#maedhros and fingon
Send me headcanon requests. Legit anything. I am taking requests for:
- All Feanorians
- Fingon
- Turgon
- Finrod
- Angrod & Aegnor
- Elladan & Elrohir
- Glorfindel
- Ecthelion
I make long headcanons! I guarantee at least 10 mini paragraphs!
Some prompt ideas:
- Children
- Marriage or Proposal
- Protectiveness
- General Relationship
- Fluff
- NS*W
- Ruling together
- Dating
- Literally ANYTHING you can come up with. I just want to write.
- 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.
Reborn on wings
made of wind and gold
he was wrapped in silver
moonlit cloth,
carried in warm arms
hope was returned
and so was love
mortar rejoining
crumbling stone
but what did it cost?
I wanted to ask you why?
Why you stood vigil, day and night
pouring ambrosia into my lips
whispering the calmness of
lonely mountains in my ears
Was
is really worth it?that is, knowing the
shadows
under your eyes grew asthe
colour returned to mine.
What did you gain
by kissing every scar
till even I believed that there
could be no darkness
underneath, only
that they bled starlight
shining proud and bare
I never did ask you why.
I would like to say
that I knew the answers already
and in a way I did,
there was more love in you than
I dare deserve to claim
In truth, I did not want
it to end, this sweet parley
of building gardens and bridges
you sang to me, and
I learned to dance again
you taught me to fight
repaying the debt first made
under the twilight kingdom
we have forsaken
‘Can you not see’ I said to you
‘these hands have made me
kinslayer ’‘One hand did’ you agree
‘but it is gone and the other is yet clean’
you offered me redemption, salvation
and oath-bound I took it
not knowing what it meant
For what it is worth
I know your blood is ichor
and only honey could pour
from your lips
And though even you
could not help me forget
you did something more
you fashioned my nightmares
into a shining eyrie
gleaming proud
on a withering height
I did not deserve this
The forsaken stood
in yet
uncarven hallsstill cavernous, banners
flayed by the wind
he was king yet he knelt
no golden throne
or crown for him
only those in the shadows
of what was, and
when he was asked
what did hope cost?
he would smile
a small price he would say
a crown and a hand