Celegormof jrr tolkien's silmarillion. independent & selective. please read the rules!
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burnyour kingdom down.
smokeyou out . . .
v ; learn to love the skies i'm under -- ( modern!au )
Tyelkormo had sworn in his heart when he had watched the white ships burning that he would never again call Aman his home. When he woke from some endless years of shallow healing in the Halls of Mandos, it seemed the Gods had heard that promise, too. He was not released to the place that he had been born. Not Aman, where the immortal dwell with the Valar in peace. Tyelkormo stirred on a grey stone shore in the cold, rimmed in high cliffs and and thick pine forest.
A misty rain was falling and though he
searched, there was no one ———--
But it had been so long since he had tasted the free air, since he had run, since he had fished a cool river or pursued a clever buck. Despite his intentions, Tyelkormo found himself distracted by the freedom to live his life as he always would have wished it. A few years in the woods alone were a dream that he would have paid sorely for, before death and in it. He meant to claim that dream now. And so a few years turned into many years and those many became decades and, once again, he lost the thread of time.
It was a 83 years that Tyelkormo spent
in the thick inland forests along the north
coast of Washington state. The population
thickened. Men became harder and harder
to avoid. He encountered them, traded,
learned both Western and Native tongues.
He became fascinated by the tools that they had developed : firearms, compound bows, block flint and firestarters, anything that aided him in the wild and at the hunt. He grew to be something of a legend in the north country. Men sought him out when he went into town to sell skins and trophies. Some offered to pay him to take him on a hunt, to show them how he managed to get so fine and so many animals. Tyelkormo took the few that he could stomach, for he had learned the necessity of 'cash' since, in this age, no one would take him for his name. He was content to spend many years mastering these new implements and living alone but for his paring company.
Content, until he would go down to the sea. Alone on the shore at night, it was not Tirion that Tyelkormo dreamed of. He thought of a brother that he'd had once. A brother that had never come home. Sometimes, amidst the breaking waves, he thought he could hear singing. And, though he loved this life, he could not help but to remember that he had not been born for it. He scrubbed the years of wildness from his skin in the cold salt water and, with a clip point steel blade, sheared his long, bronze hair so short that he could feel the sea-mist on his scalp. Without his hair to cover it, the ugly scar that circled from the left hinge of his jaw down into crest of his collarbone stood out to show the blow that had killed him, once.
But he was alive now and near a hundred years
in the woods alone had been a better healing than
Mandos could have hoped to provide in any eternity.
He went south, along the coast, aiming for cities. If
any of his kin were living again, he meant to find them.
v ; a world made bent -- ( group lotr/silm au)
when he had watched the White Ships burning, Tyelkormo had
sworn in his heart that he would never again call Aman his home.
At the moment of his death he was, as his blood bemoaned, a spirit of some
hotter fire. Remorseless and relentless. What history would call his shame,
his depravity, his cruelty and sinister madness —— all these things he wore
proudly on his breast as badges of honour and integrity. There was no length
he would not go to and everywhere it should be known. His dedication — to his
father, to his family, to his war — would not suffer to be questioned.
So long he had lived in war that peace was only a forgotten and foreign
word. The Halls of Mandos could not heal him. He, a visceral creature,
found only frustration and violence against him in the loss of his physical body.
His spirit had never grown in stone and even god-stones were a prison to
him. When the choice was offered to remain forever deathless in those Hell
Halls or return to the wilds of a new Middle Earth, Tyelkormo laughed.
What choice was that? Between this cell, this spiritual nonexistence, and a free
land wherein he might find a wild place to love? He did not hesitate nor linger on
regret of possibility. He s e i z e d freedom ———----——
and when he set foot on the stony shore in the cold and the wind and
the sharp sea spray, far from the eyes of the Valar, he felt the first of healing
that he had never known in ages of days passed in Mandos. When he could
run again, he knew that he was alive.
Returned to life, Tyelkormo is himself as he had always been. Wild. arrogant,
volatile and even jovial. He has real pleasure again in the hunt and the wilderness.
But for the thick and ugly scar that mars his powerful neck to the hinge of his
jaw, one might never know that he had died.
———----—— yet, beneath this, in a place that he does not go, there is still the
violence of what he was and all that he had done. An oath unresolved and a
conqueror's spirit desperate in defeat. Mandos did not heal him but was he ever
truly need of healing? Only time will tell if, beneath all that scarring and new skin, his
wounds have festered. Only time will tell if his pestilence is still his greatest pride.
v ; we both go down together ( first age au w/belenwen )
“There is no truer sort of fondness for the damned than
to look into another’s doom and take it for your own.
Every weak man loves a well-lit path. Only the fierce
will follow you into whatever darkness you are destined.”
[ This au follows the canon events of the first age from Tyelkormo’s departure from Tirion with his kin through to his death in the Second Kinslaying at Menegroth, where he slew and was slain by Dior Eluchíl in single combat. The only modification of canon is the addition of Nórimawendë (Belenwen), a long friend and companion of Tyelkormo’s, who had been his frequent company in his youth. She was a follower with her father of the Vala Oromë, of whom Tyelkormo was a chosen champion, and they often hunted and adventured together in the Great Huntsman’s woods. The Prince had become very fond of her for her wit and temper and though circumstance estranged them some in the city, in the wilds she fast became his favourite companion and he the same for her.
When the Noldo depart the Godlands, Nórimawendë chooses to betray her family’s wishes and follow the High King and his sons. She swears her own Oath on Tuna, choosing a new life and a new war over the stagnancy of Aman. They two fight together at Alqualondë in the Second Kinslaying and cross the sea on the same ship, set fire to it the same on the other shore. From thereon, they are near inseparable. Her closeness and their true mutual loyalty to the same cause was one of the few things that could quell the mean and violent mire that was growing beneath his ribs.
N O T E : in threads set in this AU, it will be understood
that Belenwen is with Celegorm and Curufin at any point
along their canon timeline. She is a field general and lead
counsellor of the followers of Fëanor that remains with
the two brothers and in the war in her own right. ]