Sauron was among them and the Balrogs also hid with him in the deepest vaults of Angband. Angband was destroyed to a great extent and remained ruined for ages though some of the hidden chambers were intact under the ruins.Ī number of Melkor’s servants went into hibernation in these ruined chambers. However, when the War of Powers began, the attack of the Valar got over Angband easily and Melkor was forced to escape to the stronghold of Utumno. Angband was constructed at the coast of the Great Sea as a tool of defense against an attack on the Melkor from the Valar. It was under the supervision of Sauron, the head of the servants. Originally, Angband was built by Melkor during the Years of the Trees to protect its northern citadel at Utumno from the attack from Valar. I will make you proud, Curufinwë.Angband - Map. I will take back the jewel and make you proud, father. The thoughts are buried, once again, deep inside.īut when they learn that the Silmaril is in Doriath, there’s only one thought in Curufin’s mind. Because he couldn’t see his grandfather in his father anymore. Of course he wouldn’t approve the mess in Nargothrond. He will never be Fëanor, he can’t be Fëanor.Ĭurufin stops wondering “What would father do?” but he can’t get rid of “Would father approve?” He has been compared to Fëanor, he compared himself to Fëanor ALL HIS LIFE, he can’t do that anymore. But he can’t bear to be compared to him anymore. ![]() Though, deep inside, he is still clinging onto it, for he knows this fire, his father’s fire, is keeping him alive. He lies to himself, forcing himself to hate the part of him that is so much like Fëanor. “Curvo, you look so much like father with your hair braided like this.” Curufin freezes, the old pride replaced by bitterness. He never did.Īnd little by little, he starts to reject ‘Atarinkë’. His work carries all the details that remind of Fëanor’s work, but it’s just a copy, a bad copy. He looks at his father’s works, he looks at his own work and something within him seems to break. He will never be skilled enough, beautiful enough, strong enough. His work in the forge will never be as wonderful, as perfect as what his father did. Fëanor is gone and Curufin is lost, unable to know what he has to do. Nelyo comes back, saved by Nolofinwe’s son.Ĭurufin helps as much as he can, he tries endlessly to guess what his father would do, but he can’t. Yet after his father’s death, he tries again (he tried all his life, but this feeling was harder than even after the loss of Fëanor).įëanor wouldn’t have let Morgoth take Nelyo, and he, Curufin, is powerless, unable to save his brother, unable to do anything. He wasn’t as great as Fëanor, only a mere shadow of his father’s greatness. Not failed as a son, but failed at becoming Fëanor. Though, even before Fëanor’s death, Curufin began to understand he had failed. ![]() At one point, he feared that Celebrimbor would not follow them to Middle Earth. The pride, the strength, the skills of Fëanor was in him.Ĭurufin got married and became a father, and much to his surprise, though his son loved him, Tyelpe wasn’t as devoted to him as Curufin had been to Fëanor. He could feel it, but how hard he managed to bury that feeling. Of course sometimes, as a ‘teenage-elf’, he provoked Fëanor, only to test him, to understand him better, so he could be him.īut he was already feeling he was different. He became a smith, a loremaster, he adopted his father’s beliefs, he mimicked his habits, even the bad ones, he accepted everything his father told him. He was Curufinwë and worked so hard to deserve that name. Because, that’s who he was, right? Everybody said that, even his mother who called him Atarinkë, Little Father. ![]() “Tyelko! The lady said I was just like father!”Īs he grew up, he did all that he could to become the one he was supposed to be: Fëanor. Each time someone said “Oh! he looks like his father!”, little Curvo was filled with bliss and pride and liked to repeat these words to his brothers. He admired Fëanor so much, he was so devoted to him, he loved him and would have followed him anywhere (and that’s exactly what he did later). I was thinking about Curufin’s daddy issues and something that seemed so obvious to me is this love/hate feelings he has towards the fact that he’s the spittiing image of his father.Īs a child, he loved that fact.
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