Fëanorian Fates Drabble Series

Author: Alassante

Nominator: Robinka

2006 Award Category: Times: First Age and Prior: Incomplete - Honorable Mention

Story Type: Incomplete  ✧  Length: Fixed-Length Ficlet Series

Rating: PG  ✧  Reason for Rating: Character death

Summary: A series of double and tripple drabbles based on the fate of the Fëanorians.

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Reviewed by: couchbroccoli  ✧  Score: 10

I have never been very sympathetic to the Feanorians, deeming them to be evil and the cause of their own, and the rest of the Noldorin exile’s misery. I have always preferred the houses of Finarfin and Fingolfin, but these drabbles capture the complex emotions and motivations of these doomed characters beautifully. Eru’s Lament is a poem illustrating the sorrow, pain, anger, and eventual forgiveness of the creator following the events of the Kinslaying at Flight of the Noldor. This touching work is rendered in rhyming couplets which progress through the range of emotions felt by Iluvatar in brilliant fashion. Chapter two finds Feanor struggling with the voices of his compulsion as they force him down the path to tragedy. I find this view into Feanor’s motivations to be insightful. His desire made him a slave to his creations as his lust grew into an uncontrollable obsession. Even as he lost all that was dear to him he was drawn deeper under their spell and was consumed by the fires of lust. In chapter three Celegorm seeks to redeem himself for the atrocities committed by himself and his brothers, by committing even worse atrocities. I enjoyed the circular logic employed by the author very much. Nobody views himself or herself as evil, always finding some way to justify themself. This is shown to perfection with this view inside Celegorm’s head, as well as the fact that the curse against the Brethren causes their prize to slip further from their grasp the closer they come to regaining it. Curufin’s cruel fate further illustrates this point as surrounded by his slain brothers; Curufin attempts to reach the Silmaril as he sees the Spirit fade from Caranthir’s eyes. He is helpless to do anything other than watch as he is rebuked and the jewel is wrested from his grasp forever as it is claimed as wergild by Elwing. The concluding chapter shows the heart-rending anguish and loss of a mother who was sundered from her children and yet feels the pain of their near simultaneous passing. Her sorrow compounded by the fact that her children should have been eternal, but are now lost forever. The powerful and rare glimpse into the thoughts of these complex characters with the sorrow and anguish of their doomed lives has made me change my view of Feanor and his sons.

Reviewed by: Rhapsody  ✧  Score: 10

This is a unique drabble series. It kicks off (but I remember it being written in a different order) with Alassante's portrayal of Eru's thoughts written as a lament. Something to this part, something unique calls out to you, stirs you deeply. The first read made me shiver, but the times I read it again (even this evening); small things arose to the surface. It is not only the pacing, the words, but also the content, the visual the author paints for us. First, we observe through Eru's eyes what Aqualonde looks like and what just happened. Slowly, together with the All father, realisation sinks in and it becomes clear that Eru cares for all his children and he creates the Maiar Tilion, to be their guide in, for his children, uncertain road to travel. The ending is so incredibly beautiful, despite what will happen, it carries some hope for all: [Hearken to me, turn your fëar, and lift up your pain to me, Lay before me your lament.] Then we are introduced to Fëanor's final moments. Everything is in there: his life, pains, loves and demise in just 200 words. The visual details presented here combined with the three Silmarils, three voices. The manner Fëanor hallows them and his slow downfall (we sometimes forget that this alone happened throughout ages) that is just superb! But oh, then the next in this series presents us the demise of Celegorm and personally I think his reasoning is spot on. Boy, I do sympathise with him and the remaining brothers. Just the fact that someone would show off something that has been a family heirloom, created with so much love, blood, sweat and tears and walking around with it so incredibly... arrogant. It makes me almost rip away the jewel myself (but then again, I am very fond of Celegorm, so I might be a bit prejudiced). While I read this I could more then ever understand why Celegorm spoke so heatedly about getting them back every time. A part in this drabble is so thought provoking: [Its beauty ignites the fire of desire, which surges in my fëa. The ethereal flame seduces me to once again commit the unforgivable assassination of a fellow kinsman.] This makes me wonder about the very being of a Silmaril itself, it feels very likely to me that the jewel is corrupted and that shines through here. Is that not the utter purpose of Melkor? That he wants the elves to kill their kin? His corruption reaches far, further than I thought. So, what Celegorm sees as a mistress, tickling his desire, makes me think Melkor knew exactly what Celegorm desired the most. Besides those shiney's of course. But then there is Curufin, his drabble is filled with such chilling imagery: [They lay entwined, assassin embracing avenger, blades buried to the hilt still.] or [Caranthir, swarthiest jewel of Finwë, drifted on crimson currents, and weeping, I watch the light of Arda abandoning his eyes of onyx.] What I really like is Curufin's perspective in this part, trying to find his brothers and then Elwing's actions, words... just wow Alassante! The final drabble is a piece I was involved in myself for a bit and Alassante did a good job with this one. Is it not heart wrenching for Nerdanel to go through such an experience like this? And this is just the beginning... *shiver* The way Alassante writes about the consequences of a motherly (or parental) bond is well explored in this double drabble. This experience, what exactly goes through Nerdanel... it is so strongly written. Fëanor is not longer around to share the anguish, so it feels like she gets the double load of it that well. Also her love for every one of her children shines through, it must have been such an incredible difficult decision not to go with them. This last one is such an emotional piece of work, I hope she survives it. Every piece in this series have a certain grace and beautiful flow in the style. Alassante creates with every part a vivid world for us and gives us insight in one of the most private moments of the members of this family.

Reviewed by: Dawn Felagund  ✧  Score: 9

I've always believed that one of the toughest tasks in fanfiction is instilling some sort of meaning in just 100 or 200 words, in the ever-popular drabble. Alassante's series of drabbles is simply astounding in this regard. Her style is poetic and evokes a mood suitable to the tragedy about which she writes. But what impresses me most about this series is the fact that the drabbles have meaning and make connections that would take me a full-length story! Celegorm's drabble portays his ardor for his father's quest. Celegorm is perhaps the most interesting of the brothers: striving hardest of all yet always falling short, and the last line of this drabble made me shiver. The cruelty is not his deeds nor his death but that he has failed yet again--and at the task that meant the most to him. In Nerdanel's drabble, the connections drawn between Feanor's creations--his Silmarils and his sons--and his regard for each relative to the other is wonderful. This is an impressive series: each word chosen so carefully, so beautifully and poignantly wrought. A profound and poetic series, this work comes with my highest recommendations.

Reviewed by: elliska  ✧  Score: 3

The idea of writing the fates of the Feanorians is very clever, I think. And you have some really powerful images in here. I think though my favorite is Eru's Lament. I like the rhythm of it and the imagery.

Reviewed by: Dreamflower  ✧  Score: 3

I love the metaphor this author has created--the Silmarils as Feanor's mistresses, seducing him away from good sense and the love of his family. A wonderful conceit she has carried through here.