#Maedhros
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I’m a Russingon girlie at heart and will never miss an opportunity to read into the romanticism of Maedhros’ rescue from Thangorodrim: ancient friends/lovers coming back together, Fingon finding compassion despite betrayal, all that good tear-jerker stuff.
But what makes Fingon’s heroism massive to me has nothing to do with the personal and everything to do with the politics at Mithrim. The fact that had he not gone to Thangorodrim, the Noldor in Beleriand would find themselves at literal war against each other.
This little passage from the Silm really deserves a lot more attention:
No love was there in the hearts of those that followed Fingolfin for the House of Fëanor, for the agony of those that endured the crossing of the Ice had been great, and Fingolfin held the sons the accomplices of their father. Then there was peril of strife between the hosts
Years later, when Fingon decides to look for Maedhros, the conflict between the hosts comes back as a primary reason behind his decision:
Then Fingon the valiant, son of Fingolfin, resolved to heal the feud that divided the Noldor, before their Enemy should be ready for war
This makes me conclude that the three years between Fingolfin’s arrival at Mitrhim (FA 2) to Fingon’s rescue mission (FA 5) must have been a continuous civil crisis. The hosts are in close proximity, a single lake dividing them, Fingolfin on one side, Maglor on the other, and for three years they cannot find a compromise. This crisis must have gotten pretty bad for someone to decide that braving Thangorodrim might be worth it.
And to me, this is Fingon's greatest contribution he ever made, not his battles, not his chasing of dragons, but preventing civil war among his people.
Of all the children of Finwë he is justly most renowned...
Yes, indeed, he is. Because without Fingon’s deed, there would be no victories for the Noldor, no Long Peace, no meeting of the Edain and Eldar. They would have fought each other endlessly until one group obliterated the other, or alternatively, Morgoth used this division (as the book seems to imply) to destroy them all swiftly.
Fingon effectively accomplishes what Fingolfin and Fëanor never managed: peace, at least for a good while. Maedhros of course contributes in return by giving up the crown. He meets Fingon halfway, and they stay true to this alliance until Fingon’s death. They cross an impossible bridge no matter how you read their relationship.
I’ll never tire of it. Ever.
#fingon#maedhros#mithrim#thoughts that keep me awake at night#noldo politics#silmarillion#feanorians#nolofinweans
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Obsessed with the idea of Maedhros being programmed to react to crying babies.
Like, anyone could hand Maedhros a baby elfling, edain, or anything else humanoid and he’ll just Take The Baby and start cradling it on instinct.
This guy has six (6) younger brothers.
Imagining a scenario where post-angband Maedhros is sleeping (miraculously) but someone’s baby starts crying outside his tent and Maedhros just, shoots straight up immediately like “where is baby. Why is baby crying.” And it’s the most encouraging thing that Mae’s done since Fingon rescued him.
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Unwritten Fics game
I was tagged by @runawaymun to talk about all my as-of-yet unwritten fic ideas! I have many, many of them. Here are a few. Feel free to send me asks about any of them, or to tell me which ones you'd most like to read in the tags!
Earendil-drinks-the-Silmail-AU: see Tumblr post here. Elwing gives Earendil the Silmaril's light to try and heal him from an illness, and both he (and later E&E) now have the light of the Silmaril within them. This causes problems for the Oath of Feanor. Can't decide whether to make it serious and heartbreaking or extremely silly.
Immortal Elros AU: definitely need to post about this one. In which Elros sees the mortals who will become the people of Numenor, loves them, and decides the best way to help them is to be immortal, to protect their descendants and maintain their legacy long after they're gone. He becomes Numenor's beloved guardian, caring for it's people for centuries. This all goes pretty well until Tar-Mairon shows up on the island.
Faustian Bargain AU: when both Gil-Galad and Celebrimbor are captured during Eregion's fall, Elrond makes a dangerous deal with Sauron to get them back. In exchange for their release, Elrond offers to become Sauron's captive, and to help him in his efforts to reach the Void and free Morgoth. Elrond, of course, has other plans. So do the now-free (and incredibly worried) Gil Galad and Celebrimbor.
Unexpected Problems: see Tumblr posts here and here. All about the issues Elrond runs into in Valinor– from people debating about whether or not he counts as an Ainur to Noldor being scandalized that he only wears a couple pounds of jewelry. Also his repeated attempts to stop Galadriel and Bilbo from completely destroying Valinorian society.
The Love of a Parent: Elrond's parents continue to look out for him, whether from beyond the circles of the world or from the stars above. Probably largely outsider POV. A chance for more eldritchry.
On Estel: In which Earendil goes into the void, searching for Maeglin's lost spirit. Slight AU in the sense that it's very Maeglin sympathetic, and has him having a good familial relationship with Turgon, Idril, and Earendil.
Ten Little Soldier Boys: my take on who Finrod's faithful ten were, why they were so loyal, and the moments they each decided they would give anything to keep Finrod safe. OC heavy but very dear to my heart.
Misfits, Outcasts, and other Characters of Ill-Repute: a series of oneshots about the various people who end up in Rivendell and how they got there. Includes canon characters (Glorfindel, Erestor, Lindir, etc.) and some OCs (including an old Feanorian diehard and one of Thingol's bodyguards, and, of course, Garthaglir the Library Orc)
No pressure, but I'm going to second Runawaymun's tagging of @jaz-the-bard (I don't think they've done the game yet but I might've missed it on their blog)
#silmarillion#silm fic#silm au#tag game#elrond#elrond peredhel#elros#elros tar minyatur#gil galad#celebrimbor#earendil#maedhros#maglor#elwing#galadriel#maeglin#finrod#bilbo baggins#rivendell#eldritch peredhel#kidnap fam
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Perspective
AO3
“Why don’t you go ahead and cut it, Nelyafinwë?” Grandfather gestured to the little almond cake he had set on the kitchen island. He had brought it back from Valmar, which made it a relative treat; it was unlike the many other sweets they often had at beck and call. Father rarely had cause to be up in Valmar unless he was lecturing, and he did not usually bring the children along when he did, nor was he one for showering them with gifts unnecessarily.
Maedhros took the knife, with Maglor watching intently (as much as he could when he could barely see the surface of the counter from his height), and cut the cake less 50/50 and more 75/25. He set the knife down and looked satisfied.
“Why have you chosen to cut it this way?” Finwë asked patiently.
Anticipating this question, Maedhros clasped his hands behind his back and answered smartly, “I am bigger than Kanafinwë. I should have a bigger piece. I have made them proportional.” The small smile on his face was nothing if not smug.
“Interesting logic,” said Finwë, nodding. He looked to Maglor, who was scowling, screwing his round little face up in preparation to start bawling, something sure to ruin the morning of everyone within earshot—which was to say the entire house. “Kanafinwë, why don’t you choose your half first?”
Maglor, ecstatic at this unexpected change of fortune, promptly swiped the much larger piece of cake and danced out of Maedhros’ reach, stuffing a massive bite of it into his mouth at once. He grinned around his full cheeks at Maedhros, who had a moment of shock, which was quickly overcome with chagrin. Ruefully, he picked up his much smaller piece of cake.
“You didn’t say you were going to do it that way, Grandfather,” he said, his voice bordering on sullen.
“Would you have cut it differently if I had?” Finwë asked. “Closer to even, perhaps?” Maedhros’ expression descended into sulking as he realized he had played exactly into Finwë’s game. “Perhaps next time you will consider things from another perspective,” Finwë suggested. Then his expression grew more serious. “As your father’s heir, and a chief representative of this house and of the Noldor, you must act always with fairness and equanimity,” he said. “Even where you desire to obtain for yourself preferential treatment. Kanafinwë is your brother, and inclined, I imagine, to forgive you the occasional bout of selfishness. But others will be less so inclined.”
Maedhros frowned and nibbled at his piece of cake. Maglor, checking first to make sure Grandfather was watching him, broke off a miniscule piece of his own and held it up with crumby fingers.
“Do you want some of mine, Nelyo?” he asked, sweet as sugar, the darling model of a generous Noldorin prince. Maedhros sighed and shook his head.
“No,” he said in a long-suffering voice, “it’s yours.”
Maglor did not offer twice, but skipped out, trailing crumbs across the hallway floor and trying to hum with his mouth full, which did not much improve the situation. Grandfather squeezed Maedhros’ shoulder on their way out of the kitchen and Maedhros sighed again.
“It seems there are a great many lessons for a prince to learn,” he remarked to Grandfather, who smiled.
“Indeed there are,” he said. “But for one thing you should be grateful, Nelyafinwë.”
“What is that, Grandfather?”
“This lesson came with cake!” And Maedhros could not argue much with that.
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- Подержи
Неосторожный жест Маглора
- Hold it
Maglor's careless gesture
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The life of a short human with a giant elf husband.
Mae, discussing something with another elf: as I was saying-
*y/n, enters the room*.
Elf: aww is that your child?.
Mae: that's my wife.
Elf: oh
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On a hunting trip.
Elf,*visible concern on his face*:
My lord, don't you think it's too dangerous to bring your child on a hunting trip?
Mae: that's my wife.
Elf: oh-
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On a picnic together.
Mae and y/n sitting under the tree, enjoying their peaceful time.
Two random elves further away: look at how he is taking care of his child, that's quite sweet.
Mae,*screaming so they can hear him*: THAT'S MY WIFE!
The two elves: oh
*Meanwhile y/n laughing her ass out*.
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he says he has no freckles!!!
#art#artists on tumblr#fanart#the lord of the rings#silmarillion#lotr fanart#tolkien#tolkien elves#maitimo#maedhros#feanaro#feanorians#silm art#the silmarillion#silm#the silm fandom
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You can’t tell me the idea of Curvo going ‘shit I have feelings for this woman that must mean I’m in love, gotta get married then’ isn’t 100% accurate.
#House of finwe#silmarillion shitpost#alignment charts#im not thinking ok#Celegorm#maedhros#turgon#aredhel#maglor#caranthir#curufin#finrod#veganism ig#the silmarillion#silm#silmarillion#silm fandom#the silm#the silm fandom
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Gonna soft jump this account with some reposts and wanna post them firstt psppspspsp I love Russingon so much AAA
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practicing maedhros w colored pencil
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Just a quick what I think the son's of Feanor did or excelled at pre-kinslaying and pre-silmarils.
. Maedhros was his father's heir and to me was really politically savvy and a diplomat, he was also well versed in arms and handling a sword.
. Maglor was a professional musician that taught music to younger elves on the side.
. Celegorm was one of most acomplished huntsman and survivalist, and his craft usually had him out in the wilderness most of the time.
. Caranthir was a well known fashion icon with a serious temper, but single handedly grew Valinor's fashion styles. Would dabble in sewing and embroidery, but kept pricking his hands and got mad about it. Essentially he's the "devil wears prada' of Valinor.
. Curufin was a well known weapons smith. (Smithing runs in the family!😂)
. I feel both Amrod and Amras were jokesters but also had gentle dispositions. They were a jack of all trades with the arts, especially painting and weaving (shout out to grandmother Miriel!)
#lord of the rings#lotr#silmarillion#feanor#headcanon#sons of feanor#maedhros#maglor#celegorm#caranthir#curufin#amrod#amras
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A bunch of Angband Mae,in different styles.
Realistic Mae always hits so hard....💔
Realistic Mae is supposed to be him seeing whit hate and horror to Morgoth moments before Morgoth put him in that horrible rock.
#maedhros#silmarillion#tolkien art#tolkien#I SWEAR SOMEDAY I'LL DRAW HIM HAPPY🧍♂️#IT'S A QUICK SCKETH BUT TURN OUT PRETTY GOOD
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Of strategies and seductions.
Maedhros : You should try to get along with our cousins; they are kind and nice to us.
Maedhros : Angaráto has been stressed these last few days, maybe you could go see him and comfort him.
Caranthir : In his chambers?
Maedhros : What?, Why would you go to his chambers?
Caranthir : To seduce him, of course, and get him to ask for my hand from Atar who will accept his proposal, then we will marry, and thereby gaining dominion over the house of Arafinwë.
Caranthir : I must admit that political marriage is a strange strategy but it worked quite well with you and Findekáno.
Maedhros: What the fuc-
Maedhros : Carnistir, Number one; no one would ask you to seduce one of our cousins.
Maedhros : Number two; I'm not married to Findekáno because of politics, I really love him.
Maedhros : And number three, do you like Angaráto?
#Caranthir : (0///0)#caranthir#maedhros#sons of feanor#feanorians#they are still in Valinor#angrod#incorrect silmarillion quotes#silmarillion#the silm fandom#the silmarillion#angrod x caranthir#russingon
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WIP Whatever Day
thanks for the tag @thelordofgifs we're clawing our way back through the ongoing Thing
When the heavy doors finally close behind them, there are no words. They do not speak, they do not move, eyes only fixed at each other.
The music from the reception hall can still be heard distantly, its merry notes finding their way between the stone hallways of Barad Eithel and bouncing from wall to wall all the way to the king’s chambers. The king has no thought for the music, no mind for anything at all other than the elf who now stands before him.
It is somewhat bizarre to see Maedhros like this, here. The years are not so long since they last saw one another, yet so much has changed, things that they held true for centuries are now uprooted from the depths of the earth, never to be the same again no matter how great the labor in replanting them and growing them anew.
@sallysavestheday @queerofthedagger @dalliansss care to share what you're up to?
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