Prompt: Can I request a melancholic Maedhros x femreader about a lost romance? Where Maedhros is reminiscing a romance from beleriand that was short lived or forbidden. Thank you!
Requested by: anonymous
A/n: Thank you for your request! I've tried my best to make it melancholic. I hope you like it! 🩷🥰
Warnings: melancholic, mentions of death/war, angst (sorta)
The night was cold and and the roads slippery from the pouring rain. A thick fog hung in the air and made it hard to see even one's own hands. Maedhros trudged forward along the narrow forest path. The hairs on his neck standing up every other second when the fog appeared to look a little too much like people he once knew. The forest was eerily quiet for this time of year; no owls hooting, no creatures rustling the leaves along their way home. Only the sound of his own breathing, that now too, almost sounded foreign to his own ears. His breathing resembled more that of an ailing old man on his deathbed than a young elven lord.
As Maedhros persisted along the road he heard numerous thunder strikes. Not just a small burst of rain, this would soon become a storm. He needed to find cover. Because his destination was still far from here.
Maedhros ran as best as he could until at some point he collided with something solid. He was greatly wearied and bleary eyed, looking around to try and find what he had walked in to. Only to realize it was a young mortal woman. A short one at that. Not to mention soaked to the bone. "She must've been out here for hours." He thought. Maedhros kneeled down, attempting to make his imposing figure less frightening. It didn't do much, as all the scars, the silver streaks in his hair and the white fire burning in his eyes made him far scarier than anything else. His voice came out raspy and almost hollow, from lack of use; "Do not be afraid mortal. I come in peace. Are you hurt?"
She looked up at him with wide, frightened eyes. Shaking your head no. But as soon as the next thunderclap sounded she froze up like a deer in headlights. Afraid of thunder. Maedhros had seen this exact expression many times before. When some of his siblings were still small elflings. He helped her stand up and put his cloak over the both of them. Shielding himself and her from the pouring rain, while searching for a hiding spot.
Soon they found a spot to hide; a small cave among some trees. There they sheltered for the remainder of the night. During the night they would converse and Maedhros found himself liking the the mortal whom he now knew was named 〔y/n〕. A kindred spirit he had found in her. Both had overcome a lot of things in a short period of time. As soon as daybreak arrived Maedhros and 〔y/n〕 continued on their way. Parting ways at a crossroad.
A few months went by, and Maedhros came by your home often. It was a small haven of peace and rest for him. He'd often find you sitting on the patio, busy with your own little hobbies and trinkets. He found it endearing. His favorite excuse to visit was the rain. "It rained, so I came by for shelter. I hope you do not mind." It had become a sure sign of his appearance for you. Every rainy day you'd await his appearance like a child waiting for a present to arrive.
One night Maedhros didn't come by. You waited all day, but he never came. And the next day and the day after. And so it continued for weeks. Weeks turned into months, and months turned in to years. With each year your heart grew heavier and wearier. You felt abandoned, to be honest. You never got to know what had happened. You felt like you'd lost a friend. Perhaps more than a friend. Now wishing you had spoken out earlier, about your feelings, hopes and dreams. For a future that now could never be. He was gone. Without a trace.
By the time you reached 80 years of age, someone came by your home. Clad in elvish armor and carrying a single letter. The elf spoke in what you by now knew was Sindarin. "The lord of Himring has perished. We were notified by remaining acquaintances of your existence. Farewell I bid you, and my condolences." The ellon was curt and spoke quietly. As if mentioning Maedhros' name was dangerous. As soon as you grasped the letter, the ellon turned on his heel and vanished back in to the forest. Leaving you alone and bereft. He died. Maedhros had died. He had kept the war with Morgoth a secret from you. The singular letter in your trembling hands was handwritten by him. With explanations for everything. The very last of the letter read; "〔Y/n〕, if you read this, know that I have perished. Either in battle or from the torment of my own mind. My brothers have all perished before me. Except Maglor. In whom I hope you might find some consolation. I distanced myself early. For your sake and mine. I loved you. Please forgive me, if I am deserving of your forgiveness. If you think me undeserving, I will accept it to be so. May Illuvatar protect you."
Your last years were spent in a blur of grief and foggy memories. The cause of your death being grief. It was too much for your old heart to withstand.
Many an age later in Valinor was reborn a certain copper haired elf. Maedhros had been allowed to be reborn. But something still troubled the noldorin prince. And many elves whispered and speculated. Whatever could have possibly made the noldorin prince choose to sit outside on the patio, in the pouring rain? Every time it rained, Maedhros would sit outside on the patio, getting soaked to the bone. Perhaps it was also a cover for his innumerable tears. Tears he'd shed for hours in the rain. Mourning a love he had both been robbed of by circumstance and his own stubbornness. The rain would forever remind him of you. And he wished each time in vain that it would rain forever. Because if he closed his eyes and sifted through his mind, the memories of you and him together in the rain would feel all the more real. As if he had never left your side.
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- Haleth is considered strange by many elves and men, she is probably the only woman who leads her house and her people forward despite the many plights and deaths that her people face. She is also a formidable woman who faces her enemies battle after battle and is not afraid to defend those she loves and who believe in her.
- Haleth is a woman of few words, don’t expect her to chat your ear of. She is very cunning, and she prefers to listen what other people are saying to make her judgement of them. Expect her to listen to you until you are tired talking, then she will offer her few words, but they will be warm with advice and comfort.
- That being said, you can always count on her having your back. We are talking about a woman who was not afraid to go against the wishes and orders of elvish lords. If someone is coming at you, she will stand beside you, stoically bearing all the insults the other person is throwing at you. But when they are done be ready, Haleth is going to rip them a new one on your behalf.
- She will take you on many trips around the lands you are residing in. Haleth is very in tune with nature and she wants to show you as much of its beauty as she can. Being with her means constantly being under threat and in disadvantageous position, but she doesn’t want you to despair, she wants you to see all the good things that are worth keep fighting for.
- Haleth knows that many people judge others on appearances, and while she is more affectionate and physical in private, she is not afraid to hold your hand or to give you a kiss in front of the eyes of others. Especially if this done in greeting or parting. It is important to her that you know that she is grateful for every moment with you and in her eyes it if foolish to not express one’s love just because others are watching.
- She is very supportive of you. Whatever you want to do she will respect and support you; she gets a personal pleasure out of seeing you grow on your own and live your life how you want. She knows you have goals, and if she sees your heart is there but you are losing the track Haleth will make sure to give you a push.
- Because of her nomadic style Haleth cannot afford to have luxury items and delicate clothes. But she loves to spend time with you painting your faces and bodies with handmade paint. Your face paints made quite a fashion statement among her people and started a new tradition. She loves to take brushes full of paint and to graze them along your naked skin, enhancing your beauty and venerating it. The paint will stay for longs weeks on your skin until it disappears, and then your personal ritual is repeated.
- You are her inspiration that drives her forward. After losing so much in her life, she found her solace in you, and for that you are deserving of the best. She feels guilty for not being able to provide the better life and you and others being always in constant danger. But it is that desire of her to give you everything that drives her to continue the journey to the west.
- She has a secret dream of finally finding a place to settle. There she pictures two of you in your small newly build house. The two of you helping her sister-in-law with her nephew Haldan, maybe having a little area for goats, hunting and foraging. Just being able to give you a safe life where you don’t have to sleep with a sword by your side.
- She loves to hold you close, she is afraid she will lose you, and sometimes in private she will clench to you in a hug. Haleth needs reassurance that you are still there and that you are alright. She loves and trusts her people, but she doesn’t want them to see that even she gets scared and hopeless sometimes. In those times she will hide her face in the crook of your neck, giving you kisses and thanking you for being her pillar.
- When her gloomy mood passes, she will be happier. Giving long kisses and looking deeply into your eyes as she kisses your hands are her silent ways to thank you for your love. She is so full of love for you in those moments she will feel like this is the only appropriate way to show it, as no words come to reflect the intense emotion she is feeling for you.
Would you be okay drawing a Curufin and a Celegorm? 🥺
A rather quick, sketchy doodle of Curufin & Celegorm during an afternoon in Himlad. Curufin is reading up on some linguistics, Celegorm is carving a squirrel.
BONUS:
Silly Cruffin & Celery.
Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you like it 🥰🩷
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I've been struggling with some art block lately and working on upcoming artworks (elven spring sleepover series) but I'd love some small art requests in-between to keep things fresh.
So I'd like to announce that Silmarillion art requests are now open! You can request anonymously or with your name in my ask box. 🌸🩷🥰
