What would happen if one was to throw all of Ghosti's favorite characters into one giant fic soup? Well, your guess is as good as mine, but it seems to be whatever this [gestures incoherently at the tags] is.
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The elder son of Eldacar, twenty-first King of Gondor. He was captured and put to death during the Usurpation of Castamir.
HE DID NOTHING WRONG AND CASTAMIR KILLED HIM AND THEN HIS FATHER AVENGED HIM. JUSTICE FOR ORNENDIL.
Meril:
The wife of Finrod and mother of Gil-galad in one early draft of the legendarium.
I mean honestly, this woman lost everything. She lost her son to Fingon, she lost her husband to Amarie, she lost her name to subsequent revisions, does she have to lose a obscure blorbo poll, too??
beloved i am SO sorry this took so long! i have written this a while ago but due to Unforseen Canon Detail had to scrap it before reviewing it today and tweaking some things. i hope you enjoy, and sorry it's so short <3
(cw violence, major character death)
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His head is lifted high. It is all Ornendil can do.
Even as his bones ache from Castamir's torture — even as his heart beats as one of a startled rabbit — even as, back in his cell, his throat spasms and eyes water — Ornendil's head is lifted high.
He fights when he is cornered. Fights when his men are slain, one by one. Fights when he sees them approaching with ropes, fights when they manage to disarm him, growls and screams and fights when they bind him and beat him into the ground.
His head is lifted high.
He spits in Castamir's face when he is brought before him in chains. He snarls and struggles and roares when Castamir brings upon him all his malice, all his evil, all his cruelty.
His head is lifted high.
(And maybe, he does not want to die. Maybe, he hopes, desperately, that his father will ransom him, save him from the terrible suffocating darkness just as he did when Ornendil was but a little boy.
Maybe, all he wants is the release of tears, before he sees his final sunrise, before he's brought before the bloodthirsty mob.
Maybe, he is too alone. Too lonely, torn away from his father, his family, his people.)
His head is lifted high. They bind his hands behind his back, elbow to elbow, wrist to wrist. His head is lifted high. They laugh, and their fist connects with his face, their hands in his hair, cutting it rough and uneven.
His lips are split and bloodied. He grins, despite everything.
His head is lifted high.
They walk him to the gallows.
(Maybe, he wants to struggle. Maybe, he wants to scream and fight, to see his father's banners and yell in triumph.)
His head is lifted high. His voice is raised in a song, bright, loud, and strong.
They beat him. Gag him. Silence him.
He laughs, the sound muted.
His head is lifted high.
His heart beats, faster than a war drum.
They put the rope around his neck.
His eyes burn with uncried tears. The sun rises over him. His head is lifted high. He is trembling.
They kick the stool from under his legs.
Ornendil dies at dawn. They leave his body to the crows.
the line of elros ♚ royalty of gondor ♚ headcanon disclaimer
Eldacar was the son of King Valacar of Gondor and Princess Vidumavi of Rhovanion. He was born among his mother’s people and given the name Vinitharya, but while still a child his father returned to Gondor and he became known as Prince Eldacar. The court of Gondor, consisting almost entirely of “high men” descended from the Númenóreans, were displeased with Valacar’s decision to wed a woman of a “lesser” race, fearing that Eldacar and his heirs would inherit Vidumavi’s shorter lifespan and diminish the “majesty of the Kings.” Nonetheless, when Valacar took the throne, he named Eldacar his heir, though this would not be the end of Eldacar’s troubles.
During his father’s reign, Eldacar wed Russariel, a Gondorian woman of noble birth who worked to translate the histories of Númenor from Quenya and Sindarin into Adûnaic, that they might be more accessible to the common people. Russariel and Eldacar had two children, Ornendil and Aldamir, and for a time they were happy and at peace.
Upon Valacar’s death, Eldacar was poised to ascend the throne, but he had long faced opposition among the nobility and a civil war broke out when they attempted to block him from his inheritance. This rebellion was led by Castamir, a descendant of King Calmacil through his younger son Calimehtar’s line. As Captain of the Ships, Castamir won the loyalty of Umbar and Pelargir, and with this force he besieged Osgiliath and ousted Eldacar from the capital. Eldacar fled north to his kinsfolk in Rhovanion, but in the chaos Ornendil, his son and heir, was captured and personally executed by Castamir.
Eldacar spent a decade in Rhovanion rebuilding his army and grieving the loss of his son. He gathered a force of Northmen and disaffected Dúnedain, and when he judged them strong enough he emerged from his exile to reclaim his Kingship. Castamir brought his own army to meet him at the Five Rivers of Lebennin, and the two forces met in the Battle of the Crossings of Erui, a bloody encounter where many mighty men of Gondor were slain. In this battle, Eldacar slew Castamir, avenging his son and winning back his place as the rightful King of Gondor.
Castamir’s sons escaped to their mother’s home of Pelargir, and before reestablishing himself in Osgiliath Eldacar pursued them to the coast. Núriel, Lady of Pelargir, had long since grown weary of the cruelty of her husband and sons, and opened her city to Eldacar. Her sons Airesarno and Ninquo were forced to flee to Umbar, eventually declaring themselves to be among its lords and the haven itself to be independent of Gondor. Umbar would become a refuge for all enemies of the King, and would remain at war with Gondor for generations.
Now Eldacar returned to the broken city of Osgiliath and began work on reparations. Queen Russariel aided in the reconstruction efforts, especially among the commonfolk, while Eldacar worked to restore the loyalty and faith of the nobility. In the end, the rebels’ fears that Eldacar would die young were proven baseless: he lived for 235 years before he died and was succeeded by Aldamir, his only remaining son.
You voted against my boy and I demand recompense. A fic with Eldacar please!! Some suggestions if you like (though you don’t have to use them): his childhood in Gondor, or maybe something about the moment he found out Ornendil had been executed, or (to satisfy my bloodlust) a cool battle scene where he kills Castamir at last?
His mother, Eldacar remembers, told him stories of grace and mercy.
She told him tales of knights in white armor, with their valiant deeds and swift swords. She told him of those who were proud and strong and feared no hardship; she told him of people who, when presented with choice to kill their enemies, lifted them from their knees instead, and granted them forgiveness, and were rewarded with life long and full of blessings.
Eldacar yearned for another reward. Reward dark and bitter, but so sinfully, so fiercely desired.
"My King!" his captain yelled, pointing his hand, and Eldacar retrieved his blade from the body of the man he just killed. He followed the direction with his eyes. "There!"
An arrow whistled just above Edacar's ear, only swift reflexes saving him from sure death. He growled, sound low and dangerous.
He saw the patch of black hair on one of the hills, a flash of deep red robes, and roared.
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When he was younger, he told Ornendil stories of heroes brave and noble, of their valour that moved mountains, and of their loyalty, so praised, and of their sacrifices, so valued.
When he got older, he wished to tell Ornendil of the beauty of the spring and the song of nightingales. When he got older, he wished he could tell his son he loved him, and valued him above any throne, above any power, above any glory available in this marred world.
He couldn't.
Eldacar couldn't even bury him.
"We hanged the boy in the middle of the city, for everyone to see," Castamir snarled, blood trailind down his chin, eyes gleaming with wild fire. In his bloodstained hands was a sword, and Castamir cackled madly as he brought it down on Eldacar.
Eldacar spat and parried the blow. Ducked down, swinged at Castamir's side.
The man was older than he, but he still had his strenght and swift movements. He blocked, attacked. "We left him there," he hissed when their swords crossed at a momentary stalemate. "We left him to rot. Your poor, precious, loyal son, made a crow's feast," Castamir pressed further, and Eldacar bared his teeth. "I will make sure you join him. I will make sure the crows of Osgiliath remain fed."
Eldacar thought back to his Ornendil, to his brave, brilliant Ornendil. Earlier, the thought would bring him nothing but guilt and tears. Now, he snarled and sprang forward.
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When Vinitharya was a child, his mother told him tales of mercy.
When Eldacar was a father, he told his son tales of loyalty.
When Eldacar became a king, he never felt the first, yet learned the bitter, bloody, painful taste of the second.
He pushed his enemy to the ground. The steel of his blade sang a song of vengeance.
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