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the fairest stars by TheChasm
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
18 Feb 2026
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Angrist is a little stronger, and Beren and Lúthien steal two Silmarils from Angband. This changes some things.
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the ashes that remain by TheChasm
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
17 Jun 2025
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He is not really afraid, in truth. Perhaps that is selfish in itself – perhaps he yet trusts too deeply in Maedhros’ forgiveness, leans too much on the debt he will always insist Maedhros does not owe him. Often he has wished aloud Thangorodrim did not change them both in the way it did; but he has found it convenient, too, to remember how it has yoked them together. And anger has opened up greater rifts between them, in the past: froze Fingon solid for thirty endless years, only for his grudge to melt in an instant when he learned the truth of what happened at Losgar. It will happen again, he thinks: Maedhros will find him at last and tip back his head in surrender to expose his slender white throat, and rasp out an explanation for Uldor’s treachery while Fingon presses his lips to the point where his pulse hammers hot beneath his skin. And it will not be long after that before he surrenders up his anger, too. He has never been very good at being angry with Maedhros, however hard he tries.
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Fingon survives the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, and waits for news of Maedhros.
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nothing beside remains by TheChasm
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
21 Sep 2024
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Too often these days, in Elros’ view, does Elrond’s talk turn towards the power of memory. It makes him uneasy: he does not like to feel the edges of a rift between them, to understand so little the drift of his brother’s thought. Perhaps it is the knowledge of burned Sirion, and all that was lost with it, that haunts Elrond now – or perhaps the long shadow of Amon Ereb, that mausoleum in which they came of age, where the sons of Fëanor mourned the lost days of their glory, and Maglor’s every lullaby was half a dirge.
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Elros and Elrond take a trip to Doriath.
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a glory imperishable by TheChasm for welcoming_disaster
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
06 Sep 2024
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“Would it irk you less,” Maedhros asks, his eyes glinting with infuriating amusement, “if it did not rhyme?”
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Fingon, and the songs they write about him.
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swan song by TheChasm for bowl_of_borscht
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
06 Sep 2024
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Elwing was her name — an odd name, to go with certainly the oddest person we had ever met. The tower she dwelt in was tall and white, and lay some miles to the north of our village: barely more than an hour’s walk, for two bored children in search of adventure, and yet certainly more isolated than anyone else we knew. We liked to stand one at each end of the narrow, winding staircase, and listen to the echoes of our voices ringing against the stone. At the top of the tower the stairs opened up into a little turret room, bare and simple, with a neatly made bed tucked against one wall and a small clay oven beside the other. That was, at first, the main draw: for Elwing was a prodigious baker, and generous with the fruits of her labour. When first she sighted us playing on the cliffside she gave us warm sweet pastries flecked with nuts, and many times after a loaf or two of fresh bread — to carry home to our mother, she said, although more often than not it had disappeared by the time we arrived.
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In the Second Age, Elwing tells two Telerin children a fairytale.
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kept you like an oath by TheChasm for welcoming_disaster
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
17 Jun 2024
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Fingon grins at him. The light reflects off the water and off the gold braided into his dark hair and the sun-shaped circlet at his brow and the deep warm amber of his eyes, as though Fingon is in danger, any moment now, of being transmuted into a beam of sunlight himself. Would Maedhros release him, were it to happen? Would he be selfless enough to say, Go dance amongst the clouds with your fellows, and leave me behind on the ground, and only swear to think of me every now and then?
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Maedhros, Fingon, and a conversation about the future.
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Notes on the Care of the Tormented, ed. Elrond Half-elven by TheChasm
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
17 Apr 2024
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The library at Amon Ereb was nothing to marvel at, but it was there, in the uneasy days of my youth, that I first came across these notes. They had been written by Maglor son of Fëanor at varying points over the course of the First Age, and were altogether a rather disorganised collection; but I found myself drawn to them the very first time I read them, for the care that had been taken in their composition, and in their preservation through defeat after defeat and flight after flight. Maglor was no healer, certainly not by the time I knew him: his hands had been bloodied too many times for that gift to have lingered, if ever he had it. But all the same, he paid great attention to the care of Maedhros his brother — there was no other Maedhros would permit to touch him, or speak to him when he had an episode.
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Over the course of the First Age, Maglor kept a series of notes on the care of his brother. Millennia later, Elrond transcribes them.
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the cleaving by TheChasm
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
23 Feb 2024
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What had Maglor read on Maedhros’ face, in the instants before he had jumped? With what final memory had Maedhros left his brother? He had not thought of such things, then, bent as he had been on his own destruction. He had imagined, perhaps, that the world would end when he did; but it had gone on growing and breathing and changing without him, as though all the blows he had dealt it amounted to no more than a freckle on its cheek.
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Newly re-embodied, Maedhros stumbles through the business of living, until the news arrives that Maglor has sailed West.
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crowns and other trinkets by TheChasm for EchoBleu
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
22 Feb 2024
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In the years of Maedhros’ captivity Maglor would indulge himself, sometimes, and open the chest, and admire the treasure within as though he were yet a fanciful child trying on his brother’s baubles; and he would tell himself that he would hear Maedhros’ laughing voice at the door any moment now, saying, Are you going through my things again, little magpie?
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Before the Mereth Aderthad, Maedhros and Maglor sort through some jewellery.
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to be so bound by TheChasm for searchingforserendipity
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
31 Dec 2023
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How galling he ought to find it, to be managed like some recalcitrant yearling horse: to be lulled into sleep, and coaxed to eat, and tricked into laughing in the warm breeze – but he could not bring himself to mind. Seeing Maglor was a balm; and having him to himself, with no duties nagging at his heels, more so.
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Maedhros and Maglor go hunting during the Long Peace.
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Belonging by TheChasm for disorganisedautodidact (millyfaraway)
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
13 Dec 2023
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Maedhros let Fingon kiss him into compliance, and yielded with a smile as Fingon’s warm fingers found their way under his tunic, to trace teasingly across his chest before coming to rest on his waist. He watched as Fingon wound his other hand again in Maedhros’ unbound hair, and admired the way it shone against his skin. In truth it would not be anything so terrible, to be claimed by Fingon, to say, My heart belongs to you, and you alone, and know that Fingon was his just as completely.
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Maedhros, Fingon, and a stolen moment at a party.
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hold his own by TheChasm for welcoming_disaster
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
25 Nov 2023
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It is not yet sunset, but the drapes are drawn over the small window, leaving the bare cold room in almost complete darkness. Maglor’s eyes, which grew accustomed to seeing solely by starlight in the long years before the Sun and Moon were made, make out his brother’s form anyway. Maedhros is sitting in the chair, fully dressed and armoured, his hand resting limp and empty in his lap, his expression utterly vacant.
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Maedhros is having a bad day. Maglor tries to help.
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pity for your hurts by TheChasm for Ruiniel
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
25 Nov 2023
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On the final evening before Gwindor and his company departed Nargothrond for the great battle in the north, he sought Finduilas out in her favourite garden, where she had brought her loom and was sitting in the twilight.
Very handsome he was, tall and proud and black-haired: a fine lord of the Noldor, and a courageous warrior, and a gentle, attentive lover. What maiden would not be proud to be on his arm?
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Finduilas and Gwindor's last meeting before the Nirnaeth.
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Ilimbë by TheChasm for Alquaniquisse
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
15 Sep 2023
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Fëanor said, “Why do you think the Elf who made Ilimbë loved her?”
Nerdanel did not castigate him for the absurdity of the question. “Because she was beautiful, I suppose,” she said; “and all the Eldar love beautiful things.”
“But better to make a beautiful thing than to be one,” said Fëanor; “you cannot convince me otherwise.”
“Nor do I wish to try!” said Nerdanel. “But why do you think Ilimbë loved her maker, then?”
Fëanor had never thought of that question before. “Because,” he said, more hesitantly than was his wont, “well — how could she not? She was made for loving him.”
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Fëanor, newly apprenticed in Mahtan’s halls, does not care that Nerdanel does not like him. Her statues are nice enough, but he has far more important things to concern himself with than her approval. And he doesn't think she’s pretty.
A story about art, mythology, and learning what exactly you were made for.
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Inflection by TheChasm for ArlenianChronicles
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
08 Sep 2023
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Slain you may be, and slain you shall be, they had been told — and slain they had been, all except Maedhros, who wondered sometimes if he would yet live to see the breaking of the world. Perhaps this was it. But it would be a slow death for Maglor, and an ugly one. He must have dealt many such deaths himself: the bodies had still been warm when they had left Sirion. Not all had been bodies, either. The justice of the Valar was very fitting, and very harsh.
Some hours later — Maedhros was never good at keeping track of time, after long decades on Thangorodrim — there was a sound at the door. It was the children again, Elwing’s small sons.
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Maglor, injured in a skirmish, is lying close to death. Maedhros is preparing to lose him. If only their little hostages would stop haunting his footsteps.
Meanwhile, Elros and Elrond, still unused to life at Amon Ereb, try to come to terms with what Maglor means to them — and with the fact that Elrond might be able to heal him, if he tries.
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the glassmaker by TheChasm for swanmaiden
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
21 Aug 2023
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It was mid-morning when the ferry docked at Sirion, and the little town was bustling with activity. A market-day was always an excuse for festivities, for reunions of long-divided friends, for an influx of travellers coming from Nimbrethil and Nan-tathren and even beyond the Amdram Wall – though as Morgoth’s endless encroachment continued, those had grown rarer – and even for illicit romantic assignations.
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Heledhel of Balar, formerly of Nargothrond, is going to the market in the Havens of Sirion to sell her wares, and only to sell her wares.
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The Stranger by TheChasm for searchingforserendipity
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
05 Aug 2023
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There were few memories Maedhros dared cling to, in Angband, scared that in turning them over too often he would rub away the details, or else that they would be snatched perforce from his mind; but he does remember the clear bright sound of Maglor’s laugh, which rang so often and easily through the streets of Tirion. He has not heard it once since his return.
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Two small moments between Maedhros and Maglor, after Thangorodrim.
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Sundering by TheChasm for sparkstrike_xiii
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
12 Jun 2023
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At last someone – he did not later recall who – informed him that Maglor would not be returning from Mandos. Maglor had never died; and, as far as anyone knew, he wandered Middle-earth yet, although the Grey Havens were long since abandoned and no ship had sailed the Straight Road for many Ages of the Sun.
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Returned to life, Maedhros tries to come to terms with Maglor's absence.
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keep it in remembrance by TheChasm for Ancalimë (Cymbidia)
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
16 May 2023
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"That is what it means, to make coimas: to make a gift of your own strength, your own vigour, even when you have little enough of it to spare."
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Nerdanel, and her sons, and baking.
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ever an anguish that pursued by TheChasm for bowl_of_borscht
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
17 Apr 2023
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He is always blazing, this brilliant brother of his, and surely – surely – nothing could ever snuff him out.
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Maglor tries to save Maedhros from the fire.