A grin spreads on Finrod’s lips. “I am thinking about it, then I remember your haru Mahtan, and his great red beard.”
“Oh?” Maedhros’s eyebrows shoot up curiously.
Finrod’s grin grows. “He sprouted his beard young, didn’t he? And you are nearing your third millennium of life, in the reckoning of the Sun and Moon.”
Maedhros begins to understand the joke. The beginnings of a frown scrunches his brow.
A peal of delighted laughter escapes Finrod. “You too will sprout a great red beard like Mahtan, I expect. Ai, how ugly! I will have to shave you myself!”
An outraged little mumble from Maedhros. He gently elbows Finrod. “Ai, stop! How dare you. Or have you forgotten that Ingwë’s father who got left behind in Cuiviénen also had a great golden beard? Haru Finwë told us stories. A great golden bush, he said. So, you aren’t safe! Silence, you!”
Finrod keeps laughing. It is the laughter he reserves for family and other intimate friends: ugly and snorting, like a pig. So unlike him at all. Or at least the facade he shows to the world.
время хэдов! потом, после тангородрима, его с первого раза смогли узнать лишь единицы, потому что светлого юношы с огненными волосами больше не было. был измученный эльда с проседью в коротких и ломких волосах, с множеством шрамов. с глазами мертвеца, которые, однако, горели белым пламенем, сжигающим всё и всех. больше не было майтимо, остался только маэдрос
Clematis: Purple Clematis symbolizes intelligence and resilience. If you receive purple clematis, your admirer holds you in high regard. Clematis is also a prideful flower, as well as the color purple which is a royal, prideful, color.
I think Maedhros had a very conflicting relationship with his status. He was born as the second heir to the throne after his father, and when he finally got it, he´s taken hostage, then when he was rescued, he gave it over to his uncle. Most of his time as king was spent as a prisoner of war. The whole idea that he was raised to be a king and then when he gets it it´s taken from him and he has to learn to be a war lord instead, not a war king, but a lord. Then he chooses to go to Himring and in a way starts acting like a king, The Union of Maedhros most noticeable, or at least a high prince, and I don´t doubt that most of Feanor´s followers see him as their king till the end of the first age.
"Maedhros did deeds of surpassing valour, and the Orcs fled before his face; for since his torment upon Thangorodrim his spirit burned like a white fire within, and he was as one that returns from the dead."
resentfully throwing this ginger mass murderer into the tumblr void because i've been trying to get his eyes right for weeks to no avail and now he's been bumped down to my second favourite character accordingly.
I decided on the theme of “coping”. Here is Maedhros with Maglor near the end of his days. His best form of coping is being with his brother of course. Just two sad lonely bois doing their best to stay strong for each other.
Skills and personal style evolve - sometimes I'm still charmed by my old works, but other times I can definitely notice improvements. I actually have both reactions while watching this (terrible) video about the #Feanorions from 10 or so years ago, and the ones I painted in the past few weeks.
I don't know how to explain, but the new versions feel more... "real" to me (especially #Ambarussa , for some reason)
Anyway, this is a reminder to myself that I can get better - and I thought it would be fun to show the "before" and "now " <;