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The stranger’s face is indeed fair and speaks of nobility, the one given by more than blood, gold, and pride. In some odd way he’s almost reminded of a young Turukàno. A sharp lance of pain stings his chest at the memories that such a thought brings, yet he dispels them. Had not been for the man’s features, that remind Maedhros faintly of Bor’s people he might be one of the Edain.  The white robes he wears are touched on the brim by fine embroidery and the sword he bears, even though its metal shines pristine, is clearly more well cared for than unused. This man might be weary, but is most definitely unafraid of him for good reasons. 

While Hanguang-Jun speaks Maedhros concentrates as much on the smells carried by the wind as on his words. Still the breeze speaks of mountain air and something akin to the aromatic resin Bor’s people burnt during their rituals, albeit more refined. There is no sign of the sweetish decay that might accompany one touched by Morgoth or Thauron.  Not that those are he only ones he should be wary of, as the last battle showed all too well. 

Smiling faintly, more for politeness than to make this stranger at ease, Maedhros inclines his head once more. “A star shines on the hour of our meeting, Hanguang-Jun of the Gusu Lan Sect. Forgive me if I have mispronounced your name but, as you understood, I am indeed a stranger in this land. My name is Maedhros of the house of Fëanor.” 

The words ‘Lord of Himring’ are almost on his tongue and they taste of bile as he swallows them. Despite his relaxed expression the Noldo’s eyes are  focused on any flicker of expression or awareness that might show in Hanguang-Jun’s gaze. If this is an enemy of his it would mean that he is not far from Ossiriand and what is left of his people. 

“I seek to reunite with my people in Ossiriand.”  It would be unwise to let this stranger know how utterly lost he truly is. 

Masks surprise at seeing his clothes and appearance yet approaches him and nods his head politely without letting him out of his sight and keeping his hand inconspicuously near his sword. "Greetings, warrior. May I ask who are you and.. whose kingdom is this?" (apologies, doesn't really count as an advice but: for the lolz XD)

As was his habit in these recent years, Lan Wangji traveled often alone to the furthest villages of the Gusu Lan Sect territory and assisted whenever they requested it. Travelers along the road were not an uncommon sight, especially leading to the port towns along the river that flowed downward to the sea. It was on his return journey to the retreat of his Sect in the heights of the mountains stretching above that he came upon a stranger.

This man is different than any others he had encountered, and Lan Wangji spares a glance his way even as he was still distant from him and walking his opposing direction on the road. He was imposingly tall with hair a shade he had never laid eyes on before and dressed outlandishly, and carrying himself in an impressive way. There was something about this man that Lan Wangji cannot place - but it is the same feeling he has around the Immortal ones, the cultivators who achieved such a strong cultivation base that they achieved the highly sought status of immortality. 

Curious, but unwilling to disregard such a mysterious man as they cross paths, Lan Wangji calmly stops and steps to the side of the road to allow the man ample room for passage. He wears his sword at his hip even as he carries his own in his hand.

The question asked of him gives him plenty more of his own, but he does not ask them. His lack of common, customary greeting certainly marks him as a foreigner, and he cannot begin to imagine from where and what trade it was that brought him here. However, he is disinclined to make such corrections to a foreigner or hold it against him.

“Greetings,” he answers unobtrusively. “This is Gusu, of Suzhou. I am Hanguang-Jun, of the Gusu Lan Sect.” He pauses, watching the face and expression of the man before him. “You are unfamiliar with this region,” he conjectures. Even if he is lost, he seems like he could take care of himself. “What is your destination?” 

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Maedhros at Himring. 

@cinemairon - this is the present I couldn’t finish on time! I never dared paint Nelyo before this because he’s so freaking awesome… but I know you love him so… I tried my best! happy belated birthday!

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Heyyy! big fan here !Just want to say your blog its cool ! May i ask you if you got time of course to draw Maedhros half naked -wanna see his (FRONT) abs - he wasnt accidentaly called Well shaped one ;) (he is my bae).Thanks !

Sorry for waitingI hope you like it 

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【Silmarillion】Feanor. 

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I JUST WANTED TO SKETCH FINGON’S HAIR but I am weak and my hand slipped

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Hi, I just wanted to tell you that I discovered your tumblr by chance the other day and I've been hooked, I've spent my weekend reading your posts! You write Maedhros beautifully.

Thank you so much Anon!You are too kind, I’m flattered to know you enjoyed yourself.Thanks again for your kind words.  

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The touch of his hand, of his blade (you haven’t deserved his hand yet), is light, barely more than a sudden caress, yet it leaves behind a trail of excruciating pain, yet another line of agony etched over your skin. If the pain weren’t so strong you might even be able to appreciate the elegance of the design that has bloomed over the days, covering your entire torso. He let you know that, times and again, the silk of a poisonous calm barely hiding his savage pleasure; like a spider in her web.

((Under the cut for violence/gore/sadism/EVERYTHING))

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Maedhros and the March.

I cannot help but think that Maedhros’ choice of territory has deeper meanings than the ones the text gives us, many which a slightly superficial reading of the text will not show us.  On one hand there is surely the need to avoid confrontation between the most radical sides of his followers and Fingolfin’s, still his is far from humility. He is placing himself and his brothers in a position that makes him utterly indispensable to Fingolfin, without their fortresses the elves would be vulnerable to encircling manoeuvres, which are, in fact, exactly what becomes extremely dangerous in the Bragollach once Hitlum and Maglor’s gap fall.  He is trading a political authority that has become shaky at best, not only he seems to lead his brother on his own, but Finrod goes as far as calling himself king and having policies that are incredibly similar to the ones a king beholden to his own choices only would have, Turgon disappears without warning and Fingolfin on his own cannot enforce battle plans, all of this in exchange for a peace that allows more than four hundred years of siege of Angband and a very strong voice in politics. 

This is why Maedhros is good at diplomacy, by giving up a crown that had indeed a great symbolic value, but had lost much of its power he gains not only a peace that is indispensable to fight Morgoth, but the possibility to gain a non indifferent political value, albeit at the cost of taking risks. Still this bet works and gains him and his brothers significant military power, and thus a very strong voice in politics. Not to mention: Curufin’s friendship with the Khazad  and Maedhros’ own rescuing of their king gained him the alliance of dwarves, who are nothing short of fundamental in the Nirnaeth (the battle is lost, but without them stopping Glaurung and wounding him the armies of the elves would have met a much worse fate).

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Maedhros+ D1 (that guy needs some happiness in fanarts! XD)

I totally agree, @doegred!

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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.  - The Silmarillion

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做个设定练习——Maedhros

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//Hiatus still ongoing.

I have come back from Sweden and things are a bit hectic now with uni and family.

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"Monsters are even more scary when you see them afraid."

meme: a softer world sentence startersfor: @askrossiel

The corners of Maedhros’ mouth rose slightly in a smile that seemed calm, but hid a cold edge.

“Such broad statements are rarely true, young maid. What is more I know, as a matter of fact, that this one happens to be, in fact: false.”A glimmer of amusement passed in his eyes as the Noldo bent slightly over the elleth’s figure, his smile still as courteous as the one he had used in the halls of Tirion. The Noldo’s voice lowered to an almost friendly conspiratorial tone.“It depends on what they are looking at.”

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a softer world sentence starters.

❛ some people are so good at disappearing that you start to doubt your memories that they were ever there. ❜ 

❛ how do you say goodbye to someone who was never there? ❜

❛ i don’t want a world without pain, or loss. i just want them to mean something. ❜

❛ there are some people who believe a photo captures their soul. ❜

❛ if you love something let it go. ❜

❛ you were not the first, you will not be the last. ❜

❛ there are some secrets i will take to my grave, but i don’t want loving you to be one of them. ❜

❛ you can still back out before anyone gets hurt. ❜

❛ i said i’d love you forever, and really meant it at the time. i guess that’s my problem. ❜

❛ kindness won’t save anyone. ❜

❛ for a long time i thought i deserved better. but the truth is we both deserve better than this. ❜

❛ i wish there was a word that meant “goodbye” for someone who was already gone. ❜

❛ i never meant to hurt you. you have to believe me. ❜

❛ we’ll always have yesterday. ❜

❛ hope softens the rough edge of every promise. ❜

❛ love is stupid. happiness is admitting we aren’t better than stupid. ❜

❛ you can’t always want what you get. ❜

❛ i wish i had a dollar for every dollar’s worth of work i did. ❜

❛ we are empty inside and hollow. hoping something sweet will make its nest in us. ❜

❛ we’re too far from help. ❜

❛ monsters are even more scary when you see them afraid. ❜

❛ we carry our own loneliness with us. ❜ 

❛ fake happiness beats genuine misery. ❜

❛ they always trust me to be someone who i don’t even want to be. ❜

❛ i cannot see where i want to go, only that i want the going.❜

❛ you are never here. you are always almost there. ❜

❛ you and me will die the way we lived, telling ourselves stories to make it mean something. ❜ 

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Naswë (Miriel's brother and Lord of Formenos) believes that a Noldo who cannot build his house himself is a silly useless idiot that souldn't have been allowed to quit his/her parents house. And by build I mean "start digging because you are going to do EVERYTHING yourself lad".

meme: Tell me a fact about your OC & I’ll tell you something related about mine.for @calendille

Maedhros thinks that an architect, like a king, a general, or anyone with a work that is based on planning a cohesive strategy for a variety of different professional figures, must have a good idea of what the work they are asking others to perform involves. Not only to give sensible orders, but to know where and how to push for reforms. Thus Maedhros made a point of trying to learn, at least, the basics of various different professions and even ended up being not bad at some of those. That said he also thinks that, while one must know how to survive on their own, doing a less than optimal job yourself simply because you do not want to involve another is a waste of time and resources. Not to mention: is a dangerous social practice that takes away from the people’s ability to cooperate.On top of that both a king and an architect should build something lasting, so it is the duty of both to know how how to employ others that might make their work shine with their own abilities. 

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Nénlíriel loves to be dominated (pick any of your ocs :) )

meme: Tell me a fact about your OC & I’ll tell you something related about mine.for @nenindis

Nisalarcë is not repulsed by sex, she simply doesn’t feel any need for it and the intimacy of the act (at times) left her a bit unsettled and in need of some time by herself to “regroup”.