#nelyafinwe maitimo

[lovefairymina]

Maedhros: "My last name would look so good on you."

Y/N, without hesitation: "I will marry your dad just to humiliate you"

Freezing mid-sentence, the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed his shock. For a moment, he simply stared, before his voice, low and dry, cut through the silence. “I’d actually pay to see you try.”

[koyunsoncizeri]

«Unworthy»

Missed drawing him!! I'm pretty pleased how this turned out !!

My comms are still open, so if ya wanna have a portrait like this, hit me up 🤙🏻

[doodle-pops]

Show Me Your Devotion

CEO! Maedhros x reader

Kinktober 2023: Cockwarming

A/N: I decided to forgo adding the requests to the post since they were released before over here » List of Requests

Requests: fem!reader, cockwarming, exhibitionism, mean Maedhros, jealousy

Words: 2.2k

Synopsis: Becoming friendly with your new co-worker does not bode well with your boss. Unfortunately for you, his method of teaching a lesson lacks decorum.

“I hope you won’t mind showing your friend that you belonged to another, and he shouldn’t stare shamelessly,” he stated, a self-assured smile playing on his lips.

Extending his finger in a beckoning motion, he signalled you to come around the table. It didn’t take long for you to grasp the implications of his intent. This wasn’t the first time you’d been beckoned like this; each occasion held different motivations. As the reality of his proposition sunk in, your heart quickened. You understood what he was suggesting—a daring move that defied norms and boundaries. The anticipation in the air was palpable as you considered your choice, navigating the delicate balance between professionalism and intimacy.

With a mixture of trepidation and excitement, you approached him, each step carrying a weight of significance. The space between you diminished, the world around you fading as you settled before him. He occupied your grey office chair with a composed ease, his fiery ginger hair pulled back into a neat half updo. His attire harmoniously blended with the monochromatic palette of greys and blacks that dominated your workspace. The minimalist design of your office found contrast only in the ceiling-to-floor glass walls that adorned two sides, offering a glimpse of the outside world, while the remaining two sides boasted laminated black oak wood.

Those silver eyes remained unwavering, fixed on you from the moment you stepped closer. Sharp and narrow, they roamed over your form—your teal dress, the modest slit at the back, the simple sweetheart neckline—all components chosen to exude professionalism and poise. Though his expression remained firm, a knowing smirk played at the corners of his lips, hinting at a twist in the confrontation. “I see he’s due to deliver summary reports within the next,” he glanced at your desk clock, “half hour. I have a proposition—a way to put an end to this drama.”

Was it shameless of you to easily be dissuaded by the severity of the situation and abandon it all for a taste of dick? You wrestled with a sense of shame as you contemplated yielding to his proposition despite the seriousness of the situation. It seemed unprofessional and unethical, especially with your co-worker’s impending visit. You couldn’t predict what else Maedhros had in mind, and his demeanour only fuelled your desire to wipe the self-arrogant smirk from his handsome face. It wasn’t fair for someone as perfect as him to wield such power and make demands. You found yourself on the brink of willingly dropping your underwear—reserved solely for him—and complying with his audacious request.

You urged yourself to exhibit a modicum of decency, especially after he had accused you of potential infidelity. It was becoming increasingly evident that his persuasive abilities were far-reaching, particularly when it came to manipulating your emotions.

Suppressing a sigh and rolling your eyes, you decided that this would be a brief encounter. Awkwardly and hastily, you removed your lacey panties under your dress and placed them into his outstretched hand. He accepted them with an air of expectancy and placed them into his pocket, gesturing for you to come closer. As usual, he took a hands-off approach, leaving you to initiate everything—typical behaviour after his initial accusations.

You nonchalantly unzipped his pants, pulling out his length as if it were a mundane task. Holding it in your hand, you noticed it appeared more robust than your previous encounters; the head was flushed and beads of precum formed, while the veins stood out, reflecting both frustration and irritation. Time was of the essence, so you reached for the hem of your dress, pulling it upward. But as it reached mid-thigh, you froze, casting a panicked look toward Maedhros, then darting your gaze toward the open door. His voice cut through your thoughts. “Don’t worry about the door. Nobody will see unless they deliberately enter. And if they do, and they speak about it...they’ll be dismissed. Now, hurry up and take your place.”

Rolling your eyes at his casual attitude, you glanced at the still-open door and refocused on the task at hand. You pulled your dress up to your waist, shivering as the air hit your skin. Maedhros’ hungry gaze met yours, and he impatiently gestured for you to approach. You complied, allowing him to guide you into position. Sliding closer, he settled you on his lap and aligned his cock with your cunt, toying and rubbing the tip throughout your folds before slipping in.

Both of you sighed with a mixture of satisfaction and pleasure as you settled onto his lap. The sensation of your warm walls embracing his length, your arousal coating his cock and gathering at its base, elicited a moan from both of you. His fingers pressed into your waist as he relished the feeling, while your ass blocked his usual view, he knew that your arousal was likely creating a pool of cream at the base of his shaft. He could sense your muscles clenching and releasing around him, longing for more than just a stationary connection.

After allowing a moment for the sensations to settle, you shifted slightly, adjusting to the sensation of being impaled on his cock. The size and texture filled you deliciously, and you couldn’t help but appreciate the sensation of being stretched by him. However, your movement was halted as he stopped you, pulling you into an embrace against his chest. “Not so fast, princess,” he murmured. “I said to sit, not to ride. Consider this a payment for the rumours I had to endure about us.”

Scooting his chair closer to your desk, he shifted within you, the movement causing his cock to glide against your inner walls. Each motion sent sparks of pleasure through you, and you could feel your body responding to his touch. The pressure against your sweet spot was almost unbearable, and you felt yourself on the brink of release. The weight, size, and curve of his cock all combined to create a tantalizing sensation that you were denied the full pleasure of experiencing. Your role was simply to sit there as he desired, warming him for later use if he deemed it necessary.

“Mae are you serious?” you whispered, a mixture of frustration and disbelief evident in your voice.

He hummed softly, his chin resting on your shoulder as he placed a gentle kiss at the base of your neck. “Yes. Now, be patient and wait while I go through your reports,” he instructed, nonchalantly flipping open the folder and scanning its contents.

“All this because I decided to be friendly with a co-worker of mine,” you huffed, voice oozing with annoyance. As you articulated your thoughts, you found yourself growing increasingly frustrated at the need to explain such a straightforward situation to the CEO—a man of maturity who must have faced his share of rumours over the years. Your exasperation mingled with your deep affection for him, creating a blend of emotions that left you torn between the desire to defend yourself and the disbelief that he’d give credence to such baseless accusations.

 “No sweetheart, all this because your co-worker doesn’t know to keep his eyes himself and requires being taught a lesson,” he corrected.

As you sat there, your breaths coming in ragged gasps, you looked at him incredulously. Accused, then made to sit and wait, either until he was ready or until your co-worker entered and bore witness to this unholy situation. Fuelled by the belief that you could provoke him into a quick encounter, you involuntarily clenched your inner walls around his cock, hoping to stir his arousal and prompt him to take more decisive action. But instead of the response you anticipated, he merely pinched your thigh and returned to casually flipping through the papers, humming softly to himself. “Behave!”

As time went on, your excitement and desire only increased, resulting in a steady flow of your arousal onto him. His pants around the base of his cock were damp from your essence, yet he seemed unaffected by it. Knowing Maedhros, he likely had a spare set of clothes somewhere in his office, a lesson you’d learned from the years of passionate encounters that had taken place on his expansive desk.

“Mae, come on! Do I really have to sit here and warm your cock until my co-worker comes in?” you turned to observe his unbothered disposition. “Can’t you just, you know, bend me over your desk and get on with it?”

“Is that what you desire of me, or do you want your friend to see you taking my cock?” He chuckled before breaking into a round of laughter. The more he laughed, the more you could feel him stirring inside you, and more cream oozed and dribbled down his shaft. His presence causes your body to react with a mixture of frustration and arousal. You were even surprised that without movement, your arousal was able to escape and coat his entire length, knowing how girthy he was and him boasting about how your lips would always grip him like there was no tomorrow.  But you knew he was enjoying this more than he should; purposely dragging out the situation to see your reaction.

Life felt so unfair in these moments, especially when you considered him your boyfriend and yet he teased you like this.

Still feeling a bit vengeful, you squeezed around him, half expecting a series of amused reactions from him. What you didn’t anticipate was how quickly time seemed to pass. You had just fifteen minutes before your co-worker arrived with the summaries, potentially walking in on you warming your boss’ cock. It was as if life was throwing you a curveball, and you were stuck in a strange kind of limbo.

“Mae…” you whined softly, feeling a mix of frustration and impatience. His bite on your shoulder caused you to clench around him, and finally, you received a response as he let out a hissing sound.

“Y/N…” he mimicked your tone, his voice teasing and playful. “Oh Y/N, my dear. What’s the rush? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Busy?! Busy doing absolutely nothing important! The chief accountant is the one responsible for reading my reports, not you. You’re just overdoing it now!” you protested with anger written all over your face as you wiggled in his lap causing his cock to become stimulated.

You weren’t sure who released the first moan, but you knew you both moaned at the sensation from your movements. His fingers dug tightly into your waist to stop your actions while he growled at your defiance. “If you haven’t noticed, you have twelve minutes before your best buddy comes walking in. I’d choose my next actions carefully—”

“Or what Mae? Do you really believe that he was being overly friendly with me?” you countered.

“Or I’d leave you here unsatisfied,” he whispered an octave lower against your earlobe. “I know when a man is being too friendly, I should know it when I see it,” he responded with haste and annoyance in his voice. A clear sign of him not being pleased with you being oblivious to something so important to him. Rocking back in the chair, he took you with him and allowed you to lean into his chest, prompting all the weight from his cock to press heavily against one side of your walls and elicit gasps from you.

Wiggling in his lap was futile were it not for his iron grip around your waist, to prevent the slightest movement. He truly wished to bask in the warmth and suffocation your cunt was giving him—drooling all over his length and massaging it with your muscles. As much as he was hissing in annoyance at your acts of defiance, the enjoyment and pleasure echoed in every sigh he released as he sank deeper into your chair. He was a vile and horrid lover; you couldn’t comprehend how you could love him when he tortured you this way—the epitome of having his cake and eating it too. “If you continue squirming, I’ll withdraw without a single touch, or I’ll bend you over this table, have my fill and depart. Or you can be a good girl and I’ll fulfil your request.”

“I hate you,” you protested and turned to catch his eyes closed with a satisfactory smile on his face.

“I know princess, but all this will be over soon, and I’ll get what I want.” His warm breath brushed against the shell of your ear before he playfully nibbled on your lobe. The arms that encircled your waist slipped beneath your dress, exerting pressure on your lower abdomen where his presence was prominent. The sensation of his bulge nestled against your core was both exhilarating and maddening, leaving your mind in a whirlwind. Sluggishly, his hands travelled south and froze as the tip of his fingers contacted your clit; a gentle pat was delivered earning a gasp from you. “Just bear with me for a few more minutes,” he cooed as his fingers began snail’s pacing against your clit, making your head spin, “good girls get rewarded.”

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[ithildin15]

Y/n : Maedhros?

Maedhros: * mumbling in his sleep *

Y/n: * thinking to herself * Is he in pain?

Shakes him.

Maedhros: Stop tickling me y/n, i love you. * smiles *

Y/n: * smiles ; places a kiss on his forehead * Good night love.

[grey-gazania-fic]

Blood and Shadows

Thuringwethil takes some time out of her busy schedule to torment a captive Maedhros. A quadruple-drabble. Rated T.

In the deepest dungeon of Angband, Maedhros woke, dry-mouthed and disoriented, to a darkness more total than he ever believed possible. Cold lips at his chest and sharp teeth tearing into his skin brought him to full awareness, and he cried out, struggling to pull away. But Morgoth's barbed chains held him fast.

"Such spirit, still," hissed a voice, and the darkness receded to reveal burning, bright eyes in a fog-pale face — a woman's face, blood — his blood — smeared across her mouth and staining her teeth. "I am impressed."

"Demon," he croaked, shuddering. A fresh stream of blood ran from the wound, and she bent her head to lap at it. He tried once more to pull away, but she only laughed.

"Unwise, little king," she taunted, with the iron tang of his blood on her breath. "I could kill you."

"You could," he rasped. "But you won't."

One hooked claw skittered lightly over his neck. "You sound so sure…"

In answer, he gathered what little saliva he could and spat at her, and then gasped with pain as her claws raked across his face, more blood spilling down to sting in his eyes. She fisted a hand in his hair and drew his face near, and when she exhaled shadows spilled from her lips to press like damp cloth over his nose and mouth. Panic fluttered in his chest as he struggled to draw breath, but he quashed it and forced himself to still. Surely she would not kill him? If Morgoth wanted him dead, he would have killed him at the false parley.

But as she bent again to feed on his blood and the suffocating shadow wrapped tighter around him, that flutter forced its way out from his control. He couldn't breathe, and he threw himself against the chains in futile desperation, trying to reach her, to reach his face, anything to bring back air. He barely heard her whistling laugh over the thundering of his own panicked heart, and dark oblivion soon claimed him.

Thuringwethil swept her shadows back under her wings before pulling the barbs free from the unresisting elf and licking at his raw wounds. He hung senseless in the chains, wheezing and blood-smeared, but she didn't spare him a glance as she glided from the cell. He would live, and she would be sure to return. Thû had not lied about this one.

[curiouselleth]

I have a very painful 😭 fun idea based off of my Gil Galad is Elured theory.

So. Maedhros seeing Gil Galad and Elrond when he and Maglor steal the last two silmarils, and he not only sees his kinda sorta kidnap/adopted son, looking on so sadly and just utterly disappointed in him. He looks to the elf right behind Elrond and truly sees Elured through the mask of Gil galad, somehow, and he sees a legacy. A twin he was able to save and one he failed.

Little context on Gil-galad is Elured: In my theory both the twins kinda used their maiar powers to mask their true identities as they grew up for a lot of reasons, trauma, being afraid of what would happen if they were found alive, etc. So when people looked at Elured and expected a noldor king? Well they saw what they expected to see and Elured kinda got stuck being the Noldors king (although he came to see he could do good there and that he liked it.) He had heard rumors that refugees of Doriath had escaped to Sirion and Elwing might be alive, so he went alone to investigate, ran into Noldor, was evasive about who he was then failed to hear rumors about his parentage in time to stop them and oops now he’s King of the Noldor.

[mothdalf]

Tolkientober day 29: the most massive and supreme, biggest of big brothers: Maedhros

[soothingmoonlight]

@dreamingthroughthenoise

maedhros and maglor

[lovefairymina]

*while brushing maedhros' hair,* hope our kids have your hair

“You truly desire that?” he asked, stunned at your confession. He was hoping that you would be against the idea of your children inheriting his hair and opted for yours instead. He had always loved your colour more than he did with his. It was lovely. “Well then, we must cross our fingers and pray that your wish comes true.”

[doodle-pops]

Maedhros Having A Daughter | Pre-Darkening

Request: I know you said that there's a max of 3 requests per Feanorian and if it isn't filled yet, can I get headcanons for Maedhros being a father to his daughter pre-darkening or post. Whichever is easier for you, I don't mind. Thank you ❣❣ - Anon

A/N: I had a ball of a time writing about Maedhros being a dad to his little baby girl and watching her grow up. I went with Pre-Darkening, but I also have a few Post-Darkening headcanons sitting around in the drafts for this. They might get posted. . .when?

𑁍 When Maedhros learns that he’s expecting to be a father, the tears will not stop flowing. He will lift his wife around, spinning and embracing her with kisses.

𑁍 Later during the pregnancy, he learns that his firstborn will be a girl, and more waterwork erupts. Holding his wife’s belly, he’ll be constantly speaking to you every day, so you’ll be accustomed to his voice.

𑁍 If you’re giving trouble and don’t want to settle down in your mother’s belly, all he needs to do is talk to you, and you immediately calm down.

𑁍 When you’re born and he holds you for the first time, he never wants to let you go. Your mother will have to fight him— beg— for him to allow her to hold you. When she does fall asleep, he’ll take you and sit near a window and cradle you while looking over all your features, speaking to you in a soft voice. It’s most likely that you are born with his hair colour.

𑁍 Like most parents, he’s a bit light on the criticism in your direction, afraid that if he says he dislikes something you’ll go crying to your mother and make him look like the bad guy. So, instead, he’ll suggest you try something else or the both of you work on it next time.

𑁍 As a toddler, he loved waking up and prepping you for the morning, taking you on a little walk to see the environment, listening to your joyous laughter, which was music to his ears, and seeing your toothless smile. He’ll give you a bath and dress you while making silly faces at you. You make his childish side come out and he has no shame in expressing it.

𑁍 From a young age, you would be in the kitchen with him as he cooked, handing him utensils and spices with an enthusiastic grin. All that mattered to him was your happiness and that you were also elated to learn a hobbit of his.

𑁍 In his later years, he loved whenever you visited and brought homecooked meals that were the recipes he passed down to you. It puts a massive smile on his face to witness his teachings (even for something so simple).

𑁍 He enjoys doing lots of soft activities with you, mostly creative arts. He’ll take you to paint shops and spend the entire day with you, not complaining one bit, and indulge in your passion. If you want to do music, he’ll ask his brother— your favourite uncle at this point— to teach you.

𑁍 As you are growing up, he makes it clear by showing you, that he will always be there for you. He’s your knight in shining armour so you don’t need some ellon coming to your rescue.

𑁍 He is protective of you and dislikes when you perform dangerous stunts which bring you injuries; little or big, he freaks out and is ready to deal with that person or thing which is why he keeps you away from Celegorm and the twins. You have spent so much time with them, that you always seem to return sporting a new injury. He banned them from coming around for a while. A long while. Huan was allowed to pass by though.

𑁍 It’s likely that when you mature, you will also sport some good looks from your father, which means suitors line up for your hand, which further means most of them receive the glare and a deadly message that has them crying and running away. The first time you brought home your beloved, who you hid from him until it was official between you two – your poor lover almost passed out due to how calm your father was— he was too quiet.

𑁍 He did give his approval in the end though. He just wanted to make sure that the ellon/elleth wasn’t with you because of your status or your looks. He wanted it to be for genuine reasons.

𑁍 As an adult, you and your father always have a day planned where you’d meet with him and have breakfast or lunch and update each other about your lives and interest. He does take your interests seriously because whatever you wish to pursue, he’s right behind you assisting you all the way. The most he might do is be like a mother hen if the interest is a bit dangerous or rough. It’s a parent thing.

𑁍 You don’t have to worry about him assigning guards because it’s Valinor you’re dwelling; thus you are free to roam around. If you want to become an apprentice for a Vala, he is supporting you all the way.

𑁍 Little signs of affection like a hug or kiss can make his day better whenever you bless him with some. He may not be the most affectionate ellon, but when you are offering these loving gestures, he accepts them wholeheartedly. They leave him smiling all day.

𑁍 The same can be said whenever you randomly visit despite being an adult and living your private life should you have moved out of their home. Because you are his only girl, he's more impatient about your visitations. “When next are you visiting? Don't be a stranger, you are always welcome! You know you can stay with us right?”

���� Maedhros doesn’t have any problem with you interacting with the rest of the family, especially his cousins (well yours also). It pleases him to see how well you all are getting along, and that you also take his views on ignoring the tension between the houses.

𑁍 For the most part, he tries to keep you away from the drama, but unfortunately, when things do become rough, he attempts to get you to take sides.

𑁍 He had to fight for your attention while you were growing up from his parents because they would always whisk you away the minute he and your mother turned their back, especially from Feanor.

𑁍 It’s a competition between him and his father who can spoil you more. One minute it’s “You’re spoiling her too much, she’s only a baby!”, “I’m her father, I’m the one who should spoil her the most!” to “Father, don’t you think that’s a bit much?” or “You never spoiled me like you do with her father!”

𑁍 It’s either grandma Nerdanel or your mother who has to step in and break up the tension. It’s funny that he complains about his father spoiling you when his brother fights over you as well (you’re the first girl in the family babes).

𑁍 He has to fight them as well because they are always attempting to cause chaos. It's worse whenever you favour an uncle and constantly request to see them. Maedhros is simply like, “Why do you wish to see them when your atya is here?” He is salty about the favouritism.

𑁍 You are supposed to only like him and favour no other males. Which is why he spends all the time that he can with you and spoils you endlessly (he wants you to have high standards as well).

𑁍 Even Nerdanel sneaks in the opportunity to spoil you whenever she can, but he can never complain to his mother to ease up. He knows better than to tell her to stop. He does put his foot down and step in whenever his parents are parenting you in a manner he disapproves of.

𑁍 It may have caused a few disputes, but Maedhros wants to raise you in the best and least pressuring manner suitable. You’re a princess, but you don’t need to be pressured to uphold an identity you haven’t discovered for yourself yet.

𑁍 The only thing he is concerned about as you mature are your manners. He doesn't need you earning a negative reputation for poor manners, this is where he'll be slightly strict. Be yourself, but don't go breaking the law and causing problems and staining your name.

𑁍 Overall, you have a loving father who would do anything to keep you happy and smiling. Supportive and understanding, Maedhros will also become your confidant.

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[grey-gazania-fic]

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Maedhros and one of his followers discuss Elrond and Elros' future. Rated G.

Galwen let herself into the kitchen, stamping snow off her boots and brushing even more from her cloak. The snow in her hair was already beginning to melt from the room’s warmth, sending an uncomfortable trickle of cold water down the back of her neck, and she scowled to herself, doing her best to wring out her ponytail.

“Well, you look a little bedraggled,” Maedhros said from his seat at the table near the fire. “What’s going on out there?”

Those boys of yours should come with a warning label, she grumbled, her signs tight and jerky with irritation. ‘Oh, please, Galwen, won’t you teach us how to walk on a rope? Pretty please?’, they said. She snorted. They nagged me about it so often that I finally said yes, and what do they do halfway through the second lesson? They decide a snowball fight would be more fun and they start pelting me with the damn things. Those little demons are a menace.

Much to her further frustration, Maedhros seemed far more amused than sympathetic. “They’re young,” he said. “And they don’t often get a chance to go outside in the winter. You’ll have to forgive them their high spirits.” He took a sip of his drink and added, “I gather you told them to pelt each other instead? Or have they ganged up on Maglor?”

It’s Maglor and Elros versus Doronel and Elrond now, Galwen said. They were building snow fortifications when I left. I can’t remember the last time I saw Doronel have so much fun, she added, thinking of her friend’s wide grin as he and Elrond began constructing an embankment to shelter behind.

Something in Maedhros’ face seemed to lighten when he heard that, and Galwen thought she knew why. Doronel was Maedhros’ second in command, a friend from his youth in Valinor, and he had long been one of the Sons of Fëanor’s staunchest supporters. But he was often troubled in the dark of the winter, sunk in a deep depression and plagued by ghostly visions of his wife, who had died years ago in the Dagor Bragollach. To know that Doronel was enjoying a bit of happiness, even if only briefly, must be even more of a relief to Maedhros than it was to Galwen herself.

“Come, join me,” Maedhros said, gesturing with his truncated arm to the bench across from him. “It’s been a long time since we had the chance to talk.”

That was true. Apart from the report Galwen had given when she’d returned from her patrol three days ago, she and Maedhros hadn’t had a real conversation in nearly a month. And Maedhros liked to know how his people were faring. After all that he, his brothers, and their people had endured together, they had come to be a tightly-knit group – all keeping watch over each other, all worrying when one of their own was struggling.

Everyone left at Amon Ereb was unshakably loyal to Maedhros and Maglor, and they in turn were equally loyal to their remaining followers. Fealty went both ways.

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[lovefairymina]

*as Maedhros finished taking a bath, he leaves the bathroom naked and sit on his bed*.

*out of nowhere y/n lungs at him and bury her face in his massive chest, her arms clung to his waist*.

Mae: you good?.

y/n: oh yeah so good.

Hands on his waist, feeling slightly awkward at the sudden randomness of the interaction and his nudity, he produced an awkward chuckle as he looked around the room. “Is this going to be an everyday routine?” he asked and felt you nod rapidly into his chest, prompting him to grin. “Noted, but can I first put some pants on?”

[inthehouseoffinwe]

I have this hc that Sauron’s obsession with vanity led him to spend years studying Maedhros’ features and trying to emulate them. When he couldn’t get it right, the proportions always a little off, red hair never deep enough, he took his anger out on Mae and when that option was gone, tried to pull from others also renown for their beauty instead.

Fast forward a few centuries and turns out all that work wasn’t entirely useless. And Sauron knows exactly what to do with the features he was able to recreate. Weaving them into his new face, the line of Maitimo’s smile, the set of his eyebrows, the crease of his eyes, he puts just enough to be familiar, but not enough to set off any alarms.

Celebrimbor doesn’t know *why* he trusts Annatar so easily, just that he’s got a good feeling about him. The Maia reminds him of someone he can’t quite put a finger on, but it’s a good association and he doesn’t think on it too deeply. Grows to call him a brother in all but blood.

Of course we all know how that ends. And the last thing Celebrimbor sees is his eldest Uncle’s smile, a mockery of the warmth it should hold as Sauron finally ends his torture.

(Elrond, on the other hand, never saw Maitimo who used to laugh easily and play silly games with children. Only grim Maedhros. The gentle features Sauron steals are alien to him. A stranger with too many familiar features he can’t quite place, twisted the wrong way, leaving him deeply unsettled. It’s why he immediately tells Gil Galad to send Annatar away, hiding trembling hands in his sleeves.)

[doodle-pops]

Maedhros Having A Twin Sister

A/N: I remembered the anon who sent the request for Caranthir's twin sister had given me the option of him, Maedhros and Fingon, and I've been obsessed with the idea of Mae having a twin sister. I might follow up with Fingon soon.

𑁍 So let’s say that you were the older born 20 minutes before him, you and Maedhros are going to be considered the apple of everyone and the family’s eye. The first child, the first girl, the first of everything within the House of Feanor, you are going to be cherished.

𑁍 Both you and Maedhros would receive equal parts of love, affection and attention. There isn’t any need for either of you to fight over who gets to spend more time with amillё and atar. Both Nerdanel and Feanor would be over the moon that their first babies were twins and equally beautiful.

𑁍 As Maedhros twin, growing up as the first two of the third generation of the House of Finwe, you are both alone for the greater half of your childhood before the rest of your siblings and cousins arrive. This means that you and Mae have many years to bond wonderfully.

𑁍 From playmates as children, you two would grow into adolescence and then adulthood having taken care of each other and constantly hovering. His attachment to you was always ‘she’s my sister, we’re supposed to be together always.’

𑁍 Maedhros was always attached to you, following you around wherever you went. If you wanted to play dress-up and dollhouse, he was down for that. If you wanted to host a tea party, he was also down for that. It didn’t matter (since it was just you two) where he was, so long as you were there.

𑁍 It was quite some funny years after your younger brothers were born, they were always fighting for your attention and Maedhros hated it, especially when Maglor and Caranthir used to cry and beg for you. It caused him to act stingy and keep you to himself.

𑁍 He can always count on you to be honest, brutal as well, and truthful with him. The both of you would adapt the roles of acting as parents to the rest of your siblings and cousins. This was a great relief for him because he would joke about what if it was just him alone as the eldest.

𑁍 Despite you being the eldest, for him as the eldest brother, he took the role of being head. You witnessed this during his years in Beleriand, he refused to give you that position, not wanting to give that volume of stress to you.

𑁍 You are close with him, Maglor, Caranthir and Ambarussar since the quiet personalities you all share are compatible. He was attached to you from a young all the way into adulthood. It’s something he uncontrollably does—just whips his head around to search for you and then stands nearby.

𑁍 He isn’t one to hover, but as the years pass and he realised that you were the only other girl in the family, he becomes protective. Giving your suitors the fatherly glare from over your shoulder or talking behind your back, and then acting dumb as if he had nothing to do with your suitor never returning.

𑁍 Arguments between you both are…complex. You’re opposites in terms of personality, but share lots of similarities with Nerdanel and her temperament, so disputes are never long but grudges were. Partially reasoned and sorted out, this was during Valinor.

𑁍 For his years in Beleriand, he was grateful for your company during his lonely and emotionally detached days in Himring. When Fingon or Maglor wasn’t there to sing away his nightmares, you would swoop in the care of him.

𑁍 Tending to his injuries, dressing and feeding him on his bad days, going to his meetings and assisting him with his documents/reports. He was grateful but also ashamed for dragging you into this. Despite acting as the eldest over everyone, he would always feel like your baby brother before you.

𑁍 This is the time when he would lean into your embrace and allow you to brush his hair and sing or baby him. He hates it since he doesn’t like the incapacitated feeling, but it makes him remember his youthful days with you; carefree and running around chasing each other.

𑁍 In return, he would spoil you with the finest riches the land had to offer because he enjoys gift-giving. Maedhros would take up training you in self-defence while being protective and not fancying the idea of you roaming about Beleriand.

𑁍 As the big sister, you were responsible for helping him with suitors. Dressing him up and making him appear desirable to the public. You would give him lots of advice on how to charm people and you were the final say on if you approved of his choice.

𑁍 His favourite days are spent going on walks or rides through the forest and getting everything off his chest. Witnessing him cry and breaking down was a familiar sight that broke your heart. You felt horrible that you could save your twin.

𑁍 Furthermore, you used to feel his pain, when be was going through the rough, but never told him to avoid him wallowing in guilt and shame. You took your job of being his big sister seriously, always easing his stress load and watching over him.

𑁍 You are his confidant and best friend, and he trusts you just as much as he trusts Maglor. You know all his secrets and his bond with you is unlike any other.

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Warm autumn🍁 This was painted a year ago, but then I couldn't show this picture for some reasons.