Aegnor
In J. R. R. Tolkien's legendarium, the fictional character Aegnor (IPA: [ˈaɛɡnor]) was a Noldorin Elf, a lord of the Noldor of the House of Finarfin. He is introduced in The Silmarillion.
Biography
Aegnor was the third and youngest son of Finarfin and Eärwen. His precise year of birth was not given by Tolkien, but must be between Y.T. 1300 (the birth of his eldest brother Finrod Felagund) and Y.T. 1362 (the birth of his younger sister Galadriel). He was the elder brother of Galadriel and younger brother of Finrod and Angrod. He was generous and had a noble spirit, despite being fierce in battle; he was also ambitious and, like his siblings, dreamt of having lands of his own in faraway Middle-earth to govern. He and his siblings were close to their cousins the sons of Fingolfin, to the extent that they behaved as though they were all brothers; he and Angrod were in particular close to Fingon, the eldest son of Fingolfin, and always stood together with him. After the Darkening of Valinor in Y.T. 1495, his uncle Fëanor returned from Formenos where he had been exiled to Tirion, claiming the High Kingship of the Noldor after his father Finwë's death at the hands of Morgoth and speaking fiery words leading the Noldor to Middle-earth; like Fingon, Angrod and Aegnor were influenced by his words, but their father Finarfin spoke in favour of caution and reflection before irreversible actions took place, and they did not speak out against him. Urged on by their sons, Fingolfin and Finarfin chose to follow Fëanor when it became clear that nine-tenths of the people of Tirion would follow him, so as not to abandon their people. By the time the main hosts of Fingolfin and Finarfin arrived at Alqualondë, the First Kinslaying begun by Fëanor was already over, and Finarfin turned back and returned to Tirion. His sons did not follow him and continued with Fingolfin across the Helcaraxë to Middle-earth, arriving in Y.T. 1500.
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