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 ***TEARS UNNUMBERED SHALL YE SHED!***, Roleplay story
Narrator
Posted: Oct 11 2008, 08:55 AM


Bara


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"On the House of FŽanor the wrath of the Valar lieth from the West unto the uttermost East, and upon all that will follow them it shall be laid also."

After their return to Middle-earth, FŽanor had the great swan ships burned before leading his people up the Firth of Drengist. Upon the shore of Lake Mithrim they camped. Morgoth saw an opportunity to finally destroy the Noldor in Beleriand, and sent a vast army of Orcs to launch a surprise attack. (Dagor-nuin-Giliath or The Battle-under-Stars) Though the Orcs greatly outnumbered the Elves and had the advantage of surprise, the Noldor turned the tide and routed their enemy. Many of Morgoth's host fled back over the Mountains, where they joined with reinforcing armies, but still they were no match for the Elves. Celegorm and his hunters chased them across Ard-galen and into the Fen of Serech, where they were destroyed.

FŽanor, filled with wrath and so close to his objective, charged on towards Angband, thinking to utterly defeat Morgoth and retrieve the Silmarils, leaving most of his host behind and unaware of his decision. With just the few soldiers of his personal guard, he was set upon by Balrogs, and fatally wounded. Rescued by his sons, FŽanor died soon after, leaving those who had taken the oath to fulfil it.

The Dagor-nuin-Giliath changed the face of Beleriand. Before the battle, Orcs had wandered widely outside the protected realm of Doriath, and besieged the shoreland Havens of the Falas. After the battle, the few that remained of Morgoth's hosts had fled back to their master in the North.

After this first defeat, Morgoth sent messengers to the Elves to sue for peace, as he claimed, but instead he attacked the ambassadors of the Noldor and captured Maedhros son of FŽanor. He hung his prisoner by the wrist from the heights of Thangorodrim above Angband. Soon after this, Morgoth was astounded to see the Valar launch two brilliant lights into the sky: the newly made Moon and Sun.

In fear he sent out black clouds from Thangorodrim to darken the sky and aid his night-sighted servants, and began to prepare in earnest for war.

At the point of this roleplay the sun and moon have not risen in the sky, nor have the host of Fingolfin yet finished their journey across the HelcaraxŽ. Initially the FŽanorians encamped upon the north shore of Lake Mithrim under the starlight. This from Tolkien:

The Orcs fled before them, and they were driven forth from Mithrim with great slaughter, and hunted over the Mountains of Shadow into the great plain of Ard-galen, that lay northward of Dorthonion.

Read the whole thing here ---> Of The Return Of The Noldor

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Timeline - Beginning of the First Age:

1 Awakening of Men in Hildůrien.
The first rising of the Moon, followed soon afterwards by the Sun.
The crossing of the HelcaraxŽ by Fingolfin and his followers.
2 Fingolfin withdraws from the gates of Angband and camps on the north shore of Lake Mithrim. The FŽanorians move their camp away from the followers of Fingolfin.
5 Fingon rescues Maedhros from the heights of Thangorodrim, and so helps to heal the rift between the factions of the Noldor.
6 Angrod son of Finarfin is received into Doriath by King Thingol.
7 Holding council in Mithrim, the Noldor choose Fingolfin to be their High King.
20 The Mereth Aderthad, the Feast of Reuniting, is held at the Pools of Ivrin.

Characters:

At the time of this story, the characters only speak Quenya. The elves they encounter in Middle Earth speak another language, Sindarin. The sons of Feanor have grown up with their Quenya names, but later they will be known exclusively by their Sindarin names. In the Silmarillion, they are called by their Sindarin names.

Feanor's Quenya mother-name: FŽanaro (spirit of fire)
Feanor's Quenya father-name: CurufinwŽ (skillful)

The Sons of FŽanor

1. Sindarin name: Maedhros (well shaped copper)
Quenya mother-name: Maitimo (well shaped)
Quenya father-name: NelyafinwŽ (third FinwŽ)
Childhood pet name: Nelyo
Nickname: Russandol (red hair)

2. Sindarin name: Maglor
Quenya mother-name: MacalaurŽ (forging gold)
Quenya father-name: CanafinwŽ (strong-voiced)
Childhood pet name: Cano

3. Sindarin name: Celegorm
Quenya mother-name: Tyelkormo (hasty riser)
Quenya father-name: TurcafinwŽ (strong bodied)
Childhood pet name: Turco

4. Sindarin name: Caranthir
Quenya mother-name: Carnistir (red faced)
Quenya father-name: MorifinwŽ (dark)
Childhood pet name: Moryo

5. Sindarin name: Curufin
Quenya mother-name: AtarinkŽ (little father)
Quenya father-name: CurufinwŽ (skillful)
Childhood pet name: Curvo

6. Sindarin name: Amrod
Quenya mother-name: Ambarussa (russet top)
Quenya father-name: PityafinwŽ (little)
Childhood pet name: Pityo

7. Sindarin name: Amras
Quenya mother-name #1: Ambarussa
Quenya mother-name change #2: Umbarto (fated one)
Quenya mother-name final change #3: Ambarto (upwards-exalted)
Quenya father-name: TelufinwŽ (last FinwŽ)
Childhood pet name: Telvo



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Characters Needed:

Maedhros (NelyafinwŽ, Maitimo, Russandol, Nelyo) - taken
Maglor (CanafinwŽ, MakalaurŽ, MacalaurŽ, Cano) - taken
Celegorm (TurcafinwŽ, Tyelkormo, Turco) - taken
Caranthir (MorifinwŽ, Carnistir, Moryo) - taken
Curufin (CurufinwŽ, AtarinkŽ, Curvo) - taken
Amrod (PityafinwŽ, Ambarussa, Pityo) - taken
Amras (TelufinwŽ, Ambarussa or Umbarto/Ambarto, Telvo) - taken

Other FŽanorians in the host of FŽanor.
Maikhel - brother to Nerdanel taken
Maedhros
Posted: Oct 11 2008, 04:42 PM


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Chapter I - Betrayed

Maedhros held his torch to the wood in the brazier and watched as it slowly caught fire. In the flames he saw again the stolen ships of his Teleri kinsmen burning, heard the death-screams, and saw the blood turning the Sea red. He swallowed against the taste of bile in his throat. Looking up at the faces of his six brothers, now illuminated by the small campfire, he set his mind instead to the task at hand.

He pulled off his helmet, letting his copper-hued hair fall down his back. Turning towards the fire, he met each of his brothers' eyes, letting them see his grave expression. The look was enough to silence all of them and command their attention.

"My brothers, we have won a great victory at great cost. Our father is dead. So too are our comrades who fell in this great battle under the Stars." He paused. "So too are those who fell to our blades at Aqualonde." Feeling his face burn, he stopped to regain his composure, staring hard into the flaming brazier.

After a few moments, Maedhros looked past his brothers into the vast darkness. "This land that is still so unfamiliar is now ours. We have claimed it--but not yet that which we sought. We have not yet recovered the Silmarils. We have sworn to do so in Aman, and have sworn it again to Father as he drew his last breath.

"I am not the orator that Father was, but I have called you together because we now face a difficult decision. You all saw the rider in black who entered our camp. You all knew at once that he was a servant of Morgoth. You may even have heard the exchange which passed between him and me."

Maedhros produced a gilded scroll and slowly unrolled it. "It seems," he said carefully, "that Morgoth has offered us terms." He looked again at each of his brothers to see their reaction.

"The messenger claimed that this scroll is written in Morgoth's own hand. You will, I am certain, find its contents surprising.

"To the mighty and valiant Sons of Feanaro. You have done the impossible and bested me. I am the Lord of Arda, but my forces have fallen under your assault. I have no choice now but to acknowledge my defeat and offer you these terms: I shall cease my attacks on your people, and shall surrender to you one Silmaril, if you in turn cease your attacks against me. In seven turnings of the stars, my emissaries shall meet you on the battlefield, but only for a parley, in which I shall hear your answer."

Scoffing, Maedhros threw the parchment onto the fire and laughed bitterly as it blazed. "I do not believe a word of it!"


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I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the airó
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

--Alan Seeger
Celegorm
Posted: Oct 11 2008, 06:11 PM


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Filled with the elation of great victory, Celegorm listened to the voice of his oldest brother. Though sorrow for his father was not far below the surface of his mind, and may even have fueled his martial fire, his anger threatened to leave him unfettered. One mailed fist clenched his bow as he listened to Maedhros' even voice read the words of their enemy. Finally he could stand the silence no longer and before another could speak he stood forth.

"We have destroyed him already brothers! He huddles in fear with his few remaining servants, the killers of our father." Celegorm's eyes blazed in the firelight as he removed his helm and threw it to a pile of furs causing his hound to leap to the side. "He is a liar! Does he think we are FOOLS?!" Breath from his words fogged the air about him and the heat from beneath his armour caused steam to rise from between the joints.

"He will give US a Silmaril?!" Celegorm's laugh was bitter. "I say we shall take all THREE! And then - we will see if the first born can kill such a one as he. We shall finish this now, as father would have wanted." His angry voice gentled a bit at last, for his father had been dear to him. Nothing would stand in the way of the revenge he would met out to those who had killed him. Always he would blame himself for not knowing what his father had planned. For being elsewhere when his father needed him most.

"The foul one flatters us, does he think we are preening here, congratulating ourselves for a job half done? Nay! It is time to put an end to him!" The fire from the brazier caught the gold highlights in Celegorm's hair but, at this time, there was not much that was fair about him as he stood in that company. His sircoat was red and black, not that of the fine embroidery it once had upon it, but of the lifeblood of those he fought alongside or against. The sword in his belt was uncleaned, dried with the gore of battle.

"Let us return to the field now and end this I say!"
Maedhros
Posted: Oct 12 2008, 06:39 PM


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Maedhros closed his eyes in weariness. Had the madness of his father now passed to his brothers? How much more destruction must they cause before the tide was stemmed? How could he stop it? He had tried to stop his father, had stood aside as all the others helped Feanor to burn the Telerin ships, but it had done no good. Mandos' doom had made it clear: there would be no atoning for the innocent blood they had already shed.

How swiftly the world had changed! Maedhros almost felt that when he opened his eyes, he would be back in Aman with his family, bathed in the light of the Two Trees.

Instead he saw only his bloodstained brothers, the fire throwing nightmarish shadows on their faces. Celegorm leaned forward, eager to return to battle. He has become as fey as Father, Maedhros thought.

"Tyelkormo," Maedhros called his brother by his Quenya name, "what strategy do you propose? That we simply march up to Angband and take the Silmarils from Morgoth? Is it as easy as that? Father did not find it so easy. Have you forgotten how he died right here, just before the messenger arrived? He, whose spirit was so powerful it turned his body to ash?"

Maedhros paused, suddenly speechless as the reality of their father's death struck all seven of them at once. Feanor was gone. They would never see him again. They did not even have a body to mourn or bury with honor. The thought broke Maedhro's heart; so did the grieving faces of his brothers.

"If Father fell to the balrogs, those fiery servants of Morgoth, how could we stand against the Vala himself? Is it not enough that we have pushed him back and made these lands safe? We cannot undo our victory by marching foolishly to our deaths. If we are all killed, who will recover the Silmarils?

"That is why I have decided on this plan: I will go to meet our enemy, but I will go with my army. I know this will be no parley; it will be another battle! Morgoth seeks not to flatter us but to deceive us. Have you forgotten, Tyelkormo, that he deceived the Valar themselves with similar words of contrition? He does not wish to offer any terms but to slay us unawares, just as he murdered Grandfather Finwe. But I shall arrive armed and ready to rout his forces again!"

For a moment, Maedhros believed his own words, but then the voice of his mind cried, Fool! How will you stand against Morgoth without the strength of your brothers and their followers? You will surely perish as Father did!

To silence the doubting voice, Maedhros focused outside himself on the brothers who stood around him. His eyes lingered on their faces, trying to memorize them. Finally he continued.

"You, my brothers, shall not come with me. You shall stay here and fortify this camp. You shall remain to fulfill our Oath, should the coming battle go ill."


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I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the airó
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

--Alan Seeger
Maglor
Posted: Oct 13 2008, 01:00 AM


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Standing silent, the second son of FŽanŠro watched as the drama before him unfolded. His limbs ached as they never had before, while his hurts, minor though they were, stung and bled uncared for. The elation of battle, the energy within which supposedly enabled heroic deeds in times of war had subsided to leave a dull emptiness like a weight upon his fŽa. He did not feel heroic.

His father was gone. He, who had loved them all, who had inspired true devotion in his followers... was gone. Such a thing had not happened to anyone he had ever known. To lose a grandfather and then a father seemed an impossible thing and hard to accept. He was not alone, all his brothers had the same loss. Yet they would handle it differently, each to his own tolerances and personality.

The fire blazed and settled then blazed up again as Maitimo spoke, as if to put emphasis on his words. His oldest brother's plan was to go meet the enemy without the rest of them! It was just like him. The protector! MacalaurŽ wanted to laugh but the oddness of the emotion in this particular situation startled him into continuing his silence. He blinked. When had he sat down? He could not recall, but his hand was stroking the ears of Huan, Celegorm's dog. Furs were under him, keeping the cold at bay, making him even more tired. He was in danger of simply going to sleep! It would be so easy...

With an effort he stood up again, a spur catching in the frayed hem of his cloak caused him to stagger. He mulled over the words of his brothers, those who had spoken so far, and wondered if he should say what was on his mind. Maitimo could not do this alone, he decided. If it comes to pass, I shall ride behind him, unseen and ready to help him.

His grey eyes roved over each of his brothers, noting their injuries, evaluating their pain. Suddenly his gaze locked with Tyelkormo's and it seemed the energy within him lifted his own weariness. MacalaurŽ would speak.

"We can do neither of these actions you propose brothers." His musical voice was soft in an attempt to keep his words between them, yet there was an assertive tone developed since the journey from Tirion. "Tyelkormo, you may feel like continuing the fight but you put your troops at risk, rest is what they need, what we all need. And Maitimo - No! You may be lord now and ruler of all we have here but I will not let you go alone to treat with the enemy! Your argument against Tyelkormo is also an argument against your own plan. We cannot treat with Morgoth! We must gather strength, we must know the land, we must scout and find a good defensive position. There is so much to do to prepare. We should not let Morgoth's lies cause us to make decisions at the expense of our strength."
Celegorm
Posted: Oct 14 2008, 10:33 PM


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Celegorm smiled begrudgingly at MacalaurŽ. He noted how tired his brother seemed to be and realized their followers must at least be so weary. Perhaps he was right, a few days to rest would be welcome to them all. Morgoth had suffered great losses and Tyelkormo's own host had dulled their weapons in the battle. It would not take them long to repair. Sharpened swords and arrow tips would make quick the work to come.

"I misspoke. MacalaurŽ is right, we must think of our subjects." This said, the third son of Feanor stepped away from the fire to speak to his lieutenant and after an exchange of words he returned to them with a satchel. Inside he reached and handed each of his six brothers a square elven waybread perfectly wrapped by a silver leaf. "I have given word to pass our stores to the troops and some of my own guard will hunt." he said.

In the firelight Tyelkormo looked as beautiful as one of the Valar and though his clothing was ruined from the battle his fŽa shone brightly and unmarred. His energy refused to leave him in his weariness and his eyes, undimmed, looked about at the rest. Would his brother AtarinkŽ come with him on a scout?

"We are new to these lands and again MacalaurŽ speaks truly. I would take one of you with me on a scout of the land above the fens where the last of the enemy hordes were decimated." Eyes of molten silver finally fixed on Maitimo and with a snort he spoke to the new King of the Noldor.

"Brother! You are tired and not thinking things through. I admit my mistake in being so anxious to rejoin the fray! Now you too must admit your plan is most foolish. You will not be serving yourself up on a platter to our enemy if I have anything to say about it!"
Maedhros
Posted: Oct 17 2008, 02:39 PM


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"Silence!" Maedhros thundered. "How dare you speak to me with such temerity! You would never have dared to speak to Father this way. You were quick enough to act when he commanded you to burn the ships! I am indeed your lord and High King of the Noldor now, and you will treat me as you would have treated Father. It is I who will not let you accompany me to meet Morgoth! And if any of you disobey me, I shall have you dragged back to camp and bound hand and foot!" His voice rose to a hoarse roar. "Is that understood?!"

With fists clenched and chest heaving, Maedhros glared at his six brothers. They were stunned into silence, for never had he unleashed such fury on them. His youngest brothers, the twins Amrod and Amras, looked hurt; Amras looked about to weep. Sighing, Maedhros opened his arms to them. They came and stood on either side of Maedhros, and he put an arm around each twin.

Drawing strength from the act of comforting his brothers, Maedhros drew in a slow breath, then began to speak softly, as though the fell words were a lullaby.

"Be he foe or friend, be he foul or clean,
brood of Morgoth or bright Vala,
Elda or Maia or Aftercomer,
Man yet unborn upon Middle-earth,
neither law, nor love, nor league of swords,
dread nor danger, nor Doom itself,
shall defend him from FŽanor, and FŽanor's kin,
whoso hideth or hoardeth, or in hand taketh,
finding keepeth or afar casteth,
a Silmaril. This swear we all:
death we will deal him ere Day's ending,
woe unto world's end! Our word hear thou,
Eru Allfather! To the everlasting
Darkness doom us if our deed faileth.
On the holy mountain hear in witness
And our vow remember, ManwŽ and Varda!
"

Amrod and Amras backed away from him with identical expressions of dread. Maedhros met their eyes in grave resignation.

"Thus have we sworn, and thus are we now bound to act. How I wish we could follow Makalaure's words of safety! But that is not an option to us. Lying though he may be, Morgoth has offered us a Silmaril. Should we do nothing, we will be not only cowards but Oathbreakers. We shall be doomed to the everlasting Darkness. I cannot risk that. I cannot.

"Do you not see, my brothers? We must treat with Morgoth, but we cannot all go, for I cannot allow all of us to be put in such danger. If I go, then you can follow Makalaure's counsel. You can know the land and build a stronghold. You can attack our Enemy from a defensible position. May you recover the Silmarils!

"As for me, I may die, but not as an Oathbreaker."


[Quote of the Oath of Feanor: J. R. R. Tolkien: The Annals of Aman ß134, Of the speech of FŽanor upon Tķna (from The History of Middle-earth vol.10: Morgoth's Ring)]


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I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the airó
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

--Alan Seeger
Curufin
Posted: Oct 17 2008, 04:39 PM


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As the fire kindled Curufin's eyes superimposed the stern beauty of his father's death mask on the flames. They had run to save him forcing their horses till they were nearly spent. But at the last, FŽanor had asked to be laid down high in the pass of Ered Wethren for he said he felt the end coming. Tenderly he was carried to a flat rock and made comfortable. Thrice his father's voice rose, the strength of a great warrior making it echo in the cold mountain pass. Trice Morgoth was cursed, the words still ringing in Curufin's ears. They, his brothers, had stood about him tears flowing unchecked at his passing. There was no time to speak of a byre or burial. So keen was the fŽa dwelling in Feanor that its flame consumed his hroš needing no place to be laid at rest.

Curufin blinked as a log fell sending sparks spiriting into the air. He stepped out of the shadows where he had been following the debate between his brothers. The words of the oath spoken by Maedhros still resounded in his ears. He, of all the sons, resembled their father both in form and craft of hand. Hair dark as a raven's wings framed his face, the fire lit the carved planes of his high cheeks, princely and beautiful he stood before them though black gouts of blood marred the silver of his fine armor.

"Yea, we will return to the field but not before preparation," Curufin's voice followed close on Maedhro's words. "Celegorm, we will go together but not before I have had my say." He stepped further into the light.

"He seeks to flatter us and by that drive us into rash action. Woe, betide one among us who thinks that Morgoth is defeated though we have wreaked great damage to him." The fire of their father echoed in the quiet power of his voice. His gray eyes sought each of his brothers in turn but his words were meant for Maedhros whose hot words had stunned the others into silence.

"Brother, you are the High King. Long live the King!" he continued, his voice pitched to pierce each of them. "But the High King does not do the work of those who serve him. He rules and I would that you stay behind to rule as the High King should."


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Then Celegorm no more would stay,
And Curufin smiled and turned away...
~The Lay of Leithian
Maedhros
Posted: Oct 18 2008, 09:05 AM


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Maedhros met the haunted eyes of Curufin and smiled sadly. "Dear, foolish CurufinwŽ. Not only do you wish to come to the parley, but you want me to stay behind as well? I know what you are trying to do. You seek to spare me, just as I seek to spare all of you. Even though we have lost Father, it is good that we still have a strong bond of brotherhood.

"But your words do not convince me. I still have the final authority over this decision, and none of you will accompany me.

"Call to mind Father before all this strife, in the time of the Trees. He was always active. No sooner did he think of an idea than he rushed to complete it. Never would he have said that a king should sit back and let others do the work for him! That was one of his greatest traits, and I mean to emulate it.

"Consider also the words I have just spoken. Should I do nothing, I will be an Oathbreaker. The doom we have called upon ourselves if we break our Oath is worse than anything that could await me at the hands of Morgoth."

Hearing himself say the words made the danger far too real. What could await him at the hands of Morgoth? What were those...those things that had made up his army? Suddenly Maedhros broke out in a cold sweat. He turned away from his brothers to hide the terror in his eyes. His hands were shaking; he needed something to keep them busy. He remembered the wrapped lembas bread Celegorm had handed him, which waited in his pocket. He pulled off his gauntlets, put them aside and peeled away the silver leaf, but he forgot to eat the bread and only turned it over and over in his hands.

Maedhros turned back to his brothers, his commanding presence gone and only weariness left. "Please do not argue with me about this anymore." He was unable to keep a pleading note from his voice. "Please."


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I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the airó
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

--Alan Seeger
Maglor
Posted: Oct 18 2008, 09:49 AM


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A wind had come up and sparks within the brazier were sent aloft as if they climbed to be part of the stars in the sky. With weary eyes MacalaurŽ watched them as they departed upward, seven embers blended with the constellations above. He sighed at the words of his brothers and wondered if the sparks were some sign from ElentŠri that all would be for naught.

It seemed Maitimo was determined to represent them to Morgoth and what could they do if this was so? Normally he was not so foolish, but something had changed in his eldest brother it seemed. Was it at the death of their father? No, before. At the burning of the ships, it was then something had gone out of Maitimo. Was it an understanding of all they had done?

"I love you Nelyo, you are my brother," MacalaurŽ said evenly, gently using Maitimo's pet name, "I will not stand aside and allow you to do this task, you go to your death or worse. Atar would not have done so, he would judge a better time to honor our oath. Patience and common sense does not an oathbreaker make. Would you, on the word of Morgoth as he dangled a gem over a great chasm, jump for it knowing he would pull it away and allow you to descend to your death? That is what he does now. He uses our oath against us and he will do so until there are none of us left." An ominous shiver of cold swept through MacalaurŽ's body for his words suddenly felt prophetic. With a weak voice that still held a musical quality to it he continued.

"If you go, then I shall go! I would not be an oathbreaker nor stand aside while you... go alone."
Amrod and Amras
Posted: Oct 18 2008, 04:33 PM


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Amras was in shock. He had not spoken since the Kinslaying at Aqualonde, when he and his brothers had followed their father in attacking their Teleri kin to steal their white ships. Amras still could not grasp the reality of what they had done there--and then their father had burnt the ships so that none of their allies could come across the Sea to join them. Feanor had stranded his own allies in a frozen wasteland. Amras had been so disgusted that he had almost boarded a ship to return home to Aman and beg pardon from the Valar. But by the time he had pushed his way to the white ships, they were all on fire, and Amras was left to follow his doomed family on whatever horrid path lay before them.

Then, while they explored the new world of Middle-Earth, Morgoth's forces had attacked them unawares. No sooner had they repulsed the Enemy's hordes than they realized their father was missing. They had found him gruesomely burned by the balrogs' fiery whips. And then, no sooner had they moved their father to safety than he died in their arms, and his body vanished into smoke!

And now their oldest brother, Maedhros, was intent on going to his own death. It was all too much for the youngest Feanorian's mind to process. Amras could only concentrate on enduring the present moment, for it seemed that each turning of the stars brought a new crisis. He had let his twin brother, Amrod, speak for him all this time, even in commanding their troops. But now that Maedhros seemed to be going mad, Amras tried to muster the effort it would take to speak again. He took a shuddering breath and opened his mouth, but the great weight in his chest prevented any words from escaping.

Amras looked at his twin and conveyed his thoughts through the silent connection they shared. Ambarussa, I am not ready.

I know, Ambarussa, Amrod replied without speaking. It's all right.

Amrod cleared his throat. "Maitimo," he told Maedhros quietly, "we also think your proposed course is most unwise. High King though you may be, we cannot allow you to go alone either. Allow us to bring our forces, and we shall all have the chance of another victory. You are our beloved brother and we would not lose you."


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When FŽanor begged that their names should at least be different Nerdanel looked strange, and after a while said: 'Then let one be called Umbarto, but which, time will decide.'

FŽanor was disturbed by this ominous name ('Fated'), and changed it to Ambarto. But Nerdanel said: 'Umbarto I spoke; yet do as you wish. It will make no difference.'

--J.R.R. Tolkien, quoted here
Curufin
Posted: Oct 19 2008, 12:31 PM


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"Neither fool or Oathbreaker will I be named! And fool I would be to let you ride lone to an encounter with that one." Both anger and love timbered his voice. He spoke as though unwearied by the battle and the long ride but it was a brittle strength drawing on his last reserves. In his quick movement of anger firelight lay fingers of red on him and shadow. Yet even in his temper his countenance softened as he looked on the twins. In them he could see the innocence of another time, unsullied by strife or bloodshed.

"Are we not the sons of Feanor? And as one of his sons I counsel prudence, I counsel that we decide the time of our parley with Morgoth to avoid any trap he will set us. For trap there will be." He paused to gaze about him. "None gainsay me? Then I would also say this: do not expect Morgoth to go to parley without some hidden strength nor should we go exposed to all he could bring down on us. Let us ride in numbers.

Curufin strode toward Maedhros and gave him the obeisance owed a King then gripped his arm with the intimacy of a brother. In a low voice, his face held close to his brother's he urged, "If you must do this then go well armed, go in a good company of horse and soldiers."


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Then Celegorm no more would stay,
And Curufin smiled and turned away...
~The Lay of Leithian
Celegorm
Posted: Oct 21 2008, 10:30 AM


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Though it was cold, a warm wind played with the stray tendrils of Celegorm's hair. It blew from out of the Fen of Serech and up along the ridges to this encampment named Ethel Sirion. The fen was alight, for fires had been set to consume great piles of their enemy defeated to the last orc. And may every one of you vermin suffer the same fate, he thought darkly as he remembered the battle that lasted for 10 turnings of the stars, the battle that kept him from knowing his fathers plans before it was too late.

With narrowed eyes he looked north and east toward the slag heaps of what would come to be known by the Elves as Thangorodrim. Under the crisp starlight they stood at the farthest distance of his vision, girded in clouds that boiled forth, bright with flashes of unnatural light and odorous with the reek of evil. The fortress caused him worry but it did not deter him from thinking the host of Feanor could win to the gates and beyond. The ease with which his army had destroyed the orcs sent to beleaguer the Falas and Cirdan as well as the retreat of the Balrogs when he and his brothers came up in defense of their father gave him faith that they would be victorious. Morgoth was never on the field of battle, his troops fought without him! Morgoth did not like to fight alongside his thralls and minions, unlike the Elven princes who gave as much to the fight as any of their subjects, the dark one played it safe, or was he fearful? He had this weakness that they could use against him.

The planning of a battle was the same as the planning of a hunt. The good hunter must outwit his quarry to have a successful hunt. A great hunter, as Celegorm considered himself, should know how his quarry thinks and counter it so well that the quarry would have no options. He wondered if Morgoth would attend his own meeting. Surely he would, especially if his bravery was called into question, made to attend to save face, to show courage. If this was so, then it would be easy to surround him. Did not his father's sons cause even the fire spirits to retreat in fear, though too late to save FŽanor from a mortal wound? They could trap Morgoth right here without the need to chase him to the gates of his own fortress!

"WE WILL ALL GO..." Celegorm's voice filled the silence as if all his thoughts had been vocalized. "But we must have a plan! We shall give Morgoth an ultimatum, as victors it is our right to chose the time and place for meeting. Curufin and I will look for a place that will be to our advantage, it should not take long. We will need to find a place where those who serve us will be close and easily called upon by a horn." The molten eyes of the Elf were fixed on Maitimo, weighing the situation and willing his brother to understand and agree.

"Our campfires shall remain lit here on Ethel Sirion as if we remain, yet in silence our host shall proceed at the appointed time and place to surround Morgoth's remaining force. When the time is at hand, Maitimo, as rightful leader and King after our father, should entreat with Morgoth with a small deligation of our best warriors. At the call of the silver horns of our personal guards we can all be ready to assail them with great force and thus put them all to death. No more shall our chosen land be threatened by Morgoth and his thralls, we shall live and hunt in peace! This can be done! We shall do it!" Celegorm's voice was filled with conviction and beautiful in its timbre.
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Posted: Oct 24 2008, 08:36 AM


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Curufin listened to his brother's proposal for tactics murmuring to Maedhros, "This seems sound to me. It has the sound logic of good battle planning." Addressing all his assembled brothers he spoke louder, "Celegorm has ever been the best hunter among us. We will hunt Morgoth and put no trust in him to keep the rules of parley. I think his plan a good one. I, for one, will make myself ready for the sortie."

His glance keen as a hawk, he looked at each of his brothers in turn. Then, with his cape flaring behind him, he walked into the darkness towards the bivouac to prepare.


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Then Celegorm no more would stay,
And Curufin smiled and turned away...
~The Lay of Leithian
Maglor
Posted: Nov 4 2008, 12:37 PM


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As Celegorm and Curufin spoke, a cascade of cold swept through MacalaurŽ's fŽa. Something tickled the back of his thoughts. A dread visited him as cruel as an ice spike driven into his hrŲa. He wondered if a singer was closer to this world song had made than others? These spells had plagued him since the speaking of the oath and they never failed to visit him prior to a great event. He was left alone, with what his brothers would say was unwarranted fears. What did he know? He had always been reluctant to chose action without thought and so was slower to make important decisions. MacalaurŽ was sure his brothers took this as a sign of weakness.

As the aching chill passed beyond him MacalaurŽ tightened his heavy cloak and stood nearer the fire. One who looked closely could see sorrow etched upon his fair face for a short while before he was able to master the effects of his premonition.

What is wrong with me? MacalaurŽ thought, Be strong, take heart in the abilities of my brothers, believe that we may succeed. That we WILL succeed! Make Atar proud! The bereavement he held for his father welled up causing a song to soar through him, one for his departed Atar that he had formulated on the return to the camp. Without waiting for Maitimo to speak MacalaurŽ allowed his beautiful voice to climb to the vault of stars.

"Grant us a single heart, once more,
One that fears no evil thing,
Gems of light our father bore
When FinwŽ was High King.

Let our oath unto starlight tell
Our deep unspoken prayer,
For, while our fŽar in starlight dwell,
We know that thou art there."

Silence reigned for a little while, the troops within hearing had stilled as if keeping a respectful vigil. When their movement signaled a return to present duties MacalaurŽ cleared his throat of emotion.

"I shall prepare my troops but," His voice kept within it the musical quality that influenced all he did, yet added to it was a certain strength and determination befitting the second son of FŽanor. "before I go, before the commands for preparations are made and the rations issued I await agreement Maitimo. We must all agree and you are now our King."
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