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Over time, the Silmaril has blinded him, his retinas are severely burned and he has developed cataracts. the hallowing of the Silmaril is how he's able to still guard the doors of night, where it detects evil intent directionally. he can still see light and shadow very patchily and blurrily, but it's mostly light because. silmaril.

he wanted to choose mortality because he feared he'd lose his wonder of the world and run out of new things to discover and find joy in. which is exactly what happened because instead of hanging out with his wife forever the valar stuck him in the sky all alone

His primary vice is that he could not be everywhere at once, and sometimes he ended up not seeing his family for long periods of time. When he was home, he always tried his best to be there for his family, but his thoughts were always turned to the West. He could not, in the end, prioritise the family he had with Elwing and their sons over his fate, his love of the sea, and finding the West and his parents. It's less that he loved his family less, and more that he loved so much that he couldn't choose. He gave everything to them that he could give, but some things he simply couldn't surrender.

He flew Vingilot straight into Ancalagon to kill him. Ancalagon's blood was extremely toxic. Eärendil died from it. This was kept incredibly hush-hushed because people can’t know their Star of Hope literally fucking died. He succumbed to chemical burns from Ancalagon’s blood a few days after killing him, and was back within the week.

The silmaril itself and the circlet it was set in have kind of integrated into his forehead over time, and he can’t take it off anymore. The circlet is a silvery pattern on his forehead, and the Silmaril is part of his skull.

he got that tattoo of the valacirca (the big dipper) on his cheek on a dare when he was 17