhrim they/them
 

Liltissë

Dancing lady

    

Chief Healer in Valmar’s palace
 

Ahyano 

Change guy

    

Valmar palace steward
 

Nambissë 

Hammer lady

    

Chief Smith in Valmar
 

Rúnamë 

Woman who frees

    

Valmar University Board head
 

Panyaro

Guy who fixes

    

Former finance committee member
 

Alcarinwë

Glorious person

    

Development committee social worker
 

Lemyallë

Tarrying Woman

    

Development committee engineer, married to Ceutamë
 

Tixë

Dot

    

Aulendil apprentice
 

Histë 

Dusk

    

Manyaro’s horse, seal-point bay stallion
 

Manyaro

Blessing Guy

    

House of Fire Dragons, most conservative in Valmar
 

Culúrien

(another name for Laurelin)

    

Halon’s horse
 

Halon

Shadow Man

    

Head of the House of Golden Trumpets

Amarie’s father
 

Sacamo

One who searches (male)

    

Valmar’s herdmaster
 

Tintilar

One who twinkles (male)

    

Head of the House of Dancing Stars
 

Cendano

Guy who watches

    

Captain of the Royal Guard
 

Estemë

Outside-girl

    

Ilwen’s secretary
 

Amanon

Blessed Man

    

Head cook of Valmar Palace
 

Fintalëenil

Friend of Tricks

    

New Minister of Finance
 

Ceutamë

Woman who renews

    

Kindi, beekeeper
 

Tyávmo 

Man who tastes

    

Head of the House of ????
 

Ránenis

Errant Lady

    

Valmar Palace beekeeper, wax worker
 

Ravandanil 

Friend of wilderness

    

Ingwion’s mindhealer
 

Lícumië 

Candle Girl

    

The Library rep on the University Board
 

Mindion

Son of Prominence

    

Valmar University Anthropology professor
 

Nahtallë 

Woman who Slats

    

Manyaro’s daughter
 

Malion

Son of Hurt

    

Halon’s oldest son
 

Tharë

Dry grass girl (thorn)

    

A palace mare
 

Tinwion

Son of Sparks

    

Aulendil journeyman smith
 

Tarminaril

Friend of a Great Tower

    

Aulendil journeyman smith
 

Cethamo

Man who Witnesses

    

Enameling master smith, Aulendil

*Agathac

  

Unknown, mannish

    

Blacksmith in Caras Thorn

Esgalwath

  

Hidden Shadow

    

Oilslick dragon

Uirphen

  

Eternity

    

Turquoise dragon
 

Lúcemo 

Man who enchants

    

Reedmaker’s guildhead
 

Ilcë

Gleaming lady

    

Horn-maker’s guildhead

Placenames

          

*Sarn en Imloth / Basgorn

Sar Nandeloteo / Mastacornë

Rock of the Valley of Flowers / Breadloaf

      

Doriath

Lestanórë

Land of the Girdle

      

Sirion

Sirëlanda

Wide River

      

*Tumfalas

Tumbafalas

Valley on the Shore

      

Alphlond

Alqualondë

Swanhaven

      

Imladris

Imbeláris

Dale of the Cleft

      

Celebrant

Teleptië

Silver-course

    

The Silverlode river and its field

Toll Ereb

Tol Eressëa

Lonely Isle

      

Caladcil

Calacirya

Cleft of Light

      

Taennimritil

Taniquetil

High-White-Peak

      

Athalon

Avallonë

Outer Island

      

Fornost

Formenos

Northern Fortress

    

Typically referred to as “Formenos-that-was” to avoid confusion with the capital of Arthedain in Eriador

Pelennor

Pelendorë

Fenced middle lands

      

Eregion

Ercassëyondë

Holly-region

      

Chapter 3: Ficlets and Wordvomits

Chapter Text

Elrond is a shit-stirrer:
"Varda's *tits*, Cono!" Celeg roared from afar.
Maglor's head jerked up in surprise.
"What did you do?" Maedhros demanded.
Maglor shook his head, bewildered. "I didn't do anything!" he cried.
Celeg burst into the sitting room, eyes blazing fury.
His hair was an incredible shade a shining, verdant green.
Maglor choked.
Maedhros snorted. "Cono," he scolded.
"I didn't!" Maglor cried again. "It *wasn't me*!"
Celeg narrowed his eyes at him. "You're a rotten liar," he growled.
"I would claim that!" Maglor insisted, pointing vehemently. "That is *incredible*! But I did *not* do it!"
Ereinion and Celebrian were both laughing too hard to speak.
Maedhros was biting his lips not to join them. "Maybe it'll help," he managed to gasp.
Celeg turned his furious glare on their oldest brother.
"You blend in," Maedhros said, visibly biting down on his hilarity.
The seal on the rug honked agreeably.
Maglor narrowed his eyes, peering at the particularly smug tilt of the seal's grin.
"It's true," Celebrian managed to get out around her musical laughter. "Perhaps it will keep you from trouble?"
Ereinion snorted inelegantly.
Celeg growled, low.
"That's the exact shade Vana was wearing when she visited last," Maglor observed blandly, still eyeing his foster son out of the corner of his eyes. "You match, now."
Elrond nodded, looking as sage and bland as a seal ever could.
Celeg pointed at Maglor. "You will *regret* this," he warned, and stalked away.
Maedhros finally broke, giggling helplessly. "Cono, *why*?"
"I DID NOT," Maglor said again. "Look at me, Rhoso, look at me. When have I *ever* failed to own up to a prank I pulled on Celeg? If I had managed to make his hair that fantastically green, I would brag about that for the *rest of the year*. But I did. Not. Do. This." He pointed accusingly at Elrond. "Own up to your tricks, you wretch!"
Elrond honked, flipper patting the rug. He sounded deeply smug.
"You're going to blame *Elrond*?" Maedhros asked.
"Blame, he says," Maglor muttered. "Blame, like I'm casting aspersions." He glared at his brother. "Who covered the entire courtyard in oil and then went sledding in it in high summer? Who convinced all the guards he was an eldritch horror with too many eyes using candles, mirrors, and facepaint? Who replaced every bottle of ink in our entire fortress with salad dressing?" He pointed at Elrond. "It WAS NOT ME!"
Elrond chuffed, tipping his head back into Celebrian's lap and closing his eyes in contentment.
"I thought the ink was Elros," Maedhros said, eyes narrowing.
"Yes, well, Elrond certainly wanted you to think that," Maglor grumbled.

Politics
As for Valinorian politics, I am afraid I have penciled NONE of it in. I have zero details to offer. But like, some broad strokes:
I assume some kind of diplomatic correspondence between Tirion, Valmar, Alqualonde, and Thingol's settlement in the Woods of Orome which I should really name at some point (regarding their relationship and also the maintenance of the mixed-jurisdiction crafter's guilds), and minor correspondence between Tirion and the other Noldorin vassal-realms Avallone, New Gondolin, Formenos (which is literally just Curufin) and nominally Tumfalas (but the Very Mixed Jurisdiction of Tumfalas is baffling to everyone). I'm sure there's lots of tithe/tax paperwork, infrastructure maintenance, and more time than any of the leaders want to spend convincing the worker's guilds not to do weird Science. I also assume there is constant, like, obnoxious political maneuvering of court-style favors and nonsense, which none of the Returned Exiles give two effs about about and ALL the Valinorian Noldor think is Very Important. And the ongoing attempts at Official Reparations from the Exiles to the Teleri, and the attempts to repair relationships between the Noldorin factions; with Maedhros as the head of the house of Feanor, the Feanorian faction is wildly more willing to set aside their complaints with the Nolofinwian faction (as we ALL know Maedhros and Fin are... whatever). But the Nolofinweans aren't quite ready to Let It Go.
Ingwe as King of All Elves--since Finrod's return and polite callout--is doing his Level Best to be more Involved in everything--he goes on progress now, and is going to be involved in the Issue that arises when Eol turns back up. The Returned Exiles are Deeply Skeptical but willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, and the Valinorian Noldor are a little offended, because they think he's doubting their ability, rather than just recognizing his own duty.
The Returned Exiles are also integral in the Noldor's diplomacy with the Returned Avari, because they know significantly more (read: more than none) about them than the Valinorian Noldor do. This is mostly Finrod, and when he's struggling wildly (the various and varied Avari groups mostly think the Noldor [and Vanyar, and the Teleri, and even a lot of the Sindar] are very Silly) he'll write to Turgon who will ask Coruneth for him--she will laugh wildly at him, but she does help. Those of the Avari not in the Woods or with the Hunt are mostly slightly nomadic on the High Plains of Valinor in the north, or chilling with in the jungle-y southern bits of the Pastures of Yavanna, depending on inclination by group.

Hair
Okay, so many hair thoughts.
So the Noldor and Vanya have-I would think-very similar cultural Things about hair, which that it should be neatly braided and kept together and not loose in public (the scandal!). The Noldor, of course, have Ideas about jewelry and clasps and stuff--there's status in binding STUFF into your hair, gemstones and jewels and artistry. The Vanya are more likely to do elaborate things with the hair itself. But both can, do and will, spend literal hours every day putting their hair up before they go out.
The Sindar are different, in my world. The braids themselves are the status (there are a couple of throwaway remarks over the course of this series about Lachiel's Sindar Captain's Braids, or Elrohir putting his role as heir into his hair), and they're readable by other Sindar (it's very Dwarven of them, really, which they would be really mad if you pointed out).
I also think the Sindar, generally speaking, have thicker, coarser hair than the fine-haired Noldor, and hair that is more likely to stay, at least a little, of its own accord. (If Glaur is a representative of the Vanya, at least vaguely genetically, let's not even think about what it takes to organize their hair). I think there is, at least a little, perhaps not status, but at least bragging right among the Sindar if your hair will stay in its braids without ties or clasps--they're much more natural (and also in a hurry to their their braids in to go fight Evil). And they've intentionally designed their braiding style to stay in without ties or clasps. They also have less Indignation about hair being undone in public--two-thirds of their hairstyles leave SOME hair loose, and it's not THAT weird, if you're not off to slay spiders or climb trees, to not braid it at all. The Noldor and Vanyar were Horrified to learn this.
All of this to say, I think Elrond and his boys mostly don't use hair-things, unless they're off to some stupid Noldorin formal event in Tirion, or something that needs to display their Noldorin status. Elladan is more likely to have a tie when his hair is up in a single plait--he got a little bit more of the Noldorin fine/sleekness than Elrohir or Elrond, and also the one single plait doesn't stay in quite as neatly as his Sindar-status braids, or his battle-braids. But he uses a plain leather tie, and doesn't care if he loses it when he changes. Earendil is a full-blown cascade of hairpins and clips and ties, and Elwing just sighs and gathers them all up (the gulls help, except sometimes they steal cool ones, which is both funny and irritating; it's not like he has a shortage, but really.). Tuor's hair is still short so it's not an issue.

Books and Writing
The text was written before Maedhros' re-embodiment, early-mid-Third Age. Caranthir has a number of pen names: a handful that everyone now knows are him, but he keeps them because he publishes very specific things under them (he has one that's specific to writing about the Haladin that it took everyone approximately twelve minutes to figure out was him, but he always uses it when writing about them, and only it, and similar); he has a couple that most people still don't know are him, though most of his family know either because he told them (he wanted Finrod's input) or because they recognize his style (Maedhros proofread everything he wrote before the Darkening, so he KNOWS); he has two or three that most people don't know are his, and he intends to keep it that way, because he's embarrassed (one is for trashy romance novels; no one knows by Maedhros, but Maedhros found them by reading one and recognizing Moro's style, so it's mutually assured destruction at this point if he tells). There is one that he insists isn't his, but Maedhros is pretty sure is his.
They have movable type-- for things like textbooks and workbooks for schooling, that would be better produced en masse, but most treatises and books are still hand written and copied if needed. Elrond does indeed employ copyists-- the thing about being immortal is that your books decay in your possession most annoyingly, especially when you live by the sea. And some of those books, the ones from Beleriand, many of Elrond's library are literally the only copies in the world, and they are priceless historical objects-- Caranthir's field journal from Thargelion revolutionized Valinorian economics in a way even HE didn't as a live lecturer at the university, because other economists could study it in depth in a way that he is far too obnoxious to talk to for that long. Some of those are being copied so that the University in Valmar and the Great Library in Tirion can have copies too.
Some of the Avari tribes are oral cultures; some of them have adopted Tengwar as useful since coming to Valinor and now write down their stories, and some have rejected the paradigm even once available. Some Avari developed their own alphabets in Endore and write their own texts, histories, literature, laws (a few of those even adopted Tengwar after coming despite having their own, because Feanor did actually make pretty brilliant letters).

The Terrible Cat and the Otter
Elladan's tendency to DEMAND snuggles and also the thing where he shows his tummy when he wants attention is inspired by Viola (that's a nickname; her full name is Viola-Get-Down, The Worst Cat In The World). So this is the cat that inspired Elladan, with the plushie Elladan inspired, demonstrating the usual thorough interruption of my writing process: A photograph of a grey striped tabby cat curled up partially on a stuffed sea otter, partially on a laptop, and partially on the lap under the laptop

Arwen's First Change
Arwen was a warm, sweet weight in his lap, and the big storybook was open on a pillow before them. Erestor turned the page; the parchment was thick between his fingers, the ink stroking texture across the page, and the sweeping watercolors bringing the story to life. The book, well loved and deeply treasured, had been a gift for the twins from their grandparents, tales from both Valinor and Doriath, and Arwen loved it.
In the center of the wonderful collection, there was a story about little fish who got lost in a big stream.
"Fsssssh," Arwen murmured happily, petting the cheery illustration of the tale's main character.
"And though the river was wide and deep," Erestor read, pausing to kiss Arwen's hair, and then continued, "He swam bravely, because he knew he had to find his way home."
"Swim," Arwen murmured, patting the blue and green swirls of water.
And then instead of a small elfling, there was an even smaller otter in his lap.
Arwen peered up at him through scrunched, fur-lined eyes. "Meep?" she asked.
Erestor scooped her up in one hand (so tiny!) and rubbed his nose gently against her muzzle. "Shh," he murmured. "Look at you!"
"Cheep?"
"Yes," he agreed. 'You're an otter too, like your brothers."
Arwen gave the most heart-wrenchingly adorable little chirp he'd ever heard, and he closed his eyes, swallowing the coo that wanted to tear out of his throat. "Do you want me to find your daddy so he can help you be an elf again?" he asked softly. "Or shall I put you in the birdbath, to see how you like the water?"
Arwen bounced eagerly in his hand, chirping.
"Birdbath?" he checked, just to be sure.
She cheeped again, bouncing happily and pawing at his thumb.
"Perfect," he said, and held her close to his chest as he carried her out into the garden.

University System
So, the university system is really just, there’s a university in Tirion and one in Valmar. New Gondolin is working on theirs but it’s small (and the snob population in the capitals think of it like community college).
It does cost, but not much in the grand scheme of things (and elven ideas about currency are weird… value is. Complicated in terms of material wealth. Everybody loves gemstones and they’re everywhere but that’s not a thing to base an economy on). There are also LOTS of opportunities (especially in Valmar) for wealthy patrons who think you’re neat, or straight up scholarship funds, to pay your tuition for you.
The Tirionite university is super classist and snobby and rude- part of why Caranthir is THERE: so he can shout at the board of governors and admissions committee until they let people in. He regularly leverages the fact that he basically reinvented economics and trade systems while Beleriand by threatening to go teach in Valmar instead, unless they do xyz. He’s popular enough with his students, brilliant enough at what he does, and tenured enough by now that it’s easier to give in and let “unsavory types” in than risk the public scandal of him actually leaving.
The university in Valmar was like that, before the Exiles started coming back. Then they made the mistake (?) of putting Ingwion on the board, and he single-handedly (though it took time) changed the culture of the university. Now they’re super excited to learn things from ALL the different groups!
Entrance exams in Valmar are topical- generally speaking there’s an audition or examination in the subject you’re going to study, though there originally was also a general test (reading, writing, logic), but it’s more a formality now, since they’re admitting more Avari who don’t read/write Tengwar.
Tirion still uses the elvish equivalent of the SAT. Generally speaking they’re also more like a broad course (you take, like, one class in everything and then a bunch more in your specialization) and Valmar let’s you focus only on your specialization.

Quiet Afternoon in New Gondolin
Idril bit her lip on a smile as she came into the private gardens behind the House of the King. Salgant was reclining back against a cushion in the bole of a tree, Tinnuion draped over his lap. Salgant had his book propped on Tinnu's back, and Tinnu had his sketchbook on the grass under where his chin rested on Salgant's knee.
Elrohir, in his otter-skin, had draped himself over Tinnu's neck, and was watching the movement of Tinnu's pencil with apparent interest.
Elladan, also in his otter-skin, was tucked between Tinnu's flank and Salgant's stomach, snoring audibly.
Tuor muffled his giggle into his hand and started shucking clothes to join their pile. Idril trailed him, gathering up the trail of his clothes to drape over the tree-limb with the boys'. Her husband wedged his muzzle under Salgant's arm to rest his head next to Elladan, and Idril, chuckling, lay down next to him with her head on his flank. It put her perfectly posed to look sideways at Tinnu's sketchbook. "What are you working on?"
Tinnu squeaked and slammed the sketchbook shut. Elrohir sneezed in surprise. "Hi Idril!" Tinnu said hastily.
Salgant laughed softly. "Your name-day present," he explained wryly.
Tuor honked cheerfully, laughing at them.
Idril prodded Elrohir's muzzle. "Where's your father?" she asked, giving Tinnu a pass on talking about his project, since he clearly wanted it to be a surprise.
Elrohir pointed a paw in the direction of the garden gate, squeaking happily.
"Swimming with Glaur and Ecthel, I think," Tinnu explained. "At least I think I heard Coruneth say something about Glaur's shrubbery."
"Good," Idril said. "He can wear them out and perhaps we'll have a peaceful dinner tonight."
"You really think so?" Salgant said sceptically. "It's Glaur and Ecthel."
"And The boys," Tinnu added, "And Erestor and Elrond. And Auntie and Mum. And Uncle Turgon."
"No," Idril said wryly. "But I can dream."

Musical Nerd Friends
"You!" an elf shouted.
Elrond looked up in alarm. Generally speaking, the gardens in the palace were quiet and safe, but they were public, and this could be literally anyone come to confront Maglor.
"What in Elbereth's Name is *this*?" the sinda demanded, shoving a scroll into Maglor's chest.
Elrond started shifting slowly so he could be close enough to intervene if it became necessary.
Instead of tension or alarm like he usually wore when faced with misdeeds in his past, Maglor just looked confused. "What?"
The silver-haired ellon jerked the scroll back out of Maglor's hold and violently unrolled it, shoving it at Maglor's face. "What's *wrong* with you?" he shouted.
Maglor, leaning back from the scroll in bafflement, frowned. "This is mine," he said, taking the scroll.
"OF COURSE IT IS!" the ellon bellowed. "And it's WRONG!"
Maglor frowned at it. "It's fine," he protested.
"It's terrible!" he growled. "What is this, parallel fifths?"
"Yes," Maglor snapped back, "And I did it ON PURPOSE."
"Why?!" the ellon demanded, voice cracking.
Maglor's head tilted curiously. "I thought it was interesting," he said slowly. "Daeron, what's wrong?"
The Sinda, Daeron, waved at the scroll violently. "This is- you-!" he floundered. "I thought you were dying!" he blurted, and immediately looked like he regretted it.
Maglor looked baffled. "What?"
"This is the worst thing I've ever seen you write," Daeron muttered. "And it's-" he half-heartedly waved at the scroll again. "It's about Fading," he muttered, looking everywhere but Maglor.
Maglor gaped artlessly at the other bard. "Did you come here to yell at me or because you were worried?"
"Can't I do both?" Daeron snapped, crossing his arms.
"You hate me!" Maglor protested.
"You hated me first!" Daeron argued. "I just wanted to hear your songs and you were-!"
"Jealous," Maglor filled in.
Daeron stared, open-mouthed.
"Couldn't you tell?" Maglor said. "Rhoso kept going on about how green was a terrible color on me. You were amazing. You've always been amazing."
Daeron flushed. "Your parallel fifths are still dumb," he muttered.
Maglor looked delighted. "Daeron, do you like my music?"
"Not that," Daeron growled, shoving at the scroll. "It's awful."
"It's not great," Maglor agreed. "But I was trying something new, and the first attempt is never great."
Daeron was still scowling at their shoes.
Maglor still looked thrilled. "Daeron," he said slowly.
Daeron looked up, eyes narrowed at something in Maglor's tone.
"Would you," Maglor said slowly.
Daeron took a step back, hands coming up defensively.
"Like to help me with this?" Maglor asked, grinning.
Daeron looked suspicious. "Not if we're using parallel fifths," he grumbled.
"Oh come on," Maglor cajoled. "It could be fun!"
Daeron looked disgusted. "No," he said.
Maglor caught his elbow, winked at Elrond, and started towing Daeron back towards the harp he'd abandoned when Daeron had started yelling. "No, really," he insisted.
Elrond watched them devolve into a blur of musical jargon and vigorously waving hands, shaking his head and grinning.

The FiveTenTwelve Rules of the Forge

1. Protective measures exist for a reason; use them.

2. Change your posture often, and your grip rarely.

3. Your forgefire, your problem.

4. When in doubt, collaborate.

5. If you're not sure, find someone better at it than you.

Corollary: if someone asks your expertise, share.

6. Everything is hot until proven otherwise.

7. Wait until the opportune moment; if you don't know when that is, ask someone who isn't busy.

8. Prepare all materials before you start any project.

9. If it's not yours, don't touch it.

10. If you don't know how long you've been here, it's too long.

Corollary: if you can't remember your last meal, eat before you do anything else.

11. Ask more questions.

12. If you are expermenting in any way, warn everyone around you.

Chapter 4: Songs

Chapter Text

Into the West (Quenya Version)
Or, Ambarussa's Lament
Maglor Feanorion

Lay down
Your weak and weary head,
Dark is falling
You have come to journey’s end.
Rest now
And see all the ones who came before;
Namo’s calling,
From beyond the distant shores.

Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see
All of your pains will pass away
Safe in my arms
You're only sleeping
What do you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?

Across the sea
The pale moon rises
Swan ships have come
To ferry you home
And all will turn
To silver glass
The lights on the water
All Souls pass

Lights fade
Into the world of night
Though shadows falling
Out of memory and time
Don't speak
Though we’ve come now to the end
Namo is calling
You and I will meet again
And you'll be here in my heart
Just sleeping
And all will turn
To silver glass
The lights on the water
All Souls pass
Into the West

Talk To Him You Complete Dumbass
Sung to the Tune of "A Song About an Anglerfish" by Hank Green
Maglor Feanorion

Yes a few things might have slightly changed
But it’s not like you two are estranged
So you got burned and hardly earned
All the scars through which you learned
That when he looks at you he’s judging
When in fact he’s just concerned

But brother it would be great for you
If you could use your words
Life could go much better
If you both weren’t such big turds!

Because you never say a word
Even though your silence is absurd
And you sigh about his eyes
Like his gaze on you is some surprise
I’d like to cut you slack
But we know he likes you back

Yeah we all know that it’s hard
Telling someone that you like them
But if you could get your shit together
That would be nice

Our valiant cousin smiles at you
And your brain turns straight to mush
He plasters himself to your side
And you try to hide your blush
You see, all this is silly
For his care for you is clear
And you should use your goddamn words
Tell him you hold him dear

You look at him; he looks at you
And neither say a thing
The only thing accomplished is
Your necks I want to wring

Because you never say a word
Even though your silence is absurd
And you sigh about his eyes
Like his gaze on you is some surprise
I’d like to cut you slack
But we know he likes you back

Yeah we all know that it’s hard
Telling someone that you like them
But if you could get your shit together
That would be nice

He literally followed you
Straight into hell
There’s no one in the world
Most love that well
I ask your brain to entertain
That your claim is lame
If you think he went to Angband
Purely for the fame

You’re deluded if you think
That he followed you there
Merely out of friendship
And not because he cares

But you never say a word
Even though your silence is absurd
And you sigh about his eyes
Like his gaze on you is some surprise
I’d like to cut you slack
But we know he likes you back

Yeah we all know that it’s hard
Telling someone that you like them
But if you could get your shit together
That would be nice

The Lay of the Helmet Point
 Sung to the Tune of "Barrett's Privateers" by Stan Rogers
Lindir of Imladris

Oh, Gondolin was the place to be,
WHY’S YOUR HELMET GOT A POINT ON IT?
A watchful peace in a secret land
Let them cultivate boredom, you understand?
By Morgoth’s Balls!
He was told (the king you know was a terrible scold)
Stick to the sh*t–just pipes now,
Don’t let him winnow or consider a plow
And please don’t ask about the cow.

The Lord of Fountain did his best,
WHY’S YOUR HELMET GOT A POINT ON IT?
To cheer his friends and lighten the mood
Especially when court was quite subdued
By Morgoth’s Balls!
He was told (the king you know was a terrible scold)
Stick to the sh*t–just pipes now,
Don’t let him winnow or consider a plow
And please don’t ask about the cow.

Glorfindel’s lawns were his pride and joy
WHY’S YOUR HELMET GOT A POINT ON IT?
Except for the day they were filled with forks
Forced to eat with our hands like a bunch of orcs
By Morgoth’s Balls!
He was told (the king you know was a terrible scold)
Stick to the sh*t–just pipes now,
Don’t let him winnow or consider a plow
And please don’t ask about the cow.

The House of the Tree was a sight to see
WHY’S YOUR HELMET GOT A POINT ON IT?
Those shrieks of fear made an awful din
There’s naught to fear from spiders made of tin
By Morgoth’s Balls!
He was told (the king you know was a terrible scold)
Stick to the sh*t–just pipes now,
Don’t let him winnow or consider a plow
And please don’t ask about the cow.

The Heav’nly Arch was not immune
WHY’S YOUR HELMET GOT A POINT ON IT?
He sewed shut every sock in the drawer
I’d never heard words like that before!
By Morgoth’s Balls!
He was told (the king you know was a terrible scold)
Stick to the sh*t–just pipes now,
Don’t let him winnow or consider a plow
And please don’t ask about the cow.

Perhaps Duilen though got it worst
WHY’S YOUR HELMET GOT A POINT ON IT?
His statues all got painted lifelike eyes
On their bodies and limbs to our surprise
By Morgoth’s Balls!
He was told (the king you know was a terrible scold)
Stick to the sh*t–just pipes now,
Don’t let him winnow or consider a plow
And please don’t ask about the cow.

Even the King couldn’t call himself safe
WHY’S YOUR HELMET GOT A POINT ON IT?
Dessert one night was a proper treat
Disguised as a plant but made as a sweet
By Morgoth’s Balls!
He was told (the king you know was a terrible scold)
Stick to the sh*t–just pipes now,
Don’t let him winnow or consider a plow
And please don’t ask about the cow.

Crushed biscuits and marzipan shapes
WHY’S YOUR HELMET GOT A POINT ON IT?
By Ecthel’s grin we should have been alert
But no one expected to eat real dirt
By Morgoth’s Balls!
He was told (the king you know was a terrible scold)
Stick to the sh*t–just pipes now,
Don’t let him winnow or consider a plow
And please don’t ask about the cow.

You think they’d know who to blame by now
WHY’S YOUR HELMET GOT A POINT ON IT?
They always thought it was some other elf
Even when he tried to out himself!
By Morgoth’s Balls!
He was told (the king you know was a terrible scold)
Stick to the sh*t–just pipes now,
Don’t let him winnow or consider a plow
And please don’t ask about the cow.

The Song of the Lonely Fountain
 Lindir of Imladris

The house was set in disarray, no sign of the lord in hall or yard,
His Lady Wife’s for cleaning armed, the servants fled or else on guard,

Chorus:
At the heart of it all in a fountain
Sits the lord as if lost in a dream
And if any too close dare to venture
You are certain to hear the seal scream

Feathers and shrieks filled all the air of the rooms of the family wing
His sons wide-eyed with guileful smiles, claim innocence of everything
Chorus

For sport the guard had gatheréd, a tournament of wrestling set
Match by match they each took their turns, the healer’s wing not full up just yet
Chorus

The library was all abuzz, our chief counselor a project brought,
To find answers for Gond’lin’s king, a thorny problem and questions fraught.
Chorus

The High King called for counseling, so with haste the High King answeréd?
Across the house for luggage sought, he traced anew old paths he’d tread?
Chorus

 

Voronwe’s Song
Author Unknown, first recorded in Lindon in SA224
(sung to the tune of “Bones in the Ocean” by The Longest Johns)

Oh, I bid farewell to the port and the land
And I paddle away from Beleriand’s sands
To search for my long ago forgotten friends
To search for the place every voyage now ends
As the souls of the dead fill the space of my mind
I'll search without sleeping 'til peace I can find
I fear not Lord Osse, I fear not the sea
I remember the fallen, do they think of me?
When their bones ‘neath the ocean forever will be

Plot a course in the night to a place I once knew
To the place where my hope died along with my crew
On the edge of the earth where the Powers look down
To islands of fogbanks and ships run aground
As the songs of the dead fill the space of my ears
Their laughter like children, their beckoning cheers
My heart longs to join them, sing songs of the sea
I remember the fallen, do they think of me?
When their bones in the ocean forever will be

When before the ghosts of my old shipmates I stand
I shed a small tear for my home upon land
Though their eyes speak of depths filled with struggle and strife
Their smiles below say I don't owe them my life
As the cloudbank again fills the space of my eyes
And my boat listed over and tried to capsize
I'm this far from drowning, this far from the sea
I remember the living, who’ll carry their plea
If my bones in the ocean forever will be?

Now that I'm staring down at the darkest abyss
I'm not sure what I want, but I don't think it's this
As my comrades call to stand fast and forge on
I make sail for the dawn 'til the darkness has gone
As the souls of the dead live again in this land
I can meet them again by defying the ban
I'll traverse the borders of shore and the sea
I remember the fallen and they think of me
For our souls in the ocean together will be
I remember the fallen and they think of me
For our souls in the ocean together will be

 

Call of Lothlann (Join the Cavalry)
Sung to the tune of "I Wanna Be in the Cavalry" by Corb Lund
 Maglor Feanorion

I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
I wanna good steed under me if they call me to the corps
I wanna good mount when the bugle sounds and I hear the balrogs’ roar
I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war

I wanna horse in the Feanorian force that's riding forth at dawn
Please save for me some gallantry that will echo when I'm gone
I beg of you sarge let me lead the charge when the battle lines are drawn
Lemme at least leave a good hoof beat they'll remember loud and long

I'd not a good foot soldier make, I'd be sour and slow at march
And I'd be sick on a Teler ship, and the sea would leave me parched
But I'll be first in line if they'll let me ride, by god, you'll see my starch
Lope back o'er the heath with the laurel wreath underneath that vict'ry arch

I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
I wanna good steed under me if they call me to the corps
I wanna good mount when the bugle sounds and I hear the balrogs’ roar
I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war

Let me earn my spurs in the battle's blur where the day is lost or won
I'll wield my lance as the chargers dance and the orcs come forth as one
A sabre sharp, and a Song on the march, and a fire like the sun
Where the horses wheel and we wield cold steel, let me be a cav'lryman

I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
I wanna good steed under me if they call me to the corps
I wanna good mount when the bugle sounds and I hear the balrogs’ roar
I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war

Let 'em play their flutes and stirrup my boots and place them back to front
For I won't be back on the riderless black and I'm finished in my hunt
I wanna be in the cavalry if I must go off to war
I wanna be in the cavalry, but I won't ride home no more

Call of Lothlann, Reprise

Author Unknown, likely a horse-soldier of the Gap who survived the Dagor Bragollach; often misattributed to Maglor Feanorion, who wrote the original tune

I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
I wanna good steed under me if they call me to the corps

Courageous at first we took their worst, our positions we held stout
We clung to belief and we hung on the speech come from Lord Maglor’s mouth
Overwhelming odds and a hopeless cause and the plains were overrun
Then the dragons came, and the horses lame, and smoke covered the sun.

I lost count of the worthy mounts that from under me were cut
My favourite mare with her head in the air took a foreclaw in her gut
In the first ten days in that bloody haze we lost half of those were armed
Was only thirty days till all we prayed was to reach Himring unharmed

O for the days of the armies praise after Dagor Aglareb
The folk’s congrats and the pats on the backs and Morgoth’s tide in ebb
The bands that played and the grande parades and the patriotic shouts
They took a sharp turn when the plains all burned, and the Gap fell in a rout

And there were none to replace nor to help us face the winters on the hill
The chill almost worse than the dragon’s curse had burned until it killed
Then the king struck true though in the end we rued his courageous suicide
There was no recourse for us of course, nor any road for us to ride

When the fighting stopped and they’d burnt all crops to charred and barren ground
Those we’d lost to the ash or the enemy’s lash got an empty burial mound
With morale in doubt and our pride run out no honour did I see
And all I seen were a thousand dreams piled dead in front of me
I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
I wanna be in the cavalry but I won't ride home no more

 

Maia Eyes
 Sung to the Tune of "Irish Eyes" by Rose Betts
Maglor Feanorian

My mother says I have Maia eyes
Maia eyes, Maia eyes
My mother says I have Maia eyes
They go ever so blue under stormy skies
But they're never so blue as when I let them cry

My father says I have Noldo hair
Noldo hair, Noldo hair
Dark like the bark of an oak somewhere
Like the steel in the forge and the hammer’s strike
Like the sky in the night when the stars are bright

I'm a map of thе world and the ones before
One foot in sea and one on shore
Every step, every hope flung high
I'm a map of them all with my Maia eyes

My Naneth says I have travelling feet
Travelling feet, travelling feet
Soft shoes for princes don't fit me
But I dance to my own drum bright and bold
And my travelling feet always get me home

My sister says I've a restless soul
Restless soul, restless soul
Easy to catch but I'm hard to hold
Like a song on the wind that you caught one day
I get under your skin, then I slip away

I'm a map of the world and the ones before
One foot in sea and one on shore
Every step, every hope flung high
I'm a map of them all with my Maia eyes

My mother says I have Maia eyes
Maia eyes, Maia eyes
My mother says I have Maia eyes
They go ever so blue

I'm a map of the world and the ones before
One foot in sea and one on shore
Every step, every hope flung high
I'm a map of them all with my Maia eyes

 

The Scarlet and The Gold
Sung to the tune of "The Scarlet and the Blue" from Warhorse, the stage play
Unknown Feanorian-faction bard (Possibly Maglor Feanorion, never confirmed)

I was once a weaver journeyman
I was learning to brocade inlay
When a sudden thought came to my mind
That I should go away
No more to step the foot treadles
Nor see the skylark soar
For I've joined up to the army
I'm a-fightin' for my lord.

[Chorus]
Then hurrah for the scarlet and the gold
With their helmets a-glitterin' in the sun
And the swords they flash like lightnin' to
The beatin' of the military drum
And no more will I go to the loom
Or beam the threads into dents
For I've turned my feet toward Himring
For Beleriand's defense

And I'll leave behind my workshop
And the family I adore
And I wonder if they'll think of me
When the balrogs rise and roar
And if ever I return again
When home comes into view
I'll greet my family and my friends
Then my masterwork I'll do.

[Chorus]
Then hurrah for the scarlet and the gold
With their helmets a-glitterin' in the sun
And the swords they flash like lightnin' to
The beatin' of the military drum
And no more will I go to the loom
Or beam the threads into the dents
For I've turned my feet toward Himring
For Beleriand's defense

Chapter 5: Cultural Organizational Things

Chapter Text

Mostly Entirely Made Up Birth Years of the House of Finwe Before the Darkening
Fëanor (Curufinwë Fëanáro): born 1179
Findis (second child of Finwë): born 1187.
Fingolfin (Ñolofinwë Aracáno)(3rd child of Finwë): born 1190
Írimë Lalwendë (4th child of Finwë): born 1200
Maedhros (Nelyafinwë Maitimo): born 1230
Finarfin (Arafinwë Ingoldo)(5th child of Finwë): born 1230
Fingon (Findekáno Astaldo): born 1260
Maglor (Canafinwë Makalaurë): born 1290
Turgon (Turukáno Carasto) born 1300
Finrod (Findaráto Ingoldo) was born 1300
Celegorm (Turkafinwë Tyelkormo): born 1320
Angrod (Angaráto Angamaitë): born 1320
Caranthir (Morifinwë Carnistir): born 1340
Aegnor (Ambaráto Aikanáro): born 1340
Aredhel (Írissë Arateldë) born 1362
Galadriel (Artanis Nerwen): born 1362
Curufin (Curufinwë Atarinkë): born 1380
Argon (Arakáno Veryamo) born 1410
Amrod (Pityafinwë Ambarussa): born 1420
Amras (Telufinwë Ambarussa): born 1420.

Physical maturity is at roughly 50, "adulthood" is at 100. The Finweans are precocious.

 

How Tall Are People, Comparatively
Thingol and Melian are the exact same height >
Luthien slightly taller than Maedhros and Turgon, who are pretty close to the same >
Idril, Earendil, Elladan and Elrohir are all about the same>
Galadriel is slightly taller than Arwen and Celeborn, who are pretty close >
Tuor and Elrond are the same height, slightly taller than Legolas >
Elwing is the same height as Celebrian, and they are just barely taller than Paenvellon >
Aragorn >
Beren is short, honestly

 

How Is Gondolin/New Gondolin Structured
Gondolindrim
Tuor - defense (and naps)
Ecthelion - plumbing and sewage
Glorfindel - parks and gardens
Rog - artisans
Salgant - economics and trade
Penlod - infrastructure and city planning
Duilen - health and education
Galdor - food acquisition
Egalmoth - transportation and roads
Maeglin - natural resources

 

Return Order of the House of Finwe

Finrod 
Fingolfin
Caranthir
Celebrimbor
Ereinion
Turgon
Amrod&Amras
Fingon
Finduilas
Celegorm
Aredhel
(Celebrian sails)
Lalwen
Curufin
Orodreth
(Galadriel, Maglor, and Elrond sail)
Maedhros
Argon
Berion&Gaurwen
Angrod and Aegnor 
Feanor
Finwe

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