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Maedhros and Maglor.
"pride, jealousy and harp" 😂😂😂
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I still got a couple more from the literally bloodthirsty Maedhros maemags sketches from kofi I drew for October last year... I love them.
#maemags#maedhros#maglor#maemag#blood tw#???just in case#silmarillion#silm art#silmarillion art#probably as risqué as im getting here on tumblr... very daring.#this one was fun because i tend to draw maglor underdressed and maedhros overdressed by this time in their lives. still managed to make mae#dhros look somewhat amorphous despite his nudity which is VERY important to My Vision.
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Maedhros and Maglor Week 2024 🌋🌊
Thank you so much to everyone who participated last year! Maedhros and Maglor Week will run again on February 18th-24th, 2024. This is a fandom event dedicated to exploring the relationship between Maedhros and Maglor! Fanworks of all kinds are welcome (see the Event Guidelines page for details!)
Prompts:
February 18th—Day 1: Treelight
February 19th—Day 2: Trust/Distrust
February 20th—Day 3: Himring and the Gap
February 21st—Day 4: Heroism/Villainy
February 22nd—Day 5: New Horizons
February 23rd—Day 6: Respite
February 24th—Day 7: Storytelling
You can also find a handy prompt schedule here and on the blog with some suggestions for inspiration related to each prompt!
Fanworks for the event can respond to one or more prompts (interpreted however you wish), or they can be totally unrelated to any prompt, as long as there’s a focus on Maedhros and Maglor. This event is inclusive of all iterations of their relationship: please respect everyone’s interpretations and creations!
Happy creating!
(Photo by Nathan Anderson on Unsplash)
#maedhros#maglor#silmarillion#silm#the silmarillion#maemags#feanorians#kanafinwe#nelyafinwe#makalaure#maitimo#makalaurë#nelyafinwë#fëanorians#kanafinwë#maedhros x maglor#maemag#maedhrosmaglorweek
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strike another match
Heartened, Maglor surged forward. His hands settled on Maedhros’ scarred shoulders like two doves. This was easily welcomed. Maglor kissed him on his scarred cheek, lightly, eagerly. Maedhros inhaled, like a man inhaling for the first time.
“Maglor…”
Not that new name, not between us, Maglor thought of saying. But Maedhros’ mouth wrought an alchemical change to the word’s shape, rendered it familiar and, in a certain light, beautiful.
“Yes?” he answered. It was impossible to sound really coy. He was too raw himself, had become too small beneath the grinding weight of kingship.
Maedhros’ hand, the one that was left to him, cupped Maglor’s cheek as gently as the wire prongs of a setting held a jewel.
He studied Maglor’s face as though seeing something through and beyond him. Maglor tried to make himself legible in answer.
“You cannot still—want—”
Maedhros/Maglor relearn each other in Mithrim ft. Maedhros past sexual trauma and Maglor vibes-based gender; @silmkinkmeme fill for day 6 of @maedhrosmaglorweek, Respite | Read here on AO3
#maemags#maedhros x maglor#maemag#maedhrosmaglorweek#maedhros#maglor#silmarillion#silmarillion fic#my fic#and that's all i've got.... gently releases it
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moment for @jouissants, thank you for a beloved comfort au 💕
Maglor is radiant on the dais. Himring's few spring flowers—pale and jewellike by turns—crowd his hair. He glows more than any of them, a bough of Laurelin in bloom. Maglor is always beautiful lately, at harp and at board and on the high back of his fleet-footed stallion, but now in a gown which shows more than conceals the slight swell of his belly, he is more beautiful than ever. Rose-colored silk peeks out beneath coral. Somewhere in Himring's plain stores they have found gold thread aplenty for the embroidery. So sourly notes Hithlum's ambassador.
The scribe speaks. "Will you affirm your oaths to each other?"
A small glance towards Maedhros, but Maedhros speaks before the pleased look can turn hesitant.
"Yes." He squeezes Maglor's hand. "Though we have spoken them before."
Excited murmuring from the Himring folk. In the guard captain's arms the babe laughs and wiggles.
Maglor smiles slowly, triumphantly. His certainty unfolds like the movement of a song. This is madness, what they are doing, the ambassador thinks. But Maglor looks glad to be mad.
"I would repeat them a thousand times an hour." And he leans up to his brother-husband and into a kiss, steadying himself upon one montane shoulder. "Speak, Nelyo," he murmurs.
A smile lights Maedhros' scarred face. "Before Eru, I thee wed."
#maemags#maemag#maedhros x maglor#maglor x maedhros#my fic#this is my brain on finals#writing juices awakening only at 1am for notes app maemag
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first five: "They have begun the ritual."
Maglor considers it: Yes, ritual. An apt analogy for the perfunctory enactment of their kinship.
The slip of a smile -- tired, taut, cynical -- tugs at Maglor's mouth, imagining what caustic witticism Maedhros might conjure (that skill he has not lost, not after all these years) if he knew Maglor thought of it as such.
But it is far from the first time Maglor's fingers have slid, unnecessarily, down the ridges of Maedhros' ribs as he ties his lord's tabard in place; not the first time his breath has warmed the skin of Maedhros' neck as his fingers deftly braid his hair into tight copper ropes; not the first time he has walked around to assess the quality of his work and Maedhros has clasped his jaw to thank him with a wordless kiss.
This kiss, though, is hungrier than has been his brother's wont; this one, Maglor concedes only after it is over, is the last.
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21st century, Scottish coast, Maglor meets someone who is a spitting image of the one he loved
Angus: Let's pretend I'm him for a moment.
Maglor: No
Angus: I want to. Show me how you loved him.
Maglor: Angus…
Angus: That's not my name. What's my name, Macalaure?
Maglor: Nelyo. Maitimo.
Angus: That's right.
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If You Are The Healer
for @maedhrosmaglorweek (Day 3: Lordship in Beleriand) and fill for @silmkinkmeme
Rating: E | No warnings
Words: 4.6k
Relationship: Maedhros/Maglor
Whereas Maedhros was cast in bronze, regal and hard, Maglor has ever been soft as clay. Maedhros has envied his pliant features, how easily he moulds himself to the desired mood. And now he makes himself innocent; he makes this not a blurring of lines that can never be redrawn but a triumphant thawing of bodies seized by cold for far too long.
Maedhros' decision to cede his claim to the High Kingship drives a rift between him and the brother who held the crown for him through his captivity. Through their reconciliation, Maedhros grapples with shame over the feelings that Maglor's devotion awakens in him, before he at last accepts the balm for loss and failure that Maglor offers.
READ ON AO3
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Do you ever think about how in the beginning it was Maglor who followed Feanor blindly in burning the ships and Maedhros who refused and in the end it was Maglor who wanted to break the oath while Maedhros was determined to keep it?
#does it make you feel insane?#because it does for me#there are multiple instances of them being opposites and mirrors of each other#and maybe one day I'll write it down properly#maedhros#maglor#maemags#feanorians#silm
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cw: scars
Full on Ao3
I wasn't planning to post this art here at all, but it turned out to be too good😌
Maybe will delete later.
#the silmarillion#silm#tolkien#fanart#sketch#digital art#maemags#russingon#fingon x maedhros x maglor#fingon#maedhros#maglor#i love them your honor
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Maedhros and Maglor.
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'Youth.' for day 1, "Treelight" of @maedhrosmaglorweek 2024
some information and details:
this painting is based on a homonym noveau painting by Henri-Jules-Ferdinand Bellery-Desfontaines. You can read more on it here.
details are unedited from the original size; which you can find on my kofi page, along with some process, if you are so inclined <3
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One month until Maedhros and Maglor Week! 🏰🍷
Maedhros and Maglor Week will run February 18th-24th, 2024. This is a fandom event dedicated to exploring the relationship between Maedhros and Maglor! Fanworks of all kinds are welcome (see the Event Guidelines page for details!)
Prompts:
February 18th—Day 1: Treelight
February 19th—Day 2: Trust/Distrust
February 20th—Day 3: Himring and the Gap
February 21st—Day 4: Heroism/Villainy
February 22nd—Day 5: New Horizons
February 23rd—Day 6: Respite
February 24th—Day 7: Storytelling
You can also find a handy prompt schedule here and on the blog with some suggestions for inspiration related to each prompt!
Fanworks for the event can respond to one or more prompts (interpreted however you wish), or they can be totally unrelated to any prompt, as long as there’s a focus on Maedhros and Maglor. This event is inclusive of all iterations of their relationship: please respect everyone’s interpretations and creations!
Happy creating!
(Photo by Nathan Anderson on Unsplash)
#maedhros#maglor#silmarillion#silm#the silmarillion#maemags#feanorians#kanafinwe#nelyafinwe#makalaure#maitimo#makalaurë#nelyafinwë#fëanorians#kanafinwë#maedhros x maglor#maemag#maedhrosmaglorweek
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Hi!! For the kiss asks, Maemags and 'out of love' pls?
Maedhros’ eyes were on him—he could feel them even when he turned upstage. As the last swelling chords rang out to the shiver of the timbrels, Maglor arranged himself in a languid pose, his hair falling riverine over his shoulders.
He had wanted Ossë’s role—it had seemed to him more dramatic and dynamic. Yet Uinen had the better arias, long pieces persuading her beloved to forsake Melkor’s service and return to her side, and so her role was given to him.
Ossë’s actor, a sturdy nís of a stonemason’s family, rushed to him. Maglor threw his bangled arm about her shoulders. Applause burst out, and around them, the silk-simulated seas quieted to stillness. The crystal lamps brightened: the spell was broken.
Turning fractionally, he sought out Maedhros’ gaze and found it at once. His brother’s handsome face stood out in the crowd just as the brightest stars arrested attention amid the firmament. He was still watching. Maglor fought not to smile as he slipped away through a cunning opening in the fabric.
When he stepped out into a Mingling full of iridescent damselflies, Maedhros was waiting for him with an armful of flowers even before he reached the festival’s dressing rooms.
Maglor grinned and ducked inside, knowing Maedhros would follow, and then the flowers—lovely though they were, and fragrant—were forgotten. When they parted, Maedhros’ mouth was smeared reef-turquoise and he bore a hint of Maglor’s amethyst blush upon his high cheekbone.
“Thou wert radiant.”
“Nothing thou hast not heard before,” Maglor demurred. He liked, when he could, to steal away Maedhros to mark the paces of scenes with him. All in the name of practice, of course. “Besides, I still think the harpist should have been replaced in the orchestra. He lagged on each trill.”
Maedhros smiled a small secret smile, the sort that was only for Maglor. Maglor’s heart glowed.
How could what they shared be wrong—if it made him feel thus? He had heard others speak of the joyful instinct that lighted their own fëar, urging their feet towards the path that was right for them. That was Maglor’s only religion, and it guided him in circles ever around and beside and back to the nér he craved.
“Very well,” Maedhros was saying, entertained, “I will tell thee again that thou art beautiful, and a better harper besides.” And he kissed Maglor again, returning the turquoise paint.
Maglor caught at breath, as he often did after Maedhros kissed him. He had blushed at Maedhros’ archness, but Maedhros had kissed even more color into his cheeks. He managed, though, to flutter his lashes. “Oh? Thou wouldst yield to my pleas?”
“Thou knowest me, Káno,” Maedhros said, crowding him against the vanity. “Can I ever deny thee anything?”
#maemags#maglor#maedhros#i know i can't believe it's thee and valinor and i'm not using their quenya names either this one just wanted to be written this way...#maedhros x maglor#maglor x maedhros#etc.#maemag#silmarillion#silmarillion fic#my fic#kiss meme#searchingforserendipity25#i hope you enjoy this one!!!#i don't often hc them having a full on Thing in valinor but i find it very fun when they do#also this brought to u by that elven psychology post going around earlier this week
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maemag + baby
#maemags#maedhros#maglor#silmarillion#maemag#maedhros x maglor#can't be stopped won't be stopped#a sequel to my previous Worke#my art
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Made For Her
f!Maedhros/f!Maglor pwp for @maedhrosmaglorweek, Day 1: Treelight
1.5k, Rated E
Maitimë’s body is the model of womanly beauty: she is all long curving lines, each joint blending seamlessly into the next; and where the lines break continuity — as at her fine collarbones, her proud cheekbones, the sharp line of her nose — these are as artfully placed cuts upon a gemstone.
Elsewhere her body swells — her breasts, her calves, her ass — and it is upon these features most eyes, following the cascade of her shining copper hair, linger.
Few venture to meet Maitimë’s bright grey eyes. She is told (and knows) she has the eyes of her father, twin white flames, and laughs when rumour comes to her that even the princes of Valmar who dwell at Varda’s feet are too afeard to look upon them long.
Maitimë does not mind. It tickles her, such admiration and awe, for no prince or lord will ever have her. “To none will the lofty heir of Curufinwë grant her love,” they murmur, and she plays the part they have given her.
There is only one, too close to be suspected, to whom she grants the enjoyment of her body.
Read the rest on AO3.
#maedhrosmaglorweek#day 1: treelight#maemags#maemag#nsft#f!maedhros/f!maglor#sapphictolkien#no plot none not even an ounce#shameless smut
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