Ah, the gentle art of Fëanorian diplomacy.
Tolkien: any way you slice it.

lilith-in-angband replied to your post “A fic for xredriverx who was so persuasive in asking that I simply…”

aaaaww <3

erunyauve replied to your post “A fic for xredriverx who was so persuasive in asking that I simply…”

This is just too sweet - I love kids with their ‘woobies’ (whatever they might be). And I can see Elrond having the horse that looks after people.

Aww thanks guys. Glad you liked it. Hastily shoves own stuffed toy horses out of my life and pretends that I don’t write every character as splices of my own personality :3

markedasinfernal:

A fic for xredriverx who was so persuasive in asking that I simply could not say no. So here’s a very, very young Elrond and Elros with their guardians, and I hope that you like it! x

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“You did not do it then.” Maglor’s voice was low, and gravely he looked upon his brother, who drew himself up against the pillows, folding his knees loosely up to his chest beneath the thick bedcovers. “You will not do it now.”

“Káno,” Maedhros whispered, and the quiver in his voice was unmistakeable. “You don’t understand. It… it doesn’t go away.” 

“Nelyo…” 

“These… these things, they… everything that we’ve done, everything that I have done, they don’t fade away…” Sorrowfully Maedhros inclined his head, and even the twilight of his bedroom could not mask the pain that bleached through his eyes. “They’re in my head, still, they’re there every time I close my eyes…”

Maedhros’ voice trailed off, and slowly then Maglor leaned forward to embrace him. Atop the covers Maglor sat, still dressed in his daywear despite the late hour, and he reached his arm around the forlorn slump of Maedhros’ shoulders and squeezed him as tightly as he dared. 

“I know,” Maglor murmured, and beneath his arm he could feel the tremors running through his brother’s shoulders. “I know.” 

“I just want them to leave me alone…” 

At that Maglor winced, despairingly he looked to the shadows that shrouded Maedhros’ bedchamber, yet through centuries of numbing practise his voice remained resolute even as he said: “You have to be strong, Nelyo. For all these years you have been so brave, and now – “ 

A quiet knock sounded upon the door, and Maglor’s speech halted in surprise. Maedhros raised his head curiously, and for a moment both brothers stared in anticipant silence at the closed door. A moment later the knock came again, a fraction louder this time, followed by a shy little call. 

“Uncle Maedhros?”

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A fic for xredriverx who was so persuasive in asking that I simply could not say no. So here’s a very, very young Elrond and Elros with their guardians, and I hope that you like it! x

                                                       x  x

“You did not do it then.” Maglor’s voice was low, and gravely he looked upon his brother, who drew himself up against the pillows, folding his knees loosely up to his chest beneath the thick bedcovers. “You will not do it now.”

“Káno,” Maedhros whispered, and the quiver in his voice was unmistakeable. “You don’t understand. It… it doesn’t go away.” 

“Nelyo…” 

“These… these things, they… everything that we’ve done, everything that I have done, they don’t fade away…” Sorrowfully Maedhros inclined his head, and even the twilight of his bedroom could not mask the pain that bleached through his eyes. “They’re in my head, still, they’re there every time I close my eyes…”

Maedhros’ voice trailed off, and slowly then Maglor leaned forward to embrace him. Atop the covers Maglor sat, still dressed in his daywear despite the late hour, and he reached his arm around the forlorn slump of Maedhros’ shoulders and squeezed him as tightly as he dared. 

“I know,” Maglor murmured, and beneath his arm he could feel the tremors running through his brother’s shoulders. “I know.” 

“I just want them to leave me alone…” 

At that Maglor winced, despairingly he looked to the shadows that shrouded Maedhros’ bedchamber, yet through centuries of numbing practise his voice remained resolute even as he said: “You have to be strong, Nelyo. For all these years you have been so brave, and now – “ 

A quiet knock sounded upon the door, and Maglor’s speech halted in surprise. Maedhros raised his head curiously, and for a moment both brothers stared in anticipant silence at the closed door. A moment later the knock came again, a fraction louder this time, followed by a shy little call. 

“Uncle Maedhros?”

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One day our paths will lead us there, and the tower guards shall take up the call: ‘The Lords of Gondor have returned!’

kxgehina:

*finds creepiest character in series* my child

Kingdom Come
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luaen:

I’m sorry I drew Ecthelion so pretty but really, what am I meant to do with ‘the fairest of the Noldor’?

luaen:

I’m sorry I drew Ecthelion so pretty but really, what am I meant to do with ‘the fairest of the Noldor’?

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