AU Feanorian HC’s:

 -Maedhros is a baker. He dropped out of college to help support his family. When they were all younger, they didn’t have much, so he was forced to give up his dreams in order to support the family. Now there’s hardly any money for him to pay for his own schooling, so he stays happy with his bakery. 

-Maglor is a music teacher at an orphanage. Everyone says he’s like the nun from “The Sound of Music”, and Caranthir and Curvo put money on when he’ll become a priest.  One day he comes home with Elrond and Elros.

-Celegorm is a hunter and backpacker, and is usually gone for days. He was a secretary for a prestigious company, but ended up having an affair with the boss (cough…Orome) and lost his job. But they got together afterwards, and Orome often ventures with him into the woods.

-Caranthir works with the city, and is a huge political figure there. He works to rescue low income areas under his jurisdiction, and spreads his influence all over the city.  

-Curufin is a prodigy in all things that matter, and is graduating college at 20 years old with a job opening already available to him in America. He spends most time studying or playing with Celebrimbor.

-Celebrimbor is a drunken mistake, but everybody loves him. He’s very close this his father and his uncles.

-The twins are the youngest, and are still in HS (don’t have much for them).

-Nerdanel and Feanor are both artists in their respective concentrations, and they have made a successful business out of what they do. Though occasionally, the pack up the car and hit the beach for days, leaving Maedhros and Maglor in charge of most of the young children.

-Elrond and Elros are honorary Feanorians, though they mostly stay close to Celebrimbor or Maglor and Maedhros.

I like the idea that Elros is reborn as an elf to his biological parents.  

However, he is not happy with them, nor is he happy in Valinor at all. At an early age, the creator gave him his memories back, so he remembers all.

He remembers the feeling of abandonment, but at the same time, the love he received from his foster “real” parents. And he wants nothing more than to find them.

Growing up he is a bad elfling. When he is the elf equivalent to a teen, he is already out of the house, searching the lands of Valinor for Maglor and Maedhros. He figures out that his red-headed father has been reborn in Valinor, yet abides in private in the House of Fingon, and rarely does the Lord of the House allow visitors.  

Elros sneaks anyway, and will spend long hours with Maedhros, discussing anything. Even if it must be in secret, he has craved the parental love he yearned for so much and is happy. Maedhros eventually tells him of Maglor’s fate, and almost instantly, Elros plans to look for him (against the advisement of Maedhros).

Days later, he sets a course to Middle Earth and begins his year long journey of searching for Maglor. Some days he is close, some days he loses all hope. At the end of a decade, he is fruitless and defeated, however as he sails along the shore he hears eerie singing. It takes barely a second for him to recognize the tune and the elf, and the moment Elros spots Maglor, he jumps off of the boat and runs towards him.

Maglor doesn’t recognize this tall, blond bearded elf and does nothing but tense when he picks him up and spinds him around. Elros is so shocked by how thin and light Maglor is, so he makes sure not to squeeze him too tightly. The two discuss, and Elros finally reveals who he is, Maglor couldn’t be happier.

They abide in an enchanted realm created by Elros, so that only they (and some servants) can enter. Elros has no intention of returning to Valinor. He is happy with Maglor by his side, in the forests of Middle Earth, away from the land and people who brought him so much pain. He is with the one who raised him, the one who made him happy, and the one he loves. Elros could not have been more pleased with his life.

“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.

Prints here! http://www.etsy.com/listing/261422186/as-little-might-be-thought-facsimile

anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your art a lot, I had a really bad week and was wondering if you could draw the kidnap dads/Elrond's family? If not that's totally cool and I hope you have a nice day!

I’m sorry it took so long to get around to this (I had the sketch done ages ago but only now got around to color) I hope you’ve had better days since, nonnie

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Be he foe or friend, be he foul or clean, brood of Morgoth or bright Vala, Elda or Maia or Aftercomer, Man yet unborn upon Middle-earth…

Neither law, nor love, nor league of swords, dread nor danger, not Doom itself, shall defend him from Fëanor, and Fëanor’s kin, whoso hideth or hoardeth, or in hand taketh, finding keepeth or afar casteth, a Silmaril.

This swear we all: death we will deal him ere Day’s ending, woe unto world’s end! Our word hear thou, Eru Allfather! To the everlasting Darkness doom us if our deed faileth.

On the holy mountain hear in witness and our vow remember, Manwë and Varda!