Tag: celebrimbor

writinggecko:

Silverfisting Art

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rose-of-the-bright-sea:

irreverentecthelion:

cerulean-shark:

silmarilliongenerator:

free curufin

Am I being offered a Curufin free of charge or am I being told to let him go

someone is giving out free curufins? clearly people must have been unsatisfied with their budget fëanors

I think I’ll wait for the Celebrimbor update to come out.

ohminastirith:

In Eregion the craftsmen of the Gwaith-i-Mírdain, the People of the Jewel-smiths, surpassed in cunning all that have ever wrought, save only Fëanor himself; and indeed greatest in skill among them was Celebrimbor, son of Curufin, who was estranged from his father and remained in Nargothrond when Celegorm and Curufin were driven forth, as is told in the Quenta Silmarillion.

lintamande:

My favorite Celebrimbor headcanon is that he was, in fact, suspicious of Annatar. He noticed the things that didn’t make sense, he was very conscious that he was being directed in a particular direction, he often picked up on parts of Annatar’s story that felt off…

But he knows that Fëanor was famous for being too suspicious to collaborate with anyone, for distrusting everyone who tried to correct him, for working alone and never taking advice or direction, and so Celebrimbor distrusts all his own instincts, he’s internalized very very deeply that his intuitions are Fëanorian and suspect and evil and that the right thing to do is overriding them.

And he’s wrong.

The Longest Night

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The feast of Midwinter’s Night drew near. Each year the apprentices of the Mirdain took the practice gems that they made while learning to bind light to matter and shattered them into pebble-sized pieces, which they stuck to tree-limbs with lumps of resin so that in the darkness the trees glittered as if the stars of the sky were caught in their branches. Elves and Dwarves and Men went about the streets of Ost-in-Edhil singing, and the shapes wrought in song-silver set into the stones of the roadway kindled at the sound. The streets themselves shone throughout the night, fading only with the pale light of dawn in the sky.

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mainecoon76:

I just had a revelation about why I love Celebrimbor so much. Well, one of the reasons, anyway.  

One idea that’s very prevalent in Tolkien’s work is the concept of hereditary or collective sin. Your ancestor screwed up? You’re probably doomed, or at least have to prove that you aren’t. (See: Aragorn, also movie!Thorin). Your folk did wrong against mine a few millennia ago? Move yourself off my lawn. The doom of Mandos cursed Feanor’s entire house, not just those who swore the oath.  

Maybe it’s because I’m German and very much distance myself from the sins of my forefathers, but I have a huge problem with that. Apparently, so does Celebrimbor.  

Then he basically says “Fuck the entire First Age, we’re making a new start. Curse, what curse? And remind me again why we dislike the dwarves, they’re pretty awesome from where I stand. Btw, I’m putting the star of my house on these doors, come on, judge me for the family I was born into.”  

It’s such a positive attitude and a lot more progressive than most of his contemporaries. Did Tolkien view it as hubris? I don’t know. In any case he knew how to write effective tragedy, because this lack of prejudice may have been a reason why Celebrimbor trusted Annatar, and then… well, we know what happened then.

This is lovely, particularly the point about the star of Feanor on the doors :  Celebrimbor isn’t ashamed of who he is.  One reason why the fall of Eregion is so very poignant…   Eregion, and the Union of Maedhros, are the two things that make me want to shout angrily : no, but this should have worked!  It *should* have worked… 

It should have worked! It would have been so right! It’s as if LotR had ended in an epic failure, the point being that sometimes history doesn’t go the way it should. (Like we didn’t know that.)