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
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.
People tend to imagine elves as playing music with flutes and harps and other soothing instruments, but trust me the Noldor would have gone to battle with the Mad Max: Fury Road rolling soundstage of electric guitars if they could.
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. Fëanor:……………………………………………………… Noldor Messengers: Oh yeah. And he took your Silmarils, too. Aulë: Ouch. Manwë: Ok Fëanor, let’s take this slow - Fëanor: *seethes* MORGOTH.