Atlanta Black

Fandom: TOLKIEN J. R. R. • The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth
Rating: T+
Relationship: Fëanor & Fingolfin | Fëanor & Findis & Fingolfin & Lalwen & Finarfin
Word Count: 6,984
( Content Warnings )( Chapters: )
Summary:

Anger flares swift and bright in Fëanor's eyes. "Your life is not an acceptable risk! Just because you have continued to wake up so far does not mean you have any guarantee you will continue to do so in the future!"

"I know," he tells Fëanor, because he does. He just hadn't cared. "But even if this is the last song, the last chance, my death would have still run him off. Would have hopefully given you all more time."

Fëanor leans forward until he is right in Fingolfin’s face, a terrible anger on his face, and Fingolfin would be scared if he were not grappling with the idea that the anger is fear for him, not anger because of him. "Your life is not an acceptable risk," Fëanor hisses. "If you were not grievously injured—"

"You'd punch me?" he finishes, laughing softly.
( Beginning Notes: )( the dead don't die, the heart still beats )( End Notes )

also posted on ao3

Fandom: TOLKIEN J. R. R. • The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth
Rating: Gen
Relationship: Fëanor & Findis & Fingolfin & Lalwen & Finarfin
Word Count: 1,866
( Content Warnings: )
Summary:

The whispers that circulate through Tirion afterwards, throughout all of Aman, will be cruel. She had gotten overconfident, they say, she should have known that Finwë’s line was cursed. She should have been content with three children! The whispers never stop circulating but everyone learns very quickly that no matter how Prince Fëanáro had felt about Queen Indis to say such a thing within earshot of him was to earn his everlasting ire.

It goes like this —
( hold onto me / i'm a little unsteady )( End Notes: )

Originally posted on AO3

Fandom: TOLKIEN J. R. R. • The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth
Rating: T+
Relationship: Fëanor & Fingolfin
Word Count: 6,691
( Content Warnings )( Chapters: )
Summary:

"Do you enjoy dying then," Fëanor snaps, twisting to glare at him. "Because that is all you are accomplishing by yourself."

"It is all I accomplished with your help as well," he bites back, sneering at the way Fëanor's nostrils flare in offense. "Do not delude yourself into believing that you could have done better—" the words spill out of him, quick and viscous and covered in venom "—don't forget you died first and left me the mess to clean up. You—" he cuts himself off sharply. This Fëanor has done nothing yet he viciously reminds himself. You, he had been about to say, burned the boats and left us and if we had not been so foolhardy as to brave the Helcaraxë then Maedhros would have died or hung there another century and Maglor would have been High King which would have led to no victories at all.
( Beginning Notes: )( tonight you're thinking of cities under crowns of snow )( End Notes )

Also on AO3

Fandom: TOLKIEN J. R. R. • The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth
Rating: T+
Relationship: Fëanor & Fingolfin
Word Count: 5,279
( Content Warnings )( Chapters: )
Summary:

Fëanor’s eyebrows shoot up as he surveys the design. “This is a weapon,” he says slowly, pinning Fingolfin with a piercing gaze. “What on Arda could you need a weapon for? And with such urgency.”

“I really do not see how that’s any of your concern,” he says tightly, feeling his plans for the day slipping out of his grasp. “Give it back.”

Fëanor studies him for a moment. Looks back to the design, brow furrowing as he examines it. “No,” he says finally, folding the paper up and tucking it inside of his pocket. “Tell me why you need it and I’ll make it.”
( Beginning Notes: )( maybe you're a goner / maybe I survived )( End Notes: )

Also posted on AO3

Fandom: TOLKIEN J. R. R. • The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth
Rating: T+
Relationship: Fëanor & Fingolfin
Word Count: 5,541
( Content Warnings )( Chapters: )
Summary:

Fingolfin feels like part of him is still stuck in Beleriand, blood on his teeth and an all-consuming anger splintering out of control. Like he'll blink and once again see Morgoth's foot coming down. He wants. What does he want? He does not wish to be dead. He is, he supposes, grateful for this chance to fix things as much as they can be fixed. But he wants.

He wants for Fëanor to know him. Wants to work through all the ugly words and acts of violence that had divided them and come out the other side better for it. He cannot throw all the scathing anger in his chest at a brother who does not understand. Cannot scream at this Fëanor for burning the boats, for leaving them to the ice, for Elenwë, for Arakáno, for the countless others who had followed him and paid for it. And so what is he meant to do with the anger? He cannot swallow it all down forever and also salvage his relationship with Fëanor in this new song.

He wants, he thinks, watching a potter unmake a bowl that was marred, to un-sing himself as well.
( Beginning Notes: )( guess I'm feeling unmoored )( End Notes: )

Also posted on AO3

Fandom: TOLKIEN J. R. R. • The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth
Rating: T+
Relationship: Celegorm & Finrod
Word Count: 3,560
( Content Warnings: )( Series: there's a lake at the bottom of our river )
Summary:

He doesn’t need to stay but he knows, that buried in his heart is that same little desire that had sometimes had him looking over his shoulder after he’d left Nargothrond. That little thought that he’d turn to look and find Curufin and Celegorm riding up behind them because they’d realized they didn’t want him to go into danger alone. He just wants his friend back really. Doesn’t know if that’s possible. Especially if Celegorm isn’t willing to even try to apologize.

He’s just hurt. He’s never handled that as gracefully as he should.

Or: Finrod just wanted to retrieve his niece and return to Tirion so he didn’t have to explain to his sister why he let her daughter come to even more harm. He absolutely did not want to deal with all the old hurts that seeing Celegorm brought back up. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem like he's going to get much of a choice in the matter. Everything is going totally fine.
( the lullaby i wrote on your throat )


Originally posted on AO3

Fandom: TOLKIEN J. R. R. • The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth
Rating: T+
Relationship: Celebrimbor/Sauron
Word Count: 3,263
( Content Warnings: )( Chapters: )
Summary:

In the end, what stops him are Tyelpe’s hands.
( Chapter 1: 'cause i love you (for whatever that's worth) )

Originally posted on AO3

Fandom: TOLKIEN J. R. R. • The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth
Rating: T+
Relationship: Celebrían & Celegorm • Celebrían & Celegorm & Finrod
Word Count: 10,957
( Content Warnings )( Series: there's a lake at the bottom of our river )
Summary:

Celebrían sails.

They send her to Lórien first and she flees. She stays with her grandfather and Finarfin does not understand. Finrod tries to help and she doesn’t know how to let him. She smiles a lot. Nods. Grits her teeth and tries to find anything, anything, to spark a desire to live in her chest again.

And then three years later, wandering the streets of Tirion, she hears the whispers - the Fëanorians have begun returning - and for the first time since she arrived, a small spark of interest takes root in her chest.

Or: Celebrían makes some choices many would find questionable, Celegorm grapples with the difficulty of having genuine interactions with anyone, and Finrod was completely prepared to rip Celegorm's throat out too if he'd harmed Celebrían. Everything is going totally fine.
( I left myself in the lost and found box )( end notes )