It is told that a seer and harp-player of Brethil named Glirhuin made a song, saying that the Stone of the Hapless should not be defiled by Morgoth nor ever thrown down, not though the sea should drown all the land; as after indeed befell, and still Tol Morwen stands alone in the water beyond the new coasts that were made in the days of the wrath of the Valar. But Húrin does not lie there, for his doom drove him on, and the Shadow still followed him.
—  Silmarillion, JRR Tolkien

Headcanon: Brethil

Brethil is the son of Tirnel, Naeriel’s eldest cousin on her mother’s side and the Falathrim elf, Nengelon whom she had met at the Mouths of the Sirion after the fall of Nan Elmoth and the sack of Doriath. Their child was born two years later and the couple named him Brethil.

When Naeriel finally managed to make her way to the Heavens of Sirion and was reunited with her family, Brethil - just an elfling at the time - started trailing her wherever she went, thus earning the nickname ‘Duckling’ from his amused parents. The sad and bitter countenance of the elleth did not seem to deter him in the slightest and soon Naeriel warmed up to him. She told him the tales she had heard growing up and tried to help her cousin make his childhood as light and carefree as possible. 

When Nengelon perished in the War of Wrath and several years later, Tirnel chose to sail West, Naeriel was astonished to find out her nephew had declared he would remain behind and join Oropher’s people with his aunt.

In Beleriand spielt sich die Geschichte der Elben im Ersten Zeitalter hauptsächlich ab. Nachdem Feanor und die Noldor wegen ihres schrecklichen Schwurs aus dem Segensreich Valinor verbannt worden sind, kämpfen sie gemeinsam mit dem in Beleriand beheimateten Elbenvolk der Sindar in jahrhundertelangem Krieg und in fünf großen Schlachten gegen die Geschöpfe Morgoths, bis die Valar ihnen im Krieg des Zorns zu Hilfe kommen und Morgoth für immer in die Äußere Leere, ins Nichts, verbannt wird.


I think that Lily and Brethil sing this to the twins. It also is a very sad song…it speaks about death and horses, reminding me of Peleanor Fields, where Halbarad died. The Dunadain are a people of despair, simply put. 


wow look even more unfinished sketches

illustrating some Beldis headcanons:

1. Beldis the bride with Siriel(OC), her childhood friend, and some of the older beorians who couldn’t march on past Brethil. All in mourning, except for the young bride. (i have too many beorian OCs in Brethil shshhhhh) (yes they are supposed to look very unthrilled)

2. Beldis and Siriel (OC), they are childhood sweethears and become lovers at some point in the future. 

brethil-naiad replied to your post: idk how to feel about this whole “chil…

idk i think it really refers to children who aren’t teenagers so shouldn’t be on this site?

i was online and on sites like tumblr by the time i was 10 or 11 and i knew i was still considered a child. i dont think its the safest environment for them but its definitely happened

even if children wouldnt see it i feel like saying “i fucking hate kids” is really messed up????

Now Túrin coming down from Ered Wethrin sought for Finduilas in vain, roaming the woods beneath the mountains, wild and wary as a beast; and he waylaid all the roads that went north to the Pass of Sirion. But he was too late; for all the trails had grown old, or were washed away by the winter. Yet thus it was that passing southwards down Teiglin Túrin came upon some of the Men of Brethil that were surrounded by Orcs; and he delivered them, for the Orcs fled from Gurthang. He named himself Wildman of the Woods, and they besought him to come and dwell with them; but he said that he had an errand yet unachieved, to seek Finduilas, Orodreth’s daughter of Nargothrond. Then Dorlas, the leader of those woodmen, told the grievous tidings of her death. For the Men of Brethil had waylaid at the Crossings of Teiglin the Orc-host that led the captives of Nargothrond, hoping to rescue them; but the Orcs had at once cruelly slain their prisoners, and Finduilas they pinned to a tree with a spear. So she died, saying at the last: ‘Tell the Mormegil that Finduilas is here.’ Therefore they had laid her in a mound near that place, and named it Haudh-en-Elleth, the Mound of the Elf-maid.
—  Chapter 21: Of Túrin Turambar - The Silmarillion, J.R.R. Tolkien