“Thus he came alone to Angband’s gates […] and challenged Morgoth to come forth to single combat. And Morgoth came”.
Fingolfin challenges Morgoth
I put off painting Fingolfin for quite some time - he’s so great, I was afraid I couldn’t do him justice. But today I felt brave. So here we go… I tried to twist a bit the iconic view of Fingolfin’s back and a giant Morgoth in front of him, as I wanted to capture that instant before the actual battle, with Fingolf’s eyes shining like the eyes of the Valar, “for a great madness of rage was upon him”.
Inspired by that text post floating around about poor short Findekano. When he was a kid he liked to tell Maitimo he would be tall too; when he is an adult both Maitimo and Findarato dwarf him and while cousin Findarato kindly doesn’t notice, Maitimo thinks it very funny.
their blog url: the-real-finwion (passive aggressive claim staking > puns)
the kind of posts they reblog: Loooootta stuff from the legal side of tumblr with a focus on inheritance and property ownership. LACE fundamentalist crap about how an Elven marriage is between one Neri and one Nis. Fingolfin’s posts about his kids’ developmental milestones, helpfully pointing out that his own sons were years younger when they said their first words but hey, everyone develops differently, there’s probably nothing to be concerned about.
the first person they followed: Miriel. Obviously her blog’s long gone but he still spends a lot of time looking at the ‘there’s nothing here’ screen.
what kind of theme they’d have: Let’s be real, Feanor’s not gonna use this clunky garbage hellsite, he’d make his own, much better-designed idiotpit to start internet slapfights in.
what kind of text posts they make at 2am: ‘so the bad news is the twins have colic and I’ve not slept in three days, but the good news is I have an amazing new idea for correcting the chromatic aberration that occurs in refracting telescopes-’
Hi my name is Feanor Curufin the only son of Finwe there is Raven finwion and I have long ebony black hair (that’s how I got my name) with dark red streaks and fiery red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Mandos (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to (insert characters Name) but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a Noldor but I’m like super skilled (even more skilled than Aule). I have pale white skin. I’m also a Major dick, and I live in the best place of all of arda (valinor) that’s where all the valar and elves live. I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black tight leather pants, a red velvet robe, black combat boots and my silmarils. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Mahtan’s Forge. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. Melkor stared at me. I put up my middle finger at him.
ok not stopping - yep! which imo is how to write a good antagonist, you have to put a lot of thought into their motives and how it looks from their side? like, indis and feanor are both being perfectly reasonable in their own heads, if you wrote a fic where indis’ job was to make feanor unhappy because she was awful then like, female character issues aside, that’s just… lazy, bad writing?
tho i bet “she’s a villain who wants to marry finwe bc she’s immoral and evil, he’s ALREADY MARRIED” is exactly how feanor sees it :)
“Foolish child,” Indis cackled sinisterly. The sleeves of her black gown billowed and flared as she viciously tore Finwe and Miriel’s prenuptial agreement into shreds.
Feanor cried out in horror. “Father, no! Don’t let this happen! Can’t you see she’s enchanted you?”
But Finwe was too deeply ensorceled, staring back at his son with eyes like glass dulled by the smoke of an inefficiently burning hydrocarbon.
- Excerpt from the journals of Feanor Finwion age 56 ½
It’s been a while since I published one of these, but my sense of responsibility urged me to gift the fandom with some more crappy sketches and bad jokes, so enjoy your comeback to the world of the FINWIONS, now with additional side characters because I don’t have enough time to color the Nolofinwions’ portrait.
P.S.: Matt Groening please don’t sue me I don’t have enough money.
Sometimes I think we underestimate how important Miriel is. We attribute a lot of Feanor’s characterization to Finwe. We say he has “daddy issues”. We tend to portray a lot of his personality as something inherited from his father in one way or another. His mother isn’t brought up as often, it occasionally seems.
Miriel makes up so much of Feanor’s identity. Her name is his name. He’s even used as an example in the part of LaCE where the Noldorin concept of linguistic and personal identity is discussed:
“But every child among the Noldor (in which point, maybe, they differed from the other Eldar) had also the right to name himself or herself. Now the first ceremony, the announcement of the father-name, was called the Essecarme or ‘Name-making’. Later there was another ceremony called the Essecilme or ’Name-choosing’. This took place at no fixed date after the Essecarme, but could not take place before the child was deemed ready and capable of lamatyave, as the Noldor called it: that is, of individual pleasure in the sounds and forms of words. The Noldor were of all the Eldar the swiftest in acquiring word-mastery; but even among them few before at least the seventh year had become fully aware of their own individual lamatyave, or had gained a complete mastery of the inherited language and its structure, so as to express this tyave skilfully within its limits. The Essecilme, therefore, the object of which was the expression of this personal characteristic,’ usually took place at or about the end of the tenth year. (…)
* This lamatyave was held a mark of individuality, and more important indeed than others, such as stature, colour, and features of face. (…)
Renowned examples of these things are found in the early histories. Thus Finwe, first lord of the Noldor, first named his eldest son Finwion; but later when his talent was revealed this was modified to Curufinwe. But the name of insight which his mother Miriel gave to him in the hour of birth was Feanaro 'Spirit of Fire’; and by this name he became known to all, and he is so called in all the histories. (It is said that he also took this name as his chosen name, in honour of his mother, whom he never saw.)”
To the Noldor, language is identity. It’s more important than any other facet of identity. Feanor identifies himself with Miriel so much that his chosen name, which represents his understanding of himself, is the one Miriel gave him. He identifies with her so much that he calls himself “son of Miriel”. Consider how unusual it is for someone to name themself their mother’s child, specifically. How many other elves can you think of who identify themselves that way? As the heir of their mother rather than just as the heir of their father?
He identifies with her so much that his very speech patterns revolve around her. I’ve seen some people characterize him as resistant to linguistic change in general, but his resistance is to one change in particular, and that resistance is a “shibboleth”. It’s a social and personal identifier. It shows everyone who he is, and that is his mother’s heir.
And Feanor was most like his mother as a child, in appearance and personality, but even as he grew and became more like Finwe his personality remained most like hers. Miriel is described as incredibly strong-willed more than once, and is said to be the type of person who makes their words a law unto themselves. Feanor gets his incredible will from her; he’s her “Spirit of Fire”. Finwe may be fiery - he is a Noldo - but it’s never made sense to me to attribute this quality of Feanor’s to him alone. It feels almost like discrediting Miriel.
Likewise it seems usual to assume that Feanor’s issues with the Valar are entirely his own, but I don’t think that’s the case. After Miriel’s death, the Valar debate who is more at fault: Miriel for leaving her family, or Finwe for not waiting for her forever. Feanor doesn’t seem inclined to blame either of his parents. Nor does he seem to entirely blame Indis, though he obviously doesn’t like her or her children. No, he blames the Valar. The Valar who decided that no elf may have more than one spouse living and thereby doomed Miriel to eternal death. The Valar who would prevent her from returning to life with her family, who will always prevent her from being with Finwe again no matter what. The Valar who sentenced someone to imprisonment unending for being tired, and another to the same for being lonely, both of them separated against their will until the end of the world.
So often we only see Feanor as fighting for his own personal freedom, but that’s not all of it. He’s fighting for Miriel’s freedom; For her rights, for her choices. It was her choice to be called “Therinde” rather than “Serinde”, and Feanor would see that choice respected. He would tear himself apart, he would die, before he allowed anyone to violate her rights.
Due to interest in this post, I have created a blog to make a list of all the RPers in the Line of Finwe. This includes OCs, genderbent, edited canon characters, sideblogs, mainblogs, etc. Please reblog this post or message me to be added to the list.
Thus Finwe, first lord of the Noldor, first named his eldest son Finwion;(20) but later when his talent was revealed this was modified to Curufinwe.(21) But the name of insight which his mother Miriel gave to him in the hour of birth was Feanaro ‘Spirit of Fire’;* and by this name he became known to all, and he is so called in all the histories. (It is said that he also took this name as his chosen name, in honour of his mother, whom he never saw.)
LACE, Morgoth’s Ring
(It is said that he also took this name as his chosen name, in honour of his mother, whom he never saw.)
Okay, I know this looks, like, horribly catastrophically terrible, but if we all calmed down and dealt with things in a rational manner, I’m sure we could pull together and get through the - FËANÁRO YOU DUMBASS THAT ISN’T WHAT I MEANT.
- Arafinwë “Finarfin” Finwion, addressing the Noldor after the death of his father, the Silmarillion, Of the Darkening of Valinor