#maedhros puffy hair :]

[heathcliffgirl1847]

Hi! For the drawing requests could I ask for Maedhros and Maglor (maybe post-Thangorodrim) if that catches your fancy? thank you! ❤️

hello! im not very good at sad stuff but i wanted to try a little sketchy thing

[doodle-pops]

Having A S/O With Curly Hair

Headcanons: Maedhros, Celegorm, Fingon, Turgon, Finarfin, Thingol, Beleg, Elrond

A/N: A little something for all my curly-haired readers :) Enjoy!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Maedhros

I headcanon his hair being luscious curls, so Mae definitely knows how to style your hair. Don’t worry about detangling, he has that down perfectly and will even listen as you explain the hair products and oils you use to keep your hair soft and silky. He’ll even suggest some of his own home remedies that he uses to keep his hair tangle-free.

Mae would have tons of hairpins and clips, ribbons and hair-holders just for you whenever he had to style your hair. The issue is that your hair takes way longer than his to handle. A few times, he had got his hand stuck in the locks in your curls. One minute you’ll hear him chatting lively, and the next, he’s silent. That’s when you know he ran into some problems. It’s funny if you asked him about it because he’ll reply with, “No, no, it’s alright, I’m fine. I know what I’m doing.” It takes him a long time before he gets his hand out and asks for your assistance to hold parts of your hair.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Celegorm

Now don’t get me started, he might not appear as someone who knows much about fancy hairdos, but the minute he sees how springy your hair is, he is suddenly the best hairstylist ever. Whenever you have to style your hair, you would see Tyelko popping into the room so he can attempt some braid he learned from other hunters.

The look of determination on his face just to part your hair in sections is pure bliss. He takes styling your hair as seriously as hunting; do not disturb him. Either he bites your hand or smacks it with the comb (like most of our mothers). The problem is, as much as he styles your hair in a fancy braid, your hair is still tangled underneath. Even when your hair is loose, his hands are always running through it and then getting stuck. You feel tugs against your scalp, and as you look up, there is Tyelko fighting a battle with your curls wrapped around his fingers. “Your hair is always trying to eat me; it's hungry like you.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Fingon

He got curly hair just like you, so you’re partners in crime. Fingon allows you to use all his hair products and home remedies for detangling and achieving soft and silky curls. Most of the time, it’s him who’s doing all the hair styling, whether it’s simple or extravagant, he does your hair. You don’t have to worry about him tugging and pulling it if he gets stuck while styling. Also, this means that you get the best hair accessories since he knows all the good ones for curly hair.

He understands the struggles of curly hair, especially when it’s brushed out and becomes one giant puff of floof. One day when you need to wash your hair, he’s there with all the shampoos and oils and purposefully takes you out to see your hair puffy after being airdried. Don’t worry, he pities you and would lend you his ribbons and hairpins to keep the wildness tamed. However, when he isn’t styling your hair and his fingers are running through the curls, they do get caught and he’ll just look at your hair before commenting, “Your hair doesn’t want us to part. It’s keeping me trapped!”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Turgon

Poor baby has watched his elder brother with all his voluminous hair and wonders how he keeps it tamed; now has to do the same with you. Turgon is making trips to his brother constantly to beg for assistance so he could braid your hair without causing discomfort—he bought many pretty hairpins and clips for you to use. He learned the hard way that using a brush on curly hair isn’t the best option.

Turgon treats your hair delicately and only touches it when you request his help, other than that, he’s watching in awe as you handle your hair with ease. He’ll sit for hours and throw tons of questions so he can understand how to deal with the volume ad curls. From there, he’ll grow braver and attempt to apply simple small braids to your hair and put some flowers in between. He’s so eager to attempt fancier braids in your hair, thus, he puts a lot of effort into spending time learning and practising how to care for your curls. The bravest act he’ll manage to do without worrying would be patting your hair. “It’s so delicate and pillowy, so many curls…”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Finarfin

He’s amazed and in awe by the volume of curls you’re bringing to the table dearie. Even when your style your hair, you always leave sections open for the natural curls to be on show, he’s gawking. You’ll see his fingers twitching to reach out and touch a few strands because he’s never seen someone with so many curls. Finarfin considers your hair to be clouds at this point because it appears fluffy.

Finarfin would sit for hours and just adore the way you comb your hair with ease and then become flustered when you request his assistance. He’ll become stunned and point at himself to clarify that you want him to style your hair or comb it out. You’ll teach him how to section your hair to make it easier for styling and detangling, and in return, he’ll gift you a ton of hair accessories. One day, you’ll receive a box full of beautiful hair clips and ribbons to wear in your hair. “I hope these can make up for how beautiful your hair is.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Thingol

He acts like your hair isn’t anything fancy or amazing, but deep down, he’s asking everyone who has curly hair for advice and then threatening to stay silent. This way, when he approaches you to style your hair with ease, he’s a professional at it. But it doesn’t stop his fingers from becoming ensnared by your untamed curls whenever he becomes a little too proud of his accomplishments.

Sometimes, he’ll sit quietly with a glass of wine and observe as you make parts in your hair and add twists and braids, or he would hover. Handing you clips and ribbons, combs and pins while fluttering about like some bee, ensuring that it fits, and you look beautiful. That way, he’ll know to order more hair accessories as gifts. Thingol’s favourite moment is when your hair is loose and free-flowing in the wind; whether it cascades down your back or stops at your shoulder, he marvels at all the richness of the curls. Using your hair on him is a good way to avoid arguments, just come with your hair open and he’ll lose focus midway because your hair is distracting. “It’s like you have a natural crown on your head all the time.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Beleg

Another hunter who wants to eagerly experiment on your hair with new hairstyles he learned from all the other guards during his time away. He’ll even politely ask the princess if she could teach him some braids for curly hair so that he can reciprocate on yours. When he returns, he comes bearing gifts and eager fingers to get tangled in your curls. 

In the middle of him talking himself through the process he learned, you’ll hear his voice growing silent as he messes up a braid or got his finger ensnared. His soft voice followed by a nervous chuckle will be heard as he calls you for help. “Ah…help please?” His favourite times are washing day. He’ll sit and help you shampoo and oil the roots of your scalp, carefully sectioning your hair and listening to your advice. When you’re finished, he’ll offer to detangle and give you some simple braids to keep your hair neat.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Elrond

He knows how to handle your hair professionally and with delicate care; you’ll feel as though he’s putting you to sleep as he brushes and combs through all the tangles. No head jerking or crying out in pain as he detangles and braids, it’s smooth sailing. Just know that Elrond had read lots of books on how to handle curly hair before attempting to battle with yours.

On leisure days, as you both are sitting or cuddling, his fingers would comb through your curls despite knowing they would become trapped. His fascination with your curls and their springiness of them is never-ending; he’ll give tiny tugs to them as he becomes playful. “Beautiful hair for a beautiful lover. Unique just like you,” he’ll whisper before planting a kiss on your floof of curls. You can always count on Elrond to style your hair in the most extravagant braids and styles, accompanied by beautiful accessories he commissioned for you.

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[lordgrimwing]

Smut #05

[for Maedhros and Maglor week, hosted by @maedhrosmaglorweek]

Maglor leaned back against Maedhros, letting his head tip against his chest. His brother’s heart beat steadily under the linen shirt, unwavering, constant, dependable. He sighed. Maedhros chuckled softly into his hair. They sat atop the high stone promontory overlooking the glen and long-overgrown pass down to the stagnated town.

“Told you you could do it,” He said with a smile.

Maedhros huffed out a breath that disturbed the wisps of black hair that escaped the smaller elf’s brain during the climb. “You did.”

He wrapped one arm around his brother’s side, pulling him closer. He kept his other arm by his side, conscious of the climbing pick strapped to his arm. It was Curufin’s idea—though Fëanor guided the fifteen-year-old in the actual making—an addition to the other aids he’d made for him since the feral pig attack and following infection that took one of his hands. So were the straps from the padded cup on his arm to the harness cinched around his chest that let him use the pick with enough confidence to manage the challenging ascent to the promontory. Only a week ago, he thought he’d never see the valley from up here again, now here he sat, sweaty and triumphant.

He bent forward to nuzzle his nose into Maglor’s hair. “Thank you for convincing me.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be very fun if I had to come up here alone for the rest of my life,” Maglor teased.

“Yes,” Maedhros agreed. He smoothed the untucked shirt with his hand—Maglor was never able to keep his shirt tucked unless he wore overalls, which he hadn't bothered with today. Maedhros loved it. “No one else would possibly have wanted to join you.”

Maglor shrugged. “We both know Celegorm would turn it into a competition I could never hope to win, and Caranthir hates heights.”

“Oh, right.” As if he would ever forget that. Curufin didn’t particularly enjoy climbing, and Amrod and Amras were still too young to try for the promontory. Besides, Maglor didn’t want to sit up here with any brother. He wanted to sit up here with Maedhros.

Maglor fingered the bottom of his shift. When he finished the hem covered Maedhros’ hand. 

Taking the invitation, Maedhors slid his hand up the shirt to cup a swell of soft flesh on the other’s chest and run his calloused thumb over the nipple.

Maglor turned his head to nuzzle Maedhros’ neck.

Maedhros inhaled the familiar scent of soap and sweat. He hadn’t realized Maglor washed this morning. It seemed a little pointless when they planned to go climbing later but he’d admit he liked the smell. There was very little his brother could do that he didn’t like.

The stone was warm under them. A few puffy white clouds drifted across the sky, promising another rain-free afternoon.

Maglor kissed and nibbled Maedhros’ neck and jaw as he teased his thumb around the hard nipple again. They gasped together when Maglor sucked hard enough to bruise and Maedhros pinched his thumb and forefinger together.

Maglor pushed his brother’s hand away suddenly, making him worry for a moment that he wasn’t enjoying this anymore. But instead of pulling away, he turned in the embrace and, grinning, shoved his brother back until he lay stretched out on the white rock. 

Maedhros went willingly, snagging his arm around the other’s hips and dragging him along so he fell on his chest. Somehow, their legs tangled together. It was very deliberate on Maglor’s part.

Maedhros hummed deep in his chest as they kissed each other, tilting his hips up to tease Maglor with a hit of what would come. He ran his hand up the arching spine to cup the back of his slender neck. The stone wasn’t the most comfortable surface they’d made out on as of late, but he was distracted enough to not mind.

No one expected them home until sundown.

They’d be taking every advantage of that.

[eleajay]

Maiar Power Activated!

So P1 is how they all look like when their powers are in use. P2 is their looks under usual circumstances. Below is my explanation and some headcanons.

Melian: the reason all these peredhil have powers :D

Power of singing, healing, hypnosis, telepathy, future-seeing

The Girdle is just hypnosis and telepathy but on a very large scale. She has other forms, including one which is just a huge human-size nightingale, and another one with human body and nightingale head, kinda like Horus in Egyptian mythology.

Lúthien: oh the fairest of all who put down Morgorth by singing

Power of singing, hypnosis, telepathy, disguise

Of course, all these powers are very effective against Morgorth. The thinner and brighter halo represents Melian, and the other represents Thingol. The powers are retained in her second and mortal life, and she mimicked her mother’s girdle and made a similar but much smaller one around where she and Beren lived together, which was why the Fëanorians never found them.

Dior: poor guy died before we can find out if he’s mortal or not

Power of hypnosis, telepathy

He used it against Celegorm during the second kinslaying, and killed him while he was distracted. He also used it against Maedhros and made him saw Dior as Fingon, which unfortunately actually pissed Maedhros off and drove him deeper into a mad killing spree.

Elwing: from young princess to saving the day

Power to transform into a white bird

The end of her hair turned white after her first time transforming during the third kinslaying. Became more and more experienced with it as Eärendil sails vingilot towards Valinor, since she had plenty time on the ship and there’s really not much to do. Likes to sit on Eärendil’s head, shoulders or arms, and prefers head the most. Since Eärendil’s hair is already always puffy and messy, she made a bird nest on his head with his hair. He enjoys having her on his head a lot, and pets her wings sometimes, but gets bitten from time to time.

Elrond: my personal favourite, needs a hug very badly

Power to shine the light of Eärendil and future-seeing

He sees future with only left eye, so the future vision is overlapped with the reality seen by his right eye. It’s sometimes quite traumatising, seeing for example someone’s face on their dead corpse and right in front of him alive at the same time. Picked up the habit of covering his marking during his time in Lindon, as every elf and human are extremely curious towards him————son of the legendary Eärendil, with a face looking like Lucien. He’s tired of everyone asking him to show them the marking or even show them the halo, which is tiring to use and not so under his control at the time. In time the curiosity from those around him died down and he learned to control the halo better, but still kept the habit from that time. The detailed description of his halo is here:

Elros: sometimes I can’t believe he and Elrond are twins

Power of to glow the light of Eärendil and healing

I really like the idea that “the hands of a king are the hands of a healer” came from the Maia power of the Númenorean Kings inherited from Elros. Atheleas is canonically brought to middle-earth by Númenoreans, so here is THE first atheleas————on Elros’ head. With Elrond’s help (since he’s better at plants and medicine than Elros) they were able to transfer some of the plant from his head to fuse with another plant. Elros later named it atheleas/asëa aranion. Since the source of atheleas’ healing power is the same as that of the Númenorean kings, they work better in the hands of those kings. Also, Elros was able to gather human followers during the War of Wrath fairly well because of his god-like healing powers. ( A bit like how Jesus gathers followers through healing people with miracles) And of course, his powers were also retained like Lucien’s after he chose a mortal life.

A bit more on the twins:

Elros has healing powers, so Elrond had to study healing and medicine to achieve as much healing as Elros can with a lift of his hand, while Elrond has future-seeing powers, so Elros had to study strategies and politics to achieve as much comprehension as Elrond can with a blink of his eye. (Study from Maglor and Maedhros respectively actually lol) And btw I didn’t draw it here since these are just busts, but Elros has a similar “halo” that glows the light of Eärendil as well, but it’s around his right wrist when using, instead of on the head like Elrond’s, and it “glows” instead of “shines” like Elrond’s. His more-like-a-bracelet-halo can drive evil and darkness out of a victim better, while Elrond’s can repulse evil and darkness away from a combatant better.

Arwen: oh the evenstar the end and beginning of an age

Power of future-seeing

Not as good as her Ada. The top star on her forehead represents Elrond, the bottom one is Aragorn, and the middle one is the same as her evenstar necklace. Doesn’t like to wear circlets, or at least those that cover her forehead, likes to show her marking, unlike her Ada. This is because she was raised in Imladris and Lothlorien, and basically everyone close already know how her father’s marking came to be, and was not too curious on hers, but only complimented and took as usual. So she would actually be a bit flattered to see someone interested in hearing the reason behind it.

Eldarion: the re-combining of the bloodline of the twins

Power of healing

It’s interesting that the bloodline of Elrond should enhance the power from the bloodline of Elros. So, he actually has a stronger healing power than Aragorn or his ancestors, but he should be the “anomaly” in the line of kings. His descendants would not have the extra boost in powers, just the usual level of “king’s hand is healer’s hand” with some better at it, and some worse.

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power couple!

[id: three pieces of art, one featuring fingon and maedhros from tolkien’s silmarillion next to each other, and one closeup each.

fingon has a round face, dark brown skin, black eyes and black hair in box braids that fall loosely down their back and over their shoulder. they’re wearing a glittery piece of red clothing with gold embroidery, as well as various pieces of gold jewellery (headdress, necklace, armbands, and nose ring) studded with red jewels.

maedhros has long, curly red hair, black eyes, a long face, and slightly lighter, warm brown skin with freckles on his face and collarbones. they’re wearing a puffy, long-sleeved blue shirt as well as gold earrings and two gold necklaces, one of which is feanor’s star.

both fingon and maedhros have several scars, although maedhros has a lot more. the background is a solid magenta, and there are white outlines around fingon and maedhros./end id]

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

Some pre-Darkening Fëanorian doodles!! I wanted to do all of them, but there wasn't room and I didn't want to resize all my hard work decided to make a strategic tactical decision to not cram so it would look better. And besides, I drew Maglor and the twins for Fëanorian Week, so they're tired. :)

Left to right, top to bottom: Maedhros, (redesigned) Caranthir, Curufin, Celegorm.

Image Description under the cut!!

[Image Description: a digital drawing of four elves. From top left to bottom right: Maedhros, a pale-skinned, freckled elf with red hair and a white shirt embroidered with shapes in yellow, red, green, and blue. Caranthir, who has long, dark-brown hair covering part of his face and wearing a dusky red robe with a blue ribbon. He has tan skin and freckles. Curufin, who has short blue-black hair and glasses, and is wearing a red vest with a high collar and yellow borders over a puffy-sleeved grey shirt. His earrings are in the shape of eight-pointed stars and he has glasses. Celegorm, an elf wrapped in a blue blanket with yellow circles. He has messy blond hair with a few red and green beads in it, and he is smiling widely. He is wearing loose white pants and no shirt and has a few freckles. In the center of the picture, there is a small sketch of an eight-pointed star. //End Description]

[theelvenhaven]

Wilting Confidence

Gwindor x Reader

2.1k words

Warning: angstyish, self deprecation

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Dinner had been a rather quiet affair for both you and Gwindor, while usually that was a nice and comfortable silence between the two of you. When it was a dinner with his fellow councilmen it had become a quiet dinner of concern. Work clearly carried over into the dinner despite the wives and husbands present, leaving for most of you to sit in silence as they discussed work matters. 

Mormegil mostly being the reason for this, as Gwindor whispered to you that this had been a matter he had been fighting against Mormegil over. Open warfare against the Dark Vala. It came as no surprise that your husband would vehemently and calmly argue against such tactics, he was living proof of what could be expected to happen should it be done again. He was lucky proof for being able to escape. 

Though quickly the dinner soured as Gwindor once more put his bid in against Mormegil, the council making slights against your husband. Making mention of his inability to even fight against the Dark Vala so why would he add in input… Even going as far to mention how he wouldn’t even be able to protect you if it came down to it. 

It was incredibly unfair yet as you opened your mouth to say something, Gwindor placed his good hand on your thigh. A signal to stop you… Leaving for you two to dine together in silence. You had half expected Mormegil to say something in defense of him, as your husband held a love for him even despite all that befell him because of Mormegil’s presence. Yet he said nothing, only seemingly high on hubris at the council’s praise.

Gwindor’s shoulders had slumped, his gray hair seemingly more dull, and those fine lines seemingly more visible as he furrowed his brows. His expression was one of exhaustion and lament… And now you had witnessed first hand how quick the other councilmen had been to use his disability against him. Rather than listening to his experience and wisdom with such things, and while you knew Mormegil had good intentions… 

You despised him for the council was far more ready to listen to him than Gwindor. Just as quickly did they turn on him and take it all out on him… He had mentioned before that they used his disability against him. You could only imagine what other slights they made against him when you weren’t present for such things.

Your walk back to your room had still been that of silence, Gwindor’s expression still crestfallen and disappointed and you could only imagine what was running through his mind. Though you kept your questions to yourself, until you were in the privacy of your room… As soon as the door opened and Gwindor stepped in he was quick to move to the couch to sit before the hearth.

His hand covering his mouth as he rested his elbow against the arm of the couch, eyes transfixed on the fire before himself. Gently you shut the door, and quietly moved to take your place next to him, placing your hand on his bad wrist. Letting your finger gently rub against the soft skin that was exposed, barely pulling Gwindor from his thoughts.

“Gwindor…” You breathed out softly turning more to face him, he only hummed out to acknowledge you. Frowning softly, your brought a hand up to gently tuck some of his gray hair behind his ear, watching as Gwindor closed his eyes for a moment at the gentle affection. 

“What is on your mind?” You breathed out softly to him, tilting your head some as you investigated him. For a long moment there was only the sound of the fire crackling and popping in the hearth that filled the room as you waited patiently for him to answer. Before finally Gwindor seemed to double over some on his self so dramatically, his arm resting on his elbow and good hand cradling his face. 

Concern quickly filled you and you all but jumped into his lap as you scooted closer, bringing a hand to his back and a hand to his wrist,

“My love… what is the matter?” You asked quickly, as it was so rare Gwindor let himself be so openly emotional before you. Usually it was you he leaned on you quietly, not giving way to his fear or wearing only mild worry on his face or a gentle frown… You could hear the shaky breath he took and you heard the plip of tears beginning to fall into his lap. Your heart twisted tightly in your chest, waiting impatiently for his answer on baited breath.

“I am utterly worthless…” He breathed out to you finally and you frowned deeply at his words, you shook your head quickly at his words. Stark surprise filling you at the sudden self depreciation that left his mouth. Gwindor was always optimistic, and yet... this was not like your love.

“That is not true Gwindor.” You countered just as quickly, beginning to rub his back softly moving to press a soft kiss to his temple as another heavy breath left him. 

“It is true, meldanya… It is foolish to ignore the fact that I can offer nothing to both the council or to you.” You practically hissed at the words that he spoke, knowing that it was far from the truth and that the council's treatment of your husband was entirely unjust and unfair. The fact the King Orodreth had done nothing to stave off the rude comments about your husband's condition infuriated you. You couldn’t imagine just how long this had been going on…

“Gwindor, what in Eru’s name would make you say such things?” You pressed with hurt in your voice, as you were not used to hearing Gwindor’s self esteem be so low. You knew he could get tired and exhausted and overwhelmed… You knew of his nightmares and flashbacks. But this was entirely new to you. Still Gwindor did not raise his head to face you, clearly ashamed of himself and not having the heart to face you. 

“I only speak the same truth in which the council speaks of. I can do nothing to protect you, to keep Nargothrond safe.” He began, keeping his voice even and emotionless as he spoke. Gwindors voice low and raspy, and he brought his good hand down to cover his grey eyes and as you tilted your head to see more of his face, you could see streaks glisten in the light of the fire from his tears.

“I cannot master even what a Prince has managed, with the same ailment as myself… Menial tasks are even difficult for me. Let us not even discuss how unattractive I am as well as added to the list of worthlessness.” Gwindor continued, 

“You have been far deserving of someone fair, strong and more well liked than myself. I was selfish in asking you to be mine.” You felt fire burning through your veins as he finished, openly confessing to you now that you had asked. Typical for Gwindor as he didn’t like to burden you with his thoughts if he felt they were not welcomed or wanted… Gently you brought a hand to his cheek, and he turned his head to face away from you. Fury filled you, though it was not directed at him, it was the fact that the surmounting issues with council helped fester his insecurities.

“Gwindor… look at me.” You whispered, but he didn’t budge. Stubborn… when he wanted to be at least. Quietly you moved from your spot on the couch, kneeling before him and taking his face into your hands, letting your thumb wipe away the trail of tears. He did nothing to thwart your affections,

“You are not worthless.” You began strongly giving him little room to debate or counter against what you said so firmly and full of intense conviction. 

“The council does not speak the truth on the elf that you are. Your worth is measured more than in just your ability to pick up a sword, and I do not expect for you to be as a Feanorian is with a sword, Gwindor. You are not Prince Maedhros, and I do not want a Prince Maedhros.” You began sitting up on your knees to press a kiss to his forehead, lingering for a long moment and allowing your words to settle and sink into his mind.

“You are compassionate, wise, gentle and strong Gwindor.” You knew not everyone would come out of thralldom and have half the optimism he did, though you knew Gwindor had low moments. You expected nothing less,

“You are worthy and provide invaluable counsel to those who need it, you’re helpful and warm. The Councilmen are the ones who seem to be doing everything in their power to not listen to what would keep Nargothrond safe. They are utter fools to not listen to you, and Mormegil equally as so if not more to keep thwarting every word you speak.” Pressing your forehead to his, feeling him move his hands from his face, keeping his eyes closed as you held his face still. 

Leaning up to press another kiss to the top of his head and forehead, you knew you couldn’t fix or solve the problem entirely with your words. But you hoped that at least you could help put some better confidence in him so he could build himself up. Gwindor only sighed leaning forward and to the side, resting his head on your shoulder as you sat up on your knees, bringing your arms to wrap around his neck.

“And Gwindor… You are so beautiful.” You whispered sweetly resting your head against his as you held him, but slowly he shook his head. Failing to see how that could possibly be the case as the days of youthfulness in appearance was gone, his hair grayed even from the torture… it was not so much the scars that bothered him as it had been the aging. Your fingers running through the coarse strands, untangling at your gentle brushing holding him close to you as you two sat together in silence for a moment.

“I adore your grey hair, and how expressive you appear with the fine lines… and missing your hand has never taken away your beauty. I despise how you came to hate the things I love about you, but they’ve never taken away from your beauty.” You whispered to him in his long pointed ear, feeling him finally begin pulling away to look at you. His eyes puffy and red from his crying, and still glistening with tears that shed down his cheeks, and quick were you to bring your hands up to hold his face again.

“If asking me to be yours was selfish, then I shall thank Eru everyday for it. For I want nothing more than you in my life, if it is selfish of you to ask for my time and affections then I beg of you to be more selfish with me Gwindor.” You gave him a soft smile meaning every single word that dripped from your lips, heavily emphasizing every word so he’d know that you meant what you said. 

At this Gwindor sighed beginning to nod his head, swallowing thickly as you searched his face intently. You brought a hand to hold his good one, smiling still at him as you squeezed it with care. 

“How about a bath together hm?” You suggested, thumb gently caressing him.

“And then we lay down to rest.” Gwindor quietly looked over your face, his expression not breaking even still. Slowly he began to nod at your words, prompting you to stand and gently pull him to his feet. Gwindor following your lead, and you hoped that the extra love and affection you could shower him in would help make him feel better. 

Before pulling him along to the bathroom you stood on your toes, gently pulling him down so you could kiss his lips. Gwindor indulging you in your affections, even if he was slightly hesitant, leaning down to kiss you gently. Lips melding softly against yours, and hearing the soft sigh that escaped him at the affection before you two parted slightly.

“I love you Gwindor... And everything about you.” You whispered to him warmly, and finally you watched his face visibly relax and a very faint smile pulling at his lips.

“I love you too, Y/N...” He whispered in return, and at that you gently began to pull him to the bathroom, happy to help take care of him. You only hoped that you could help make Gwindor feel better... and that maybe the council would finally listen to your sweet husband...

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tags: @saviorsongwrites @lilmelily @dicksoutformtl​ @fandom-hoe101​ @icarus-fell-in-spring​ @allinwonderlands​ @red-riding​

[thatfeanorian]

could i get maedhros/fingon for the prompt "i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time"? ^^

Omg moo of course, I had so much fun writing this one!

"i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time" Maedhros chuckled, and Fingon pulled his three hats a little lower over his eyes,

“Listen when you actually experience temperature changes like a normal person feel free to talk to me again, but you’re wearing a tee shirt and it’s negative two degrees out here.” Maedhros shrugged, leaning over and wrapping his arm around Fingon’s shoulders, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Fingon’s nose was red with the cold and even in his two jackets and three hats he was shivering. His dark hair was speckled with snow, and though he looked utterly insane in his multi-layered getup, Maedhros couldn’t help thinking that he was too beautiful to be real. 

“I do experience temperature changes,” He said, laughing, “It’s just not that cold right now.” Fingon huffed and his breath made a little puff of steam in the air. 

“Yeah right. Just shut up and keep me warm.” He replied, and Maedhros let out another laugh, leaning over and obliging, though he did wonder how well his lanky form would be able to keep Fingon out of the cold if two jackets weren’t doing the job. 

Really, Fingon looked like a cartoon character, the puffy coats inhibiting his arm movement a little and the three hats making his head look enormous. Maedhros chuckled, pulling FIngon a little closer against him, and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. 

“You know you really are irresistible,” He murmured and Fingon pouted,

“I really am cold! Why don’t we take this inside instead of languishing out here in the freezing middle of winter!” 

“What, I’m not keeping you warm enough?” Maedhros asked in mock offence, and Fingon scowled over at him,

“Come on, you rediculous beanpole of epic proportions lets go back inside and I’ll make us hot chocolate.” Maedhros really truly didn’t mind the weather, but the sight of Fingon’s hopeful eyes peering back in the direction of the couch and a warm fire, he had to admit that maybe that such a thing sounded very attractive,

“Okay, but I’m not letting you anywhere near the stove after last time. Besides, you know my hot chocolate is better than your burned char.” He said playfully and kissed Fingon again, one last time out with the snow falling over their heads, and then hurried back towards the house, pulling Fingon along behind him, back to the warmth of a warm hearth and a moment of time alone.

[red-riding]

Vampire: Maglor X Reader

This is my entry for part four of  the 13 days of spooky writing event hosted by @dumbassunderthemountain​ with the prompt of costume. I have these head cannons about what thing a lot of tolkien characters would be for halloween if you guys want me to create a head cannon on my other ideas for character please comment it and your wish will be granted. I honestly feel Maglor would be an amazing vampire. Dark hair check, pale flawless skin check, enchanting voice check. Just give this boy fangs and red contacts and put in him in black and boom! Vampire Maglor!

Warning: Some angst, with some fluff. 

(Gif is from the amazing movie what we do in the shadows, Its worth a watch and I thought this gif fit the story)

“Maglor please.” You whined to the ellon you were courting.

“Y/n I don't see the point, you want me to put on fake teeth and red things in my eyes? Its seems like a waste of time and I will look foolish” Maglor countered you're whining.

You see you had ended up stuck in middle earth by some magic from modern earth. You loved it here, but there were some things you missed. Dressing up with friends being one of them. You had this wonderful and to be frank pretty sexy image of Maglor dressed up in costume as a vampire that you wanted to make reality.

You had told elves here of the traditions you had from earth and Feanor became so inspired he decided to throw a costume party of sorts. The only issue is that everyone but Maglor was on board. 

“Maglor you will look great, please! Im going to be dressed up as a witch. All your brothers agreed to dress up, even Maedhros and your Father!” You begged. 

“I haven't the slightest idea why Maedhros agreed however my father is a fool, who loves this sort of thing.” Maglor argued.

“Are you implying I'm a fool?” You accused the tall dark haired ellon, pain filling your heart. Maglor instantly felt his heart sting from hearing the hurt in your voice. Before he could respond you stormed off.

“Fine! If this is all so foolish to you, I don't want you to be part of it, don't even come to the party.” You ran to your chambers, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. 

You understood that this was not a big deal in reality however to you it was more than just a costume. You have been embracing elven traditions, to their clothing, music and language all for Maglor however he won't even participate in one celebration from your world. You did not even feel as if you wanted to go anymore, all the fun being drained from halloween. So you sat in your room crying into your pillow, missing your home world and wishing you could go back. 

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You could hear the party starting downstair however could not bring yourself to care. Little did you know Maglor had a changed of heart and dressed up as a vampire as you had wished and actually enjoyed it. He was wondering through the party looking for you among all the elves in costume, so he could apologize but to no luck. Maybe you were still getting ready in your room he thought so he   set off to meet you in your room. 

You hear a soft knock on your door. 

“y/n, my angel, Its Maglor. I want to apologize.” Maglor spoke through the door.

“Go away! I don't want to hear it.” You yelled back. 

Maglor sighed and softly opened your door only to be hit in the face by a pillow thrown by you.

“Get out!” you demanded. 

Maglor felt even more guilt when he took in your disheveled appearance. Your eyes were red and puffy from crying and voice scratchy. 

As you looked at Maglor in the costume you got for him, you were beyond surprised. 

‘Y-you dressed up? why? You shakily questioned Maglor.

“I realized how wrong I was, I should not have been so close minded about your traditions. Please accept my apology my love.” Maglor explained.

You decided to accept Maglor apology and a small smirk came to your face as you looked over the ellon. You were right, he truly did look sexy as a vampire.

“I will accept your apology only if you admit you look great as a vampire.” You said with a smirk. 

Maglor sighed at your teasing but smiled nonetheless. “Yes I agree, now can you get dressed up so we can go to the party. I can't way to see how enchanting you will look as a witch.” Maglor teased back making you lightly blush. You nodded your head and before getting change you walked over to Maglor to pull him down into a soft love filled kiss which he happily returned. After the kiss was over you then lightly slapped him, not enough to cause any harm. 

“that's for making me cry.” You explained.

Maglor chucked at this and went outside your room to wait for you to change with a smile exited for the night. 

[turin-too-deep-turambar]

They look 10x better as thumbnails. Part of the problem is I’m drawing on very bumpy painting paper, the other part is that I am not an artist, I’m a cut-rate costumer at best.

Disclaimers on historical accuracy: This is a shameless blend of 17th and 19th century Polish noble (szlachta) costume. Some artistic liberties have been taken. Most of these fabrics should be brocade, but I’m not about to draw that by hand. The sashes (pas kontuszowy) should also be much more heavily embroidered. I haven’t seen any paintings of wolf skins worn in the manner Curufin is wearing his, but heavy furs were very common. Cheetah and tiger skins are depicted in several contemporary paintings, but usually not with the heads. Many modern reproductions of szlachta armor include them draped in this way. Usually, the hat is worn by the person, not the cheetah.

I have decided not to style the hair in a historically accurate manner just to save us all the pain. I’ve kept the long elven hair for all our sanity.

The szlachta costume consisted of the żupan, kontusz or delia, hat, szabla, pas kontuszowy and, optionally, a cloak/mantle/animal skin.

The żupan was the button-up shirt of the ensemble. It showed a bit at the chest and sometimes the sleeve. It often had buttons. It could also be worn alone, if you were poor. Here, Maedhros, Maglor and Curufin are wearing żupans. Maglor’s has fancy puffed sleeves.

The kontusz (no one here is wearing a delia) was an overcoat with often oversized slashed sleeves, called false sleeves. They could also be sleeveless. Here, Maedhros, Caranthir and Celegorm wear the sleeved variant. Mags is wearing the sleeveless variant.

The hat had to be worn by all polite gentlemen, which is why Celegorm isn’t wearing one. They generally had one or two feathers in them. I can’t find the name for them. Konfederatka springs to mind but I’m not sure that’s the actual name.

The szabla is the most important part of the ensemble. The middle ground between fancy dueling rapier and crusader sword, the szabla is most effective on and off horse and can be wielded as honorably or dishonorably as one likes. Truly the most versatile weapon to grace Middle-Earth, save perhaps the rolling pin.

Cloaks were worn for warmth (gee, thanks, whoda thunk) and were often made in part of a thick, warm hide, wool, and sometimes finer materials like something that looks like immensely heavy velvet were wasted on them.

Speaking of fabric, the rich man’s żupan was commonly made of silk brocade. The kontusz was also silk, generally lined in part with fur for winter, or with a complementary lining that was shown by the false sleeves, standing collar, or a particularly vindictive swish. Here, the characters are wearing mostly russet, brown, gold and black. Very festive of them, as it’s just coming up on fall!

Now on to character notes!

Maedhros is dressed the most historically accurate by a slim margin. He turned out quite a bit lighter here than I anticipated, for whatever reason.

Maglor is holding a suka (I know), an instrument sort of like a lap violin, evidently. Those puffy sleeves were a real thing. They just *screamed* Mags. Those aren’t even a particularly egregious example, if you can believe it.

Celegorm’s armor is actually not that far from an actual hussar, minus the wings and gold trim. Instead of a cross, I’ve included the Fëanorion star. In this universe, his cheetah drape has been affectionately named ‘Curvo’ and wears a hat that his namesake wore as a child. Tyelko’s shitty diadem is a quirk of his character and not something that was ever worn. (Fun meme: Celegorm invents the diadem by accident because he can’t get his tooth necklace over his big fuck-off hair).

That all-black outfit Caranthir is wearing is present in two paintings I can think of, and several photographs. Why doesn’t he win most accurate? That’s a mail shirt peeking out of his collar.

Curufin is wearing a wolfskin named Tyelko and branded on the paws with his insignia and his father’s. That hat is a bit more Russian than Polish, but eh, whatevs. This whole post is a middle finger to anyone who cares about Polish costume at this point anyway, everything’s all over the place and not the least accurate. Pengolodh would have my head.

The Ambarussa are tragically absent. They were both burnt at Losgar in this universe (actually I just ran out of space on the page).

Anyway, I’m feeling entirely too proud of what I’ve done here, so let’s say I stop the self aggrandizement now and let you notice the two or three fun details that remain (assuming fuckin anybody sees this post, lol). How about some other Finwions when I get around to this again? Could be Tuesday, could be November, we’ll just have to see.

[seregel-caranthiriel]

The Twins Are Lost!

The Peredhel twins are too smart and curious for their own good. When Elros' valour and Elrond's thirst for knowledge are added into the mix, things take a dangerous turn. On the bright side though, they bonded with uncle Maitimo!

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*Seregel's POV*

Leaving elflings of the House of Finwë to play unsupervised, especially twins, was always a bad idea. As to how Elrond and Elros ended up playing thus in the courtyard of the fortress on that cold winter morning was a mystery. And it didn't take long for them to disappear entirely. "Uncle!" I shouted and both of them came running towards me. "Are we under attack?" asked uncle Maitimo, ever the vigilant general. "No." said uncle Káno as realisation dawned on his face. "The twins are gone! Lost!" Within ten minutes my uncles were ready to depart and I was already searching the fortress.

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*3rd person POV*

Maedhros was pissed. ‘Now they're lost! Great! I knew taking them is was a bad idea.’ He thought to himself. But against his niece and his brother, he was forced to search for the sons of Elwing. 'More like the sons of Seregel.' he thought with a little bitterness. His niece, being the eldest cousin - much like him - had a tendency to become a second mother (or the only mother) to all her younger cousins. Much like him again. And they both felt the pain of losing them. 'If something happens to these boys, she will  be devastated. Again.'

So for those he loved, he put his bitterness and anger aside. For his brother, who had left his wife back and had been fatherless, and his niece, who had more soul-children that he could count. “Elrond! Elros!” he shouted, giving away his position. Again. And again, till it was twilight, and he could not risk being heard or seen by any servant of the Enemy. Isil was at his peak and he was still searching when he heard multiple heavy footsteps, and the crunching of dry leaves. ‘It cannot be the twins. They walk almost inaudibly, almost like full elves!' He found tracks soon enough. "Yrch..." he muttered disgusted, until a dreadful thought crossed his mind: 'They smelled the boys.' As he swiftly followed the tracks of the orcs, sometimes coming close enough to hear them, he felt more grateful for the darkness of Endórë before the rise of the Sun, that had sharpened his senses. That's when he heard them, little squeals of terror. "Found 'em!" and orc croaked in Black Speech, a tounge Nelyafinwë knew all to well. Tiny feet running, larger ones chasing them. Maedhros had already unseathed his sword and was moving towards the yrch. The twins had seen bloodshed before anyways. Yet they hid under a tree, the roots of which created a cavity perfect for their size. "Grab 'em you idiot!" one shouted. The other made to answer, but was stopped by an elvish blade producing form his chest. Others made to speak or take up arms, yet the battleworn firstborn Fëanorion was swift and deadly. In a matter of minutes, all were dead. After he cleaned his sword, he went and lied flat on his stomach and extended his hands into the cavity. "Take hold of my arms!" he called to the twins. Whatever doubts they might have had about their saviour, all of them disappeard when they laid eyes on the stump and the eight-rayed star on his forearms, as well as the sound of his voice, strong and commanding. They grabbed an arm each and he pulled them up with ease. "Are you hurt?" He asked, concern evident in his voice. The children nodded as silent tears fell from their puffy red eyes. As he was on his knees, he drew them both in a tight hug and kissed the crowns of their heads. "Don't you ever do this to me again, you hear me?" both nodded their heads against his shoulders. "You had me so worried! Scared me halfway to Mandos." and the boys began to sob. "We're sorry!" "We didn't mean to!" "Please don't be mad at us!" "We just wanted to explore!" But it didn't matter now. "Shh, it's alright now. You're safe. I've got you." He whispered and stood up with a twin in each arm, as he would have done with the Ambarussa when they were little. And truth be told, with all of his brothers and cousins. And nieces and nephews. And daughter. "Let's go home." he said to keep from thinking about a girl long lost, with his eyes and the smile of her mother he loved so well. As he moved back towards Amon Ereb, Elrond took a fistful of his hair and buried his face in the luscious red locks, inhaling the calming scent, while Erlos fiddled with a single strand. "You can chew on them if you like. You won't be the first one to do so." he said to the eldest twin quietly, upon seeing that Elrond had fallen asleep. Elros smiled, did so and feel asleep not too long after his twin. And for a moment, as he gazed upon the now peaceful faces of the twins, Maedhros felt as if he was Maitimo again, and his brothers were alive and called him Russandol still.

[theelvenhaven]

I can hardly stand myself

Maglor x scarred!Reader

1.8k words

Court does not go how it was intended. A councilmen and a few humans are caught speaking ill of the reader who grows hysterical and retreats to their room. Maglor does what he can to comfort them.

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Maglor was silent as he stood at the door, ears laying back sadly as he listened to your sniffling. He'd try and come in but he knew your door was locked... it wasn't often did you ever locked him out, of all people. But you were in awful ruins over what had happened in court today. A vile monstrosity of an ellon and a couple of visiting humans had the audacity to make horrific comments about how “horrendously” disfigured you  were...

Their claims were a slither of the truth. The truth was you were indeed disfigured, but not to the extent they had made it out to be. You had a deep wide scar on your left cheek that ran down your cheek and beneath your jaw. Burn scars visibly on the same side that ran down your neck and covering your chest. They were strewn with no rhyme or reason extending past your chest. It had happened in your time before meeting Maglor, you had been kidnapped by orcs and tortured for days before your rescue.

You had always been incredibly self conscious about those scars, even more so when you and Maglor had begun courting. But they were the last thing you thought of when you were with him, and if anything it seemed as if he was helping you work on getting over the insecurity. But he had always known all it would take was for one miserable soul to berate you and it would pull you down, and he knew unfortunately he couldn't prevent it from happening.

As of now he could hear you shuffling around, drawers opening and closing. Furniture being moved, something banging against the wall as you flitted around the room in horrible panic. No doubt in the mix you had stolen horrified glances at your appearance, he could only begin to imagine how far the scars ran down. Hearing you undress in panic and your heavier sobs only allowed for his heartbroken imagination to run wild.

"Meleth..." He began in a gentle voice, but you didn't answer him, you couldn't bare to face him right now of ALL times. Not when you were feeling like this, it felt like your world crashed down upon you. Maglor could hear more shuffling around the room as he was sure looking for heavy clothing to hide your scars despite it being late spring and it going to be awfully warm outside today. It made him sigh and it was times like this he had Carnistirs rage to have punched them. They deserved it...

He almost wished they saw what they had done to you to maybe understand how awful it had hurt you. Then again he was grateful that they didn't, not even Maglor had ever seen you so vulnerable before. Eru knew the how much that they'd possibly revel in all of this.

"Meleth nin... You don't need heavier clothes... You need not hide them..." He said gently through the door and he only heard another muffled sob come out from the other side. It sometimes felt like it was so easy for Maglor to say! He wasn't disfigured in anyway! Maglor was intimidatingly perfect even if he never compared you to himself. In a way as much as you loved him, you resented him for the moment because you'd give so much just to look normal. Like you did before your kidnapping.

"Just go away please..." You whimpered out to him, your back to the door as you finished dressing yourself, the collar was high covering up your collar bones. Your clothes even completely covered your legs, you made sure all of your marred skin covered. There wasn't even a cut out on the back, or any slits to show a sliver of your skin. Even though Maglor stood on the other side of your door you couldn't help but begin to wonder what he'd even think of you if he saw all of them.

Quietly you crawled into bed under the blankets. Scooting to the side of the bed furthest away as you heard Maglor walk off, you sighed out shakily with mild relief. Though your heart continued to constrict painfully in your chest with deep distress. Weeping quietly in self loathing, that was until there were two approaching sets of foot steps.

While laying there you could hear Maedhros' deep voice speaking softly and gently to Maglor and you squeezed your eyes tightly in frustration! It was incredibly unfair sometimes that Maglor's brother was the Lord of Himring. Because if ever there was a concern when you locked yourself away, he willingly just gave up the spare key to your bed room. It was a wonder your partner didn't own a key at this rate.

The tears didn't stop as you listened with dread in your stomach as the key slid into the door and unlocked it. Maglor slipping into the room alone after some departing words with Maedhros. As he slipped in, he was greeted to sight of it blacked out. Candles out, curtains shut, a few outfits strewn out on the floor surely in your attempt to find the heavy one he knew you had on now.

Even your mirror had been removed from the wall... Maglor spotted you beneath your comforters, a solitary sobbing lump on the bed. He looked at your shaking form sympathetically as he moved to sit on the empty side of your mattress. Carefully he pulled the top of the comforter down to reveal your face that you kept staring away from him.

"Meleth nin..." He whispered comfortingly, bringing a hand to run through your long silky hair. You shook hard sniffling trying to control yourself but with Maglor being so sweet it was so hard. Maglor desperately wanted to tell you not to cry, but he knew just how badly their words had struck you.

"Everything they said was unbelievably cruel and said strictly out of spiteful jealousy..." Maglor said in his soothing voice, you only shook your head at his words as your curled in on yourself. He made a soft sound of sympathy gazing down at you sadly,

"But they are not wrong! None of what they said is wrong! I AM disfigured, I look horrible!" You cried out sadly only hurting Maglors heart further for you. To know you thought so little of yourself,

"But they are wrong Meleth nin... Not once has your scars ever taken away from your beauty. You are absolutely beautiful they are fools and selfish to even speak so horribly of you." Maglor said with anger in voice but you knew very well it was in no way directed at you. His hands gently rubbing your back now as he leaned over to sweetly kiss your forehead.

"How can you possibly think that I hold any beauty? You haven't even seen how many there are!" You explained in a choked voice, terrified and angry of what he might think of you now. No one except one solitary healer knew the extent of just how bad the scars had been, and how much skin they really covered. Maglor was quiet as he continued to stroke your hair lovingly,

"I can hardly stand myself. I cannot even begin to imagine what you will think if you ever saw the rest of me." You bawled out heartbroken, that was your biggest fear. The disgust and rejection that he'd bestow to you once he saw you bare terrified you. Maglor held his breath at your words, it made more sense now as to why you hadn't wanted anything more intimate in your courtship to progress.

He was quietly praying to Eru that Maedhros would punish them appropriately. Maglor was confident he would, considering Maedhros knew precisely how you felt.

"I adore you meleth!" He said in a breathless manner to you, leaning over to rest his forehead against your temple as his hair draped forward tickling your skin as his arm wrapped around your waist.

"I love everything about you... You are incredibly exquisite! From your beautiful eyes and how they light up when you are excited or when you see me. To the smile you wear when you're in absolute bliss... Your skin is absolutely radiant, and it glows beautifully in the sun and in the light of the moon. And your scars, shimmer like stunning streaks of precious metal. They are apart of you and I adore and love all of you." His entrancing voice spoke to you in your ear, quieting your sobs as you listened to his words.

"You mean the everything and more to me. You are radiant in every way, you are kind and gentle.. You are caring and compassionate. I love you with all of my heart, my darling one." He breathed out sweetly arm pulling you a little closer to him, his lips pressing to your cheek. Making sure he was gentle and even running his lips over the scars he could see not caring that they were there. They were apart of you and just as he said Maglor loved every part of you.

You sniffled quietly before slowly rolling over to look at him. Your eyes were red and puffy, your cheeks blushing a soft pink. You could hardly believe that he saw all of that in you, when you saw none of what he spoke of. Maglor couldn't help but smile softly at the sight of you, adoring the way the wonder seemed to twinkle in your eyes at what he said to you.

"Really..?" You whispered out and a gentle smile grew wider as he nodded at your words. His freehand coming to your cheek where he caressed sweetly and wiping away your tears. His hand calloused but it felt so good against you, Maglor was satisfied that you seemed to melt at his affections.

"Truly, my dear. I mean every single word." He said lovingly to you before he leaned down to kiss your lips sweetly. You couldn't help but hum at how good and sweet this ellon was to you. And you loved him with all of your heart.

"I love you, my darling. No matter what it is you may think of yourself, or what anyone else might say." He whispered to you, lips brushing against yours as he spoke to you. You hummed softly at his words, heart swelling by how genuine and tender he was being with you. It helped make so many of your insecurities melt away for the moment.

"I love you too..." You whispered in return, fingers coming to gently hold his face. He pressed his forehead against yours rubbing his nose softly against yours.

"Would you like to change? It is going to get warmer today." He whispered his hand on your hip squeezing gently. Slowly you shook your head and as much as he loathed it, he understood completely. Maglor only nodded at your gesture,

"Once, I feel better I'll change back, But right now..." You whispered and Maglor nodded again, he didn't blame you. With as much panic that they induced he wouldn't dare press you, instead just like Maedhros suggested, he'd give you time.

"It's okay meleth, I understand." He whispered to you kissing you softly again and you only hummed again at how good it felt to be loved so unconditionally.