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anattmar · 6 months
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[Welcome to the soldier side,
Where there's no one here but me]
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overlord-of-fantasy · 22 days
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Mr. Snuffles plotts a murder
Maedhros: Come on, you need to go to bed. Elros, holding his stuffed bunny: Mr. Snuffles says that I can stay up as long as I want. And that you need to die! Maedhros: … Maglor, in the background: What the hell, Mr. Snuffles—
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thelien-art · 7 months
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Rína
Ar i lúmë, sérinqua lairë, hye rianna bime i nostale, ana i tuluvanye -o a sinya randa, isse san n- mal a hwesta man onlime voro westa astar cilmë me an i nostale lairë
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Lillies: Purity, love, and grief
Lavender: Serenity, grace, and calmness
Forget me not: Respekt, royalty, and hope
Crowned
And on that moment, a peaceful summer, he was crowned by the kind, to the coming of a new age, where he would be but a breeze who only ever knelt willingly for the kind summer
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grey-gazania-fic · 9 months
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Hands
Maedhros, Elrond, and Elros. Rated G.
"You're really going to teach us to fight?" Elros asked, eyeing the practice swords that lay on the ground near Maedhros' feet. They were wooden and sized for the boys, and now he knew what Taraharn had been so busy with for the past few days.
Maedhros nodded. He was dressed in a simple tunic and breeches, his long hair pulled back from his face, and he was leaning on a wooden sword of his own, this one much longer, more suited to his great height. "You're old enough to learn," he said, "and I would have you able to defend yourselves. The wilds are a dangerous place. You know that."
"Aren't you afraid that we'll kill you someday?" Elros said. Elrond shot him a disapproving look, but Elros ignored him; he had always been more blunt than his brother, and he had no qualms about bringing up the truth of how they had come to live with the Sons of Fëanor.
"I do not fear death, Elros," Maedhros said. It was a sentiment Maglor had voiced before, but unlike Maglor, when Maedhros said it he spoke the truth. "Besides, I believe you have more sense than to try. It would do you no good."
Elros had to concede the point. Even if Maedhros and Maglor refused to defend themselves from the boys — and that alone was a big if — there were certainly people among their followers who would not hesitate to avenge their lords. "That's true," he admitted.
Elrond rolled his eyes. "I don't feel like killing anybody except Orcs," he said. "Let's stop talking and get started."
That got a half-smile from Maedhros. "Take up a sword," he instructed. "It doesn't matter which; they're identical in all the ways that matter."
Elros and Elrond looked at each other, shrugged in unison, and each picked up the sword closest to them.
"These are meant to be used with one hand. Maglor will teach you the two-handed method, for obvious reasons," Maedhros said dryly. "Now, hold it like this, but in your right hand. We'll start with your dominant arm." He demonstrated with his own sword, and the boys copied him. "Good," he told Elrond as he examined his grip.
Elros received no praise. Instead, Maedhros handed his sword to Elrond, saying, "Hold this." Then he took Elros' hand in his own, adjusting the position of the boy's fingers. "You want your thumb here," he said. "It minimizes the risk of injury to your hand if you block a blow close to the cross-guard."
Elros nodded, but his mind wasn't on Maedhros' words. Instead it was fixed on the calloused, scarred hand wrapped around his own — a hand that was celebrated in song for its owner's deeds in the Dagor Bragollach, but also a hand that had slaughtered his mother's people twice over. Was it irony that this hand would be the one that taught him and Elrond to fight, or was it simply misfortune?
He didn't know, and he was snapped out of his reverie by Elrond elbowing him in the ribs.
"Elros," Maedhros was saying, "are you listening to me?"
"I'm sorry," he said, looking up. For a moment he thought he saw the dreaded Kinslayer standing before him, but he blinked and the man became simply Maedhros again, tired-eyed but patient. "I was just— I was thinking," he tried to explain.
"Thinking is good, but try to keep your thoughts focused on the present," Maedhros said. "Otherwise there is no point to these lessons." He took his sword back from Elrond and held it upright in front of him. "Now, copy me."
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Maglor warping the fabric of reality to shapeshift so that he can frolic in the waves and soar through the air with his eldritch shapeshifting adopted sons.
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anna-dreamer · 4 months
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I had a night thought, i've never realised before, with all the dark parallels between Elwing's and Maedhros' fall, that Elrond and Elros potentially had two suicidal parent figures at different moments in time. It's just... For Elrond and Elros to lose two people who played such a huge and heavy and bitter and complicated part in their upbringing, to suicide. It's bad enough to be abandoned by their mother and then to be kidnapped by her pursuers, adopted and raised by them - only to be abandoned by them too. But to have this dreadful lingering impression that their guardians consciously chose death over them. It doesn't matter how true it actually is, it must be devastating anyway.
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aureentuluva70 · 8 months
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There are only three characters(that I know of anyway) who Tolkien wrote of as wearing circlets:
Mahtan, Maedhros, and Elrond.
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aroace-moron · 10 months
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Have the one bit of a WIP i actually like. We can act like this is a oneshot, right?
Kidnap family, now with orcs! TW for offscreen violence, very brief mentions of blood and also Elrond and Elros being traumatized. Have fun.
Elros is scared, shutting his eyes tight as he clings to his brother, who is covering his ears against the clang of metal somewhere underneath them. The orcs came without warning, and Maedhros had somehow shoved both of the twins into a tree in one fluid movement before grabbing his sword and joining his brother.
Where he has touched Elrond, his skin burns.
He holds Elros as tightly as he can, wishing for someone, anyone else, to cover his ears as well.
A roar makes both of them flinch violently, but it is cut off abruptly by an impact and a horrible squelching sound. Something gasps blubbery, before fading away.
The Feanorians leave them alone for long enough that Elrond begins to wonder if perhaps they have forgotten about them. Or if they are – he dares not finish the thought.
He hugs his brother, until slow, heavy footsteps nearing make him open his eyes and stare through the leaves.
Maedhros. He seems exhausted, coming to a stop in front of their tree and staring at them with low sunken eyes.
"Get down here." His voice has momentarily lost its edge. Elrond can't help but notice how strangely old he looks, for an elf. He stares at him with wide eyes.
Maedhros raises his hand as if to offer it to them, but stops halfway through, grimacing in pain. There is something black smeared over his knuckles.
"I don't have time for this," he growls, sends them one last glare, turns and leaves. Elrond gapes after him.
He taps Elros' shoulder, and opens his mouth to say something. He closes it again. Opens it. No words come out, his voice is stuck deep in his throat.
Elros finally lifts his head to look at him with wide fearful eyes. He doesn't speak, either. Elrond wonders if he has the same issue. They hold each other tighter.
Suddenly, Maedhros appears again, supporting a stumbling Maglor with his right arm and gripping his sword with his hand. His brother does not look well. He is gripping his side. Blood spills past his fingers.
The sight of the two brothers makes Elrond simultaneously gasp in relief and in resignation. They could not have found their way out the forests without them regardless. If they want to escape, they will have to wait until they meet other elves again.
"Nelyo," Maglor groans as Maedhros carefully sets him down against the tree. "Nelyo, the children –"
"Above you." Maedhros sets down the bag they store their belongings in and grimaces. Turning to them, he says, "Will you come down now?"
Elrond doesn't say anything. Elros hides his face again.
The man stares at them for a long moment before sitting down and rummaging through the bag.
"Suppose we'll just stay here then," he grumbles. "Out in the open, more orcs around, just waiting for us to fall a–"
Maglor touches his arm and shakes his head mutely. Maedhros sighs.
"You're right," he says. "I am sorry."
Elrond watches as Maedhros slowly bandages a bad looking cut on Maglor's side. It seems difficult, with just the one hand, but Maedhros doesn't complain. Elrond can't help but wonder how he lost it. A battle, most likely, and he shudders at the mental image the thought gives him. Maedhros, soaked in blood all over, a terrifying beast who fights on even after his hand is sliced off by a nebulous monster.
He shakes his head. Looking down at Maedhros, bowed over his brother and grumbling softly whenever he gasps in pain, it is difficult to imagine him in that way. This elf does not seem like someone who would enjoy bloodshed. He seems… tired.
Night has fallen upon them when he finally gathers the courage to ask for help. He has been trying to find a safe path down the tree for at least an hour, but he can't. It's too smooth, too high up. They must be at least two meters above the ground.
He grips the acorn tightly and prays this won't anger Maedhros. He can't remember enough about the Valar to figure out which would be responsible for the case of someone throwing an acorn at their kidnapper, hoping to get their attention, so he prays to Yavanna instead. It seems fitting, he thinks. Given all the trees.
Maedhros is not asleep. He sits leaned against the tree trunk, an arm wrapped around his brother's shoulders, holding him tight. He flinches when the acorn hits his head but doesn't seem angry when he looks up.
Elrond's shoulders sag in relief. He taps the tree. Maedhros raises his brows. "Ready?" He asks, his voice softer than Elrond has heard before. Elros presses himself against his side and nods.
Maedhros lets go of his brother, who groans in his sleep, and stands up. He grimaces again, and Elrond wonders once more if he is hurt. He didn't see him bandage himself anywhere.
"Alright," he says, offering them his arms, though he doesn't lift them high, especially not the right one. Elrond hesitantly reaches for him, but the Feanorian shakes his head.
"Feet first. Hold onto the tree, I will help you down."
It takes the children a long time to get down, but Maedhros does not seem upset with them over it. In fact, he seems calmer than usual.
"There are better ways to get my attention than to throw acorns," he says, almost conversationally, and glances at them as he searches for their blanket. "You could talk, for example."
The twins stare at him mutely, and he sighs.
"Come on." He lifts his left arm. The right one is around Maglor's shoulders again, who leans against his side like he is trying to melt into him. "Time to sleep. It's been a long day."
They settle against him, hesitantly, and he covers them additionally to the thin blanket with a piece of his cloak as they huddle closer. Maedhros feels warmer than any other elf they have ever met, somehow, and he has not lit a fire.
It is quiet for a while, and Elrond has just started to nod off when Maedhros suddenly speaks again.
"You don't even have to say anything." It's little more than a whisper, like he doesn't really want them to hear. "You can shout or hum or whistle. Just give me a sign, show me that we didn't –" There is something unfamiliar in his voice. If Elrond didn't know any better, he would think the older one was scared.
But that does not make sense. Why should this strong ellon, who could push them into a tree without even having to think about it, and who Elrond knows has killed far more than the few orcs today, be scared of two silent children?
He breathes slowly, pretending to be asleep. Elros might be, he thinks. His twin has stopped shaking for the first time in hours.
"I am sorry," Maedhros whispers, and Elrond barely manages to stop himself from starting. "I am so sorry we did this to you."
He pulls them closer, and Elrond can't help but notice the tremble in his scarred hand as Maedhros runs his fingers through Elros' hair.
It seems like an old gesture, somehow. Like he has almost forgotten it, and now it feels strange and familiar all the same. A shudder goes through him as he plays with Elros' hair.
Elrond does not fall asleep for a long time.
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grey-gazania · 7 months
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Not-Six Sentence Not-Sunday
tagged by the wonderful and talented @emyn-arnens! Here's a snippet from a future chapter of And They Looked Up and Saw a Star (rated PG):
Now that he was warm and safe, Elrond couldn’t help thinking about how reckless he had been, and he soon began to cry.
“Shh,” Maedhros said, but Elrond shook his head and buried his face in Maedhros’ shirt.
“It’s my fault,” he hiccupped. “We weren’t really trying to run away. We only wanted to scare Maglor. But I was the one who said we should keep going even after the snow started. Then I fell and Elros wouldn’t leave me and-- and he almost died and it’s all my fault.”
“You’ve been very foolish,” Maedhros agreed quietly, “and you frightened us all badly. It was lucky that Galwen picked up your tracks. But we found you, and you’re safe, and you’ve done your brother no lasting harm. We’ll go home in the morning, and Melloth will see to your ankle, and maybe in the future you boys will think a little more before you act.”
“It was my idea,” Elrond mumbled. “You should punish me, not Elros.”
Maedhros continued to stroke his hair. “Will you run out into a blizzard again?” he asked.
Elrond shook his head.
“Then I don’t think there’s any need to punish you,” Maedhros said.
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soothingmoonlight · 1 year
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It melts my heart that in the Bulgarian version of “The Silmarillion” the sentence
“For Maglor took pity upon Elros and Elrond, and he cherished them, and love grew after between them, as little might be thought;”
is translated as follows:
“Маглор съжалил Елронд и Елрос и бащински се погрижил за тях, а след време помежду им се зародила неподозирано силна обич;“
The direct translation of the sentence from the Bulgarian version to English would be:
“Maglor took pity upon Elrond and Elros and took care of them as a father would/took care of them in a fatherly way, and after awhile an unexpectedly strong love grew between them;”
It is just so heartwarming to know that the guy who translated The Silmarillion to Bulgarian thought that the best way to convey what Tolkien meant was by including the word father/fatherly (баща [bashta]/бащински [bashtinski]).
He probably read that one sentence and thought “Yep, that dude definitely adopted these two boys.”
Also, it is worth pointing out that the Bulgarian words “обич [obich]” and “любов [lyubov]“ both can mean love. However, “любов [lyubov]“ is used for sexual/romantic relationships while  “обич [obich]” is used for platonic relationships. When you talk about love between friends, siblings, parent and child you definitely want to use the word  “обич [obich]” otherwise things can get really weird. When talking about the love between Maglor, Elrond and Elros, the translator used the word “обич [obich]” .
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eunoiaastralwings · 2 years
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Elrond reuniting with his foster dad Maedhros:
Elrond would enter Mandos with one thing in mind — to find the feared, but loved tall red haired Feanorian he loved dearly and viewed as a father!
He would be panicking not able to find him — plead and annoy Namo until he said the whereabouts of Maedhros.
When Namo the poor underappreciated and overworked bastard has no other choice — brings Elrond to Maedhros.
Mae's back would be to him— his mind lost in the past and would not hear Elrond.
Namo quietly leaves in respect — and Elrond quietly makes his way over to Mae.
He would slowly walk around and appear in front of the fallen crown prince.
Seeing that Mae still hasn't seen him — Elrond would reach his hands forward and cup the red haired soft baby giant's ellon's face — just like he did so many times when he was a little elfling — hoping to comfort his depressed father.
Mae would be shocked— and suddenly look up to lock his eyes with Elrond.
The touch familiar and warm to him— and it alone brings tears to his eyes and looking to warm chocolate brown eyes — for a moment he sees Elrond — his Elrond, the little elfling that climbed on his back or clung onto his leg or showered him with affections and remembers Elrond was inspired to became a healer through him — because he wanted to help him — cure a small part of Mae if he could.
"Elrond. . ."
Mae's voice would be soft and unbelieving — his eyes slowly widening.
"Ada!"
Elrond would cry out and wrap his arms tightly around the Feanorian and hug him tightly.
"I missed you so much, Ada. . ."
Elrond would breakdown in his arms — finally feeling at home — like he could breathe again — all heavy burdens lifted off his shoulders and he could just be his Ada's child again.
Mae being shocked Elrond called him 'Ada' — would take some time to hug back.
"My son. . ."
He whispers back— holding him tightly and patting his back — like he did so many times a long time ago to help the elfling fall asleep.
"You have been here for too long! — Am taking you back!"
Elrond would demand through his tears.
"My punishment isn't over, Elrond."
Mae's sighs.
"Yes— it is! You're prolonging it because of your guilt — well am taking you back! I won't let you be lonely here again — am taking you home and I have every right to do that!"
After a long moment — Mae ponders on it while stroking Elrond's hair.
"So be it, my son. . ."
He finally agrees.
Elrond pulls away a little bit and pet's the mighty first prince of Feanor— his Ada's head affectionately again.
Mae's tears fall — not having felt anything so warm and affectionate in so long and Elrond would wipe those tears away.
Enter Namo with a victory dance — now all the Feanorians are no longer his problem
YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME THAT THIS GIF ISN'T THEM! — THIS IS THEM! LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME AM WRONG 👁👁
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Look ^^^
It was not me — blame my friend @aeonianarchives — they asked for it @i-did-not-mean-to @doodle-pops @spidergirla5 @mslizziesblog
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aeonianarchives · 2 years
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Incorrect Middle Earth Quotes 96
Maglor: Are we really going to let Elrond keep Lindir? Maedhros: We kept Elrond and Elros.
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poetiicdissonance · 2 years
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So I love fluffy kidnap dad!Maedhros as much as the next person, I really really do buuuut sometimes you stumble into things that say “I give you feels, not happy ones, but ones nonetheless”.
Today’s song: Never Love an Anchor by the Crane Waves, like look at this!
“There are times where I still wonder about you You are someone I have loved but never known And you'll never see the reasons I had For keeping my claws away when they were close enough to hurt you
I am selfish I am broken I am cruel I am all the things the might have said to you Do you ever think of me and my two hands And wondered why They never soothed your fevers And wondered why They never tied your shoes And wondered why They never held you gently”
Maedhros who looks at the twins and sees Fingon, beloved and dead, who sees his brothers, dead under his leadership, who sees the twins and thinks about the life they should have had. Maedhros who looks at himself and sees only the bad things that are left after all the good has been taken away.
It isn’t that he doesn’t love the twins, it’s that he doesn’t think that he can. So he lets Maglor care for them, sing them lullabies. He keeps the spiders and the orcs away from Amon Ereb, and its the closest thing he can get to saying it. 
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bigcatmairon · 2 years
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Elros Tar-Minyatur
The twin brother of Elrond Peredhel, son of Elwing and Earendil and the first King of Numenor
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I really overthinked if I would post this because I was a little insecure about this drawing and had a life crisis while drawing it🥴😬 but i am proud of it , so here is my version of elros
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grey-gazania-fic · 8 months
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Ill News
Early in the Second Age, a follower of the Sons of Fëanor brings Elrond some ill news. Rated G.
Elrond opened the door to his chambers with nothing but bed on his mind; it had been a long day and he was ready for a good night’s sleep. He lit the lamp that he kept on the table nearest the door, eased off his shoes – and nearly jumped out of his skin when a cloaked, hooded figure stepped into the pool of light. A cry rose in his throat, but was quickly strangled when the stranger dropped her hood and he recognized the heavy brows, single-lidded eyes, and round face of—
“ Galwen? ” he hissed. “What are you doing here? Have you gone insane? Do you have any idea how much trouble you’ll be in if you’re caught?”
He hadn’t seen Galwen in some two hundred years, not since the day he and his brother had bade farewell to Amon Ereb and its inhabitants for good. She hadn’t been part of the party that had brought them to Balar, nor had she been among the Kinslayers who had repented after the War of Wrath and submitted themselves for judgement.
Knowing Galwen, she’d probably felt that the Valar had no right to judge her.
But here and now she was a Kinslayer and a fugitive, sneaking not only into the High King’s palace, but into the rooms of the High King’s heir presumptive. If anyone but Elrond had found her, she might have been taken for an assassin.
No one saw me, Galwen signed. Where is Elros? I need to talk to you both.
Elrond stared at her for a moment, a lump forming in his throat. Was it possible that she didn’t know? Was it possible that she hadn’t heard of Elros’ fate, hadn’t heard how Elrond had been sundered from his twin?
“Let me light the fire,” he said, his voice scratching in his throat. “Then we can talk. There’s water in the pitcher in my bedroom, if you’re thirsty. Are you hungry? I can call for some food. If you hide in the other room, you won’t be seen.”
It was easier to focus on the practicalities than it was to think about his brother, and now that he’d gotten a better look at Galwen, he could see how worn she looked. Her clothes were patched and stained, her eyes were shadowed, and she was rather thinner than she’d been when they’d said their last goodbyes.
But Galwen declined the offer with a shake of her head, took the flint and steel from his hands, and lit the fire that had been laid in the grate herself. Where is Elros? she asked again.
Elrond swallowed, and when he spoke, his voice came out in a hoarse croak. “He’s not here,” he said. “He–”
He what? There was naked worry on Galwen’s face now, and she asked, Elrond, is he hurt?
“No,” Elrond said, shaking his head. “He’s well, the last I heard from him. He just– But I can’t believe you haven’t heard. Where have you been, Galwen?”
Wandering, she said. Hunting.
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ghost-bxrd · 1 month
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Prompt:
After some very eventful weeks of Jason’s debut as the Red Hood he takes a well deserved night off and decides to crash in one of his safe houses.
He did not count on one of the Bats finding him there.
So to keep his plans from being torpedoed entirely Jason goes with the split second decision of pretending he was held captive by the Red Hood.
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