I love this chapter so much! The wink!!!
I love the explanation for the trees- it is such a silly idea! This is much better. I have in my headcanon that the trees is just a daft story, like Adam and Eve, a way of explaining the Valar's bounty and apparent generosity. This is much better! I really enjoyed the description of the Valar's halls being impossible and a bit wrong, an illusion- it makes them slightly horrifying . Great writing.
I love the ring for Ingwe, he's going to be really really surprised!!
(Fingolfin had been seated the other side of Míriel and Fëanor had not taken much notice, surely the boy had been calmer, even asleep? - did you mean Indis?)
Thank you, Ziggy, I was actually thinking a bit of R’leyh when I was writing about Ilmarin and the gardens, not quite as maddening, but something a bit ‘off’ about them.
The wink, yes, incorrigible Fëanor, lol.
Ooops yes, I did. Fixed~! Thank you :)
This is a lovely chapter between the two brothers, their emerging love, their seeking adventure and freedom. I like the young Feanor and his fierce protectiveness, his complicated adolescent relationship with Finwe. And the book! Wonderful moment!!
I think if Fëanor could, at that point have run away to Endor with Fingolfin, he would have. Sadly that was not to be ;__;
Thank you, Ziggy :)
He could not bear it. All he had ever wanted, from a child, holding his sister in that cold, dark chamber in Tol-in-Gaurhoth, was to be with the Elves. Even just seeing them would have been enough. The dream of being accepted by them, he had long since discarded like a worn out boot, but to be in their company, listening to the mellifluous voices, watching them, shining like diamonds, glittering, passion in every turn of the head, every flashing smile, fed some ancient need in him, warmed the coldness of his heart. He shivered, the shudder of a child, hungry and afraid in the dark.
Loneliness roared within him, blasting him hollow. He did not weep, had forgotten how, but he bowed his head hard into his hands.
He had not known what would happen, had failed to realise what Fëanor was, what his meeting Melkor, that clash of power-upon-power would do. Fingolfin had been the catalyst, dying in glory. After that, nothing and no-one could have turned Fëanor from his course. A supernova.
You wring me out when I read Vanimore now- such self scrifice and such epic denial- and here he is with nothing... and caught in this never-ending cycle of war, with no peace or joy. Hope there is a happier ending in this one for him. As always, I am in awe of the poetry of your wtiting and the images that just seem effortlessly drawn.
This is magnificent, such a unique and different take on the story. I think it is a very good twist to make both Fëanor and Fingolfin sons of Elernil, it fits way better with the idea of the imperishable flame within them both, and also, i have always felt that Finarfin was different from his older brothers somehow, he comes out as more mellow and somehow lacking, he just havent got their fire. The idea of Vanimore changing the trees were ingenious, so subtle and yet with such an effect. The valar do seem like spoiled children who wants it all and are incapable of understandig why they cannot have it. A truly great story, i love the way it involves the universes of Verhalen and Naryaflame.
Aww, thank you very much, Nuredhel
I always wanted to have Edenel as the father of Fëanor and Fingolfin, as he’s much more like them, and they both even look like him, even in my Prime universe. And it’s always a delight to include Verhalen and Narya’s ‘verses.
As for the Trees, lol, Vanimórë did what he’s best at — interfering lol!