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youareunbearable · 2 years

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I might not do anything with this BUT I've been thinking about the Shadow of Mordor games again and how FUN would it be if Sauron did that but instead of bringing back Celebrimbor he uses his necromancy magic to bring back Maedhros

An imposingly tall figure, all done up in Sauron's spikey black armor, instead of his mace there is a wicked black blade where a right hand should be. He roams at the front of the Nazgul, blade at the ready as the other holds the reigns to a monstrous horse

People are terrified, thinking that Sauron himself is roaming the wilds, he stalks the Fellowship, nothing seems to stop him only delay him. Gandalf isn't sure its Sauron himself, but something about him under all that twisted and dark and evil song sings pure, like a dull flicker of white flame, like a weak candle.

When Boromir dies, that figure is with the orcs, it isnt the one to slay Boromir, but turns away and it seems to know where the ring is. The orcs are too focused on Merry and Pipin to follow the Figure, but he walks off. He stands on the shores as Frodo and Sam shiver in the Swan boat, but it does nothing but watch them as they sail off. It makes no motion to follow them or attack their small boat, just watch transfixed. Sam makes a comment that it looks like the Figure's armor makes it almost like it has a metal collar around its neck and cuffs on its wrists

During the battle of Helm's Deep, that Figure is back again, silently leading the siege. At one point, an Elven arrow hits the Figure's helm, knocking it a little loose and from under the helm tumbles a single red lock of hair. Its so red that almost looks like a smoldering flame. Haldir, who lives with the survivors of Doriath, sees that red hair, that tall stature, the handless right wrist and pales. While he wasn't there to witness the destruction of Doriath, he has heard the tales, he knows about the red haired monster that haunts the memories of the Sindar, and he knows what that Figure is capable of. Luckily, that Figure manages to catch a glimpse of Aragorn, and Freezes once again, a single stone that cuts through the rushing current of orcs all around him. Haldir doesn't see it again, but then again, Haldir doesn't see much of anything again.

(The Figure sees Gandalf on the hill, arriving with the dawn and reinforcments and it grieves, something in it breaks all over again but the magic puppeting its moves doesn't allow it to dwell. The helm is readjusted and the hair is tucked away and the Figure turns and leaves the battlefield. Its being summonded somewhere else.)

The war rages on, the Witch King is dead, but so is King Theoden. The Figure is trapped, the right wrist is pinned under the corpse of an oliphant and Elrond's sons watch as the Figure struggles before lying still. It's clearly not dead, but realizing it's trapped.

Aragorn and Legolas and Gimli join the twins. Gimli offers to thrust his axe in its chest, Legolas insists that he can shoot through its eye from a safer distance. Aragorn, who heard Haldir's frantic pleas during his final moments, just observes the Figure.

He notices the strange collar, how it clearly has cuffs on its wrist and feet, like it used to be shackled and chained.

"Can you speak?" He asks it.

The Figure does nothing but turn its helm towards Aragorn. They stare at each other for a few tense moments.

One of the twins, Aragorn still isn't fully sure which one, approches the Figure slowly. The Figure's helm is still directed at Aragorn.

"It feels familiar." The one twin whispers, voice raw from exertion. "It has a fea, it feels warm."

"Like uncle Erestor. Or Lindir." The other twin agrees.

The Figure turns its helm towards the twins at the mention of Erestor. The twin closest to the Figure, quick as an adder, jabs a polearm at the Figure's helm.

It snaps back, the helm tumbling off the Figure's head and those smoldering red locks fan out around the head, obscuring the face from view.

Even without seeing the face it's clearly an Elf. An abused one at that if one just looks at the notches missing from it's pointed ears. The polearm is back, nudging under where a chin should be to lift the face.

First, all that is seen is scars. So many that pull the once handsome face, for even under all its marring one can tell from the bone structure that this was a face that could launch a thousand ships, into a grotesque manner. But it is the eyes, the eyes that makes everyone suck in a breath.

These eyes glow, they glow with power, with light never been seen before, or well, haven't been seen in Ages. These grey eyes glow with the reflected light of the Two Trees, long since felled.

"Oh, Maitimo," Gandalf, who had wandered up the the group, sighed with tremendous sorrow. "What has become of you?"

Maitimo, or Maedhros as those in the Third Age know him as, tries to speak. His lips move, which brings attention to the fact that they are loosely sewn together with a black cord that seems to pull and ooze blood, never letting the wounds heal. His voice croaks, dry with misuse, but he manages a sound, a breath, perphaps even a word. Each syllable like a dying wheeze. He repeats the sound, again and again, almost becoming frantic with his wheezing chants, blood spilling down his chin from the threads, until it's understandable.

"Necromancer."

#amber rambles #silmarillion #maedhros #maitimo #silm fic #Iotr #I personally think it would be Fun and Seasonal if Mae becomes a zombie puppet for Sauron #like I already think that because of the Oath and because of his time with Morgoth and Sauron he wouldnt be able to die or hear Mandos Call #And I think Sauron would be a petty bitch enough to bring back Mae as a fun little HaHa Deal With THIS Emotional Trauma Elrond U Ass #I couldnt decide if I wanted Mae to deal with Aragorn and the fellowship or with frodo and sam but I figured if hes being puppeted #he would go after aragorn HOWEVER a fun little alternative i have #is that he goes after frodo and sam and they end up in Shelobs cave and Mae is gonna kill the hobbits but the Liquid Starlight #snaps some of his Sauron Mind Control off and activates his Omg Oath!! brain and he fights Shelob off the hobbits to grab it #and he knows he cant grab the vial cause hes Literally a figure of evil now but he just sits there and stares at it #and Little Sam goes up to him slowly and asks #If you want that vial i can help you but you must not hurt Mr Frodo anymore do you promise?#And Mae nods his head. promising.#so Sam cuts off a corner of his cloak and wraps the vial in it and hands it over to Mae who just hold the cloth bundle and begins to shake #he sobs. big wheezes and moans that cant make it past his sewn lips but he tries and Sam runs off to save Frodo while he does that #Then once gollum tosses himself and the ring into the lava and the world is crumbling around them Mae appears in the cave opening #to scoop up the tired hobbits and carry them to safety not caring about lava chasing after them. He collapses once the eagels come #Sam tries to get them to take Mae as well. But they dont and he screams and Mae just takes off his helm and smiles #He holds up the wrapped vial in his hand and with his bladed hand he cuts through the threads on his lips and shouts up to the sky #Thank You! A New Dawn Shall Rise!! and the eagles fly higher and farther and sam cant see it but he knows the lava swallowed him up #and a new dawn does rise. It rises on a new Age with a new king and a wedding and painful goodbyes and a new beginning

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sesamenom · 25 days

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the art is Taking Its Time so in the meanwhile here's some things I've been working on

#silm #silmarillion #wip #<- let us hope the WIP Curse does not again befall me #mostly bc one of these is for feanorian week and the other is also for someone #i am trying to tackle feanor into a piece for melestasflight but He Will Not Go #i havent managed to draw him in like three months aaaa #i have so many ideas for him and he does Not Want to cooperate with me #on the other hand lomion is very friendly!#finrod is usually my go to when the characters dont want to work w me #he is very nice and polite #except tol in gaurhoth finrod. he takes so long to draw whyyy #but so far reverse gondolin lomion and idril are super easy to work with so thats great #i have ideas for maglor but right now all he wants to do is this one speicfic au so i'm stuck with that for now #im sorry i promise the maedhros maglor week stuff is still floating in my to do list #but maglor is Demanding his own au #probably after seeing the reverse gondolin one lol #and feanor is hiding in a corner like a feral cat so :/#not artblock but worse: the *characters* are Busy Experiencing The Horrors and cannot come out today sorry

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that-angry-noldo · 2 years

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The King and the Healer

[Elrond and Elros are sent under Finarfin's care during the War of Wrath. Finarfin and Elrond have a conversation about two Very Problematic members of their families.]

Elrond tapped his fingers nervously on the table, clenching his teeth, running his other hand through his hair.

It was quiet. Even calm. Which was - which was driving Elrond crazy, because calm was not something he was used to. Not what the Feanorings had prepared him for. Calm in the midst of war is not calm. It is a trap. So all his senses shouted to him.

Finarfin did not think so.

Elrond had to trust Finarfin. First, he was a king (perhaps not Elrond's king, but still). Second, he was--he was a seer, a strong seer, and if he said to set up camp and stop for a few days, that meant they were safe. Third, Maglor -

He looked straight into his eyes, squeezing his shoulder with his hand. Around them was the chaos of the camp, people grabbing their swords and things. Surprisingly, Maglor was Elrond's island of stability.

"He- he's a good man, Elrond. He'll take care of you."

Elrond bit his lip. They had already quarreled about it. They already screamed and cried.

"Stay...stay near him. He'll protect you. I know."

"Come with us."

"Elrond - Elrond, you know we can't."

Elrond knew that better than anyone.

- Maglor told them to believe Finarfin, whatever that meant.

The king himself was sitting on a rough sofa with a pile of papers in his hands. His face was as calm as ever, his hair glowing softly in the semi-darkness of the tent (Elrond knew that hair was not the only thing that could glow; the memory of the light with which Finarfin once burned on the battlefield was still fresh).

Elros sat next to the king.

Elros - Elros stared at the king appraisingly.

Elrond shifted nervously in his chair, because that look in Elros meant a challenge.

Elros was angry with the Feanorings. With Maedhros, to be specific. He had always been closer to Maedhros and therefore he took the decision to send them to Finarfin as a knife to his back.

Elros hated Finarfin. From the very beginning, there was a challenge in his eyes. He often made sharp remarks, to which Finarfin responded with quotations from books. He specially spoke with a strongly accented "th" instead of "s" - Finarfin switched to a Feanoring accent in conversations with him.

Elros hated Finarfin because he never accepted a challenge.

And now Elros was planning a new provocation, and Elrond begged him, begged him to stop, because Maglor and Maedhros trusted them, Maglor and Maedhros-

Elros winced and nudged the king's shoulder with his head.

Elrond noted three things. How tense Elros remained, how his face was still contorted as if in anticipation of pain. The way his own stomach went cold with fear because I begged you not to. How Finarfin froze and how for a second a surprised expression crossed his face.

Then the king placed the papers on his lap, picked up the blanket that lay aside, and sighed, throwing it over Elros's shoulders. As Peredhel's eyes widened and stared intently at the papers on the king's lap, he knew this was not the reaction Elros had expected.

Finarfin returned to the rustling of raports.

Elros frowned and leaned on the king's shoulder.

This time the king did not pay attention to him.

Okay. Elrond took a breath, his eyes running over the report. Okay. He exhaled, still feeling uncomfortable under the king's gaze.

Finarfin wasn't looking at the papers, staring at his assistant instead.

Inhale. Exhale.

"You're worried."

Elrond could barely hold back a nervous laugh. Yes, they are in the middle of a war, the Feanorings are doing inexplicable what inexplicably why, Elros is jumping from fire to ice, why in the world would he be worried??

Finarfin sighed.

"Elrond."

"I'm fine. All's-"

"Is it about Elros?"

Peredhel inhaled, exhaled, looked away.

"He - he's not always like that, though, he's just angry and nervous, because, because-"

"Elrond," the king's voice was soft, yes, soft. "I am not angry with him."

This time Elrond laughed nervously.

"Do not say it in front of him, he will take that as a challenge."

"Elrond, I am not angry with him. I will not order him to be taken away from me and I will not punish him, I will not leave you on the sidelines and I will not abandon you to the orcs."

Elrond inhaled as he prepared to say something. Then exhaled, turning pale.

"This... I'm so - I'm so sorr-..."

"You're worried," the king calmly explained. "Sometimes your shields crack, and since you think most of all about Elros and, as a result, about me -"

"I'm sorry," Elrond whispered. "I'm not… Maglor, Maglor said—"

He stuttered. Morgoth and Valaraucar, speak not of the Feanorings, speak not of the Feanorings-

Finarfin watched him patiently. Elrond slumped his shoulders.

"Maglor said you can be trusted."

The king looked away.

There was silence. A candle flickered softly.

Finarfin sighed, leaned back in his chair.

"I am not a monster, Elrond," Peredhel took a sharp breath, closed all mental walls and shields again. Finarfin stared into the darkness of the tent. "I won't - I understand that you love them."

"Elros is angry that they sent us away," Elrond said quietly, clutching his quill. "That's why he..."

"I know. That's why I'm not angry. I- Elrond, I understand."

Elrond wanted to laugh again, because how could one even understand that? They slayed - they slayed his people, because of them Mother threw herself into the sea, they took him and Elros, held them captive, but Elrond loved them all the same, because - because they are Maedhros and Maglor, these are his Maedhros and Maglor -

Finarfin was looking at him, and Elrond noticed for the first time how gray his eyes were.

"Elrond," the king repeated, steel in his voice. "I understand, because they are my - they are my family too, Elrond."

He understands because they are his family.

His family.

"And I want to hate them for what they did too. They - after Alqualonde I had nightmares for several hundred years. Even now, when I remember -"

"Blood," Elrond whispered. "There was a lot of blood. And bodies. And mom - we thought mom was dead - and dad - he -"

"I know," whispered Finarfin. "I know."

"I - have to hate them."

"Me too".

"But - I -"

"I can't," Finarfin finished for him.

He paused, then smiled faintly.

"Finrod asked me to make sure they survive," he said, and Elrond straightened up, for Finarfin rarely spoke of Finrod. "I... I remember how Maedros and I played adults at banquets. We were twenty years old? Maglor - I've heard Maglor play before he became the best minstrel and honestly I don't know how I'm not deaf yet."

Elrond smiled weakly.

"Maglor knows how to make people want to go deaf."

"Yes. And Maedros pretends to be strong, although he himself breaks under pressure," Finarfin looked away, his face became sad.

"He... was like that in Aman too?"

"Towards the end, yes. After... Formenos. I think. I don't know. We - we were all not in the best shape then."

Elrond put down his quill, pushed the report aside.

"I would like to know them when... when they were like then. Before - before Morgoth, before the Silmarils," he whispered. "When everything was... calm."

"Perhaps someday," Finarfin looked at him, and tenderness appeared in his eyes. "Once upon a time. In Arda Renewed, perhaps. This is Finrod's favorite phrase when he talks about his... mortal friends. Maybe in Arda Renewed we will all be one big, friendly family."

"Perhaps," Elrond agreed quietly and returned to work. Finarfin disapprovingly took the papers from him.

"Enough for you for today, Peredhel. Go to sleep."

Elrond wanted to protest, but snapped his mouth shut and stood up.

As he was leaving the tent, Finarfin called out to him one last time.

"Tell Elros that when he needs a hug, he can just ask. No need to plan a ten-step attack with retreat possibility."

Elrond nodded and smiled slyly.

#oh look who decided to write something #yaaay #okay let me tag this first #finarfin #elrond #elros #peredhel #maedhros #maglor #feanorings #the war of wrath #tolkien #tolkien fic #silmarillion #lotr #/end of classification tags #yeah yeah not cannon i know #look it's silmarillion we're talking about canon is thrown in the corner and strangled to death #one day i just thought 'yeah but what if twins found themselves under finarfin's care during the war of wrath' and the answer was #they're getting adopted the moment they set their foot in the camp #elros is in his rebellion age don't mind him #his love language is also touch because i said so #feanorian logic: look at our kids we want to protect them so bad lets send them to front lines to our uncle what can possibly happen #it's me i'm the logic. in my defence i needed it for the plot #after a month elros is following finarfin like a puppy #which is very convenient for ara because yes puppies who Can and Will kill for you if someone looks at you the wrong way is what he needed #okay bye

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kosmic-autokrat · 1 year

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silm doodles i did at a support group

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deux-baguettes · 10 months

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very specific take but i like to think that the elves (when they first come in to valinor) are wearing something more reminiscent to ancient mediterranean and western asian clothing before they're donning the medieval couture.

the falmari along the shores dressing in a chiton and peplos made from wool and linen. the materials change slowly to something thinner, more filigree like cotton and silk, adorned with pearls and small jewels. (thinking of fortuny's "delphos gown" and the early 1910s fashion, later also vionnet & the bias cut in the 1920s) but also kimonos dyed in shibori technique with the colour from mollusks. they are washed at the shores and in little water streams and hung up to dry on lines along the coast of alqualondë.

in tirion the garments lean more towards early egyptian clothes; thinking of the islamic world. the fabrics are made of linen (cooling effect), dyed with plants, if at all. it resembles more shendyt with a tunic, laid in pleats to emphasise the abundance of material. tiles, floors and housing resound the specific colours that were (are) predominant in islamic culture, white and blue. for festivals they make use of a paste (like henna) to embellish themselves. (henna has its origin in egypt; applied before/during a festive moment like new year, marriage, birthdays).

just imagine, all these elves, donning traditional clothing in white and blue, slightly bejewelled fabrics, extensive patterns drawn on their skin, pearls, gold and other metals braided in their hair when they're celebrating the coming of the eldar into valinor.

#must draw fingon braiding maedhros' hair and nothing can stop me but my innate fear of utter failure :')#the mentions of them wearing white during these festivals idk that tingled my brain in a niche corner #robert irwin's book on islamic art is a p neat read up #but generally being into fashion and a tad bit history is Not Great if you wanna sleep sound at night #the silmarillion #thoughts

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heraldofcrow · 2 years

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Radagon from Elden Ring and Maedhros from the Silmarillion have the same vibe. Change my mind.

#elden ring and the silmarillion my two huge fantasy epics that i worship #Lotr and dark souls are a different beast #then there’s narnia and demon’s souls aka the minis #and then sekiro and the hobbit #the ones with the adorable protagonists #and then there’s just bloodborne sitting in the corner #staring at me #he’s the problem child #anyway i trailed off #maedhros #radagon of the golden order #elden ring #the silmarillion #CrowNotes

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wethecelestial · 2 years

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put morton’s fork on repeat because unfortunately it’s my pavlovian conditioning editing music but it got tangled up in the silmarillion brain worms and now i’m like. morton’s fork maedhros animatic

#something something the inevitability of trying to save the people you love from their doom something something all roads eventually leading #to the same fate #something something the cut from 'i thought we lived forever / a simple obstacle in the way' to 'turns out we are shit out of luck'#something something and the sun will explode but not before you and everyone that you'll ever know will be gone long ago #i can like. feel the thesis of this amv just right outside of my field of vision i am turning it around and around in my head like an apple #the first verse 'i told you ma i'd keep you safe when the sun expands to consume our house in flames'#and shots of the two trees dying / maedhros and his brothers running through formenos to find their grandfather's body #in the wake of melkor's destruction #to the last verse 'i haven't slept in several nights but i'm not tired / who protects the ones i love when i'm asleep'#cut to shots of elwing running through sirion holding the silmaril in the wake of the third kinslaying #'though there's little i can do i say a prayer that when the wolves come for their share they'll come for me' cut to her being cornered by #maedhros on the cliff and stepping off the edge and falling into the sea #the oath twisting your intentions until no matter what choices you make it leads you to become the villain of someone else's story in #the end #oh wait actually. im realizing that the final argument between maedhros and maglor is also a morton's fork. either we turn ourselves in and #forfeit the oath or we follow the oath and die but either way we damn ourselves #..........morton's fork amv just of that argument and the final attempt to get the silmarils......wait a minute.

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tari-cua · 2 months

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Maedhros. so...I continue to conduct this great art. I take extra breaks so as not to burn out. the skull in the corner is purely me😂😂😂

#drowing #silmarillion #tolkien #digital art #maemag #maedhros

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burnetteofgold · 2 months

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A normal day in the house of Fëanor:

Fëanor: writing the most controversial, most demonic, verbally aggressive letter to Fingolfin

Maedhros: crying in the corner

Maglor: Playing his harp and screaming "ITS TIIIMMMEEEE!!!!" thinking he sounds like Mariah Carey

Celegorm: planning the ultimate rizz to pull Lúthien

Caranthir: rage

Curufin: helping Celegorm with the rizz

Amrod: hitting Amras

Amras: hitting Amrod

Huan (yes he counts as well): eating Fëanor's sock.

#silmarillion #tolkien #tolkien legendarium #my art <3 #feanorians #maedhros #maglor #caranthir #celegorm #amrod #amras #curufin #feanor #Spare fingolfins soul

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braxix · 4 months

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I make myself cry!It hurts and I hate it so much and I love it so much and I absolutely have to share this. This may sound so stupid and I apologize if it does, but it won't leave me alone.

I just imagined that Miriel had a garden that she loved to read in and when she died Finwë had a statue of her made and set in her favorite place. Later when he died a statue was made of him that was place beside hers. As news of more and more family members that were refused to be returned to them comes more and more statues enter the garden.

When Elrond finally sails and goes to Tirion he stumbles upon the garden. It takes him but a moment to realize what the garden is and then he sees it. I statue tucked between two others. He just barely glimpse it out of the corner of his eye. Him, well no, not him. Elros. There's a statue of Elros here placed oddly near to the statues of Finwë and Miriel and then he finally gets in front of the statues and realizes who they're of. Maedhros and Maglor who have their hands(the ones Elrond knows were burned by the Silmaril(Maedhros' left and Maglor's right)) on Elros's shoulders, looking at him in adoration. Elrond doesn't know if they did that on purpose or that's just how it ended up, but Maedhros and Maglor had always called them their gems and stars, with how the Silmaril is now flown through the heavens as a star it's sort of poetic how they now hold Elros forever how they had held the Silmarils.

Celebrian finds him there, curled up at the base of the statues, crying. She smiles and remarks that they need to get a statue for Arwen.

(The statue is placed in front of the statue of Maedhros, Maglor, and Elros. She is curled up with Aragorn next to her and her first son in her lap. Elrond would have had her other children added, but he had no knowledge of what they looked like, only that they existed. When Elladan and Elrohir arrive they bring more news and the missing statues are added, her children are now playing throughout the garden for eternity.)

#Idk #cry with me if you want #lotr #lord of the rings #silmarillion #elrond peredhel #elrond #elros #elros tar minyatur #miriel #finwe #maedhros #maglor #aragorn #arwen #arwen tinuviel #aragorn elessar #celebrian

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searchingforserendipity25 · 7 months

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Maedhros builds Himring to be impenetrable, unbreakable, and inviolable.

He shows Fingon every corner, whenever he visits; for always it grows, alters like a beast with many skins. All the secret stairways and mind-wearying labyrinths, the pipework of thermal water that kept the hallways thrumming with life as if with heart’s blood.

In case of a siege, he says, for it might come to be that the hidden routes should serve as places for Fingon to bring reinforcements and supplies under the eye of the Enemy.

They both know what Maedhros might come to be; and he learned with diligence all the places the besieged might use to escape, or for trickery, where he might leverage an entry to the stronghold of his beloved, and close tunnels, and trap the red-plumed elves of the Lord of Himring.

“In case of a siege,” says Fingon, allowing that possibility only.

He looks down at Maedhros from where he walked ahead among the curling turret steps, familiar with the heart of the fortress. “But a siege shall not come. We, besiegers ourselves, shall have our day. In the days to come the land will ease its ceaseless winter, that flowers shall bloom in spring in the shadow of Himring.”

“Come to me in the summer of our victory, and Himring will greet you in splendour,” laughs Maedhros; and Fingon bends down as he reaches, presses Maedhros against the warm stones, captures the master of the castle with a dizzying kiss.

Himring is Maedhros’ masterpiece, and it outlasts the sinking of the continent, the sundering of the world.

The towers fall to ruin, are worn down into lonesome isolation. Himling island remains, still: all the turret walls shattered, worn smooth by the hands of the wind. Century after century; the gulls conquer it without mercy, build nests among the old pantries, atop the rusted metal of the pipes.

Sparse white grass grows through and around the shattered stones of the last worn steps. On rare days, before midsummer, desperate mariners make the journey to the cursed isle, to gather the small buds among the wreckage.

Men say they are bad to eat, but good to have; good fortune for sweethearts they bring, courage against the swells, and certain fidelity if worn on wedding days.

#ficlet #my fics #maedhros #fingon #russingon #the silm #tolkien fanfiction #tolkien

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doodle-pops · 9 days

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Modern AU: Brother’s Best Friend | They Get Jealous When You Bring A Boy Over

Headcanon: Maedhros, Celegorm, Fingon, Angrod, Egalmoth & Beleg

Request: How about this, remember your brother's bestfriend au with Beleg, Maehdros, Fingon, etc? How about the sister brings over a guy because she thought that the elves didnt have a genuine interest in her? And they get jealous. With all the same elves - Anon

A/N: It was a pleasure writing these headcanons for you, anon :) My stomach was performing cartwheels writing them jealous.

Warnings: female reader, heavily suggestive content, making out

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Maedhros

Just your typical Friday night when he pays your brother a visit and the first sight he stumbles upon is you and some…GUY being all close and flirty with one another as if nothing ever happened between you two.

Being the eldest of seven siblings, his temper and jealousy control knows no bounds because has been through it all. So when he notices the interaction, he quietly shuffles aside to meet with your brother in his room and BOILS.

Y’all really thought Mae wouldn’t become jealous, especially after all those nights of spending hours in your room while your brother peacefully sleeps like a log? He wants to launch that guy out of the house like a javelin for simply breathing in your direction.

The entire time he’s in your brother’s room, he’s creating all the excuses to step out just to return downstairs so he can stalk the interactions until he can no longer take it and corners you the moment you step aside.

“I like your friend.” His deep voice startled you as he stepped into the kitchen after your friend ran off to the washroom. Mae’s eyes never left your figure standing behind the counter and shyly looking away as though you were caught committing a crime. You were in his eyes.

“Mae,” you softly replied with a scoff and a shake of your head. “It’s not what you think.”

“Then tell me what it is,” he growled.

Your eyes snapped upwards and met the darkened look in his eyes as he fought against the restraints he created whenever he was around you in the open. His silvery orbs were shifting into darker hues of grey, swirling around as his look morphed into jealousy with a touch of hunger. His footsteps were light and calculated as he slid into the kitchen and came to stand behind you, pushing a lock of hair away from your ear.

His towering presence and body heat radiating off him made your stomach flop and butterflies erupted. Just the mere act of him pushing your hair away from your ear left you anticipating. And you were lucky. His hot breath ghosted the shell of your ear as he craned his neck to match your height while he placed his right hand on the countertop to sandwich you.

“I’ll tell you what is. You want me to bend you over this counter like I always do and make him watch and listen as you moan my name,” he breathed while his lips brushed against the tips. “How can a guy not want you? Look at you, even I want you and I don’t appreciate competing for what’s already mine. So tell him goodbye because you already have a friend: a boyfriend.”

“Since when?”

“Since now.”

Feeling like all the air had been forced out your lungs from how hard you were breathing, your fingers curled into the countertop as the images began flashing across your mind like flashbacks. Gulping and managing to reply, you looked at him from over your shoulder. “If you’re jealous, you should just say so.”

“I’m not jealous, princess. I’m just claiming what belongs to me.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Celegorm

All hell is going to break loose the moment he and your brother walk through the door and witness the sight of you and some random…GUY is all cute and playful. Standing close to each, bumping shoulders and laughing at his jokes.

It’s worse when your brother doesn’t even know who this GUY is, so this gives him the cue to step up and become the big bad wolf to cryptically remind you that he doesn’t tolerate it and you’re in trouble.

The first thing Celegorm could do is make himself known by standing as menacingly as possible in the area and STARE until you both become uncomfortable. Either you speak out on his actions or the boy, and if he does, Tyelko loves the direction the confrontation is heading.

You should count your blessings that your brother is present because he wants to know just as much as Celegorm does, and he’s also preventing Celegorm from flipping your house inside out.

His gaze was locked on you the entire time, wanting you to catch the hints that you weren’t going to be let off the hook for this stunt. “So who’s your lil friend over here?”

Rolling your eyes exasperatedly at the silver-haired oaf, you turned your head to cast an apologetic glance at your friend before introducing him. “This here is Nestaron, and he’s in the same year as me in uni. We have most of our classes together.”

Without missing a beat, Tyelko’s brows furrowed as he threw a questionable look at your friend before returning his focus to you. “Together? What do you mean by that kitten?”

With the simple use of your pet name, the poor boy inwardly cringed and felt like he was overstepping boundaries he didn’t know were up. His eyes were everywhere but you and Tyelko as he fiddled with his thumbs on the stool while you and your brother’s bestie were having a murderous stare-down. You couldn’t understand why he was being so negative about your friend when he didn’t even know the boy.

“Um…” Your head swivelled at the sound of your friend’s voice and watched as he hopped off his stool and grabbed his bag pack. “I’m gonna head out now. Sorry if I ruined anything between you two, I didn’t know you were together.”

“We’re not together.”

“Yes, we are!”

Nestaron’s eyes darted between you and Tyelko, while Tyelko and your gaze were locked on one another. His face wore a triumphant smirk while yours held disbelief at his jealous behaviour. In the middle of your stare-down, Nestaron ushered himself out of the kitchen without saying another word and departed from the house.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“What the hell is wrong with you?! I come over and some random guy is being all flirty with you. Don’t even tell me that he wasn’t flirting because I know what flirting looks like. I do it with you all the time!” he whisper-yelled, finally entering the kitchen to corner you between him and the fridge. His forest eyes held anger and sadness in them the longer he held your gaze.

Fighting the urge to bite your tongue, you narrowed your eyes at him and craned your neck upwards to challenge him. “Why do you care so much?!”

“Because I don’t sleep around. If I do, it’s only one person, you. There’s meaning in that, but you haven’t recognised it yet,” he uttered softly whilst lifting a finger to caress your cheek. It wasn’t long before his gaze darkened as his words lingered in the air and his gaze fell to your lips. “So if I were you, I’d continue making your little meal while thinking about it because you’re gonna have to apologise to me later…night.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Fingon

No, jealousy is not his favourite colour because green doesn’t go well with his appearance. He refuses to reach that level where his temper tips into becoming the green monster, so all he does is painfully observe with a fake smile and silently SIMMERS.

What he doesn’t know is that he is genuinely jealous the longer he stares at you and your new buddy outside, laughing and chatting away too close for his personal taste—he does notice the way your new buddy stares at you when you weren’t looking, and he isn’t happy about it.

His face contorts and his breathing quickens, and his focus isn’t even on your brother explaining some new game he’s been wanting. The entire time he’s calculating what and how to approach you without hinting that he wasn’t pleased with the interaction.

He didn’t want to appear like some jealous-possessive type of lover—he wasn’t sure if you considered him that—but Fingon knew that something had to be done to reaffirm his security when it came to your relationship.

Pleased to have found a moment to steal away from your brother, he manages to accidentally bump into you the moment you re-entered the house from the backdoor, leaving your buddy in the backyard. Noticing Fingon muttering to himself, you paused from entering the guest toilet and walked over to inquire.

“Hey,” you sang and tapped his shoulder. “You okay? Noticed you’re looking sad?”

Feeling your hand on his shoulder, he melted under your touch and swivelled around to face you with a nonchalant expression while he was dying on the inside. Eyes shortly roaming your figure, he took an up-close image of your attire and ground his teeth. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

His left eye twitched.

Stifling a burst of laughter behind your hand, you tilted your head and teased—wasn’t a smart move on your end. “You haven’t spoken a word to me since you came over and I missed you. This isn’t because I brought my friend over?”

Fingon stifled his laughter—attempted to which came out like a scoff followed by a dark chuckle. He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue before slowly biting his lower lip. “Now where’s the humour in that? What’s so funny about missing me when you invited your little friend out there to keep you company? You shouldn’t keep him waiting too long; he’s probably getting lonely.”

His inability to hide his jealousy while denying it was adorable the longer he pouted and hunched over the counter contemplating. It urged you to step closer and wrap your arms around his waist, moulding your body against his. “You’re jelly Finno. I told you, he’s just a friend. Only a friend.”

But Fingon knew otherwise, for in your friend’s mind, he considered you more than what you did. And much to his annoyance, Fingon was beginning to lose his patience from the way you were pressing against him, driving him insane with your sweet fragrance. Breaking the restraints, his hands found themselves cupping your neck and tilting your head upwards to meet his lips brushing against yours. He smirked at your sharp intake of breath.

“Jealous,” he purred. “If he’s just your friend, then you wouldn’t mind if I staked my claim right here and now?”

“We can’t do that right now Fingon.” You were trembling in his hold the more his lips brushed against yours.

“Oh no sweetheart, that’s for tonight when I have all the time in the world. For now, a little kiss,” he breathed raspy as his lips trailed past your lips, along your jaw and to the junction of your neck and shoulder. “Right here, where you can show it off for me, hm.”

Indeed his definition of a little kiss was a few scattered hickeys on either side of your neck for your friend to receive the message.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Angrod

He wants nothing more than to toss your friend out the front door by his collar like a javelin without hesitation. His anger is seething the longer he stands beside your brother being introduced like he’s a side character all of a sudden.

It’s worse when your brother shows clear signs of knowing about your friendship with your guy friend for some time. Angrod’s eyes are twitching, and he’s irritated that you would even consider another boy to be your friend when he existed.

Were his frequent visitations not enough to get it into your head that you were together? The entire time he’s in the house, his eyes are locked on your little friend, gaging his every move to ensure they don’t cross a line.

And the only line your friend managed to cross was the way his eyes would lock onto your figure as you moved around the house. Was the need for looking like some love-sick puppy necessary?

“I don’t like the way you’re looking at her?” Angrod grumbled as he sat on the stool on the other side of the island while his opponent sad on the opposite side returning a challenging smirk. “It’s quite disrespectful since she considers you a friend, don’t you think?”

“Says who, you? Jealous of a little competition? Afraid that I’ll win her heart with my charm and good looks?” your friend sneered and folded his arms to appear larger. He was lucky that you weren’t present in the kitchen as he and Angrod had their exchange.

“Someone who looks and is built like the Shoebill stork shouldn’t be boasting so loudly. I would humble myself if I were you,” countered Angrod with a triumphant smug while darting his eyes at the staircase to look out for your return. He’d hate to be caught arguing for your attention like some jealous child—he hated engaging in the act currently as they argued.

Feeling insulted, your friend cleared his throat and released a sarcastic laugh. He wanted to return an insult concerning Angrod’s looks, but the blonde was indeed too handsome to bring down. Instead, he changed the topic of insult to another. “Going for my looks is a bit low, don’t you think? At least I’m not the one parading around as Y/N’s fake boyfriend; hate to say it, but that’s all you’ll ever be.”

“Funny that as Y/N’s fake boyfriend, I get to be in her room every night and anytime I visit instead of being limited to the kitchen…” Hitting the roof of his mouth with his tongue, he threw a wink at his stunned opponent whose jaw visibly clenched at hearing the disadvantage he faced. There was no way for him to overcome this defeat; indeed he had lost the game. “As her fake boyfriend, I get to know her inside-out, and more. What do you know?”

“I–…I…”

“Nothing. So consider this a respectful warning. The next time she calls you over, don’t. Your intentions don’t match hers and mine.”

Before your friend could respond, your footsteps echoed in the distance as your feet came thumping down the staircase and bounding into the kitchen. The first person you walked past and greeted was Angrod with a blink and smile before turning to sharply raise your brows at your friend and heading into the fridge, unaware of the tense exchange they both had.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Egalmoth

The fact that you thought for a second that after all the ramping around the sheets you and Egalmoth did and STILL thought it wise to bring a male friend over was you setting yourself up for some punishment.

Egalmoth wasn’t going to let this go…until he assessed the situation and decided the outcome was justifiably enough to his liking. This included the entire build-up process of eyeing your friend down and turning his visit into 21 questions.

If you were going to bring someone over, at least pick someone worth being in your presence to make the repercussions lessen. Instead, you picked someone who couldn’t hold a candle to your flame and then dared to state to Egalmoth’s face that he was interested in you.

Egalmoth was ready to get this over with and done. He wanted this BOY out of your house and never to set foot inside here again while ensuring that this incident never happened again…with anyone else.

“El, what are doing?” you barked out in a muffled voice as his hand clamped over your mouth. His face was inches apart from yours as he managed to fit his body into the cramped spacing of your guest toilet, not too far from the living room. Despite the dim light, you were able to notice the wicked gleam in his eyes as he towered over you.

“Shush, princess. Have no fear; I’m only doing what I’m supposed to: ensuring what belongs to me carries a signature.” He grinned wickedly as his hand slid off your mouth to wrap around the front of your throat and applied a small amount of pressure to the sides to prompt your eyes to roll into your head. A small whimper escaped, causing him to bite his lip. “Do you think your friend would mind I helped his eyes to stop roaming?”

The only response was a soft whine as he applied more pressure while nibbling on your lower lip. It didn’t take him long to turn his nibbles into slow kisses, leaving you breathless. He left no room for your body to pull away as he engaged in the sinful act in the privacy of your guest toilet. All your moans were gobbled up by him—a courtesy he was kind to pay—however he didn’t spare his mouth travelling lower to place hickeys down your neck, biting and sucking your skin as though it were nectar.

“E–…El, we’ll get caught…”

“Even better.”

Much to your fear and his satisfaction, in the middle of his hands travelling further to cup your ass while his mouth was busy on your clavicle, a knock on the door and your name went off. “Y/N, is everything alright? You’ve been in there for a while now.”

Suddenly, you heard Egalmoth’s voice rippling by your ear. “Go on…answer him or I will.”

The fear that resonated from deep within made you blurt out a rapid, shaky reply. “Y-Yeah, I’m f-fine. A little stomach, ah…problems.”

He hesitated to reply on the other end, finding your responses suspicious, however, he nodded his head and returned to the living room to wait for you.

“That wasn’t so hard was it, love? Now let’s see how many marks I can leave on you in five minutes.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Beleg

He’s confused because as much as he’s sleeping around with you; you are welcome to have friends of the opposite sex. However, it’s the proximity of the interactions that’s been bothering him since he was introduced.

Even a glance he made in your direction, there was a little guy friend who was, too close and with his arm wrapped around your waist. Beleg needed to check his eyes and perform a double take for that one. Your friend had Beleg plotting if removing someone’s hand was acceptable in instances like this because he needed it to be.

The rest of the night Beleg had vanished out of sight, cooling himself off with a walk in the dew because, for the first time, he was unsure about his self-control. He really liked you but didn’t want to ruin anything by confronting your friend.

It’s only when he returned during the early hours of the morning, that he realised that his cooling off was pointless since your friend was still present in the house.

“Why are you still here?” Beleg’s voice rang out clearly with a hint of displeasure as he eyed your friend up and down, scrutinising him harshly. “The celebration’s over, you should be at home.”

“Ah, about that. Y/N asked me to spend the night.”

Beleg believed that murder was the appropriate answer to this issue and not removing a limb. His eye twitched at the audacious remark which prompted a series of rises and falls of the corners of his lips. He had enough time to commit the crime and clean up the scene before anyone woke up. That seemed like the most suitable plan.

“Y/N asked you to spend the night? Doesn’t sound like the Y/N I know,” Beleg replied and took a few steps into the living room to remove his jacket. From the new angle, his forest eyes were shining brightly with thirst and eagerness. “Sounds to me like you invited yourself here when you should be at home. Would you like me to take you home?”

“Relax man,” your friend surrendered, laughing with his hands raised. “I don’t mean any harm.”

“Of course you don’t. You’re entirely harmless because your arms around her waist all night weren’t enough for me to know your intentions.” Walking into the kitchen to grab a can of Sprite from the top shelf, he popped the lid off and took a deep swig while boring holes into his challenger’s caught expression. If it was one thing you couldn’t Beleg with, it was knowing when someone was interested in another person: he knew the body language all too well.

Crossing his arms and legs as he leaned against the counter, your friend whispered ‘touché’ before he attempted to stand his ground once more. “If it bothers you this much, then why haven’t you made any move on her yet instead of leaving her available for people like me to have a chance?”

The urge to throw up at the assumption was vividly expressed on Beleg’s visage the longer he stared. With the can of Sprite already discarded in the bin, Beleg grew tired of maintaining the unnecessary weight of the conversation and chose to silently walk out of the kitchen with a small ‘good night’, making a turn for the staircase.

“Where are you going?”

“To sleep, what else.”

“I know, but shouldn’t you be sleeping down here since they don’t have any rooms to offer?”

Beleg chuckled, shaking his head with a victorious triumphant grin. “That only applies to you. I get invited to sleep in Y/N’s room whenever I’m here by Y/N. Good night.”

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