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[personal profile] unking 2015-04-05 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: Natalie
Age: 26
Personal Journal: [personal profile] emeralddarkness
E-mail: blue.crystalwings at gmail dot com
AIM/MSN/etc: ceruleangarnet @ aim; [plurk.com profile] emeralddarkness

CHARACTER
Name: Nelyafinwë ("Nelyo")/Maitimo/Russandol (later known as Maedhros)
Canon: Tolkien's Legendairum (The Silmarillion)
Age: uh. uh. um. That's an excellent question uh. P...robably several hundred to a thousand plus years? (it's a little hard to say for sure) As an immoral elf, he appears to be 20s-ish
Timeline: As Melkor is starting to cause all sorts of trouble
Personality:
As a character, Nelyafinwë is beset with elder sibling syndrome, brought on in part (I'm sure) by having six younger brothers - some of whom could be... difficult to get along with, at times - and a father who could be very difficult to get along with. In a family of hotheads, Nelyafinwë seems to have been one of the cooler heads more often than not, maybe exactly because he was the first (and thus - at least for a little while - only) child of Fëanor and Nerdanel. Fëanor can be abrasive, and therefore those raised by him are fairly likely to have gone one of two ways, either growing up to be very similar to him or spending a deal of the day going "dad, dad no, dad, dad." Nelyafinwë seems to have taken the second route, and some of Fëanor's choices as a result left him clearly uncomfortable on-screen, which means it's a fairly sure bet that there were a deal more of these off-screen.

This is not to say that he does not value and is not close to his family, in fact it's literally the opposite. Just that sometimes he probably sat in a back chair way behind Fëanor going "dad no stop you're embarrassing us all." This nonwithstanding, it seems that for the sons of Fëanor family came first, to the point where they were willing to leave their home, kill their relatives, and damn themselves forever to stick together like a family should.

(Look I don't even know).

At times being one of the cooler heads in the family can make him positively cold; part of this is because he is profoundly task-orientated. He is extremely logical, and can be merciless in pursuing a goal. If he doesn't have something to do, he is lost. He needs a purpose, a list he can check things off of or a spreadsheet to follow, but if he's given a goal of any kind you can basically guarantee he'll get it done.

This doesn't mean he can't also display his father's temper, in part. He can easily get angry, or frustrated, and as is evidenced by his history he can certainly be violent, though that is far less likely to happen this early in his history than it would have later. He's stubborn and extremely unwilling to let up on a goal that he's had set, or has set for himself (usually with the larger goal of doing what he's "supposed" to do - he is the dutiful son).

All of Fëanor's children can, at times, be something of a study in contradictions - honorable, yet they commit genocide, loyal and yet look what happens with that. One of the few things you can always count on is that they look after each other. This is perhaps especially true for Nelyafinwë, who after all is a big brother and an older cousin in a family full of troublemakers. He is the good child, the responsible one, the one who can be counted on. He can be stern or merciful, quiet or commanding, but no matter what he is today you can always count on him to do as he says. He makes sure of that.

Background:
The vast majority of things that Nelyafinwë (or Maedhros, as he's known by the time most of it becomes relevant) is actually involved in take place after his pull point, but I'm going to briefly detail them anyway, for the sake of being through and to illustrate his character as well as possible. Admittedly it's not a perfect gauge, as he does go through a lot of character growth and changes a good bit because of it, but you can see foundations of how things started in his actions.

SO.
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[personal profile] unking 2015-04-05 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
Let's start at the beginning, with the creation of elves. To make a very long story somewhat shorter, elves happened, monsters ate some of them, said monsters were mostly stopped, shortly after some of the elves decided to go back to Valinor the home of the Valar (basically gods) and chill with them. This is important because one of the elves who went back to Valinor to chill was Finwë, who unsurprisingly is Nelyafinwë's grandfather. (like literally every relative Finwë helped in the creation of is named after him you think I'm exaggerating but I'm not). Finwë married a lovely elf named Míriel, and together they had a son who was called Curufinwë (SEE? SEE?)/Fëanáro, or more commonly Fëanor, which is the Sindarin translation of one of his names.

I am sorry, all of these guys have like 12 names, and most of them are named after Finwë. To save on headaches for all of us, Curufinwë/Fëanáro/Fëanor is just gonna be referred to as Fëanor from now on - it's kinda the most accessible of his names.

SO ANYWAY. Míriel gave birth to Fëanor, but his spirit was so strong or something that doing so drained all of her energy and so a little while after she just died of it, because he'd taken all the strength from her that would have gone to other children (look I don't know, blame the Silmarillion, this is all in there). Finwë spent a while very sad because of this, but then after some time did something that was and is unheard of among elves, and remarried.

Elvish death isn't quite like human death, instead of dying 'out' of the world they die 'into' it, and so when their physical forms die their fëa (aka their soul) relocates to this very specific part of Valinor, the Halls of Mandos, and there they hang for a while until they decide to be reembodied or something. In Valinor though, because as far as we know with one exception (Glorfindel) elves who have died never actually go back to Middle Earth. Between this and elvish marriage involving a literal and very real mingling of the fëar of the participants, remarriage just isn't a thing. Elves are super married, and remain super married whether or not their spouses are dead. Only Finwë didn't for some reason, he met this other elf named Indis and fell for her and married her, and Míriel was so offended by the whole affair that she refused to come back from the dead.

Elves.

Finwë went on to have more children with Indis, two sons and two daughters, and for purposes of our story it's mostly the sons we're concerned with. The first of these is Ñolofinwë (I told you I was not exaggerating)/Aracáno, who is going to hereafter be known by his Sindarin name of Fingolfin, and Arafinwë/Ingoldo, hereafter known as Finarfin.

Fëanor, who was apparently offended on behalf of his mother, really didn't get along with his half siblings, and there was a fair amount of tension, especially between him and Fingolfin. Finarfin, who is literally the only sane member of this dumb family basically spent a lot of time trying to talk the two of them down after one of them went OH YOU WANNA GO? COS I'LL GO and then the other was like OH I'LL GO. I'LL GO.

Fëanor grew up to be a master smith and inventor, who did little things like invent written language because he was bored, and forge the light of the Two Trees - which the moon and the sun later came from - into three marvelous gems that everybody thereafter loses their freakin minds over, called the Silmarils. He married a sculptor named Nerdanel, who somewhat ironically despite being a redhead was a lot calmer and more even-tempered than him, and she sort of managed to rein him in for a while possibly just by dragging him off to bed to distract him every time he got mad or something idek man, they had seven sons. That is a lot for anybody, and that includes elves. Shortly after there was Nelyafinwë, who was followed by six - six - younger brothers (I could go into more detail here but trust me you really don't want me to). There were also lots and lots of cousins, as Fingolfin and Finarfin settled down and had kids as well. Thankfully there's only one of these who is super relevant for purposes of this app, Fingolfin's eldest son, Findekáno (Fingon), who was Nelyafinwë's BFF.

Everybody spent a while more or less getting along in Valinor, and living pretty good lives. The elves in Valinor learned and sang and grew and built cities and made beautiful things and rode and laughed and hunted and swam and basically it was the Good Life.

Enter Melkor.

Let's rewind for a bit of context. Remember those monsters who were hanging around eating elves when elves first happened? Yeah, it was this guy who created them (and lots of other things but suffice it to say that he's basically in-canon Satan). Back in the day, when the other Valar rode off to rescue the elves from said monsters, they also dragged Melkor back to throw him in jail, because no, Melkor, that's bad, you're supposed to play nice with Eru's other creations. After Melkor had served enough of his sentence for a chance at parole, however, Manwë (the Vala in charge) came down for the parole board hearing and asked why they should let him go. Melkor was like "I learned my lesson, I'll behave!" and Manwë was like "how can we know you're being honest?" and Melkor was like "WELL I SAID, DIDN'T I" and so Manwë was like "FAIR ENOUGH so you did okay take care have fun out there."

(Manwë no.)

Melkor was released on condition of good behavior, and so for a while he pretended to play nice. He hung around the elves a lot, taught them cool things, stalked Fëanor because he really liked his jewels, taught the elves some cool things, subtly spread poisonous lies to make everyone hate each other and internal fighting and tension start off to ruin everything, you know, normal stuff. And this is when Nelyafinwë is being pulled. After he's pulled a whole lot more happens.

Tensions between Fëanor and Fingolfin get to be worse than normal as basically there's thoughts going around of them trying to become Dad's Favorite Son, until finally they actually get into a fight and Fëanor draws his sword on Fingolfin. The Valar are like WHOA THERE SLOW DOWN and nobody blames Melkor despite the fact that he's honestly the start of the problems, because he was good at being very sneaky about it. Instead Fëanor is banished for a while, so Finwë is like 'well fine if my son can't come to the parties I won't go either. Melkor tried to trick Fëanor into giving him the Silmarils, which at that point Fëanor was actually so overly possessive about that he didn't want anybody except his dad and his kids to even see the things, and Fëanor told Melkor just where he could stick it. But Melkor still really wanted the jewels. SO HE DECIDED TO TRY ALTERNATIVE METHODS.

One night there was a special party that the Valar decided Fëanor could in fact come to, but he was still banished so Finwë declined to come, instead he decided to stay home. As it turned out this was a mistake, because halfway through the party Melkor busted in, riding on the back of a giant spider. Said spider ate the two trees that the tree goddess had made to be the source of light for the world before the moon and sun happened, whose light was forged into the silmarils, and then drank the pools of light that said trees had created, and also while running around ruining everything robbed Fëanor's house and killed Finwë and then raced across the sea to Middle Earth while Melkor blasted death metal and shouted YOLO.

Yes.

Tree-goddess was like "hey could we please have the silmarils if I had the silmarils I might be able to bring the trees back but there's just no way otherwise :(" and Fëanor was like "CRAI MOAR THEY ARE MINE" (Fëanor stop) and went back home. Which. You know. Actually changed nothing with regards to the trees because Melkor had already stolen them but hey if Fëanor hadn't been so set on nobody else getting them things might have gone better in the long run.
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[personal profile] unking 2015-04-05 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
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."
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[personal profile] unking 2015-04-05 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
In the end they did things Maedhros's way, so they killed the guards and stole the jewels. Unfortunately for the two of them, that whole "committed genocide multiple times" et al had left them fairly unequivocally evil, and that just didn't work for the silmarils. The silmarils were holy gems, which burned things of evil to touch, and they now burned the last sons of Fëanor when they tried to pick them up.

Maedhros was just SO TORN UP over all of this that he went and THREW HIMSELF INTO A VOLCANO (hey have you ever had your hand hurt so bad that you'd throw yourself into a volcano? yeah me neither) and Maglor ran with his for a while until he finally couldn't take it any more and chucked it into the sea. He proceeded to spend the rest of eternity crying about it.
Abilities:
Before we start: I am so sorry. I know it's ridiculous, I didn't write this.

Tolkien never really explained what his version of magic was (other than 'not your normal magic' thanks Mr Tolkien) and, in fact, specifically mentioned that words in English don't actually exist to describe it properly. To make matters even better Tolkien contradicted himself on the hows and whats and wherefores a lot, and Word of God actually contradicts what's in text. For that matter, what is actually in the text contradicts what's in the text.

Tolkien.

Let's start with the more or less sane and consistent part of the ridiculous things he can do just by virtue of being an elf. Here is a brief list.

- Immortal unless killed
- Difficult to actually kill! If you don't manage it in the first five minutes odds are he'll be fine in the morning, excepting cases of poisoning. He can recover from wounds that would kill humans without too much difficulty.
- Unless he dies of the sads or is raped, which would cause his spirit to nope right out of his body (this is rare)
- Or suffers extreme wounds of the spirit (which is also very rare)
- Doesn't get sick. Ever. Common Colds are for lesser creatures
- Highly resistant to extreme cold and pppprobably extreme heat
- Excessively, stupidly light of foot, to the point where he can walk on top of snow without leaving a footprint and move absolutely silently. PROBABLY.
- Ambidextrous
- Perfect recall (though presumably not everything he has ever learned is instantly 'on tap', meaning some has been filed away and it could take a while to find the right file. He's kinda old, after all)
- Super duper good senses. He can see like way far away we don't know how far but far, and his ears are also very keen.
- Does not actually need to sleep! Presumably he can, but when he needs/wants to (and presumably isn't tired enough to actually need to lie down) he can find all the rest he needs by thinking about/looking at beautiful/pleasant things. He can therefore multitask and do things like run hard and 'sleep' at the same time. Don't ask me how, but it works.
- Tires less easily than other races to begin with.
- Fleet of foot
- Faster/stronger than other races
- Extreme connection to nature! He can like, talk to the trees and rocks and animals and so on. Probably. Probably not so well as the laiquendi? Maybe? I'm sorry all of this is very vague. Generally good with animals too.
- He can somehow impart a portion of his virtue to things he makes or places he hangs out a lot, which burns and repels minor evil things. Doesn't really work with major evil, but can fend off anything but concentrated evil fairly well usually. This takes a while and the effect from just him would probably be minimal as far as places that he just lived - it would be stronger in things that he worked.
- He glows. Like. Gently? I'm sorry I don't know apparently his soul is shiny and you can see that, especially in his eyes. ELVES.
- Magic. Sort of. Which is where things start to get hairy.

Tolkien's views on magic are probably best summed up by Galadriel in LotR - who, when asked to show off some magic, basically reacts with "lol what's that whachu mean magic". Odds are that, given his canon point, Nelyafinwë will never have even heard of magic, and so may or may not just roll with the word (IS THAT WHAT YOU GUYS CALL IT? YEAH OKAY MAGIC. ... WHAT'S MAGIC?) but officially it's a little more complicated than that, as Tolkien was too good for the classification that every other fantasy writer who has written fantasy ever used to make things simpler.

Magic is not correctly magic but Art, or the act of subcreation, which is separated from the act of Creation as the use of things which are pre-created in new and relevant ways. He divides this Art up into two categories, magia and goeteia. Unfortunately as he seems to have only mentioned this this one time in this one letter the definitions there are a little hazy. Neither magia nor goeteia is inherently good or evil (evil magic is just different, period, we don't really know how, he never actually tells us) but instead the divide seems to be 'active' magic vs 'passive' magic, or possibly things that do vs knowledge so deep and intense that it appears to be magic, or maybe physical change vs illusary/deceptive change weeeee don't really know. It was never exactly detailed. The operative point, however, is that elves instinctively know the difference between them and also the difference between it and life, much as humans know the difference between a sculpture or a painting and life. Elvish goeteia is primarily artistic, and not intended to be deceptive, but still could deceive by accident, or deceive people who did not know what they were seeing. Magia, by contrast, seems to have a great deal to do with will, by which I mean willpower. It's goal is immediacy, a reduction in time or labor needed to accomplish a specific end. Will is focused on one particular action, and Creation is straightened, made not otherwise, quite, but how it could have been all along. It's not a twisting but rather a perfecting, all to the glory of the original Creation, which is how it is different from the arts and devices of the enemy, who twists and corrupts.

Magia having, apparently, more to do with will than words, magic spells actually supposedly aren't a thing except, canonically, they actually are. I don't even know.

Clear as mud? Yeah, I think so too! Let's move on.

What elves do/have isn't strictly speaking magic, instead it's just kind of what they do; they do, individually, because everyone had different talents in different things and Tolkien was apparently too good for categories and specific spells and all the other things that every other fantasy writer who ever lived used to simplify things.

On top of this is the who-even-knows that is the result of the light of Lauerlin and Telperion, which basically as far as we know made the elves who had seen it more elf-y. I dunno. Elves who saw the trees are more powerful that's all I got.

As far as Nelyafinwë in particular goes, we don't have anything that he really can explicitly do (other than 'be the responsible one', at least) however there is a decent amount that can be inferred from canon. First off, with Fëanor as his father, there's precisely no chance that he doesn't know his way around the inside of a forge. Fëanor was one of the most skilled smiths and greatest inventors of the elves ever, and did little things like invent a writing system because he was bored or something idek and invent the prettiest jewels in creation. Which basically went on to destroy the world, but really, that's not their fault. Nelyafinwë didn't have his father's passion for invention and forging and such, but he does really enjoy a job well done, and as such I assume that he is extremely skilled in the art of creation and so forth. Making for its own sake isn't as much his thing, so he's not as creative as his parents generally speaking, but he gets a great deal of satisfaction out of a job well done, and there's a joy in beauty for the sake of beauty that he appreciates just fine. I mean really, with Nerdanel on one hand and Fëanor on the other there's no real way to avoid that.

In addition to his parents, odds are good that he studied some of the art of creation of various things with the "gods" who actually created the entire world, so. That's a thing. Aulë, who is a god of the earth and smithwork and such things, is right at the top of the list of candidates, but he's also fairly likely to have hung out with others like Orome.

Given who his brothers are, what he goes on to do, and kinda just elves it's also likely that he's at least passably good about just about everything else he puts his hand to, because if he's not he'll work until he is. He's very good at most of what he can do, because he's very task-orientated.

And um.

Given that he goes on to commit genocide multiple times and fight in wars and command armies and such it's obvious that he's got a head for tactics and strategy, is a commander at need, and is good with weapons. His favored weapon appears to be a sword, but odds seem good that he'd be fairly good with a number of others as well, perhaps especially the spear and the bow. After all, some of his brothers were avid hunters, and those weapons are necessary in those situations.

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[A very, very tall person is staring with some interest at the face of the watch, apparently having just finished an in-depth examination of it. He's handsome, though his expression is slightly bemused, and he has long red hair falling over his shoulders.

Did I mention he's tall? It's less apparent in a video than in person, of course, but the height of the landmarks around him is certainly greater than average.]


What is this place, that I have been brought to? O my brothers, o my cousins, my mother and father, my uncles and aunts, if thou art close enough to hear me, I would beg an explanation. All that has happened is....

[He trails off then, unable to find quite the right word to describe it, though he tries grasping at one for a moment before discarding the notion. He shakes his head a little, as though to shake himself free, and settles more comfortably into looking into the watch. His eyes clear, as he does, and are bright with treelight.]

Father? Provided, at least, that thou canst hear me, and I have not misunderstood wholly this device and its purposes - I assume that thou art its creator? I pray an explanation, if I am correct.

[It seemed logical, Fëanor was the greatest inventor of the Eldar, if anyone might have invented these, it was him. And, well, clearly someone had.]

I should also desire of thee an explanation of where I am and why thou hast done... [he gestures a little vaguely] ...this, if thou wouldst oblige me.

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Note: the thread has a different canon point than the one I'm apping, if this is a problem I can write a new one.

Side note: In The Silmarillion, there are multiple dialects of elvish spoken. Quenya, which is what Nelyafinwë speaks, is differentiated in-text by using more shakespearean speech - thees and thous and so forth. I've elected to go with this. It's likely to change as he gets more up to speed.