"Now rumour came to the camp in Hithlum of the march of Fingolfin and those that followed him, who had crossed the Grinding Ice; and all the world lay then in wonder at the coming of the Moon. But as the host of Fingolfin marched into Mithrim the Sun rose flaming in the West; and Fingolfin unfurled his blue and silver banners, and blew his horns, and flowers sprang beneath his marching feet, and the ages of the stars were ended."
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, chapter 13, "On the Return of the Noldor"
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It is indeed said The Silmarillion that that harrowing scream of Morgoth can indeed still be heard in the Ered Lómin and the region east of Losgar.
“And all the waste between the hills and the sea was filed with a clamour of voices as in anguish”
It was said that if any cried aloud in that region, the cries of Morgoth would be awakened, a word I find so wonderfully creepy. Morgoth himself might never return to this region but there is something of him there, waiting
Though it was likely not the only reason, I wonder if this is part of why this region remained largely uninhabited with only some of the Sindar occasionally travelling through there.
Perhaps it enters into the folklore of the Noldor and Sindar of Hithlum, a portent that must be avoided. Perhaps there truly are ill effects of hearing the shadows of that scream; the echoes of Morgoth follow those that awaken them, invading dreams, bringing an unquiet mind.
Perhaps only when Beleriand flooded, the echoing rage of a god was finally swallowed forever. Perhaps it remains still in crevices and caves. The world is Morgoth’s Ring, after all.
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There are many things in Arda that Fingolfin likes and enjoys doing. Here is a small list of what he likes:
♦ He liked to play the violin. His music is not bad, but often it has a slightly melancholic and sad sound. In Arda, this sad sound continued to grow. It reflected his true feelings in his heart. (If there were pianos, he would prefer this to the violin)
♦ He loves winter and is much more active outdoors during this time of year than in the other seasons. He often goes about his business in silence, simply enjoying the cold, the snow and the peace. Sometimes his horse Rochallor accompanies him.
♦ He liked to read books, especially about other countries, other peoples and cultures. Sometimes he also read books about plants, just to know what effects they could have on a body.
♦ He often retreated when the hustle and bustle of the castle was too much for him, then he went to his study and lay down on the chaise longue and simply drank Dorwinion while he remembered the happier days in Valinor. Sometimes he would light incense candles to give the room a smoky, pleasant scent.
♦ He liked to eat stews, especially in autumn and winter, as this often gave him a homely feeling.
@tolkienocweek A late post for Day 2 (OC and their relationship to a canon character) or an early post for Day 6 (background or minor OC)
Berion, captain of Barad Eithel under King Fingon, laments Fingon's death and the loss of his home.
My king dwelt in a northern land.
A tower among mountains green
was his, and on the eastern hand
long leagues of grassy plain were seen,
westwards a shore of silver sand,
the mist-wreathed forest-boughs between.
As through the northern summer night
the sunlight softly slipped away,
the orc and the uncanny wight
stole forth beneath the branches grey;
but when the king came and the light,
they fled away at break of day!
How oft I watched beneath the moon
my king gaze out over wood and lawn
or ride singing a merry tune,
until, his brand for battle drawn,
he fell, come a midsummer dawn.
Who sees now if the mountains green
still cradle castle-ruins grey?
Who sees now if the boughs between
the lake-shore gleams each desolate day?
Above the slain, the grass is green.
They trod his banner in the clay!
This is an adaptation of the poem Romance by Andrew Lang, better known as the lyrics of Elgar's part song My love dwelt in a northern land.
More on my OC Berion:
Berion was born in Hithlum and first entered Fingon's service as a squire. He was devoted to Fingon and his father Fingolfin.
In my early stories, he features as a lovable but mildly comic background character, because he is well-meaning, enthusiastic and energetic, but doesn't always understand the complexities of the personal relationships between Fingon and his family very well.
As times darken in Beleriand, Berion becomes a tragic character. Although he does survive the Battle of Unnumbered Tears when Fingon and most of his army are killed in battle, he loses so many people and things he cares for! At this point, Berion also became the protagonist of one of my stories, set in Gondolin and surroundings: Above the Clouds
In Idril's service, Berion survives the Fall of Gondolin and eventually goes on to serve Gil-galad in Lindon.
