I’ve been thinking of the Feanorian’s height from tallest to shortest for some reason, and I feel inclined to share it with you all: 


I think Curufin is pretty short because he’s about Feanor’s height, and I think Feanor is short. Ambarussa and Celegorm are almost as tall as Maedhros, just not as tall. But the twins are often mistaken for Maedhros. Caranthir is average height for an elf.

Maglor is always bent over his harp, so he has a bit of a hunch No one know how tall he really is.

Feanorian kids: Celebrimbor is actually pretty tall though. He out grows his father and grandfather and can look Celegorm in the face.

Elrond and Elros are tall too, taller than Maglor and about as tall as the Ambarussa. It’s thanks to Turgon’s blood (they may even be up there with Maedhros. But he tends to hunch too as he gets older, so no one knows).

What are your thoughts? 

“For Maglor took pity upon Elros and Elrond, and he cherished them, and love grew after between them, as little might be thought; but Maglor’s heart was sick and weary with the burden of the dreadful oath.”(The Silmarillion, “Of Eärendil and the War of Wrath”)

Watercolour and gouache on Canson Montval cold-pressed paper, A3 size.

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 Elros / Maglor - ヤバイ……😳


话说一直觉得某年长精出于某些顾虑比较放不开,虽然两边都不想让哥哥知道,但他一定是更纠结的那个( -’`-; ) 



And Elrond Half-Elven looked into the eyes of his daughter Arwen and said, ‘NO WAY, you CANNOT marry that human. Humans are gross.’

And to that Arwen replied, ‘But father, did not your brother Elros choose to live as a human and founded Númenor, the great nation of men from which Aragorn is descended?’

Elrond then said, ‘Shut up.’

—  J.R.R. Tolkien, somewhere in The Lord of the Rings, probably. 

anonymous asked:

"then what happened?"

It was in stories that Elros noticed it first, as he would later recall. Elves, in those early years of slow flight before the Drowning, were cheerfully obstinate about making their already-existing tales ever deeper and denser and longer and more textured without ever reaching an ending, some pattern of the story’s course that wound down and curled together so that nothing more was needed when silence fell. Where teller and listener could let out their remaining breath, nod, get up from the fire and turn to something else. The elves’ passions lay in that which had been said already, spinning their characters a dizzying abundance of escapades in a thousand loops and fronds and fractals from a dozen points of view and a generous helping of subplots, so that all the trials and tribulations of a single night could fill a year of storytelling. One story spilled into another, or, if it caught up to the sheer edge of the present, faltered into a question.

The one time Elros had interrupted such a tale, of fourteen different characters’ intersecting adventures in Dor-Lomin, with an eager but then what happened? his fellow listeners had frowned at him as if he had ruined the punchline.

Elrond did not frown with them, but neither had he become restless as Elros had, at how the story reached backwards and sideways with nimble fingertips, and down into subtle depths and up into intricate heights, yet never came to a rest. Think how much must have happened in all those years! Is not everything that comes before the end the important part? his twin in face and form had said, and it was not wrong, exactly, but -

But a story, Elros thought, ought to have an ending that let one walk away satisfied, so that it did not grow stale in the lingering. Something formulaic at least, known to all who heard it. He remembered, in memories blown in from his far-drifted childhood, that a standard ending in Mannish stories was and he lived happily ever after until the end of his days.

anonymous asked:

Yes yES! Bloodthirsty feanorian twins are wonderful. I can't imagine the chaos of having two sets of twins around. Two more people Elros has to figure out how to poison

“Come hunting with us, little chicks!” It was Amras that spoke - telling twins apart was no hardship for Elrond or Elros. 

“We have so much to show you,” said his brother. They wore their hunting greens and bright, sharp smiles. “All the deep, secret places of the woods.”

“The cool, clear streams where fat trout swim and the deer go to drink.”

“Where hunters go to lie in wait.”

“Trees so vast that you can walk beneath them for hours and never see the sun.”

“Glades where the moss is deep as a feather bed, a sweet cushion for weary little bones.”

“Where the nightingales sing all day and night. They are so small, there is much sport to be had in hunting them.”

“We will show you how!”

“Come with us, come, come!” 

“Why do you tremble, Eluréd? What are you so afraid of?”

Not the woods. Not, now, Maglor with his sweet voice and conniving ways, who would have them forget the face of their mother if he could. Not ruthless Maedhros who, if he convinced himself he had to, would kill them without pause. There were monsters worse than they. 

“We have a music lesson,” Elrond lied. 

Elros took his hand and squeezed it hard. “Maglor would be so disappointed if we missed it.”

“He’s expecting us very soon.”

“We’re sorry,” they said as one. 

“Ah well,” said Amras. 

“There’ll be another time.” Amrod’s expression had not changed at all. He still smiled much too wide. Or, rather, displayed his teeth.

“There always is.”

moriquendii  asked:

Maglor still has his Silmaril. All the stories saying he threw it into the ocean are just that: stories. Stories that originate with the minstrel himself. He disappears for a while, mourns Maedhros, and then steels himself and goes out to prove the Valar wrong, because he is nothing if not vindictive. For a while he lives in Numenor, with Elros. 1/2

Celebrimbor comes to Numenor at Elros’ request and creates a case for the silmaril so Maglor can hold it, and so it’s light can be dimmed or shut out completely. After Elros dies, Maglor leaves and wanders Middle Earth. When Elrond builds Rivendell, he turns up one day with presents and songs and acts like he never left. Sometimes he only stays for a couple of days before disappearing again, sometimes he stays for a century. He uses the silmaril for mundane, everyday uses, as a torch or a lamp

I really like this! A lot! I totally think that Maglor deserves to keep the Silmaril, or at least should. He dedicated the better part of his life to trying to regaining it. I think the Valar expect him to become some evil overlord with it in his possession. But he doesn’t do anything really, he just keeps it for himself. He’ll do good in its name, that or nothing.

I think at first Elros would be quite upset that Maglor has the Silmaril. IT reminds him of his biological mother and father taking the jewel and never returning, but, at least Maglor did, and he comes to help Elros with diplomacy and kingship (which Elros is forever grateful for) . Eventually his anger dissolves, and he too becomes slightly interested in the Silmaril.

He just wishes Maglor didn’t leave it rolling all over the place (it almost fell in the sea twice).

So he request that Celebrimbor come to Numenor. Celebrimbor doesn’t know what to expect when he arrives in Numenor, but it is certainly not Maglor. He nearly tosses the Silmaril himself, and when that doesn’t work resorts to yelling at Maglor, but comes back five minutes later to apologize.

So he creates a tiny box for it. Small enough so that Maglor can hook it on his belt or on the harness of a horse, or anything. Elros puts the seal of Numenor on it, so Maglor can belong somewhere (I imagine he sings the greatest lament for Elros).

By the time he arrives in Rivendel, Elrond wonders if his mind has waned since they last saw each other. When he starts talking about how he has the Silmaril still, how he met Elros, and Celebrimbor and a whole lot of crazy things, Elrond tries to direct him to the healing wing.

Then he sees the case, the seal of Numenor, and unclicks it open. And he believes Maglor.

But none of it account for the thinness, malnourishment and hunger.

So he treats him while Maglor tells him about his entire life.

Elrond doesn’t know how to react to Maglor’s seemingly indifference for the Silmaril. Elrond has found it on the floor, tied to a horse, on the wall, or in the kitchen.

He lends it to people as well—to the maids, to the school teachers, to everyone. Elrond is slightly touched. Though like Elros he is angry at first, it only reminds him of his biological parents who abandoned him.

But Maglor came back, and he shares the light with everyone.

(I can see it being used by everyone in Rivendell. Glorfindel puts it on his horse while he hunts orcs. Elladan wears it into battle to terrify legions of Sauron’s servants. Erestor uses it so he can read books in the library at night, and Lindir uses it to look for herbs and plants outside).

It even helped Maglor find a child who fell in the river during night.

I love to think that Elrond and Elros learned the importance of family values from the Feanorians. After their abandonment and being neglected for a jewel, I don’t think the twins had a clear image of family, or the importance of it; their conceptions of family values were flawed.

But I think the brothers fixed that. Because no matter what qualms the brothers had with one another, no matter their urge to go look for the silmaril, not only did they stay together, but they also willed themselves to care for the twins. Even if Maglor and Maedhros had gone through hell and back tearing apart their family, they were in little ways trying to fix and repair it by caring for the twins. And in that way, they healed one another.

The brothers taught Elrond and Elros that no matter what, family should come before all material things. Families break, and they have their hardships, but at the end of the day, family should be revered above all. And as the twins grow older, they hold tightly to their families. Never forgetting a day when the Feanorians struggled to go on, but no matter what they stuck together and provided for the twins. Elrond more specifically carries their words to heart, and sees everyone he holds dear as his family.

Yet, this makes it difficult for Elrond to, in the end, let his loved ones go.

When Elrond was younger, he almost drowned trying to get to his parents who resided in the sky.

It wasn’t to return to them or anything like that, he had already found his own ways to deal with the fact that they weren’t coming back for him. Rather, it was to retrieve the Silmaril in order to help Maglor and Maedhros fulfil the Oath.  

Though the brothers tried to hide the toll of their Oath the best they could, early on, Elrond and Elros could already tell that the stress of it was getting to them, deteriorating their health and driving them insane.

So one day, Elrond pulls Elros aside and concocts a plan.

“If mother could turn into a seagull, than perhaps I can too, and I’ll fly to the sky and retrieve the Silmaril, then bring it back! I’m not sure how long it will take, but you’ll know when I return. When I do, I’ll give it to them, and everything will be okay!”

Logically, it makes sense to both twins.

So early in the morning, Elrond and Elros leave the fortress and walk to a cliff. It’s not too tall, but not small at all, certainly huge for a small elfling. The tides below are worse in the morning, and beating themselves against the rock.

“If you’re scared Elrond, Its okay. They won’t be mad at us if you don’t go.”

Though Elrond shakes his head and removes his shoes, “I’m not scared, I can do it,” he says happily, and repeats, “And when I get back, things will be better!”  

So Elrond jumps. And Elros waits for him to turn into a bird, waits for Ulmo to save him, and waits to see a white gull energy into the sky. It doesn’t happen.

He waits for a bit longer, getting nervous and scared. And when nothing happens, he runs back to the fortress, runs as fast as he can, slamming into Maedhros who’s walking down the hallway. He’s mixing common tongue, quenya and sindarian up together in the midst of sobs, grabbing at Maedhros’s stump and dragging him to the shore.

By the time they get there, Maedhros’s men have already dragged an unconscious Elrond out of the sea.

After bringing him to a healing chamber and ensuring his safety, he makes Elros tell him what the hell happened. When he finds out why he did what he did, Maedhros can’t be as angry as he wants to be at him, not at all. He’s just devastated.

Maglor runs into the healing wing, hair a mess and robe loosely tied around him. He demands to know the story as well, and of course, he’s not as calm and collected as his brother. His fear of what could have happened to Elrond fuels his anger, and he actually terrifies Elros.

After calming him down, Maedhros explains what happens, and Maglor almost feels like crying (later on he asks Maedhros whether or not their presence has cursed Elrond and Elros, for certainly it makes no sense that Ulmo would not spare them). Then, after speaking to Elros, Maedhros and Maglor try their best to explain why their idea didn’t work and how the Oath is theirs, not Elrond or Elros’s, and they should never, ever feel obligated to fulfill it.

Later Elrond wakes, sick and nauseous from the cold and a head injury. Though he’s conscience enough to hand the Feanorians a shiny rock he found before he hit the stones.

“It’s not a Silmaril but I hope you like it.”

Maglor has to leave the room, and Maedhros actually gets choked up.

Of course Elrond gets the same rundown as Elros did later on.  

(later on they break the rock in two, and both Maglor and Maedhros wear it as a necklace)