#kanofinwe

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Oof I've not posted art for ages - Here's a Kano!

[iriysse]

Breathing ceased in that moment, and movement halted in shock. Irisse. He'd called her Irisse. The wood in her hand dropped, forgotten as she forced a breath and turned, searching for where she'd seen the dark flash--

There! She stepped toward him, shock still written across her face. Alive. He was alive. Of course he was! She'd come to look for him. She'd come and now she'd found him, and yet she still could not believe it. Unless this was a dream? No! No, she'd been awake all day. If it was a dream, it was a cruel one. Though it would not be the first time she dreamt she'd found him--

"Kano." she repeated, emotion welling in her eyes and throat as she closed the distance quickly and stopped short just in front of him. Her hands lifted toward him, clenched and unclenched, unsure of what to do. Hug him? Weep? Kiss him? Give him his distance? The last one definitely for now.

"Tell me you are here. Here in truth and not just in my mind. So many said that you were gone, but I did not believe them. I came looking for you-- I--" Tears fell in relief down her cheeks like autumn rain. "I am not dreaming, am I?"

Often since he regained more of his sanity again Maglor avoided the coasts for most of the year, and yet they still called to him, especially those nearest where Himring and the Gap had once been. It was during one such visit he heard rumors of another haunting the shores as he had for a time. Slowly, cautiously he'd headed south from Mithlond, following Cirdan's advice on where to search, and eventually came across a small camp.

He'd nearly written it off as yet another person following his myth, the story of the wandering minstrel at the shore, when he noticed some small things. Little tricks he could almost hear his little brother teaching those younger than him.

Slowly he circled the little camp then with a sigh he settled on a rock where he could overlook it. He settled his sword across his lap then looked out at the sea while murmuring an old song about Ulmo and Manwe. As his old nickname was called he blinked and looked at her.

"Irisse?"

[annoyinglandmagazine]

‘Where are you going Nelyo?’ Makaulaure asked innocently while collapsing on his older brother’s bed. ‘Out, so I’ll need you to keep an eye on the little ones for a while,’ Maitimo said while choosing between two sets of earrings and eventually settling on pearl studs.

‘You’re not just going out. You’ve been in here for over half an hour, you never go to this much effort,’ Kano exclaimed while gesturing at Maitimo’s intricately arranged hair, partly braided and part lying in soft curls. He also noted the flowing gown he was wearing in dark green that had sheer sleeves beginning a good way down the bicep, exposing more of his shoulders and collarbone than he’d ever done before and the subtle dusting of makeup around his eyes and lips.

‘Look at you you’re all dressed up!’ and then the moment of realisation came to Kanofinwe. ‘Oh! You have a date!’ his eyes widened in shock and he grinned preparing to tease the life out of his brother. ‘So who’s the unfortunate lady?’ Nelyo was definitely blushing now as he ran his brush through a section of hair self consciously. ‘Just shut up Kano. There’s no lady, leave it be.’

‘The unfortunate lord then. Any closer hmm’ Kano continued to tease him, then he looked at his brother’s face and saw how close to home he’d hit ‘Oh it is! Oh come on I need names Maitimo!’ Nelyo made for the door refusing to deign Kano with an answer. ‘Nelyo!’ Kano called after him in a sing-sing voice and his brother stopped, sighing.

‘You look beautiful,’ Kano smiled at him genuinely. Maitimo let out a breath and hugged his brother quickly before leaving. ‘Good luck! I’m gonna need details later!’ He called after him as Maitimo slipped out the door.

[ales-art]

Maedhros Maglor

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[ambarussagoogles]

Ways to make Kanofinwe mad

1. Don’t.

[calaquendii-archived]

3rd age Maglor Feanorion, feat. the silmaril that *cough*was totally thrown into the sea two ages ago*Cough* 

Please don’t repost or remove my caption, thank you. 

[ales-art]

 So here they come. Brothers...

Maedhros Maglor Caranthir

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[ales-art]

Yet Maglor still held back, saying: 'If Manwë and Varda themselves deny the fulfilment of an oath to which we named them in witness, is it not made void?' And Maedhros answered: 'But how shall our voices reach to Ilúvatar beyond the Circles of the World? And by Ilúvatar we swore in our madness, and called the Everlasting Darkness upon us, if we kept not our word. Who shall release us?'

'If none can release us,' said Maglor, 'then indeed the Everlasting Darkness shall be our lot, whether we keep our oath or break it; but less evil shall we do in the breaking.'

Maedhros  Maglor

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Each of them took to himself a Silmaril, for they said: 'Since one is lost to us, and but two remain, and we two alone of our brothers, so is it plain that fate would have us share the heirlooms of our father.'

Maedhros Maglor

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[ales-art]

Maglor was the second of the Sons of Fëanor. He had more of his mother Nerdanel's gentle spirit than any of his brothers. Maglor was known for his poetry and singing, but in Tirion he swore the Oath of Fëanor and shared in the woes it bred.

Maglor

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«Oh, misty eye of the mountain below Keep careful watch of my brothers' souls»

Maglor

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Maglor's Gap was the open area between the hills surrounding Himring and an extension of the Ered Luinjust north of Mount Rerir. It was the widest break in the northern mountain-fences of Beleriand.

Maglor

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"Twelve years, Nelyo," Macalaurë said eventually, and his brave composure crumbled for good. "It's been twelve years." © The tempered steel by Lyra

Maedhros, Maglor  © ALEF Club, Journey to The Middle-Earth Project

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Maedhros, Maglor © ALEF Club, Journey to The Middle-Earth Project

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© ALEF Club, Journey to The Middle-Earth Project