#re-embodied maedhros

[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

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

obsessed with re-embodied First Age war heroes interacting with the aman-born youth

Youth: Wow, your hair is so pretty! Such a first age throwback. Could you be related to Maedhros Fëanarion? Maedhros Fëanarion: Never heard of him

Finrod Felagund: That's a cool ring, kid. Reminds me of early first age bëorian metalwork. Youth: Gee, thanks, that's exactly what I was going for! Does it make me look like King Felagund? Finrod Felagund: Absolutely. He'd be proud

Youth: Atar said you're from the first age. Did you know the sons of Fëanor? Was Celegorm hot? This blond guy the other day told me he was really hot Caranthir: Don't listen to that blond guy again. I know what he's doing

[thetiredprometheus]

I just realised that I haven't done anything for mermay, so here's a quick drawing of maedhros with his little seamonster baby brother

As soon as maedhros has been re-embodied and made his way back to Beleriand, Maglor's ass is getting re-domesticated

[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)

[starsofarda]

Sometimes my head spits out random stuff.

I like to think that the mortals of Middle Earth, starting probably towards the end of the Second Age, have a plethora of fairytales that were originally actually actually historical/true facts.

But you know how oral tradition works.

Like by the Third Age we get men telling their children:

The tale of the imprisoned princess saved by the prince from the fortress of the evil sorcerer (it was Fingon saving Maedhros from Angband)

The king and the cursed jewel (the whole Thingol and Silmaril)

The City Built on the Clouds where No One can Step In or Out (it was Gondolin)

The knight and the demon (it was Glorfindel vs the balrog)

The curse of the seven princes (SoF and the Silmarils)

The girl who turned into a swan (Elwing)

The siblings lost in the woods and found by fairies (Elurin, Elured)

And so on.

Somehow Bilbo collects all of these stories and brings them to Valinor, where at least a good percentage of the actual Elves who did that are re-embodied.

It's an uproar.

Bilbo is there enjoying the chaos.

[idleleaves]

Trying to get over my ridiculous hang-ups about sharing snippets, so here's 3 paragraphs of post re-embodiment Fingon/Maedhros that nobody asked for:

Nerdanel glances over her shoulder, and her smile softens. There'd never been a proper road from Tirion to the gardens, but a wide path curves southward toward the city, now, grass long since worn down to earth by the footsteps of the Returned. Someone moves along the path—it is not unoccupied, as Maedhros had assumed. He raises his head; his breath catches. Nerdanel squeezes his hand. Fingon does not come to meet them where they stand. He halts with several paces still between them, arms crossed over his chest. Maedhros can't turn away; he can't remember ever seeing Fingon so intentionally unadorned. His hair hangs straight and dark down his back, braided away from his face without its usual gold. His ears, hands, and wrists are bare, and his tunic is a flat, muted blue, embroidered with silver-veined leaves. Fingon's face is neutral, yet his eyes give him away. It almost hurts to look at him, to feel the echo of what he'd been—all love and grief, white-hot fury and broken trust—each brief, rare time they'd brushed past one another in the Halls. Fingon takes just two steps toward him before he stops. Takes another step; stops again. And it's this—seeing impulsive, fire-hearted Fingon hesitate—that propels Maedhros forward.

[thescrapwitch]

Tolkien Reading Day 2025

Happy Tolkien Reading Day! Since the theme for this year is Fellowship and Community, I thought I would recommend a few fics that I feel reflect it:

Tend to the Flame by @maglor-my-beloved

The Fëanorians, returned at last, move to Formenos and turn the ruined fortress into a city of crafts and creation, a place of second chances and a home for those who do not know where they belong. Their family grows over the centuries, and Míriel's last work is in time completed. (Or, what if all my blorbos were friends and lived in a cool city together and bonded over an arts&crafts project)

Department of Song and Craft Safety, Review, and Approval by @icryyoumercy

there is a plan to prevent the re-embodied Fëanorians from once again engaging in questionable behaviour or craft. strangely, it doesn't work

White Water Flowing by @starspray

In Valinor and homesick for Imladris, Celebrían decides to build a new one.

The Last Spring by @clothonono

"Perhaps they've had another baby," said Lalwen. "How many are they up to now, five?" "They cannot possibly have had another baby," said Findis. "Can they?" "Perhaps he's coming to visit," said Finarfin. His siblings all glared at him.

to speak, to scream and laugh with the echo by @clockworkcrabofea

In which Maedhros once told Maglor that Angband’s government was very might-to-right so, upon waking up in the past after haunting the shores through the Fourth Age, he decides that he could probably beat up a balrog or two and marches his ass across the Ice to bitch slap Sauron. Sauron finds himself unexpectedly okay with this.

Songbird by @tanoraqui

It was not with heavy heart that Paladin Took approached the Bird's Nest. But his ribs might've been weighty and his liver positively annoyed, and not just from the many fine ales and finer wines he'd consumed throughout his life. It was that damn Lotho again, Lotho Sacksville-Baggins from up Hobbiton way with his air and his Big Men—well, two could play at that game! And if anyone was going to be calling themselves "Chief" in this day and age, it would be the right and proper Thain of the Shire! His blood up, he knocked rather hard on the oversized door. "Maggie! Are you in there? Open up!"

To Live in the Undying Lands by @tathrin

A smattering of snippets set throughout the (im)mortal lives of the remaining members of the Fellowship on the other side of the Sundering Sea.

Anastasis by @chthonion

"Forgive me,” Frodo says in his accented Quenya, the syllables strange in his ears. “I—I have an old wound. It troubles me still, sometimes." "It is I who must ask your forgiveness," says the stranger. "I believe I may be the one who put it there." In Aman, Frodo and Celebrimbor and Finrod forge a friendship, talk about trauma, and deal with the fact that Sauron's ghost is haunting Celebrimbor.

Old bonds remade by @deadqueernoldor

“When the flower blooms, the bees come uninvited” Or Maglor is in banishment as decreed by the Valar, but it seems he is the only one who remembers that ‘banishment from elven society’ means that he is supposed to be alone

I forced myself to stick to nine recommendations (to match our favourite Fellowship) but PLEASE add more fics to this list! There are so many amazing Tolkien fics so make sure to reblog this with your own favourites.

Have a lovely day!

[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.

[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!

[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.”

[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

[elronds-library]

Cast in Stone

by timelessutterances (@balrogballs)

"But Maglor could not blame Elrond. It was easier, he knew, to outsource regret to history books and statues, easier to treat the past like a relic of sorts. Maglor's past may have been a minefield, but Elrond's was a landscape of loss. Of course he would wield history like a caging thing: something keeping violence in the past where it belonged, keeping it good, quiet, and still." 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 completely 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 a teenaged Aragorn and Legolas.

Teen, No Archive Warnings

Words: 34,476

[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

[balrogballs]

the silm fandom:

zara “balrog” balls:

"Maedhros has nothing to say, less to give. He looks Elwing in the eye, stares right into the face of a catastrophe of his own making. There’s no forgiving or forgetting, but it is only the two of them on that island. Both their lives, collapsed into this yawning whole. Their very existence is now an exercise in the capacity for empathy and identification. On the island, there is only one thing that binds them: she threw herself into the sea, and he threw himself into the earth. The two of them had spat in the face of divinely-gifted eternity, and would have to learn their lesson before Valar and Eldar, flopping fish on a hot-dry-pan."

Maedhros Fëanorian is re-embodied onto a desert island in Aman, inhabited solely by Elwing of Doriath, and separated from the mainland by a body of uncrossable water. This, it turns out, is the Valar's judgement - though neither Elwing nor Maedhros take very kindly to being judged.

Rating: M+/E | 18+ 👿

Relationships: Elwing/Maedhros, Maedhros/Fingon, Elwing/Eärendil, yes they both still love their respective partners.

Tags: Magical Realism | Castaways-with-Benefits to Kind-of-Friends-with-Benefits | Oral Sex | Mutual Masturbation | Developing Friendships | Guilt | is there a tag that says 'they start fucking to spite the powers-that-be?' | Environmentalism | Natural Disasters | Femdom | Recovered Memories | Religious Conflict | Explicit Sexual Content | Infidelity | Rebellion | Homecoming | Nature Magic | Adventure | Orgasm Edging | Worldbuilding

Part 1 of The Archipelago

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[chaos-of-the-abyss]

ran to your inbox after reading a thingol is reimbodied fic where all the kinslaying feanorians have not only been reimbodied before thingol (putting the FAN in FIC, the delusion and cope is fucking real) and the kinslayings have been entirely forgiven by the time elrond makes it there (i need to know what crack people are smoking) but dior. you know the one who was murdered and had his wife and kids murdered by the feanorians. THAT DIOR!!!!! is in valinor and is not only good friends with celegorm and curufin (!!!????) but he had the audacity to chide thingol for questioning it and being skeptical!!!! and had the audacity to blame thingol for the destruction of doriath like it wasn’t the fucking feanorians who murdered everyone there… i swear these people who hate thingol and his line LOVE infiltrated their tags and writing their anti-iathrim noldor propagandist bullshit as if no one can see straight through it. it’s like writing elrond coming to valinor and chiding celebrian for disliking the orcs who tormented and possibly SA-ed her. “wow celebrian i expected so much better of you after all these years in aman. that your heart is filled with so much bigotry and hate disappoints me :/“ ahhh people.

lmaoooo the idea of dior just being buddy buddy with the men who kidnapped, planned to rape, and tried to murder his mom 😭 😭 😭 and him blaming thingol... this is the dude who took up his grandfather's mantle as king despite the staggering odds against him. the dude who in a version of the story proudly styled himself as thingol's heir!!! ("i am the first of the peredhil, but i am also the heir of king elwe, the eluchil.") that dior being mad at thingol for the destruction of doriath instead of the actual people who were doing the attacking and murdering??? lol

but yeah what you've got to understand about feanorian stans is that they have no real interest in engaging in any meaningful way with the feanorians' crimes. it's always about how angsty bad boys heal from their trauma and find peace uwu while all their victims -- whose trauma the feanorians caused -- are conveniently flattened into paragons of nonsensical amounts of forgiveness and understanding whose strongest acknowledgment of the feanorians slaughtering all their family and friends comes down to the bottom line of "but you guys were sad 🥹" (even though the feanorians literally have no more reason than anyone else in beleriand to be sad and they're the only ones who resorted to ambushing refugee camps and committing mass murder against their inhabitants. somehow i don't think the grief is the problem here...) like note all the hate against thingol, someone who canonically voices and acts on his disdain for the feanorians. what do they do? they cry about him being racist to the noldor and about how if he had only been reasonable and listen to the feanorians' polite entreaties (lmfao), things would have turned out better and it's all his fault. dude isn't even allowed to be hold a grudge against them for trying to rape his daughter, it's beyond ridiculous. same for someone like elwing! one of the characters who loses the most because of the feanorians' entitlement, arrogance, and cowardice. what's their response? she's vilified. she's twisted into a horrible mother who abandoned her sons, a silmaril-addicted junkie who couldn't see past her obsession with it (saying this about any character while glazing the feanorians is hilarious, btw), etc. etc. and i remember reading a fic (wonderful fic, btw) that takes place in valinor, where re-embodied maedhros comes to elwing for forgiveness and she refuses him. you guessed it, there were comments getting mad at her because how dare she not forgive the person who orphaned her, took everything from her twice, and ruined her life twice???? and thennn you have whatever the fuck they did with dior lol, turning him into a mouthpiece to prop up the feanorians as if he isn't one of the people in arda with the most reason to despise them.

you see the trend? the feanorians' victims, and/or families of their victims, aren't allowed to truly hold the feanorians responsible for their actions. they aren't allowed to hate and blame them for the grief they very directly and indubitably caused. when they justifiably do, they get slammed by butthurt stans whitewashing the feanorians and straight up lying about what happened in the silm. it's to the point that you'll inevitably get people complaining in the comments if you have a fic that's in any way critical of feanor, the feanorians, and their actions. (got personal experience with how far they'll stretch that btw... i still think about the fact someone claimed with their whole chest that feanor's mind was altered by morgoth because the valar forced feanor to hang out with him, and expected me to just. not point out that that's not what happened?) feanorian stans don't actually want the feanorians to be held responsible for their actions; they want them to be coddled, their actions and crimes softened, their culpability glossed over. and that desire is probably exacerbated by the fact that the narrative itself directly contradicts the version they want to push. the narrative itself treats the feanorians as failures and villains! tragic, yes, but ultimately responsible for their own wrongdoings. their deaths, and the downfall and eventual obscurity of their house (celebrimbor, their only surviving member post first-age, actively renounces his father's actions) is what they get for their moral failures and their refusal to do better. not exactly the story that feanorian stans want, since they hate the idea of whatever meow meow sadboy ocs they call the feanorians being held accountable in any substantial way. which is why they double down with their victim-blaming, usually paired with a copious heap of misogyny for good measure. at the core of it, they really just don't like the silm as it is in canon, and so they try to force in their wish fulfillment version and convince everyone else that it's the actual canon