Ambarussa

RP blog for Amrod and Amras, the youngest twin sons of Feanor.

[earendil-was-a-mariner]

Tolkien made the Silmarillion like the history of our world, so where are the dinosaurs? And don’t bring up dragons and shit. I want Turin killing a velociraptor. 

[amrod-amras]

Moving URLS

I’m moving the twins onto a mulitmuse blog to help me keep better track of them. Find them (and my other sideblogs) at ofelvesandflowers. I will shortly reblog everything I owe onto that blog. Love you!!!

maedhroswhy

wandering-maglor

first-son-of-finwe

hasty-riser

If I’ve tagged you I owe you a thread.

[wandering-maglor]

(Voicemail) Amrod-Amras

“Amrod are you at the school? Is Amras with you? Father refuses to move to the storm shelter so I’m coming to pick you up. Do not go outside, and don’t leave with anyone else! Whatever you do, don’t leave the school.”

((Hurricane!Modern AU because why not))

[amrod-amras]

“Kano’s here,” Amras explained.

“Somewhere.” Amrod twisted in his uncle’s grasp.

Fingolfin looked around with concern. “Is he? Why dont you take me to where you last saw him?”

The twins smiled and nodded, leading the way.

[wandering-maglor]

Still working his way through the thinning press of people Maglor gasped as he saw the familiar head of his Uncle Fingolfin, followed by his two errant younger brothers. Running over to them Maglor scooped both boys into a nearly strangling hug “Don’t ever run off again” He scolded, unintentionally ignoring their uncle as he pressed his face into their red hair “My heart can’t take it.”

[amrod-amras]

“I can’t breathe!” Amras squealed, trying to wriggled away.

“Choking!” his brother gasped, then slid slowly to the floor, fake-coughing the whole way.

“Oxygen gone… Room spinning…..” Amras sighed and fell on top of his brother.

Fingolfin raised an eyebrow, then nudged them (still pretending to wheeze) aside to hug Maglor. “Are you well? What happened? Why are you here? What do you need?”

[wandering-maglor]

Maglor jerked in surprise as he was drawn into his Uncle’s arms, before relaxing into the older man’s embrace. As sense of relief washed over him–Fingolfin was an adult, a responsible adult, someone who would make sure that they were safe and taken care of. 

“I’m alright” He answered, still holding on to his uncle in an attempt to share his warmth “Father sent me to pick op the twins from school. By the time we left the roads were too bad to drive on, so Father said that we should come here.”

 Maglor felt that it was probably unnecessary to tell Fingolfin that their father and the rest of their family would be waiting out the storm in their home–it was what they did every season. Because he and the twins were originally meant to return to the house as well, they had no supplies–all that they had were their wet clothes and the twins’ backpacks. “We didn’t bring anything”

[amrod-amras]

“Don’t worry, everything will be fine, alright?” he asked. “I’m glad you found me,” he smiled and pulled away from Maglor, lifting the twins onto their feet and patting their heads.

“First we should get you some thing dry to wear, between my sons we can find something for all of you, I am certain.”

“Then can we get food?” Amras asked.

“I’m hungry!” Amrod said.

“Of course. Come along.”

[maedhroswhy-deactivated20220211]

“Do you have to tie me up?” (amrod-amras)

“Did I tell you that you have the right to speak?” Maedhros snorted, yanking on the chains he had secured around the twins’ necks. “Do not keep up that innocent act with me. I know how hopelessly filthy you all are. No matter what I’ve done, at least I stopped after one kinslaying and realized who the true enemies were.”

amrod-amras

[amrod-amras]

He smiled. “I love you. I love you!” Then he frowned. “How are we going to get past the guards?”

[maedhroswhy-deactivated20220211]

“Hmmmm,” Maedhros thought for a few moments, “If Pitya wakes up and you two make enough noise while I’m dragging you past, they may not notice that you’re not in chains. They’ll just believe that I’m taking you to Melkor or somewhere else, perhaps. Do you think you two would be able to do that?”

[amrod-amras]

He nodded. “I can. But I don’t know if Pitya can wake.” He frowned worriedly.

[maedhroswhy-deactivated20220211]

Maedhros frowned as well. “You could carry him and I could look annoyed. I usually am with you two. I’m kidding, of course. I love you both. But does that sound reasonable?”

[amrod-amras]

He giggled in spite of himself. “Alright. I can do that. Can we go now?”

[maedhroswhy-deactivated20220211]

Maedhros gave a small, pained smile at the sound. “Yes. We’ll have to make haste. If we are discovered…Morgoth should be having a meeting with Sauron about now, so if they can keep each other distracted and the guards don’t ask questions, I’m sure we can get past fairly easily. Let’s go.”

[amrod-amras]

Amras nodded and lifted his brother, grunting under his weight. “Lets go home, please,” he whispered.

[hasty-riser-deactivated20181203]

✗ (amrod-amras)

At first the way his youngest brothers acted was dismissed as nothing but typical behavior. The two had a habit of causing panic where it wasn’t needed. That and Turkafinwe was positive that they would be satisfied for the time being, considering that he had given them exactly what they cried for; strawberries. His keen green eyes settled upon the two of them for only a short time as he turned his back to finish his original task. However, after several unnerving minutes of silence (which was rare with these two) he began to grow suspicious. 

“What are the two of y–” The sentence was left unfinished and the plate that he held slipped from his grasp; busting into a thousand shards on the floor. That was the least of his worries right now, and he nearly lept from one side of the kitchen to the next as he saw the bright red rash splotched across their identical faces and the way they both gasped for air. He was about to speak when a memory hit him. The two were allergic to the fruit but in his agitation Tyelkormo had let it slip his mind. He cursed under his breath as tried to remember what he’d been told to do if such a thing occurred. 

amrod-amras

[amrod-amras]

Amrod, finally able to speak, said, “I’m sorry.” 

Armras nodded brightly.

[hasty-riser-deactivated20181203]

“Sorry is not good enough!”

[amrod-amras]

They both hung their heads and looked away, murmuring soft apologies.

[wandering-maglor]

“I made you soup… Or at least I tried.” (Amrod-Amras)

Maglor braced his arms behind him as he wearily sat up, looking at the twins through tired eyes “Thank you–I think?” he croaked. Although he was flattered by their attention Maglor couldn’t help but wonder what his brothers had created in their attempt to make soup.

[amrod-amras]

Amras burst out, “I chased him up the tree because he has a stick up his-” Amrod covered his twin’s mouth with his hand, effectively silencing him.

“He is rude and stuck up!” Amrod said. Then he squealed. “Amras licked Amrod!”

[wandering-maglor]

Maglor struggled not to laugh, wheezing mirthfully as he tried not to trigger another coughing fit. “Y-you switched into third person again” he scolded gently, slowly getting his breath back. He put a hand between his two brothers, hoping that they would not begin roughhousing again. “I thought you two were getting better at that.”

He would have scolded them for their insult to Curufin, but found that he couldn’t refute their claim. He loved his dark little brother dearly, but Curufin’s attitude was infamously abrasive.

[amrod-amras]

“Sorry,” they said together.

Amras asked, “Why do I-”

“Have to talk about myself-” Amrod patted his brothers chest as he spoke.

“Like I’m separate?” they finished.

[wandering-maglor]

“Separate bodies, separate pronouns” Maglor told them, repeating a maxim that they had all heard countless times from their father. “Even if you feel like one person, the courts will be cruel to you unless you act like two.” He said gently. 

Maglor knew that his younger brothers sometimes struggled with their identities (identity?) and as a family it was commonplace to let them be, but as they grew older the pressures of being a well known family had begun to press down on them. Fëanor had decided that society would not accept the twins as they were, and that the family must help them to separate. It was an issue in which Maglor was unsure of where he stood–he just wanted Ambarussa to be happy.

[amrod-amras]

Amrod whined softly. Amras griped, “But that’s not fair!”

“Curufun says mean people don’t matter-”

“And not to listen to them-”

Both twins stared pleadingly at Maglor, wanting him to agree with them. They were the same person, they had the same thoughts, the same bodies; why couldn’t they have the same words?

[wandering-maglor]

“He’s right” Maglor nodded his head, glad that off all the values and ideas that Curufin could have instilled in their young minds he had chosen that one. “You should not listen to mean people,” he continued “but you should not provoke them. Or else people will think of you, what you two think of Curvo–’rude and stuck up’”

[amrod-amras]

“I didn’t provoke him!” Amras gasped.

“I’m not that mean!“ Amrod added.

“He provoked me!” Amras grumbled, folding his arms across his chest.

The twins met one another’s eyes and scowled. This isn’t fair, they thought. Everyone else can be themselves, why not me?

[amazinglyamazingfabulousness]

I visited a college today and I was impressed

[thebaconsandwichofregret]

well you can but you shouldn’t

[harnatano-deactivated20160508]

Fëanor doesn’t approve.

[coraregina]

Feanor effectively lit himself on fire, I’m not sure how much we should really trust his judgement.

I mean I understand the ships, but then there’s the self-immolation and also that whole Amrod mess.

[amrod-amras]

I hope you know I take this personally.

[celebimber]

Is it just me or is this year’s Eurovision a bit boring?

silly question, i know it’s not just me

[wreckitmaedhros-deactivated2020]

Uwuuuu…here is the overdue request for you anon. I’m sorry for the late post. Here is part 1. I’m not really good at naming stories (or writing them) so the title might be a little off [^^;]>….but please, enjoy.

oooh and guys, there are two bonuses. Its Maedhros in battle mode and the Firstborns trio! =D

I not really into drawing armories but drawing Maedhros in one is good. also really like the idea of Maedhros getting along well with Finrod and eternal buddies with Fingon. They’re like the most sought after bachelors of Valinor (before everything went downhill) and the second-born are just like “……”

ps: I don’t have the time to properly color the two drawings below but once I’m free I might just color them and re-post again. 

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Credit me if u wanna use my art. I highly appreciate it =)

[amrod-amras]

wandering-maglor - have you seen this?? I can send you the links to the rest if you like.

I love this so much!

[xonemissedcall-deactivated20140]

Reblog this if:

[amrod-amras]

You’re a roleplayer

We can plot

We can be friends

[loyaltogondor]

Old Spice - Thranduil Version

Greetings, ladies

Look at your dwarf

Now back to me

Now back at your dwarf

Now back to me. 

Sadly, he isn’t me.

But if he stopped using Erebor body wash and switched to The Woodland Realm Cologne, he could smell like he’s me.

Look down, back up, where are you?

You’re in a castle with the elf your dwarf could smell like. 

What’s in your hand, back at me. 

I have it, it’s an Arkenstone that shines like that thing you love. 

Look again, the Arkenstone is now gems that shine like starlight. 

Anything is possible when your man smells like an elf and not a dwarf.

I’m on a deer.

[elvenkingthrandy]

im so happy that i was tagged in this

[incorrecttolkienquotes]

These are my children. Their names are The Hot One, Good Harpist, Morning Person, Goth, Dad Jr., Damned, and Ginger.

- Nerdanel, on her sons, the Shibboleth of Fëanor as recorded in the History of Middle-Earth

[edhellin]

Noldor house sigils by Daniel Falconer - The Lord Of The Rings concept art

[wandering-maglor]

(Voicemail) Amrod-Amras

“Amrod are you at the school? Is Amras with you? Father refuses to move to the storm shelter so I’m coming to pick you up. Do not go outside, and don’t leave with anyone else! Whatever you do, don’t leave the school.”

((Hurricane!Modern AU because why not))

[amrod-amras]

“Kano’s here,” Amras explained.

“Somewhere.” Amrod twisted in his uncle’s grasp.

Fingolfin looked around with concern. “Is he? Why dont you take me to where you last saw him?”

The twins smiled and nodded, leading the way.

[wandering-maglor]

Still working his way through the thinning press of people Maglor gasped as he saw the familiar head of his Uncle Fingolfin, followed by his two errant younger brothers. Running over to them Maglor scooped both boys into a nearly strangling hug “Don’t ever run off again” He scolded, unintentionally ignoring their uncle as he pressed his face into their red hair “My heart can’t take it.”

[amrod-amras]

"I can't breathe!" Amras squealed, trying to wriggled away.

"Choking!" his brother gasped, then slid slowly to the floor, fake-coughing the whole way.

"Oxygen gone... Room spinning....." Amras sighed and fell on top of his brother.

Fingolfin raised an eyebrow, then nudged them (still pretending to wheeze) aside to hug Maglor. "Are you well? What happened? Why are you here? What do you need?"

[alackofghosts]

//Could there be Ambarussa pot babies?

absolutely 8))

[alackofghosts]

Could I maybe request a flower pot baby Makalaure or Findarato?

flower pot baby finrod is here :3

[amrod-amras]

wandering-maglor if you ever wondered what you looked like in a flower pot.

[wandering-maglor]

“I made you soup… Or at least I tried.” (Amrod-Amras)

Maglor braced his arms behind him as he wearily sat up, looking at the twins through tired eyes “Thank you–I think?” he croaked. Although he was flattered by their attention Maglor couldn’t help but wonder what his brothers had created in their attempt to make soup.

[amrod-amras]

Amras burst out, “I chased him up the tree because he has a stick up his-” Amrod covered his twin’s mouth with his hand, effectively silencing him.

“He is rude and stuck up!” Amrod said. Then he squealed. “Amras licked Amrod!”

[wandering-maglor]

Maglor struggled not to laugh, wheezing mirthfully as he tried not to trigger another coughing fit. “Y-you switched into third person again” he scolded gently, slowly getting his breath back. He put a hand between his two brothers, hoping that they would not begin roughhousing again. “I thought you two were getting better at that.”

He would have scolded them for their insult to Curufin, but found that he couldn’t refute their claim. He loved his dark little brother dearly, but Curufin’s attitude was infamously abrasive.

[amrod-amras]

“Sorry,” they said together.

Amras asked, “Why do I-”

“Have to talk about myself-” Amrod patted his brothers chest as he spoke.

“Like I’m separate?” they finished.

[wandering-maglor]

“Separate bodies, separate pronouns” Maglor told them, repeating a maxim that they had all heard countless times from their father. “Even if you feel like one person, the courts will be cruel to you unless you act like two.” He said gently. 

Maglor knew that his younger brothers sometimes struggled with their identities (identity?) and as a family it was commonplace to let them be, but as they grew older the pressures of being a well known family had begun to press down on them. Fëanor had decided that society would not accept the twins as they were, and that the family must help them to separate. It was an issue in which Maglor was unsure of where he stood–he just wanted Ambarussa to be happy.

[amrod-amras]

Amrod whined softly. Amras griped, "But that's not fair!"

"Curufun says mean people don't matter-"

"And not to listen to them-"

Both twins stared pleadingly at Maglor, wanting him to agree with them. They were the same person, they had the same thoughts, the same bodies; why couldn't they have the same words?