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curious what your first elves would look like in Eldritch theater? Tata, Imin, Enel and their wives
Heyo! Sorry it took me so long to answer; I'm currently on vacation in Europe for the first time! So I don't have access to my tablet to draw anything 🥲
But as for the first Elves, I imagine they'd look pretty nature-esque, in a way? They probably wouldn't have a lot of layers at first, but what they do have would be made of woven grasses, branches, furs, etc. And their masks would start out pretty crude without a face shape, maybe like clay bowls!
Once I get back home, I'll try doodling them 😁 Thanks for the ask, anon!
Here's another Nature of Middle-Earth quote that I keep thinking about:
"[Years of the Trees:] 2223. The "Ambassadors" return. Great Debate of the Quendi. A few refuse even to attend. Imin, Tata, and Enel are ill-pleased, and regard the affair as a revolt on the part of the youngest Quendi, to escape their authority. None of the First Elves (144) accept the invitation. Hence the Avari called and still call themselves "the Seniors"." (NoME 96)
I think that's super interesting! Tolkien gives multiple potential versions of this whole sequence, when the Three Ambassadors return to Cuiviénen, so this is only one of them, but it's kind of my favorite. I like the idea that the Three Ambassadors sort of usurped the leadership of the Three Fathers, and that Imin, Tata, and Enel are potentially still out there, and may have a grudge against those three descendants of theirs.
Imin especially is a pretentious asshole, as he claims to be the "Father of all Quendi", and seems to want control over all the Elves. I want to write a fic where Morgoth or Sauron ally with Imin, maybe they tell him they can help him regain his authority over the Elves? It would certainly be an interesting premise if the Three Fathers showed up at Valinor or Beleriand one day, with the intent of taking back their kingship.
It's also always been bizarre to me that Fëanor was so worried about Fingolfin usurping the throne when Finwë was king in a place where kings do not die, and do not really need heirs (theoretically). But if Finwë was a usurper before Fingolfin was, then Fëanor's fears have a bit more ground, I think, especially if Fingolfin had the greater love from their people. It's happened before, Fëanor would think, therefore it could happen again. Elves seem to follow who they prefer as a king rather than who technically has the most claim, which is shown both in the Three Ambassadors vs the Three Fathers, and also with Fëanor vs Fingolfin during the Flight.
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cisimosril | isoimosril
cisimosril: a term for cis somnacts/rynths/imosril folks, cis imosreality, etc.
isoimosril: a term for somnacts/rynths/imosril folks who are neither cis nor trans, imosreality that is neither cis nor trans, etc.
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isoimosril: a term for somnacts/rynths/imosril folks who are neither cis nor trans, imosreality that is neither cis nor trans, etc. end pt]
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Imosril
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Imosril is a neogender umbrella related to the fear of unreality, madness, things not being quite right, spirals, fractals, lying and deception, delusions and hallucinations, optical illusions, mazes, insomnia, impossibility, and The Spiral from The Magnus Archives.
Imosril is not in itself xenogender, although some specific imosril terms may overlap. While intended to describe gender, imosril may be used for other types of identity as well.
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Imosril Terminology
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The gender nature for imosril is IMIN, which stands for imosril-in-nature.
The gender quality for imosril is imosrial, with the noun form being imosreality.
The alignment for imosril is imosrilic.
An individual imosril gender is called an imoscin, the plural form of which is imoscins.
The transitioning term is transimosril, which can be shortened to transimo.
An imosrial adult may be called a somnact, while an imosrial minor may be called a rynth.
The word 'imosril' comes from a combination of the words 'insomnia', 'unreality', and the suffix '-osis'. The word 'somnact' comes from the words 'insomnia' and 'fractal', and the word 'rynth' comes from the word 'labyrinth'. Overall, the terms are meant to evoke imosrial concepts.
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First elf ever to wake up, ancestor of the Minyar/Vanyar. Kind of a douchebag, honestly, extremely high standards for their personal following and then they wonder why their counterparts have more dudes. A bit of a dreamer, the first of the three to see the light on the western horizon. Never entirely left behind those first few moments when there was just them, and the stars, and song.
Tinfang Warble:
A half-fay from early drafts of the legendarium noted to be one of the greatest musicians of the Elves.
how are you going to vote against a guy whose honest to god name is tinfang warble
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Dimesril: A term that is both Dimensen and Imosril, DIMIN and IMIN, dimensenous and imosrial, or any other combination between the two terms.
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Notes = amma means ‘mother’ in Primitive Elvish. Hope you enjoy! This is for day five of @tolkienfamilyweek, ‘found family’!
Nendarnē remembered.
She remembered waking up for the first time.
She was confused at first, of course. Before walking on two legs, she crawled on all fours. She looked at foxes, raccoons, rabbits and wolves to learn.
She remembered drinking and eating for the first time.
She remembered exploring, sleeping and running for the first time.
She remembered seeing her reflection for the first time and being fascinated by her features.
She remembered stumbling upon other elves and being terrified, as well as curious.
She remembered slowly starting to take care of them, taking them to safe places while they slept (they always slept. Nendarnē found it weird, because they weren’t gone like sometimes animals were. They’d fall asleep and never wake up again. But then again, their chest wouldn’t go up and down while they breathed. The Asleep Ones breathed. So Nendarnē found it weird.)
She remembered feeling cold for the first time and hating it.
She remembered hunting for the first time and eating the meat raw, much to her stomach’s displeasure and keeping the animal’s pelt because she felt guilty (surely her stomach making her suffer was proof that she should not have done that.)
She remembered going back to the lake she awoke next to, to stand in the water and look at the fishes and trees.
She remembered hunting again and always keeping the pelts of the animals out of guilt.
She remembered one day putting those pelts together rudimentarily with thick grass blades and other things, to create the first garment ever (she kept it even after it fell apart. She kept it for all of her life.)
She remembered putting animal pelts on The Asleep Ones so that they were not cold.
She remembered trying to communicate with animals by mimicking their noises.
She remembered crying for the first time when she injured her calf and being surprised that her eyes were producing water.
She remembered growing and developing, while The Asleep Ones stayed put, showing no sign of ever waking up.
She remembered yelping when some of The Asleep Ones woke up. She remembered them being confused and afraid, just like she had been.
She remembered calming them down and cooing at them, petting their hair and caressing their backs.
She remembered how she taught them everything she knew.
She remembered how they developed a language to understand each other better, thus creating Primitive Elvish.
She remembered naming them; Imin, Iminyë, Tata, Tatië, Enel and Elenyë.
She remembered treating them like her cubs.
She remembered being astonished that they were so.. small (at the time she didn’t know it was just her that was abnormally tall, but, well.)
She remembered how later on, they gave her a name, even though they referred to her as amma.
And so, Nendarnē Indarā was named. Her cubs- children, named her after the time she spent close to the tree by the water she awoke next to. Indarā, The Wise, they called her, even if she didn’t particularly think she deserved such a title. Sure, she had taught them how to survive and live, but she didn’t consider herself wise.
She remembered how more and more of The Asleep Ones woke up, until not one of them was sleeping anymore.
She remembered the first mating season, where couples formed and fëas entwined for the first time.
She remembered politely refusing every mating offer she received, for she had everything she needed : her children.
She remembered Iminyë’s stomach getting rounder.
She remembered Iminyë coming to her, tears in her eyes, asking her amma what was going on.
She remembered shushing her heart-daughter, telling her that she was with child, that that was what happened sometimes when a male and a female mated. That she would have her own cubs, her own children soon.
She remembered the gruesome birth of the first elven child, the pain Iminyë was in as everyone did everything they could to make her comfortable.
She remembered holding her grandson for the first time, Ilion, and crying from joy, pressing a kiss to Iminyë’s forehead.
She remembered meeting Míriel and Finwë and practically adopting them as her own, taking care of them.
She remembered more children coming; Elwë, Olwë and Elmo, principally.
She remembered the apparition of Oromë.
She remembered everything he taught.
She remembered the fear that struck her when some of her own began to disappear and never come back.
She remembered hugging her heart-children close when the Dark Rider came closer and closer to where they lived.
She remembered that she thought she was dying with how her heart ached when some of her children left.
She remembered kissing them goodbye as they followed Oromë.
She remembered the heartache that would not leave her alone as one by one, her children- her cubs, left her.
She remembered being obligated to leave her tree, the water she grew by, her home, because The All Father was angry.
Nendarnē remembered, for she was The First.
End notes : Hope you enjoyed! Reblogs and comments are as always really appreciated!