hhimring: (Default)
Fill for the Tolkien Weekly prompt "net".

Fishers Fishing (100 words) by Himring
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Maedhros | Maitimo, Maglor | Makalaurë, Elrond Peredhel, Elros Tar-Minyatur
Additional Tags: Drabble
Series: Part 3 of Kingfishers

Maedhros and Maglor with the two boys on the bank of a stream.
Some time after events at the Havens of Sirion, but they don't know each other all that well yet.

hhimring: (Default)
Balcony Scene (200 words) by Himring
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Fingon | Findekáno/Maedhros | Maitimo
Characters: Maedhros | Maitimo, Fingon | Findekáno
Additional Tags: Valinor, Romance, Fluff, Romeo & Juliet - Freeform, Moon

In Valinor, after Maedhros and Fingon's re-embodiment.
A light and fluffy variation on the famous rescue, with a little bit of help from the Bard.

hhimring: (Default)
Another WIP that was a long time in the writing.
Because Angst with a capital A.
Also, I'm anxious about the raging Elwing debates--there's just been another round on Tumblr.
Anyway, it is here.

Fugue (2360 words) by Himring
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Major Character Death
Characters: Maedhros | Maitimo, Elwing (Tolkien), Maglor | Makalaurë, Elrond Peredhel
Additional Tags: Third Kinslaying, Suicide, Havens of Sirion, Mental Health Issues, Canon-Typical Violence
Series: Part 100 of Gloom, Doom and Maedhros

Maedhros faces Elwing at the Havens of Sirion.
Chiefly from Maedhros's point of view.

With a cameo of little Elrond taking charge.

Links above go to AO3.
Also posted to SWG.

hhimring: (Default)
Multi-tasking with prompts - I submitted this double drabble to Tolkien Weekly for "Terms of Address (My Lord; My Lady)" and to Legendarium Ladies April for "Intercultural Relations" and " "Skills".
It's actually another bit of the WIP "The Songs" of which I posted a part for B2MeM: (here on DW: https://hhimring.dreamwidth.org/79310.html)
So eventually, hopefully, I will incorporate it.
Celvandil, Maedhros's stable master is a recurring original character.

Title: Negotiating with the Healer
Characters: Maedhros, son of Feanor, Celvandil (OMC), Grey Elven healer (OFC)
Rating: PG
Warnings: hints of a darker background

Read more... )
hhimring: (Default)
I finally managed to make a start on "The Songs" for B2MeM, but only by dint on starting in the middle. 
It's a story I had planned for some time and two drabble sequences I've written about OCs are basically setting out background for it.
The difficulty has been that it has an extremely angsty start that I could not bring myself to tackle straight on.

I've also posted some rec lists for B2MeM that are basically link collections:Read more... )
Rating: Teens
Warnings: veiled references to torture
Characters: Maedhros, OMC (Celvandil)
Pairings: Maedhros/Fingon (background, hint only)
Creator’s Notes: This is a chapter from the middle, I'm afraid. The story has been in planning for quite a while and forms part of my Maedhros Saga, in which Celvandil, Maedhros's stablemaster is a recurring OC.
Summary: In the early days of the settlement of Eastern Beleriand, Himring is still in the process of being built, when disaster strikes, in the form of an escapee from Angband, who has not in truth escaped, leaving Maedhros and all his people deeply disturbed and a woman among them in urgent need of Sindarin healing arts. Maedhros, who owes the victim a great debt, insists on setting off himself to try and find a Sindarin healer. Celvandil, his stable-master, accompanies him on his search.

They rode south-west all day, towards the location where the scouts had reported meeting the Sindar a couple of weeks ago. It was very unlikely that the Sindar had not moved on since and they had not shared their plans with Maedhros's scouts. They could have moved in any direction.

So, as Maedhros and Celvandil rode, they were watching for any signs that might indicate a Sindarin presence--knowing full well that the people they were looking for had developed not letting themselves be seen to the point of a form of art. They were also watching out, as always, anywhere in this land, for signs of danger--forces of the Enemy or sources of danger hitherto unknown. Already, they had moved beyond the area in the immediate vicinity of Himring in which they were familiar with every feature, every patch of ground. This was country they had explored but were not yet at home in.

It was a tiring ride, with the need for haste constantly in their minds as much as the need to be alert, and the weather somewhat insidious, not nearly as bitterly cold as the Marches could easily become, but a damp seeping chill that made itself felt more and more as the evening drew on. By the time they stopped, after nightfall, there were patches of thin mist drifting in the hollows. It was a comfortless halt--a trickling stream large enough to water the horses, a couple of scraggy bushes.

Maedhros felt wretched, far more than he should have, after what was, after all, no more than some hours of riding without serious incident and a bit of damp that he might otherwise not even have taken notice of. He crouched on the ground, suddenly feeling acutely remnants of physical pain that for the most part he had learned to tune out just by ignoring them. Worse, he was feeling strongly, once again, the malignancy of Morgoth's will beating on his brain from the North.

As the fortress of Himring took shape in Maedhros's mind and its walls, slowly enough, rose in actuality, stone by stone, on the ground, he had found it a serviceable defence, a mental one, even before its physical walls were strong or complete enough to keep out a single orc. He could focus on Himring and wall Morgoth out. If he was not inside the future walls or even some way away from the hill where they would eventually be, that had made no difference, in the past months--the mere concept of Himring in Maedhros's mind, the hope he had invested in the fortress and the protection it could offer his people had been shield enough.

But now Morgoth had broken through that defence--so easily. He had not had to send an army, he had just sent Targlin. And the message had been very clear.

I can break you. All of you. And I will.

Maedhros had already failed to protect his people before, exposing them to all this, and he had failed to protect them once again. And now he had compounded his failures by insisting on going off on this wild-goose chase for an unknown Sindarin healer who would have little interest in letting herself be found and might be unable to help in any case--just because, apparently, Maedhros could not learn to live with his mistakes.

Now here he was, sitting out here in the wilderness, feeling sick and sorry for himself, without Maglor to lend his aid, prop him up and gloss over his deficiencies until Maedhros regained his grip, as Maglor had so reliably done in the past. It had seemed the better plan to send Maglor with Caranthir on his explorations eastward, into unknown territory--Caranthir to sense intentions and threats, Maglor to soothe the feelings of any sentient beings that Caranthir's approach and manner might ruffle. It still seemed the better plan if only Maedhros had been as strong as he should have been, as strong as he had thought he was, but now Maedhros missed Maglor's support painfully.

In Maglor's absence he turned his thoughts the other way and allowed himself to think of Fingon. If Fingon could see him now, what would he think of this pathetic show his cousin was making? He would not tolerate it for long. He would do, as he had done in Mithrim: with gentle persistence bully him until Maedhros got up and got on with things, for the sake of the Noldor.

For the Noldor...

Maedhros's eyes pricked with tears. This was not working. He had tried to visualize Fingon's dear determined face, imagine Fingon's strong grip on his shoulders--but instead of feeling encouraged, he was assailed by an aching sense of separation and loss. Focusing on anything inside his head was clearly the wrong thing to do, tonight, and so he made himself look around for Celvandil.

Celvandil was still wholly occupied in taking care of their horses--talking to them softly, praising them for their cooperation and endurance today, checking their hooves one by one to make sure they were taking no damage on this extended journey. That was fortunate, thought Maedhros, it meant that Celvandil probably had not noticed anything, just now, and also that Maedhros had not been lost in misery as long as it had seemed, to him.

He considered Celvandil, his bent back, Noldorin black hair tied back simply but efficiently, his hands sure and gentle as he checked the grey mare's hoof. Maedhros could never have spoken as frankly to Celvandil, he thought, as he could speak to Maglor or as he could have spoken to Fingon, if circumstances had permitted it. He could not have revealed the extent of his weakness to Celvandil or the extent of his lingering pain or confessed his fears and flaws. It was not that he felt any specific doubt or distrust. His whole instincts were against it. He could make exceptions for Maglor and Fingon, nobody else.

And Celvandil would not have wanted him to. He surely would have been horrified if his prince had begun to unburden himself to him. Maedhros needed to remain a leader in the eyes of his people. He need the mantle of authority. If at any time, the fault lines became too obvious, at least his people needed to be able to avert their eyes.

Maedhros could not speak frankly to Celvandil, no. But nevertheless, Maedhros thought, Celvandil had without complaint accompanied Maedhros on his wild-goose chase in the wilds of East Beleriand, just as, before that, he had followed him loyally on the way from Mithrim to Himring and, before that, from Valinor to Middle-earth.

Maedhros remembered Celvandil as he had known him in Valinor. He had been the son of a successful horse-breeder who counted the royal family and the nobility among his patrons. Celvandil, as his son, had owned his own horses. When the Feanorians had reached Beleriand, all the horses anyone owned had been impounded by the crown, by military necessity, as had any other property that was too important to the war effort to be left in private hands. Celvandil's horses, the ones he had brought along on the journey from Tirion, were among them--not that they were taken away from him, at that point, as he was still employed in looking after them, but they were no longer officially his.

Celvandil had accepted it--nor had he shown any resentment, later, when Maedhros gave away so many horses to Fingolfin, accepting that necessity also, even though some of Celvandil's horses were among them. Fingolfin could be given only the best after all. How could peace among them otherwise be achieved? Celvandil had not understood, however, thought Maedhros, why Maedhros had also given Allinte away to Fingon, at the same time--whether Fingon had saved Maedhros from Thangorodrim or not. Allinte was Maedhros's own mare and so she had been his to give, as Maedhros, that is, as well as in his role as the head of the House of Feanor--but she was also the mare that Celvandil had trained specially to carry Maedhros when he first began to ride again, after Thangorodrim, and in that way she had been Celvandil's also.

Maedhros had been aware of an injustice, in that, although Celvandil never said anything and Maedhros could not offer any explanation that would not have shamed and embarrassed them both. Yet, Celvandil followed him still, ever since, and had given unstintingly of his loyalty as before and on this day, also.

'I will see to it that you have horses of your own again, one day, Celvandil' said Maedhros, suddenly.

Celvandil looked up, startled, carefully set down the last hoof and turned around.

'Thank you very much,' he answered. 'It is not really of so much concern to me, at present.'

Of course it wasn't, thought Maedhros. Celvandil's main concern at present was surely stopping his fool prince from running off and falling into a ditch and maybe dying there, when his people needed him in Himring.

But the idea of getting horses for Celvandil helped. It might in truth be as unattainable a goal, in their current situation, as ensuring the survival of the Noldor in Beleriand or defending Himring against everything Morgoth could throw against it or finding a healer out here in time to save an unconscious woman, but it felt more manageable, somehow.

'I will,' he insisted. 'One day. You will see.'

'Yes, of course,' said Celvandil, clearly humouring him, but nevertheless touched by the vehemence with which he insisted.

They spoke little further that night, rested until dawn and set out again as soon as it was light enough to see any tracks that might cross their path. Maedhros was filled with new determination. It was not possible that Maedhros Feanorion should allow a woman who had saved his life to die without doing his utmost to prevent it. They would find that healer.

More Author's Notes:
Targlin is the name I chose for the escapee of the Angband mentioned in the summary. The preceding chapters have in fact not been written yet, but at least he now has a name, which was somehow a major sticking point for me.
The whole story will be called "The Songs", when it is finished; at any rate that is the plan.
Also, the Sindarin healer Maedhros is looking for is a woman, but I'm not quite sure whether Maedhros knows this, at this point, or not.
hhimring: (Default)
A Golden Gift (100 words) by Himring
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Fingon | Findekáno/Maedhros | Maitimo
Characters: Fingon, Maedhros | Maitimo, Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Valinor, Re-embodied elves, Fluff, Drabble
Series: Part 99 of Gloom, Doom and Maedhros

An encounter in the street of Tirion after Maedhros's re-embodiment.

Written for Tolkien Weekly. I'd been homesick for Maedhros/Fingon...
Links above go to AO3. The original LJ post is here:

hhimring: (Default)
For Independence1776:

The Decision
(458 words) by Himring
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Maglor, Elrond Peredhel, Maedhros, Elros
Additional Tags: Families of Choice, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, First Age
Small gestures can sometimes amount to major decisions. Elrond knows this.

For MangoTea:

Moon-letters (176 words) by Himring
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Elrond Peredhel, Celebrimbor | Telperinquar
Additional Tags: Moon-letters, Lore - Freeform, Memories, Eregion, narvi - Freeform
Summary: A tiny gap-filler from Elrond's POV.

For DeCarabas:

But There Was Tea (307 words) by Himring
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Celebrían/Elrond Peredhel
Characters: Estë, Celebrían
Additional Tags: Lorien - Freeform, Character Study, reference to PTSD
Summary: Celebrian's first encounter with Este in Lorien.

For AngstyChaosMagicUser:

An Act of Faith (521 words) by Himring
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Curufin's Wife, Finarfin | Arafinwë
Additional Tags: Textual Ghost, Valinor, Post-Darkening of Valinor, Family, Female Protagonist
Summary: Finarfin, recently crowned king of the Noldor remaining in Valinor, summons Curufin's wife, because a certain rumour has reached his ears.

Links go to AO3. (Eventually, I'll catch up with cross-posting them elsewhere.)
hhimring: (Default)
So, I finally managed to get this out of my head and write it down...

Title: Under the Evening Star
Characters: Maglor & Maedhros, also Elros & Elrond
Summary: First sighting of Gil-Estel by the Sons of Feanor. Slightly canon-divergent.
Rating: PG
Length: c.1300 words

Read more... )
hhimring: (Default)
I haven't posted anything to Dreamwidth for a while.
Most of what I have written in the meantime is cross-posted from LJ to AO3, if not elsewhere.
This piece is not. It was written for Oshun as a birthday gift and is a snippet from "Such Great Deeds", but I haven't written the intervening passage yet.

Summary: During a walk at night through Barad Eithel, Beleg and Fingon briefly talk about Maedhros.
Warnings: reference to multiple deaths during war time
Pairing: Fingon/Maedhros (implicit)
Word count: c. 450 words

Read more... )
hhimring: (Default)
Fingon / Maedhros.
A true drabble according to MS Word.
Rating: Teens
Warnings: none


hhimring: (Default)
Drabble sequence written for the Fellowship Challenge at Tolkien Weekly.
Originally this was an independent plot bunny, which involved a frame story in which Maedhros, returning to Valinor, finds out that the Eldar have distrusted all Men except the Edain since the First Age and attempts to write in defence of the Easterlings or at least his loyal allies among them.
(I had also envisaged a different ending to this drabble sequence. The prompt series ended more abruptly than I expected.)

Characters: Maedhros, son of Feanor;  Bor, chieftain of an Easterling tribe; his sons Borlach, Borlad and Borthand; his aunt Borgun (OFC)
Rating: PG to PG13
Length: four single drabbles, one double drabble

Read more... )
hhimring: (Default)
(A little gloomy for Easter, I'm afraid. Sorry!)

The following quote was a B2MeM prompt in 2013. At the time, I sort of cheated and wrote "A Little Slow", which is wholly set in Tirion.
Then recently, during the Silm Re-Read, the quote came up again:

"Fëanor and his sons abode seldom in one place for long, but travelled far and wide upon the confines of Valinor, going even to the borders of the Dark and the cold shores of the Outer Sea, seeking the unknown".

Characters: Fingon, Maedhros
Setting: Valinor
Rating: General
Word Count: c.370 words

Read more... )
hhimring: (Default)
Characters/Pairing: Maedhros/Fingon
Genre/Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: Teens
Word Count: 155

hhimring: (Default)
I only posted this to Tolkien Weekly yesterday--copying it across to my journal anyway...

This was written for petite_dilly as a seasonal gift.
I chose a prompt from the Mulled Wine Challenge at Tolkien Weekly for inspiration with the intention of ensuring seasonality--although the result does not entirely match the intention. The specific prompt was Cinnamon.

Title: Memory and Spice
Summary: The Sindar have found out about the Kinslaying in Alqualonde and that Fingon was involved. Not a good time for Fingon, even though the Sindar have decided that he is less to blame than the Sons of Feanor--especially as Maedhros remains in the Marches and  the cousins are communicating only by letter.
: Cirdan, Fingon (Q. Findekano), Maedhros (Q. Maitimo)
Pairing: Maedhros/Fingon (but actually pre-slash)
Rating: PG
Format: a quadrabble (4 x 100 words according to MS Word)

Read more... )
hhimring: (Default)
I badly wanted some Maedhros/Fingon fluff, so I wrote myself some.
Fingon and Maedhros en route on their trip to visit Hurin in Dor-lomin.
Mostly harmless (i.e. Teens, no warnings)
Word count: c.660 words

hhimring: (Default)
Not sure whether this is of interest to anyone, especially in this rough and incomplete state...
Because my Maedhros saga is a chronological mess, I have occasionally thought of compiling some kind of timeline or plot overview.
Below the cut  is a quick dirty list, but I only got up to Feanor's death before I started flagging.
The story references in parentheses do not distinguish between fully described scenes and short  flashbacks or retrospective discussion--I was thinking of maybe bolding the more significant ones at a later stage., but I would have to decide first what counts as significant.
hhimring: (Default)

Characters/Pairing: Original Characters: Oderen (Sinda, OMC), Emlinn (Sinda, OFC), Turion (Noldo, OMC); also: Maglor, Maedhros, plus a reference to Glaurung [OMC/OFC]
Summary: Oderen, a traveling woodcarver, one of Cirdan's people, and Emlinn, his musician wife, happen to arrive in Maglor's Gap just a short time before the outbreak of the Battle of Sudden Flame. Maglor encounters Emlinn and takes her on as his student.

Prompts: Woodwork challenge at Tolkien Weekly (4 single drabbles, 2 double pairs)
Book/Source: The Silmarillion; also: The Lord of the Rings
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Non-graphic references to violence and character death
Disclaimer: Still not Tolkien--nor PJ--and still not selling anything.

Read more... )

hhimring: (Default)
Many happy returns to Gwailome! Have a great day!
(I think it's Sunday where you are already.)
Here is a birthday ficlet for you. I hope you like it!

Title: The stars over Aglon
Pairing: Maedhros/Fingon
Rating: Teens
Word count: c.1300 words

hhimring: (Default)
Season of Writing Dangerously 2013 Participant

My brain is a weird place. I half-dreamed this piece some weeks ago when I was ill in bed. Then, for some reason, my brain decided that today was the day to write it up...

Title: Maedhros Attempts to Speak with Luthien
Summary: Some conversations are not meant to take place.
Characters: Maedhros, Maglor
Rating: Teens
Warnings: pro-Feanorian bias (the usual, really); weirdness
Word Count: c.1200 words


hhimring: (Default)
The third chapter was easier to complete, as I had already written and posted an extract for B2MeM.

In Beleriand, the newly assigned territory of Angrod and Aegnor borders on the territory of the cousins who betrayed them.
From the time of settlement to their eventual death in battle, what were the relations between Angrod and Aegnor and their cousin Maedhros, son of Feanor?

Part I chronicles a meeting between Aegnor and Maedhros early in the history of the settlement of Dorthonion: http://hhimring.livejournal.com/52061.html
Part II describes a meeting between the two after the arrival of Edain and their settlement in Ladros: http://hhimring.livejournal.com/58622.html
Part III describes the last meeting between Aegnor and Maedhros just as the war breaks out that will cost Aegnor and Angrod their lives.

Characters: Angrod (Angarato),  Aegnor (Aikanaro), Maedhros (Russandol); Aegnor's POV
Warnings: Reference to aftermath of torture, premonitions of character death
Rating: Teens
Word count: c.1700 words

August 2017

131415161718 19


RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 20th, 2017 12:17 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios