#eldalote

@silmarillionepistolary

It would be overstating matters a bit to say this letter relates to exploration and new lands (as per the prompts for Day 2), but the author of the letter has just taken up a new post in a new location. She is Edhellos, the widow of Prince Angrod, recently a refugee from Dorthonion.

Edhellos, now Warden of White Horn Tower, to Cirdan, Lord of Eglarest and Brithombar.

Thank you again for all the gracious assistance you have lent us! I am happy to report that all is going well so far in this our new venture. Although the previous warden you had installed was evidently very glad to be away—I gather Carallim had greatly missed serving you on a ship, which is his true vocation, and being stuck in a tower staring out over the sea was a poor substitute for him—we found everything in Barad Nimras in extremely good working order and I trust we will succeed in keeping it so.

I have put up the naltalma apparatus in the pavilion on the viewing platform and turned the largest room on the floor below into my room of records. Your people are viewing these manifestations of Noldorin newfangledness with some scepticism.  Captain Feinnen, in particular, may have something to say you about this, when you next meet. As the plan is for him to be stationed here regularly with me, when he is not patrolling the coast, I hope I can convince him that I am not more eccentric than he can tolerate!

I will write again soon, when we have settled in a little more. I wish to be useful to you, my friend, and not only by freeing up Carallim for other duties closer to his heart.

Edhellos

My chara-designs for the House of Finwë : Part 13

South Asian Tolkien week. Women of the House of Finarfin

@arwenindomiel

[image description: eight panels

1. brown Indian woman with lots of curly hair. she pulls back the cloth over her head to reveal her beautiful face. text: Eärwen

2. light skin Indian woman wearing a tiara and looking across to the camera. text: Galadriel

3. smiling brown Indian woman reaches out to hold someones hand. text: Amarië

4. brown Indian woman looks straight at camera, eyebrows raised. text: Eldalotë

5. Indian woman with long loose hair stands with a thoughtful look. text: Andreth

6. brown Indian woman resting her head on her hand and looking sideways. text: Finduilas

7. Indian woman facing sideways in pretty clothes with her hair tied up. text: Celebrían

@finweanladiesweek day seven | freeform | eldalótë

The wife of Angaráto was named Eldalótë… Eðellos translated Eldalótë according to sense: ‘Elven-flower’.

@finweanladiesweek DAY 5 Ladies Who Married In :: Eldalótë

TAR-ANCALIMË PROPAGANDA (art by Sara M. Morello):

First ruling queen of Númenor!

Also ruled for the second longest, only behind Elros himself

OLDE. 412 years old when she died

Her dad cheated on her mom for the sea???

Spoke Sindarin as her primary language

“Erendis had become bitter towards men and sought to feed her daughter with her own bitterness.” This is so funny

Apparently found her mother irksome too

Didn’t want a kid. Good for her

Also kinda classist. Not great

“After her father's death in S.A. 1098 she neglected all his policies and no longer provided help to Gil-Galad in Lindon” oh dear

Ok the more I read about her the more problematic of a ruler she becomes. But hey maybe you like bitter women. If you do she is probably so hot

ELDALÓTË PROPAGANDA (art by Juliana Pinho):

Most beautiful woman you have ever seen. Or so I’m told

“She probably joined the Exile of the Noldor, as her name was translated into Sindarin in later legend, but she is not mentioned in any of the tales of Beleriand”

Day 3 of Writing for @arafinwean-week This one is nothing like the others.

Day 3: Angrod and Crossing of the Helcaraxë

2360 words

This is the last one with the Quenya names for Arafinwëan Week 2026. Hopefully to Chapter summaries have assisted with the "Wait, who is this again?" (Day four will find us in Middle-earth.)

This is also the FIRST chapter the warnings apply to. However they are significant, so pay attention Warnings: Character death, Cannibalism for survival.

Summary: What does it take to survive Helcaraxë?

Characters: Angaráto (Angrod) Eldalótë (Eðellos)-the wife of Angrod, Their son Orodreth, Ambaráto (Aegnor), Turukáno (Turgon), Elenwë-wife of Turgon, Idril-their daughter

AO3 link: Day 3: Angrod and Crossing of the Helcaraxë

Finrod from The Warning Sounds Too Late

The Warning Sounds Too Late

Part 18 of The Atandil Series Rating: T Relationships: Finrod/Bëor, Finrod & Maedhros, Finrod & Gildor, background Fingon/Maedhros, Finrod & everybody at this dinner basically Characters: Finrod, Bëor, Gildor, Angrod, Eldalótë, Orodreth, Orodreth's wife, Finduilas, Aegnor, Fingon, Maedhros, Maglor, Original characters Word Count: 6,218

“Blessed was the joining of your forbearers’ souls, and blessed are we by the fruit of their labor.” Eldalótë stood at one corner of the table with a slim chalice raised in salute, first to the king at her left, then to her husband at the foot of the table. “May joy be upon what joy hath wrought!” “And may Elbereth make light to shine upon you!” came the echo along the length of the table, the clinking of glasses, the laughter rippling like a brook. Balan sipped from his cup and let his eyes drift over the little assembly. They were strange, these feasting customs of the Nómin—the ritual washing each of another’s hands, the bread broken and passed to the guest at one’s side, the form of the toasts, indeed the gathering itself. “Do you celebrate birth’s remembrance among your kind?” he had asked once in Estolad, curiosity piqued as Nóm watched the merriment of Belen’s feast with rapt fascination. “Or does the counting become too cumbersome?” “Nay,” Nóm had flashed a sidelong grin, “tis the day of begetting that we celebrate.” And Balan had laughed, thinking him in jest, till the king’s look of earnest confusion told him otherwise, and then he laughed still more in bemusement. It was the crude term Nóm had used in his assertion—the trouble, Balan teased him later, that came of learning a language through prodding about in another’s head. The vocabulary thus gleaned was only as respectable as the mind he plumbed.