Atlanta Black

Fandom: TOLKIEN J. R. R. • The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth
Rating: T+
Relationship: Fëanor & Fingolfin
Word Count: 1,538
No Content Warnings
Summary:

But Fëanor was not held guiltless, for he it was that had broken the peace of Valinor and drawn his sword upon his kinsman; and Mandos said to him: “Thou speakest of thraldom. If thraldom it be, thou canst not escape it; for Manwë is King of Arda, and not of Aman only. And this deed was unlawful, whether in Aman or not in Aman. Therefore this doom is now made: for twelve years thou shalt leave Tirion where this threat was uttered. In that time take counsel with thyself, and remember who and what thou art. But after that time this matter shall be set in peace and held redressed, if others will release thee.”

“Well that’s rather stupid,” Fingolfin says.

( Beginning Notes: )( let's jump ahead to the moment of epiphany )( 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: 5,718
( Content Warnings )( Chapters: )
Summary:

The moment they are in Fëanor's workshop with the door closed Fëanor turns on him and demands, "Explain. Why have you decided to do something so monumentally difficult so suddenly?"

He does not, Fingolfin notes, say monumentally stupid, or even, you cannot kill a Vala. Only why something so difficult as if it is a given he could kill a Vala given enough thought. He would not be Fëanor without that arrogance but Fingolfin had nearly forgotten how incredibly charming and abrasive it was all at once.
( Beginning Notes: )( i swear i'm gonna die on my feet )( End Notes: )

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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