Turgon wears gloves to protect his fingers.

When his wife died in the Helecraxe, they struggled to create a grave for her. The ice was too hard for shovels to pierce, so unfortunately, she was wrapped in a blanket and left to freeze further.

Turgon was devastated, and later, livid. This was his wife, the woman he loved more than anything—and she was to be put to rest like this? She wasn’t even of Noldor blood, yet had suffered their fate. The least she deserved was a proper burial.

And he was clawing at the ice before he even registered what he was doing, fingers scrapping at the cool surface until they turned red then black with frostbite. It took both Aredhel and Fingon to pull him off of the ground, and drag him away from his wife’s corpse.

His fingers never healed after that, and only suffered more damage when exposed to the elements. So to protect what he has left, he wears gloves.

Barad Eithel (S. 'Tower of the Well’: barad "tower" + eithel "well, gen.) was the mountain fortress of Fingolfin and his son Fingon, thus the seat (until the Nirnaeth Arnoediad) of the High Kings of the Noldor.

It was set in the eastern foothills of the Ered Wethrin, at the source of the River Sirion. It was here that the Battle of Unnumbered Tears took place, and where Fingon was slain, giving Morgoth the chance to take control over the chief stronghold of both Mithrim and Dor-lómin.

Art by  ~Mohammad Ahmadvand | Dream Persian City

Anonymous asked: “hi! i am rereading the silmarillion after many years and i’m having some trouble with the noldorin royal family’s relationships. do you know a chart that shows who was on especially good terms with who and who disliked who? or if it interests you can you talk a bit about it? i love your blog!

Oh boy, Anon, you said the magic words: Noldor and chart. So have four! First a family tree to help keep the relations straight. Then a chart showing members of the family described by Tolkien as being on especially friendly or unfriendly terms. Then a chart showing everyone’s reaction to the Oath of Feanor, and finally one showing the lineup for the departure of the Noldor from Valinor.

If you’d like to read more about the Noldorin royal family and their complicated relationships, I’ve got plenty more posts for you:


Anon asked: “Apparently, there are many Elvish languages and I can’t really get them straight. What languages are there, and where (and when) are they spoken?

So, here you you! A little disclaimer: I didn’t put as much careful research into this as I might have, and it relies more heavily on secondary sources than I generally prefer. But Tolkien wrote so much on language that I could have been in the research stage of this post for weeks and still have tons of work to do. So consider this a sort of quick, casual guide to the realm of elvish linguistics. 

PS: The maps are excerpts from Karen Wynn Fonstad’s Atlas of Middle Earth

PPS: I didn’t include any of the Sindarin-speaking men in these maps. Technically, the men of Gondor spoke Sindarin, but in their own dialect. But since they aren’t elves, I decided not to include them.

Ring of Doom: The Silmarils

Manwë: So. We’re here. Let’s talk business Fëanor.
Yavanna: Alright soooo the light of my trees has died and the Silmarils are the only thing that can make them better soooo …
Fëanor: ok and.
Manwë: Well, are you going to help out or not.
Fëanor: Let me think - no.
Manwë: Dude wtf. The silmarils happened because of her.
Aulë: Alright Manwë, don’t exaggerate. Let the man think.
Fëanor: Look, I’ve locked them up. And I’m not making any more. So, if you want, kill me. Y’know. First of the Eldar and all that.
Mandos: You’re not the first. js.
Fëanor: Wow Melkor was right, you’re all dicks.
Mandos: Welp, he’s spoken. Douche.
Nienna: … *cries on the trees*
Fëanor: And you’re all just gonna … let her do that.
Noldor Messengers: URGENT NEWS.
Manwë: Oh boy.
Noldor Messengers: Fëanor, your dad is dead.
Fëanor: Fingolfin that asshole –
Noldor Messengers: Nah, Melkor.
Noldor Messengers: Oh yeah. And he took your Silmarils, too.
Aulë: Ouch.
Manwë: Ok Fëanor, let’s take this slow -
Fëanor: *seethes* MORGOTH.