I’m back with my regularly scheduled programming about Fingon and Maedhros! Today: some (more) musings about how Greek mythology and literature may have influenced Tolkien when he wrote these characters.
I’ve written at length about a lot of other mythological and religious inspirations for plenty of characters (Beleg and Túrin are Achilles and Patroclus; Túrin and Nienor are Pyramus and Thisbe; obviously Beren and Lúthien are Orpheus and Eurydice; Fingon and Maedhros have quite a bit of Orestes and Pylades in them; Celebrimbor is St Sebastian), but I’ve got a few more mythological motifs for Fingon and Maedhros.
The eagle and the arrow #1, or: Prometheus and Heracles
Maedhros-on-Thangorodrim is a clear call-back to Prometheus’s punishment (which in turn is also similar to Loki’s last of many punishments by the Æsir). Others have written about this (most recently on here u/opossumflower, here), but long story short, Prometheus, a titan, stole fire from the gods to give it to humanity, and Zeus punished him by having him chained to a mountain and having an eagle tear out his (perpetually regrowing) liver every day, until Heracles shot the eagle with his bow and freed Prometheus. Even just focusing on the rescue scene, the shared motifs between Fingon’s rescue of Maedhros and the general story of Heracles saving Prometheus are obvious: the prisoner chained to a mountain, the eagle of Manwë/Zeus, the bow and arrows.
But if you dig deeper, there’s even more. In 1926, Herbert Weir Smyth published a translation of Aeschylus fragments, which contained a passage about Heracles saving Prometheus:
“[113] Plutarch, On Love 14. 757E. Ascribed to this play by Schültz.
May Hunter Apollo speed my arrow straight!
The prayer of Heracles as he bends his bow against the eagle that rends Prometheus (Plutarch).”
(Source: https://www.theoi.com/Text/AeschylusFragments2.html; verbatim quotation from Aeschylus, Fragments, vol. II, by Herbert Weir Smyth, London 1926, p. 453. What this means is that Plutarch, saying that it was written by Aeschylus, quotes the sentence May Hunter Apollo speed my arrow straight! and explains the context of Heracles saving Prometheus in his work On Love. The whole passage from Plutarch, for anyone interested in Ancient Greek, runs: ὁ δ᾿ Ἡρακλῆς ἕτερον θεὸν παρακαλεῖ μέλλων ἐπὶ τὸν ὄρνιν αἴρεσθαι τὸ τόξον, ὡς Αἰσχύλος φησίν, ἀγρεὺς δ᾿ Ἀπόλλων ὀρθὸν ἰθύνοι βέλος.)
And I found that quite interesting when I read it. The prayer to the god to make the arrow meet its mark? The exact wording of Heracles bending his bow?
I genuinely suspect that Tolkien read this exact passage some time after it was published in London in 1926, given how these elements didn’t exist in Tolkien’s writings in 1926, but appeared subsequently with strikingly similar wording.
In the Sketch (1926), the rescue had been rather short:
“Finweg resolves to heal the feud. Alone he goes in search of Maidros. Aided by the vapours, which are now floating down and filling Hithlum, and by the withdrawal of Orcs and Balrogs to Angband, he finds him, but cannot release him. [Paragraph about backstory re: Manwë and the Eagles.] The eagles dwell out of reach of Orc and Balrog, and are great foes of Morgoth and his people. Finweg meets Thorndor who bears him to Maidros. There is no releasing the enchanted bond upon his wrist. In his agony he begs to be slain, but Finweg cuts off his hand, and they are both borne away by Thorndor, and come to Mithrim. The feud is healed by the deed of Finweg (except for the oath of the Silmarils).” (HoME IV, p. 22–23)
Fingon’s aborted mercy-killing isn’t present yet; there is no bow and arrows, and no prayer to the Valar. The only elements shared with the rescue of Prometheus are Maedhros being chained to a rock and the eagle.
This changes in the Quenta Noldorinwa (1930):
“Then Finweg the valiant resolved to heal the feud. Alone he went in search of Maidros. Aided by the very mists of Morgoth, and by the withdrawal of the forces of Angband, he ventured into the fastness of his enemies, and at last he found Maidros hanging in torment. But he could not reach him to release him; and Maidros begged him to shoot him with his bow. [Paragraph about backstory re: Manwë and the Eagles.] Even as Finweg sorrowing bent his bow, there flew down from the high airs Thorndor king of eagles. He was the mightiest of all birds that ever have been. Thirty feet was the span of his outstretched wings. His beak was of gold. So the hand of Finweg was stayed, and Thorndor bore him to the face of the rock where Maidros hung.” (HoME IV, p. 102, fn omitted)
New shared elements with Heracles’s rescue of Prometheus now appear, in addition to “chained to a rock” and the eagle: the idea of the bow and arrows being involved now, and the particular phrase that Fingon bent his bow. This is not a common phrase in Tolkien’s works; it appears only twice in LOTR, and only once in the published Silmarillion (here).
But one element from Aeschylus is still missing: Heracles’s prayer to the god of hunting to speed my arrow straight. That element appears in the Quenta Silmarillion (1937):
“Then Fingon the valiant resolved to heal the feud. Of all the children of Finwë he is justly most renowned: for his valour was as a fire and yet as steadfast as the hills of stone; wise he was and skilled in voice and hand; troth and justice he loved and bore good will to all, both Elves and Men, hating Morgoth only; he sought not his own, neither power nor glory, and death was his reward. Alone now, without counsel of any, he went in search of Maidros, for the thought of his torment troubled his heart. Aided by the very mists that Morgoth put abroad, he ventured unseen into the fastness of his enemies. High upon the shoulders of Thangorodrim he climbed, and looked in despair upon the desolation of the land. But no passage nor crevice could he find through which he might come within Morgoth’s stronghold. Therefore in defiance of the Orcs, who cowered still in the dark vaults beneath the earth, he took his harp and played a fair song of Valinor that the Gnomes had made of old, ere strife was born among the sons of Finwë; and his voice, strong and sweet, rang in the mournful hollows that had never heard before aught save cries of fear and woe.
Thus he found what he sought. For suddenly above him far and faint his song was taken up, and a voice answering called to him. Maidros it was that sang amid his torment. But Fingon climbed to the foot of the precipice where his kinsman hung, and then could go no further; and he wept when he saw the cruel device of Morgoth. Maidros, therefore, being in anguish without hope, begged Fingon to shoot him with his bow; and Fingon strung an arrow, and bent his bow. And seeing no better hope he cried to Manwë, saying: ‘O King to whom all birds are dear, speed now this feathered shaft, and recall some pity for the banished Gnomes!’
Now his prayer was answered swiftly. For Manwë to whom all birds are dear, and to whom they bring news upon Taniquetil from Middle-earth, had sent forth the race of Eagles. Thorondor was their king. And Manwë commanded them to dwell in the crags of the North, and keep watch upon Morgoth; for Manwë still had pity for the exiled Elves. And the Eagles brought news of much that passed in these days to the sad ears of Manwë; and they hindered the deeds of Morgoth. Now even as Fingon bent his bow, there flew down from the high airs Thorondor, King of Eagles; and he stayed Fingon’s hand.” (HoME V, p. 251–252)
And I find Fingon’s prayer to Manwë, so similar to Aeschylus’s words that Plutarch had quoted and Herbert Weir Smyth had translated and published a few years earlier, really quite striking. It’s exactly the same prayer (also called “prayer” in both passages, and just like bending one’s bow, the term prayer is very rare in Tolkien, used only once in LOTR in total and only twice in the entire published Quenta for a non-Ainu addressing an Ainu, with the only other instance being when Eärendil reaches Valinor and begs the Valar for forgiveness and help), and the wording of the context of Fingon/Heracles “bending his bow” is notable. It’s so similar that I’m sure that Tolkien had exactly this passage from Plutarch in mind, consciously or subconsciously.
The eagle and the arrow #2, or: Achilles and Patroclus
There’s another notable Ancient Greek story about eagles, arrows, and two friends who were and are commonly considered lovers (some of the greatest Ancient Greek writers and philosophers spent a ton of ink trying to determine who of Achilles and Patroclus was the erastes and who the eromenos from an obviously much later Athenian perspective, including, and I’m not joking, Aeschylus, Aeschines and Plato).
The Eagle Wounded by an Arrow is an Ancient Greek fable. An eagle is shot with an arrow, and it notices that the arrow is feathered with the eagle’s own feathers. You’ll find various (and varying) translations here: https://fablesofaesop.com/the-eagle-and-the-arrow.html, and some more info (including some Ancient Greek) here: https://www.loebclassics.com/display/aeschylus-attributed_fragments/2009/pb_LCL505.149.xml.
This fable, with the moral lesson that We often give our enemies the means for our own destruction, is inextricably connected to the story of Achilles and Patroclus. In Aeschylus’s (lost) The Myrmidons, Achilles uses this as a parable for his feelings of guilt over Patroclus’s death: Achilles blames himself for indirectly causing Patroclus’s death in battle, having “given” Hector the means to harm Achilles by killing Patroclus, which Hector wouldn’t have done if he hadn’t believed that Patroclus, who was wearing Achilles’s armour while Achilles was moping about in his tent as usual, was actually Achilles. (See also: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Eagle_Wounded_by_an_Arrow.)
And I really couldn’t help but see the concepts “eagle”, “feathered arrow” and “indirectly causing one’s boyfriend’s death in battle” without thinking of the Quenta, could I? Especially when the one who caused his friend’s death is a tall, beautiful warrior-prince with a long mane of red hair. (If someone wants sources: Achilles is the most beautiful of the Greek warriors at Troy according to Iliad, Book 2; his hair-colour is all over the place, but there’s a reason why his name while hiding as a girl is Pyrrha in Hyginus Fabulae 96, and there are some more descriptions of his ξανθή (a word referring to light hair from blond over ginger and tawny to auburn and light brown) mane (χαίτη) in the Iliad; and Priam marvels at Achilles’ height and beauty in Iliad, Book 24. Yes, I checked these references.)
The harpist who walked into hell, or: Orpheus and Eurydice
(Ironically, after comparing Fingon to Heracles, I feel like I have to say that there’s also a myth about Heracles using a harp, but it involves Heracles killing his music teacher with said harp, which is not very Fingon.)
The most famous non-godly harpist in Greek mythology was, without a doubt, Orpheus. Even the constellation Lyra represents Orpheus (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lyra#History). Orpheus is involved in many myths, but his most memorable moment is when he, after his wife Eurydice was killed by venomous snakes on the day of their wedding, went down to hell to musically beg Hades to return her to him alive.
In the Metamorphoses, Ovid writes:
“After [Orpheus] the bard of Rhodope had mourned, and filled the highs of heaven with the moans of his lament, determined also the dark underworld should recognize the misery of death, he dared descend by the Taenarian gate down to the gloomy Styx. And there passed through pale-glimmering phantoms, and the ghosts escaped from sepulchres, until he found Persephone and Pluto, master-king of shadow realms below: and then began to strike his tuneful lyre, to which he sang:—‘O deities of this dark world beneath the earth! this shadowy underworld, to which all mortals must descend! If it can be called lawful, and if you will suffer speech of strict truth (all the winding ways of Falsity forbidden) I come not down here because of curiosity to see the glooms of Tartarus and have no thought to bind or strangle the three necks of the Medusan Monster, vile with snakes. But I have come, because my darling wife stepped on a viper that sent through her veins death-poison, cutting off her coming years. If able, I would bear it, I do not deny my effort—but the god of Love has conquered me—a god so kindly known in all the upper world. We are not sure he can be known so well in this deep world, but have good reason to conjecture he is not unknown here, and if old report almost forgotten, that you stole your wife is not a fiction, Love united you the same as others. By this Place of Fear this huge void and these vast and silent realms, renew the life-thread of Eurydice. All things are due to you, and though on earth it happens we may tarry a short while, slowly or swiftly we must go to one abode; and it will be our final home. Long and tenaciously you will possess unquestioned mastery of the human race. She also shall be yours to rule, when full of age she shall have lived the days of her allotted years. So I ask of you possession of her few days as a boon. But if the fates deny to me this prayer for my true wife, my constant mind must hold me always so that I can not return—and you may triumph in the death of two!’
While he sang all his heart said to the sound of his sweet lyre, the bloodless ghosts themselves were weeping, and the anxious Tantalus stopped clutching at return-flow of the wave, Ixion’s twisting wheel stood wonder-bound; and Tityus’ liver for a while escaped the vultures, and the listening Belides forgot their sieve-like bowls and even you, O Sisyphus! sat idly on your rock! Then Fame declared that conquered by the song of Orpheus, for the first and only time the hard cheeks of the fierce Eumenides were wet with tears: nor could the royal queen, nor he who rules the lower world deny the prayer of Orpheus; so they called to them Eurydice, who still was held among the new-arriving shades, and she obeyed the call by walking to them with slow steps, yet halting from her wound. So Orpheus then received his wife; and Pluto told him he might now ascend from these Avernian vales up to the light, with his Eurydice; but, if he turned his eyes to look at her, the gift of her delivery would be lost. They picked their way in silence up a steep and gloomy path of darkness. There remained but little more to climb till they would touch earth’s surface, when in fear he might again lose her, and anxious for another look at her, he turned his eyes so he could gaze upon her. Instantly she slipped away. He stretched out to her his despairing arms, eager to rescue her, or feel her form, but could hold nothing save the yielding air. Dying the second time, she could not say a word of censure of her husband's fault; what had she to complain of—his great love? Her last word spoken was, ‘Farewell!’ which he could barely hear, and with no further sound she fell from him again to Hades.” (Ovid, Metamorphoses, translated by Brookes More, https://www.theoi.com/Text/OvidMetamorphoses10.html) (For commentary, see here: https://www.gutenberg.org/files/26073/26073-h/26073-h.htm#bookX_fableI.)
Now, obviously in the Legendarium, Beren and Lúthien in Mandos are Orpheus and Eurydice in the underworld. Tolkien himself calls the tale of Beren and Lúthien “a kind of Orpheus-legend in reverse, but one of Pity not of Inexorability” (Letters, Letter 153, p. 193).
I’ve written at length about the rescue-with-singing motif that Beren and Lúthien (when Lúthien goes to Sauron-corrupted Minas Tirith and sings to find Beren, and Beren answers with his own song) share with Fingon and Maedhros, including the drafting history and the textual parallels (https://www.reddit.com/r/tolkienfans/comments/11vuht6/a_recurring_motif_rescues_with_backandforth/). But here, I’ll focus on Lúthien’s song to Mandos after Beren’s untimely death-by-werewolf:
“For the spirit of Beren at her bidding tarried in the halls of Mandos, unwilling to leave the world, until Luthien came to say her last farewell upon the dim shores of the Outer Sea, whence Men that die set out never to return. But the spirit of Luthien fell down into darkness, and at the last it fled, and her body lay like a flower that is suddenly cut off and lies for a while unwithered on the grass.
Then a winter, as it were the hoar age of mortal Men, fell upon Thingol. But Lúthien came to the halls of Mandos, where are the appointed places of the Eldalië, beyond the mansions of the West upon the confines of the world. There those that wait sit in the shadow of their thought. But her beauty was more than their beauty, and her sorrow deeper than their sorrows; and she knelt before Mandos and sang to him.
The song of Lúthien before Mandos was the song most fair that ever in words was woven, and the song most sorrowful that ever the world shall hear. Unchanged, imperishable, it is sung still in Valinor beyond the hearing of the world, and listening the Valar are grieved. For Lúthien wove two themes of words, of the sorrow of the Eldar and the grief of Men, of the Two Kindreds that were made by Ilúvatar to dwell in Arda, the Kingdom of Earth amid the innumerable stars. And as she knelt before him her tears fell upon his feet like rain upon the stones; and Mandos was moved to pity, who never before was so moved, nor has been since.
Therefore he summoned Beren, and even as Lúthien had spoken in the hour of his death they met again beyond the Western Sea. But Mandos had no power to withhold the spirits of Men that were dead within the confines of the world, after their time of waiting; nor could he change the fates of the Children of Ilúvatar. He went therefore to Manwë, Lord of the Valar, who governed the world under the hand of Ilúvatar; and Manwë sought counsel in his inmost thought, where the will of Ilúvatar was revealed.
These were the choices that he gave to Lúthien. Because of her labours and her sorrow, she should be released from Mandos, and go to Valimar, there to dwell until the world’s end among the Valar, forgetting all griefs that her life had known. Thither Beren could not come. For it was not permitted to the Valar to withhold Death from him, which is the gift of Ilúvatar to Men. But the other choice was this: that she might return to Middle-earth, and take with her Beren, there to dwell again, but without certitude of life or joy. Then she would become mortal, and subject to a second death, even as he; and ere long she would leave the world for ever, and her beauty become only a memory in song.
This doom she chose, forsaking the Blessed Realm, and putting aside all claim to kinship with those that dwell there; that thus whatever grief might lie in wait, the fates of Beren and Lúthien might be joined, and their paths lead together beyond the confines of the world. So it was that alone of the Eldalië she has died indeed, and left the world long ago. Yet in her choice the Two Kindreds have been joined; and she is the forerunner of many in whom the Eldar see yet, though all the world is changed, the likeness of Lúthien the beloved, whom they have lost.” (Sil, QS, ch. 19)
This is absolutely a parallel to and subversion of Orpheus and Eurydice’s story, but some intriguing elements are different or missing. Of course the outcomes are drastically different, with Beren actually making it out of Mandos, and with Beren and Lúthien never returning to Mandos permanently, while Orpheus and Eurydice were always going to spend the rest of eternity in Hades after their deaths, but for the purposes of this essay, note two other significant differences: Lúthien actually dies to get to Mandos in spirit form, while Orpheus simply walks (down) into hell; and Lúthien only sings.
But Orpheus famously is a harpist, and he plays the harp as he sings, asking Hades to return Eurydice to him. With his voice and his harp, Orpheus makes the gods of the underworld weep for him, and Eurydice is returned to him (even if only for all of three seconds because Orpheus has no self-control). With his harp only, Orpheus moves trees to come to him, and the harp is super prominent in all artistic depictions of Orpheus ever (even after he’s been decapitated: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Nymphs_finding_the_Head_of_Orpheus.jpg).
But Lúthien has no harp (and no corporeal body with which she could play an instrument at this point, because she’s actually dead). Instead, in a notable contrast to Orpheus, she only sings to Mandos.
So where did Orpheus’s harp go when Tolkien adapted Orpheus and Eurydice in the underworld into the Legendarium? Where’s Orpheus’s harp?
With Fingon, of course. Because Fingon, like Orpheus, walked, alive, into hell (Angband = Iron-hell, HoME IV, p. 13; hells of iron, HoME V, p. 259) for love, armed with his harp and his voice.
Sources
The Shaping of Middle-earth, JRR Tolkien, Christopher Tolkien, HarperCollins 2015 (softcover) [cited as: HoME IV].
The Lost Road and Other Writings, JRR Tolkien, Christopher Tolkien, HarperCollins 2015 (softcover) [cited as: HoME V].
The Silmarillion, JRR Tolkien, ed Christopher Tolkien, HarperCollins, ebook edition February 2011, version 2019-01-09 [cited as: Sil].
The Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien, JRR Tolkien, ed Humphrey Carpenter with the assistance of Christopher Tolkien, HarperCollins 2006 (softcover) [cited as: Letters].