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The History of Middle-earth (chibi version) - Part 224 - Leadership contest

26th June 2015 (19:19)

Had to do some last-minute sorting out since I seemed to have duplicated a cartoon, but instead i'd saved over the same one twice. :(

We see three of Fingolfin's four children here. Argon is off doing his own thing, presumably. This is not foreshadowing. :)

Part 224: Leadership contest

Next time: Part 225: Move 'em out!

Chibis by the now-dead website formerly known as tektek.org
Original story by and copyright to J R R Tolkien, ed. C Tolkien: Primarily based on the Silmarillion, but incorporating ideas from the 12-volume History of Middle Earth series.
Questions and comments welcome!


Posted by: StephenT (stormwreath)
Posted at: 30th June 2015 17:59 (UTC)

Yes, that's the plan. The problem is reconciling it with (a) the fact that she was one of the most enthusiastic ringleaders in the plan to go to Middle-earth, (b) the fact that she fell under the Ban of the Valar, and felt tremendous guilt and shame for her deeds such that she refused to return to Aman (c) the fact that she was allowed to accompany the Noldor on their journey after alqualondë, which would be strange if she'd just been fighting them!

From a Doylist perspective, I think the problem is that late in life, Tolkien grew uncomfortable at the idea of his 'good guy' characters having been involved in the Kinslaying, and rewrote the stories to give them a more creditable role in events - but that led to inconsistencies.

As for what I'm planning, this is unfortunately only a fragmentary piece, not a full story, but it gives an idea of the flavour:

Maedhros gave a concise report to his father – it seemed the majority of the ships had been secured – then looked over to her in surprise.

"Oh, hi, Nerwen. What are you doing here?" He usually used her mother-name, perhaps because he and most of his brothers did the same with their own.

"She's fighting us, apparently" replied his father, with dry wit. Maedhros gave a double take, stared with new eyes at her blood-stained sword.

Galadriel's reply was icy. "Your people were slaughtering indiscriminately. Anyone with honour would have defended the innocent."

"No, that's not right! We came for the ships, we didn't attack the town!" Maedhros was troubled but his father overrode him.

"We attacked the people who tried to stop us. We swore to show no mercy to those who stand in our way. And now we have what we came for, you say?"

"Yes, father. The ships are ready to cast off as soon as we're all on board."

"Then let us go on board." Fëanor raised his sword to Galadriel in an ironic salute. "Can we offer you passage on our ships, my lady, or do you prefer to remain here as a slave of the Valar?"

"I would prefer to travel in the company of my father and brothers, thank you very much. Their camp probably does not smell so much of blood."

"Blood is a smell we'll all have to get used to before this war is over. But, as you wish. You may tag along in our wake if you prefer."

She stood on the docks and watched the white ships sail, one by one, out through the arch of living rock at the harbour mouth. The wind had been rising, and white foam burst over the side of the quay even here in the sheltered port. It smelled of salt and tears, and the surging of the waves and sucking of the undertow moaned and sighed as if the sea itself were crying.

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