#feanor: can't hear you going to shower him in jewelry

[eleneressea]

#god i love everything about this but that last addition just makes me FERAL#TELL ME YOU KNOW THAT YOU'RE WORTH MORE TO ME THAN SOME JEWELS#(he doesn't. he did once. he's long since forgotten)#aiya eldalie ar atanatari (@arafinwes)

Yes! You! You get it! Maitimo knows that his father loves him more than the Silmarils, but at some point Maedhros forgot that. (When? Thangorodrim, maybe, with Morgoth pouring poison in his ear, or maybe later, maybe just before Doriath, but certainly by Sirion Maedhros has all but fully forgotten his father's love; and any lingering traces are burned away when he takes the Silmaril in his hand.)

Which means that this Fëanor, who has not descended (fully) into paranoia and bitterness, whose father is alive and well, who has had no one else demand the Silmarils as being rightfully theirs, has absolutely no idea how, where, or why his son got the idea that Fëanor wouldn't tear the world down to protect them? They had an argument about the Silmarils, maybe that was it, but it wasn't that big of an argument, really, and this seems like the sort of thing that's been festering for a long time, it must be older, but Maitimo had never given any sign that he thinks that Fëanor doesn't love him…

thinking about a fic in which Maedhros, kinslayer thrice over, haggard wreck of an elf, having lost all hope and purpose casts himself into a volcano—

and wakes up as Prince Maitimo, eldest son of the eldest son, safe and sound in Tirion-upon-Túna, with Treelight streaming in through his window.

[blue-ink-pearls]

#feanor drinking alarming quantities of wine and crying: where did i go wrong why does nelyo think i don't love him #nerdanel: there's only one way to fix this you know #feanor: a massive showy display of my love for him #nerdanel: talking to him. using words. #feanor: can't hear you going to shower him in jewelry (@eleneressea )

thinking about a fic in which Maedhros, kinslayer thrice over, haggard wreck of an elf, having lost all hope and purpose casts himself into a volcano—

and wakes up as Prince Maitimo, eldest son of the eldest son, safe and sound in Tirion-upon-Túna, with Treelight streaming in through his window.