Breaking Tradition
He held the mewling infant in his arms and gazed down at him. So tiny, so fragile, he had been afraid to hold him, but too excited not to.
He had created many things in his life, but none so glorious as this one. A warmth he had never known spread slowly across his fëa, as he gazed into those deep blue eyes and whispered, "Welcome, my son."
He stroked the dark, downy hair, and heard his wife's voice.
"Have you a name for him, Husband?"
He tensed at the voice from the hall behind him….his father's voice.
"You must name him Finwë, as all in our line are called."
Would he take this from him as well? He had already taken so much…more than was his due.
His father had taken his choice of trade from him, by forcing him into the forge at an age where other elflings knew no more than balls and tree climbing. He had taken away his former life by forcing him into marriage before he was ready, and had even denied him the choice of wife.
No more, he thought to himself. This choice is mine.
He regarded his son, smiling as the tiny elf attempted to stick its fist in its mouth. This choice is mine.
"His name is Telperinquar."
A/N: All of Finwe's children were given the father-name of Finwë, until they were old enough to show some talent or other, at which time their father-name was given a prefix, IE: Kurufinwë, Ñolofinwë and Arafinwë ( Fëanor, Fingolfin and Finarfin). Fëanor continued his father's tradition by giving each of his 7 sons a father name ending in Finwë.
"Telperinquar" is, of course, the Quenya version of Celebrimbor (Silver Fist).
Many people say that a person's personality is affected by their name...perhaps Celebrimbor's lack of the name "Finwe" is what enabled him to see what a disgrace his father and uncle had become, and turn away from them in shame ;)