#and maedhros is an orange cat

[soothingmoonlight]

@dreamingthroughthenoise

Elrond’s dream, things he lost, things he kept.

(Inspired by Jimmy Liao, Kiss & Goodbye, 2015）

I hope my grammar is not too chaotic… at least I tried.

[ikomahis]

Nothing is evil in the beginning

/ camera points at a certain ginger boi

UMMM

UUUMMMM

ok i know this is silly and makes no sense but 👀

[eight-pointed-star]

[abomination-unto-nuggan]

Sons of Feanor but they're cats

Maedhros the Long Boy

Maglor the Loud

Celegorm the Hunter

Caranthir the Grumpy

Curufin the Daddy's Boy

Ambarussa the Orange

Bonus - Celebrimbor learning about another of his family's exploits.

[starlight-incarnate]

House of Feänor as Aesthetics:

Fëanor  —  loud voice, commanding presence, analytical, natural leader, piercing eyes, foggy hillsides, black boots, tipping their head back to breathe the air, mirrored lakes and everything below the surface, tearing leaves from trees, blunt sarcasm, long dark hair, deep sleeper, rotting tree stumps, black leather jacket, songs that makes you want to create a storm, rebellious, ambition, unstoppable passion, fast trains, polaroids, empty castles.

Maedhros — walking silently, stronger due to all the stuff meant to kill them, ignoring their mental health issues, fiery red hair, crumbling marble, oversized hoodies, raw voice, lingering touches, faint music in the distance, calming down from a panic attack, long heavy cloaks, cold hands, disillusioned with the world, insomnia, unhealthy habits, sighs made visible by cold night air, strong hugs, never sleeps, loud music, freckles, dark under-eyes.

Maglor — hypnotising smiles, a broken mind, melancholy, driving through mountains and the woods, iced coffee, the faint feeling of raindrops on your cheeks, ripped jeans, tight hugs, whispered compliments, deep conversations, late night texts, nimble hands, thin blades, white lilies, vertigo, unkept journals, lightning and thunder, rhythms so raw the heartbreak is showing, shattered glass, walking alone on a cold night, silver necklaces, regret.

Celegorm — bright eyes, climbing rock formations, cold-hearted, hard breathing after running, wood cabins, gladiator arenas, wicked smiles, twisted branches, wild hair, growing more and more dangerous, night drives, adrenaline rushes, bruises, bloody cloaks, running from society, breathless laughing, that animalistic unpredictability, silver and leather bracelets, strong coffee after a sleepless night, city lights from a high rise, addiction, barking dogs, hurricanes.

Caranthir — ironic smirks, bitten nails painted black, lightning in summer, empty threats, sunglasses hiding dead eyes, thick chain jewellery, temperamental, goes to car races just to watch the crashes, deep glares, tongue/lip piercings, midnight walks, lightbulbs burning out, diamonds, crushed ice, a glint of cat eyes in the dark, gold coins in storm drains, cold hands, storm clouds rolling in, theatres, suppressed emotions, wrought iron gates, motorcycles. 

Curufin — cherries and Diet Coke, white marble, a studio apartment on the 67th floor, tattoos, neon lights, sweetened coffee, smudged makeup, too-loud music, cursive notes written in red ink, veiny forearms, sharp canines, fresh snowfall, high rise buildings, white light, sheer robes with nothing underneath, fog, stained glass windows, colourful hair, slow heartbeats, long-forgotten love, cold mountaintops, eternal silence.

Amrod — burnished copper, feverish eyes, hues of orange and gold, stars and spades, brewing tea, freckles, hardwood floors, poisonous flowers, listens to Hozier, messy hair, fake circle glasses, bullet point notes on a restaurant napkin, comfortable silence, broken wings on insects, old hungers, the whispering of trees, kicking stones on deserted paths, forgotten places, origami stars, old overgrown stone castles, morning mist, horse riding.

Amras  —  misplaced keys, wandering aimlessly, selectively mute, deep lakes hiding secrets, pine trees, restless nights, misunderstood, reliving the same day over and over again, graphic tees, dead moths, visual mind, muffled screams into a pillow, listens to asmr, doc martens, profanity, burned cigarettes, zoning out often, heart fluttering nervously, confusing satellites for stars, comic filled bookshelves, radios, old jeeps, glowing keyboards.

Celebrimbor — ravens, white-hot metal, the darkest shade of black, glittering skin, low waist pants, stars falling, the heat lingering in the evening, petals falling off dead flowers, trusting the wrong people, blue veins, cobblestone paths, linoleum tiles, bruises/scars easily, the heat lingering in the evening, cities awake late, card games, overanalysing everything, shiny fabrics, the slamming of a shot glass, the sting of betrayal.

[peasant-player]

Fallen Maedhros

What if Fingon never saved him?

And a close up

As maedhros was never saved he eventually broke.

And became the most precious Puppet of Sauron.

He never tasted freedom again and in his pitiful state began hunting his own brothers to gives them a macabre version of freedom.

Everything is better than falling in Morgoths hands.

At least they will be free.

This pic is for @thelien-art and her October promt!!

I love her promts and pictures ❤️

I'm so-so happy with this drawing because the new color bleed out like crazy. And not even at the start so I was almost finished and the whole face was orange. But it looks very artistic

And here is a extra pic of my cats chilling with maedhros in the bathroom where I make the pics.

[istaricelebelasse]

Let this moment last - read here on AO3

Flutes and drums and bells rang out in a brilliant cacophony of music that twisted through the air like the steam that rose from the food vendors’ wares. The rich scents of sugar and sweet spices warred with pastry and the cheese that Narvi had a particular fondness for in an attempt to whet appetites and tempt buyers.

Everyone wore their best jewellery and clothes - some even wearing things which had managed to survive Beleriand and that shone with the subtle glow of Amanyar objects. Bright colours were everywhere, the brightest dyes and gaudiest combinations saved just for this day.

It was Mereth Ithil, a day in which elves and dwarves alike celebrated the first rising of the moon and the hope it offered. For those who had crossed the Helarcraxe it doubled as a celebration of their arrival in Beleriand, of that great trumpet call which Fingolfin had let out when land, not ice, was beneath their feet once more.

(For those who did not cross the Ice, those who had come in the ships, they celebrated for a different reason. They celebrated the return of their king, for it had been exactly a year since the rise of the moon when Maedhros was returned from Thrangorodrim. It was a silent celebration, but one that Celebrimbor found himself partaking in nonetheless.)

The whole city sparkled with silver light, from Feanorian lamps strung across the streets and clever glass lanterns made by the dwarves, to the paper constructions that had once decorated Doriath.

There would be dancing, and shows of skill, and singing, and everything that one could possibly expect from such a celebration in a city builds for craftspeople.

Celebrimbor had promised his first dance to Annatar, but it appeared that his love was running late.

It was unsurprising really, outside of the forge Annatar had the time keeping abilities of a cat. A particularly orange cat.

No matter though, not when he had darling Celebrian to keep him company.

She had demanded he dance with her, and how could he possibly deny his niece? Especially when she stomped her tiny foot and crossed her tiny arms and looked exactly like Galadriel (or Celebrimbor’s grandfather) in a snit.

He led her through the dance as best he could with her balanced upon his toes. It would never be classed as the most elegant of dances, but it made him smile and Celebrian release a stream of giggles.

Her purple skirt swirled around both of their legs, a froth of frills and petticoats.

It was the same dance that he had once danced with his own uncles, balanced upon their feet under the light of the Trees. A dance that had travelled from Tirion to Barad Eithel, and then carried from Gondolin and Nargothrond and Himring into Eregion.

His face hurt from grinning so widely, and he knew that Celebrian’s surely hurt the same.

It was almost a shame for the music to die down, but with it came a figure that Celebrimbor had missed.

Even if his love seemed more occupied with Celebrian than he.

“My Lady of Loveliness, might I steal your dance partner?” Annatar said with all due gravitas, as he bowed with a flourish more suited to Taniquetil than Eregion.

Celebrian giggled again and then, obviously channelling her mother, she tilted her head imperiously. “Perhaps. It depends what my Lord of Gifts has to offer in trade for my favourite uncle’s hand.”

“Perhaps the lady might be persuaded by a new bracelet?” Annatar waved his empty hand behind Celebrian’s ear and produced a delicate silver bangle, much to her delight.

“Hmm.” Celebrian pretended to ponder the offering, “Very well, my lord, but I shall also require at least one excuse to get away from a Council Session my mother thinks educational.”

“You have my word.” Annatar bowed deeply, a strange edge to his smile, “She will not be able to deny the validity of your excuse.”

Celebrian nodded as if such a thing was her due and passed Celebrimbor’s hand into Annatar’s.

“You are good with her.” Celebrimbor said softly, watching his niece dash away in a flurry of blue fabric to show her mother the results of her trade, the necklace Annatar had given already swinging around her neck.

“She is a sweet child.” Annatar replied, placing a hand on Celebrimbor’s waist, “Certainly little like that mother of hers.”

“I thought we agreed: no antagonising Galadriel at the festival.”

Annatar snuffed haughtily, “You decided. I made no such agreement. Besides, I doubt she can hear me.”

“If you say so. Just do not be surprised if she makes your life miserable in the next council meeting in revenge.”

“I should like to see her try.” The pout that graced his face was worthy of Celebrian herself, and Celebrimbor found he could not resist tracing the shape of his beloved’s lips.

“Come now, let us celebrate. Let us have one day where you do not think of the best way to annoy my cousin, and instead let us simply be.”

Annatar sighed as though Celebrimbor was asking him for a great favour indeed. “Very well. If you insist. Yet I did think though that I had been promised your first dance? How was it I found you dancing with another instead?”

“You were late.”

“Late!” Annatar’s hand flew to his heart, “I will have you know that we of the Maiar are never early, nor are we late.”

A glint of gold on Annatar’s finger caught Celebrimbor’s eye. It was not something he recognised. He blinked though and it was gone.

Perhaps it had just been the last rays of sun. Perhaps he was more tired than he had thought.

“And yet, despite that, you were still late.” Celebrimbor softened his teasing with a gentle press of his lips against Annatar’s pout.

He pulled away with a laugh before Annatar could deepen the kiss and took hold of his love’s hand.

“Come! We shall miss the dancing altogether if we do not cease talking!”

“A tragedy indeed.” There was no escaping the sarcasm of Annatar’s voice, but Celebrimbor chose to take him seriously and led him straight into a dance of Nargothrond.

“I’m glad you agree.”

He turned into the steps of the dance, a strange thought tugging his head that it was a different dance to that he had been doing previously. A thought that was swiftly forgotten as Annatar’s hands cupped his waist and his forehead rested against Celebrimbor’s own.

“I wish this moment could last forever.” Celebrimbor confessed softly, his breath mingling with Annatar’s. “This moment when we are safe and happy and at peace.”

“As do I, my love.”

They swayed together, ignoring the world around them. Just feeling the music and enjoying the presence of the other.

“You know,” Annatar eventually said, a sweet smile on his face that sent strange chills down Celebrimbor’s spine, “This could be real if you wanted. Just tell me what I want to know and everything you’ve ever dreamed of will be yours.”

[eleanoraborealis]

I finished all the sons of Fëanor!

💎💎💎🗡⛵️🔥

Namo thought it was cruel to deny elves the starlight for eternity so he eventually just put them in a really high tower in the mountains near Mandos where they can bicker and plot and shake their fists at Earendil but can't actually get out or do any harm.

Nonetheless, Curufin has a plan. It's been 10,000 years and Curufin still has a plot to steal the Silmaril from Vingliot (he comes up with these every few yeni)

All the brother's are reaching to The Plan.

Maglor never actually died, he just showed up after a few millennia and started taking notes.

Celegorm: *orange cat energy*

The twins will do anything the Maedhros and Caranthir do

Caranthir thinks this is a bad plan (he is correct)

Maedhros KNOWS this is a bad plan (also correct)

*left handed representation*

[ao3feed-tolkien]

close encounters of the fourth (base) kind

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/SpQwTtU

by PandaFlower

The Among Us AU absolutely none of you asked for yet I deliver anyway.

The Rochallor is a deep space ferry ship, braving the dangers of wild space to reach far-flung planets for the sake of their passengers. But not all dangers are external.

Maedhros is the newest member of the crew, ready to find out what life is like with Fingon in it.

Words: 38106, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Don't Be Suspicious

Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Maedhros | Maitimo, Fingon | Findekáno, Indis (Tolkien), Findis (Tolkien), Írimë | Lalwen, The House of Fingolfin - Character, The House of Finarfin, The House of Fëanor - Character, Amlach (Tolkien), Magor (Tolkien), Bór the Faithful, Bór's Wife (Tolkien), Gothmog (Lord of Balrogs), Lungorthin (Tolkien), Saeros (Tolkien), Finwë (Tolkien), Húrin Thalion, Huor (Tolkien), Morwen Eledhwen, Rían of the House of Bëor, Urwen Lalaith, Túrin Turambar, Niënor Níniel, Tuor (Tolkien), other mentioned characters

Relationships: Fingon | Findekáno/Maedhros | Maitimo, Other Canon Relationships

Additional Tags: Among Us AU, Starring: Indis the Impostor, and all that implies, Maedhros inherits his grandfather's taste in people eaters, but not the sense to dodge being a cat toy, Alien Sex, Alien Cultural Differences, Alien/Human Relationships, blue/orange morality, Character Death, Gratuitous Smut, Smut is the whole reason this exists actually, written strictly for funsies don't take it too seriously, Gift Fic

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/SpQwTtU

[busymagpie]

As I said: I like fluffy cats Maedhros with a Maine Coon

[vault76]

hi there, this is my contribution to @officialtolkiensecretsanta for @athlai !!

i took some liberties with this and this was my first time writing this character so i hope you enjoy it! happy endings are my favorite so i hope this hit the mark for you. happy holidays!!

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There was something therapeutic and calming about spending evenings outside despite the wind and chill. Being in nature and solitude allowed for thought and introspection; being alone allowed for memories to come and go without the need to mask them from his face, Maedhros found.

Himring had fauna and flora despite being so bitterly cold, and there was something hypnotic about watching the holly bushes sway and the tree branches bend to withstand the weight of new snow. It was like his own resolve – it changed to hold what it needed to. A mind had to be flexible after going through hardships, after all, or else things would simply snap and that wouldn’t do.

This particular day was a bit more mild than usual in the ever-cold. The sun hadn’t melted snow, but it had warmed up to a comfortable enough temperature that the layers generally worn by Maedhros and company weren’t necessary. He was in the middle of removing his glove with his teeth to flex his fingers when a small, pitiful noise caught his ear.

Following it – and it was easy to follow given the silence that usually surrounded his chosen walking path – Maedhros came to a large bush that was covered on the top with half-melted snow. The sound seemed to be coming from inside the branches.

He parted the branches carefully and slowly, wishing not to scare the creature within, and soon found the smallest kitten that he had ever laid eyes on. It certainly had to be the runt of its litter (the rest of which was nowhere to be found). Her eyes were big and golden, and she had soft patches of orange and cream decorating her black fur. A bright white chin and a single white foot distracted momentarily from the fact that one of her feet was gone at the first joint, leaving her paw-less on one leg in the front.

Without hesitation, the kitten climbed into Maedhros’ hand and made a sound of pleasure before curling up and falling asleep. He took pause for a moment, looking at the small creature who was curled up in a ball and asleep already, and then began his trek back home, not minding that his solitary walk was cut short.

-

Vailë, as the kitten soon was dubbed, quickly became a staple. She had taken to sitting on Maedhros’ shoulder like a bird and making mischief wherever she went.

Today he was consulting maps with others in order to plan patrol regimen and create more secure defenses. No one noticed that baby Vailë had wandered from her normal perch on his shoulder until they hard turned around to consult another map and saw her batting around figures on the map that had been designated as the enemy.

“Ah, we simply need a giant cat to stand watch,” Maedhros noted, and his consultants and generals were reduced to peals of laughter.

-

Sleeping was difficult after… everything. Usually sleep was against his will, brought on by exhaustion, and either dreamless entirely or full of nightmares, some of them fueled by memories and others by his brain allowing him no rest.

The first time that he had a nightmare with Vailë by his side, he was awoken by the smallest sandpaper tongue on his cheek and a distressed meowing and pawing at his face. She was standing there with her large eyes even wider than usual. He petted her carefully and she curled back into a ball, tucked between his neck and shoulder, and purred. He might not have had another dream that night, but at least it was not a nightmare.

This became standard – every time that he had a nightmare or unrestful sleep, he would be awoken or eased by her presence, either a small ball of fluff purring on his chest or her little tongue scratching him and her meows telling him to wake up.

Vailë had a tendency to demand routine of him as well. She accompanied him on all of his walks, never seeming to take notice of the spot that she was found in. In the event that she left his shoulder to investigate something, Maedhros would pause his walk and soon she would come back, usually with an animal squirming in her mouth, never biting down hard enough to injure or kill. He would thank her with scratches under the chin and then let her prey go, and continue on with his small companion.

In order to keep her disinterested in the local wildlife, Maedhros took to crafting toys for her. Her first and most beloved toy was a small bit of fur from an old scarf with fishing line tied carefully around it. As she had to learn to jump high to reach his shoulder, she honed her skills by leaping after and chasing his homemade toys, paws out and tail always at attention. When his brothers came to visit, usually for less social reasons and more for tactical and political reasons, they too brought gifts. Vailë lived like a queen, a beautiful collar made of a sturdy ribbon with a small golden charm that shown the star of Fëanor made her instantly recognizable to all who did not know her by her missing foot or her favorite perch on Maedros’ shoulder.

-

Some things are a gift from the Vala, you see. Vailë never grew old and never passed away as all cats must, and accompanied Maedhros safely always. When Maedhros cast himself into the fiery chasm, upon arrival in Mandos, he was awoken there by a small meow and a sandpaper tongue.

[kanehon]

Tagged by @babyseraphim​

name: Stein

nickname: Either Stein or Kanehon are my  preferred go to,

zodiac sign: Aquarius

height: 5′1 /1,55m

language:  Portuguese native, english secondary

nationality: Brazillian

favorite flower: Lily

favorite animal: I love so many, but let’s put felines up there

favorite scent: Fruit smells, especially orange

favorite fictional character: that’s also a hard one, because many, but Percy and Molly from critical role are up there, Maedhros from the silmarillion too

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: hot chocolate, just had one too. love tea as well

average sleep: generally go to bed at 2am, and if I can, get up midday/1pm

dream vacation: Patagonia. Also visit a bunch of places with @babyseraphim

blog established:  Tumblr archive says august 2012

cats or dogs: Cats

random fact: One of my (3) cats is called Carrot

gender: who knows not me

sexuality: bisexual

where from: currently living in São Paulo

why did you start this blog: I think because my friend had one and told me to?

most recently played album: Lost Souls, Loreena McKennitt

I tag @pavo-mirabilis and @subshrubs if you’d like to do it :3

[soothingmoonlight]

@dreamingthroughthenoise

sometimes you find your long-lost brother somewhere on a beach and also you're a cat and you just have to stand on his face

[sorrowssinger]

tea orange!

tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?

“Cats.” Caranthir replied, sprawled in the sunlight like said animal.

“Are we including Curufin in that category or...?” Maedhros asked hesitantly. Caranthir smiled mischievously at him then returned to dozing.

“No, Curufin is not included. Also yes, we know you’re fascinated with exploring new places so you can draw them.” Maglor commented tossing half an apple his way.

“Like you are about finding places with ‘amazing acoustics’?”

“Yes very similar.”

[laurelins]

tagged by the very cool @fat-flubber-seal

1. Name:

 Zaynab

2. Nickname:

 Zay. Although some individuals call me ZayZay ( @sillydaisies ), I cannot guarantee your safety if you utter that.

3. Height: 

Around 5′5″

4. Orientation: 

heterosexual

5. Nationality:

 Australian/Pakistani

6. Favorite Fruit:

 Grapes for the win!

7. Favorite season:

 Winter.

8. Favorite Scent: 

Orange or cinnamon.

9. Favorite color:

 Dark blue or silver!

10. Favorite animal: 

Wolves.

11. Coffee, tea, or Hot chocolate: 

Hot chocolate.

12. Average sleep hours:

  @mahisha1702 asked if I was wearing eyeshadow, like no. That’s my new look. It’s called tired.

13. Dog or Cat Person:

 BOTH! Fluffy animals capture my heart.

14. Favorite fictional character (s): 

This is a list. Like wow, beware. So there’s Loki, Zuko, Allura, Keith and Lance, Glorfindel, Maedhros, Mairon, Celegorm. Probably add Katara and Suki. Luna Lovegood, Sokka and Leo Valdez too.

15. Number of Blankets you sleep with: 

1 or 2.

16. Dream trip: 

Scandinavia for sure! Maybe Iceland or Finland.

17. Blog created: 

This one? Start of the year.

18. Number of followers: 

297

19. Random Fact: 

I do tessenjutsu. That’s the Japanese war fan. Kyoshi Warrior vibes for sure.

tagging: @sillydaisies @mahisha1702 @audrey-tee @kungfubot1308 @apricotfox @serrphic @daphnaea @lilttlebird @stark @aredhels @queeenpersephone @i-needafuckingname @forever-and-almost-always @je-suis-desole @bluestaratsunrise @maplequeen612 @lvnnsi @celebrlan @cerulean-shark @faramir-in-space

[melody-chii]

I was tagged by @johskathewise for this about a month back and did not see. Sorry for missing it and thanks so much for the tag! We’re not mutuals so I was a bit shocked to see it but thank you all the same :3

My answers are pretty shit though because I am a weirdo

Rules: answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you would like to get to know better.

Name: “Mel” is fine

Nickname: I don’t actually have one

Zodiac sign: Scorpio

Height: 5′9″

Orientation: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Ethnicity: Chinese

Favourite fruit: Raspberries

Favourite season: Winter (you can always put on more clothes but flaying yourself is not a viable option for stripping off more layers)

Favourite book series: Lord of the Rings including prequels (although the Horus Heresy comes pretty close but the writing is just too variable for me to say I love all of it)

Favourite flower: Chrysanthemums

Favourite scent: Chanel "1932″

Favourite colour: Orange! <-- YES ORANGE IS THE BEST FIST BUMP ME NOW @johskathewise

Favorite animals: Cats. Or dragons.

Coffee, tea or cocoa: Tea~

Average sleep hours: I don’t have them haha my fitbit sleep graph is a mess but I can make do with anything from 1.5 to 14 hours at a time.

Cat or dog person: Cat

Favourite fictional characters: Everyone in Naruto (literally everyone). Harry Potter. Tom Riddle Jr. The whole House of Finwë but especially Fëanor and Finrod. Smaug. Bilbo Baggins. Himura Kenshin. Shanks (One Piece). Maedhros. (I have a thing for scarred, redheaded swordsmen.) Tony Stark. Kinomoto Sakura. Enjolras from Les Misérables. Captain Jack Harkness. Saber (Fate/Stay Night). Roboute Guilliman. Tarasha Euten. Sanguinius. Portgas D. Ace. Sabo. Monkey D. Luffy. Starscream.  All my friends’ OCs because they are perfect and beautiful and I love them all. I’ll stop here before I go on forever.

Number of blankets you sleep with: 1

Dream trip: I’m going to Europe after I graduate next year March, 2018 and it’s not a dream because I will literally murder to make this a reality and the people that die don’t have to be suicidal and already dying for that to happen Sasuke Uchiha eat your heart out.

Blog created: I think I was in year 11 so 2012

Number of followers: 69 (I laughed because a not insignificant number are probably pornbots)

Now for tagging, I kind of just went down my notes: @fuukonomiko, @tha-kaptain, @flunkyofmalcador, @canuckerrant, @tw6464sloreblog (idk why I can’t tag your main blog), @crazypenguin159, and anyone else that feels like doing it :)