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lordgrimwing · 4 months

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Friends And Family #06

Rain drummed against the roof in a steady rumble. Outside the old and wavy glass of the window panes, a summer storm drenched the land in sheets of rain. Grasses and brush not flattened by the downpour danced in the wind. The creaking of the trees couldn’t be heard over the wind and rain, and the heavy clouds forced the day into a premature dusk so forest was hardly visible beyond the yard.

Elros sat cross-legged on the rug next to Elrond and Celebrimbor, elbow on his knees and chin propped up on his hands. He disliked storms like this. He no longer had nightmares about the storm that swallowed his parents when storms raged outside, possibly because he couldn’t fall asleep with all the noise. At least the rain and wind were bad enough today to keep most everyone else inside too.

Elrond leaned his head against his shoulder and yawned. “I’m bored,” He murmured.

Celegorm sat in a chair next to the fire, taking advantage of the light it cast to whittle away at a block of hardwood that was starting to look like an animal. He nudged Amrod with his bare foot.

The redhead looked up from the peas he was shelling into a wide bowl. “No,” He said, knowing exactly what his older brother was conveying. “I’m doing the peas. If Mae and Pa survive this and make it back home, I’m not going to be the one he accuses of having idle hands, again.”

“Yeah, we’re busy.” Amras agreed after swallowing a mouthful of peas.

Celebrimbor elbowed Elrond. “Sheesh, not so loud next time. Are you trying to get us put to work? This is the longest I’ve sat down all week! Pa’s had me digging out a spot for the new kiln so much I think he’s decided I’m some kind of mole. I didn’t think that’s what Papaw meant when he said I could start working with him at the forge.”

He glanced furtively toward the kitchen where his father was sharpening and cleaning an assortment of knives, from heavy ones used to butcher animals to the tiny, curved blade Nerdanel used to unpick stitches (usually when it was time to unhem clothes as the three children grew up into their uncles’ hand-me-downs). He sent him scouring the house for an hour to find any lost knives that somebody forgot to return to their proper places. Luckily, Curufin gave no indication that he was listening to them.

Maglor walked out of his and Maedhros’ bedroom. His braids, done in two loose lines down either side of his head, were still damp from his dash to and from the barn to tie the doors and window shutters closed to prevent the wind from blowing them open. He'd changed to dry clothes that gave every indication that he planned to spend the rest of the day relaxing. He had the soaked shirt and pants draped over an arm. Dragging a chair over from the table, he joined his brothers by the fire.

“Ma wants those for supper.” He reminded Amras as he laid the clothes over the back of the chair to dry.

The redheads looked at each other.

“Shell faster.” Said the younger twin.

“Eat slower.” Suggested the other.

Maglor shook his head and took his fiddle and bow down from the mantle above the hearth. He looked down at the children on the rug, “What are you three doing?”

Elros shrugged.

“Nothing,” Elrond said.

Celebrimbor groaned. “You’re the worst,” He muttered, standing and mentally preparing to be put to work around the house.

“Well then,” Maglor continued. “Brimby, since you’re up, bring the music box out here. This kind of weather calls for some entertainment.”

Finding this task far less onerous than what he expected, Celebrimbor hurried off to do as bidden. Maglor leaned against the wall and began testing the tune of the old instrument. Elrond and Elros moved over to sit by his feet.

“Can I play the dulcimer?” Elros asked, perking up from the slump he’s been in since the clouds rolled in.

“Certainly,” The musician began sawing out a simple tune to warm up the fiddle and the audience.

Celebrimbor returned then with the box Maglor kept his collection of instruments in to avoid them getting lost or broken in the often boisterous home. He’d already claimed the pair of joined wooden spoons Curufin carved a few years ago to replace the pair ruined by one of Celegorm’s half-feral dogs after someone—Celebrimbor—forgot the instrument outside. He left the box in the middle of the half circle around the fireplace.

Elrond and Elros came over to claim their favorite instruments. While they were distracted, the youngest child stole Elrond’s spot closest to the warm bricks around the fire.

The kitchen door banged open and a sopping-wet Maedhros and Fëanor came in with an angry wail of rain-soaked wind. The eldest son’s thick hair was plastered to his face and back as though he’d gone swimming fully clothed. Their father didn’t look any better, summer linen shirt clinging to his arms and chest and clutching the satchel of tools in a white-knuckled grip.

Celegorm looked up from his whittling as they entered. Amrod and Amras kept their intense focus on the shrinking pile of peapods. Curufin paused sharpening long enough to glance over at the pair. Maglor lifted his bow in greeting, letting his young accompaniment take over for a few moments.

“How was it?” He asked.

“Wet,” His father answered laconically, dripping all the way to Nerdanel's and his room. The door closed with a bang behind him.

“That bad?” Maglor asked his older brother.

Maedhros nodded. “You know Pa.”

They were not prepared for this degree of downpour when they left to check the charms and sigils placed at important locations around the homestead and other areas and trails the family frequented. Nerdanel warned they could expect rain in the afternoon, but Fëanor was confident they would return well before that.

They had not. Several charms needed to be repaired, the feathers and string worn away by the weather and small, nibbling animals. Then Maedhros’ large gelding became oddly spooked by something hidden in a dark thicket. After investigating the spot and finding nothing out of the ordinary, Fëanor insisted on building a basic sign to keep foul presences away until he could craft a proper charm to block the beast from its newest foothold on the mountain. The rain came as Maedhros hung the twine and bone charm high in a tree. The horses made their displeasure with the turn of events clear on the ride back to the barn, the patriarch muttering with them.

Fëanor did not like getting wet.

His hair leaving a thin stream of water behind him, Maedhros sloshed across the main room to his bedroom to change. “I like how that’s sounding,” He added over his shoulder, nodding to the fiddle as he disappeared to get dry clothes.

“There’s more where it came from!” Maglor called after him before turning his attention back to the song. He tapped his foot to help the children keep time with him.

Amrod drummed his fingers on the bowl. Amras shelled peas in rhythm. Celegorm murmured his version of the lyrics as the wooden dog took shape in his hands.

Maedhros came back wearing only his damp underpants, wet boots held tightly in his hand and dripping clothes thrown over his other arm. Clearly having the same idea as Maglor, he tossed the clothes over the back of a chair and then carried the chair over to the fire by slipping his arm between the slats in the back. Celebrimbor scrambled aside to make room for him and almost dropped the musical spoons. The boots went on the hot bricks, though not so near the flames as to risk damage. In no hurry to leave the warmth of the fire or the companionship, he sat between Elros and Celegorm, long legs filling up the space as he crossed them.

The music picked up as they settled down. Celebrimbor caught the rhythm again after giving a few spoon taps at the wrong time. Elros leaned his shoulder against Maedhros’s side as he strummed the dulcimer’s strings and picked out an occasionally offkey accompaniment to the fiddle. The large elf smiled and wrapped an arm around him, careful not to bump the instrument with the end of his arm. He combed out small tangles from his hair with his fingers.

The music bounced along.

“Curu,” Celegorm called, having run out of his crude version of the song. He tossed the block of wood at his younger brother after he didn’t look up when called.

Curufin rubbed his head and shot the blond a mildly peeved expression.

“Get over here.”

Celegorm skillfully caught the rag his brother balled up and threw before leaving the knife sharpening behind. Tucking his knife into his breast pocket, he unfolded the oily fabric and laid it out on his knee. Smirking, he patted the knee and looked up at Curufin, inviting him to take a seat. Uninterested, Curufin slapped the back of his head where he kept his hair shorn close to the skin and leaned against the way instead, arms folded across his chest.

Celegorm put on a hurt look. Curufin threw the wooden dog at him. Amrod and Amras snorted. Celegorm ducked. The dog bounced across the floor, the noise the closest thing it would ever make to an actual bark.

To his eternal relief, Celebrimbor was too busy tapping his spoons on Elrond’s toes to see his uncle blow a kiss at his father. He finally stopped when Elrond kicked his hand and he dropped the spoons onto the bearskin rug.

“Ow,” He complained.

Elrond raised his eyebrows to question why the nine-year-old was surprised by the consequences of his actions. He might have said something too, but his mouth was occupied with his tin whistle.

He retrieved the musical spoons and settled down again into the rhythm. Soon, the uncles were all singing along to the song.

Suddenly, Amras jumped to his feet. He grabbed his twin’s hands and hauled him up to his feet too, pushing the bowls of peas out of the way with the tip of one shoe.

“Come on!” He exclaimed and tugged his brother into a dance. The hard soles of their shoes stomped and tapped against the floorboards, keeping beat with the music and adding their own flare to it.

Celegorm whistled at them and began to clap in rhythm.

After a few seconds, the cellar doors slammed open (Fëanor added an entrance down into the cellar from the kitchen during one of his episodes of nearly unstoppable energy and questionable late-night decision-making). Caranthir’s head and shoulders appeared as he climbed up the ladder.

“Land-o’-goshen!” He shouted at the ruckus. “What is going on up here?”

He and Nerdanel went down into the cellar to take stock of her supply of dried plants and fruits for making salves and teas. Judging from the half-forgotten mushroom he had in one hand and the dirt sprinkled across his hair and shoulders, he’d been checking the light-sensitive mushroom log just below them when the twins began dancing.

Nerdanel came up after him, equally as dusty.

Caranthir looked like he was trying to stay annoyed at his siblings, despite the levity brightening up the gloomy day. He scowled and shook his head, dirt tumbling down from his loose hair. He tried, but when Amrod waved at him to join the dance, he came after only a moment’s hesitation, discarding the mushroom cap on the table.

Nerdanel smiled to see all her children and grandchildren gathered around the fire, healthy and laughing and happy. There had been years where she feared she might lose one or more of them to the dangers of the mountain. There had been some very hard times, times she couldn’t even talk to her husband or find support from him, so intent was he in the childish belief that everything would be fine, that his sons just needed to rest, and that there was nothing, no injury, she could not heal. Somehow, though, they managed to survive year after year—not untouched or unchanged by what happened but alive and together.

Speaking of her husband, she soon noticed Fëanor’s absence. No doubt he’d tucked himself away in their bedroom to work on something and hadn’t even noticed the noise from the main room. Maedhros would not be so relaxed if anything happened while they were in the trees.

Shaking her head a little, she walked to their room and slipped inside.

As she suspected, she found Fëanor at his desk, scribbling in one of his many notebooks. The clothes he’d dressed in that morning were discarded near the door and he sat wrapped in a blanket made from the wool of their oldest sheep (the ewe was a decrepit thing now, her teeth worn down to nubs, her fleece patchy and thin over her bony body. She’d be gone before winter, either on her own or because they would not let her suffer the cold given the state she was in. Nerdanel was surprised he hadn’t taken care of her months ago; Fëanor did not usually allow the animals to linger, fading from life for this long. Celegorm’s dogs met a swift end if they became too ill—they rarely grew old—and the others were no different. She could not guess why he kept putting it off this time).

“Fëanor,” She began.

He raised a hand to stall her. “I’m busy.” He said, hunching over his notes. His hair left a damp spot on the blanket.

“They are singing and dancing. Come and join us.”

“I need to write this down. Things are changing. I need to make sense of it, of what and why.” His voice tremored with the beginning of agitation. “It’s changing.”

She walked to his side and laid a hand on his shoulder. Quickly, before she could see the pages, he closed the notebook and hid it under his hands. No one in the house could make sense of the code he devised for recording these particular thoughts, but he disliked them looking anyway, even for a moment. She brought her other hand to his cheek and slowly he looked up at her. His lips were a thin line across his face, his expression nervous.

“My dear,” She began again. “We have a brief time before life carries on and takes our sons out again on their journeys. Come with me. Worries and storms will be here when we are done, but for now, there is joy and family, and together we are safe.”

She took one of his narrow hands. He let her guide him to his feet. The blanket slipped down his shoulders, and she adjusted it, tucking in a corner to keep it in place. His free hand, wrapped inside the blanket, clutched at the fabric under his chin. She let her hand linger on his cool cheek for a few moments longer, then pulled it back. They left the room like that, his hand in hers.

Maglor was watching the door when his parents reappeared, the others still caught up in the revelry. His fingers stuttered on the strings and the fiddle squealed as his bow arm jolted. He would have stopped playing, concerned by his father’s drawn face and short stride, but Nerdanel smiled and nodded for him to continue. He did, raising the others’ excitement by jumping into another tune and seeing how long it took the children to catch up to him again. Celebrimbor stumbled along until Elrond helpfully tapped the beat out on his thigh with his foot.

Maedhors rose and grabbed a chair, bringing it back to the group and placing it between Celegorm and Curufin, leaving enough room for a second chair. Nerdanel brought Fëanor to the seat and he sat down without prompting, the tension around his eyes softening. Maedhros brought a chair for her and she settled down to laugh and clap along with her children. This was just as much fun as some of the town hall dances she went to during her youth wandering from town to town with her family.

She cheered when Amrod grabbed Curufin’s hand and dragged him into the dancing. Broad-shouldered and heavy-footed, he lacked the speed and grace of the twins and Caranthir, but he clonked along slightly offbeat with them with a grin. Soon, he pulled his son up to join him. Celebrimbor muttered something about never getting to just sit around but started dancing, clacking the spoons together on his hip or an upraised palm.

They continued on in that manner until the last of the light faded and the storm blew itself down to a whisper.

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thelien-art · 4 months

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December; the 24

Yule day 4: Maedhros the tall & Fingon the Valiant

How many colors are used in the glass of the windows?

True blue Pansy; blue Pansy´s symbolize loyalty, honesty, devotion, and trust.

Bluehead Gilia; Bluehead Gilia is an annual herb with a self-supporting growth system. The Gilia has been used to treat blood disease over the years.

Fingon is in the free day clothes Maedhors just came in after some flower picking fully dressed; I also like to headcannon Himring fashion to include a lot of embroidered floral.

#a bit early than the others i know #yule calendar #tolkien #silmarillion #jrr tolkien #maedhros #nelyafinwe #maitimo #fingon #findekano #russingon #christmas calendar #christmas art calendar #tolkien art christmas calendar #silm art #tolkien art #my art #digital art

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lovefairymina · 1 month

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*Me leaning against the door. One hand on my stomach. *

Me: Maedhors will you please come to bed and hold me close. These cramps are horrible.

“Come,” he whispered with a wave of his hand. Immediately, he placed his quill down and removed himself from his desk to sit on the sofa with his arms out.

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {maedhros}#maedhros #maedhros imagine #maedhros x you #maedhros x y/n #maitimo #nelyafinwë #nelyafinwe #silm imagines #house of feanor #middle earth imagine

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eunoiaastralwings · 2 years

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Maglor: Why are you making chocolate pudding at 4am?

Maedhors: Because I've lost control of my life.

Maglor: *sees Elrond and Elros trying to hide under the table— snickering* so it is not because the elfings begged you with their puppy eyes— the eyes you always fall for?

Maedhros: *vigorously mixing* No! — My own personal reasons!

Maglor: No!— I can literally see them trying to hide under the table!

Maedhros: they are my own personal reasons!

Maglor: They begged you to make chocolate pudding in the middle of the night and you fell for their big puppy eyes— AGAIN!

Maedhros: keep using that tone, Maglor— and you will not be getting any chocolate pudding!

Elrond and Elros: *agreeing with Maedhros*

Maglor:

Maglor: I would like a small piece— please.

#the silmarillion #kidnap fam #silmarillion incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect tolkien quotes #silm incorrect quotes #the silm #maedhros #maglor x reader #elrond and elros

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venerable-sun · 1 year

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Stay (Maedhros x Reader)

Maedhros (The Silmarillion) x Reader

TW: Mentions of pregnancy, very mild spice at the end

Summary: Unexpected news results in Maedhros pleading for your forgiveness

2.2k~ words

There are some days where you can almost pretend like everything is back to normal.

Those are the days when you can convince Maehdros to venture outside through a walk in the gardens, him walking quietly beside you while you chatter away. Anything to keep the silence that would otherwise enshroud the two of you at bay. Those are the days that you awake before Maedhros can slip out of bed, the hard planes of his face softened from their usual glower and the shadows of the young elf you married all those years ago reappearing to remind you why you have stayed with him through everything. Those are the days when you catch his eye from across the dinner table; when you smile at him, he almost smiles back.

But those days are few and far between, in the years after Maedhors’ imprisonment in Angband.

Most days, you awake in the middle of the night to screaming. Maedhros’ face twists in terror as he grasps the sheets tightly in the fist of his good hand. All you can do is sit and watch in despair as his nightmares torment him, having learned long ago its best not to wake him, lest you wish to get attacked by your husband’s fright before he realizes where he is.

Most days, you walk your gardens alone or with one of your handmaidens. Even on the days that you can convince Maedhros to accompany you, you never walk hand in hand as you had Before. In fact, it’s rare that he ever touches you anymore outside of when his anger and frustration at his affliction bubbles over, and you open your legs for him to take you as he wishes. It is not the tender lovemaking you used to share. It is rough and full of fury, and when it is over Maedhros can barely look at you. Yet, you never complain, not when it is the only solace you can now provide for your broken husband.

There are times when you feel as if you are drowning in the loneliness that comes with loving Maedhros. Before, it had been the two of you against the world. You would have followed him anywhere, done anything just to be with him. And you had. He’d pledged to lead you to a place where you could one day raise a family of your own. You remember how brightly he used to talk of the future, the home the two of you would create. ‘A big enough home to raise seven children, just like my father,’ he’d said with a wink.

Now, you walk on eggshells around him, terrified that a wrong look or word could set him off.

That was why when Maglor and the remainder of his people sought refuge in your husband's lands, you were ecstatic. You’d hoped that being so near one of his brothers would help Maedhros. Turns out, it helped you even more.

You’d always been closest with Maglor out of all of the brothers, but his extended stay brought you two even closer. You bonded over your mutual love of music, and many afternoons were spent in the gardens playing and singing together.

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You awoke one morning with a slight sickness, running quickly to the bathroom and emptying your stomach of its contents. Residual nausea made your gait slightly crooked as you crawled back into bed, electing to rest for just a little longer before you got on with your duties for the day.

Maedhros was already long-gone, his side of the bed empty and cold.

When your handmaiden came to fetch you, you were feeling much better. You chalked up your strange sickness to something you’d eaten for dinner and made a mental note to request an herbal tea later just in case. By the end of the day, it was all but forgotten, and you thought nothing of it as you laid down for bed that night.

But then the next morning, you got sick again. And the morning after that one.

On the fourth day, you finally took yourself to the healers. If you truly were falling ill, you wanted to put a stop to it as soon as possible. You’d run Maedhros’s lordship whilst he had been captured, and even upon his return kept many of the extra responsibilities so as to not burden him further. You couldn’t risk letting yourself fall even more ill.

You wished you could feel nothing but joy about the news the healers shared with you.

Of course, you were happy. You and Maedhros had always talked fondly of having your own family, filling your household with as many little ones as possible. But that was Before, and you couldn’t help the worry that twisted through your gut at what his reaction to your pregnancy would be now.

All day you agonized over how to tell him, going about your duties with half your mind wandering over the endless possibilities. Maglor noticed your distracted state instantly when you met him in the gardens that day, but gratefully never commented on it.

And so you decided to wait until Maedhros returned to your chambers for the night, pacing anxiously as you waited for him.

You turned as the door opened. Your husband looked at you with faint surprise. “Usually you are asleep at this hour.”

You fiddled with the flowy sleeves of your night-robe. “I wished to speak with you.”

“Get on with it then.”

Maedhros took a seat before the fire, leaning over to untie the laces of his boots.

You swallowed your annoyance at his flippancy, taking a deep breath as you prepared to speak. “I am with child.”

Grey eyes instantly snapped up to meet your own. “What did you just say?”

You swallowed again, hard. “I said I am with child.”

In a flash, Maedhros was towering over you, making you back away from the anger swirling in his eyes.

“I should have known that you would betray me,” he hissed. “I just never thought it would be with my own brother.”

Your mouth fell open in shock. “What!?”

Your husband scoffed at you, rolling his eyes as he leaned close to your face. “Please, don’t bother with the innocent act. I’ve seen you together, I’ve seen how much time you spend with him.”

You began to shake with fury, all the anger and hurt you had pushed down over the years in favor of not upsetting him finally bubbling to the surface.

“How dare you!” You burst out, pushing Maedhros away from you. “You barely even look at me anymore, much less treat me as your wife, and you accuse me of being unfaithful!?”

You turned away from him, angry tears spilling over your cheeks as you head towards the door. A grip around your wrist whips you back around to face the ellon, one that doesn’t falter even as you try to break free from his hold.

“Do not turn your back to me,” he growled.

Just like that, all the anger in you dissipated, leaving you deflated and hollow. “I never have, even after all this time.” You said softly. “I have done everything in my power to help you, to heal you. And it isn’t enough. What you went through was horrible-” Maedhros winced, but you paid no mind to it. The words kept tumbling out, an unstoppable gush of feeling you wouldn’t be able to stop even if you wanted to. “-but I will not allow you to treat me like this any longer. Nor will I subject our child to the same fate. Come find me when you decide you want to be a husband and father again. ”

You gently tugged your wrist away from him, and his hand fell back limply to his side as he watched you walk away. You paused at the door, waiting to see if he would stop you. Praying that he would.

Don’t let me walk away, Mae.

A handful of excruciatingly quiet seconds slipped by, and you exited, making it about halfway down the hall before the sobs you’d barely been holding back started to shake your shoulders.

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Life for you continued much in the way it had.

You went to bed and woke up alone, took your meals alone, and walked the gardens alone.

You went about your duties with the same quiet dignity as always, refusing to let any slips in your composure crack. Your entire world had shifted, even more than when Maitimo had disappeared and then returned a shell of who he once was. You had a child to think about now, and no one to share in this new world with you.

You had told no one else but your chief handmaiden of your pregnancy, unable to stomach the congratulations you would receive when all you really wanted was your husband back. You and Maedhros hadn’t spoken outside of curt words in passing in over three weeks, and soon you would inevitably start to show.

If he could barely stand the sight of you now, then how would he react when he saw the physical proof of your child? You knew he would never raise his hand against you, but you feared his wrath, and even more feared exposing your child to it.

Therefore you came to the decision that you would leave Himring and travel to Doriath to stay with your family. They would be delighted to help you care for your child, and you knew your younger sister Luthien would especially enjoy having a little one to cause trouble with.

You made arrangements for your travels quietly, not wanting to cause a fuss for your husband even after everything. You wished that you could just hate him and move on, but you knew that you would always love Maedhros. Your fea had been bound, you’d been married for centuries- left your home in Doriath for him.

And now he will never know his child, you thought to yourself. Various packed bags littered your chambers as you prepared to depart the next morning.

A soft knock came from the door. Thinking it to be your handmaiden, who would be accompanying you on the journey, you called out for them to enter.

Maehdros entered slowly, gaze flitting from the bags packed to the pile of clothes you had been in the process of folding. He stood in the center of the room, looking simultaneously too big and too small for the space.

“So it’s true then. You plan to leave for Doriath.”

You nodded hesitantly, not quite sure what emotion to read in his swirling grey eyes. “Yes, My Lord. I leave at first light. You will not be bothered by my presence anymore.”

Maedhros took a step forward, hand outstretched towards you. He winced when you took a step back from him, arm falling limply to his side.

“I have made a horrible mistake. I said things to you in anger that I should not have.”

You raised a single eyebrow, unimpressed.

Your husband looked at you with more emotion than you had seen in years. “You showed me kindness and understanding even when I did not deserve it. Even when I have not been a good husband to you.”

And then the Lord of Himring, eldest son of Feanor dropped to his knees at your feet, tears streaming from his eyes. “I know I do not deserve your forgiveness. If you still decide to leave I will not stop you. But I beg you, stay and give me the chance to be the husband that you deserve.”

He reached out a shaky hand to lightly trail over your abdomen. “Give me the chance to be the father our child deserves.”

Your composure crumbled as you embraced him, your tears mixing with his as you held each other. You pulled away after a while, eyes still moist as you stared at each other. “I am still so angry with you. It will take more than one apology to mend this.” You said, causing Maedhros to bow his head in shame. You smile softly, tilting his chin up with your fingers. “But I know how you can begin to make it right.”

His lips brushed against yours tentatively, like the flutter of a butterfly’s wings, before pressing firmly against your mouth in a kiss that stole your breath away. His tongue traced against your bottom lip before diving in to tangle with your own. Your hands wove through the red strands of his hair as you lost yourself in him for the first time in what felt like centuries.

When the two of you finally pulled away you were both panting, and the sight of your husband’s smile stole your breath away all over again.

He picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bed, nestling you against his chest as you laid down together. He splayed his good hand over your abdomen once more, the warmth of it seeping into your skin and lulling you to sleep. The last thing you felt before you completely succumbed to slumber was a feather-light kiss pressed to your temple.

Maedhros slowly drifted off with you in his arms, silently vowing to himself to never hurt you ever again. And that was how your handmaiden found the two of you hours later when she came to check on you. She took in the sight of her lord and lady together once more with a sigh of relief, softly closing the door behind her and leaving the two of you to your much-needed rest.

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welcomingdisaster · 20 days

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can we. can we plase know more about the russinglor rescue one? 🥺

hi hi hi!

so basically this is another outlined one i haven't started yet (including those just for fun, ha). i'm not entirely sure where i would pick up on the narrative for this one, but the basic plot summary is along these lines: regent!maglor is couped by celegorm and a&a in beleriand. he gathers a small group of elves still loyal to him, and goes to try to rescue maedhors from morgoth. this intersects with fingon's rescue attempt. however, the bigger rescue party comes with complications

(also fingon and maglor have a lot of ill-advised sex. lol. really this is fingon/maglor and fingon/maedhros rather than full on russinglor)

#lena speaks

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camille-lachenille · 6 months

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Trick or treat!

-istaricelebelasse

An abandoned fic for you, very much not serious.

“As I was saying; I basically held the North single-handedly for decades,” Maedhros said with a hint of annoyance. He continued to ramble as the rest of the assembled Elves froze and it took him some time to notice. “What? I have something on my face?” he snapped at them.

Maglor was the first to recover from his shock. “What did you just say? About the North?” he asked weakly.

“That I held it single-handedly for decades, why?” Maedhor’s eyebrows twitched. Fingolfin coughed awkwardly. There was a silence. Fingon made a sound a bit like a tea kettle.

“Not to stir some bad memories, but you are aware you made a terrible pun?” Maglor finally asked. “Two actually, when you asked if you had something on your face.” he added, gesturing vaguely at his brother’s scarred face. Everyone around the table twitched nervously, but Maedhro’s eyebrows just rose higher, almost disappearing in his hairline.

“Why, of course, I am aware of what I say.” He said, his expression deadly serious. There was another tense silence before his face cracked in a crooked grin. “Oh, you faces when I made the puns! I wish I could paint them in a giant picture to hang on my wall,” Maedhros sniggered. It was Fingolfin’s turn to raise his eyebrows.

Fingon burst into a ringing laughter. “Your humour is atrocious as ever, Russo!” He wheezed, his face red as he tried not to fall from his chair.

Maedhros’ grin widened and, rarest occurence since they arrived in Arda, barked a sincere laugh. His eyes twinkled with mischief and Maglor smiled at the sight. It had been decades that his older brother hadn’t made the slightest attempt at a joke.

“Don’t worry, Finno, I have a more than a handful of puns in stock, I won’t stop now,” Maedhros assured, now cackling madly along his cousin. And he kept his word, making as much atrocious puns as he could muster for years after, just to hear Fingon laugh.

#camille’s ask box #inbox trick or treating #tolkien fic #maedhros #maglor #fingon #fingolfin

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stilltrails · 1 year

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Maedhors in the Halls of Mandos after seeing Elrond swear an Oath to Durin saying he wouldn’t tell anyone about the Mithril, only for him to tell Celebrimbor after the ridiculous dinner party:

#maedhros #elrond peredhel #trop #the rings of power #fingon and his brothers are torn between crying and laughing because the situation is so tragically hilarious

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tar-thelien · 1 year

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Chapter five; Looking For Light In The Darkness

Summary:

Elrond and Elros gets picked up by Maglor who´s on the bridge of falling into complete insanity, Maedhros is tired of everything but let Maglor do as he wants and Erestor watched from as safe of a distance as he can.

Chapter notes:

Erestor shows Elrond and Elros around off camera, Maglor is rude, Maedhors tries, implied drunk character, hinted eating disorder.

words: 1410

AO3

“I don´t think Maglor eats. Normal food I mean,” Elros mumbled to Elrond who was busy fumbling around in the dresser Maglor had fitted with clothes for them after their breakfasts.

He had walked out of the room with lots of other clothes falling from his arms, forcing him to go multiple times to get all, both what was left in the dresser and on the floor. His sobbing had turned to the ugly wheezes of a drowning dog when they had left the dining room and hadn´t stopped for what both twins knew.

Elros had said something about them probably not being the first kids he had kidnapped since they now had a good portion of children's clothes in their own size or a bit bigger when he had left, closing the door behind him.

“His hands are really skinny… like some of the monsters from Ada´s stories. Hands like spiders. Vampire…” he said not really knowing what it was just that they drank blood and were evil. Maglor was evil too.

“Elrond…” Elros tried to roll the new name on his tongue, “Elrond what do you want to do? Do you want to go explore?? Maglor didn´t say we couldn´t, and if we get caught, we can just say Maglor forgot us or something-”

“Yes, about that,” Erestors voice cut in as Elros twisted with as much haste he could and a frightened expression on his face, Elrond had gone still, hands on an orange tunic.

“Timo told me what happened and that Kano probably wouldn´t be able to show you around, as he wanted to… so you wouldn´t get lost that is, so I said that I could do it for him.”

Elros stared at him before turning his bright eyes narrow with a snarl, “how many children did Kano steal before us, and how many did Timo, kill!?”

Both nicknames were spitted with so much hate that Erestor himself barely believed it to be two elflings in front of him and rather two wolves. One quiet waiting to attack and another lashing in its cage.

“Come little Narmo, and I´ll show you and your brother around,” he smiled as he held both hands out.

“We will escape soon, and then we will find the high king and tell him where you are so he can kill you all.” Elros spat, his fear only betrayed in the way his body trembled and his feets shuffled as if wanting to step back.

“Then I must show you around before you do, so it will be easier for you to escape, no?”

“Here is the kitchen and the door over there leads out to the bigger courtyard, now if we go out I can show you the stables and kennels, and maybe even the aviaries!”

Elrond nodded as he looked up at the smiling elf, he didn´t know what an aviary was, but he did know what stables and kennels were and he wouldn´t mind petting a dog or saying hallo to Thuretal, as long as the horse didn´t try to trip him down as he had seen it do with some of the soldiers, or again, anyone stupid enough to come close enough for it to happen that wasn´t Maglor or Maedhros.

“Then we can take some apples and seeds with us? And maybe there are a few bones the cooks won't need,” Erestor said happily as Elros frowned up at him.

“Why do we need seeds!?”

“Well… to feed the birds, that live in the aviaries, or maybe some of the other ones too if you want?”

“You have birds?” Elros exclaimed loudly and Elrond began tugging at Erestors sleeve with wide excited eyes, “I always wanted a bird! What kinds of birds do you have?”

Erestor chuckled at the twins' excitement as he slides himself between the working elvers in the big kitchen to find the food for the various animals.

“Well, we have falcons for hunting, the old two lords, Maedhros and Maglors youngest brothers, breed them, then we also have magpies, for sending messages and such, and a few chickens but they walk freely, except for the night where they´re let into the main stables.”

“We also have some goats and sheeps. They´re walking on the fields outside the fortress usually, and at night they´re leed into another stable closer to the gates than the one with the horses and chickens, that one also has a small garden with geese!”

“Do you have cats too!” Elros said as he helped his brother drag the other elf, for one blissful moment forgetting his rightful fear.

“Yes, they tend to be close to the kitchen, larder, and barns, as that´s where the mouses tend to be.”

Reaching the stable Elrond hurriedly ran forward to reach Thuretal but was stopped by an unfamiliar hand grasping his shoulder as he froze up in fear.

“Don´t trip little lord, wouldn´t do well to soil your fine clothes with all the dirt here,” a rough voice mumbled cheerfully as the unfamiliar elf in front of him kneeled down to reach the peredhels eye level, yet Elrond did all to avoid it, being reminded of the danger he and his brother was in.

“I´m afraid we had a bad start to the morning,” Erestor explained to the elf in front of him while quitting Elros´ angry screams with a hand in front of his mouth.

“I see,” the elf said as he stood up nodding, “another time then, my prince,” he said in goodbye bowing to a now slightly displeased frowning Erestor.

Elrond sat quietly at the dining table staring at Maglor from the corner of his eyes, they had eaten lunch with Erestor after an awkward few minutes in the stables with Elrond and Elros glued to each other's sides.

This time Erestor was eating with them.

The sound of forks and knives on plates and a crackling fire, chewing, drinking, and Maedhros sometimes slipping hand leaving an unpleasant screech that made Elrond wince occupied the room, the only soundlessness was coming from Maglor who mindlessly pushed his mashed potatoes back and forth on his plate, occasional sipping on his wine.

Elros was right, Elrond decided after a moment of debate with himself, Maglor had long and strong looking hands, but each joint poked out painfully, especially when they grabbed around his glass goblet. And he did only seem to drink, and the, maybe, wine was very red.

Looking up slowly at the bard´s round face he saw that the usually crooked smile he tended to wear was now vanished leaving empty eyes staring longingly, the same kind of longingly Naneth would stare at the sea when Ada was gone before she was enthralled by the shinning stone, at the wine bottle beside Maedhros.

The stone that shone like Maglor and Maedhros and some of their soldiers shone.

Maedhros growled slightly and all eyes on the table turned to look at him surprised, two with fright another with curiosity. Maglor just kept examining the bottle.

“Is there nothing you want to say Kano,” Maedhors said as softly as his fierce voice could, “how you were bored or what songs you played in your room? Maybe you even wrote something? Or another thing like that,” a note of desperation was added to the last bit but Maglor just kept on starring.

“... something to… your children maybe? Or maybe you should ask them what they did today?” Maedhros said, his voice now bleeding with desperation as he got a pleading look in his eyes, even as he saw both said children get tends with fear and Elros staring him down as discreetly as possible, so as not to anger him.

“They´re not my children, Timo, just as you said,” Maglor´s usually flowing voice was slurred as if his tung were too heavy, “give me the bottle.”

“Is there nothing you want to say?” Maedhros replied ignoring the words just spoken.

“Give me the bottle.”

Maedhros looked at his pitiful brother before grunting, “if you and the children are done eating, maybe you should put them to bed, as you want to be their Atto and that´s what fathers do, after that, I won´t mind sharing a glass with you.”

Huffing Maglor turned his dulled gaze to the twins looking at their mostly empty plates, “do you need more,” he hissed and both children hurried to shake their heads.

“Kano-” Maedhros warned.

#maedhros #maglor #elrond #elros #erestor #tolkien #silmaillion #jrr tolkien #kidnap fam #my fic #looking for light in the darkness

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tari-cua · 1 month

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the resurrected Maitimo meets the resurrected Maglor in Valinor.

This is an illustration for a very beautiful story that I wrote a long time ago.

#silmarillion #drowing #my art #tolkien #maglor #digital art #makalaure #art #maemag #maedhors #maitimo

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lordgrimwing · 2 months

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First Meetings #06

[for Maedhros and Maglor week, hosted by @maedhrosmaglorweek]

“Come on,” Maedhros whispered, guiding his brother by one hand.

Maglor, with his other hand covering his eyes, set his bare feet down carefully on the floorboards. They needed to be as quiet as possible to avoid waking their parents or one of their nosy little brothers. “I’d be faster if you let me see,” He hissed back.

“Nope, just wait.”

Blindly, he followed the tug on his hand through the living room, kitchen, and—after a brief pause at the door—outside. He felt gritty dust under his toes as they walked along a well-worn path.

“Are you taking me to the barn?” He guessed.

“Shhhh,” Maedhros hushed. “It’s a surprise.”

“Okay,” Maglor laughed. They didn’t need to worry about waking anyone now.

After a bit more walking, they stopped. Maedhros dropped his hand. “Wait here.”

He did and moments later heard the familiar sound of one of the barn doors groaning open. Why would they need to go to the barn in the middle of the night?

“Alright, come on.” Maedhros took his hand again and pulled him forward.

The barn smelled of dust and hay and animals, as it always did. A goat bleated somewhere as they walked between the stalls. Were they going where he thought they were? Surely, it was too soon for that.

“Let me peek,” He pleaded.

“Almost,” The older teen answered with a laugh. “Just a little farther.”

Maglor’s heart sped up with excitement. Could it be? He’d been waiting so long for this, nearly a year, ever since his father pointed at one of the mares they looked after for Uncle Fingolfin and said they’d keep her next foal.

Maedhros stopped, took his shoulders, turned him to face a stall, and pushed him forward until he was standing right in front of the half-door. At last, he wrapped his fingers around Maglor’s wrist and pulled his hand away from his eyes.

Maglor gasped.

A gray foal lay in a pile of fresh straw, illuminated by a lamp hanging in the aisle. Its long legs were folded inelegantly against a bony body in sleep, but to him, it was the most beautiful creature in the barn. The mare stood next to it, head hanging and already half-asleep but still watchful enough to cock an ear toward her visitors.

“Oh, Mae!” He exclaimed, turning around to hug him. “She’s perfect!”

Maedhros smiled, hugging him back. “Pa thought she was close to foaling, and I’ve been checking on her every chance I got so you won’t have to wait an hour longer than you had to.”

“Do you think the mare will mind if I go in with her?”

“No, she’s been sweet all night.”

Maglor was too excited to undo the latch, so he scrambled over the door and dropped down into the thick straw bed. The horse lifted her head for a moment, interested, but quickly relaxed again. He settled next to the foal, not daring to wrap his arms around her as he wanted in case that was frightening. Instead, he laid his head next to hers so he could feel the soft puffs of air across his face as she slept peacefully.

Maedhros rested his elbows on the stall door, grinning down at his brother.

#this family is so silly about their horses you have no idea #(mainly because i haven't written anything about it)#but they love their horsies #getting your own horse is a big deal #maglor is so happy rn #so is maedhors #maglor #maedhros #maedhrosmaglorweek #day 5: new horizons #the silmarillion #old gods au #grimwing writes

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