OK, this thread is now officially alive, again... Bear with me and my essay... Of course, any opinions will be more than welcome, here or under 'The House of Finwe...' thread from Silmarillion. Here goes nothing!
Fëanor – essay on
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He was tall, and fair of face, and masterful, his eyes piercingly bright and his hair raven-dark; in the pursuit of his purposes eager and steadfast. Few ever changed his courses by counsel, none by force. He became of all the Noldor, then or after, the most subtle in mind and the most skilled in hand.
Silmarillion, Chapter 6
That was Fëanor. To some - the greatest Elf ever to walk in Arda; to others - the darkest Calaquendi. But, when you come to think of it, who was Fëanor in truth? The answer is right before our eyes:
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In that time was born in Eldamar, in the House of the King in Tirion upon Tuna, the eldest of the sons of Finwë, and the most beloved. CuruFinwë was his name, but by his mother he was called Fëanor, Spirit of Fire; and thus he is remembered in all the tales of the Noldor.
Silmarillion, Chapter 6
It’s a case of split personality, perhaps: on one hand, we have ‘Finwë the Skillful’, his birth-name; on the other hand, his mother names him Feanaro, ‘Spirit of Fire’. And, indeed, he was skillful and hot-tempered; his life is a permanent battle between these two traits. But, in the end, the inner fire prevails…
Fëanor's spirit was a consuming flame: it burnt everything around and then, when there was nothing left, it consumed him.
To lose one's mother is a terrible thing to happen; to lose her and to think you were the cause of her death, that's beyond tragedy! Those were Fëanor's feelings when growing up. He had no mother to temper his outbursts, no mother to love him beyond guilt or hope, no mother to counsel him when in doubt. Maternal love cannot be replaced by anything, not even by his father's overwhelming affection. Oh, speaking about his father …
When Míriel died, Finwë saw his entire world crumble. He held only to one hope: his son. He put all of his care in raising him and Fëanor was, from the very beginning, the one he loved above anyone and anything else. He did make a choice, though, that would influence the Noldor's entire history afterwards. Marrying Indis, he neglected what Fëanor might think of this; the future deeds of his son, the enstrangement between him and his half-brothers, have shown that. Yet, no one can deny the great and decissive role their houses played in the common fight against Evil.
Finwë's death was the turning point in Fëanor's life; from then on, he was driven by his inner fire only. Indeed, can anyone find a greater connection of a father with his son?
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Then Fëanor ran from the Ring of Doom, and fled into the night; for his father was dearer to him than the Light of Valinor or the peerless works of his hands; and who among sons, of Elves or of Men, have held their fathers of greater worth?
Silmarillion, Chapter 9
Then there’s this ‘fea theory’ I have. The Eldar’s hroa (flesh, material body) is consumed by their fea (spirit) as time passes by; they come to see life as a burden, some day. Yet, in the beginning, their fea is brighter and stronger than their hroa. That could explain why the first Elves seem more powerful and imposing than the latter. Also, it may explain Fëanor’s unusual strenght of spirit! And his selfishness, of course! After all, feas are what you may call ... unsociable and lonely!
No doubt about it: the most precious and the most wanted things Fëanor ever made were the Silmarils. Their creation is surrounded by a mysterious halo, just like the substance they were made of: silima. Also, for the following course of events, I think it’s important to know why did he even commited himself to such a task; and that’s explained right from the beginning:
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For Fëanor, being come to his full might, was filled with a new thought, or it may be that some shadow of foreknowledge came to him of the doom that drew near; and he pondered how the light of the Trees, the glory of the Blessed Realm, might be preserved imperishable. Then he began a long and secret labour, and he summoned all his lore, and his power, and his subtle skill; and at the end of all he made the Silmarils.
Silmarillion, Chapter 7
But how much did he put forth into these jewels? Was it more than mere smithcraft? Was it creation? This is where one of Tolkien’s main themes appears once more: the creator/maker. Eru Iluvatar is everywhere, in everything, at every moment; He uses the Flame Imperishable to kindle His Creation; His Children have him in their spirits. Melkor, in the attempt to rule Arda, diffuses a part of his mighty fea in the world’s hroa; thus, not until the world is broken and remade, can Evil be cured that once has been good. Sauron, on the other hand and on a different scale, concentrates his power, making the One Ring. The Dwarves resemble Aule, their Maker, in mood; the mood which Eol passes to the sword he makes, one Gurthang.
The point would be that, for a creation to have a life of its own, the maker has to put forth into it more than his lore, knowledge or skill; he has to put a part of his spirit as well, binding himself to it. As Fëanor says:
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‘For the less even as for the greater there is some deed that he may accomplish but once only; and in that deed his heart shall rest. It may be that I can unlock my jewels, but never again shall I make their like; and if I must break them, I shall break my heart, and I shall be slain; first of all the Eldar in Aman.’
Silmarillion, Chapter 9
Yet this brings me to the single moment in his story when I cannot explain his deeds: the Kinslaying at Alqualonde. Why did he not understand the Teleri, when Olwe told him:
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‘... these [the ships] are to us as are the gems of the Noldor: the work of our hearts, whose like we shall not make again.’
Silmarillion, Chapter 9
... I cannot see! Blinded he was, and fey; his fault unforgivable!
And so I come to faults, which one could call sins. There's lust and forgetfulness:
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For Fëanor began to love the Silmarils with a greedy love, and grudge the sight of them to all save his father and his seven sons; he seldom remembered now that the light within them was not his own.
Silmarillion, Chapter 7
… rebellion:
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[…] For Fëanor now began openly to speak words of rebellion against the Valar, crying aloud that he would depart from Valinor back to the world without, and would deliver the Noldor from thraldom, if they would follow him.
Silmarillion, Chapter 7
… pride:
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[…] Fëanor… being eminent in self-will and arrogance…
Silmarillion, Chapter 7
… treason:
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[…] Fëanor caused fire to be set to the white ships of the Teleri. So int hat place which was called Losgar at the outlet of the Firth of Drengist ended the fairest vessels that ever sailed the sea, in a great burning, bright and terrible. And Fingolfin and his people saw the light afar off, red beneath the clouds; and they knew that they were betrayed.
Silmarillion, Chapter 9
Of course, when speaking of mistakes, sins and evil deeds, one should take a moment and think of Melkor. Though his lies pierced through to Fëanor's heart, he never subdue his will; Fëanor lived under the Shadow, bearing the Enemy's hate, yet he was never conquered:
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[…] none of the Eldalie ever hated Melkor more than Fëanor son of Finwë, who first named him Morgoth; and snared though he was in the webs of Melkor's malice against the Valar he held no converse with him and took no counsel from him.
Silmarillion, Chapter 6
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[…] and Fëanor looked upon Melkor with eyes that burned through his fair semblenceand pierced the cloaks of his mind, perceiving there his fierce lust for the Silmarils. Then hate overcame Fëanor's fear, and he cursed Melkor and bade him be gone, saying: 'Get thee gone from my gate, thou jail-crow of Mandos!' And he shut the doors of his house in the face of the mightiest of all the dwellers in Eä.
Silmarillion, Chapter 7
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Then Fëanor rose, and lifting up his hand before Manwe he cursed Melkor, naming him Morgoth, the Black Foe of the World; and by that name only was he known to all the Eldar ever after.
Silmarillion, Chapter 9
The choice that he had, to break or not the Silmarils, could only be resolved, as he said it, by his slaying in the process; I think he knew that best of all. Yet this should not be the end of the discussion… Even under these circumstances, shouldn't he have surrendered the jewels? He could've sacrified himself, but, after all, we're talking about the most selfish and self-centered Elf ever, perhaps… So, I guess that's out of the question!
Twice banished (once from his home in Tirion, the second time from Aman itself), cursed by Mandos and pursued by the wrath of the Valar, not recognized as King of the Noldor, Dispossessed (along with his sons), slayer and betrayer of kin, swearing a terrible oath, Fëanor was far from what he was in the beginning, from what he was supposed to be; the Valar were grieved, and Manwe wept:
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And they mourned not more for the death of the Trees than for the marring of Fëanor: of the works of Melkor one of the most evil. For Fëanor was made the mightiest in all parts of body and mind, in valour, in endurance, in beauty, in understanding, in skill, in strenght and in subtlety alike, of all the Children of Iluvatar, and a bright flame was in him. The works of wonder for the glory of Arda that he might otherwise have wrought only Manwe might in some measure conceive.
Silmarillion, Chapter 11
Yet they did grant him his renown:
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But at that last word of Fëanor: that at the least the Noldor should do deeds to live in song for ever, he [Manwe] raised his head, as one that hears a voice far off, and he said: 'So shall it be! Dear-bought those songs shall be, and yet they shall be well-bought. For the price could be no other. Thus even as Eru spoke to us shall beauty not before conceived be brought into Eä, and evil yet be good to have been.'
But Mandos said: 'And yet remain evil. To me shall Fëanor come soon.'
Silmarillion, Chapter 11
And Mandos always knows best… The Spirit of Fire soon burned his way out of the material world, as one who was just passing by, not willing to stay for long in Arda Marred.
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[…] and there issued from Angband Balrogs. There upon the confines of Dor Daedeloth, the land of Morgoth, Fëanor was surrounded, with few friends about him. long he fought on, and undismayed, though he was wrapped in fire and wounded with many wounds; but at the last he was smitten to the ground by Gothmog, Lord of Balrogs, whom Echtelion after slew in Gondolin.
[…] Then he died; but he had neither burial nor tomb, for so fiery was his spirit that as it sped his body fell to ash, and was borne away like smoke; and his likeness has never again appeared in Arda, neither has his spirit left the Halls of Mandos. Thus ended the mightiest of the Noldor, of whose deeds came both their greatest renown and their most grievous woe.
Silmarillion, Chapter 13
Yet some say that after Dagor Dagorath, the Battle of Battles, when Morgoth will suffer his last and uttermost defeat, and the Silmarils will be recovered from air, fire and water, Fëanor himself will bring them to Yavanna; then they will be broken and the Light within shall shine anew. One can only hope in the power of redemption…
Namarie!