#maedhros headcanon
REQUEST HEADCANONS WITH ANY ELF/ANY IDEA
- This was not an easy decision for him to make. Every single day, every single hour, every single minute of your life could be plunged in danger if he took the privilege of taking your hand in marriage. You insisted you were alright with it, but Maedhros was understandable cautious. Anything that could harm the rare woman who had won his heart, was not to be underestimated.
- He began thinking of marriage several years before he actually proposed. These were dangerous times, and he would only blame himself if any harms was to come to you as a result of being his wife.
- Maedhros finally made the decision to wed you after a lengthy self struggle. He called on his brother, Curufin, to craft you a ring, which he duly did. Made of thin strands of pure mithril tied in an elaborate band, he had tiny crystals almost too small to see set around the edges, making the entire work glow in any light.
- The two of you went riding at midnight, alone without guards, just free together until Maedhros pulled you onto the edge of a ravine, where the two of you were silhouetted by nothing but the stars.
- He nearly didn’t do it. This was the rest of his life on the line, whether he’d spent the last remnants of his ill fated destiny alone, or with the love of his life at his side. Finally, the desire for the latter to come through was just too strong.
- Maedhros knelt before you, taking your hands in his, a startlingly vulnerable position. He never did anything like this, preferring to stand regal and stoic and impervious to all. Yet here he was, baring everything before you, something small and silver laying in his palm.
- You didn’t know what shined brighter. The stars, the ring, or your smile.
- Of course you accepted. This was your new life, his new life. That beautiful ring made its way onto your finger, and you made your own way into your husband to be’s arms. Maedhros held you tight that night, and the two of you spent hours talking under the starlight, reminiscing about the future and all it could bring.
- In a time of such war and darkness, news of something like a royal wedding was a cause for joyous celebration. It wasn’t just the entirety of the March of Maedhros that threw their arms up in happiness at the news. The fellow kingdoms of the Feanorians buzzed with excitement, and the kingdoms of the sons of Fingolfin and Finarfin bade warm wishes.
- Wedding gifts began to pile up almost immediately. There was a set of magnificent sapphires from Fingon, a mantle of rubies from Caranthir, and for some reason, a wolf pup from Celegorm, who couldn’t understand why you wouldn’t want an eight foot tall hound at your side.
- The entire kingdom was up in arms, preparing for the big day, and Maedhros was willing to give you nothing less than perfection. It wasn’t every day that a prince of the Noldor, and one of the most infamous of all the elves was wed. It came but once every thousands of years.
- But in your heart, you could hardly care less.
- You didn’t see the ring, you saw his face. And that face, that blood red hair and the weary but valiant grey eyes were all that mattered as you sunk into his embrace as a new bride to be.
@bookworm199.Sorry about the wait! I’ve been having a major case of writer’s block and schoolwork these days.
- 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.
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.
