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Me: Of course I know who Maedhros is. He’s my husband.

Reblog if you know who Maedhros is

I have a feeling this won’t get a lot of notes, as the majority of people only know characters from the movies (which is totally fine) but I just wanted to see.

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Me: Huh. Would you say this is accurate, Mae?

Maedhros: Oh, yes. These describe me and my brothers perfectly.

Maedhros: And I especially relate to Job now because Eru has blessed me more after my hardships than He has before. *kisses me*

Sons of Fëanor Relating to Bible Characters

Maedhros: Prince Jonathan and/or Job - Maedhros would relate to Prince Jonathan because his dad has violent tendencies/possible mental health issues and his best friend is a harp-playing warrior that eventually becomes king in his place. I don’t think I need to explain why Maedhros would also relate to Job.

Maglor: David - yet another harp-playing warrior that becomes king (for a short while in Maglor’s case), is a fan favorite in spite of the colossal mistakes he made, and also copes with depression by writing songs and singing about it.

Celegorm: Samson - would 100% do everything Samson ever done, from wrestling a lion to collaborating with foxes for arsonist purposes to using a donkey bone for a weapon to women being his kryptonite.

Caranthir: Matthew and/or Solomon - he does get rich on tolls and taxes, after all, and I’m pretty sure he would prefer the finer things in life. (I was going to put Judas Iscariot, but I highly doubt he would stoop so low as to betray a close friend/family member for thirty pieces of silver. We all know he would’ve considered that to be less than his lunch money.)

Curufin: Aaron - not in the sense that he would be a great priest, but with the whole Lúthien fiasco, he strikes me as the kind of guy that folds under peer pressure, and he could - and probably would - make a golden calf if pressured enough to do so. Celebrimbor is most certainly the same way, considering what he went through with Annatar and the Rings.

Ambarussa (Amrod & Amras): Esau - a couple of redhead hunters that may or may not trade their entire inheritance for a bowl of soup (or a Silmaril).

Do you think these are at least partially accurate?

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Maedhros: I actually have seven names, now. I’ve learned that Professor Tolkien gave me the Old English name of ‘Dœgred Winsterhand.’ And in this World, those who don’t know I’m an Elf know me as ‘Matteo.’

I mean everyone is here oooh tol redhead with four names but don't forget our Findaráto !

(actually Artafindë hardly counts as it's only the noldorin translation of telerin Findaráto but no one needs to know that do they :3)

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Maedhros: This is fairly accurate. And a few short years earlier, the baby was my Uncle Nolofinwë.

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Me: Firstly: while there is some pretty cringy fanfic on the internet, this one is not one of them. I thought it was funny. 😁

Me: Secondly: Wow. Mae, can you imagine Elrond and Elros pulling this kind of stuff with my grandmother?

Maedhros: Only if they have a d**th wish. I mean no offense, beloved, but the women of your family can be terrifying enough to have Morgoth himself running for his life.

Me: No offense taken, darling. 😊

My best friend told me that fanfic is cringe. She's right, of course, but oh well, i had to write something. Also this was written as a way of procrastinating on studying (my abi is today help) and i think that explains.... it.

There is no Title. I can't even pretend that i tried with this. This only exists to piss my friend off

“ELROND!“

It was dinnertime. The food already sat on the table, while Elros, Maglor and Maedhros sat around it. Only Elrond was still missing. Within the last few months, he had developed the annoying habit of changing his outfit, including his hair, every few hours. Unfortunately, his time-management skills were not any better then they had been previously, resulting in many long and frustratingly avoidable waits.

The aforementioned adolescent entered the room, wearing his hair in a, quite frankly, ridiculous beehive-like updo. It was already dissolving, strand by strand, but Maglor decided not to mention it (the risk of Elrond leaving the room again was too high) and instead mentioned for him to sit down.

“No need to scream, I’m here!“ Elrond plopped down onto the chair and begann stirring his gruel with his spoon. Normally, Maedhros would scold him for this, especially after he was late, but they were not on speaking terms. A couple of days ago, Elrond had claimed to have a bout of foresight about an Orc attack but only mentioned it after it. Had happened, since he claimed to have “kind of forgotten“ about it. One Elf had died in said attack, and Maedhros had not yet forgiven Elrond, so they just sat at the table in an awkward silence.

Elros broke the silence. “Maedhros, what kind of sword did you say again we could use when we get tall enough?“ “a long sword“, Maedhros responded, without thinking, before realising his mistake.

“But I already have a long sword in my...“ Elros was not able to finish the sentence before bursting into laughter, with Elrond joining in. Maglor would’ve said something, but he knew that that wouldn’t help. If it did, this would not happen every single day.

Maedhros looked even more like he had given up then usual. Maybe this had been the most tragic part of the kinslaying all along. Elrond and Elros had stopped laughing and Elrond had taken up stirring his food around once again, so Maglor decided to fill Maedhros‘ role: “Elrond, stop that and eat your food“

“Stop what? I am eating!“ Elrond kept stirring. He had gotten very defiant in response to everything he was told to do after reading a book about an Edain girl travelling around middle earth with her truly horrible stepfather after he had murdered her mother, which Elrond had read instead of the appropriate book on the dangers of food rationing in the army. Apparently, Elrond related to the girl, which, in Maglor’s opinion, was utterly unjust.

“Just eat it, for once, I beg you, without making a fuss, and then we can have a nice evening. I could even play something, if you’d like.“

“No, thank you“, Elros said, mouth full. „Unless you could play one of Daeron’s songs“

That was it. Never had he met more obnoxious, horrible, insolent children.

“Alright, that it. You will both join Gil-Galad the very second that it’s somewhat safe to travel, and if I hear as much of a SOUND of either of you for the remainder of this dinner I won’t even wait for that!“

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Maedhros: *chuckles* That is a very fond memory. All of my brothers practiced their hair braiding on me when they were elflings, so I was used to it by the time the twins came into our lives. Now Rebecca is learning Elvish braiding.

Maedhros: *suddenly sad* …As happy as I am in this World, I still miss my family very much, including Elrond and Elros. The worst of it is discovering what happened to Makalaurë after I… 😔

When Elrond and Elros were learning how to braid hair, Maglor and Maedhros had to let them use their hair for practice. The results were... well they tried. But Maglor and Maedhros had to run around, be scary and command their army while having, let's say, intersting hairdos beacuse they can't just take them out! The kids tried so hard!

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Me: As Maedhros was reading this, he proceeded to laugh so hard that he actually fell out of his chair. It’s been five minutes, and my full-grown former warlord of a husband is still lying on the floor, clutching his stomach, and laughing so hard he can barely breathe.

You know which two characters I’d love to watch interact? Fëanor and Bilbo. I just know that Bilbo would put the fear of god in Fëanor. The guy would change his name to Fëarnor after ten minutes in a room with Bilbo. Bilbo says completely out-of-pocket things every five minutes like it’s his day job. He once stabbed a pillar in Elrond’s house just to show Frodo that his sword was actually sharp as if there was no other way to do it.

That Hobbit would take one look at the Silmarils and ask Fëanor why he threw away his immortal soul for “what to me looks like a glorified matchstick, my dear fellow”. He would write a five page poem about all of Fëanor’s misdeeds from the time he broke a window as an elfling to the kinslaying, and then recite it to his face and make him give constructive criticism on the rhyme and meter. He’d say Nerdanel should have “gone for the smart one, not the pretty one”. He would say “my dear father is dead too but you don’t see me going around screaming like a banshee and killing everyone, do you?” He would tell Fëanor that many problems of the psyche can be traced to trapped wind, and inquire as to whether or not he ate anything “bean-adjacent” on the morning he made the Oath. He would ask him if he’d never heard of contraception, and suggest that he try breathing exercises next time he feels the urge to burn a ship or two. He’s mansplain Tengwar to him. He’d write a letter to Finwë telling him all this was the result of not disciplining his child at the age of five and send him a list of Supernanny-type childcare tips, “in case you want to try again, because I don’t think this world can handle underpopulation”. He’d have Fëanor crying in two minutes, I know it, I know it in my bones.

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Maedhros: @thewolflingofnoldor I am very well, thank you; I appreciate your support.

Maedhros: I found this funny because a few of my wife’s nephews spent many hours teaching me about ‘Marvel,’ so I understood that reference.

Me: …Did you just quote Captain America?

Maglor: Where's Maitimo!?

Beleg: I'll do you one better, who is Maitimo?!

Celegorm: I'll do you one better! Why is Maitimo?

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Me: *imagining these clothes on my Maitimo* Hmm… 😏

Maedhros: …I know that look. What are you plotting, wife?

Me: Oh, just thinking about making you a new outfit for the next time we score free tickets to a fantasy ball. 😁

maitimo my beloved 🤲✨ (it’s time to count how many arts of him i’ve already got)

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Maedhros: I’m still coming to terms with people of this World admiring me; how is it that so many admire Sauron?

Me: The people who admire you know you’re really a good person who regrets the mistakes you made. As for Sauron…yeah, I don’t know what anyone sees in him, to be honest.

Sauron to his admirers: stop forgiving my crimes, I have worked so hard on those!.

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Me: I said something similar in our wedding vows. Remember that, Mae?

Maedhros: *kisses the top of my head* How could I possibly forget, arimelda Rebecca? Our wedding day was the best day of my life.

Oh Mae, *sighs in content as we cuddle* I wouldn't trade you for all the stars in the night sky

“Is that so?” he quizzed, grinning from ear-to-ear at your remark. “I don't think the Lady Varda would be pleased that you chose me over her creations, however, I am.”

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Intro

Me: Hi everyone! My name is Rebecca, and this handsomely scarred Elf with me is my husband, Nelyafinwë Maitimo Maedhros Fëanorion.

Maedhros: Hello. For those of you who are wondering how I came to this World, Eru brought me here when I…foolishly cast myself into the fiery chasm with the Silmaril. Instead of burning as I intended, I collided with the hard ground in an unfamiliar city in a World called ‘Earth.’ It wasn’t long afterward that I met Rebecca, and because of her, I finally have the redemption, healing and happiness I’ve been longing for since I swore the Oath of my Atar.

Me: *kisses Maedhros’ hand*

Maedhros: I was quite shocked when I found out that an Edain from this World, Professor Tolkien, wrote books about Middle Earth, including many events that involved my family.

Me: We’re starting this blog because we thought it would be fun to interact with people who know Maedhros’ story and to share how he’s doing here on Earth. We are going to set some rules and boundaries in place; you can read those below. ⬇️

Rules/Boundaries

No overly personal questions

Maedhros: This includes our precise location, the names of our family and friends, personal contact information, or even our chosen surname.

Me: Not only are we setting this boundary for our privacy, but also for my husband’s safety. Hopefully, all that stuff about crazy kidnapping scientists performing sadistic experiments on nonhumans exists only in fiction, but we can’t take any chances of agents from Area 51 showing up and getting their clutches on Maedhros. The reason why we’re blogging on here and not on another site is because everyone will think this is fake.

SFW only

Me: I know that NSFW is popular right now, but Mae and I are pretty conservative, and neither of us are comfortable sharing details about our *ahem* intimate life.

Maedhros: *muttering* I fail to see how that is anyone’s business, anyway.

Me: Also, please keep cussing to a minimum; I have underage family members who see this blog, and we don’t want their parents getting mad at us.

No politics or hot button issues

Maedhros: The politics in this World are petty squabbles compared to what I’ve had to live through in Beleriand, and I have little patience to debate such things.

Me: And I would rather not be ‘educated’ by literal children who would eat toxic laundry detergent for an app challenge.

Don’t be mean

Maedhros: If you have the audacity to say something against my wife or her family… *takes out a bejeweled dagger and casually inspects it* then by all means, come to me directly. I would be more than happy to teach you some manners.

Me: Maedhros, put that away. And you guys, please try not to say anything intentionally hurtful. Maedhros may have left his kinslaying days behind him, but he is protective of me, and it would be unwise to provoke him.

Don’t contact for commissions

Maedhros: We unfortunately do not have the means to commission any artwork or stories for this ‘blog.’ We are living in an apartment while Rebecca is finishing her studies, and we are saving our money so we can purchase a house in the future.

Me: However, if you’re interested in creating fanart or fanfics based on this blog, you’re more than welcome to as long as you give us credit for the ideas and don’t use it for AI.

Please have grace

Me: We have lives and jobs outside of this blog, so we may not always be able to answer your questions right away. Please have patience if we take a while to respond.

Me: I think that’s it; we’ll probably add more if the need arises. We look forward to chatting with you all!

Maedhros: Yes, and may Eru bless you, friends.