#elros tar minyatur

[braxix]

Elrond: *Feral*

Maglor: Why is your one feral?

Maedhros: You think this is my fault?!

Maglor: Mine's learning math!

Maedhros: Stop talking about them like they're toys, Maglor. Elrond's just learning different things right now. He'll get to math when he's ready.

Maglor: Yeah, if math involves how many time you can bite something.

[victoryeleniel]

I cannot otherwise than to post my favourite twins togheter. So here they are:

Elros Tar - Minyatur & Elrond Peredhel

Elros:

He is a man and the king of Númenor so I gave him the sceptre of Númenor (Númenor did not had a crown). I also think he was quite learned in lore and not as rash and impulsive as many people portray him.

I clothed him in pseudo-phoenician/carthaginian clothing since I connect Númenor heavily with Carthage and the Phoenicians.

Fun fact: Elros was my first favourite character from the legendarium and he is still high up there.

Elrond:

For me Elrond is first and foremost a healer, therefore I gave him a mortar (to mince herbs). As much as I connect Elros with the colour blue I connect Elrond with purple (pink-ish in this case). Purple is somewhere between red and blue so it points both to Elros and the Fëanorians. I also gave him that circlet from the end of the Lord of the Rings

Regarding their hair:

I think they are identical twins besides Elros having his hair cut short in accordance with the tradition of men.

[youmisguidedmartyr]

What if you were born during a WAR and your dad became a STAR and your mum became a BIRD and your people were KILLED and then you and your twin were KIDNAPPED and then your kidnappers either DIED or fucked off to the BEACH and then your twin chose a MORTAL LIFE and then you became a HERALD and then your King got given a really cool RING but there was ANOTHER WAR because SAURON WAS ACTUALLY the RING GUY and then your King DIES and then your cousin/wife gets ATTACKED and then she SAILS and then your Foster son falls in LOVE with your DAUGHTER and then there's ANOTHER FUCKING WAR because SAURON IS BACK and then your daughter also chooses a MORTAL fucking LIFE and then you just FUCK OFF TOO but your twin sons didn't make up their MINDS

[minahwa]

elwing the white

[thesummerestsolstice]

Notes on Keeping the Children Alive, by Maedhros Feanorian

One of them tried to bite me yesterday. A spirited effort, but doomed to failure. I will teach them how to do it better– their teeth are certainly sharp enough for it.

Woke up with flowers growing through the crack in my bedroom window. I suspect this is their doing. They are not very good liars.

Letting them climb on me has proved an effective bribe for good behavior.

They appear to like being tall. (possibly related to being descended from Turgon and Thingol??)

They stopped being afraid of me faster than most adults. Am I losing my touch???

Disregard previous note. Eldritch monsters recognize each other.

Am teaching them how to make the most of their shapeshifting abilities for political intimidation. They are shaping up to be menaces. Good.

Twins are old enough to begin swordfighting, and clearly eager, regardless of what Maglor says.

I have taught the children to argue with Maglor. I am certain they will eventually wear him down.

Gave the children more blankets so they would stop using my cloak as a blanket. New blankets have been resolutely ignored.

I am sure they'll stop commandeering my coat if I ask them.

I have decided not to ask them. (They are very cute when they are asleep)

Children are now attempting to negotiate their way out of bedtime.

Small animals appear to like the children. Especially birds.

They found a kitten in the stables yesterday. They would like to keep it.

Teaching the children to argue may have been an error.

Children asked whether it was possible to have three fathers. I am uncertain why. (Thingol homophobic??)

One of the children called me "Atar" today. Definitely did not cry about it. Not even a little bit.

It appears the children were asking about three fathers because they would like to be adopted.

I informed them that two fathers was the limit, but that Maglor could be their second mother, if they like.

Kano was too stunned at being acknowledged as the children's parent to correct them about calling him "Amme." Another successful plan.

(Kano, if you're reading this, then yes, this is payback for referring to me as a "brooding drama queen" for patrolling Himring's walls, in a very un-dramatic way, like a normal, responsible lord)

(Also, you of all people do not get to criticize me for being dramatic)

The children's Quenya is finally good enough for them to start reading higher level diplomacy treatises. I couldn't be prouder.

The children have never done anything wrong, ever, in their lives. I know this and I love them.

[elven-sisters]

ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔟𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔴

Elwing taking bath and waiting for Eärendil's homecoming...

(lyrics are from Hildegard von Blingin's bardcore version of Summertime Sadness btw)

[millenariumhappinesstheorem]

After the destruction of the Havens, Círdan is certain that he will never see Elrond and Elros again—and for a long, long time, he doesn’t.

At first there are letters from Maedhros, sometimes threatening, sometimes pleading, always vague about the condition of the twins. Perhaps this is intentional. Perhaps, says Gil-Galad, he means to keep us in suspense. But Círdan is old. He has played this game before. In his letters to Maedhros, he asks only for the return of the bodies.

But even this request Maedhros will not answer. Months pass. There are no more letters. Gil-Galad takes matters into his own hands, organizing search parties, offering bounties, and after a few years his efforts are rewarded: Hunters report two small, dark haired boys playing in the hills near Ramdal. But when Gil-Galad sends his men to investigate, the children flee from the high king’s banner and vanish into the forest.

It wasn’t them, says Círdan. Elrond and Elros would not have run. And Gil-Galad, exhausted, is finally forced to agree.

The hunt for the twins never ends, officially. Sometimes Gil-Galad searches alone in the woods, and when he returns, Círdan speaks gently of grief. But when that grief is abused—when pretenders come forward, and forgers demand ransom, and at last the Enemy Himself baits His traps with missing children—then Círdan is forced to be stern. The twins are dead. There is a funeral. A stone is raised in their memory at Sirion.

Only later will Círdan remember the songs. No, not songs—lullabies. All those years that they searched for the twins, lullabies were suddenly, maddeningly popular. Everyone was singing them, and if Gil-Galad had traced the music instead of the reports, he might have had better luck.

But Círdan never hoped for anything more than bodies to bury, and while Gil-Galad might believe that the twins were alive, the best he could imagine for them was a small, dark cell. That they might be well—

That they might be loved—

That they might show up at the gate one day, cold and proud, demanding entry to the keep in lisping Quenya—

Even Círdan never thought that the Fëanorians could be so cruel.

[naarisz]

Peredhel power

[sunnyshinesunshine]

Instead of Elrond looking like some vague Finwëan-Sindar combo

Elrond looks a little different to everyone that sees him

His face doesn’t change. He is still very much Elrond Peredhel, but his features will always remind whoever sees him of some form of a regret.

He supposes it is a combination of being a healer and the descendent of Maia but he tries not to dwell too hard on it.

(It is very uncomfortable to be the image of the deepest wounds of another’s heart)

Nonetheless, it is difficult to heal one’s own soul without facing the reasons for its damage.

Elros Tar-Minyatur was the only one to ever look at Elrond and see only Elrond.

If this was because his blood matched Elrond’s, or because Elrond was Elros’ deepest regret, Elrond doesn’t particularly want to know

Maedhros, utterly predictably, saw Fingon, and in doing so, found both comfort and misery.

Occasionally he would see in Elrond the ghosts of all his brothers, and he would again face the knowledge that he was not able to save them from their doom and the dark void.

Maglor sees Maedhros, and feels regret, not for the violence or the death, but for days in far off Valinor, under the light of the Trees. Days of running off with friends, to sing, to compose, to preform for adoring fans, to do anything but stay at home and help Maitimo take care of their small army of younger siblings.

(Maybe then the title of eldest brother would weigh less heavy on Mae’s shoulders. Maybe then the responsibility of care for them all would not have driven him so far, and to such a bitter end.)

If Glorfindel is to be asked, he’d tell you Elrond appears to him as the spitting image of Turgon

If you are Erestor, you know Glorfindel mostly sees Maeglin, Maeglin young and quiet, Maeglin older and scared, but sometimes also Aredhel, defiant and ready to disappear into the woods without a sound

Elwing once looked upon her son and saw naught but the visage of her little brothers

Galadriel sees Finrod, as does Celebrimbor, for very different reasons, but mostly because they share the same kind of kindness, and there is little that marks a person better than that

In quieter moments Galadriel will glimpse what her husband sees, Lúthien, as she was after Beren died, solemn, trapped, and entombed in misery.

During Bilbo’s final years, he can’t quite remember what he first thought upon looking on Elrond’s face (he’s sure it’s written down somewhere) but in those last days, he sometimes sees Frodo, wary and so very afraid. But mostly Elrond resembles Thorin and that is something Bilbo shall never set to paper

(Someday, in a time far beyond the counting of years, Fëanor will find himself staring at the face of his grandchild and seeing the eyes of Míriel Þerindë above the features Indis and will have a very small, very quiet meltdown.

[silmarillion-ways-to-die]

Fans who haven't read The Silmarillion thinking movie Elrond is a dick, not realizing he's lost his father, his mother, both his adoptive dads, his twin brother, and his wife, so OF COURSE he doesn't want his daughter marrying Strider and dropping dead!

[mahtariel-of-himring]

Long ago, when Elros was still building his Kingdom, and Númenor was young, he had his twin brother officially crown him, as a symbol of their bond.

After the first King died his son reached out to his uncle, and asked him if he would crown him as well.

From there on a tradition was begun.

Every time a King died a letter was send to Elrond, and in addition an invitation to the coronation of the next ruler, and the question to be the one to crown them.

Over centuries every King and Queen of Númenor was crown by Tar-Miniatur‘s brother, as a symbol of the bond between them and their half elven kinsman, who loved and cared for them dearly.

But as the centuries passed something changed. When in S.A. 2029 Tar-Atanamir first spoke out against the Valar relations slowly began to tense, though there was no one who greatly worried back then, except for Elrond.

In S.A. 2737 Elrond began to fear for his brother‘s people, as he noticed more and more how they drifted from the old ways with the coronation of the 18th King of Númenor, Ar-Belzagar, and the change in name.

In the year of S.A. 2899 the 20th King of Númenor was crowned, and for the first time in all its history, no letter to Elrond was send, and Ar-Adûnakhôr was crowned by another.

With the reign of Tar-Palantir Elrond felt a flicker of hope for the first time in decades, but it was quickly overshadowed as he realized his brother’s folk had already gone too far.

After the fall of Númenor the surviving faithful came to Middle Earth, and there, Lord Elrond welcomed them with open arm‘s. Their leader, Elendil, happily welcomed their estranged kinsman and was more than relieved that he was still receiving to them. And as he was crowned in S.A. 3320 Elrond was once again the one to set the crown atop a Númenorian‘s head, and the tradition was reawakened and continued ever on.

[braxix]

Elrond: Just a reminder. I choose the kindness. I am willing to pursue other options if kindness doesn't work out.

Elros: And he has a knife.

Elrond: And I have a knife.

[queerofthedagger]

if i think too much about how elros chose quenya as the language for the royal names and records of númenor I'll need to disappear into the woods to scream for days. like. the implications and weight that carries just make me insane

[inthehouseoffinwe]

Y’know when you’re tired and come across the wrong post at the wrong time and just. Pure rage. For no reason whatsoever.

I’m feeling rather bitter at Elwing rn (it was a very well written ficlet and I admire the writer, I’m just tired and unwell 😂) so you get a little fic of me getting that out. Content warning done.

Here we go!

Elrond and Elros can’t stand most depictions of their mother.

White feathered wings, plain white gown billowing in the sea breeze around her slight figure, two dark shapes reaching taloned hands for the brilliant gem around her neck. Desperate expression on a too round face with wide eyes looking towards her sons. It makes them sick.

Because Elwing wasn’t soft and innocent. Elwing wasn’t like that at all.

Sharp, angular features. Grey slivers for eyes more often clouded than not. White? Yes she wore white. But it was the white of a desert sun, the white of cold starlight, merciless and unfeeling as elves were dragged to the darkness.

And she’d loved her sons, yes, but it was the love of an ideal. Elwing was young and far from ready for the burdens of motherhood alongside ruling a city in her husband’s ever growing absences. And the gem-

Well. The less said about the silmaril, the better.

The Sindar more than others remain desperate for a symbol of innocence, a sign of their claim to the stolen jewel over the sons of it’s creator. So they present their winged princess bathed in holy light whilst the sons of Fëanor cower from it’s brilliant glow.

But Elrond and Elros remember how the stone sang when Maedhros and Maglor arrived, just as they remember their mother’s fury at its song.

You see, Elwing loved her sons. But she didn’t jump to save them.

Elrond and Elros saw the beginnings of regret, but they also remember her steadfast determination to keep what was never hers, cold starlight and unyielding sun meshing to cruel pride as she fell. It wasn’t holy light but white hot fire that clashed with the silmaril to send her screaming as the stone rejected her grasp, burning brighter than ever as she flew to her husband.

Elrond’s arrival to Valinor and the white scars radiating from Elwing’s hand to her chest confirm what he knew all along.

It wasn’t innocence that crowned her the day Sirion fell.

Because years before Maedhros and Maglor had fallen victim to the Silmaril’s hallowing, Elwing the White had paid the price for her false claim. And no matter how they tried to hide it, the consequences of that pride marked her to this day.

[thelien-art]

Makalaurë and Elrond & Elros

Maglor finds Elrond and Elros in my fic which can be found here

And there in the arched doorway to the stairs, an elf stood. ~ With his black hair braided back, he stood in a simple dust blue embroidered under tunic, accompanied by a thin loosely tied linen sash ~ Yes, that was Maglor. - Chapter 3

[thesummerestsolstice]

Notes on the Care and Keeping of the Peredhel, by Maglor Feanorian:

Need to eat three times a day, more if they can be persuaded (they do not seem to have the refined palettes elves do, and do not like my attempts at Valinorean fine dining)

They are very fond of maple syrup

One of the human healers told me they were "growing boys," unsure of the significance of this– a reference to their shapeshifting abilities, perhaps?

It does not appear that they will reach a full elvish height, though that may change

They can hear high tones that elves can, but humans can't

This bodes very well for their education in music theory

They do not appear to have the venom that some humans do, as evidenced by the fact that both Mae and I have been bitten several times with no ill effect

Still, I am thankful that Finrod warned me of this human feature, as it has served me well in many battles

They have not bitten anyone in months, which I appreciate, especially given how sharp their teeth are

Boys said that they could talk to shadows– unsure whether or not they were just attempting to scare me (ask later? Bribe with maple syrup??)

They like having their hair brushed, but do not like any of the scented hair oils we have at the fortress

They refuse to eat bird meat; unsure of why but I won't push

Elros prefers wooden toys, Elrond fabric ones, and neither of them is fond of metal

They grow faster than elves, but are still too young to begin intensive battle training, Maedhros

They are very sensitive to the cold, ensure that they have ample blankets and cloaks, especially in winter

Feel much better after spending time with them– those who spent time around Luthien reported similar effects

They appear to appreciate being pat on the head

Based on information by uncle Arfin (regarding Eonwe), this is common amongst Maiar

I've only had them two years, an incredibly small time in the face of the centuries I've lived, but if anything happened to them I would kill everyone in this fortress and then myself