#himring

[outofangband]

This post Angband board is one of my very favorite visual Maedhros pieces I’ve done and for the past two years I've posted an edited and revise version!

Maedhros in Angband is perhaps my favorite Maedhros but brutal, ruthless and traumatized warlord Maedhros in Himring is such a close second. In addition to the weight of the oath, I'm obsessed with quest for revenge; ruthless, coordinated, and at times contained by the wisdom of his councilors or even kin but it is never impersonal

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Visual notes: -for anyone worried the photo of the scars is from makeup artist Kristyan Mallett -I’ve talked and thought a lot about snow leopards as symbols and guardians of Himring; beautiful but heavily guarded and deadly. More in the himring tag! -Look I know the bottles are cliched in boards but I like that one for the corrosive word more than regret plus it fit the color scheme

#the silmarillion #maedhros #himring #post angband #silmedit #silmedits #edits #cw scars #cw injuries

[leucisticpuffin]

@maedhrosmaglorweek, Day 7: Storytelling

Maglor sings, and the ruins of Tol Himling come to life.

I'm actually really proud of all the art I've made for Maedhros & Maglor Week (and I have so many new fics saved open to read)! Thanks to the mods for hosting this :-)

#maedhrosmaglorweek #maglor #maedhros #(he may not be physically there but himring holds his memory so strongly it barely matters) #himring #tol himling #silm art #silmarillion art #silmarillion fanart #tolkien fanart

[mandhos]

#Maedhros #russandol #maitimo #silmarillion #himring

[thesummerestsolstice]

Beleriand is gone and Tol Himling remains. No one lives there, few dare to venture close. Even years later, the fortress feels like bitter grief and pained endurance.

The remaining Noldor– and there aren't many of them by the Second Age– start sailing there. It's not far from the shore; an easy enough journey, even for someone with little seafaring experience.

One day, someone– no one is sure who– takes one of the broken pieces of Himling's walls, carves Maedhros's name into it, and sets it as a tombstone. After that, more graves appear, slowly at first, then more quickly. Old battle-songs and tributes to the dead are carved and painted into the walls. Soon, the meadow around the old fortress is full of memorials, some made from the ruins, others lovingly crafted and brought from the mainland. For all the Noldor fought amongst themselves in the First Age, now their headstoens stand together. In the cemetery, the House of Finwe is united in death as it never was in life. Graves for Feanor and Fingolfin sit side-by-side in a sorrowful peace neither lived to see.

Himring stood on an icy mountaintop where the snow never melted, but Tol Himling does not. One spring the barren meadow blooms, red poppies and blue forget-me-nots. It flowers every year after, new hues and blossoms appearing annurally until the graves are surrounded by a colorful sea of flowers.

Not many Noldor choose to sail west– most that go back to Valinor go in death– but those that do leave tokens on Himling before they leave, broken weapons and battered armor. Maybe they do it to leave something with the dead who may never return from Mandos. Maybe they do it because like the dead, their fight in Middle-Earth has ended.

Men who sail by the island– always by, never to– are very sure that there are ghosts there. To them, the place seems strange and misted, and every figure there looks like a shade. They speak of a golden-haired warrior who spends hours talking to some of the graves, a king who dutifully cares for the tombstones, wiping away dust and moss, the strange dark-haired figure who comes every year to sow wildflower seeds. But those aren't the spirits of the Noldor dead. Only those who would remember them.

#silmarillion #tol himling #himring #noldor #silm headcanons #maedhros #(implied) #elrond #elrond peredhel #galadriel #gil galad #silm meta #elvish mourning rites #I have a lot of feelings about Himling #It's still there #It's still there after everything #And so are the Noldor

[fingolfinwiththesteelchair]

it was very sexy of maedhros to hold himring through nearly all the wars of the first age. And after the war of wrath left all the western lands flooded, it was very sexy of himring to be the last thing standing, forsaken for centuries

#you KNOW that place is haunted as hell #if not by ghosts then by conviction #maedhros #himring #silmarillion

[nothinghereisworking]

Sulking In A Winter Hinterland

Oh the weather outside is frightful And I'm feeling rather spiteful Staring north at our foe Full of woe, full of woe, full of woe

#himring #maedhros #tolkien fanart #bad paint art #artist: cuarthol #filk #season's greetings

[warthoong]

thinking about Himring weather again, because why not, Himring is my blorbo among castles and also my roman empire.

current thought goes like this: Maedhros is a hella dramatic bitch who sees a few snowflakes and proclaims it winter, also who named a castle "The Ever-Cold" when one morning his poor bones had demanded him to wear a cloak.

because. between Himring and Angband there are fields, the Ard-galen. where horses happily lived. where people were farming. Himring is literally to the south of these lands. Ever-Cold my ass.

actually my other thought is that Maedhros built Himring while still not fully recovered after Angband so his nervous system wasn't working right and he felt himself cold all the time and people around him were like "sure, Himring, ofc, let's get you to bed my lord"

#tolkien #the silmarillion #himring #maedhros

[youareunbearable]

I like to think that Himring has some elf magic on it, or at least prime Noldor construction that allows it to keep standing

Imagine if it did keep standing well into the third age? That you could look across the sea and see the little island with that strange elven fortress on it? Many Men, Elves, and Dwarves alike have sailed to its shores and tried to open its gates, but just like the Doors of Durin, they're sealed shut. Nothing anyone does can open them, and there is no way in either. The walls are unscalable, no grapples will ever find anything to catch onto, and ladders will sway and fall under the strong sea winds. Tunneling under the walls gets one no where either, for if they dig deep they either keep meeting rock, or find water.

This is Himring, the fortress built with the desire to withstand anything a Vala could throw at it, outlast any siege. It was constructed with powerful intent, to be the strong hold and last safety net an eldest brother could use to protect his siblings. Imagine the power a frantic, paranoid, still healing from his torture Maedhros would pour into a place with the mindset of Safety?? Of Protection?? Maedhros would have rituals where every dawn he would walk upon its battlements and talk to himself, talk to Himring, of nothing important, nothing that could be valuable to overhear, but nonetheless the intent of using it for safeguarding, of protection, and providing safety. A ritual of that for over a couple hundred years? Maedhros burns bright with the white flame of life and hes pouring all of that into his fortress. There is a reason Himring is the only thing to survive of Beleriand, it has it's Lord's Will within their foundations.

As far as Himring is concerned, it's still waiting for its Lord to return. It survived the devastation of the War of Wrath that turned the mountains around it to rubble. Its holding against this siege of water surrounding its gates. It will keep holding until its Lord returns, whenever that may be.

#himring #Maedhros #Silmarillion #silm #lotr #she only opens her doors to Maglor who uses her as a home base for a while #the memories become too much so he never stays for long but he comes back every one in a while #he takes elrond there once #and while her interior design is in serious decay shes still beautiful #and maedhros rooms are untouched by time #elrond and maglor spend a day in his rooms reading the letters he kept in his desk and crying about it #he also had little nicknacks of his brothers scattered all over and his wardrobe #has some of Fingon's shirts in them still. perfectly preserved as if they were hung up yesterday

[aotearoa20]

Maedhros Fëanorian Lord of Himring, Warden of the East

#maedhros the tall #maedhros #nelyafinwe #maitimo #himring #moodboard #silmarillion #tolkien

[zealouswerewolfcollector]

#i wish i was the kind of writer who could pull off writing #maedhros/himring

I just had to tell you this is so inspired. I think you could pull it off, but regardless I agree Would Read. Tell us more...? If you wish.

Thanks! I keep putting it in the TRSB suggestions list, but so far nothing :D

If I wrote it, I'd write about Maedhros building Himring and rebuilding himself at the same time. Putting a bit of his defiance, his stubbornness, his will to live into its stones. Building it as a shield and feeling possessive over it like a lover. They are intertwined. The connection is tangible, almost physical. Losing it after the Nirnaeth is akin to losing a limb, which Maedhros is more than familiar with.

Orcs give it a wide berth even after it's conquered because Maedhros's white fire still burns in its stones.

Himring lives even after Beleriand dies. It's derelict, barely a few stones remain from it, but it lives. It preserves the best that Maedhros had, though Maedhros himself loses it and falls into despair.

It's stones glow under the light of the morning star.

#ask #polutrope #maedhros #himring #silmarillion #it's just that beautiful descriptions aren't my strong suit #but this fic would need them

[melestasflight]

Maglor and Daeron play music together in Himring.

An original illustration of a scene from A Secret Chord created by the amazing @navyinks

Commissioned for @polutrope - one of the most thoughtful Slim-writers. Fic snippet below the cut.

I close my eyes and listen for my heartbeat. It is strong but steady. I listen for his breathing and when I hear it like a ripple over water my heart skips. I exhale steadily into the pipe and as my fingers move over the holes I imagine they are his fingers on my arms, trailing down my trunk, my hips, my legs. When I open my eyes to look at him I know he is imagining it, too.

He rests the lyre against his knee and joins its notes to mine. Though we sit apart I can feel the vibration of the strings as heat spreading through me. He raises his voice in song, a hymn of praise, and I can feel the breath of his singing, the movement of his lips all around me. My melody quickens, and his harmony keeps time, becomes richer, more complex, even as my playing turns frenzied, erratic, but he ties my notes together, he makes it into music. A long, piercing vibrato, the rush of a vibrant glissando, and we are falling apart in each other's Song. Sound becomes the touch of calloused fingers around my wrists, the colour of his flush, the sweet taste of his seed, the scent of my desire.

from A Secret Chord

#maglor #daeron #daeron x maglor #daemags #music #himring #dagor bragollach #feanorians #doriath #trans character #a secret chord #navyinks #polutropos #the silmarillion #tolkien #gift art

[leucisticpuffin]

@maedhrosmaglorweek, Day 3: Himring and the Gap

Maglor rides west.

#maedhrosmaglorweek #maglor #himring #maglor's gap #landscape art #silmarillion art #silm art #tolkien art

[wilwarin-wilwa]

something something Himring being cold and harsh something something Helcaraxe being cold and harsh

#fingon #maedhros #silmarillion #tolkien #i think every time the cold got particularly bad in himring maedhros thought of what it mustve been like to cross the helcaraxe #himring #helcaraxe #wilwarin-wilwa.txt

[thesummerestsolstice]

In my post about the strange residents of Rivendell, I mentioned a Feanorian die-hard and an old bodyguard of Thingol. I recently hit a thousand reblogs– which is amazing! So in honor of that, I'm writing their stories out. This is part one, I'll get the rest out over the next couple days.

The Feanorian Die-hard: Hrivossa

Maedhros' right hand at Himring, a dedicated captain with an axe and a burning hatred of Morgoth

Laiquendi former thrall, captured during the First Battle of Beleriand; when the Laiquendi king Denethor was killed

Was refused entry to Doriath after escaping from Angband– at this point, most escaped prisoners were thought to be sleeper agents sent to get information for Morgoth

Wandered for the next few years, mostly alone, occasionally finding Elvish towns that feared her because of the marks of Morgoth's torture and thought her one of his puppets

Ended up stumbling across one of Maedhros's orc hunting parties in the Early First Age, and jumped at the chance to actually fight Morgoth

Maedhros was also one of the only lords willing to help former thralls at that point; he gaze Hrivossa a new home and purpose, fighting alongside him against their shared tormentor

It's not hard to understand why she became so loyal to the Feanorian cause

This is also when she took the Quenya name Hrivossa, "winter wall," because she was as frigid and unbreakable as Himring's walls

(her original Nandor name is mostly for her close friends)

Between Denethor's death and hiding in Doriath with Melian instead of doing anything about Morgoth, Hrivossa absolutely hates Thingol

She's generally a cold person around strangers, but she warms up around her friends, and her wits and tongue are as sharp as her sword

Part of the general morbid humor culture that built up in First Age Himring

She does not have a soft spot for the Sindar claiming that the Silmaril belongs to them now

She does have a noticeable soft spot for small half-elves who keep pestering her for stories about what life was like in Beleriand before the sun and moon

She fought with Maedhros until the bloody, bitter end, being forcefully brought into the custody of Valinor's forces late in the War of Wrath

She was the leader of the Feanorian faction who chose not to submit to the Valar's judgement, or to willingly go to Aman to do penance

They generally made themselves trouble while in custody

To avoid any more ugly conflict, Elrond eventually took responsibility for this faction, becoming their lord (though Elrond did NOT become Lord of the House of Feanor) and promising to keep them from committing any more violent acts

Hrivossa and the others, all of whom had lived in Amon Ereb and helped raised Elrond, found this agreeable

All of these elves are still very much see Elrond as their Lords' child, who must be protected at all costs, so there's that

And that is the story of how Elrond became responsible for the remaining Feanorians, but only the really fucked up ones

Seriously, they don't do any other murders, but they do cause all sorts of other trouble

Also, how Elrond inherited one (1) extremely determined bodyguard

#silmarillion #silm headcanons #feanorians #morgoth #angband #maedhros #elrond #elrond peredhel #rivendell #himring #war of wrath #silm oc

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

The five kingdoms of the sons of Fëanor: part 1

Himring and the March of Maedhros

Warning. This post contains mentions of weapons use | animal death | orc death | use of animal parts | use of alcohol

✴️ Maedhros's lordship ushers in a culture that centers on highly trained warriors and military service. Himring and the March of Maedhros are soon dotted with heavily fortified fortresses made of rough-hewn stone. 

✴️ The interiors of these buildings are decorated with animal pelt rugs and antlers, featherbeds that are mostly made out of softer animal furs, and furniture that is more practical than elegant. Maedhros's own fortress has a map carved onto the table in his council chamber. 

✴️ There is no discrimination when it comes to military service. Any elf, irrespective of their gender, can take up arms if they have the necessary skills for wielding weapons. Those with exceptional skills are sometimes invited to learn under Meadhros himself. 

✴️ Military training, while taking up the majority of most elves' time, is not the only activity in their day-to-day lives. Given the harshness of the terrain, there is very little farming. Foraging for root vegetables and wild berries is quite common, along with hunting and fishing. Mountain goats are eventually captured and domesticated for their meat and milk. Diary-based foods such as cream, berries, meat, and fish make up the majority of the diet for those who live in Himring and the March. Mares�� milk is fermented to make an alcoholic beverage that the elves drink in the absence of wine. 

✴️ In the beginning, the fashions in and around Himring consisted of fur and leather decorated with beads and bones and feathers. Later on, when order fully set in, colors obtained from natural dyes found their way onto clothes worn by elves in the form of elaborate embroidery. This embroidery would take the form of the lands that Hithrim sits on, its animals, and the tales of valor of the elves who live within. 

✴️ Of the smithies, there are only three, with the largest found in Maedhros' fortress; cutting down trees for reasons other than warmth and cooking and the making of spears, bows, and arrows is not seen as wise. 

✴️ While there are riders who take messages between fortresses and outposts and homes, great signal fires are also used, in case orc movements are sighted.

✴️ What jewels are there in elven families are carefully kept, and lent out to kin only when needed. Because of this, elves turn to feathers, animal bones, and teeth for bodily adornments, especially the parts of an animal that are killed during an elf's first hunt. 

✴️ A similar attitude is adopted towards weapons and armor made in Valinor. These are treated with great care, and elves routinely take metal arrowheads, swords, shields and anything else they can make use of from dead orcs. 

✴️ Life in Himring and the March is quite restrictive due to the nearness of Angband and the constant attacks by its forces. Elves have to always be on guard. Because of this, feasts and frolics are few and far between and, if held, are kept to a modest scale. Storytelling is the highlight of the evening. Elflings who were born after the crossing into Middle Earth often ask for stories of Valinor. 

#maedhros #maedhros imagine #himring #march of maedhros #the sons of fëanor #the sons of fëanor imagine #headcanon #my headcanon #the silm #the silmarillion #The silm imagine #💫a world of whimsy writes

[eccentricmya]

#silm polls #barad eithel #himring #gondolin #nargothrond #silmarillion #my polls #noldor