#Maedhros

[s-u-w-i]

Hair braiding 💎

Didn't really expect to finish this but in the end, I've found some time between work and even dusted off my watercolors! Been quite a while since I used them properly, huh, painting is so soothing ˘o˘

[thestaroffeanor]

Russingon as a warmup sketch that got out of hand :) hope the boys are cute enough, this is probably still in Blessed Valinor where nothing bad ever crossed their way. And if, Maitimo would just pick his tiny cuz up to carry him away :3

[papita474]

originally this was pretty nice,but for some reason the app deleted like four capes of the drawing😩... So,this is what remains,and I doesnt have any intention of finished it😔👋.

Anyways here's Mae and Finno after a party in Tirion,in the good times.

Bonus mini comic

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

You can’t tell me the idea of Curvo going ‘shit I have feelings for this woman that must mean I’m in love, gotta get married then’ isn’t 100% accurate.

[albuum]

- Подержи

Неосторожный жест Маглора

- Hold it

Maglor's careless gesture

[milkbomakes]

Gonna soft jump this account with some reposts and wanna post them firstt psppspspsp I love Russingon so much AAA

[imakemywings]

Perspective

AO3

 “Why don’t you go ahead and cut it, Nelyafinwë?” Grandfather gestured to the little almond cake he had set on the kitchen island. He had brought it back from Valmar, which made it a relative treat; it was unlike the many other sweets they often had at beck and call. Father rarely had cause to be up in Valmar unless he was lecturing, and he did not usually bring the children along when he did, nor was he one for showering them with gifts unnecessarily.

Maedhros took the knife, with Maglor watching intently (as much as he could when he could barely see the surface of the counter from his height), and cut the cake less 50/50 and more 75/25. He set the knife down and looked satisfied.

“Why have you chosen to cut it this way?” Finwë asked patiently.

Anticipating this question, Maedhros clasped his hands behind his back and answered smartly, “I am bigger than Kanafinwë. I should have a bigger piece. I have made them proportional.” The small smile on his face was nothing if not smug.

“Interesting logic,” said Finwë, nodding. He looked to Maglor, who was scowling, screwing his round little face up in preparation to start bawling, something sure to ruin the morning of everyone within earshot—which was to say the entire house. “Kanafinwë, why don’t you choose your half first?”

Maglor, ecstatic at this unexpected change of fortune, promptly swiped the much larger piece of cake and danced out of Maedhros’ reach, stuffing a massive bite of it into his mouth at once. He grinned around his full cheeks at Maedhros, who had a moment of shock, which was quickly overcome with chagrin. Ruefully, he picked up his much smaller piece of cake.

“You didn’t say you were going to do it that way, Grandfather,” he said, his voice bordering on sullen.

“Would you have cut it differently if I had?” Finwë asked. “Closer to even, perhaps?” Maedhros’ expression descended into sulking as he realized he had played exactly into Finwë’s game. “Perhaps next time you will consider things from another perspective,” Finwë suggested. Then his expression grew more serious. “As your father’s heir, and a chief representative of this house and of the Noldor, you must act always with fairness and equanimity,” he said. “Even where you desire to obtain for yourself preferential treatment. Kanafinwë is your brother, and inclined, I imagine, to forgive you the occasional bout of selfishness. But others will be less so inclined.”

Maedhros frowned and nibbled at his piece of cake. Maglor, checking first to make sure Grandfather was watching him, broke off a miniscule piece of his own and held it up with crumby fingers.

“Do you want some of mine, Nelyo?” he asked, sweet as sugar, the darling model of a generous Noldorin prince. Maedhros sighed and shook his head.

“No,” he said in a long-suffering voice, “it’s yours.”

Maglor did not offer twice, but skipped out, trailing crumbs across the hallway floor and trying to hum with his mouth full, which did not much improve the situation. Grandfather squeezed Maedhros’ shoulder on their way out of the kitchen and Maedhros sighed again.

“It seems there are a great many lessons for a prince to learn,” he remarked to Grandfather, who smiled.

“Indeed there are,” he said. “But for one thing you should be grateful, Nelyafinwë.”

“What is that, Grandfather?”

“This lesson came with cake!” And Maedhros could not argue much with that.

[seaside-wanderer]

do you ever think about how fucked up some (most) family trees are in the silm (and lotr especially since it's a remnant) like.

finarfin is celeborn's father in law, and elladan, elrohir, and arwen's great-grandfather. the twins who do nothing all day but hunt orcs endangering the royal family (you go kids! die young and/or lose a hand and/or get tortured by orcs and/or by your own kin and/or), can claim that fëanor is their great-great-uncle or something? and wouldn't he be PROUD, and wouldn't he remember that their grandfather is eärendil, and how he's also, somehow, in addition to great-great-uncle, their adopted great-grandfather through his sons?

like. I don't think someone else but elladan, elrohir, and arwen could claim that family tree. fëanor, fingolfin, and finarfin, by either adoption or blood, or both.

and it only gets worse with aragorn and arwen's children, I mean, but I refuse to fry my brain further

[eight-pointed-star]

i'm still not sure which i like more

[welcomingdisaster]

Hi hi, may I ask for number 5 of the prompt list for Maedhros and Fingon please? 👀

hi hi hi! thank you for the prompt. slight gore tw for this one. 5: where it does not hurt.

Findekáno checks the ties of the makeshift tourniquet. It is slippery with blood, tiny fragments of bone clinging to the cloth as bits of broken china. Russandol trembles against his chest, insensate; his lips move, bubbles of bloodied spit forming between them, but he can muster no sound, no word. Even his scalp bleeds, crimson mingling with his red-brown hair where he must have pulled at the roots. There is nowhere Findekáno can touch that would not hurt. 

Except for one place. Findekáno fumbles with the dark chain, but it will not give, buried too deeply under the skin of his right hand. Some part of him thinks to take up again his knife and carve it out, to leave as little to the enemy as he might. 

But there is no reason, no time. He leans forward and presses his lips against the dead fingers in goodbye, and calls to Thorondor to depart. 

[snoopysage]

practicing maedhros w colored pencil

[carmisse]

Of strategies and seductions.

Maedhros : You should try to get along with our cousins; they are kind and nice to us.

Maedhros : Angaráto has been stressed these last few days, maybe you could go see him and comfort him.

Caranthir : In his chambers?

Maedhros : What?, Why would you go to his chambers?

Caranthir : To seduce him, of course, and get him to ask for my hand from Atar who will accept his proposal, then we will marry, and thereby gaining dominion over the house of Arafinwë.

Caranthir : I must admit that political marriage is a strange strategy but it worked quite well with you and Findekáno.

Maedhros: What the fuc-

Maedhros : Carnistir, Number one; no one would ask you to seduce one of our cousins.

Maedhros : Number two; I'm not married to Findekáno because of politics, I really love him.

Maedhros : And number three, do you like Angaráto?

[adrianright]

A little headcanon that Elrond identified more as a Feanorian and a son/ward of Maglor. In the current events of The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings, Elrond wears the feanorian star as a pendant, but under his clothes. He also has an old circlet dating back to the Years of the tree that was given to him by Maedhros, the center piece was a feanorian star with a red gem in the center.

[braxix]

Maedhros: Do you want to know what terrifies me?

Maglor: What?

Maedhros: Celegorm saying "That doesn't look like a good idea."

Maglor: Oh. Oh dear. Yeah, that is terrifying.

[sweetteaanddragons]

Thank you to @thescrapwitch for tagging me in a wip game! Have another snippet of the hopefully forthcoming "Raise Them Well (Or Out of Spite)" follow up. (My AU in which Feanaro and Nerdanel end up having to raise Nolofinwe.)

. . .

“We can change his mind,” Maitimo said. “One vase off the mezzanine next to your head, and there won’t be any question of leaving you alone.” 

The nursery - for lack of a better word, that was still what they called it - was quiet, but not too quiet. He could hear the soft sounds of Makaluare and Tyelkormo breathing as they slept.

The sound was further away than it had once been. Since the room had already needed renovations after Melkor knocked a wall out, hanno had ordered that wall repaired and a different one removed to expand the room and allow them all more space.

The little ones, of course, slept near the far wall, as far as possible from both door and window. Just in case.

Farther than it had once been, when Makaluare was still an infant who cried if he was set somewhere he could not see at least one family member. He had never tolerated the crib long; as soon as his parents vanished out the door, his breath would start to hitch until Maitimo rescued him from its bars and settled with him on his own bed, carefully cradling his brother to his chest.

Farther than it had once been. Still close enough to hear.

They might not be for long.

He did not, directly, respond to Maitimo’s offer to pretend to attempt to murder him. “Did you know he didn’t like her?” he asked, staring up at the ceiling.

It felt like such a small word for an emotion so strong that it would drive hanno to leave him.

Maitimo was silent a little too long. “I wondered,” he said at last. “From some of the things we heard.”

It had been we, Nolofinwe admitted to himself. He had heard the rumors too. He just hadn’t credited them.

They had been surprised hanno looked after him. That was why he had given them no credence. They had been surprised while Nolo had felt the blazing fire of his brother’s fea wrapped protectively around his; they had been surprised while it had been the most natural thing in the world.

And so he had thought the rumors as much nonsense as so many other things.

Yet they had been right. They had been right about that, so had they been right about -

“Don’t push anything off the mezzanine,” he said, turning in the bed to face the wall. “It’s probably best I stay.”

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I'm never good at the tagging people part of this, so if you want to participate, consider yourself tagged!

[winds-of-zephyr416]

"Maedhros wondered how long it would take for a spider to eat a Vala."

(AKA i am writing a very goofy Silm AU and this line is Very Good out of context)

maybe more context if i finish the thing, idk stay tuned for that if it happens lol