Fëanorians ranked from most to least likely to survive the Purge.
Maglor: 11/10. Would just emerge from his room after a week-long composition binge to find out that the Purge ended already, not even aware that it happened.
Caranthir: 9/10: Would probs be like Maglor and never even notice the Purge because he barely goes outside, but would probably go to his neighbors to yell about the racket and get caught up in it.
Maedhros: 8/10: Would hack his way through anybody who tried to get at his front door, his fatal mistake is that he steps outside to begin with. Tactical brain may still save his life tho not without injuries.
Amrod and Amras: 5/10: Somewhere in the middle because they’re in the woods somewhere, excellent cover for you…but also excellent cover for every other whack job.
Curufin: -5901/10 He and Celegorm share one brain cell and he has Daddy’s temper, ‘nuff said. Only reason he’d survive slightly longer than Celegorm is because he’s more of a prideful dick than a hack and slash dick.
Celegorm: -5900/10: Gets VERY involved, tries to rob every bank and stir up as much shit as he can, stays strapped but doesn’t know when to quit, lasts longer than most but still dies.
Fëanor: -1,000,000/10: Immediately goes over to try to fight everyone he doesn’t like, dies within an hour.
Celebrimbor: - ♾/10: Is way too trusting, tries to help a “victim” that’s fleeing from an ax murderer. Turns out said “victim” IS an ax murderer and he dies in like 30 minutes.
- On your first time together on the wedding night, you almost didn’t do it. Maedhros insisted on giving you some time to adjust, to get used to the feel of sleeping beside him. If you hadn’t taken action that night, the marriage might have taken months to consummate purely due to his nerves.
- But once you did start, you couldn’t stop. Night after night, you and Maedhros fell back against the covers breathless after hours of passion and constant attention to each other.
- Truth be told, he was a romantic at heart. Softly holding and touching you at night, wrapping you in his arms and pressing you to his chest, whispering little prayers and kissing the top of your head, thanking the Valar that you were with him.
- If you wanted to sleep with him that night, you’d have to make the first move. He’d be sitting at his desk or training or whatnot, even in the late hours of the night, and you’d have to sultrily walk over to him, silencing him with a finger and beckoning him to come to bed.
- His mother hadn’t been wrong when she’d named him Maitimo. He was well formed and handsome indeed, with a body toned and defined from decades of swordsmanship, the ever regal face of a powerful king, that beautiful shade of blood red hair that you would never forget as long as you lived.
- If it there was one thing going for him, it was Maedhros’s stamina. The man could keep on going for hours, leaving you breathless and totally undone afterwards.
- As the dawn sun inched closer to the sun, you were still there, bare in bed, breasts pressed up to his chest as you tried to sleep after a night full of lovemaking.
- He’d never be too hard. He’d be gentle, almost to the point of too gentle, purely out of fear of hurting you. You’d assured him over and over that he wouldn’t, but that poor man’s heart just wouldn’t let up.
- Sometimes, just for fun, you’d borrow his ceremonial robes, the deep red ones with the gold etching and wrap it around your bare body. Once you did that, there was no chance you weren’t getting bedded that night.
- No one had really expected the eldest Feanorian to ever marry
- Not only did he have crushing responsibilities, but few thought he would ever truly open up his heart to someone else
- But when he did, the elven lands were in uproar with excitement. This was a speck of good news - of celebration, during darker times
- The wedding ceremony was lavish, with all the elven leaders present. After all, a queen was being crowned
- A few mortal kings and warriors were in attendance as well. The crowning of an elven queen could happen only every few thousand years. Their stories of what they saw would be passed down in their kingdoms for generations
- Your flowing robes were embedded with thousands of tiny crystals, glowing and sparkling in the sun. When you moved, it looked like pure sunlight had surrounded you and was following you
- You were crowned with a circlet of rubies, crafted by Curufin, and said by storytellers of old to have contained fire for that was how bright they shone
- But your appreciation for these material things paled in comparison to the real reason you were there. Love.
- Because finally, after countless years, you were marrying the one man you truly loved, and that man could hardly believe that you were willing to open up your heart to him
- Being the Queen of Himring wasn’t without its troubles. When Morgoth burst forth in Nirnaeth Arnoediad, and the kingdom’s king was leading the soldiers onto the battlefield, you, the queen, played your part, helping Himring stay strong, extending a hand of sanctuary to those who needed it. The people looked to you for guidance, and you gave your heart, your body, your soul.
- And when your fortress was forsaken after the crushing, bloody battles, the you led your people to safety, remaining steadfast at Maedhros’s side, the ruby crown visible to all who followed.
- Your husband couldn’t deny his crippling guilt. He had made you, the love of his life, a queen without a kingdom. Many a night, the two of you whispered to each other in the dark, made love by candlelight, dressed each other’s wounds, and only thought of each other as the storms raged outside.
- And when he died, killed by the roaring flames and the jump of his own doing, you followed in your own way. You led your people to their final sanctuary, the place where they’d finally be safe, and you declared your mission complete.
- All that marked the place where a great queen of beauty, strength, and terrible loss was a thin layer of silvery leaves and a twisted piece of metal that once would have been a ruby crown.
Well guys! I was dreaming about such a commission for a long time! Because my small-big dream is to create the portrait gallery of feanorians but as usually - I have no time And… it has happened! Thank you, Molly, for such a wonderful possibility
Maedhros is the tallest by a good margin. He never gets involved in any of the height fights, buthe’s secretly very glad of the ability to completely insult Curufin by pretending not to know how to talk to short people
Speaking of which, Curufin’s the shortest by a good margin. He’s, like, a mm less than Feanor, too, but he never agrees to this indisputable fact, not even when his dad got involved with a tape measure
Maglor’s not VERY Tall, but he carries himself with the poise of a performer so everyone thinks he’s taller than he actually is
Caranthir’s actually the second-tallest brother, except it doesn’t seem like it because Maglor walks Like That and Celegorm is alsoLike That
Everyone keeps forgetting it except for Caranthir, who hooks his chin over Maglor’s head when he wants to irritate him
Celegorm’sbroadbut not tall
Still taller than Curufin, though. And Celegorm does the same thing to Curufin as Caranthir does to Maglor, only Curufin got so pissed off once he rammed his head up and knocked out three of Celegorm’s teeth.
The Ambarussa are almost equal to Celegorm’s height, but maybe like a hair thinner?
Literally a hair thinner. As in Celegorm puffs his hair up like birds do with feathers, and the twins don’t.
Nerdanel is actually only an inch or so taller than Caranthir, and is the perfect height for him to smother with a hug while in Aman. Yes, he’s the mother’s pet of the Feanorians
So the overall order from shortest to tallest is: Curufin -> Feanor -> Ambarussa -> Celegorm -> Maglor -> Caranthir -> Nerdanel -> Maedhros
