Hello! Every and all information (and speculations are also fabulous) you have on Maedhros are great to know! Please tell all! Thank you.

Hi :) Well, if you want straight up facts about Maedhros I suggest that you Google them - the combined might of the internet has a better compilation of the details regarding any of Tolkien’s characters than I could ever put together. But as for speculations, well here are some headcanons that I managed to dredge up:

- As a young elf I bet he had a really gangly phase where he was all limbs and big gawky hands and feet, and other members of the royal household had the odd chuckle about him looking rather the ugly duckling. But then when later he developed more into adulthood and filled out in muscle then people would look at him with a far different emotion in their eyes ;)

- Following his rescue from Thangorodrim, his maimed arm and shoulder never truly healed properly. The damage done to the connective tissues and muscles of his shoulder was too much to be fully repaired, and he required extra support at his shoulder joint hereafter. This might have been in the form of a brace, or simply carrying his arm in a sling to allow it to rest when not in strenuous use, and I think that the mobility and strength of his arm was somewhat compromised as a result.

- While he was not ashamed of the scars left on his body by his torment in Angband, he did not like them to be left too fully exposed. After he had healed he developed a new liking for full-sleeved, closed jerkins and shirts even in the height of summer. 

- I don’t think that his eventual suicide was entirely impulsive. Or perhaps, I think that the act may have been but the driving motivation behind it was not. From the first moment that his hands started burning as he laid them upon the Silmaril he knew that he was accursed, and he knew that truly he wished to end himself. But not then, and not there, so he stole the jewels with Maglor and bided his time, growing in horror and anxiety and restlessness, until at once the guilt of all that he had done became overwhelming. 

- I think that he knew already, he knew that the Silmarils would burn them, he knew it even as they have blazed down upon him from Morgoth’s crown, and he had felt the light of them itch upon his skin. He knew, and still he struggled, and he denied it even to himself, but through all of the years that ghost of disquiet hounded his every action. It sowed doubt, but already it was too late to change his course.

- The sheer act of desperation that was his suicide is staggering, and heartbreaking. The Oath of Fëanor had driven him to ruin, and even into death it would follow him - into a realm scarcely comprehensible to the immortal Eldar. For he knew that there would be no reincarnation for him, no rest and respite in the Halls of Mandos to atone for his sins or to while away the years in solitude. There was no chance for a better life, only the Everlasting Darkness. Only oblivion; utmost, eternal oblivion. What desolation must he have been feeling to choose that end, to forsake all hope of redemption or forgiveness or escape, to throw that all away in a moment of violence and extinguish himself utterly from the world? How powerful, how awful must that emotion have been? For he knew what he was choosing, and he chose it willingly. How much must he have been hurting?