#nelyfinwe

[kanafnwe]

maedhros 🔥

[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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[tar-thelien]

Chapter two and three are out of Rethië now

Chapter 3:

Summery:

Fingon notifies Maedhros of what they are called by the Sindarin, and Maedhros gets a bath and is slowly healing in body

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Fingon´s POV

"They call me Fingon," Findecáno said with a sense of pride in his voice as he settled comfortably into his chair, glancing towards Nelyafinwe, who was lying on his side on his bed, "I am known as Fingon the Valiant," he continued, reaching for a piece of chicken from one of the plates on the tray he had carried in.

The other elf simply looked back at him with an idle blink, portraying an air of weariness as if he was to tired to move. He probably was.

Upon placing the plate of food on the small table next to the bed, he revealed, "it´s my Sindarin name. And yours, Nelyo, you are called Maedhros," he further explained the meanings behind the names, stating that Maedhros translates to "shapely red haired" while Fingon apparently meant "hair prince".

"Don´t ask me why, but Irisse says that´s what they call us." he ended.

“Shapely? Mae… Maedh-dhros” Nelyfinwe slowly tried with a sorrowful look.

Fingon expressed his excitement with a wide grin, exclaiming, "Yes! That's you, Russo! And just take a look at your wounds, they are already showing signs of healing. Only three marks remain on your face, and it won't be long before even those disappear completely."

As the red haired elf's face transformed into one of hopelessness, Findecáno consoled him with a gentle shake of his head, "do not be saddened, Nelyo. I assured you that you would recover, remember? Progress is being made, and soon enough, you will regain your ability to walk! Then, we can explore the camp together, and you can reunite with your brothers once more! You shall be pretty again."

The happy response Findecáno had expected never came and instead, Nelyafinwe curled in on himself with firgthful whimpers.

“Don´t you want to see your brothers? I am sure they missed you a lot-”

“Sorry,” Nelyafinwe interrupted covering, “sorry, Heru, sorry, be better!”

Findecáno, filled with confusion, gazed down at Nelyo, who was writhing and apologizing, unsure of what to do, "what are you sorry for, Nelyo?" he asked gently, "come, Nelyo, there is no need for apologies now. I have food. Don´t be sorry, not now, I am sure your brother´s miss you, and if anyone should be sorry it should be them."

“No!” Nelyafinwe screamed throwing his head down on his pillow sobbing hysterically now, “not hurt! They don´t! Don´t, don´t hurt!”

“No, Nelyo,” Findecáno reassuring tone, “your brothers are not hurt and will not hurt. Yes? Now, you need to eat, you are far too thin for anyone's comfort.”

After what seemed to be hours spent soothing the distressed elf, who was wavering on the brink of yet another of his more severe outbursts, he eventually settled down enough for Findecáno to offer him some soup along with a portion of his own chicken. The elf’s frantic state seemed to dissipate gradually as Findecáno carefully attended to his needs, trying to provide for his needs of food and comfort.

“Nelyo…” Findecáno opened the conversation again, hesitant, “do you think we can give you a bath? A real bath. Not just a wet rag as it has been before?”

“Mer-meraima, Heru.” he mumbled slowly before flossing into himself with a long whine, “sorry, sorry, mecin? Mecin, mecin, mecin-”

“That is good Nelyo,” Findecáno interrupted as he knew no other way to stop the mantra of Nelyafinwe, “you will feel much better after a bath, yes? I shall ask Luinion and Elmiliel to bring some water and a tub for us,” he said as he raised to walk out and let his guard know.

Just as the meal ended, a group of healers entered the room led by the master healer Elmiliel, carrying a sturdy wooden tub alongside several buckets filled with clear water and some soaps and oils. The healers moved gracefully into the space, as they placed the tub in the middle of the room and filled it with water and some of the soaps, while setting the rest beside it on the ground.

As Elmiliel prepared the tub for the King, Nelyafinwe was sat up by Findecáno who lifted him under his arms anxiously, his expression betraying his unease. Observing this, Findecáno gently brushed Nelyafinwe's hair back, offering reassurance, "you will feel better after the bath, Nelyo. Look Elmiliel has even provided a towel to prevent any slipping in the tub, along with soaps and oils. Your skin and hair will be so soft and radiance after the bath."

“Your majesty can keep his clothes on if that is what he prefers,” Emiliel said with a bow as the rest of the healers left the tent, and she soon followed, after showing Findecáno where the balms and clean bandages were if any of them opened and how to look after Nelyafinwe´s shoulders and other injuries.

“What do you say Nelya? Do you want to keep your clothes on when bathing?” when answered with a blank look Findecáno tsked, “well, the healer will give you a new bandage after all so what if we take it off and then nothing will be in the way for you to get clean? As long as we keep your right shoulder and arm above water, as those bandages can´t get wet.”

Maedhros´ POV

He understood that that was a new name given to him by the master and he was accepted to reply to it, what it meant for the master's mood, he wasn´t sure. And maybe that was really what the Sindar called him as it was a merge of his other names. Then the master was perhaps also telling the truth, and Findecáno´s new name was Fingon.

Letting a small, almost hidden, smile adorn his lips, his thoughts wandered around the recent bath he had just been pampered with. The removal of most of his bandages was a mixture of relief and discomfort, as the wounds beneath stung persistently, yet there was something soothing in the lukewarm water that enveloped him, almost numbing his skin and calming his senses. The master had careful scrubbed away dead skin and tended to the remains of his hair, bringing a sense of calmness with him. Maybe there was a possibility the master would allow his hair to grow long once more, a faint smile played on his lips. The master had been so merciful these last days as if he really was Findecáno, but Maitimo was smarter than that. The master had made more believable illusions before, and even if it was indeed the real Findecáno he would belong to him, as he had won him from the Lord of All then. Otherwise, he wouldn't be here. Maybe he had been gifted to Findecáno? That was a nice thought, but he knew better.

As he curiously probed one of his regrowing fangs with his tongue, a healer gently applied a soothing balm to his back. Startled, he shut his eyes tightly when the entrance of the tent suddenly allowed in a harsh light that stung his eyes, causing his head to spin, just as the master walked in.

To remind him of the cliff, undoubtedly. As the entrance gently shut, casting only a dim light from the torches, the crack of light under the fabric door, and the eyes of the healers and the master, he shifted his gaze towards the master to greet. Almost forgetting the play and sinking from the bed so he could bow. However, he swiftly regained composure and instead parted his lips to reveal the progress of his growing teeth to the master. Undoubtedly, the master would be pleased to see that Maitimo's was healing faster than ever after being taken down.

“Nelyo? Why are you showing me your teeth?”

He had pleaded desperately with his master when the Lord of All had commanded his confinement to the cliff, continuing even after being ordered to remain silent, yet the master's expression had been filled with unmistakable fury, leading to a brutal session of beatings and whippings before he was securely chained. It had been years since he had endured such a severe punishment. One of the only comparable instances was during the early years of his captivity, a harsh lesson he had now learned to avoid repeating. Despite the harsh punishment, the benevolent master had now granted him forgiveness, allowing him to redeem himself by demonstrating remorse, leading to him being taken down from the cliff, so he could prove himself and earn there master´s forgiveness again. If only he didn´t have to apologize to the Lord of All too when he was better. Hopefully, the master wouldn´t deem it necessary and the Lord of All wouldn´t insist.

"Russo?" the master said with a hint of sharpness in his tone, "why are you displaying your teeth to me? Doesn't your mouth feel parched?" he carefully placed the tray he was holding on the side table before addressing Maitimo´s behavior.

The master had sounded angry and his sharp tone, caused Maitimo to promptly shut his mouth. The master's change in demeanor made Maitimo question whether he was being perceived as disobedient, despite his intentions being otherwise. However, when the master referred to him as "Russo," Maitimo inferred that the master must be pleased.

“Teeth,” he replayed shortly. In the presence of the master, it was customary to provide a response unless instructed otherwise to maintain silence. To support his answer, he included, “Heru,” although the master typically discouraged the use of titles when he was playing in his mind.

“Yes Russo… teeth,” the master said with a frown before realization shot his face into a gleeful smile, “yes! Your teeth!!! They are coming back!” he yelled as he leaped up from the chair, “that is joyous indeed Nelyo! Something we need to celebrate! Ahr Eru told me to bring you fruit soup this morrow, and this was why I now see!”

Nelyafinwe´s face lit up with a smile as he opened his mouth, merciful merciful master, he dreaded the day this would change and the master deemed him healed enough.

He opened his mouth again as the master picked up the fruit soup.

“Ai, Russo! You are much better and stronger now, remember the first days of your awakening when you could not even move, now you can mostly sit up without too much help. What if I help you sit up and then you can feed yourself? I shall be right beside you in case anything doesn´t work out.”

Doubtfully nodding, Maitimolet Findecáno placed the bowl down again, while keeping his eyes on what was hopefully his food and not just a trick for the master to laugh at. He whined quietly as the master grabbed under his arms, hurting his shoulder a bit in the process, to get him to sit up, supported by his pillows. "I apologize, Russo," the master breathed out apologetically, placing the bowl gently on Maitimo's lap.

"There we are!" Findecáno exclaimed with a cheerful tone as he affectionately smoothed Maitimo's tousled hair, exclaiming, "you can now enjoy eating from your own hand!"

Slowly bringing down his left hand, he made an attempt to clumsily seize the spoon, trying for a steady hold on it. Upon achieving this feat, he beamed a smile towards the master. Although he had no desire to heal, he found solace in being able to feed himself independently, especially in moments when his master didn´t want to himself.

Upon receiving the bowl of soup, complemented with finely diced berries that sparked his anticipation of savoring the taste of fruit once more. The fruit was scarcely granted, reserved for occasions where the master expressed special satisfaction with Maitimo or feasts were held he had to attend to. Unfortunately, as he reached out, his hand betrayed him, causing a disastrous spill of the precious soup and scattered berries onto his clean tunic. This unexpected mishap elicited a startled cry from him, causing the bowl to tip and soil the bed linen with the spilled contents.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, I, sorry-" he begged while lifting his hand to shield his head and attempting to minimize his size despite his towering, yet thin, stature. The master was right. He was too tall, "I'm so-o sorry," he stammered out, as if that would change anything, "I´m-, sor-r-ry!”

"NO!" he shouted as something tried to move his hand away from his face, yet he was quick to realize his mistake, "please, no, no, I´m sorry!! Am! Did-didn´t me-ean too! Promise!" he pleaded while moving his arm away from his face as the master clearly wanted, peppering himself to be hit. Despite complying, he continued to squirm in an attempt to find a position that was both submissive and protective.

As another arm attempted to reach out for him, he let out a piercing howl, pulling away abruptly and seeking refuge by burying his tear streaked face into the safety of the bedcovers.

“NELYAFINWE BE STILL!”

“SORRY!!” Nelyafinwe yelled back, screaming louder when Findecáno or one of the guards tried to grab him.

"Nelyafinwe! Please, you need to be stilled!! You are risking reopening your wounds and causing yourself further harm. Just look, your bed is already stained red due to your actions," the master exclaimed firmly, managing to finally get a grip of Maitimo´s face, "you are soiling yourself you fool! With spilled food and your own hurt!!”

Maitimo's cries echoed through the room, growing louder as his limbs were forcefully restrained. The dark servants of the master called for as his cries for mercy fell on deaf ears. As if he would receive mercy when he was behaving as he was now. He knew his master liked order and control.

"No-no... no-" he kept going as the master let out a sigh of frustration, addressing him with a gentle tone, "It's alright, dear Nelyo. We will procure a fresh batch of fruit soup for you. No one is angry at you. I promise..."

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Heru = Lord, Master: Quenya - note Hér means only Lord Mer- = Wish/Want/Desire: Quenya Aima = Anything/Whatever: Quenya Elmiliel = Gentle Star Daughter: Quenya

Fingon was in fact, angry. Maedhros is trying to keep his brothers safe by saying they won't cause trouble and that they don´t deserve to be hurt :( Fingon don´t tell people they will become pretty again after they´ve been tortured, you silly goose. - also the reason why Fingon seems to always have food with him is a trauma response from the ice where there wasn´t enough food, so now that there is he always needs to have something close by in case he gets hungry his pockets are full of dried beef   which is also why he´s uncomfortable with Maedhros´s weight as it reminds him of his own starvation