Fëanor went back home after the party had been ruined and once he got there found his house had been broken into and all his stuff was gone and his dad was dead and went D:<
Being a charismatic speaker, he immediately thereafter went and gave a rousing speech full of blood and wrath to all his relatives about how the Valar sucked and Valinor sucked and they should all just go to Middle Earth and beat up Melkor who he renamed Morgoth (aka "Dark Enemy of the World" because in case you have not already noticed FEANOR IS A DRAMA QUEEN) because he KILLED THE KING and also he stole my stuff.
He convinced most of them, with the exception of the wife of basically everyone who was married, to come back to Middle Earth with him and abandon Valinor, and then comes one of the most important parts - the Oath. Fëanor drew his sword and jumped up and swore, in brief, to shank everyone who like even thought about a silmaril unless they were thinking about giving it back, and his sons - led by Nelyafinwë - jumped up and drew their swords and swore it with him.
This lead to bad things.
Fëanor and his kids and Fingolfin and his kids and Finarfin and his kids all packed up and went to the sea, where the first stop was this city that had been created by some other elves. Said elves had some really great ships that the sea gods had helped them make, which were like their children - they were white and shaped like white swans, with white sails, and they really loved them. They also refused to let Fëanor and everyone with him use them to cross the sea with. Fëanor responded to this reasonable refusal by starting to murder everyone, and his kids joined in, and then there was this giant battle wherein LOTS OF ELVES WERE MURDERED. This entire debacle is called the first kinslaying (yes, there were more) and after it was done one of the Valar, Mandos, showed up and informed everyone that this was a terrible thing they'd done and they could turn around and come home right now or be cursed forever.
Finarfin (who you will recall is the only sane member of his family) at this point went "well all right guys it's been fun take care I'm out" and turned around, but nobody else did.
Fëanor and his children having murdered their way to a ride over the sea jumped in and sailed across the water, leaving behind Fingolfin and everyone else.
Nelyafinwë, at the very least, thought that they were only sending some people on ahead and would turn around and come back for everyone else once the advance party had landed. Consequently, when they had landed, he asked dad who they were sending back for everyone else, and Fëanor went HOW ABOUT NOBODY and lit the ships on fire and let them burn and also in the process may or may not have burned his youngest son to death because he failed at doing a headcount before taking this action.
Good job, Fëanor, good job.
Nelyafinwë was left uncomfortable enough with the burning of the ships that he refused to participate in that mess, as it stranded all of their relatives on the other side of the sea. But there was really no changing the past, and so together with the rest of the elves that Fëanor had brought with him attacked Morgoth.
Morgoth, who was a firm believer in the "lead from the rear" principle of battle, hid behind his Balrogs, which Fëanor charged, and consequently he died in approximately the first five minutes. His sons actually did manage to chase everything off of him, but he got mortally wounded before that, and then a bit after his death his body spontaneously combusted, which I guess at least saved on funeral expenses.
Finwë had been High King of the Noldor, after he had died his eldest son Fëanor had taken up the job, and now that Fëanor was dead, the mantle fell to Nelyafinwë, while the battle was still going on.
Both sides managed to drag themselves back to look after the wounded, and were trying to figure out what action to take next, and while everything was quiet and calm, Morgoth sent over a messenger saying that gosh you know what he surrenders and you can have a silmaril and everything if you come meet me. This was quite obviously a trap, but that darn oath that the sons of Fëanor had taken meant they had to try to get the silmarils when an opening presented itself, so Nelyafinwë had gone off to the meeting anyway. Not being a total idiot, he did take with him twice as many men as he was supposed to. It was just unfortunate for him that Morgoth brought three times as many, and so in the end he was captured, and then hung from a cliff by the wrist for like 20 years.
I don't know.
Thus did the Kingship temporarily fall to Nelyafinwë's next younger brother, Makalaurë, who probably sat and made concerned faces at the names of the number of kings he was related to Morgoth was picking off, lately.
MEANWHILE.
Fingolfin and his crew had elected, instead of living as beach hobos on a blood-soaked beach for the rest of eternity, to cross the Grinding Ice, a place exactly as pleasant as it sounds, without any proper equipment. Somehow this actually didn't end as disastrously as it could have, and most of them arrived on the other side still alive, and in fact in good enough condition to fight. They encountered Makalaurë's troops, joined forces, and a run down of current events was given. Findekáno, despite still believing Nelyafinwë had in fact been in on the whole leave-them-to-be-beach-hobos thing, decided that a bro always had his bro's back, and because he was either mildly suicidal or did not know the meaning of fear or probably both just snuck right through Morgoth's army, to the cliff where Nelyafinwë was still being dangled by the wrist. Nelyafinwë asked Findekáno to just kill him, as he didn't really have a way to get him out, but Findekáno was like "no wait I got this" and with the help of some fancy shooting and a giant eagle cut off Nelyafinwë's hand and brought him back to his family to recover, and thus from that day forward was Nelyafinwë super left-handed. He also gave the kingship to Fingolfin, which caused some tension with his brothers, but which healed the ill-feeling that was between the two groups, which was what he was after. It is also entirely possible that after his brief stint as a king earned him a place as Morgoth's wall hanging he was just done with the whole enterprise.
Attacking head on to try to regain the silmarils hadn't exactly worked out so well, so the Fëanorians basically settled down and decided to siege Morgoth instead.
For centuries. nbd nbd.
There were some wars.
Honestly there really wasn't any significant change in the status quo.
After long enough of this, a king in a kingdom that the sons of Fëanor had been banned from (who had also outlawed quenya, btw, which explains why sindarin became the lingua franca for the elves of middle earth) managed to get a silmaril through a very excellent story that is also very long and really has nothing to do with this app. SUFFICE IT TO SAY HE HAD A SILMARIL. So Maedhros (as Nelyafinwë was, by that point) basically sent a polite(ish) letter telling him to fork it over, it belonged to the sons of Fëanor. Dior (the king in question) basically was like "excuse you my parents DIED getting this thing!" (yes this was back before dior was born)(look it's a long story) and told him just where he could take his letter and stuff it.
So the Fëanorians, as usual, did the reasonable thing and attacked Doriath and razed it to the ground.
Some of the brothers who were alive were killed in the battle, along with Dior and his wife, and their two young twin sons were kidnapped and LEFT TO STARVE IN THE WOODS (WHAT THE HELL, SERVANTS OF CELEGORM AND CURUFIN), but the silmaril still escaped, with the tiny princess who was in fact the only member of her family who survived this mess. This sort of thing clearly couldn't be allowed to stand, so a while after this THEY WENT AND ATTACKED THE REFUGEE CAMP.
Elwing, the princess, actually ended up jumping off a cliff while wearing the necklace that held the silmaril instead of giving it over, as far as she knew to her death. It actually didn't end that way, though, because the god of the sea turned her into a bird and she flew off to join her husband, whose ship ended up being turned into the world's first sailboat-airplane-spaceship... thing....
After the third kinslaying (that attack on the refugees; the second was going after Doriath) was over, Maedhros and Maglor (aka Makalaurë) actually ended up kidnapping her young twin sons, who had been left behind, and raising them for a while.
Somehow this didn't end terribly, and apparently they gave them back after a while because they wound up hangin with another elf by the name of Gil-Galad, who... may or may not be a nephew/cousin/who even knows Tolkien never actually made up his mind on that front.
At this point Maedhros and Maglor were the only brothers left alive, and shortly after this point the Valar finally decided they had had enough of Morgoth and his dragons and monsters and his acting like a jerk so they sent some folks off to get that mess taken care of. Said mess was taken care of, though it was messier while that was happening. Eventually Morgoth was captured and the silmarils were reclaimed. They just... weren't given to Maedhros and Maglor.
At this point both of them were really really sick of being at war and killing innocent people and non-innocent people and just killing in general and very sick of this ENDLESS quest, but they were bound by an oath so they went and asked for the silmarils back anyway. Dude who had been put in charge by the Valar basically went "look I will give these jewels to genocidal maniacs when and only when the valar tell me to GET OUT. Maedhros and Maglor retreated and had a little discussion, with Maglor saying "well yeah but see if we swore by the Valar and they're saying they want us to stop then that means we're off the hook right right we can stop right RIGHT???" and Maedhros going "but we swore it's really not that simple, we can't stop."
{ Nelyafinwë || Tolkien's Legendarium || reserve || 3 of ? }
Being a charismatic speaker, he immediately thereafter went and gave a rousing speech full of blood and wrath to all his relatives about how the Valar sucked and Valinor sucked and they should all just go to Middle Earth and beat up Melkor who he renamed Morgoth (aka "Dark Enemy of the World" because in case you have not already noticed FEANOR IS A DRAMA QUEEN) because he KILLED THE KING and also he stole my stuff.
He convinced most of them, with the exception of the wife of basically everyone who was married, to come back to Middle Earth with him and abandon Valinor, and then comes one of the most important parts - the Oath. Fëanor drew his sword and jumped up and swore, in brief, to shank everyone who like even thought about a silmaril unless they were thinking about giving it back, and his sons - led by Nelyafinwë - jumped up and drew their swords and swore it with him.
This lead to bad things.
Fëanor and his kids and Fingolfin and his kids and Finarfin and his kids all packed up and went to the sea, where the first stop was this city that had been created by some other elves. Said elves had some really great ships that the sea gods had helped them make, which were like their children - they were white and shaped like white swans, with white sails, and they really loved them. They also refused to let Fëanor and everyone with him use them to cross the sea with. Fëanor responded to this reasonable refusal by starting to murder everyone, and his kids joined in, and then there was this giant battle wherein LOTS OF ELVES WERE MURDERED. This entire debacle is called the first kinslaying (yes, there were more) and after it was done one of the Valar, Mandos, showed up and informed everyone that this was a terrible thing they'd done and they could turn around and come home right now or be cursed forever.
Finarfin (who you will recall is the only sane member of his family) at this point went "well all right guys it's been fun take care I'm out" and turned around, but nobody else did.
Fëanor and his children having murdered their way to a ride over the sea jumped in and sailed across the water, leaving behind Fingolfin and everyone else.
Nelyafinwë, at the very least, thought that they were only sending some people on ahead and would turn around and come back for everyone else once the advance party had landed. Consequently, when they had landed, he asked dad who they were sending back for everyone else, and Fëanor went HOW ABOUT NOBODY and lit the ships on fire and let them burn and also in the process may or may not have burned his youngest son to death because he failed at doing a headcount before taking this action.
Good job, Fëanor, good job.
Nelyafinwë was left uncomfortable enough with the burning of the ships that he refused to participate in that mess, as it stranded all of their relatives on the other side of the sea. But there was really no changing the past, and so together with the rest of the elves that Fëanor had brought with him attacked Morgoth.
Morgoth, who was a firm believer in the "lead from the rear" principle of battle, hid behind his Balrogs, which Fëanor charged, and consequently he died in approximately the first five minutes. His sons actually did manage to chase everything off of him, but he got mortally wounded before that, and then a bit after his death his body spontaneously combusted, which I guess at least saved on funeral expenses.
Finwë had been High King of the Noldor, after he had died his eldest son Fëanor had taken up the job, and now that Fëanor was dead, the mantle fell to Nelyafinwë, while the battle was still going on.
Both sides managed to drag themselves back to look after the wounded, and were trying to figure out what action to take next, and while everything was quiet and calm, Morgoth sent over a messenger saying that gosh you know what he surrenders and you can have a silmaril and everything if you come meet me. This was quite obviously a trap, but that darn oath that the sons of Fëanor had taken meant they had to try to get the silmarils when an opening presented itself, so Nelyafinwë had gone off to the meeting anyway. Not being a total idiot, he did take with him twice as many men as he was supposed to. It was just unfortunate for him that Morgoth brought three times as many, and so in the end he was captured, and then hung from a cliff by the wrist for like 20 years.
I don't know.
Thus did the Kingship temporarily fall to Nelyafinwë's next younger brother, Makalaurë, who probably sat and made concerned faces at the names of the number of kings he was related to Morgoth was picking off, lately.
MEANWHILE.
Fingolfin and his crew had elected, instead of living as beach hobos on a blood-soaked beach for the rest of eternity, to cross the Grinding Ice, a place exactly as pleasant as it sounds, without any proper equipment. Somehow this actually didn't end as disastrously as it could have, and most of them arrived on the other side still alive, and in fact in good enough condition to fight. They encountered Makalaurë's troops, joined forces, and a run down of current events was given. Findekáno, despite still believing Nelyafinwë had in fact been in on the whole leave-them-to-be-beach-hobos thing, decided that a bro always had his bro's back, and because he was either mildly suicidal or did not know the meaning of fear or probably both just snuck right through Morgoth's army, to the cliff where Nelyafinwë was still being dangled by the wrist. Nelyafinwë asked Findekáno to just kill him, as he didn't really have a way to get him out, but Findekáno was like "no wait I got this" and with the help of some fancy shooting and a giant eagle cut off Nelyafinwë's hand and brought him back to his family to recover, and thus from that day forward was Nelyafinwë super left-handed. He also gave the kingship to Fingolfin, which caused some tension with his brothers, but which healed the ill-feeling that was between the two groups, which was what he was after. It is also entirely possible that after his brief stint as a king earned him a place as Morgoth's wall hanging he was just done with the whole enterprise.
Attacking head on to try to regain the silmarils hadn't exactly worked out so well, so the Fëanorians basically settled down and decided to siege Morgoth instead.
For centuries. nbd nbd.
There were some wars.
Honestly there really wasn't any significant change in the status quo.
After long enough of this, a king in a kingdom that the sons of Fëanor had been banned from (who had also outlawed quenya, btw, which explains why sindarin became the lingua franca for the elves of middle earth) managed to get a silmaril through a very excellent story that is also very long and really has nothing to do with this app. SUFFICE IT TO SAY HE HAD A SILMARIL. So Maedhros (as Nelyafinwë was, by that point) basically sent a polite(ish) letter telling him to fork it over, it belonged to the sons of Fëanor. Dior (the king in question) basically was like "excuse you my parents DIED getting this thing!" (yes this was back before dior was born)(look it's a long story) and told him just where he could take his letter and stuff it.
So the Fëanorians, as usual, did the reasonable thing and attacked Doriath and razed it to the ground.
Some of the brothers who were alive were killed in the battle, along with Dior and his wife, and their two young twin sons were kidnapped and LEFT TO STARVE IN THE WOODS (WHAT THE HELL, SERVANTS OF CELEGORM AND CURUFIN), but the silmaril still escaped, with the tiny princess who was in fact the only member of her family who survived this mess. This sort of thing clearly couldn't be allowed to stand, so a while after this THEY WENT AND ATTACKED THE REFUGEE CAMP.
Elwing, the princess, actually ended up jumping off a cliff while wearing the necklace that held the silmaril instead of giving it over, as far as she knew to her death. It actually didn't end that way, though, because the god of the sea turned her into a bird and she flew off to join her husband, whose ship ended up being turned into the world's first sailboat-airplane-spaceship... thing....
After the third kinslaying (that attack on the refugees; the second was going after Doriath) was over, Maedhros and Maglor (aka Makalaurë) actually ended up kidnapping her young twin sons, who had been left behind, and raising them for a while.
Somehow this didn't end terribly, and apparently they gave them back after a while because they wound up hangin with another elf by the name of Gil-Galad, who... may or may not be a nephew/cousin/who even knows Tolkien never actually made up his mind on that front.
At this point Maedhros and Maglor were the only brothers left alive, and shortly after this point the Valar finally decided they had had enough of Morgoth and his dragons and monsters and his acting like a jerk so they sent some folks off to get that mess taken care of. Said mess was taken care of, though it was messier while that was happening. Eventually Morgoth was captured and the silmarils were reclaimed. They just... weren't given to Maedhros and Maglor.
At this point both of them were really really sick of being at war and killing innocent people and non-innocent people and just killing in general and very sick of this ENDLESS quest, but they were bound by an oath so they went and asked for the silmarils back anyway. Dude who had been put in charge by the Valar basically went "look I will give these jewels to genocidal maniacs when and only when the valar tell me to GET OUT. Maedhros and Maglor retreated and had a little discussion, with Maglor saying "well yeah but see if we swore by the Valar and they're saying they want us to stop then that means we're off the hook right right we can stop right RIGHT???" and Maedhros going "but we swore it's really not that simple, we can't stop."