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lovefairymina · 1 month

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It was dark.

Maedhros jolted when he suddenly felt something cold around his very intact right hand. Shock and shivers ran down his spine when he realized he was back in Angband, hanging from the same cliff where the enemy had left him. His heart began pounding against his chest frantically as he then saw the face of someone he never wished to see again and the lights that shone from the crown.

Maedhros gasped, jolting up and darting his eyes around the front yard of your house. His quickened breathing and scared expression startled you as you were seated beside him on the porch.

"Woah! Nelyo, is everything alright?" you asked as he looked like a startled animal. Aelon was playing with his friends in the background.

"What! How..." Maedhros’s expression turned confused.

"We were talking after you and Aelon decided to take a break, and then... you kinda paced out," you answered.

"I fell asleep?" Maedhros frowned.

"You looked exhausted, so I thought I should let you rest. I allowed you to rest your head on my shoulder since you fell asleep while sitting up," you explained.

Maedhros remained quiet as he thought about the nightmare and the situation he got himself into. He released a heavy sigh.

"I'm sorry..." Maedhros said, then suddenly leaned his head down against your shoulder. You looked at him surprised but made no intentions of pushing him away.

“Forgive me, but can we stay like this for a moment?” Maedhros asked.

You looked at him gently, then glanced down at his left hand and wrapped your hand around it, giving it a gentle squeeze. Normally, Maedhros would have avoided such touch, but this time he squeezed your hand in return, proving whatever was on his mind was taking a heavy toll on him.

“Of course, we can stay like this as long as you need,” you answered.

A contented sigh slipped out as his body naturally deflated against yours. The soothing rhythmic motion of your fingers against his amputation which would have normally felt revolting, felt like the gentle wind dancing along his skin. It was easier said than done, his body became slumped as his breathing eased with the sound of fire crackling in the background and your scent keeping him steady.

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

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mascula-sappho · 6 months

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see I'm like Maedhros bc I'm both the golden eldest child and my parents' biggest disappointment at the same time

#silmarillion #silm #silm fandom #Maedhros #nelyafinwë #russandol #maitimo

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grey-gazania-fic · 9 months

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Blood and Shadows

Thuringwethil takes some time out of her busy schedule to torment a captive Maedhros. A quadruple-drabble. Rated T.

In the deepest dungeon of Angband, Maedhros woke, dry-mouthed and disoriented, to a darkness more total than he ever believed possible. Cold lips at his chest and sharp teeth tearing into his skin brought him to full awareness, and he cried out, struggling to pull away. But Morgoth's barbed chains held him fast.

"Such spirit, still," hissed a voice, and the darkness receded to reveal burning, bright eyes in a fog-pale face — a woman's face, blood — his blood — smeared across her mouth and staining her teeth. "I am impressed."

"Demon," he croaked, shuddering. A fresh stream of blood ran from the wound, and she bent her head to lap at it. He tried once more to pull away, but she only laughed.

"Unwise, little king," she taunted, with the iron tang of his blood on her breath. "I could kill you."

"You could," he rasped. "But you won't."

One hooked claw skittered lightly over his neck. "You sound so sure…"

In answer, he gathered what little saliva he could and spat at her, and then gasped with pain as her claws raked across his face, more blood spilling down to sting in his eyes. She fisted a hand in his hair and drew his face near, and when she exhaled shadows spilled from her lips to press like damp cloth over his nose and mouth. Panic fluttered in his chest as he struggled to draw breath, but he quashed it and forced himself to still. Surely she would not kill him? If Morgoth wanted him dead, he would have killed him at the false parley.

But as she bent again to feed on his blood and the suffocating shadow wrapped tighter around him, that flutter forced its way out from his control. He couldn't breathe, and he threw himself against the chains in futile desperation, trying to reach her, to reach his face, anything to bring back air. He barely heard her whistling laugh over the thundering of his own panicked heart, and dark oblivion soon claimed him.

Thuringwethil swept her shadows back under her wings before pulling the barbs free from the unresisting elf and licking at his raw wounds. He hung senseless in the chains, wheezing and blood-smeared, but she didn't spare him a glance as she glided from the cell. He would live, and she would be sure to return. Thû had not lied about this one.

#torture cw #maedhros #thuringwethil #the silmarillion #silmarillion fanfiction #silm fic #silmarillion writers' guild #silmfic #tolkien fanfic #tolkien #silmarillion #maitimo #nelyafinwe #nelyafinwë #nelyo #nelyafinwe maitimo #nelyafinwë maitimo

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nobunsonpesach · 6 months

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Would love to request chubby nelyo? Heeheee

Ah, of course! The poor meow meow has been through enough, he deserves a treat (as part of treatment) 😭❤️‍🩹

#fat art #fat elves #silm art #maedros #nelyafinwë #nelyo

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ladyofthestarlight · 3 months

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Maedhros with a bravant horse?

#maedhros #Nelyafinwë #russandol #maitimo #feanor #son of feanor #sons of Feanor #silmarillion #silm #the silm #the silmarillion #tolkien

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caliawen · 8 months

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Childhood Crush

Pairing = Finrod x Mairafinwë (OC)

Genre = General audiences

General ratings = pure fluff <3

Content warnings = none

Word count = 1,9k

Notes = Hi, yes, hello 🫣 It has been a while, hasn’t it? Anyway, I found my inspiration back and I’ve finished this piece in time for day 5 of @tolkienocweek ! The prompt was ‘shipping’ so it was in theme and I thought ‘why not?’ Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Finrod never lacked love. He was loved, and he loved back. He loved his father, his mother, his brothers, his sister, his grandfather, his uncle (uncles, sometimes, but he didn’t see Fëanáro much. He was still cool, in Finrod’s eyes. He always received little gifts from his uncle when he visited. It was a little secret between them, because for some reason, Fëanáro didn’t want Arafinwë to know. Finrod thought it funny, because Arafinwë was aware, but pretended he didn’t.) loved him back.

However, as he turned around five (in men years), he noticed something. His father kissed his mother and looked at her with Starry Eyes. His uncles all looked at his aunts like that too, Uncle Fëanáro with Aunt Nerdanel and Uncle Ñolofinwë with Aunt Anairë. He saw teenagers do that, too. And he didn’t understand. Why did they do that? It was so weird!

So he asked his mother and she replied something that didn’t make sense at the time. She said : “People kiss each other and look at each other with ‘Starry Eyes’ because they love each other, dear.” Finrod looked at her dubiously. What did she mean, ‘It’s because they love each other’! Finrod loved his brothers, but that didn’t mean he looked at them with Starry Eyes and kissed them on the mouth!

It was when he turned ten (in men years), that he understood what his mother had meant. He was with his family at a banquet organized by his grandfather Finwë. For once, miraculously everyone was getting along, and then, he saw her. Seated between a teenager Makalaurë and a small Turcafinwë, sat the most beautiful girl Finrod had ever seen. She had long silver hair, just like Lady Míriel (Finwë kept her portrait in his study) and gray eyes like Fëanáro. To be honest, she was the perfect replica of Lady Míriel, but with Finwë’s eyes.

Finrod felt his face get hot, before he averted his eyes. But then, he found his eyes drawn back to her. He couldn’t help but admire her beauty. Finrod didn’t understand at the time why he felt so drawn to her. She was just a normal girl! But that was where he was wrong, because she was the only daughter of Fëanáro. And it was well known that his children are everything but ‘normal’.

He stole glances at her, greedily looking at her eyes and hair and cheeks and smile and- everything. He looked at her everything and felt weird inside.His heart thumped loudly and his stomach felt like it was dancing. He wondered why he was feeling this way.. It was then that they made eye contact. Gray eyes meeting blue ones, holding each other, drowning in each other.

Later on, when Finrod grew restless of sitting and listening to the adults talk about boring things, he got up and went to the gardens. The cool night air was like a balm to his still hot cheeks. He looked towards Telperion, sighing as he felt tiredness come over him. Normally, he’d be in bed by now. It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy he could stay up late, but he really wished they were back home. He missed the feeling of the ocean breeze on his skin and the salty air. At the same time, he felt overjoyed at seeing his grandfather and Tirion again. The city was wonderful and a delight to his eyes. Art was everywhere and people were kind.

He was startled out of his thoughts by the most beautiful voice he had ever heard (after Kanafinwë’s, of course, but not that he’d ever admit it).

“Hello!”

Finrod whirled around, cheeks heating up as he saw her.

“H-Hi!” He replied, his eyes widening as she smiled at him.

“You’re my cousin Findaráto, right?” She asked, her eyes twinkling in the silvery light of Telperion.

“Uh, yes!” Finrod stuttered out, feeling nervous for.. some reason. She smiled at him, extending her hand.

“I’m Mairafinwë. Pleasure to meet you!” She said and he shook her hand. Mairafinwë… The name was exactly like her : beautiful, graceful, a joy to look at..

~~~

Since that night, Finrod found himself visiting Mairafinwë often : he had gained a friend. She was funny, witty, calm and talented. Their beautiful friendship blossomed and they became closer.

“Don’t move!” Mairafinwë tsked, frowning a bit at Finrod. He sighed, going back into his original position.

It had been two years since they had met and Mairafinwë had invited Finrod over at her father’s house. After talking for a few hours, she had proposed to sculpt him. Finrod, overjoyed, had agreed. Mairafinwë was good with her hands, he had seen the sculptures she made. Of course they were pretty, she learned from the best : her mother, Nerdanel. What he didn’t expect was that it would take so long to sculpt him.

He squirmed in his seat again, admiring Mairafinwë as she worked. The light that came in by the tall windows caressed her skin, making her look softer than normal. Her long silver hair was thrown up into a bun as she worked diligently, frowning in concentration. She kind of looked like Fëanáro when she was working : the same frown, the same twitch of the lips, the same analyzing eyes.

“Can we take a break?” Finrod said, sighing. Mairafinwë looked up and Finrod’s heart skipped a beat or two, his cheeks darkening. She sighed, putting down her tools.

“Alright, alright. We’ll take a break.” She said, smiling. She was as beautiful as always and Finrod found himself unable to look away from her.

When she took his hand and giggled as she dragged him outside, he thought he understood what his mother had meant all those years ago.

~~~

Finrod knew that Mairafinwë was older than him, of course. It wasn’t by that much, but it frustrated him to no end when people whispered that he looked like a lost puppy following her around. He was fifteen (in men years)! It wasn’t fair that people thought he wasn’t deserving of her!

Finrod had recognized that he liked Mairafinwë, maybe even loved her. He hadn’t done anything about it, yet. He was determined to court and woo her properly, but he didn’t have the right ideas at the time.

He almost had a heart attack when Nelyafinwë and Kanafinwë approached him with matching grins. They were usually the ones who were the most respectful and didn’t throw pranks, so to see them approaching him like that, he knew that something was going to happen.

Finrod wanted the ground to open up and swallow him when they told him that they knew he liked their sister. However, he perked right up and all his embarrassment was forgotten when they gave him a list of things Mairafinwë found romantic and liked to do that they had roped Turcafinwë into getting for them. He thanked them profusely, before having the scare of his life when their expressions turned grim.

“We support you courting our sister, Findaráto, but listen to my words and listen well.” Maedhros started.

“If we find out you broke her heart, for whatever reason it is, you will pay.” He said, a frown etched on his handsome face.

“Are we clear?” Maglor’s ethereal voice sounded stern.

“Yeah, of course!” Finrod said, a bit fearful. He almost had whiplash from how fast their demeanours changed as their expressions turned happy once more. Maedhros clapped him on the shoulder, smirking.

“Good luck.” He said before they left him with his thoughts.

~~~

Finrod had successfully started to court Mairafinwë. Dates had been arranged and he was happy, and so was she. The threshold of hand-holding had been passed and they spent more and more time together, almost attached at the hip.

Everything was going well. Too well.

That’s why Finrod wasn’t all that surprised when one day, returning from a date with Mairafinwë, his uncle Fëanáro approached him, saying he wanted to speak to him.

Seated in his uncle’s office, Finrod felt a bit fearful. He knew that his uncle was extremely protective of his children, everyone knew that. Fëanor looked at him pensively, saying nothing and making Finrod squirm under his intense gaze.

“Findaráto..” Fëanor started, making Finrod gulp as he tried to calm his heartbeat, his nervousness making his palm sweaty.

“Yes?” Finrod said, cursing in his head as his voice came out weak. His uncle gently smiled at him, making him calm down a little.

“Mairafinwë has told me that you have been courting for some time now.” Fëanor said, making Finrod nod in acquiescence.

“She loves you. Very much. It is.. clear that she has fallen head over heels for you. I want you to know, first and foremost, that I support this courting.” Fëanor said, tilting his head. Hearing those words made Finrod significantly calm down, his tense posture relaxing.

“Mairafinwë is someone who loves with all of her being. She is.. she is extremely like my mother in this way.” Fëanor whispered this part, his gaze turning longing for a second.

“I want to know if you love her. As in, you won’t want to leave her side in a century or two. You two are young, and there is plenty of time to grow and mature. These feelings you have for each other may change and that is alright. But I want to know now if you think it might happen.” His uncle said, making Finrod shake his head rapidly.

“No. I.. I love her. With all of my fëa. I think.. no, I know she is the one.” Finrod said, making his uncle’s lips twitch upwards. Fëanor hummed.

“In that case, I want you to know that I entrust my daughter’s heart to you. Be careful : it is delicate and bruises easily.” Finrod nodded seriously, relief washing over him as his uncle gave him his blessing to court Mairafinwë.

“However, I want you to know that if I find out you have not been treating her with the respect or adoration she deserves, or that you have made her sad, there will be consequences.” Fëanor said, a small smile on his lips to soften his words. Finrod nodded again.

That day, he left Fëanor’s mansion happy, for he had gotten his blessing.

~~~

It was a month later that Finrod kissed Mairafinwë for the first time. It was magical : something that made him feel whole in a sense and that made him giddy to think about. They laid underneath a tree on the grass, their fingers intertwined.

“I love you, Mairafinwë. I love you a lot. I… I wanted to know if you.. If you’d like to..” Finrod hadn’t thought about how he would ask her to become a couple. Well, he had, but this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. The words were all wrong in his mouth and his mind worked faster than ever to find the right words.

Mairafinwë gently put her hand on his cheek, her plump lips turning up into a smile.

“Take your time, Findaráto. I’m not going anywhere.” She softly said with that magnificent voice of hers.

“I-… would you like to.. to become a couple?” Finrod asked, almost wincing at his clumsy words. In his mind, he had imagined asking her poetically with a grand romantic gesture. Still, Mairafinwë smiled gently at him, her pretty eyes twinkling with happiness.

“I would love to.” She responded, making Finrod nearly bowl over with relief. He smiled at her and she smiled back. And he understood. He understood what his mother had meant.

When she kissed him, he felt his stomach dance and his cheeks become hot and thought : ‘How I love her..’

End notes : I hope you enjoyed! I have one story and some headcannons in the work, so I should post more often! <3

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astral-aromance · 2 years

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Necklace "Maedhros"

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joetamy · 10 months

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Managed a little doodle~<3

#Maedhros #Maitimo #Nelyafinwë #Silmarillion #Silm #Sauron #Tolkien #TheAngbandMuseum

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maedhrosmaglorweek · 3 months

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One month until Maedhros and Maglor Week! 🏰🍷

Maedhros and Maglor Week will run February 18th-24th, 2024. This is a fandom event dedicated to exploring the relationship between Maedhros and Maglor! Fanworks of all kinds are welcome (see the Event Guidelines page for details!)

Prompts:

February 18th—Day 1: Treelight

February 19th—Day 2: Trust/Distrust

February 20th—Day 3: Himring and the Gap

February 21st—Day 4: Heroism/Villainy

February 22nd—Day 5: New Horizons

February 23rd—Day 6: Respite

February 24th—Day 7: Storytelling

You can also find a handy prompt schedule here and on the blog with some suggestions for inspiration related to each prompt!

Fanworks for the event can respond to one or more prompts (interpreted however you wish), or they can be totally unrelated to any prompt, as long as there’s a focus on Maedhros and Maglor. This event is inclusive of all iterations of their relationship: please respect everyone’s interpretations and creations!

Happy creating!

(Photo by Nathan Anderson on Unsplash)

#maedhros #maglor #silmarillion #silm #the silmarillion #maemags #feanorians #kanafinwe #nelyafinwe #makalaure #maitimo #makalaurë #nelyafinwë #fëanorians #kanafinwë #maedhros x maglor #maemag #maedhrosmaglorweek

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lovefairymina · 2 months

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*Maedhros was sitting in his armchair next to the fireplace, in his private room, waiting for his wife to join him*.

*his eyes went to the wardrobe door when it opened and revealed his wife wearing a revealing dress*.

Me, giggling and twirling: what do you think of this my love?, pretty isn't?. I plan to wear it tomorrow festival.

Mae, shocked: what!!, no you are not wearing this!.

Me: oh come on mae, I like it and it's quite comfortable

Mae, about to whimper: please love, choose another one.

Me:*I laughed at him as I went to sit in his lap*: oh mae, I was just messing with you, this dress is only for your eyes to see it on me.*kisses his cheek*.

Nervously chuckling as you walked away to head into the closet, he slumped into the chair and shut his eyes. A loud exhale left his body as he found satisfaction. “You are surely testing my patience, melda because I was not prepared to fight someone if they stared too long.”

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

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dalliansss · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Finrod Felagund | Findaráto/Maedhros | Maitimo Characters: Finrod Felagund | Findaráto, Maedhros | Maitimo, Angrod | Angaráto, Aegnor | Ambaráto, Orodreth | Artaresto, Edhellos | Eldalótë, Fingolfin | Ñolofinwë, Turgon of Gondolin, Fingon | Findekáno, Galadriel | Artanis, Argon | Arakáno, Elenwë (Tolkien), Idril Celebrindal Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Cousin Incest, Implied Sexual Content, First Age, Years of the Sun, Helcaraxë, Mithrim, Flashback, Cannibalism Series: Part 8 of Glissando Miscellany Summary:

Finrod pushed, because he needed to be with Nelyo. He pushed, because he loved Nelyo selfishly, irrevocably, to the death. He pushed, because in Aman he and Nelyo would forever be doomed to hide away, until duty would force them to perform acts they both had no love for. He pushed, because his malcontent would never be extinguished in Aman, where nothing ever happened – just the same beautiful day, over and over, and the spirit rotted away without knowing true life, living. He pushed, because despite the hunger, the cold and the despair, this was the first time he truly felt alive – going into the unknown, and crashing head-on against all of its terrifying, exhilarating possibilities.

#my writing #my fanfic #silmarillion #silm #silmarillion fanfic #silm fanfic #finrod #finrod felagund #maedhros #maitimo #nelyafinwë #glissando #finrod x maedhros #russingold

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grey-gazania-fic · 8 months

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Maedhros and one of his followers discuss Elrond and Elros' future. Rated G.

Galwen let herself into the kitchen, stamping snow off her boots and brushing even more from her cloak. The snow in her hair was already beginning to melt from the room’s warmth, sending an uncomfortable trickle of cold water down the back of her neck, and she scowled to herself, doing her best to wring out her ponytail.

“Well, you look a little bedraggled,” Maedhros said from his seat at the table near the fire. “What’s going on out there?”

Those boys of yours should come with a warning label, she grumbled, her signs tight and jerky with irritation. ‘Oh, please, Galwen, won’t you teach us how to walk on a rope? Pretty please?’, they said. She snorted. They nagged me about it so often that I finally said yes, and what do they do halfway through the second lesson? They decide a snowball fight would be more fun and they start pelting me with the damn things. Those little demons are a menace.

Much to her further frustration, Maedhros seemed far more amused than sympathetic. “They’re young,” he said. “And they don’t often get a chance to go outside in the winter. You’ll have to forgive them their high spirits.” He took a sip of his drink and added, “I gather you told them to pelt each other instead? Or have they ganged up on Maglor?”

It’s Maglor and Elros versus Doronel and Elrond now, Galwen said. They were building snow fortifications when I left. I can’t remember the last time I saw Doronel have so much fun, she added, thinking of her friend’s wide grin as he and Elrond began constructing an embankment to shelter behind.

Something in Maedhros’ face seemed to lighten when he heard that, and Galwen thought she knew why. Doronel was Maedhros’ second in command, a friend from his youth in Valinor, and he had long been one of the Sons of Fëanor’s staunchest supporters. But he was often troubled in the dark of the winter, sunk in a deep depression and plagued by ghostly visions of his wife, who had died years ago in the Dagor Bragollach. To know that Doronel was enjoying a bit of happiness, even if only briefly, must be even more of a relief to Maedhros than it was to Galwen herself.

“Come, join me,” Maedhros said, gesturing with his truncated arm to the bench across from him. “It’s been a long time since we had the chance to talk.”

That was true. Apart from the report Galwen had given when she’d returned from her patrol three days ago, she and Maedhros hadn’t had a real conversation in nearly a month. And Maedhros liked to know how his people were faring. After all that he, his brothers, and their people had endured together, they had come to be a tightly-knit group – all keeping watch over each other, all worrying when one of their own was struggling.

Everyone left at Amon Ereb was unshakably loyal to Maedhros and Maglor, and they in turn were equally loyal to their remaining followers. Fealty went both ways.

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