Obsidian to Cut by LadyBrooke

Chapter 1

So my prompt was the Battle of Adwa tapestry. This was originally going to be an epic story of a battle between the Kindi (one group of the Avari) and a bunch of orcs that thought they were going to have an easy time with these elves compared to the other bunch, and how they were proven very wrong, kind of like how most of Italy thought it'd be easy to beat those Ethiopians.

And then it drifted into a reborn member of the Kindi in Valinor, dealing with prejudiced Noldor.

So it's very loosely inspired, but it is inspired.

He is reborn in Valinor, centuries after he passes from Middle-earth

(Centuries that he spends in the Halls, ignored by his son and his son’s children and grandchildren, if his son even realized he was there to begin with and had told them who he was. His daughter refuses to acknowledge her brother when she joins him.)

(Their family tension did not begin with his grandsons).

He is reborn, and he does not bother to greet the King of the Noldor, who the Valar tried to tell him would be his King.

(Ingwë recognizes him when he passes the area the Kindi have claimed for themselves, ignored by their relatives. Ingwë brings him news of his old friends, and promises to tell Olwë that his mother is in the Halls now. )

(Perhaps he will forgive Ingwë for letting his people view them wrongly. Perhaps.)

He keeps his weapons sharp, even though the Valar said that they are unnecessary for the reborn.

(They try to keep him from anything he could use to make weapons, but Aulë keeps obsidian for use in decorations. It is little matter to ask for some for his own use, and if they think that weapons can only be made of steel and iron, that is their own failing.)

He is reborn in a land that is not his own, that he never wanted and that his son had forsaken him for.

(And he hears what they say about his people, that they were overrun by the Dark Lord’s forces, that they could not have fought him with primitive weapons.

But the Noldor never stop and wonder why they were able to flee to lands closer to the East when the  Valar tore their  lands apart, without more destruction caused by his forces there.

Steel may be less brittle, but obsidian is sharp enough to kill whatever the enemy brings forth, no matter what the Noldor think of black weapons.)  

Chapter End Notes

Yes, OC is totally Finwë's father, who may or may not exist in canon.

Finwë is not aware of his sister, by the way. She was born after he left. She does not care about this fact, or that he's a king, or anything else, because he upset their parents for a couple shiny trees and the freedom to ignore what was going on in Middle-earth (at least that's what she thinks). 

The only younger generation member aware of exactly what his ancestor's have been doing this whole time (aka being awesome at fighting Morgoth, stereotypes and expectations be damned) is Maglor, who totally stumbles into a clearing in the East and finds elves that look rather like some parts of his family. And is then quickly forced out of moping away the Third Age, by a woman who claims to be his great-grandmother and tells him that "It's good and all to be regretful, but perhaps if he'd quit that for a moment, he could do something to try and redeem himself, like helping rid the world of Morgoth's troublesome mini-me."