When I hear this song I think that this is the song Fingon would sing In sadness after first Hearing of the capture of Maedhros and before he decided to go rescue him. BIG TIME RUSSINGON FEELS HERE
(featuring my OC for his hubby, Ringwë “Ringo”Ilyannon)
Despite being the shorter of the two, Mags is the big spoon (he also tops most of the time)
Ringo is a NEAT FREAK and his eye twitches when one thing is out of place while Mags is literally a hot mess “it’s organized chaos, Ringo!”
Ringo followed his husband to ME, not because he was swayed by Fëanor’s words but for two other reasons, first was loyalty to Mags and the second was because he was just getting mad bored in Valinor (where nothing ever happens unless Morgoth is around to stir shit up) and he needed material to write a play about that wasn’t The Merry Misadventures of Gods Part II (his very popular comedy series about the Valar). He wanted to be around when history was being made.
He and Maglor fought side by side on several occasions even though Maglor was a spell-singer and Ringo had to learn fighting skills on the go (“I never fought but I’ve air-fenced for roles before”)
Ringo was Mags’ biggest support when Mae was captured and he got into fights with his brothers about his “failure” to rescue him (“I’m writing a new play. It’s called ‘if you don’t leave my husband alone I’ll kick your fucking teeth in”)
Ringo is a total blanket hog which Mags doesn’t mind because it gives him excuses for cuddles “you’re gonna share this warmth one way or another”
When the Gap fell, Mags ordered Ringo to go with the retreating survivors and this stubborn bitch said “if we’re dying, we’re dying together whether you like it or not.”
Whenever they get bored of their wandering, they stay in Amon Ereb (which is a perfectly serviceable keep that Mags sings an enchantment around to make it look like ruins)
Mags calls Ringo “coivenya” (my life)
They argue in the dumbest ways, Mags will sing obnoxiously to annoy Ringo while Ringo recites increasingly insulting poetry.
They’ve definitely sucked each other off under the table when meetings got boring
Ringo was away when Maedhros killed himself so he came back to find his husband and law-brother gone and the fortress a mess, he at first thought that they’d been assailed by orcs. But then he heard Maglor’s singing and found him at the edge of the water.
Weirdest place they had sex? On Himring’s roof. Maedhros had them up there patrolling for orcs and whatnot but when a couple hours passed and all they saw was snow, they were like “Welp, bored now” and banged on one of the turrets (facing forward so they could still scout for enemies). When Mae heard about this, he tried to be the intimidating older brother but ended up laughing his ass off because him and Fingon did that same thing one time.
Whenever Ringo’s having a bad day, Mags would pick him up some of his favorite fruit (strawberries, but when they were Exiled and on the road it was hard to get them. He learned to freeze-dry them from Celegorm so they’d have a supply when they were on the go). When Mags is having a bad day, Ringo does hilariously bad but surprisingly accurate impressions of people Maglor dislikes and it has him cackling every single time.
Ringo may be a neat freak but that doesn’t extend to his hair. His hair is curly as fuck and most of the time it’s thrown up in a braid because he can’t be assed with it, so Mags usually takes care of it.
Feanor didn’t like Ringo at first because his family were Fingolfin’s supporters and said that no son of his would marry a potential “plant.” Ringo’s parents didn’t like Maglor cuz of his dramatic and admittedly arrogant musician personality, fearing he would be as flighty as his stage persona. So the two of them did what any reasonable elves would do, eloped. They did the equivalent of a drive-thru Vegas wedding with like three of Mags’ brothers there.
When he got back home, Mags didn’t even bother hiding it from Feanor. “Where did you get to, son?”
“Oh, I went out and got married” cuz at that point the marriage was already performed and Feanor couldn’t do shit about it. He eventually warmed up a tad when he saw how happy Maglor was (and how Ringo made the twins laugh)
Ringo was happy that Mags had such a large family since he was an only child himself and always wanted siblings.
Maglor just saying “fuck u dad, I’m getting married” inspired Mae to be public about his own relationship with Fingon.
“Oh brown haired man with a lightsome air So blithe and bright and fair Each tuesday when I trysted thee again All the week was worth to me And so young were we when first found love Found ourselves in the hazel grove Oh brown haired man with a witching smile Full of love and free from guile So soft beneath the lonely hawthorn tree Came thy whispered truth to me I’ll be with thee, my brown haired man In the sunshine or the shade I’ll bring times of bliss to thee So sweet thy kisses were to me And thy voice was melody”
Every day of my life is angst, today isn’t an exception
But seriously, this holiday is a good moment to remember that love isn’t always magical. It can be vital and hurtful, it can be empowering, sometimes overwhelming, but it always comes with a price. We should put our efforts to make it work, to shape it. And our love, as we are, is ever changing.
Russingon is so dear to me because it is about working towards love and excepting that some things will never be the same, learning to love those things and helping your partner to become whole again. And that’s magical.
So, happy Valentine’s Day everyone! Hope today you all find something or someone dear near you
Fire on fire, would normally kill us But this much desire, together, we’re winners They say that we’re out of control and some say we’re sinners But don’t let them ruin our beautiful rhythms
You are perfection, my only direction It’s fire on fire
arguably the best russingon take is that long before the Revolt of the Noldor and all that followed, long even before Fëanor drew a sword on Fingolfin in the king’s hall, Fingon, alone out of everyone, saw in Maedhros the sparking potential for the ruthless killer we know by the end of the First Age…and, “valiant” being a rough synonym for “adrenaline junkie”, was like, “I can’t believe I’m going to sleep with him.”(Turgon: “You don’t have to.” Fingon: “No, I’m gonna.”)
the second-best russingon take (still Tirion era) is that they were both perfectly aware that their close friendship was a key component of the decreasingly sticky glue holding together the Noldor royal house, so even if they’d only gotten along moderately well, they each would’ve sought the other out driven by sheer social/political calculation—and this shared determination to hold their extended family and their people together is exactly what made them so genuinely close.
