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doodle-pops · 2 years ago

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hello!!! Love the prompts for the event :")!!

Could I get "You'd make a cute elf" with Maedhros? ❤️🤲

Thanks a bunch! ❤️✨

☃: A little cute scenario for Maebae and his cute, oops, handsome elven self :) Thank you, dearie!!

𝓜𝔂 𝓒𝓾𝓽𝓮…𝓢𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂, 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓔𝓵𝓯

“You know, you’d make a cute elf. A gift that I have asked Santa to get me early for Christmas.”

You volume of confusion you felt emanating from your ginger lover who was spending his free time, curled up at your side like an overgrown cat, was humorous. His slow blinking, the opening and closing of his mouth, and the frozen motion as he sat there prompted a grin that grow on your face. Maedhros didn’t know which question on his mind to ask first because overall, he was astonished.

“You…You do know that I am an elf right? And I’m not cute, I am handsome,” he questioned and waited for the nod of your head before continuing, “and what is this gift you got from this Santa? Santa? Who is this Santa?”

“Mae,” you chuckled while clutching your stomach as your laughter turned into howls. His responses would sometime send you into a frenzy from how adorable he would appear, huffing and puffing whenever he was confused. He was like an annoyed fluffy ginger cat with his fur in a mess. You wanted to cuddle him while patting his fur and give him a kiss, telling him not to fret, but this was your lover, unfortunately. There was never a day when Maedhros didn’t fret about a situation and overreacted.

“What? What did I say funny?” he finally sat up from his position with his hair in disarray, curled and fluffed, all around him. There was sleep in his eyes since the both of you chose to stay up and chat all night. Rubbing his eyes and releasing a yawn, he questioned you with sleep in his voice, “is it because I don’t know who this Santa is?”

Catching your breath, you cast your gaze upon his mane and fawn over his softness, “No, it’s because you’re not aware that my gift is a cute elf, you.” With that, you leaned forward to plant a chaste kiss on his cheeks and watch as further confusion settled in alongside shyness. Maedhros couldn’t help the red that spread across his face at the action, always one to give but could never properly receive.

“I—wait, I’m your gift? You asked this Santa person for me? But you already have me, so what was the point?” frowning still as he fought to make a point, your cute elf still hadn’t realised the gist of what you asked for.

“Mae,” you reached out to take hold of his hands in yours and brought them to your lips to kiss, “I didn’t ask Santa for just any elf, I asked him for a cute elf, and I got it.”

“…So there’s another elf in this house because as far as I know, I’m hand—” your right hand that gripped his hand reached up to slap across his mouth, shutting him up.

“Repeat after me. I am a cute elf—say it!” you commanded as you slowly slid your hand off his mouth.

Narrowing his eyes at you with a twinkle reflecting, he grinned before engaging in your antics, “Ugh, I am a…cute elf…not!”

“Mae!”

“What, I’m handsome, everyone knows that. Now go tell this Santa that you want a handsome elf and I'll be your gift.”

#red ribbon event 2022 #christmas event 2022 #maedhros x reader #nelyafinwe maitimo #maedhros imagine #middle earth x reader #middle earth imagine #house of feanor #feanorians #silmarillion imagine #silmarillion x reader #silmarillion #doodlepops writings ✨

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matcheadz · 1 year ago

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Host Of Seraphim: Reading Ambience :)

As promised (and I DID DELIVER) the reading playlist for Host of Seraphim. It starts at chapter 1 and ends at chapter 10. Everytime I update, I will be adding maybe 15 minutes of music and reblogging this post with the additional songs + clarifications on which chapter they're for.

If you read faster or slower, dont worry, I GENERALLY didn't try to link songs up to specific moments. Generally. Sometimes it'll work out like that. Maybe. You'll just have to see, huh? :)

Chapter 1: Dressed in Quiet Retrospect

Legacy - Kota Suzuki

Any Special Orders? - Hiromistu Maeba

At Night - Max LL

Suite bergamasque, L. 75: No. 2, Menuet - Arr. For Harp - Claude Debussy, Marie-Pierre Langlamet

Chapter 2: Hope All Abandoned

Charon's Burden - Max LL.

Constellations - Max LL

Live With Me - British Sea Power

Dirtmouth - Christopher Larkin

You've Got a Good Heart - Alexander Temple and Alex Seaver

Chapter 3: What You Know That I Won't

Eternal - From the Keys

Everyone Has Their Own Desires - Max LL

Stubborn To The End - Alex Seaver

Interlude - Akira Senju

Happiness - Akira Senju

Var - Sigur Ros

Chapter 4: Of Sunflowers and Angels

A Story of Opposites - Alexander Temple

Five (Instrumental) - Sleeping At Last

Isn't It Lovely? - Yoko Shimomura

Kairi - Yoko Shimomura

Riku - Yoko Shimomura

I Can Help Them - Alexander Temple

The Mist - Max LL

Falling Stars - Max LL

Chapter 5: Similarities and Differences

Instrument of Surrender - British Sea Power

Lullaby of Resembool - Akira Senju

Friends in My Heart - Yoko Shimomura

Home ~ a house on the hill~ - Akira Senju

Bistro Fada - Stephane Wrembel

Vulture Meets Culture - Daniel Pemberton

You Can't Escape the Past - Alex Seaver

Chapter 6: Our Inadequate Attachments

ZA/UM - British Sea Power

The Doomed Commercial Area - British Sea Power

Cordon de Plata - Gustavo Santaolalla

Ella - Gustavo Stantaolalla

Swimming & Horses - Michael Brook

Guarunteed - Humming Version - Eddie Vedder

Just Breathe (Instrumental) - Pearl Jam

The Wolf - Eddie Vedder

Vanishing Grace -Gustavo Santaolalla

Chapter 7: Your Silence Is Violent

'O Sole Mio - Mandolini di Sorrento

Fi's Lament - Hajime Wakai

Amelie - Pascal Desprez

Suite espanola, Op. 47: Asturias (Leyenda) - Isaac Albeniz, Narciso Yepes

Detective Arriving on the Scene - British Sea Power

Stella's Lullaby - Max LL

Chapter 8: Our Language Barriers

The Choice - Gustavo Santaolalla, Alan Umstead

The Alchemist - Akira Senju

Kairi II - Yoko Shimomura

Wash My Dreams Away - Borislav Slavov

You're a Jinx - Alex Seaver

Unbroken - Gustavo Santaolalla

In All Our Complexities - Max LL

Falling Stars - Max LL

Twin Decks -Arne Nordheim

Chapter 9: Hell Hath No Fury

Red Rock Riviera - British Sea Power

Last Light - Borislav Slavov

Children Are Burying the Doll - Theodor Bastard

Twisted Force - Borislav Slavov

Revenge - Alex Seaver

Chapter 10: Hear My Plea

Tiger King - British Sea Power

Far Beyond The Pasturelands - Max LL

Varðeldur - Sigur Ros

Hvalir í útrýmingarhættu - Sigur Ros

63º32'43.7"N 19º43'46.3"W - Sigur Ros

Sorry - Alex Somers

#Host of Seraphim #HoS #Spotify

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eunoiaastralwings · 2 years ago

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...a letter for Maedhros with a little gift attached

My brightest star,

today I overheard the head-healer, that you had a severe case of nightmares. It pains me that with all the work you do every day, with so much responsibility on your shoulders, you have so little well-deserved rest at nights.

During my aprenticeship in Lorien I often talked with Maiar of Lord Irmo. They are a curious lot and I found friends and mentors among them. One of them, taught me to make dreamcatchers - that's how they call it - a charm to repell night terrors and to let in only good dreams.

I made this one with a phoenix - a firebird, that is said to be a part of awakening life in the early days of Arda. I hope this helps you to sleep better.

Yours, with love,

Olorandis

OMG THIS IS SO CUTE ! ! ! OH MAEBAE QUIT BLISHING LIKE YOUR BROTHER AND ANSWER THIS ALREADY.

My beautiful darling,

Oh, how I have missed you. The nights are endless and my mind continually torment me, I know there is no point in lying to you as you already know this.

So, I shall be wish and admit; I miss your tender arms around me, like how you held me that night and brushing your hands through my hair, I had slept so peacefully and it had reminded me of Valinor. So much had changed, my love, yet you continue to him be glimpse of hopes.

Right now, more than anything I only wish to be in your arms. But I shall take this token for the love you have for me and treasure it – I believe in your words and so I shall keep it safe with it at time, I promise you this.

I miss you, my dearest Olorandis – I hope the days pass quickly so I can once again be in your arms so once again, I can be in your arms.

Always yours,

Maitimo.

#AWE SO CUTE #answered #letters to maedhros

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indecisivepsyche · 8 months ago

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Thank you for your response!! Let me also put a read more since I ended up pretty immediately diving into spoiler territory in my reply.

I also absolutely love Kazuma's theme. The funny thing about how I got into Dai Gyakuten Saiban at first was that I watched a translated no-commentary video of the first three chapters and then got distracted by university (and probably Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood) in early 2016. So, like, I was fully convinced that Kazuma was dead (evidence) and got so attached to both his uplifting main theme and his calming yet mournful Nocturne theme. And they were some of the few tracks I could consistently track down to relisten to over the years so they're dear to me.

Having said that, I love your mini analysis of Kazuma's prosecutor theme. They (Hiromitsu Maeba apparently) did such a great job on it! It knocked my socks off to hear a theme I was so familiar with reworked into an antagonistic prosecutor theme! So cool! Heck yeah, knock him right off that pillar I put him on so many years ago!

And I fully agree that the London theme is very fun.

Yes, Barok's theme is wonderful!! My favorite prosecutor theme in the series, hands down. This man is presented to you as intimidating and his theme backs that up. That potential connection of why they chose a harpsichord for him is such a funny detail to think about. On a related note, have you heard Wayne Strange's cover of it? I always love hearing other people's interpretations of video game tracks I enjoy.

Oh yeah, and the Reminiscences version of his theme is definitely haunting, I agree.

I want to briefly mention my favorite themes beyond what you've covered! When determining favorites my brain sometimes holds up a song and goes "Does it spark comfort??" and latches onto the songs that best do the job.

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So in that case Beyond Deduction's Logic is one of my top favorites. I just find it so easy to sway in contentment to that violin. (TeraCMusic has a fantastic cover of it by the way)

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Another in that vein of logic would be Susato's Serenade, especially because I associate it with soft chats with her in the dark attic of 221B. I just love Susato, to be honest.

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An odd one for me to latch onto, perhaps, is The Great Gateway to Truth. Resolve in the face of terrible truths, I suppose.

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And I definitely have to give a quick shout-out to A Farcical Comedy and Enoch Drebber's themes. They're both so funny to me.

Hello! You may have discussed this before but I was just struck with curiosity. What are your favorite songs on the Dai Gyakuten Saiban soundtrack (both Adventures and Resolve)? You always seem so knowledgeable when discussing classical music so I wonder how that impacts how you experience game music.

hello!!!! yes i would love to talk about this ty!!!! gonna put this under a cut bc it will probably get long. i'll try to put them in the order in which they appear in the games! ALSO major spoilers for the games!!!!! (razz don't look)

first up is kazuma's theme.

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it's so good!!!! it's so full of encouragement and hope and confidence!!

next is this track:

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it's just fun!!!! it really gives the player a good vibe of what it's like to be in victorian london...

ok ok next is. bvz's theme lol

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first of all. the intro is just so EPIC. i mean!!!!! the harpsichord???? it's brilliant. i can't help but wonder if they threw harpsichord in there bc his name is baroque. anyway. i like the theme on the strings and how it really builds the image of the grim reaper of the old bailey.

THAT SAID!!!!! compare that now to his 'reminisce' theme

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it feels like a much more tragic and haunted version of his main theme... like you see past the scary reaper thing and now you just see the tragic man he is.

ok speaking of characters with multiple themes. my next fave is this!

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kazuma's prosecutor theme. it is SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!! partly bc of all the references it has to his original theme!!! it's in a minor key instead of a major key which i feel like gives it such a vibe. like kazuma is distressed. he's out for revenge. he's mean now. he's tragic now. and then they throw in the little melody from his first theme and it's just brilliant. like it reminds you of how smart he is. how capable he is. this was the same man who studied for years to become a competent defense attorney and now he's your enemy.

i also like how it has a mix of like. the japanese vibes mixed with the british vibes. this is kazuma in britain. he's wearing british clothes in a british court. idk i feel like it just makes it sink in that like. this guy is not the same kazuma from before. maybe you never truly knew him!!!

anyway. those are like my top 5. i love the entire ost!!!!! they did an amazing job with it.

#dai gyakuten saiban #replies #thanks again for your response!#Spotify #Youtube

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corruptmalice · 5 years ago

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Soft Indie Russingon Playlist

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved. in secret, between the shadow and the soul. -Neruda

Listen Here and Here

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sanisse · 2 years ago

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So I was scrolling through your tumblr and read that one post about Elrond and oral (oh my GOD🥵) and do you think you could do something like that with Maedhros?

Ahhhh MaeBae!!!! I love him so much.

(and I’m glad the Elrond post worked for you. It was so much fun lmao).

Maedhros & Oral Sex Headcannons:

I don’t know why but Maedhros has always kind of felt like he’d be a bit subby to me, and I imagine he has a bit of an oral fixation. He likes to spend long, languid hours with his head between your legs just bringing you pleasure.

Expect a lot of sweet eye contact, looking up at you for approval to make sure he’s doing things the way you like.

He doesn’t use his hands much (unless you tell him to). He prefers to just use his mouth and likes to rest his hands on your hips, or hold one of yours.

Favorite position is you lying on your back in bed and him curled up next to you, leaning over you. Bonus points if he can rest his head on your thigh but nbd if he can’t. He just likes to be as cozy and comfy as possible.

Very quiet during oral sex. Like, if he wasn’t driving you absolutely crazy you could probably forget that he’s there.

If he’s receiving, same position applies. He wants you to just rest next to him, head in his lap. Depending on his mood you can just sit there with his cock in your mouth and chill while he slowly fucks in and out, or you can suck him off-- just make sure you keep it slow and sensual.

Likes to run his hands through his partners hair when they’re giving him head.

Also quiet when receiving. Praises a lot, but in soft whispers.

Female partners: if you’re receiving expect a lot of flat long licks, pushing his tongue inside of you and fucking you on it, and extended periods of getting your clit sucked on. He’s also a bit of a freak and likes getting his face wet so.... yeah he’ll be buried there a while.

Male Partners: Mae will just worship you. Lots of sucking on the tip while he looks up at you in pure devotion. Expression swapping to lust as he sinks down to take you down his throat. The pace is always really slow, but if you want to fuck his throat he won’t object. It’s all about you.

#maedhros #Maedhros headcannon #spicy

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runawaymun · 3 years ago

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Prompt 21 for kidnap dads? "No one has a heart of stone"

This got unintentionally HUGE so I also posted it to AO3, because it's probably easier to read there. But here let me lob some Maebae feels at you. Because I love pain. Thank you so so much for this prompt-- it has been an amazing source of much needed distraction.

I’m so excited to have an excuse to finally write Maedhros.

Supine | Maedhros & Elrond | Kidnap Fam

When the news had reached Maedhros through his spymaster that Eärendil the Mariner and his wife, Elwing (and thus, the Silmaril), had set out on some fool errand to cross the sea and petition the Valar for aid his first thought had been one of despair. There would be no passage to Valinor. The ship would be lost to the sea, and the Silmaril with it.

He had said as much to Maglor. The two of them were so consumed by the loss of the Silmaril and the wake of Sirion that the other half of the equation was forgotten. The ship would be lost to the sea, and Eärendil and Elwing with it.

Maedhros had refused to even look at the Peredhil since they had first been snatched up at Sirion. They were so little. Too little. When he had found them one of the boys (he refused to learn which was which, though Maglor had made sure he at least knew their names) had kicked him in the shin and bit him, and when Maedhros had hauled him off his feet and carried him down the stairs, the blood on his hauberk soaked through the child's nursery gown.

He tried not to think about it. He refused to think about it. It was such a little thing, compared to the rest of Sirion. He should have killed them. It seemed a needlessly cruel thing to deny them a swift passage to healing in Mandos in favor of the company of Kinslayers in the cold ass-end of Beleriand.

But in that moment, even as blood (there was always so much blood, but at least this time it had been his) dripped down his arm from where one of the Peredhil had bitten him, Maedhros could not bring himself to kill them. They were so little, and he was so sick of death.

Hostages they would be. To be ransomed for the Silmaril. Maedhros did not care for them. That was what he told himself, anyway.

The Peredhil had clung to that feeble hope: ransom. They had constantly, vehemently insisted that their father would come for them, and that when he did Maedhros and Maglor would be sorry.

When Maedhros spared a glance up from the fire he'd been staring into as he and Maglor discussed this piece of news and their next course of action, he saw one of the twins standing in the doorway, pale as a ghost, gray eyes huge and luminous. A chill laced Maedhros' spine. That was the thing about the Peredhil (creepy little bastards!) they never looked quite normal. They seemed to shift from space into the spaces between space, forms dancing between elf and man and maia like fire-lit cave paintings.

Maglor followed his line of sight to the child in the doorway. He stood.

"What's wrong? Why are you out of bed?"

The Peredhel didn't answer. He only stared at them. Maedhros felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as he felt the child try to sneak his way beyond the bounds of his mind. He snapped his shutters tight and glared at him.

The boy only stared mutely back with simmering interest. It had to be Elrond. No doubt about it.

"What are you going to do with us now?" he asked in stilted Quenya.

The question was not something either Maedhros or Maglor were prepared to consider.

"Gil-galad and Círdan might still want us," the boy said again, and it struck Maedhros: the whirring anxiety behind that detached exterior. He was too good at this for one so young, and that was Maedhros' own fault.

Gil-galad does not have a Silmaril to bargain with, Maedhros thought grimly. He wisely did not voice that aloud. Instead, he said: “Go to bed.”

"Why, because it will be easier to strangle us in our sleep?"

The identical voice came from the dark hallway. Elros. Elrond's brother could spit venom from twenty yards. By the fire, Maglor flinched. Fear glimmered in Elrond's eyes at his brother's accusation, and Maedhros couldn't stand to look at him.

"Go to bed," he snarled again, baring all of his teeth, standing from his chair by the fire. "Scram."

Even Elros shrunk beneath his shadow. Both boys paled and disappeared down the hall. Maedhros watched them go and then sank back into his chair, hating himself.

Maglor scowled at the fire.

"Do you have to be such an animal?"

His brother might as well have slapped him. Maedhros curled his left fist on the armrest and did not answer him. Kinslayer. Murderer. Maimed. Monster. Animal. He was at once grateful that he no longer answered to Maitimo. The name was a joke.

"Get out," he snapped.

He could feel Maglor had realized his mistake. The guilt radiating off of him was a tightening noose. "Nelyo--"

"Leave."

Maglor did, shutting the door behind him, and Maedhros tucked his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them like a porcupine protecting his belly.

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The sun had not yet breached the horizon when Maedhros finally stirred from his seat. He had been there for hours, unmoving, and his limbs creaked as he unwound them.

He took up his usual rounds around the current fortress that now passed for home since the fall of Himring. It wasn’t long until he felt something no larger than a centipede try to slither into the space between his eyes.

He whirled to see one of the twins hiding in the shadows of the hall, watching him unblinkingly like a cat.

“Stop it, Elrond,” he snapped. “I am not in the mood for one of your games.”

Having failed, the child tried to get an answer by the usual means. “I want to know if I am about to die.”

The words, and the tone they were said in, were such an ugly dissonance to that soft face with its saucer-shaped eyes that it knocked all the air from Maedhros’ chest. Elrond barely came up to his hips.

Maedhros wet his lips and looked away from that piercing, too-solemn gaze.

Elrond went on quietly: “I knew Naneth wasn’t coming back. Elros didn’t believe me. And now Adar will not either and that means you have no more use for us. If I am about to die, please just tell me. It’s nicer that way.”

His voice was so small and sweet, steel carefully forged into it as best as he could at that age. He was trying to be brave. And, truly, it was brave of him. Few could boast of repeated attempts to bite into Maedhros Fëanorion’s mind the same way Elros could boast of biting his arm.

He should not have to be brave.

He should not have to fear for his life.

He was so little.

Maedhros couldn’t breathe. He had to throw his good hand out to the wall to steady himself before he said, voice ragged: “I am not going to kill you.”

Elrond cocked his head. “You killed children in Sirion. I saw them.”

Maedhros stared at the floor, studying the tile pattern. “Yes,” he admitted. “I am sure I did.”

The light in the hall began to pale with the rising of the sun. Elrond’s thin face was unreadable.

“You don’t remember?”

Maedhros remembered red. He remembered his sword cleaving a path through flesh and sinew and metal indiscriminately in a mad dash for the blinking beacon of the Silmaril. The Oath consumed all sense and reason, blinding him like a carriage horse, and he had seen nothing but that damned light and red.

The next thing he clearly remembered was standing at the base of a tower, pleading with Elwing to hand over the Silmaril as she leaned out of the uppermost window, determined to throw herself into the sea.

Elrond looked so much like her.

He looked away, back to the floor.

Neither of them said anything for a long time after that. Eventually, Elrond left him, and Maedhros was once again alone-- which was how he liked it best.

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The twins put on a brave front and stayed out from underfoot for nearly a fortnight. Maedhros was content to forget about them. If he did not think about them, then he did not have to think about the terror in their faces when he had chased them out of his room. He did not have to think about Elrond’s trembling voice asking for the courtesy of at least knowing when he might die.

Elros still shot him acerbic scowls every chance he got. Elrond, however, had begun to watch him with a detached fascination in the same way he liked to crouch and watch the ants carrying dirt to and fro as they built their tunnels. He seemed to relish watching him, studying him. Maedhros could practically see Elrond taking him apart in his head piece by piece, trying to decide which pieces were threats and which were benign. It stabbed him straight through with a memory of Moryo. He had been like that when he was small, even back in Valinor in the absence of danger. Solemn Moryo who had grown up shrewd and whip-smart, with his penchant for affairs of state and politics of the likes of which even Maedhros had sometimes failed to grasp.

He squashed the thought immediately. The twins already were a reminder of the Ambarussa. He did not need to draw one more connection.

But once he had begun he could not stop. Elrond had Moryo’s shrewdness and Curvo’s cleverness. Elros was at times as wild and volatile as Turko and at times as good-natured and warm as Pityo and Telvo. And with each connection he drew, he sunk further into a trap of his own making from which he could not escape.

He was becoming fond of them, despite all attempts otherwise. And as the year wore on Maedhros thought less and less of any attempts to offload them onto their kin at the earliest convenience.

And in the end, when Elrond first touched his stump with curiosity and overwhelming compassion, that was what undid him. So few Elves could even bear to look at it. It was avoided in a polite attempt to save Maedhros' pride. But Elrond did not care. Maedhros’ hand was not an out-of-tune note graciously ignored, but just another fact about him. Something which made him Maedhros. Elrond had not bothered with looking pained or lamenting its loss. He only lit up with bright curiosity as to how it had been done and salvaged, and asked to see all of the clever contraptions which Curvo had once fashioned for Maedhros to replace it. The inventions fascinated Elrond and he begged to show Elros, and even Elros could not disguise his enthusiasm over the shield designed to loop around Maedhros’ arm, nor the crossbow which was meant to be fitted to it as if it had always belonged there.

The porcupine exposed his belly at last. Over time, the twins ceased to see him as a monster from their nightmares. Elrond first, with his quiet pragmatism, and Elros soon followed out of trust for his twin’s judgment.

Late one night, the twins had fallen asleep on him after listening to a long tale of Valinor-across-the-sea, and Maedhros had frozen stock-still, unwilling to move and wake them.

That was how Maglor found them. He gave Maedhros one of his infuriatingly knowing smiles.

“I thought you weren’t going to get attached?”

“Shut up,” Maedhros growled, though it was half-hearted.

He had not meant to. It would only hurt more when he inevitably had to return them to their kin. No matter what anyone might say of him, Maedhros Fëanorion did not have a heart of stone. Elrond had seen straight through that and burrowed into his core and Maedhros knew it was a fatal wound.

That didn’t stop him from enjoying his time with them while it lasted.

#maedhros #elrond #maglor #elros #kidnap dads #kidnap fam #the silmarillion #silmfic #And Rohan Will Answer! (Requests)

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perqabeth · 3 years ago

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hey aasya! we've been friends for a while, and when we first met i thought you were really cool and popular. although that impression hasn't changed much, now i also know that you're really sweet, and can cheer up anyone in any situation. you're also really reliable, and supportive. i thank God that we're friends, because you've shown me love, and kindness and have always managed to brighten my day. God is always looking out for you, so rely on Him whenever you need anything, or just want to talk to Him and praise Him. thank you so much for being a great friend, ily💗

the way i started ugly sobbing thIS ISNT FUNNY

HELP POPULAR?#$%^& ON WATTPAD?^&*

if this is mae, i thank God we're friends too pls you're so precious and GEM. you always cheer me up too and oMG YOUR HUMOUR >>>

OKAY YKW I DO NEED REMINDERS LIKE THAT I RLLY APPRECIATE IT AAAAA

i hope we'll go closer mae !! ESP NOW I KNOW THAT U WATCH I7 AND BAKUTENN TOO GOOBYE

omg maebae watch shakunestu kabaddi rn so mE YOU AND ALEESHA CAN SCREAM OVER MASATO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ily<3333

#help i rlly hope this is maw #mae #bc if this isnt....#ahahahhaa #f*ck #smh ily pt2 #GRR IF ANYONE HURST YOU #JUST GIV EME THEIR AFDRESS #ME AND ALEESHA WILL FILL THEIR HOUSE WITH SP*DERS #RT ALYSSA #i am part of maeproteccsquad now #NOT THAT U NEED IT YOU'RE PERFECTLY STRONG AND CAPABLE OF HANDLING STUFF ON YOUR OWN !!#butt still #.maeproteccsquad

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eunoiaastralwings · 2 years ago

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Can I please request a protective Maedhros x GN!reader? Maybes they get hurt had Maedhros panics and when he finds them he gets super clingy and emotional. My baby needs more love! Thanks for taking the time to read this request! Btw love this blog. It’s Great!

MY DEAREST NONNIE!

I HAVE SPECIAL SURPRISE FOR YOU!

Instead of me writing this prompt - my mellon @i-did-not-mean-to was kind enough to write it!

She's a better writer than me - she's phenomenal - you'll love this fic she wrote! - I enjoy her fics so much!

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nighttimepatrons · 10 months ago

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FOR ONCE can't Maedhros just let a fight happen. I'd love to see Curufin and Eol throw each other in the dirt.

also noooooo Maebae why? Why did you tell Eol to go to Fingon's side of the mountain wwwwwaaaaaa

In Town #02

Eöl left the boarding house with little intention of taking Maryann’s advice and talking to the group of rough-looking elves who rode into town. He knew what he was doing, he had his maps and compasses and testing equipment all bagged up and ready to sling over his horse’s back in an hour. He just needed to get a few last supplies from the general store. He did not need pointers from any backwood drifters on where to prospect; they probably didn’t even know what prospecting was.

With those thoughts, he walked across the wooden porch (because everything had a porch around here as if people could just sit around and chat whenever they wanted) and into the store, taking off his hat as he entered. It was quiet inside, which was strange given how much people around here liked to gab on and on about the most inane things. He headed straight for the dried goods, ready to be on his way.

“Watch it,” Snapped a black-haired elf when he came around an aisle and almost walked into him. In all fairness, until Eöl nearly stepped on him, he’d been crouched down to inspect something on the bottom shelf, completely hidden until the last moment.

“Sorry,” He said without sincerity. If you put yourself in a dangerous situation, you have no right to complain. “I didn’t see you.”

They stared hard at each other for a second, waiting for the other to do something. He mentally prepared for a fight, taking stock of the other’s broad shoulders and strong arms, his work-hardened hands. Eöl knew how to handle himself in a brawl and kept a few dirty tricks up his sleeve. He’d also been in enough fights to know that muscles like that could do serious damage and he’d be most likely to walk away from this fight if he took advantage of his height or struck first. He thought about the knife hidden under his shirt and wondered what weapons the other might be hiding, too.

Heavy footsteps came up from behind him.

“Curufin.”

Great, this guy had friends. Eöl turned to look at the new threat.

A red-haired elf looked down at them, several full burlap bags under his arms. He was a good foot and a half taller than Eöl, though not as brawny as the first. A scar marred the side of his face, pulling his lip up and out slightly, but the irritation came through clearly as he looked back and forth between them. Eöl recognized him from the group he saw riding in earlier.

Without another word, Curufin stepped back. He leaned down and grabbed one of the crates he was inspecting and, after shooting a glare at Eöl, walked away.

The tall elf sighed. “I'm sorry,” He said with a lisp. “We aren't looking for trouble.”

“Neither am I,” Eöl quickly assured. Then, since he was there and it was easy, he asked, “You live out on the mountain, Fëanor’s sons. Right?”

“Yes,” He answered, expression closing down and his tone turning cautious. Now he looked more like his brother.

“I'm Eöl,” He introduced himself, refraining from offering his hand to shake since the other's arms were full. “Maryann Richards at the boarding house recommended I talk to you.”

“Why?”

“I'm a prospector for the Bezwick Mineral Group. I'm evaluating the mountains around here and I understand you're more familiar with those east of here than anyone.”

The other blinked and glanced over the shelves to something or someone he couldn't see. “Don't.”

“What?”

“Don't go on our land. Stay off our mountain.”

He really shouldn't feel surprised that people around here, especially a family that sequestered themselves away would lay claim to a whole mountain. Given what he'd seen of them, these were not the kind of people he wanted to push against, not when he was one person with only a revolver to defend himself with.

“How about to the north? Mind if I look there?” He asked, keeping the derision out of his voice.

The elf stared down at him silently. He wondered if he should walk away now before anyone decided he should be preemptively stopped from looking where they didn't want him.

“If you take the mining road and then cut north at the waterfall to cross the mountain, there's a farm a day and a half ride from here owned by Fingon.” He finally said. “He'd be happy to help you. It's safer out there, too. Go there.”

“Thanks.” Eöl wasn't sure he'd do that. He had his maps and came prepared to spend months surveying the mountains on his own, but if he went that way it couldn’t hurt just to have a look. “I'll keep that in mind.”

The tall elf turned away. “Be careful.” He muttered as he clomped away.

Eöl sneered now that no one was watching. The old woman at the boarding house must be crazier than she looked to call them ‘good folks’. He quickly collected what he needed, avoiding the other people in the store. He paid without engaging with the clerk’s small talk.

He had things to do. He was ready to leave.

#love to see my boylies in town #old gods au #eol #maedhros #middle earth

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