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So, I had a horrible horrible idea of Morgoth catching wind of the remaining Feanorions now having possession of the remaining heirs of Luthien and managing to bring them all into Angband.

So now Maedhros is doubting whether he was ever rescued in the first place, Maglor has completely resigned himself to eternal torment, and Elrond and Elros have grown up in Angband under the thumb of Sauron and Morgoth.

I’m probably going to use this to explore the workings of Angband and how growing up there would effect E&E. And also how it would mess up Maedhros and Maglor even more.

Maglor in valinor

He had always been an entertainer

He had always been an entertainer. There was no point to music, no purpose to it if it was kept private. Music was supposed to be shared, to be heard, and he loved being able to provide that, to make people happy.

It had been easy in Valinor. He had been happy. He had large audiences, and fans, and friends that would invite him over to talk about composition and... and then-

and then there had been an oath and blood in the sand and that was when he had first woven Song with intent to harm; telerin eardrums bursting at his screams and his voice weaving terrible fear into their hearts until they were insensate enough for Celegorm to neatly behead them. When they had burnt the boats he rose his voice in Song so it would be quick and realised only too late that he had drowned out his brother’s screams.

There had been no time for song in Beleriand. No time for song, only Song to drive back the enemy and keep his forces going until they collapsed and then force them back to wakefulness again to toll another day. They cursed his name; tried to mutiny many times until the Dagor Bragollach where his song was the only thing that kept their horses ahead of roaring fire.

He lost track of time after that. The blood on his hands was too much and the empty eyes of his fallen brothers followed him always. He swept though Doriath in a daze, barely remembering the fallen until he slept and they returned to torment him.

His remaining brothers didn’t acknowledge him anymore. They couldn’t piece themselves back together, never mind having time for him. When they discovered the Silmaril was in the Havens he had almost wept with joy. It would be over soon, one way or another.

And then he lost another brother and Elwing had ran and he could not bear anymore blood on his hands. He regrets keeping the twins. He was the one the doomed them to the Iron Hells.

He belongs in Angband. He is a monster, a kinslayer. As they take the price of his crimes out of his flesh he dutifully recites the name to every life he has ruined in one way or another. The Lieutenant rips through his head and carefully extracts all his memories of happiness until he’s with nothing but pain and did you leave your victims in a better state? I think not, little jester. The only mercy he is granted is the twins; the twins who shine still, and take joy from his music.

He knows not where Maedhros is. He does not ask. He did not let his victims know if their loved ones were alive and he does not deserve the mercy.

He is scared that his brother will see how quickly he gave in.

He sings in blackspeech now. It tears up his throat and blood wells at his lips as he chokes, but he keeps singing. His audience of orcs jeer and throw their food at him when it isn’t to their liking. He has blasphemed against the Valar and his family so much that the humiliation of it barely registers any more. He sings of his own failures, of Gondolin’s fall, of Fingon’s death, and Finrod’s pitiful attempts to best the Lieutenant. His Highness raises his glass in approval and he knows he will be allowed eat with the twins tonight. He will gorge himself on questionable elf, he knows it’s elf meat and drink stagnant water and the memories of feasts in Valinor will fade. Afterwards, he will give the Lieutenant his pound of flesh for his crimes and then play the harp until blood runs down his arms and his fingers are rubbed raw to the bone.

He always had been an entertainer.

Maglor and his silmaril

headcanon below the cut

My main headcanon for Maglor is that Glorfindel and later Gandalf specifically had orders to bring him back to Valinor even if he was kicking and screaming the entire way back. The reason ostensibly was so that he could deal with the returning followers of Feanor that were starting to kick off at the death of Celebrimbor without having to reembody anyone, but it was mainly because Ulmo realised he was starting to fade and if Sauron managed to bind Maglor's fea under his control then things would quickly go from bad to exponentially worse.

Childhood Crush

Pairing = Finrod x Mairafinwë (OC)

Genre = General audiences

General ratings = pure fluff <3

Content warnings = none

Word count = 1,9k

Notes = Hi, yes, hello 🫣 It has been a while, hasn’t it? Anyway, I found my inspiration back and I’ve finished this piece in time for day 5 of @tolkienocweek ! The prompt was ‘shipping’ so it was in theme and I thought ‘why not?’ Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Finrod never lacked love. He was loved, and he loved back. He loved his father, his mother, his brothers, his sister, his grandfather, his uncle (uncles, sometimes, but he didn’t see Fëanáro much. He was still cool, in Finrod’s eyes. He always received little gifts from his uncle when he visited. It was a little secret between them, because for some reason, Fëanáro didn’t want Arafinwë to know. Finrod thought it funny, because Arafinwë was aware, but pretended he didn’t.) loved him back.

However, as he turned around five (in men years), he noticed something. His father kissed his mother and looked at her with Starry Eyes. His uncles all looked at his aunts like that too, Uncle Fëanáro with Aunt Nerdanel and Uncle Ñolofinwë with Aunt Anairë. He saw teenagers do that, too. And he didn’t understand. Why did they do that? It was so weird!

So he asked his mother and she replied something that didn’t make sense at the time. She said : “People kiss each other and look at each other with ‘Starry Eyes’ because they love each other, dear.” Finrod looked at her dubiously. What did she mean, ‘It’s because they love each other’! Finrod loved his brothers, but that didn’t mean he looked at them with Starry Eyes and kissed them on the mouth!

It was when he turned ten (in men years), that he understood what his mother had meant. He was with his family at a banquet organized by his grandfather Finwë. For once, miraculously everyone was getting along, and then, he saw her. Seated between a teenager Makalaurë and a small Turcafinwë, sat the most beautiful girl Finrod had ever seen. She had long silver hair, just like Lady Míriel (Finwë kept her portrait in his study) and gray eyes like Fëanáro. To be honest, she was the perfect replica of Lady Míriel, but with Finwë’s eyes.

Finrod felt his face get hot, before he averted his eyes. But then, he found his eyes drawn back to her. He couldn’t help but admire her beauty. Finrod didn’t understand at the time why he felt so drawn to her. She was just a normal girl! But that was where he was wrong, because she was the only daughter of Fëanáro. And it was well known that his children are everything but ‘normal’.

He stole glances at her, greedily looking at her eyes and hair and cheeks and smile and- everything. He looked at her everything and felt weird inside.His heart thumped loudly and his stomach felt like it was dancing. He wondered why he was feeling this way.. It was then that they made eye contact. Gray eyes meeting blue ones, holding each other, drowning in each other.

Later on, when Finrod grew restless of sitting and listening to the adults talk about boring things, he got up and went to the gardens. The cool night air was like a balm to his still hot cheeks. He looked towards Telperion, sighing as he felt tiredness come over him. Normally, he’d be in bed by now. It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy he could stay up late, but he really wished they were back home. He missed the feeling of the ocean breeze on his skin and the salty air. At the same time, he felt overjoyed at seeing his grandfather and Tirion again. The city was wonderful and a delight to his eyes. Art was everywhere and people were kind.

He was startled out of his thoughts by the most beautiful voice he had ever heard (after Kanafinwë’s, of course, but not that he’d ever admit it).

“Hello!”

Finrod whirled around, cheeks heating up as he saw her.

“H-Hi!” He replied, his eyes widening as she smiled at him.

“You’re my cousin Findaráto, right?” She asked, her eyes twinkling in the silvery light of Telperion.

“Uh, yes!” Finrod stuttered out, feeling nervous for.. some reason. She smiled at him, extending her hand.

“I’m Mairafinwë. Pleasure to meet you!” She said and he shook her hand. Mairafinwë… The name was exactly like her : beautiful, graceful, a joy to look at..

~~~

Since that night, Finrod found himself visiting Mairafinwë often : he had gained a friend. She was funny, witty, calm and talented. Their beautiful friendship blossomed and they became closer.

“Don’t move!” Mairafinwë tsked, frowning a bit at Finrod. He sighed, going back into his original position.

It had been two years since they had met and Mairafinwë had invited Finrod over at her father’s house. After talking for a few hours, she had proposed to sculpt him. Finrod, overjoyed, had agreed. Mairafinwë was good with her hands, he had seen the sculptures she made. Of course they were pretty, she learned from the best : her mother, Nerdanel. What he didn’t expect was that it would take so long to sculpt him.

He squirmed in his seat again, admiring Mairafinwë as she worked. The light that came in by the tall windows caressed her skin, making her look softer than normal. Her long silver hair was thrown up into a bun as she worked diligently, frowning in concentration. She kind of looked like Fëanáro when she was working : the same frown, the same twitch of the lips, the same analyzing eyes.

“Can we take a break?” Finrod said, sighing. Mairafinwë looked up and Finrod’s heart skipped a beat or two, his cheeks darkening. She sighed, putting down her tools.

“Alright, alright. We’ll take a break.” She said, smiling. She was as beautiful as always and Finrod found himself unable to look away from her.

When she took his hand and giggled as she dragged him outside, he thought he understood what his mother had meant all those years ago.

~~~

Finrod knew that Mairafinwë was older than him, of course. It wasn’t by that much, but it frustrated him to no end when people whispered that he looked like a lost puppy following her around. He was fifteen (in men years)! It wasn’t fair that people thought he wasn’t deserving of her!

Finrod had recognized that he liked Mairafinwë, maybe even loved her. He hadn’t done anything about it, yet. He was determined to court and woo her properly, but he didn’t have the right ideas at the time.

He almost had a heart attack when Nelyafinwë and Kanafinwë approached him with matching grins. They were usually the ones who were the most respectful and didn’t throw pranks, so to see them approaching him like that, he knew that something was going to happen.

Finrod wanted the ground to open up and swallow him when they told him that they knew he liked their sister. However, he perked right up and all his embarrassment was forgotten when they gave him a list of things Mairafinwë found romantic and liked to do that they had roped Turcafinwë into getting for them. He thanked them profusely, before having the scare of his life when their expressions turned grim.

“We support you courting our sister, Findaráto, but listen to my words and listen well.” Maedhros started.

“If we find out you broke her heart, for whatever reason it is, you will pay.” He said, a frown etched on his handsome face.

“Are we clear?” Maglor’s ethereal voice sounded stern.

“Yeah, of course!” Finrod said, a bit fearful. He almost had whiplash from how fast their demeanours changed as their expressions turned happy once more. Maedhros clapped him on the shoulder, smirking.

“Good luck.” He said before they left him with his thoughts.

~~~

Finrod had successfully started to court Mairafinwë. Dates had been arranged and he was happy, and so was she. The threshold of hand-holding had been passed and they spent more and more time together, almost attached at the hip.

Everything was going well. Too well.

That’s why Finrod wasn’t all that surprised when one day, returning from a date with Mairafinwë, his uncle Fëanáro approached him, saying he wanted to speak to him.

Seated in his uncle’s office, Finrod felt a bit fearful. He knew that his uncle was extremely protective of his children, everyone knew that. Fëanor looked at him pensively, saying nothing and making Finrod squirm under his intense gaze.

“Findaráto..” Fëanor started, making Finrod gulp as he tried to calm his heartbeat, his nervousness making his palm sweaty.

“Yes?” Finrod said, cursing in his head as his voice came out weak. His uncle gently smiled at him, making him calm down a little.

“Mairafinwë has told me that you have been courting for some time now.” Fëanor said, making Finrod nod in acquiescence.

“She loves you. Very much. It is.. clear that she has fallen head over heels for you. I want you to know, first and foremost, that I support this courting.” Fëanor said, tilting his head. Hearing those words made Finrod significantly calm down, his tense posture relaxing.

“Mairafinwë is someone who loves with all of her being. She is.. she is extremely like my mother in this way.” Fëanor whispered this part, his gaze turning longing for a second.

“I want to know if you love her. As in, you won’t want to leave her side in a century or two. You two are young, and there is plenty of time to grow and mature. These feelings you have for each other may change and that is alright. But I want to know now if you think it might happen.” His uncle said, making Finrod shake his head rapidly.

“No. I.. I love her. With all of my fëa. I think.. no, I know she is the one.” Finrod said, making his uncle’s lips twitch upwards. Fëanor hummed.

“In that case, I want you to know that I entrust my daughter’s heart to you. Be careful : it is delicate and bruises easily.” Finrod nodded seriously, relief washing over him as his uncle gave him his blessing to court Mairafinwë.

“However, I want you to know that if I find out you have not been treating her with the respect or adoration she deserves, or that you have made her sad, there will be consequences.” Fëanor said, a small smile on his lips to soften his words. Finrod nodded again.

That day, he left Fëanor’s mansion happy, for he had gotten his blessing.

~~~

It was a month later that Finrod kissed Mairafinwë for the first time. It was magical : something that made him feel whole in a sense and that made him giddy to think about. They laid underneath a tree on the grass, their fingers intertwined.

“I love you, Mairafinwë. I love you a lot. I… I wanted to know if you.. If you’d like to..” Finrod hadn’t thought about how he would ask her to become a couple. Well, he had, but this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. The words were all wrong in his mouth and his mind worked faster than ever to find the right words.

Mairafinwë gently put her hand on his cheek, her plump lips turning up into a smile.

“Take your time, Findaráto. I’m not going anywhere.” She softly said with that magnificent voice of hers.

“I-… would you like to.. to become a couple?” Finrod asked, almost wincing at his clumsy words. In his mind, he had imagined asking her poetically with a grand romantic gesture. Still, Mairafinwë smiled gently at him, her pretty eyes twinkling with happiness.

“I would love to.” She responded, making Finrod nearly bowl over with relief. He smiled at her and she smiled back. And he understood. He understood what his mother had meant.

When she kissed him, he felt his stomach dance and his cheeks become hot and thought : ‘How I love her..’

End notes : I hope you enjoyed! I have one story and some headcannons in the work, so I should post more often! <3

@theladyvanya @koyunsoncizeri

Pranks

Pairing = none

Genre = general audiences

General ratings = family fluff

Content warnings = none

Word count = 805

Notes = Hope you enjoy! The prompt was ‘siblings’ from @tolkienfamilyweek day 2!

“What are you both doing?” Mairafinwë’s voice sounded out, her eyebrows raised in surprise.

Amrod and Amras froze as they looked at her like they had been caught doing something they shouldn’t, before looking at each other.

“Nothing.” Amras said, giving his older sister a suspicious-looking smile, while Amrod nodded somnely. Mairafinwë raised an eyebrow, unconvinced, before she looked at what the twins were trying to hide with their hands.

A bucket full of burdock seeds was there, making Mairafinwë frown.

“And what do you plan on doing with those?” She asked, crossing her arms as suspicion came over her.

Amrod and Amras looked at each other, communicating silently with each other thanks to micro-expressions made with the twitching of their ears, the tightening of their lips and the movement of their eyebrows. After a little while, they both looked back at Mairafinwë.

“We’ll tell you if you promise to help us.”

Mairafinwë’s eyebrows raised and she pursued her lips, searching the eyes of her baby brothers intently. After a while, curiosity won her over and she reluctantly nodded. Ambarussa both grinned at her, hushedly asking her to come closer. She kneeled carefully on the ground, leaning closer to the both of them.

“You see, Tyelko put a bunch of squirrels in our room a few weeks ago.” Amras started.

“They ate some of our clothes and shit everywhere.” Amrod said, brow furrowing as he recalled the state of their room after that particular incident.

“Tyelko found that extremely funny. We thought we might make him pay us back.” Amras finished, grinning excitedly at the thought of getting ‘revenge’ on their older brother.

Mairafinwë hummed, remembering the incident clearly, where she had had to play peacemaker, holding the twins back from jumping on a laughing Celegorm. She also remembered the anger that had taken over her the day Celegorm put a bunch of racoons in her bedchambers and they had wreaked havoc upon it. Mairafinwë knew the feeling of being held back by an older sibling (an exasperated Maedhros, who was tired of Celegorm’s antics and a slightly amused Maglor).

Even if Tyelkormo was punished by their father and mother each time, he never ceased to play pranks on them, Caranthir and sometimes Curufin (one look from Maedhros served to dissuade Celegorm from doing any kind of mischief to him and Maglor… well, Maglor had multiple tricks up his sleeve).

Mairafinwë looked at her baby brothers and smiled.

“Alright you two. I’ll help you. What’s the plan?” She asked, grinning, feeling a bit giddy.

~~~

A few moments later, they were in Celegorm’s room, carefully picking burdocks and placing them on his clothes, bedsheets, pillows, blankets and carpet, giggling like children all the while.

“… what are you all doing?” Caranthir’s voice sounded out from the entrance of Celegrom’s bedchambers, making Mairafinwë, Amrod and Amras freeze.

They turned towards Caranthir, Mairafinwë smiling sheepishly.

“… a trick?” She said, shrugging, making her younger brother raise his eyebrows, surprised at seeing her play into the twins’ mischief.

Caranthir looked at the three of them, then at the burdocks, before he seemed to recall every prank that Celegorm played on him, before slowly smiling. He left the room, a big smile on his face, as Mairafinwë, Amrod and Amras all giggled quietly, finishing up placing the burdocks before quietly leaving.

~~~

An hour later, as the three of them hung out in the library, they saw Caranthir pass by with a large chest. Amrod and Amras looked at each other, smelling mischief, before they called out.

“Carnistir? What are you doing?” Ambarussa asked, making their older brother turn to look at them. He smiled even as his cheeks were redder than usual due to exertion, his eyes twinkling.

“A ‘special’ delivery.” He responded, making his sister and youngest brothers look at each other before smiling.

“Can we help you?” Mairafinwë asked, getting up and dusting herself off.

“Of course. It would be greatly appreciated.” Caranthir said, grinning.

All three of them helped Carnistir transport the heavy chest to Celegorm’s bedchambers, chuckling quietly. Amrod and Amras let out gasps of delight when they opened the chest, a good hundred of frogs jumping out to hide in Tyelkormo’s room. Mairafinwë chuckled as they left, closing the door behind them.

~~~

When at dinner time everyone was seated at the table except for Celegorm (he was almost always late when he went out to hunt with Oromë), the conversation was interrupted by a loud shriek coming from the blond brother. Fëanor and Nerdanel looked taken aback, Curufin frowned in curiosity while Maedhros rolled his eyes and Maglor tilted his head.

Mairafinwë snorted as Amrod and Amras couldn’t help but laugh, Caranthir smiling deviously as he savored his revenge.

Shrieks and screams could be heard throughout the mansion, as well as laughs and exasperated sighs.

End notes : reblogs and comments are always immensely appreciated!

Nelyafinwe & Kanafinwe

Kinslayers