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Can someone please take all the elves from Tolkien’s works and give me a list of there heights because I’ve been curious as to how tall all of them were. If there is already a list please let me know. Oh and that includes the Valar and Maiar if possible.

House of Fëanor

Maglor/Makalaurë

I don't think I'm really evil...

I just make the right decisions...

OMG I love this (as fellow eldest in a large family) and this is actually rlly realistic, tho of course I don't of swords lol

Maedhros is ridiculously overprotective

During their childhood if any of the siblings were getting bothered by someone and they yelled for Nelyo he would drop everything and come running immediately. One time at a family gathering Curvo had started a fight with Argon and was losing. Badly. He hadn’t even gotten to the start of the second syllable and Maedhros was pulling them off each other with a first aid kit. He had been at the other side of the house in the middle of a conversation. Curvo hadn’t even yelled that loudly.

One time he found out Kano was being picked on. He was the equivalent of 15 and Maglor was like 12. He found Maglor crying after some 16 year olds had ripped up some of his music sheets. That was the first time Maedhros ever held a sword to someone’s throat. He had to be pulled off by three guards and no one could believe it because he was meant to be the well behaved sibling. When Feanor found out he was ridiculously proud and told Nelyo as much. Nerdanel glared at him disapprovingly but secretly agreed.

I firmly believe that even the whole way through the first age any of the brothers just needs to send one vague letter saying they might be in a bit trouble. Maedhros will be diverting the majority of his army to track them down wherever they are and make sure they’re ok. If Aredhel was Maedhros’ sibling Eol would have been found in a week and would be begging to be killed by the end of the week.

Anytime any of the Sinda diplomats get too aggressive towards Tyelko and Curvo about certain things Nelyo will make it clear that, yes, what they did was wrong and he’s aware they’re adults who made their own choices. But. They are also his little baby brothers so would you be so kind as to take a step back before he does something he most certainly would not regret. Everyone thinks Maedhros is scary enough to negotiate with on political matters. But that’s nothing compared to dealing with Protective Older Brother Maedhros.

Maedhros was very angry about the Angrod incident. He yelled at Caranthir for about half an hour. Moryo had apologised as soon as he’d seen Nelyo’s face but Maedhros still felt as if he couldn’t let his brother off so easily over something like this. He looked down at Caranthir’s face while he was in the middle of it and then he just stopped. Because that’s Moryo. This isn’t some general who went against his orders, that’s his baby brother and he looks like he’s about to cry. And he just hugs him. He knows it’s not even remotely the right thing to do, he can’t just not punish his brothers after they jeopardise relations with their allies. But damn it, he just can’t cope with any of his siblings look at him like that.

Maedhros loves his siblings a lot ok? Is this sort of about Maedhros losing the older sibling poll? Maybe.

So hear me out - but if the feanorians were in our time, they would absolutely have some form of mental health difficulties/things they struggle with, (putting aside whether or not they had smthing like adhd for the second) and this would be very easily shown through their actions, and you could see it in the way they responded to things.

For example, Over-Achieving Perfectionist Feanor- never fully satisfied, constantly needing to be better, best, in everything he did and having tunnel vision when it came to doing that (not in the sense that he can't focus on anything else, simply just that which would effect him reaching his goal).

Compartmentalizing Maedhros- as the eldest child, and one who spent a lot of time doing things for others/having to look out for other people throughout his life, I think that (especially after Angband, but even before) he would find it really difficult to focus on things negatively effecting him unless it would effect his brothers, and would rather just throw it in his mental box for later.

I think that Maglor probably had attatchment issues, I think that with Elrond and Elros a lot is said about potentially he and Mae trying to heal the gaping hole left by their brothers' death, but I also think that for him, as the second eldest, he spent a lot of time helping and looking after his younger brothers, (though not in the same way Mae did) but also spent almost his entire life (depending on what you think of the timeline) with Mae to lean on and depend on, to be the older brother, and with them all dying and the pain of the silmarils that he struggles not to get attached to others.

Celegorm I like to think not necessarily struggles with social interaction, but as he prefers to and does spend the majority of the time outside, with animals and with only his close family for company (i do think he had someone he hunted with but can't remember) and so when he did have to be in large groups with other people would find it awkward as he isn't in the woods anymore, and so he has to behave differently.

Caranthir I think, as the middle child, probably struggles with being surrounded by his wonderful sibilings, (not that he isn't also amazing, I love them all) with wonderfully diplomatic Mae, charismatic and creative Mags, Celegorm with his skill in nature and with animals, Curi of course has his smithing (and I'll speak on that in a sec, but it's time for Cara) and the twins are known as the funny tricksters, and he struggled to find a place for himself. He's normally described as either angry (but that also applies to Curi, Celegorm, and Feanor) and/or as very smart and scholarly (which can also apply to Feanor and Mae, at least in my understanding of these characters ofc) and so finding that space, similarly to Faenor's fears of being replaced by his dad (which I do think caused his perfectionism) was a very large part of his personality.

I think Curufin's issues are spoken about quite easily, but just to add my thoughts, I think that his fear of being like his dad his whole personality probably caused a lot of resentment, and feeling not good enough. I think he probably would have a lot of internalised anger at everyone, and although I do think he did genuinely believe in the Oath (probably the only one who actually did, at least for the majority of it) I think right before he died (and I did see another post though I can't remember who by, if I do I'll tag them but it was brilliant and based off this) and saw his brother's death, that was when he realised that his dad was wrong. I think that was mentally damaging and probably when in Mandos caused him to have slightly difficult trust issues, particularly with Feanor, as he saw it as a personal affront, after all, if he's just like Feanor, and Feanor messed everything up this badly, then what does that make him?

Ambarussa- honestly I think that their main concern would be an identity crisis, with being referred to as Ambarussa, or as the twins they'd feel that they had to be funny or memorable to get people to like them/see them as people, including their own family, and that would cause issues with their relationships later down the line as they would assume that nobody actually liked them, and that they had to work to be liked.

The time-travel, fix-it, in which Maedhros gets a "do-over".

Maedhros is consumed by the fires of the earth, expecting darkness everlasting.

A Fëa does not, cannot, open its eyes. Nonetheless, Maedhros opens his.

Maehros has lost his father, himself, and five of six brothers as price for a terrible oath made in rage and ignorance.  Maedhros has paid for his father's oath (his too) with his innocence and the blood of innocents. His hope died with his cousin in the Nirnaeth. The last of his love he sent away to keep safe. And yet...

Yet when Maehros opens his eyes he knows he is not dead, and not just by the lack of darkness of the void or the impossible light shining through what he remembers as his bedroom in his parents house in Tirion.

Impossible Treelight.

And yet...

Here is a secret Maedhros never told anyone after being rescued from Thangorodrim (not even Fingon):

Maedhros knows what it feels like to exist purely as a spirit, as a soul unfettered by a Hröa. He knows the torment of Sauron's maiarian hands as shackles about his Fëa, his hands of chains which do not permit answering the Call of Mandos.

Knows what it is to be shoved back into a body which breathes due to the Black Foe's sorcery.

Maedhros opens his eyes—Fëa and Hröa perfectly balanced together as they have not been since Angband and Thangorodrim—and screams.

I can't be the only person who's absolutely obsessed with the Feanorian followers. Because, see, here's the thing. The Sons of Feanor are under the Oath. And at least in some interpretations of canon, that means that the choices they make related to the Silmarils are made under duress, or when the Oathbound are really not in their right minds/acting of their own free will. And if you accept that as canon, the Feanorian followers get really interesting.

Because they aren't under the Oath of Feanor. Like, there's a distinct argument to be made (supported by the servants of Celegorm dumping Elurin and Elured in the woods, and Maedhros's horror at their actions) that the Feanorian followers are worse than their lords.

And that raises all sorts of questions. Without the Oath compelling them, why do the Feanorian followers who stay through Doriath and Sirion agree to the kinslayings? Personal loyalty? A belief that the Feanorians are right? Grudges against Thingol and the Sindar? Bloodlust? Love? How do they feel about serving lords who are (at least sometimes) being compelled by their Oath rather than acting freely? Do they even really understand the Oath? Have any of them tried to swear it? Do the Feanorians appreciate their loyalty? Are they sometimes a little afraid of the lengths their followers will go to?

There's just so much to explore there. I'm hoping that sometime I'll get a chance to write about my horrible little Feanorian follower OCs. Brief descriptions of a few of them below the cut for those interested.

Hravauta: a follower of Maedhros and a smith who specializes in prosthetics and mobility aids. Crossed the ice with Fingolfin's host and first met Maedhros when they were one of his healers after Thangorodrim. They refuse to explain why they followed Maedhros through two kinslayings and several centuries.

Helcasure: an Avarin warrior whose people were displaced when Morgoth moved into Angband. She swore vengeance, and spent the next several centuries roaming the Northern plains and killing any orcs she could find. When Maglor came to the gap, they joined forces. Apparently, her choice to follow Maglor was one made solely out of personal loyalty to him.

Alyacune: a Vanyar and former hunter of Orome who went to Middle-Earth because she believed it was her duty as a hunter to go fight Morgoth. Went through a pretty brutal loss of faith in Middle-Earth, which her friend and lord Celegorm helped her through. Hated the Iathrim for hiding behind the Girdle like Orome hid in Aman while Middle-Earth fell apart around them.

Moripilin: Curufin's wife, Celebrimbor's mother, and the living embodiment of "I could make him worse." Idolized Feanor, met his son while apprenticing with him, and proceeded to become a proper Feanorian. Some people are convinced she swore the Oath with her husband, but no one knows for such. Very much believed that the Silmarils were worth killing for.

Helping Their S/O De-stress

Headcanons: Maedhros, Fingon, Finrod, Thingol, Elrond

A/N: This was inspired by an ask I got last year with Mae, Fingon, Finrod and Elrond assisting their s/o de-stress. Thingol is the newest addition to the group.

Maedhros

As someone who was partially in charge of the Noldor, he understands what it means to be under heavy levels of stress.

Hate to see you in a state of confusion and lacking inspiration till you become stressed out.

Quick to do whatever he can to assist so you can get your brain up and running so that you can focus on your workload.

He’ll urge you to stop thinking so hard for a moment so he could pull you into his arms and rub your back.

“Mae, what are you doing?” Your brows furrowed as his arms reached out to pull you into his chest. The deep sounds of his humming vibrated through his chest as he gave you his short reply.

“I’m helping you.”

Still confused but pleased with his attempts at soothing your stress, you lifted your arms to wrap around his waist and pull yourself close to him, nuzzling into his chest. “Thank you, but I’m not really stressed. I just can’t come up with a plot for a book I’m writing. I’ve written over five drafts and nothing…I’m pooped.”

Humming at your response, he said nothing as he was thinking of the right response and continued his rubbing. You were still standing in his embrace in the middle of the room, swaying from side to side. “Yes, you are. Maybe this would help you to create a plot, or would you like me to help you write?”

“I didn’t know you write?” You teased him with a light pinch to his arms and giggled.

“I write speeches for debates, remember?”

Eyes lighting up, you lifted your head upwards and released a sound of realisation with a tired look in your eyes. Maedhros couldn’t help but chuckle, having seen his brother with the same look before he started crying. “How about we get something to eat first, and I’ll assist you with your book?”

“Food does sound great.”

Fingon

This baby hates the idea of you appearing stressed, even if it’s for something that deserves to be stressed out about.

He tries so hard to get you to remain constantly happy and smiling, so seeing you stressed sends him into a panic.

Fingon immediately assigns himself with the responsibility of reducing your stress as though his life depended on it.

He’ll stop you from whatever it was you were doing and drag you away so it would just be the both of you.

“Fingon, what are you doing? Where are you taking me?” his only response was a boyish smile he threw as he tossed his head around to face you. His grin almost split his face and yet you were able to notice the troublesome look cracking through.

Ushering you into his room, he would be quick to shut the door and walk you over to his bed. Plopping down and pulling you into his lap, his arms were quick to wind around your waist and tug you closer into his embrace. You were left confused and worried as he held you securely in his lap, rubbing his hands up and down your back, and occasionally stroking your hair.

“Is…is everything alright with you love?” Lifting his head to meet your concerned eyes, he grinned before nudging his against your forehead and planting a kiss on your nose.

“You looked stressed, so I’m helping you relax.”

“I’m not entirely stressed; I just can’t create a plot for a book I’m writing…I have ideas but they’re not making sense when I write them…”

Humming as he allowed your words to sink in, his next response caught you off guard and caused you to laugh. “Why not write about me being your knight in shining armour rescuing you? I think that’s a great plot, and easy to write. A happily ever after…”

“Sure, I’ll  also include you tripping over your two left feet as you rushed to save me.” Replying to him with a smirk, you soon felt a pinch being delivered to your arm at his slip-up.

“Now that’s mean; I’m trying to assist.” He grumbles as he scoots his body up the bed until he rested against the pile of pillows. Shuffling around to make himself comfortable for you to lie on, tugs you onto his chest and wraps his legs around you. “First, take a nap have some good dreams and then I’ll help you write.”

“I hope you can understand my thoughts when I give them to you.”

Finrod

One of the perfect people to relieve your stress and assist with your writing.

Finrod has supposedly written tales of romance and adventure in his spare time along with poems and songs, thus, assisting you has never been a problem.

Though, he will realise that amongst the guidance, you were stressed and unable to focus which leads him to carry you away from your work desk and onto the sofa to lounge.

Somewhere a suitable distance from your writing so you can relax your mind and be at ease.

Arms and legs were wrapped around the eager King as he traversed his corridor with you on his back. With the crown upon his head and still garmented in his finest wear, Finrod has no shame or problem in carrying his loved one around if it meant reducing their stress. The smile on the King’s face was enough for anyone to know not to bother or chastise him for his mannerless and informal behaviour.

“Where are you taking me might I ask dear?” poking the side of his face while you were resting upon his shoulder and staring at him affectionately.

Humming in response, Finrod tossed his head to face yours and gave you an enthusiastic grin before bounding down the corridor with more vigour in his step. Soon, you came to the grand white, and gold crested door that revealed the King’s indoor private pool, “Ready to loosen up and have some fun?”

“Fun? Finrod, I can’t afford to take a dip, I have my work to return—what are you doing?” shaky and squeaky your voice grew as you observed him removing his crown and boot, leaving him in his full wear before he walked around and headed for the steps. Still clinging to his back, Finrod gripped your legs before taking the most unexpected dive into the pool, drenching you both.

Flailing about the place, you could hear echoes of Finrod’s laughter as you fought with your clothes and the water, “De-stressed now meleth-nîn?”

“…I’m soaked…you got me wet…my clothes…” you could only stare at your King while he waddled through the water to tower above you with his hands cupping your cheeks and a wet kiss being placed on your lips.

“There, better now,” he pulled back with a grin as you went quiet, eyes darting around attempting to hide your jubilation.

“…one more please…”

Thingol

The Elven King frowned as he observed your frantic and frustrated demeanour. Hands clawing at your hair and ink splattered across your face.

You were at it for hours attempting to work on a new piece, but you hadn’t revealed that it was a painting for him.

Thingol would stand in the doorway for minutes before he grew frustrated and made himself present, scaring you in the process and watching as your hopped around to hide the canvas.

Despite the paint on your hands and face, he’d gently guide you into his garden to relax.

Thingol’s hands wove their way through your loose and unbounded hair, catching any strands that had paint and removing them with his handkerchief. He could hear the soft breathing you were emitting as his fingers massaged your scalp and chuckled as your head lulled from side to side as he rocked you into a slumber. He refused to cease his handiwork and reached for some flowers nearby, braiding them into your hair.

The air was quiet in his garden. The small streams of water pooling into the miniature ponds, the hummingbirds zooming about and the fragrant air waffling into his sanctuary.

You sat between his legs, head resting against his chest and arms and legs sprawled out haphazardly, looking like the most divine creature the world had ever seen, but to Thingol, he couldn’t help but laugh at your sleeping face. All the lines of stress were removed, but your half-opened mouth was the highlight of your sleeping beauty appearance; too many times he had seen it and too many times he found it hilarious. He couldn’t help but struggle to stifle his laughter the longer he looked at you.

Unfortunately, his rumbling shook you awake. “Hmm, w-what’s happening and…why are you vibrating?” looking around with sleep on your face, you whipped your neck around to gaze at your wheezing lover.

Still chuffing silently, he shook his head while patting yours, guiding you back to sleep, “It’s…it’s alright nîn lóth, everything is alright. Return to your slumber; you are beyond stressed and tired, rest.”

A sweet kiss was pressed to the crown of your head before he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his robes around your smaller figure, and lulling you back to sleep.

Elrond

He knows and understands the stress behind writing any piece of literature; he’s basically swamped by dozens of reports or documents on a daily basis.

Seeing tug at your hair or knock your head against the table multiple times begging for ideas to flow properly would make him wince.

 Elrond would quietly enter your room with a knock on your door carrying a tray of chamomile or hibiscus tea with a few treats to snack on because he knows that you haven’t consumed any food.

Despite your protests, he would pry you away from your desk and guide you over to a table near a window and feed you.

“Ah, ah, ah, no complaining my dear. You were showing signs of stress and as your healer and husband, it is my job to care for you,” there was an unmistakable playful smile behind his stern expression while he held the cup of chamomile tea to your lips.

There weren’t any chances of escaping his self-care moment and you had no choice but to follow through. Soon you were drinking tea and munching on strawberry biscuits while lounging in Elrond’s arms on the balcony. “It’s really difficult to write my thoughts out on paper because it sounds amazing in my head but as soon as I write it, it makes no sense.”

“Maybe you should practice writing your thoughts out more often.”

“Elrond, I’ve been writing all my thoughts, why do you think my books exist. I just wish I can just magically get my thoughts onto the paper without writing, you know?”

Unable to answer because he had never experienced writer’s block, Elrond just hummed and lifted his hand to stroke your hair in hopes of calming you. He bent his head down and planted a kiss on your forehead and immediately felt you melt. “Maybe you simply need to rest a bit and inspiration will flow darling.”

“Hmm…I better dream all my thoughts appearing on that paper.”

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