#re-embodied maedhros

[silmarillaure]

Canonically Feanor’s eyes may have been gray but…

no one is going to stop be from believing that he has these one of a kind holographic crystal like eyes.

Forget Galadriel’s hair resembling Silmarils, she’s not that special.

Feanor poured himself into those jewels and the windows to his soul should reflect that.

[gwaedhannen]

Dispossessed

They don’t drift apart so much as never coagulate again.

Celegorm vanishes into the deep woods as hastily as he can manage, before the shock of his Return (“Him first? Of all of them!?”) fully ebbs; if the hounds of Oromë howl in strange voices, they have always been a little wild.

Caranthir builds a house on a quiet hillside, and counts naught but the stitches in his tapestries; he has not ceased to weave since with the first thread he closed his harsh mouth for ever.

Curufin lifts a hammer once—and sees only shattered fingers upon the anvil.

Maedhros lies at the feet of Mercy Undeserved until he remembers how to cry again, then dons a dark veil of his own, padding through the halls of Fui to lend what tears he may, unnumbered as they are.

Ambarussa are never seen again—not directly; a lick of flame, trembling leaves, a fox’s scream; at the edge of perception, copper entwines with fate, glimmering beyond reach.

Maglor returns with pride tempered but unquenched, with a tongue tired of laments, with many deeds of selfless kindness ready for praise, with expectations—and finds ashes, and a land long moved on.

Edit: now on AO3 with some slight changes: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53245837

[balrogballs]

Yet another day of illustrating moments from my fic instead of editing the last two chapters and posting them like a normal person might do 😇✨

(this is a fun little sequence where Maglor is pouring his heart out into a lament to a tragedy in the general Fëanorian past, as he tends to, whilst the adolescent Estel, aka Elros II — the bane of Maedhros' re-embodied life, smells a business opportunity and starts selling overpriced tickets to local children)

[sallysavestheday]

End of Year 8+8+8+8 Fic Recs

It's that time again! This was a tough year to narrow down, so you get 8 of each, with no author repeats. There's such great stuff out there to read. Enjoy!

8 of my favorite long fics of 2024

sisyphus, unhappy by @tobermoriansass. M: 140K, WIP. Curufinrod after re-embodiment is the simplest description, but it's so much more. Philosophy, musical theory, racial and sexual politics, a very dark family comedy of manners. Featuring one of my favorite Maglors ever.

Two Half-Kings and a Full Lake Between by @melestasflight and @polutrope. T: 12K. A fantastic exploration of the period in Maglor's regency when Fingolfin had arrived but Maedhros had not yet been rescued. Tense and compelling. Another favorite Maglor.

Northern Stars by @idrilsscribe. T: 62K, WIP. An AU of an AU, featuring traumatized kidnapped-while-young Elrohir making his way back from Harad to Imladris with Glorfindel's assistance. Elegant, moving prose; fantastic worldbuilding; delightfully complex OCs; etc., etc.

I Do; I Will by @littlewhitemouseagain. M: 23K. Fingon fights all the Feanorions, back to back, at his own coronation. Glorious (and painful, and moving, and hopeful, in a very Fingon way).

i've been so worried (you've been so still) by @welcomingdisaster. E: 9.5K. Maglor is drawn to an acolyte of Este after Maedhros is taken. An absolutely fantastic OC, delicious worldbuilding, and peak Sexy Maglor. Just WOW.

a stranger in my bed (a pounding in my head) by vauquelin. T: 11K. A surprise new installment makes this a 2024 fic, hooray! Maedhros and Fingon wake up married. Maedhros wants it annulled because he can't imagine Fingon is happy; Fingon is miserable therefore. Hilarious and touching at once, with the best punchline of the year.

Across So Wide A Sea by @emyn-arnens. G: 20K, WIP. A fantastic epistolary fic: Galadriel writes to Finrod (after his death), as a deliberate historical record that quickly gets very personal. Rich and complex and humorous and poignant. Delightful.

The Other Daughter of Twilight by Anna_Wing. G: 16K. Maedhros/Thuringwethil. Just read it. Go.

8 of my favorite shorter fics of 2024

The Vigil by @balrogballs. G: 5K. Celebrian plans and delivers her own sendoff, the night before sailing. Oh, my heart.

A flickering flame by @camille-lachenille. G: 960 words. Andreth/Aegnor, Finrod, and a Gil-galad origin story, oh ow!

To Evil End by @zealouswerewolfcollector. T: 2900 words. Decades after the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, Fingon comes back to Maedhros. Or does he? GAH!!

Body and Spirit by @meadowlarkx. G: 1500 words. An anonymous scholar considers the food and drink customary during Elven pregnancy. Deliciously thoughtful and creative.

we could be kings by @queerofthedagger. T: 1600 words. The copper circlet Maitimo is crowned with is a work of art. He finds that he likes it much better on another's brow. Oh, babies.

Two Peredhil and an Elf in a Boat by @cycas. G: 5000 words. Elrond begins to make his peace with Earendil. Tender, humorous, touching.

precious stone set in the silver sea by rain_sleet_snow. G: 2000 words. A Celeborn/Galadriel origin story in which he is a Teler from Alqualonde. Gorgeous. Read the rest of the series, too.

The Warning Sounds Too Late by @eilinelsghost. T: 6000 words. Part 18 of the fabulous Atandil (Finrod/Beor) series, featuring a family dinner that, like so many, sparks insights and regrets.

8 oldies but goodies, circa 2013-2021, that I've recently reread and loved again.

The West Wind Quartet by @hhimring. T: 16K. Always a fave. Maglor unexpectedly takes on a Sinda as a student. Elegant, original, and moving.

Flawed and Fair by @a-tehta. M: 33K. Classic Glorthelion. Hilarious and tender all at once. Those GUYS!!!

Though All Whom Ye Have Slain Should Entreat For You by @thearrogantemu. G: 12K. Maedhros and Elwe have it out upon Elwe's return. A classic, for all the best reasons.

The Sound Below Sound by @adnirod. T: 35K. Gimleaf eloquence and angst and beauty. Spectacular.

Detour by @dawnfelagund. T: 8K. Reborn Maedhros is resigned to a gloomy life as a teacher in Fifth Age Tirion. Then Fingon Returns, with hope (and stickers).

Defiant Hope, Take Wing, by @lordnelson100. T: 10K. Halenthir: an alternative ending to the War of the Jewels, and a heartbreaker.

a light in darkness, hope in woe, by @admirablemonster. E: 4K. A Gil-galad origin story. Perpetual fave.

Letter 97 by @batshape. T: 9K. Orc academics, Russingon, and musings on the afterlife. Delightful.

8 favorites among my own fics from 2024. If you haven't read them, do give these a try.

When the Hurly-Burly's Done. G: 850 words. Elrond and Gil-galad and Celebrimbor picnic at the edge of the world.

The Blue Line Between Sea and Sky. G: 900 words, Idril/Tuor/Voronwe. Voronwe drowns. And drowns. And drowns.

Larded With Sweet Flowers. G: 400 words. Edrahil's last moments.

O, Blithe New-comer! G: 1000 words, background Russingon. Another origin story.

The Heaped Ashes of the Night Turn Into Leaves. G: 850 words. Glorfindel is being sent back to Middle-earth. Finrod has FOMO.

Deeper Roots Than Reason. G: 5500 words. The Oath of Fëanor makes its way across history and cultures, dragging Doom in its wake. TRSB 2024.

Among So Many Marvels. G: 1500 words. Early friendship between Eomer and Faramir, built around their people's stories.

Molded on One Stem. G: 3200 words. An exploration of Fingon and Aredhel's relationship, in which they are, fortunately and unfortunately, very much alike.

Everyone! What have you been reading? Consider yourself tagged. Please share!

[tolkien-povs]

One thing about Kidnap-Fam?

It's how four broken souls had a few years of reprieve, before they went on to becoming even more broken.

It's about the emotions involved. Maedhros is severely traumatised. Maglor is in immense grief. Both brothers don't even want to live — their only reason for life is the Silmaril, and after Elrond and Elros, they just left it for "later".

Elrond and Elros witnessed the killing and blood spilled of their family, from their adopters. These boys are traumatised. They're too young to understand grief, yet they experience it.

And these broken twins are taken in, adopted, cared for, fostered by the murderers of their clan. On their end, it's trauma, hate, exhaustion, and reluctant trust.

Maedhros and Maglor may have made negotiations with Elwing about her twin sons. They provide for the twins, run behind them, and even foster them — although initially it is reluctant. To these brothers, the twins are mere burdens.

But as they grow closer, as they understand each other, their grief and trauma are festered into a love so deep, they were willing to let go of each other to keep each other safe.

It's how in the beginning, Maedhros and Maglor saw Elrond and Elros as political burdens, but in the end, they were a blessing, and a source of temporary healing for them all.

It's tragic that they don't have a happily ever after. However, they enjoyed every moment spent, and that in itself is a respite, a happiness no matter how twisted it started.

All I can think of are Maedhros's last moments. When he threw himself into the fire, was he thinking that for children like Elros and Elrond, his passing would make the world better? Was he reminded of Eluréd and Elurín, whom he failed to find, and in a twisted turn of fate, found and cared for their nephews? Was he thinking about Maglor, about his family?

All I can think of are Maglor's thoughts when he threw the Silmaril into the sea. Was he cursing himself and his family? Did he think that by drowning the stone, perhaps he and the twins could have had a happier ending? Was he lamenting the lives he took, only for the Silmaril to slip from his hands, all to go in vain, his brothers and father gone, his mother a whole world away, his deeds unforgivable? Did he think he was too horrible for death, so he chose the utter torment of life?

And Elros and Elrond. What did they think when their guardians left? Did they feel abandoned? Angered? Resentful? Or did they understand, and mourn for what they didn't and could have?

For Maedhros and Maglor, time spent with the twins was short. Too short.

For Elrond and Elros, time spent with the brotbers was long lived, but not as long as they thought when they grew older.

They all do have a happy ending, though. Perhaps Maedhros met Elros briefly in death. Perhaps Maglor met Elrond briefly before Elrond left for the Grey Havens. Perhaps, when the world will be remade, or by some miracle wherein the Valar are more merciful and allow the Fourth Age to see the Kinslayers re-embodied, they may have a reunion.

One thing is for certain, in Tolkien's stories, when people love each other, no force in the world can tear them apart. They may be separated, but they will always get back to each other somehow.

[whovianofmidgard]

Summary: Finrod and Maedhros talk about their experiences with Sauron. Not of the torture and pain he inflicted on them, but instead of how much of a preening, narcissistic peackock he was, always going on about how beautiful he was. Celebrimbor and Maeglin join in on the gossip.

Inspired by this post by @inthehouseoffinwe

Snippet:

The Gardens are a place of healing and tranquillity, a transition for the newly re-embodied between Death and Life. There is quiet, but not the lack of all sound that forces a fëa to fill it with thoughts of contemplation like in the Halls. It is the quiet of nature, where the breeze gently rustles the canopy of leaves, where the slow flowing stream trickles along the bend, where the bees buzz about the pastel petalled flowers. A quiet filled with life, a quiet that is peaceful.     

"So..." Finrod, a visitor to the Gardens, one re-embodied long ago and in no urgent need of healing, breaks the silence.   

"So..." Maedhros, newly released from the Halls and still reacquainting himself with his new hröa, rumbles back in answer.   

A short pause, where they allow a red robin to say his piece as he flitters by, and the two elves size each other up. Finrod is bright eyed, his golden hair shimmering in the scattered beams of sunlight filtering through the leaves. He is a riot of colours, of expensive fabrics and jewels, smiling comfortably and perfectly settled in his skin, a paragon of joviality, just as Maedhros remembers him from his youth. There is the silver outline of a large lupine bite mark across his exposed throat.   

Maedhros' eyes are no longer dark and haunted, though neither light with innocence like in his youth. His hair is neither sparkling copper wire, nor a fountain of red blood, but the in-between that turns out to be the fluffy orange coat of a fox. He is getting used to his soul being clothed in flesh again, the breeze lightly caressing his unmarred skin, the smooth stump of his still missing right hand absently running through the soft grass he sits on.   

"Sauron, right?" Maedhros dips his toes into the murky waters of what some would consider a fraught topic of conversation.   

Finrod raises a curious brow but grins nonetheless. "Sauron, indeed."   

Maedhros sagely nods, and in a grave tone he declares, "What a pompous ass."   

"Eru Ever-loving! I know right?!" Finrod throws his head back as he cries out. "He was such an insufferable peacock!"   

"Always strutting about the dingy dungeon corridors like he was on the latest Vanyar fashion exhibit," Maedhros complains.   

"Yes!" Finrod exclaims. "Like every time he came down to our prison cell, he was wearing something different. Flowing robes, black silk dresses, giant fur coats, a full set of armour..."   

"Jewel encrusted layered skirts, gold embroidered mantle with a ten feet train behind him, lace tunic that left so little to the imagination he might as well have walked around completely bare chested..." Maedhros lists off.   

Finrod leans in, an almost manic glint in his eye, and regardless of their perfectly secluded spot in the Gardens, he drops his voice to a whisper like all the old Tirion gossips do at dinner parties.   

"Once he passed the cell I shared with Beren twice in less than an hour, and he was wearing two entirely different outfits both times."   

"Nooo," the eldest son of Fëanor gasps in mock disbelief, barely containing the delighted toothy grin that wants to break out across his face.   

"Yes, he did!" Finrod cries. Then continues, "I will never forget the loud echoing sound of his clip-clopping steps as he marched down the stairs in his..."   

"...stupid twelve-inch high heeled steel boots," they both say at the same time before dissolving into tittering laughter like a pair of old mortal ladies. 

Read the rest on Ao3

[queerofthedagger]

It Certainly Is a Day Snippet

I was tagged by @melestasflight @sallysavestheday @luthnethril and @aredhels thank you all so much! Have a snippet from a little russingon post re-embodiment thing that won't leave me alone! <3

They move into a small house south of Tirion, overlooking the Bay of Eldamar. They can see Alqualondë from here, Tol Eressëa on a clear day. Each morning, Maedhros stands on top of the jagged cliff, and thinks of falling. Of how it feels like flying, right until it does not. He thinks of his brother, still wandering shores he cannot see no matter how he strains his eyes. Each morning, Fingon appears beside him, steady to his left. Takes Maedhros’ hand and looks down at the white shores that, ages past, had been soaked red by both their hands. They both think, then, of how it had been the worst of Fingon’s deeds, save loving Maedhros only. How it does not even make the top five of Maedhros’ ranking anymore. It is not, Maedhros thinks, that Fingon is no longer angry. It is just that Fingon has never let anything as clean-cut as betrayal stop him from loving Maedhros in despite.

Tagging @hobbitwrangler @elevenelvenswords @amorbidcorvid @swanhild @thescrapwitch and anyone else who'd like to! <3

[russingon-week]

Russingon Week 2024: Prompts!

Russingon week will run June 10th to June 16th, 2024.

Day 1: June 10th: Light

Valinor

Princes and exiles

Joy in the past 

Family

First time 

Childhood friends to lovers

Day 2: June 11th: Darkness  

Doom of the Noldor

Angband and the Helcaraxë worldbuilding

Kinslayings

Grief and bereavement 

Despair and hope

Angry sex/hate sex

Day 3: June 12th: Song

Rescue from Thangorodrim

Religious faith and worship headcanons 

Unchaining 

Trust and pity

Betrayal and reconciliation 

Hurt/comfort

Reunion sex 

Day 4: June 13th: Peace 

Long Peace

Himring and Barad Eithel

Politics and diplomacy

Fealty and devotion

Noldorin traditions

Fluff

Tender sex 

Day 5: June 14th: War 

Archery, sparring and battle

Battlefield traditions

Fire

Union of Maedhros

Horror in the past

Unhappy ending

BDSM/kink

Day 6: June 15th: AU 

Canon divergence and fix-its

Time travel/time bending

Unusual headcanons

Different setting

Roleswap

Sexual experimentation

Day 7: June 16th: The Future  

Weddings and oaths

Re-embodiment

Laws and Customs of the Eldar

Transformation

Parenthood, children, lineages 

Ósanwë

[lovefairymina]

*At Valinor, after many years of peace and most of the elves returning and re-embodying, you and Maglor suddenly wash up at one of the beaches*

You: *drag Maglor away from the water and lay him down before falling down yourself from exhaustion after your ship got destroyed during your vacation*

Amras: Wait, is that (Name) and Maglor?

Amrod: It is! They're here!

Caranthir: After many years. They finally came back.

Feanor: Wait, who is that with Makalaure?

Maedhros: That would be (Name). She's a human and had been with Maglor since the first age. I believe the two finally got married.

Celegorm: Wait! How can we be sure it's really them and not just a joke the valars are trying to pull on us.

Maedhros: And how do you propose we find that out?

You: *wake up from your disorientation and look at Curufin in front of you*

You: Oh no *turn toward Maglor, gently shaking his shoulder* Maka? My Love? My one and only?

Maglor: *wakes up, slightly disoriented* what?

You: I'm afraid we're in hell.

Maglor: *Looks around* Huh? Why do you think that?

You: *Points at Curufin* Because Curufin is here!

Celegorm: Never mind. It's them alright.

Blinking slowly, sitting up with a groan, his dark hair clung to his face, damp with sea salt and exhaustion. He followed your trembling finger toward Curufin, who stood with his arms crossed, brow raised in a way that was far too smug for someone centuries dead.

He sighed deeply, rubbing a hand over his face. “A fair assumption.” He cast you a weary glance, lips twitching toward a smile. “Though I expected more fire and brimstone.”

[thelordofgifs]

Friday Fic Recs: Long WIP edition

I’ve been thinking a little bit about the (very arduous) process of writing longfic, and how much of a difference support and cheerleading can make on that particular journey; so, although it’s been a while since I’ve made a Friday rec list, I thought I’d put one together celebrating all the incredible in-progress longfics in the Tolkien fandom I’m keeping up with at the moment!

Atandil series by @eilinelsghost. Such a gorgeous graceful moving exploration of Finrod and his relationship with Men, and the slowest and most sensual of slow burns in his romance with Bëor. The amount this series has made me THINK – about love, and hope, and memory, and Taliska grammar – is off the charts, and to top it off it’s written in the loveliest most Tolkienesque prose.

we will make this place our home by @leucisticpuffin. Ohh this AU is just like a warm gentle hug after a long day. The “kidnap fam but make it a classic children’s novel” concept is so so inspired, all the characterisations are so nuanced and moving (Maglor my beloved!!) and the OCs will steal your heart.

And Love Grew by @polutrope. On the other end of the kidnap fam spectrum, this complex and careful examination of the time after the Third Kinslaying is SO brilliant. Incredible characterisations of all the key players, some truly fascinating OCs (Dornil!!) and of course beautiful graceful prose.

tongues of the sky series by @welcomingdisaster. The first fic in this series, seabird, was written for me and I can be SO obnoxious about this :) but also it’s a wonderful moving ultimately hopeful fix-it AU with note-perfect russingon and m&m dynamics. The sequel, sparrowhawk, is currently in progress and soooo good.

ashes, ashes, dust to dust — the devil’s after both of us by @that-angry-noldo. This is SUCH an original and fascinating take on an AU where Maedhros and Maglor take Finarfin captive to bargain for the Silmarils, featuring incredible character dynamics and a terrifyingly eldritch Eönwë.

and all his towers cast down by @actual-bill-potts. What if Finrod survived the events of the Leithian? Well, angst and trauma, to start off with. And also beautiful beautiful writing, impeccable characterisation and a Maglor-Lúthien teamup!! I adore this AU.

All That Glitters Gold Rush AU series by @allthatglittersisnotgoldrush. This one is LONG LONG LONG, but also SO worth it. Ever wanted to see the entire Silmarillion retold as a western, complete with a terribly tragic and complicated Maedhros, Morgoth the terrifying slave-owner, and a beautifully multicultural Doriath? The authors have you covered.

And the Stars Shine the Same series by @runawaymun. OC-centric fic is such a rare delight and this series set in early Third Age Rivendell is just wonderful, tender and complicated and with a truly incredible Elrond.

Retelling the Hobbit comic by @retellingthehobbit. Something a little different, but I binged all of this comic retelling of The Hobbit on a plane recently and GOD it’s so so beautiful. A truly gorgeous art style, and slowly converting me from a Bilbo/Thorin sceptic into an enjoyer!

In Heart by @tanoraqui. An AU where Fëanor takes the Doom of the Noldor as a what-not-to-do manual and ends up making better choices! Featuring incredible worldbuilding and fantastic characterisation.

Please add on the longfics you love in the reblogs! Let’s get some love going for these difficult beasts!

(Couple of incest recs under the cut.)

naught green upon the oak series by @welcomingdisaster. A CoH-inspired Maedhros/Maglor AU in which Maglor winds up with amnesia after his encounter with Glaurung. I’m SO insane about this series that I can’t be coherent but it is fantastic and chilling and devastating with the most beautiful prose aahhh.

Strange Currencies by @jouissants. Maedhros is re-embodied at last only to learn that he is married to Maglor: a touching and painful post-canon fic interleaved with incredible flashbacks to the First Age.

[welcomingdisaster]

for no reason, here is a list of aus that i constantly think about in my head and have written less than 1k words for. perhaps one day some of these will happen.

au where i have genderswapped every eldest son in the legendarium (feanor, maedhros, fingon, finrod, etc) and assumed that traditionally daughters can Not inherit titles under noldor law. woe complicated sibling dynamics be upon ye

au where fingon is captured during the nirn

role reversal au where (the majority of) the nolofinwions end up on the swan ships and (the majority of) the feanorians end up on the grinding ice.

urban fantasy au in which fingolfin runs a museum, maedhros gets accused of faking his own kidnapping, turgon kills someone in cold blood and buries him in gondolin retreat, hurin isn't paid well enough for this shit, and finrod does magic tricks

modern au where indis and miriel team up to investigate their mutual ex-husband's murder, university student feanor hacks the government, 13-year old fingolfin sneaks into places he's not supposed to be in, and 7-year-old finarfin mostly plays a lot of minecraft

au where every dead elf is eventually re-embodied as a baby so long as someone is willing to pick them up from the halls. woe reverse sibling orders be upon ye

[twailia2455]

When and if the feanorians or just any of the 1st age elves in general get re-embodied they probably just have a very strict unspoken what happens in exile stays in exile policy.

Bonus points when like Elrond or other elves travel west and it just gets re invented into a what happens in middle earth stays in middle earth and he like just has to pretend to meet Maedhros for the first time at a family get together.

[crownedwithstars]

Valinorean and Eressëan attics, cellars, backrooms, solars and other private spaces are often filled with very ancient relics from distant times - Míriel's embroideries from happier days, jewels and trinkets brought from Middle-earth, Aegnor's cloven helmet that is the only thing left of him in the world of the living, prized and famous weapons, Lúthien's magical cloak, bits and pieces of armour from Middle-earth, Finwë's favourite brooch made for him by Fëanor - that have somehow ended up in the closets of relatives (near or distant).

Elves don't really know what to do with these things (some of them are obsolete, others are just too precious or strange to be actually used), but since time works differently in the Undying Lands and things don't rot, rust or decay, even objects brought from Middle-earth stay as they were, they keep filling whatever storage space they were stuffed into.

Enter Frodo Baggins and Bilbo Baggins. They introduce the idea of the Mathom-house to the Elves, who get very excited about this concept and proceed to build their own Mathom-houses in Tol Eressëa and eventually even in Valinor proper. (Stuff gets lost in translation, though: these galleries are not called Mathom-houses, but Michel Delving, which is actually where the hobbits' Mathom-house was located in the Shire. Frodo and Bilbo are contented enough and eventually give up trying to clear it up; it's nice that a bit of the Shire will live on forever in the Undying Lands).

Michel Delving of Tol Eressëa is a huge hit and families of Elves come there to learn about the ancient days of Valinor and Middle-earth, gazing in wonder at the only tapestry made by Melian and her maidens that survived from Menegroth, small shattered pieces of the images of the Trees that Turgon made in Gondolin, a collection of rocks from beyond the Misty Mountains, weapons that struck down Balrogs and dragons, pictures of flowers and trees that long ago flowered in Middle-earth, and various objects that allegedly belonged to such legendary characters as Lúthien, Húrin, Elendil, Maedhros and so on. (The keepers of the house live in fear of the days when Galadriel comes and points out things, saying "that's a fake. that too. also that is so fake that even Annatar would call it out.")

There are painful memories, too. Who of the Arafinwëans would want to see Aegnor's helmet, the reminder of how violently he passed and how he will never return from Mandos? Neither Melian or the re-embodied Thingol bear to look at Lúthien's shadowy cloak. Fingon sees his on sword, with which he fought Gothmog, and must be escorted away shaking and wide-eyed (it takes a long sojourn in Lórien for him to recover).

At some point towards the end of his life, Frodo donates his most important artifacts to the collection: the Phial of Galadriel, the mithril shirt, the Sting and his Elven cloak of Lothlórien are given a place of honour and the brave Halfling who sacrificed so much to save his home is revered in the Undying Lands long after he is gone.

[balrogballs]

Finally got around to uploading Chapter 4/5 of Cast in Stone after procrastinating by illustrating it for literally no reason, and it's Maedhros-joy and Legolas-winning hours here!

Summary:

"What Elrond did was simple. He partitioned the layers of his soul and allowed nothing to permeate across them, never let the Lord of Imladris and bearer of Vilya cross into the bossy little elfling Maglor and Maedhros had loved."

A re-embodied Maedhros and Maglor arrive in Imladris with only fragmented memories of their final years — and find that Elrond had built an enormous statue glorifying their redemption, yet omitted their final fates from the histories he wrote as a loremaster.

A Return to Imladris fic with elements of magic realism, postcoloniality and the politics of memory, also featuring teen sleuths Legolas and Aragorn.

[dalliansss]

WIP folder game

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have WIPs. People can send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet/preview or tell them something about it!

Tagged by @fistfuloflightning

Oh, wow, my WIPs are mostly Silmarillion and LOTR, but here goes:

Modern Popstar AU MaironFinrod - Rockstar ; Mairon is a CEO and Finrod is a European that made it big in the Korean idol industry. Contains past Angbang. (with @skaelds )

The Exhilarating Adventures of Disney Princess Turko - Oh you know, the works, Turko befriending Ungoliant. I can't even finish the first part, how am I going to write the rest of (oath free!) Turko's adventures in Beleriand lmao

Blood in the Mouth - Second Age arc and Numenor shenanigans. A.K.A Mairon's greatest hearbreak re: Celebrimbor (with skaelds also)

Blond Energy - Glorfindel and Finrod, both re-embodied, wreak havoc in Middle Earth and hijack their way into the Fellowship. Poor Samwise's brain cannot cope with all the ✨ B L O N D ✨

Sugar Baby - modern AU Angbang which connects to Rockstar. How Mairon, sugarbabied his way into being Melkor's husband. (also with skaelds)

Ereinion Gil-galad son of Caranthir - Gil-galad's life as a re-embodied elf in Valinor, living in the great city of Entulesse, home to all returned and re-embodied which does not answer to the authority of any of the three Eldarin kingdoms in Aman.

Galvorn Prince - Maeglin, heir presumptive to King Thingol of Doriath, is expected to contract a marriage with a Noldo to seal the alliance. The Noldor expect him to choose Finduilas of Nargothrond. Imagine everybody's (the Noldor, mostly) horror when Maeglin chooses Maedhros instead. (Because the Sindar retained the polycule culture of Cuivienen.)

From Cuivienen with Love - a.k.a the untold love story of Finwe with his greatest first loves: Miriel and Elwe. And how Finwe rose up to defy his ancestors, to give his family a chance of peace and more than just mere survival.

Yeah. I have the ideas, but not the time nor energy to write everything down. Fml.

Tagging: @cuarthol @skaelds @elentarial + YOU

[elronds-library]

of the past i will speak no more

by Dalliansss (@dalliansss)

Part 3 of A Fistfight with Fire

For the entire lifespan of the Old World, Maedhros refused to be re-embodied, choosing to stay in Mandos and mirroring the choice of Míriel Serindë a long time ago. However, when the Second Music makes way for the New World, Manwë asks him once more, and he changes his mind, returning to life to seek answers to his own questions.

Teen, No Archive Warnings

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