#maedhros is worried

[superloves4]

It's not that I think Curufinrod is Loustat coded... it's that I can make it coded!

[thesummerestsolstice]

Elrond hides from the stars, at first. Morgoth's hazy corruption hid the sky, at Amon Ereb, and the Feanorians didn't spend much time outside at night anyway– it was dangerous, even for hardened warriors.

Maedhros and Maglor taught them about the stars of course, they were determined to give E&E education befitting of elvish princes, and no such education could be complete without thorough studies of both astronomy and the elvish star lore from the days of Cuivienen. Still, while they could chart the course of any star across the sky, and tell the tale of any constellation, E&E rarely actually got to see the stars.

They could, on rare nights when the smog wasn't so bad, see Gil-Estel, brightest of them all, faintly shining through the haze. They knew what it was. They didn't know what to think about it. The Feanorians didn't like discussing it, so E&E didn't either.

But then, Elrond and Elros left the Feanorians. Maedhros and Maglor sent them away from just about everyone and everything they'd ever known. They came to Gil-Galad's camp as traumatized children who were treated as objects of curiosity, veneration, even suspicion. Eyes follow them everywhere, and their gaze is never neutral– always approving or disapproving, angry or joyful, awed or fearful.

Gil-Galad's camp, guarded by Maiarin soldiers, is nearly free of Morgoth's corruption. For the first time, E&E see the light of the sun and moon in their full glory. They also see Gil-Estel, burning brightly against the dark sky; no faint light.

Elrond doesn't like it. He feels like Gil-Estel is watching him. When he tries to explain this to Gil-Galad, he's met with sympathy– of course Earendil is watching over him. But Gil-Galad doesn't understand.

Elrond hasn't gotten used to being watched, being evaluated, at Gil-Galad's camp. He'd never felt that way at Amon Ereb– where there had been far fewer elves and his presence had quickly become normal. All those elves watching him now? Viscerally uncomfortable. And the thought of the father he barely remembers being another set of eyes judging him is unbearable. After all, what if Earendil doesn't like what he sees?

[carmisse]

Of Dead Husband

Maedhros, seeing his grieving brother : Are you all right, Carnistir?

Caranthir, with an anguished and melancholic countenance : Oh, I only assimilate the death of my dear husband Angaráto.

Angrod who survived Dagor Bragollach but with considerable wounds : Stop saying I'm dead!

Caranthir, holds his hand to his face : Sometimes I can still hear his voice.

[storkofyore]

To whoever said that teenage Maedhros would be lanky, clumsy and have a lot of growth spurts, cheers to you for this new idea.

Side note: I apologize for the glare on the photo from the windows, the room I’m in right now has a lot of windows.

[sakasakiii]

Hi!

I just wanted to say that I love your art very much. It is so pretty. It motivates me to keep on drawing.

Also- are you okay? How are you?

HELLO NONNIE!!! sorry for taking SO long to reply to this, but thank you sm for ur concern and for taking the time to send such a kind message 🥺 I'm doing fine! like i explained in my comeback post a few days ago, i've just been really busy hahahah.... which has been somewhat of a pattern in 2022-23? man. idk how i managed to do 2 posts a week regularly for all of 2021 but take me back to those peaceful days huhuhu 🥴 all in all, i'm alright dw!!

im absolutely honoured to hear that you've been inspired by my art!! it's very humbling to know u've taken the time to get such meaningful things out of the.... whatever it is ive been making HAAHAHA 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ THANK YOUUU and i hope you keep creating!! nothing would make me happier than to see you continue pursuing ur art and i hope to see it one day for myself 🤞 HOHOOO??

i received a few more check-in asks from some other nonnies, so i'll follow up with them here ❤️ thank you to everyone who sent in things!! ur all too nice aughhh

ill throw in a lil post-angband sketch w/ amras n mae, bc i was in a mood to draw some cosy comfort things 🤗 (surviving) redheads gotta stick together !!

[peasant-player]

Concept art wip part 1

Body types ~

From left to right:

Normal slim-normal buff-young celebrimbor-tall slim-tall buff-maedhros

Listen I'm having a blast with this project!!!

I make for @dfwbwfbbwfbwf very detailed-over-multiple-week-made Armor and Weapon post here !

Since I really like those game concepts arts I make my own but with feanor and his sons

But to make the whole thing easier and fun looking I make on big template I can reuse and then show off the different characters !

Something like this :

Yeah can you even see something here??

So that I can put enough details in I need to "just" tape 4 Din A 4 pages (average paper size) together or two of my din A 3. So it is going to be huge xD

I never made such a big piece of art before but I have a good plan and I will draw the different part separately and then put them on the final papers.

I can't stress enough how much joy this brings me.

Sadly it's winter season so I have alot of work to do.

The good part is with that template I can draw many different characters rather faster and all would have a similar style!

[isilwhore]

Feanorian Week Day 1: Maedhros

“Maedhros indeed rebuked Caranthir”

My theme for @feanorianweek is loss so I wanted to focus on the loss of control for Maedhros; in this instance, his role of keeping his messy brothers in line. This scene where Caranthir couldn’t keep his mouth shut (even though he was right) was the beginning of some outbursts and poor decisions that must have really tested the patience of Maedhros. He’s just trying to hold everything together.

But “the deeds of Celegorm and Curufin” certainly messed up his plans. And they made it so easy for him to momentarily lose control….

[tanoraqui]

I love post-Thangorodrim whump & hurt/comfort as much as, maybe more than the next girl, but sometimes I DO want to physically shake many fanfiction writers—especially modern au writers, for some reason—and remind them that the CANONICAL effect of Maedhros’s captivity and torment upon his psyche was,

…the orcs fled before his face, for since his torment upon Thangorodrim his spirit burned like a white fire within, and he was as one that returns from the dead. Thus the great fortress upon the Hill of Himring could not be taken…

Maedhros isn’t anxious and traumatized, he is FULL OF RESPLENDENT AND VERY EFFECTIVELY VIOLENT WRATH and traumatized

[nighttimepatrons]

Listen, I'm just thinking about the inherent pretty privilege of elven society. And kinslaying aside, being unsightly is a moral failing.

[eleneressea]

Prompt: Elrond & Elros' first begetting day with the kidnap dads

Elrond mentions it’s their begetting-day in the middle of a long complaint about how much he hates them. Elros wants him to stop complaining to their faces, because while neither of their captors have hit either of the twins yet, Maedhros seems angry that they’re still alive at the best of times.

They aren’t hit; instead their captors just leave when Elrond finally runs out of complaints. The door of their cell locks behind them—Elros lives in hope that one day they’ll forget—so there’s no chance of escape, again.

But there are berries with their dinner that night.

[edennill]

keeping troth

tw: suicide mentioned in line three of the last verse

Take care, o, crownless, copper-crowned where loyalty might lead you fall thy faith steadily held in hand but fickle hearts command the tall and loose-wrought words on bounds wire-tight (like those thy hands once cut to bleed) will catch at threads, will catch the light will someday mean the friends you need forgiveness unlooked for, received that was a grace and now a due memorised by that arm bereaved won't be forgot but may be rued you cannot keep your every word won't deliver on every troth to fall on mercy or thy sword to keep thy soul or keep thy oath

[eight-pointed-star]

forget about putting him through the horrors put him in the safe and gentle embrace of his father

[carmisse]

The heir of the Noldor ft Fëanor lives AU.

Fëanor : Hello my children!

Amras : Atya, it is so early.

Caranthir : Atar, you cannot summon us this way.

Celegorm : It's not fair. I will not stand for it.

Curufin : Really, we have lives. We have business to attend to.

Fëanor : By businnes do you mean provoking political discussions and getting into trouble that I should ignore?

Maedhros : My word, there are impressionable young gentlemen present.

Fëanor : Impressionable? Trust me, Maitamo, no sexual innuendo makes an impression upon you brothers. I wish it did, that they might get ideas to marry and start fornicating.

Amrod : Atar!

Fëanor : Perhaps, then, I might have grandbabies. Instead; virgins to the left of me, lustful to the right.

Maglor : I believe I am a married elf.

Fëanor : Yes, and where are you babies? You have made zero heirs to the Throne.

Maglor : I am trying!

Fëanor : Are you? Really? Dearest, I explained everything to you? I drew pictures? You are doing it correctly? Make sure you are putting it in the right place?

Maglor : Atar!

Fëanor : The only heir to the throne abdicated and abandoned us!

Curufin : — Sounds of crying —

Fëanor : …

Fëanor : Sorrows, Sorrows, Prayers. — gives him small blows on his back —

Fëanor : I'am stating facts! The princes have had no babies.

Fëanor : We had one heir, one royal and he is gone!

Curufin : — Sobbing —

Fëanor : Sorrows! Prayers!

Fëanor : Children, this is a crisis. I’ve heard from King Thingol on the topic. Worse, Ñolofinwë is talking about it, wich means everyone will be talking about it.

Celegorm : Atar, I think you are being a bit zealous.

Fëanor : No!

Fëanor : It's time to find for respectable husbands, it's time to find for admirable wives. Get started. One of you had better produce to next ruler of The Noldor or your grandfather’s line dies with him.

Fëanor : Make me a royal baby.

Maedhros : Atar, you can't really expects us t-

Amras : I'm still a babe Atya, you can't expect me to have one?!

Caranthir : This is utterly ridiculous. My husband has abandoned me. How will I produce an heir without him?

Amrod : He did not abandon you Moryo, he is dead.

Caranthir : It's the same.

Celegorm : We must get tyelpe back as soon as possible!

Curufin : You will not disturb my baby's peace! In addition, Findaráto won me custody in court.

Maglor : There's no need for that, Daeron and I will make it, eventually.

Fëanor : It is not a difficult task. Your Ammë and I made seven royal babies all by ourselves. I do not see why the would lot of you cannot make just one.

— The noise of arguments and disagreements can be heard in the background. —

[outofangband]

@imakemywings made a really interesting poll on the opinions of the fandom regarding Maedhros’s physical appearance after Angband and how much, if at all, it changed

I am writing a series of posts on the various possibilities and what that could imply for the story and for the general treatment of ex prisoners in First Age Beleriand but I thought at first I’d just post my own opinion on this! Obviously I have many, many posts about Maedhros in Angband as well as elven healing and the ways it differs from humans and they’re some of my very favorite things to talk about so please feel free to ask more!!

Maedhros sustains extensive injuries in Angband, from torture inflicted upon him directly as well as from neglect and exposure to the elements during his time upon Thangorodrim. It is generally unrealistic, if not impossible, to make direct comparisons to human, or even other animal, healing factors in this case. Even just hours of suspension from a single limb, let alone at such a height, would kill a human. Even a shorter period of time would result in devastating injuries from what is called suspension trauma. Maedhros’s survival would thus be the result of either (or both), profound differences in elven bodies and their limits, and/or the ability of certain denizens of Angband to keep a living creature alive or in a sort of stasis while enduring otherwise unsurvivable conditions. Though I do believe that elven bodies differ in many ways to humans, I tend to go with the latter conclusion as it also can apply to Húrin, canonically kept alive by the will of Morgoth. 

I think that Angband impedes the healing abilities of elves in many ways. This isn’t directly said in canon but fits with other canon information. We see signs of aging and injury in Gwindor for example that typically are impossible in the elves. 

Angband cuts off elves from the world in ways that are unnatural to them. Their sense of time and space, of navigation, sensory processing and often more physical functions are forever affected by imprisonment there. 

Maedhros is described as hale which of course means healthy but one can have scars and be healthy. And of course there are elves with physical disabilities.

I also think that, regardless of how much of Maedhros’s torment is visible upon his skin, he does experience physical disability, even apart from his missing hand. 

His posture is affected by his time upon Thangorodrim for example. Not in the crushing, devastating ways that would befall a human under even a fraction of those circumstances but nonetheless, those around him will notice how he caries himself, and how it differs from their memories. 

And he experiences chronic pain that does fade somewhat over the years but never completely leaves him. Relearning the movements of freedom worsens some and alleviates others. 

As for how much of his scarring is visible I tend to go back and forth between a few ideas hence why I want to make more than one post.

I do tend to agree with the sentiment I see sometimes, expressed most recently by @skyeventide, that Morgoth would have wanted Maedhros’s face to remain undamaged so he could be recognizable. I think this is true both in Angband and upon Thangorodrim. Indeed, I agree that Morgoth always held a small possibility that Maedhros might be more useful as a corpse display rather than a living one. 

And it also complicates things for Maedhros if ever he does escape. Morgoth knows exactly how he will be looked at if he escapes the Hells of Iron without visible injury to his face. Morgoth is well aware how ex prisoners are viewed outside Angband and already is willing and able to utilize it to his advantage. 

Anyways I’ve had a weird day so I hope this makes sense and is ok! As always please feel free to ask more. 

[lordgrimwing]

Friends and Family #03

“This is nice,” Maglor said, stretched out on a beach towel, as his dripping brother settled next to him, wet from running in the gentle waves with his adopted sons. He closed the novel he'd picked up at a second-hand store the day before.

Maedhros grunted, his mouth occupied by several bobby pins as he fixed his hair, recoiling the soaking braid atop his head. The whole point of pinning his hair up so tightly was to keep it out of the salt water, but he hadn’t expected Elros and Elrond to grab his hands and drag him down into a particularly large wave. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen them this happy,” Maglor continued, nodding to the boys splashing and paddling in the waves, their nearly shoulder-length hair hanging in loose, soaked clumps.

“They love it,” Maedhros said with a soft smile. He’d come up from that wave spitting sand and might have been irritated except he ended up with two armfuls of very excited peredhil. By the time he left the surf, he’d become much better at diving through waves. 

They sat in silence for a minute, taking in the scene: seagulls cried overhead, keeping a sharp eye out for abandoned snacks; the twins played along the shore, a younger elf child coming over to join them; other families staked out their claim across the sand, leaving towels and umbrellas to mark their favored spots. The beach was both busy and soothing.

“We should do this more.” Maedhros decided, rinsing his mouth out with water from a bottle and then taking several drinks.

Maglor raised his eyebrows. Fëanor nearly had a fit when they announced that they’d be taking a few days off work during the week so they could do something with the boys during their school holiday. “Who’s going to tell father?” 

His brother rolled his eyes in a way that would have had Fëanor pinching his ear if he were an elfling again. “He can take his doctor's advice and take up birdwatching,” He said dismissively.

As the eldest sons, they were privy to more details of their father's health than he appreciated.

Maglor snorted at the suggestion. 

More seriously, Maedhros said, “Maybe just an occasional weekend, then.”

They watched the boys and their new friend join a group of older dwarves building an impressive sandcastle. Maglor smiled. “We really should.”

The sun arched across the clear blue sky. Maglor called Elros and Elrond back for lunch. They ate cold tuna salad sandwiches from the cooler on a blanket Maedhros spread on the sand so they could all sit together. Elros showed the adults the blue shell Elrond found in the tide, proudly telling them about the cool shells they found over the years on the coast further south. The younger twin hesitantly asked if he could make necklaces for them all from pieces of the shell when they went back to the city. 

After lunch, the twins wanted to go back into the ocean.

“Not right after eating,” Maglor shook his head. “Wait thirty minutes.”

Elros looked like he might want to argue, but his brother grabbed his hand and demanded that he bury him under the sand so he could pretend to be a baby sea turtle.

Maedhros took off his shirt, arching his back and enjoying the warm sun on it. Their father really might have an aneurysm if he found out exactly how publicly immodest his sons got when he wasn’t there to frown at them for rolling up their pant legs. He repacked the cooler and sprawled out on the towel, stretching his long arms and legs and bumping into the other occupant. He grinned at his brother. “Join us this time,” He invited. 

Maglor picked up his book and fingered the pages. “I'll get sand in my hair,” He said. He's done his hair up in a dark half bun, leaving a loose tail down his back.

“I'll braid it for you.” He said. “The rest of us need to wash tonight already.”

“Promise not to push me under?” 

“I would never,” Maedhros laughed, recalling when, decades ago, they were teaching their younger brothers how to sail on a windy lake. Caranthir insisted that the flimsy life jackets couldn't possibly keep them safe in the waves, refusing to set foot on the light boat. When it became clear that he wouldn't trust the words of his brothers, Maedhros shoved Maglor off the edge, leaving him to flounder in the water until their three younger brothers boarded.

Maglor shuffled around so he faced away from Maedhros. “Go ahead and braid.”

The tall redhead sat up. He quickly undid the bun and set about dividing the other’s hair into four parts at the crown of his head.

They sat quietly while he worked, Maglor watching the other families.

A human woman with frizzled brown hair caught a child who looked about seven years old by the elbow. She wore a striped green and gray swimsuit with a white over-shirt and large sunglasses.  

“Oh no you don’t, Elianor,” She admonished, pulling the girl back to the family’s towels and bins of beach toys. “You’re going to be red as a beat and peeling in the car tomorrow if you don’t put more sunscreen on.” 

“Mom,” The girl complained as white ointment was slathered across her bare back and under the edges of her swimsuit. 

“Do your face and ears,” The woman directed, squeezing more of the sunscreen out of a yellow bottle for her daughter before bending down to coat her legs.

Once everything was worked in and the white layer was exchanged for a slightly oily sheen, the child was released into the water. Once all the children were appropriately protected and freed, the woman popped open a beach chair and settled under an umbrella. 

She looked over at Maglor as Maedhros began pinning the braid up like his own. “Some children never learn,” She said by way of explanation.

He said something in noncommittal agreement, a nagging thought starting to form in the back of his mind.

Her eyes flicked around their towels, blanket, and cooler. “Just the two of you then?” She asked. 

“No,” Maglor said quickly. “The twins in red burying each other in the sand are ours.”

She looked out to where he pointed. “Cute,” She said in the way he was discovering many parents did when talking about other people’s kids. She leaned back in her chair and probably closed her eyes, though he couldn’t tell past the glasses.

Maedhros patted his head like he did when they were kids. “There you go, ready for the water.”

Maglor scooted around to face him again. “Don’t get my hair wet.”

Hands raised in surrender were his only response.

He looked down at his wristwatch. Twenty minutes still to go. That nagging feeling kept eating at him. He picked up the book again, opening to where he left off. He tried to read, but he couldn’t get back into the story.

All at once, he dropped the book and turned to Maedhros.

“We didn’t put sunscreen on them!”

“What?” The other asked, blinking as he came back from wherever the warmth sent him drifting off to.

“Elros and Elrond,” He said, looking over to where the boys were just a couple heads sticking out of the sand, several other kids having joined in on burying them. “They’re part human. They could get sunburns!” 

He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten about it. He hadn’t packed sunscreen, he didn’t even think Maedhros or he had any at their homes. Such a simple, everyday thing for humans, and they’d completely forgotten about it. He dreaded to think about how painful the children’s skin would be tomorrow.

Maedhros frowned. “They’re part elf, too,” He reasoned. “Why should they get burned?”

“They might,” Maglor repeated with worry. “I should go buy some. Or maybe we should all leave so it doesn’t get any worse.”

Maedhros sighed. “It’ll be a thirty-minute drive each way. The damage is already done if it’s going to happen, so let’s not ruin the rest of the day. Besides,” He added. “They’ve clearly spent a lot of time in the water. I think they’d know if they need to worry about it.”

Personally, Maglor never thought it was too late to start mitigating damage, but his brother had made up his mind. He’d just have to deal with whatever came of it.

[silmawensgarden]

Kidnap fam : Elrond + Elros

Guess who is who 👀

Part one of my kidnap fam doodles! I'll probs be drawing more kidnap fam stuff this coming week.