#I believe that Maedhros cared deeply about Elrond

[thesummerestsolstice]

By the time Elrond leaves for Gil-Galad's camp, he's also been handling most of the healing at Amon Ereb for years. Few of the Feanorians can heal any more, bloodstained as they are, and even as a youth, it's clear that Elrond is remarkably talented at it.

Many of the Feanorians use sleeping draughts. Some of them, especially the former thralls, are plagued by nightmares. Maglor and Maedhros are so burnt out by the oath at this point that they can barely sleep at all.

Elrond is the one who mixes the medicine, quietly in the little room they've started calling the apothecary. No one watches. He gathers most of his own herbs too, from the gardens inside the fortress or the decaying land around it– no one goes with him, because the elves will be noticed by Morgoth's forces and attacked, but somehow, Elrond always slips by unnoticed.

Elrond leaves to get supplies. Elrond comes back. Elrond makes the sleeping draught, every afternoon. Maglor and Maedhros– and plenty of others– drink it without question every evening. They wake up the next morning, and there Elrond is, smiling and asking how they slept.

To most of the Feanorians, who've already started whispering about Elrond's kindness, this doesn't seem strange.

But Maedhros wonders. Maedhros knows that it would be near impossible to tell if the herbal draught had been tampered with. Maedhros knows that many of the herbs around Amon Ereb are poisonous, even lethal. Maedhros knows that the forested lands around Amon Ereb, sick as they are, would gladly shelter Elrond and Elros all the way to Gil-Galad's camp.

Maedhros knows all these things. What he doesn't know is why. Why Elrond stays, why Elrond helps them. And part of him– the part worn down by everything that's already happened to him– is suspicious of that. But he still takes the sleeping draught every night. And Elrond is still there every morning. And Maedhros never quite works up the courage to ask.

[thelordofgifs]

Congrats on 300 followers! Fic prompt if you want: Maedhros has been released from mandos because of Reasons but maglor is still MIA in middle earth and mae has Some Thoughts about this

Thank you for the prompt, anon! Sorry it's been *check notes* a month and a half.

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Maedhros was almost the last of his family to return to life; only his father still lingered in the depths of Mandos, and would, some said, until the end of the world itself.

Maedhros found he cared very little about this. He had spent too long, in his first life, reminding himself that he was Fëanor's son, and Fëanor's heir, with all that entailed; and it had led him in the end only to ruin. Perhaps, this time around, he might do better. If even Curufin could walk again with the wife he had disavowed, and the son who had disavowed him – if Celegorm, who had wronged an elf-maid so cruelly, could hunt with Aredhel of all people once more – perhaps there was hope.

Well, there was more than hope: there was Fingon, who had been waiting for him when he first emerged from the Halls of Mandos. With the solid weight of Fingon's warm hand in his, Maedhros had begun to believe that living again would be possible. It was a belief that lasted until the first tear-filled reunion with his mother and brothers was over, and he asked, "Is Káno yet to return from Mandos?"

Everyone went very quiet.

At last someone – he did not later recall who – informed him that Maglor would not be returning from Mandos. Maglor had never died; and, as far as anyone knew, he wandered Middle-earth yet, although the Grey Havens were long since abandoned and no ship had sailed the Straight Road for many Ages of the Sun.

"I searched for him," Elrond told him, later, when Maedhros sought him out to ask. "I looked everywhere, for thousands of years. Galadriel, too, although she won't admit it. He did not want to be found."

The Maglor-of-memory was a laughing, sociable creature, whose dark eyes had always flashed brighter in company, and whose voice had always soared most sweetly before an audience. In the days of their youth – strange, now, to think that Maedhros had ever been young, although his skin was as soft and unmarred as it had been when he was a babe – Maglor had delighted in dragging him along to every concert's after-party, every impromptu poetry reading and outdoor picnic gathering as Telperion bloomed.

He had come to the Mereth Aderthad because Maedhros had asked it of him, and Maglor had always done as Maedhros asked; but he had enjoyed it, too, in a way that Maedhros, then not two decades free of Thangorodrim, could not. It was his clearest memory of the feast, now: not the careful diplomatic work he had put in between course after course of too-rich food, not the unclouded kindness of his uncle's smile, not the moonlight gleaming silver off the lake as Fingon embraced him where no-one else could see, but Maglor's clear bright laugh sounding above the chatter of the partygoers.

And even after everything had been lost, he had still loved the children they had stolen deeply; he had been happiest in their company, with one on his knee and the other nestled into his side, or as they grew older in the schoolroom learning their lessons and in training-yard as he taught them how to fight. Their few remaining followers, too, had increasingly turned to Maglor when they ran into small difficulties, for he did not shudder in disgust from those he had led into slaughter, and could yet summon up a smile when they spoke to him.

That Maglor, then, could ever choose solitude willingly! What had been done to him, who had always taken solace in the society of others?

Maedhros knew the answer to that, actually.

"I really did try everything," said Elrond, who was a venerable elf-lord now, and yet did not sound so different from the six-year-old Maedhros had met long ago.

"Yes," he said, and then he went away, unable to offer any better comfort.

It had always been Maglor who had offered comfort.

He would not be welcome in Alqualondë, even now. But the Bay of Eldamar was long, and there were beaches enough for lonely wandering here, within sight of the Sundering Sea. Long ago Maedhros had stood on the shores of Losgar and thought that name apt indeed – and although all the world was changed since that moment, the breach in his heart remained.

He knelt to dip his fingers in the salty water. Perhaps far away Maglor was doing the same. The brine would sting the burn on his blackened, withered hand, although the soft uncalloused skin of Maedhros’ palm did not protest its own submersion. Perhaps Uinen, weeping yet for the slaughtered Teleri, called up storms to disturb the glassy water as Maglor drew close; perhaps the seagulls of Elwing’s acquaintance swooped squawking at his head if he lingered in one spot too long. And did he not deserve it?

The Halls of Mandos were supposed to heal one’s spirit of its wounds, and there were few wounds deeper than those left by self-destruction. Although Maedhros knew, theoretically, how he had died, he had not thought of the moment since his return to life. Now the memory came rushing back to him: the terrible pain of the Silmaril in his hand, and the same holy light charring Maglor’s slim clever fingers as they curled around the jewel. Maedhros had led Maglor to it; he had pushed Maglor into stealing the Silmarils from Eönwë, and Maglor, unwilling, had done what Maedhros had asked of him.

“He does deserve it,” Maedhros said aloud, to the vast unfeeling Sea. “But – I did too, and—”

It had been too much to bear, the knowledge of what he had done to Maglor. Maedhros had jumped rather than face it. But he was alive now, and must reckon with this last and greatest crime: he had left Maglor. He had led his brother all throughout their miserable, bloody decline, and then he had abandoned him.

With some surprise he realised he was weeping. He had not yet shed a tear in this life; nor had he cried once in the last since the Nirnaeth Arnoediad. Maglor had wept for him, instead, had readied every brother for burial and bathed their dead faces with tears, had sung Maedhros to sleep with the laments written for their funerals. He had not been crying before Maedhros had jumped, but perhaps he had after.

Maedhros could not ask him. He would never see Maglor again.

Here, then, was the bitter truth: there were hurts yet past healing, and wrongs that the fire could not sear away. Maglor was gone, and it was Maedhros’ fault – and though he might mourn here forever, wandering the shores of Aman in some fruitless attempt to shadow his brother’s steps, it would not suffice to bridge the endless waters that lay between them.

What was left, then, in the face of that terrible self-knowledge? Only the sound of the lonely wind, which, try as he might, would not carry the sound of Maglor's voice to his ears, and the tang of salt upon his lips, and his tears falling vainly in the thankless Sea.

[transsexualhamlet]

2, 5, 6, 17 for silm :33

my goodness!! asks for me!!

fandom ask game

2- my three favorite characters and why I love them so much

You cant make me do this. This is so incriminating dear fucking lord

I really like I have a lot more favorites than this I promise I appreciate the good hardworking men and elves that don't kill people. But my top three are Sauron, Melkor, and Fëanor, with Túrin and Maedhros tied in fourth.

The reason that I love Melkor first of all is that Tolkien is a Catholic and I feel the need to sympathize with the fantasy devil because his original intentions were extremely relatable and I think he was right to rebel against them, and the reason most of the things turned out the way they did was directly because God Wanted Them That Way. And just as much so, I love seeing him go down that path of destruction and slowly lose more and more of himself to his hunger, anger, and pain. He's also just a fucking pathetic loser and I like to make fun of him.

Liking Sauron obviously goes hand in hand with Melkor, but I must place him in the #1 spot because there is much more material to work from about him. What is compelling about him is not only in the beautiful handcrafted bdsm servant/master relationship he has going on, but the descent of how he slowly becomes Melkor as the ages go on. I could obviously go on about this at length, but in short, seeing the way in which he grieves is endlessly terrifying. He's got everything. He's a tumblr sexyman. He's a furry. He's allergic to women. He's a cult leader. He's a weeping widower. He lost a fight to a dog.

As for Fëanor, he's just a deeply complex and deeply flawed character. The word that always comes to mind with him is catalyst. He is the reason the events of the Silmarillion occcur. He is an anomaly, so horrifically overpowered and overproductive he singlehandedly started a fucking world war. And yet despite the immensity of his hubris you cannot say that the results of his choices have not had profoundly positive impacts on the world. It is unimaginable to see what the landscape would looklike without him. He is insane. He BURSTS INTO FLAMES AND DIES

Little blurbs for Maedhros and Túrin too , just cause I really do care for them. Everyone loves Maedhros, so I can just gesture to the rest of the fandom for that, but there's so little Túrin love. It's very easy to explain why I like him. It's because he's literally Hamlet. Túrin is Hamlet. I'm so sorry.

5- the scene from it that lives in my head rent free

Obviously we all love the dramatic mythical History Moments but I must highlight two of the most stupid ass fucking scenes I will never get over.

Sauron sending out a comedically large number of increasingly ferocious werewolves to fight Luthien's bitch ass dog and then eventually revealing his hot werewolf form only to be immediately curbstomped and made to listen to the most soulcrushing diss track in the world about his relationship with Melkor

Melkor showing up 20 feet tall to Fëanor's doorstep ready to give his extensive presentation on, to summarize, "can i try rizzing you up. pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease", only to be insulted and have the door slammed in his face

6- which is my favorite platonic or familial relationship in this world

Perfect question for the Silmarillion because fucking everyone is related even the people who are married to each other. But seriously the importance of familial relationships in this thang is immense

I believe it would have to be the relationships between the sons of Fëanor, especially Maedhros and Maglor, the power duo of kinslaying bros. The relationship between them and their father as well as between Maedhros, Maglor, and Elrond + Elros is honestly just as important to me. These are evidently a fandom favorite. It's so fucking heartbreaking I can't do it I love doomed siblings so fucking much my fucking god. And the parenting and the generational trauma and the fatal flaws and AAAARGH.

17- the worldbuilding aspect of the story I have greatest admiration for.

You can't not have admiration for the sheer fucking scale of Tolkien's goddamn world. Not just the quantity of it, but in the attention to detail, the decades of work gone unpublished until after his death, the purposeful folkloric and language resources he uses to create it. I don't need to say more about this it's quite evident.

tysm jd you're aweoseome and cool

[ellrond]

Would you mind explaining the post where you say it´s canon that Elrond doesn´t like Maglor and Maedhros?

Because if it is I missed a lot in the books, as I remember it Maglor found the twins and named them Elrond and Elros (star doom and star foam), they probably had other names before, and they kept them even after Maglor and Maedhros left, not to mention the famous quote "as little might be thought love grew between them"

(another version of this quote "For Maglor took pity upon Elros and Elrond, and he cherished them, and love grew after between them, as little might be thought-")

I do see that it could kinda work with Maedhros if you look away from other versions such as the one where Elros doesn't exist "But Maidros took pity upon her child Elrond, and took him with him, and harboured and nurtured him-" where it´s up for the reader if Maedhros really cared for Elrond and if it were returned.

I mean no insults as I´m just curious about your understanding of it and I´m deeply sorry if it comes off as rude that´s not the intention.

Nowhere in canon does it say that Elrond liked or disliked Maedhros and Maglor. I like the quote “love grew after between them, as little might be thought” because it leaves it up to the reader to decide whether that means a surprisingly huge amount, or the smallest amount.

Love does not always mean like, and doesn’t always mean healthy.

Anyway I said in my post that I would make Elrond my mouthpiece for my own dislike which I hope indicates that I’m aware it’s not exactly accurate.

I just have enormous problems with stans of “kidnap fam” stuff because it often lacks so much nuance. Like even the name!! As if Elrond and Elros saw M&M as fathers! Even the popularised name for the dynamic is so incredibly biased it’s so annoying. Yeah Maedhros harboured them yeah Maglor raised them but why is that? Because they are the reason the twins had no family left. The Havens were exterminated along with everything and everyone Elrond and Elros had ever known and loved.

Regarding their names, a few accounts say that Elrond and Elros were the names given by Maglor but as with many things within the legendarium it’s not a certainty, I do not believe that.

I’m acc sick of the dynamic being so undisputed so I’m balancing the scales by being a nasty hater 🫶

[adanedhel]

Writing prompt! First line: Elrond was not entirely certain what he was doing.

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Elrond was not entirely certain what he was doing. And well, Elros could not claim he was sure either. It was… a bad idea, perhaps. But they had already started, and now they weren’t about to give up.

“I don’t believe the recipe was supposed to go like this,” Elros frowned, lifting his spoon and letting the watery batter dribble back into the bowl.

“We must have missed something, then,” Elrond said, as he scanned over the page of the cookbook yet another time. They were hard at work, trying to make breakfast for their fathers. Atya Maglor and Atar Maedhros had been especially sad lately, and though the twins couldn’t figure out why, it was not unusual for them to fall into a slump a few times a year. Sometimes Atar especially would shut himself in his room for days, and neither of them would see or hear from him, only Atya would be able to talk to him or get him to eat.

Well, now Atya was struggling too, so it was up to the boys to make sure their fathers were fed and cared for. Although, neither of them had ever actually cooked before, and certainly not something with so many steps.

“Perhaps cakes were an ambitious first try,” Elrond muttered, looking into the bowl. Something sweet always cheered him up, but they wouldn’t be cheering anyone up if they couldn’t figure out how to fix their mess before their fathers woke up.

“What are you boys doing in here?” Uh-oh. Too late.

Both of the boys stammered trying to come up with an excuse, expecting to be chastised for fooling around in the kitchen when they were always told never to do so without adult supervision. Maglor looked at them, seemingly stunned for a moment, before absorbing the situation and letting out an unexpected laugh.

“Oh, boys, I’m sorry. Have I not been feeding you enough? You are growing, after all.” He sighed, and though he looked deeply tired, he was smiling.

“Um, actually, Atya,” Elrond began, “We thought you and Atar might want-- that you might be hungry--”

“We thought maybe we would make something special for you,” Elros supplied, “For a change.”

Their Atya’s eyes softened even more, and he placed a hand on the top of each of their heads, “That’s very thoughtful, my shining stars. You seem like you could use some help though.” He eyed their soupy bowl of batter.

“Um, maybe a little,” Elros wrinkled his nose, and mixed the goo around.

Maglor ended up dumping the batter, and starting over, walking them through each step, and letting them do most of the work. He lit the stove however, and did most of the actual cooking, though he let them take turns standing on a stool to flip the cakes over. Before long they had a tall stack piled onto a plate, and they steamed beside the stove while Maglor cooked a pan full of bacon, and the boys prepared a tray with silverware and glasses and sweet syrup to top them with.

Maglor led them down the hall, balancing the tray full of dishes and food and a jug of milk, and knocked on the door briskly. There was a groan on the other side, the definite sound of Maedhros with his face buried in the pillows in the dark. Maglor tsk’ed once, and then opened the door, gesturing for the boys to go on in ahead of him.

“Wake him.” He said, and the boys smiled at each other, and ran in ahead of him to jump on their Atar’s bed until he untangled himself from the blankets enough to sit up. Maglor set the tray on a table, and walked over to the window, throwing the curtains open, and earning an even more angry groan from his sleeping lump of a brother.

“Atar! Atar we have a surprise for you, look what we’ve done! We made you something!” They cried, tugging the blankets, and in their excitement his hair as well.

“Alright, ALRIGHT!” Atar groaned and huffed, finally sitting himself up. His eyes were red, with deep-set bags underneath them. Maglor realized he must have just been crying, and his heart panged. “What have you brats got for me, then?” He said, but a smile pulled at the corner of his lips, and he ruffled their hair as he spoke.

“They’ve made you breakfast.” Maglor said, and Maedhros’ eyebrows raised in surprise.

“WE made you breakfast,” Elrond quickly interjected, “We could not have done it without him.”

“We could not have made something edible, anyway,” Elros added.

“Well, they did most of the work. I just helped.” Maglor shrugged, and lifted the tray, bringing it over to the bed, and the twins both settled on either side of Maedhros. He set it across Maedhros’ lap, and set himself across from him on the bed, crossing his legs under him.

As they ate together the boys told Maedhros all about the things he had missed in the past few days, and how much fun they had cooking, and how much they loved him and wanted him to cook with them next.It  was the first time since the day their father died, that Maglor had seen his brother smile on the anniversary of his death. He thought to himself, If we cannot be with our Atar, at least they can have theirs, today.

[elvellonath]

In Defense of Earendil - Meta

Okay, so I’ve written this rant in response to some things I’ve seen concerning Earendil, and considering I play an Earendil I can’t exactly leave it unspoken. It’s long as fuck, so please know that before you click the read more, but as a long story short I will say this:

Earendil is a complex character who should not be so simply looked at. He’s not a villain, and the fact that everyone seems to have little compassion or consideration for him as a character should be thought over twice. Now to each his own, but do not expect me to sway on this without a well thought out explanation from any haters. Don’t bother if you haven’t looked at Earendil from his point of view.

Before we begin, I would like to say a few words concerning Earendil. I know the fandom is split between two factions: Those who believe that the Feanorians were wrong to adopt Elrond & Elros, and those who believe that Earendil was a shit father to begin with and have no respect for him whatsoever. Both of these, I might add, are completely and totally biased, and are far too one dimensional for me to give any credence to. While I will not disagree that Earendil could have done better, I would like to point out a few things in both arguments that are amiss.

Namely:

Think out side the box

Now, let's start with facts and counterpoint that second statement of Earendil being a shit father.

Earendil's Heritage.

This is a factor that gets so often overlooked when those who have this argument look at Earendil. For starters, he is of the house of Finwe. The house of Finwe was --clearly-- a house of those who were incredibly familycentric. More specifically, the house of Fingolfin is from where he hails, and just by the interactions of all the rest of the family with each other it's clear that no matter what family always came first. Always. That being said, Earendil was raised by Idril, daughter of Turgon, and frankly I doubt Idril would have raised her son to be the prick so many seem to think. Here's further proof of the family itself: Fingon.

Fingon, who when everyone was angry with the Feanorians and wanted nothing to do with them went into enemy territory to save his cousin. Fingon, who was so greatly loved, who had his own faults, but it's clear he was admired etc. You see where I'm going with this? Shall I list all of Earendil's family who by proxy would have affected him with the stories of them, who show the very grain of how Finweians think of family? No? I'll go on then.

Secondly, the house of the Edain-- fucks sake, just look at every single person from these houses from Turin to Haleth --there is a line of loyalty and family honor which is so deeply ingrained in these houses there's no way that Tuor didn't put that same family value in his son in any way, shape, or form.

Proof of this in Earendil himself? Mom and dad sail off, and Earendil builds a ship to find them because it's his parents, and for whatever reason he's trying to get them back. Now this has a drawback: frankly he married a woman who was nowhere near his equal in family ties, probably because her own family was slaughtered when she was a small child. Now Earendil had his faults, I'll give anyone that, spending so much time away from growing children is something that can harm them. HOWEVER, let us consider things from his point of view.

He marries Elwing, he has a wife, his parents sail to the west and NO FURTHER WORD IS HEARD FROM THEM. His family and therefore his upbringing would demand that he has answers, that he makes sure everything is alright, etc, etc. Now, he has kids, kids who he worries about and doesn't abandon, he leaves them with his wife. I repeat: he didn't abandon them. It would be against his very grain. His very upbringing. He left his children with someone he loved and trusted, with someone who he believed would do what was best, and I'm sure he visited in between months at sea.

My own father was in the navy when I was very young, and he was gone for almost a year at a time, I won't lie and say it didn't affect me --it did-- but that didn't mean he was a bad father. There's plenty of people who can say the same I'm sure, who were raised with men who weren't around much. Men who didn't have a choice. But that doesn't mean the father's don't love them, and in turn just because Earendil would sail away and come back, and sail away doesn't mean he didn't love Elrond and Elros. Furthermore, he left Elwing with them, which for all intents and purposes is something that every single military man does with his family. And yet no one blames them.

Here's another aspect that should go into his character and should be understood. Think for a few seconds one specific character that is mentioned by name that Earendil looked up to and loved.

Ecthelion.

Now we don't know much about Ecthelion, but in general it's clear what sort of elf he was. He was the type of elf that was looked up to greatly, the type of elf who was willing to lay down his life for the lives of everyone around him. The type of elf who stood in front of a balrog and died so that others could live.

But moving on.

The Opinion of Others on Earendil

Now this is something which should be noted for all those who condemn him: when Tolkien created Earendil as the first part of his  legendarium. Earendil's mythology was his first written part, and thereby sets the tone for the entire mythology. Entire. Mythology.

Earendil is clearly in high regard in Middle Earth, from Galadriel to the Valar themselves. The Phial of Galadriel is made from the light of the Silmaril which Earendil carried through the sky, he was known as Gil-Estel ...the star of hope. Now tell me this: if Earendil was the ass that he is seen as, just why would anyone give him such high honors? Furthermore, why would Tolkien who clearly knows what a son of a bitch is like (i.e., look at Eol please), make Earendil such a centerpiece of his writing if he was as horrible as people seem to think him?

'The light of Earendil, our most beloved star'

Either Galadriel is supporting a man who was atrocious to his own kids, calls him 'our most beloved star' in complete lies, or he wasn't atrocious to his own kids. Just Saying.

Earendils fate

This is something that boggles my mind so seriously. If Earendil gains anything, it is my compassion. Now to do this, I'm going to need you to open your mind just a fraction and look at things from Earendils perspective. Now, some might say this is conjecture, but I'm looking at the personality of Earendil as given in canon, plus some logic.

Earendil's parents leave, they sail west, and no word of them ever returns. So, he sets out to find them, which is completely reasonable given the ban on the Noldori to return to Aman. He builds a ship, and he sails off, scouring the sea as best as he can in hopes that either he'll find his parents, or if he doesn't at least he'll find some word of what might have happened to them. He leaves his wife and children for months at a time, though comes back because he loves and misses them (because he would, people), though he's driven to have this one last loose thread closed.

He sails off one time, and he is completely cut off from the mainland, and the next thing he knows a swan lands on his ship, and the next morning this swan turns into his wife. Naturally he asks what happened, and naturally she answers him with her side of the tale of what happened in Sirion. Given his drive over his parents disappearance, I doubt he'd take a "oh I left when the feanorians (who were provoked by Elwing, don't forget) were going to kill me"

"What happened to our sons?" he probably asks, as would be normal. And here is where it's questionable just what the answer was, but based on his reaction I think we can probably guess that somehow he got an idea that their sons were no longer alive for him to rescue. Why do I say this? because he immediately sets sail for Valinor, not caring for the ban, and intending to plead to the Valar to intervene because this is getting out of hand.

Is this the reaction of a father who doesn't give a shit about his kids and abandoned them? No. this is the reaction of a father who is so grieved by what he probably believes is the death of his kids, that it gives him a mission, it gives him a purpose beyond his parents, and whether or not he'll succeed he's gonna die trying. He sails west, and he begs the Valar to intervene, and they do.

Things happen, yadda yadda, war of wrath etc. The Valar then give Earendil a choice: immortality or mortality. Earendil wanted mortality, which would mean he'd be sent back to middle earth. Elwing wished for immortality, and due to his love of her he chose immortality himself.

And here is where I wonder how the fuck nobody has any compassion for him.

What happened to Earendil? Was his ending a happily ever after? Hell. No. Earendil was given a fate that in many ways sucks. Think about it. His immortal life is spent alone, sailing the sky with the silmaril which he's given custody over, he gets to look down on everything that happens, and who knows how he responded when when he first found out his kids were alive. He gives hope to others, but has anyone ever considered what it must be like for him? He sails the skies, a hero to so many-- but to quote The Song of Achilles 'give me one hero who was happy'.

Then consider thousands of years pass, his one son is forever parted from him because he chose mortality, his other son eventually sails to Valinor, imagine all that time that they had lost that now must be caught up on. Like he should incite your compassion, people, not your contempt.

The Feanorians

Something that frustrates me is the idea that to support Earendil must mean that one cannot like Maedhros and Maglor for what they did. This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. I adore what the Feanorians did for Elrond and Elros, the adopting of the twins when I read it actually helped me to fall in love with them so much. It was beautiful how admidst this blood and terror there was a moment that they took, and they did some good. The fact that Elrond is the way he is in later installments because of them is beautiful.

In addition, the Feanorians had the same family oriented thinking that Earendil might have had people. Just something of note.

But to villainize either the Feanorians OR Earendil as if to say one had to be wrong because the other was right is absolutely absurd. Tolkien didn't do it, so why does anyone else? There's a complex situation here, people, there's a situation that should be thought of from all sides. Earendil is no villain. The Feanorians are not villains. They all played their parts, and when their part was over it was passed to someone else.

Conclusion:

Do not look at Earendil so simple minded, or we will have issues. He is as complex of a character as any other character in Silmarillion, and should be treated with the same respect anyone might give Sauron, or Finwe, or Feanor, or Fingolfin etc. etc. etc. 

Therefore, think. Just think. Take yourself out of your shoes and put yourself in his for a moment. If you can't do that, then I'm sorry, I don't know what else to say to you. Hate is an immature response, and born from not taking in enough facts. That’s all I have to say on it.