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Title: Fëanorian Fates Series ~ Part 1 (#2552)
Author: Alassante
Chapters: 6
Archive: Tolkien
Category: The Silmarillion
Description: Thus at last the Teleri were overcome, and a great part of their mariners that dwelt in Alqualondë were wickedly slain. For the Noldor were become fierce and desperate, and the Teleri had less strength...
"They came at unawares in the middle of the winter, and fought with Dior in the Thousand Caves; and so befell the second slaying of Elf by Elf. There fell Celegorm by Dior's hand, and there fell Curufin, and dark Caranthir...." Silmarillion
2006 MEFA Winner - Honorable Mention First Age and Prior: Incomplete
Concluded in Fëanorian Fates Series Part 2
Published: 12 Feb 2006
Updated: 19 May 2006
Warnings: character death
Type: Angst
Characters: Eru, Feanorians
Chapter 1 - Eru's Lament
A/N Thanks so much to Ghetto, Binka, Haleth, MOB, and Space for helping me with this by giving me some valuable input. Hopefully you guys will like the end result!
Revised 6/6/07 - thanks to the G of I gang and Viv for their input.
Some terms/names you may or may not know.
Calacirya - Pass of Light - The cleft made in the mountains of the Pelóri so that the light of the Two Trees could shine through.
hroar - hroa is body, hroar is plural
fëar - fëa is spirit/soul, fëar is plural
Ulmo - Lord of the seas and one of the greatest of the Valar
Ossë - A Maia, the vassal of Ulmo
Aulë -One of the Aratar, the eight greatest of the Valar, The Smith
Tilion - Maia, Tilion was chosen by the Valar to become the pilot of the Moon.
Isil - the moon
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Winds' roaring through the Calacirya is the only sound
That can be heard over the crashing waves of the stormy sea.
The remnants of death, needless and cruel,
Cause sorrow and rage of mighty Ulmo and Ossë.
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Their torment vented through the water is little comfort
To the Eldar that remain in the Undying Lands.
Once beautiful beaches of Alqualondë, forever stained,
Rivers of blood carved in the pure white sands.
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Ravished hröar, empty now of the fëar that
Gave each their individual voice.
Heinous crimes of savagery, unpardonable
Will ever hearts be raised again to rejoice?
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Will the silence grow deafening, stealing essence
Of Aman, plunging it into never-ending darkness?
Lightning crackles through the air, then silence,
The ocean calms, feeling my caress.
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Unchecked, their pain would be their undoing,
This overwhelming grief, I must abate.
Anguish infuses core of creation,
Unable to protect them from their fate.
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Father's unending sorrow, discord in aria
Long written, was ruthlessly played at last.
Crimson blood soaked threads woven into
Intricate fabric of the First Born's past.
~*~
Wounds so deep, my children despair,
Voices raised in cries of mourning fill the air.
Ballad of Arda maimed immortally, tainted,
Lives forsaken; oh, my beautiful children so fair.
~*~
You were given many gifts in my name,
Yet you defile them, your treason profound.
Traitor to the promise of ageless bliss,
To your curse, you are eternally bound.
~*~
My children, I will raise my voice over weeping,
Bring hope yet again to this endless night,
Bring forth faithful servant Aulë, create the vessel Tilion,
To guide the final flower of elder tree, carry its light.
~*~
Isil rises into stars, my followers' hearts fill with wonder,
Hope once more soothes their torment,
Hearken, turn your fëar, lift your pain to me,
Lay before me your lament.
Please also see Fëanorian Fates Series: Part 2 (http://www.openscrolls.net/fanfic/story.php?no=3469) for the rest of this story.
Chapter 2 - Seduction...Creation...Love...Loss...~Fëanor's Fate
Thanks to Rhaps, Space, and G for your help and advice!
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Fëanáro...
It came upon a whisper, a siren's song, and woke him from a dreamless sleep. As he lay quiet, the soft caress of his nebulous mistress incited in him fire and he left his wife's side to follow into the star-filled night.
Create us...
Coming to him unambiguously, the mysteries of such creations, he began to form his vision through the rhythm of her song. Soon two others, subtly different; yet just as beautiful and haunting, joined her voice. Forsaking all else, he remained until he had given form to his beloved masterpieces.
Fill us...set fire in our depths...
Fëanor's hands ensnared the radiance of silver-hued Telperion and golden-blaze Laurelin in heavenly form; Varda blessed, incorruptible fire.
Love us...protect us from all others...
Turning from friend and family, abandoning reason, thoughts focused solely on safeguarding the Silmarils. But he was betrayed and his ultimate enemy ripped them away into blackness. Loss of his father kindling fury in his blood, he vowed to retrieve his treasures by life or death and his sons, all bound to the same cursed oath.
Kill for us...
Slaying his kin, forever sealing his doom as foretold, he took his final steps into utter madness. Blinded by all else, Fëanor's heart heard the lament of his creation but the cries of the innocents he slaughtered fell on deaf ears.
Fight for us...do not forsake us...
Assailed by armies of Morgoth, he faced his doom. Mortally wounded by a servant of his enemy, his sons mournfully bore his hröa away. Fever of his vengeance scorched his fëa and again he made his sons swear to save his precious paramours before the flames consumed him completely.
Die for us...
Whispered song carried on the breeze corrupting his heirs with obsession to possess jewels of everlasting light.
Please also see Fëanorian Fates Series: Part 2 (http://www.openscrolls.net/fanfic/story.php?no=3469) for the rest of this story.
Chapter 3 - Darkness Falls in the Thousand Caves ~ Celegorm's Fate
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So long have I yearned for them, fought for them. And now one is within my grasp. Its beauty ignites the fire of desire, which surges in my fëa. The ethereal flame seduces me to once again commit the unforgivable assassination of a fellow kinsman.
It will be I, Celegorm the Fair who will bring the Silmaril back to us, the rightful owners, the Sons of Fëanor. My name will become legend, a champion of the Noldo. No longer will I carry the dishonor that has stained my name like the blood of my people stains my hands.
Dior, son of the treacherous Beren, displays Nauglamir around his neck boldly and he will pay for his audacity. He faces me and with deadly force I drive my blade deep into his chest. As triumph fills my heart, pain screams through my body and I look down in disbelief at the dark stain spreading quickly across my gut. I hear Curufin’s mournful curse and, sinking to the ground, my gaze falls upon my brothers one last time. Tears stain my cheeks. With the last of my energy I reach for my spectral mistress. One last breath left, my hand falls short.
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A/N:
fëa - soul
Nauglamir - "Jewel of the Dwarves" Necklace made for King Finrod Felagund by Dwarves of the Blue Mountains. After Nargothrond was destroyed by the dragon Glaurung, it was rescued by Hurin who then gave it to Elu Thingol in Doriath. Thingol had the Silmaril which he posessed (the one Beren and Luthian rescued from Morgoth) mounted in it. He was murdered by the dwarves that mounted the jewel in the necklace because they also desired the Silmaril. Beren retreived the necklace in his last battle when he killed the dwarf Lord of Nogrod. Upon the death of Beren and Luthien, the necklace came to Dior, their son.
Please also see Fëanorian Fates Series: Part 2 (http://www.openscrolls.net/fanfic/story.php?no=3469) for the rest of this story.
Chapter 4 - Blood Spilt ~ Curufin's Fate
In the wake of tragedy, ragged breath from my mortally pierced lungs is the only sound. Fair Celegorm and Dior the Beautiful lie nearest me, the brilliance of their combined grace dimmed like the eventide, casting shadows across Arda. They lie entwined, assassin embracing avenger, blades still buried to the hilt.
Caranthir, swarthiest jewel of Finwë, drifted on crimson currents, and weeping, I watch the light of Arda abandoning his eyes of onyx.
As the final beams of the light dimmed and faded to naught, I saw it, the Gift of the Noldo, accursed light, and Fëanor's bane.
Approaching her father's ruined hröa, the child caresses his cheek as tear-filled eyes gaze upon my fading form. Her innocent eyes delve deep into mine and I feel unable to look away as she studies me.
Once again, I am reminded of the oath and struggle to reach the Silmaril. Her eyes widen in fear until she sees I can do naught but collapse to the floor. Taking the jewel from her father, her eyes watch me coldly.
"Stained with the blood of my people, the jewel of the Two Trees will forever be out of your reach, cursed dog of Fëanor."
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Please also see Fëanorian Fates Series: Part 2 (http://www.openscrolls.net/fanfic/story.php?no=3469) for the rest of this story.
Chapter 5 - Niëramilo ~ Nerdanel
Thanks to Rhapsody for your invaluable help. And G - you know you're my luggage! SpaceWeavil you are the Queen of Elvish! And, as always, thanks to Ellisk, my beta and cheerleader.
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Suddenly, Nerdanel awoke, and a terrible agony exploded in her fëa. Tears coursed down her cheeks unchecked as awareness dawned on her. Feeling Tyelkormo’s powerful spirit leaving his ruined hröa astounded her in anguish. Fair as the stars, yet fierce tempered, Celegorm was gone, cursed and never to return from Námo.
Then, another sharp pain flooded her senses and she knew that her dark one had departed as well. In her mind, the crimson currents, his final resting place surfaced. ‘Caranthir, my dear son, I will never hear your deep laughter again.’
Then, the final blow tore her fëa asunder: her mournful cries filled the air when she felt Atarinkë slip away. So like Fëanor, Curufin was full of unquenchable fire, yet, he squandered his staggering skill to fight a war not of his making.
‘Oh Fëanor, how could you bring such splendor to life and to ruin? Could you not see that your most remarkable creations were the ones we created together? Seven unique, flawed, yet luminescent beings, once pure before the merciless whores of your handiwork robbed them of their senses, driven mad by your cursed oath. Left behind, I mourn three eternal flames that have been extinguished.’
A/N
Niëramilo - Quenya Tears of the mother
Atarinkë - little father
Tyelkormo - hasty riser
Please also see Fëanorian Fates Series: Part 2 (http://www.openscrolls.net/fanfic/story.php?no=3469) for the rest of this story.
Chapter 6 - Author's Notes for the first few drabbles
I am concluding this as a separate story. It is posted as Fëanorian Fates Series: Part 2 (http://www.openscrolls.net/fanfic/story.php?no=3469).
Since these were written originally as separate drabbles - I had reviews on each one before I compiled them into one collection. I didn't want to lose these reviews so I'm putting them here for my own sake. :0)
Reviews for ~ Seduction...Creation...Love...Loss...
** Evenstar 5 ~ Al, that really moved me. Well written drabble.
** Robinka ~ Very beautiful, mind-blowing, sad, impactful, reads like poetry... No, it is poetry actually. I'm impressed, Al :respekt:
** Rhapsody ~ Oh my goodness Alassante! Fëanor's life, pains, loves and demise in just 200 words. To find these pieces of work on a day like this feels like a treasure to me. The visual details you are giving us, three Silmarils, three voices. The manner Fëanor hallows them and his slow downfall (we sometimes forget that this alone happened throughout ages).. just superb!
** Viv ~ Oooooh. Creepy and elegant. How clever to give a voice to those rocks, and to make that voice so seductive. I can almost see how easy it was for Feanor to fall. Lovely bit, you.
** LadyofRohan ~ Very nice. You can hear the stones whispering, almost hissing, driving Feanor mad.
** Rous ~ Uh, wow. Okay, that is all I have. Just...WOW! Very artfully dones. Not too little, not too much. And, a true drabble, the whole story, in one shot. Truly, a wonderful piece. Thank you for sharing.
Reviews for ~ Darkness Falls in the Thousand Caves
** Ghettoelleth ~You don't get anymore spot on than this. Wow, I'm amazed at how close you've come. Arrogant, unrepentant for the things he's done wrong, all his regrets revolving around missing out on the silmarils rather than on his actions. Amazing job Shmoo, simply amazing. I think of all your leaps and bounds, this piece shows such an incredible growth on your part as an author. I'm still speechless at the stunning rate in which you've managed to develop not only from a mechanical aspect but your style and your ability to focus your creativity have gone from junior high to graduate school in a few months. I hope the beatings were worth it dear.
** RobinKa ~ son of the treacherous Beren
This line thrilled me in particular because I've never seen Beren a traitor. Yet, your drabble shows another point of view. And it shows it in a brilliant way.
I know I sound fangirly stupid here, but do you have more of these double drabbles? Can I have a subscription? I think the best stories are those that can pull a reader by the collar and say, "Look, this is what I really want to tell you." You have this great ability to leave your readers with their jaws dropped. I told Ghetto that sometimes words fail me and I really don't know what to say. That is how I feel now, so forgive me a silly review. This story is magnificent.
** Haleth ~ This story gets an amazing amount across in very few words. Celegorm is perfectly portrayed. The last line is especially poignant.
** Rhapsody ~ Oh Alassante, it feels now that every time I come across a story written by you, it shines like a silmaril. It holds so much and this one is written so masterfully that it tickles my muse, makes me want to fetch Tolkien's books and satisfy my curiosity or the sudden need to re-read it.
In this double drabble you write about Dior showing off the heirloom of the Fëanorians and Celegorm's reasoning is spot on. Boy I do sympathise with him and the remaining brothers. Just the fact that someone would show off something that has been a family heirloom, created with so much love, blood, sweat and tears and walking around with it so incredibly... arrogant. It makes me almost rip away the jewel myself. While I read this I could more then ever understand why Celegorm spoke so heatedly about getting them back every time.
Another thought that crossed my mind is this (I think you have seen me bringing it up before):
Its beauty ignites the fire of desire, which surges in my fëa. The ethereal flame seduces me to once again commit the unforgivable assassination of a fellow kinsman.
This makes me wonder about the very being of a Silmaril itself. Somehow I always thought they were beings of their own, calling out to vulnerable elves, enchanting them with what they want. Also, well then I really have to stop rambling this much, the corruption of Melkor shines through here so much. He wants the elves to kill their kin, so his corruption reaches far, further then I thought. So what Celegorm sees as a mistress, tickling his desire, makes me think Melkor knew exactly what Celegorm desired the most. Besides those shiney's.
** Ellie ~ HA! He missed it. very well done.
** Elliska ~ Great portrayal of a really sorrowful scene. More than anything else, the pursuit of the Silmarils always struck me as sad. I think you really capture that here with: " drive my blade deep into his chest. As triumph fills my heart, pain screams through my body and I look down in disbelief at the dark stain spreading quickly across my gut." And with the fact that, within reach of his brother, his dying efforts are still wasted on the Silmaril. Well done.
** Inglor ~ I'll echo the comments about Celegorm: Nailed Him. Showed the Feanorian rationalization perfectly. Still can't hate them as much as Turin though.
Very elegant in the strict definition of the word.
Reviews for ~ Blood Spilt
** Elliska ~ Excellent! A great portrayal of this topic--one that I think is so rarely written and so greatly in need of being explored. Expand on this Al, and you'll make my day even more. Great job!
** Neniel ~ The scene where young Elwing comes near to her dead father's body and then curses the ones who did this with a cruelty unlike her young age simply made me shiver! This drabble is very powerful in its imaging and wording, so all I can say is that it's worth all kinds of praise!
** SpaceWeavil ~ Lovely scene, and writing it mostly in present tense gave it a strong impact.
** Ghettoelleth ~ I don't know if I get to review this but I'm gonna. This is probably the first big girl thing I've seen you do since you read the Sil 4,000 times with or without me. I'm so glad that all those nights spent translating into ebonics went for something other than pr0n.
That said, this is exquisite. Perfectly balanced and flows like silk. Sad, tragic, beautiful portrayal. Wonderful work.
** RobinKa ~ Brilliant. It made me feel like I was there watching the scene.
** Rhapsody ~ *shiver* This imagery only:
They lay entwined, assassin embracing avenger, blades buried to the hilt still.
or
Caranthir, swarthiest jewel of Finwë, drifted on crimson currents, and weeping, I watch the light of Arda abandoning his eyes of onyx.
Curufin's perspective is incredibly well written and this piece has, as said above, an incredible flow. Oh And Elwing's actions, words... just wow Alassante!
** Viv ~ Oooh. Ouchie: kicking him while he's down. I like!
** Ellie ~ Wow! Well done. What a unique perspective, seeing Elwing's reaction.
Reviews for ~ Niëramilo
** Yavanie ~ OH YAY! the first! Nothing like a drabble to plunge you right into a character. And Nerdanel! Just how much anguish can one mother endure? "Fair as the stars, yet fierce tempered, Celegorm " okay that's my fave word picture. And all wrapped up in her anguish ('cause we know a male couldn't take it) she sees what he didn't - his finest creation : their sons. This is going to be an awesome collection!
** RobinKa ~ Oh I'm so glad you've posted this. I told you this before and I'm going to repeat that you created so complex and emotional portrayal of Nerdanel. She had to deal with such a terrible loss. No wonder that she asked Could you not see that your most remarkable creations were the ones we created together?
This is a real gem in a unique collection of work. I sweep a deep bow for you and Ghetto and thank you for exploring the fate of the Feanorians.
Binks
** Evenstar5 ~ Oh Al, That was so beautiful and heartbreaking. I loved it. Great job.
** Sulriel ~ I find Nerdanel to be an especially interesting character. To be strong enough to love Feanor, she must have been really something special, but I think the loss of so much, so many sons, (and the possibly more tragic, never-ending loss of Maglor) would be enough to break anyone.
** Rhapsody ~ I won't laugh, I only go hmmm... And you are welcome Alassante, just some tiny suggestions, but a very powerful double drabble.
It is heart wrenching for her to go through such an experience like this. And this is just the beginning... *shiver* I always assumed, maybe incorrectly, I don't know, that elven parents somehow could always sense the fëa of their children where ever they went. The fact that you write about this experience, what exactly goes through Nerdanel... you capture that extremely well. Fëanor is not longer around to share the anguish, so it feels like she gets the double load of it that well. Also her love for every one of her children shines through, it must have been such an incredible difficult decision not to go with them.
A very emotional piece of work!
Thanks so much for all the support I have received on each of these drabbles!!!!
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