just curious: is the event going to be running again this year?
Thank you for reaching out, and to the others who sent asks! We will not be holding Maedhros & Maglor Week this year. If anyone wants to @ this blog in their February Maedhros & Maglor or Maedhros/Maglor creations, you are welcome to and we'll share them! ❤️
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Maedhros/Maglor (Tolkien), Elros Tar-Minyatur & Maglor, Elrond Peredhel & Elros Tar-Minyatur, lightly implied fingon/maedhros
Characters: Maedhros (Tolkien), Maglor (Tolkien), Elros Tar-Minyatur, Elrond Peredhel
Additional Tags: Non-Graphic Violence, Emotional Manipulation, Parentification, Screenplay/Script Format, Sibling Incest, Substitution
Summary:
Breakfast on stage, and other things.
my slightly belated contribution to @maedhrosmaglorweek :)) undying gratitude to mods @meadowlarkx and @jouissants for helping me churn out my first finished fic in two-odd years!
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Maedhros/Maglor (Tolkien)
Characters: Maedhros (Tolkien), Maglor (Tolkien), House of Fëanor Members (Tolkien)
Additional Tags: Seduction, Plans, Multiple step plans, Scheming, Plotting, manipulation?, flattery, Praise Kink, Gift Giving, Courtship, Temptation, Touching, Groping, Almost Kiss, Sexual Tension, Unresolved Sexual Tension, that is later resolved, Teasing, Horniness, Erections, Inappropriate Erections, First Kiss, Dancing, playing music, Skinny Dipping, Hot Springs & Onsen, Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Outdoor Sex, is having sex in a cave considered outdoor sex?, Water Sex, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Butt Plugs, Sex Toys, Sex Toys Under Clothing, mentioned - Freeform, Anal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Incest, Brother/Brother Incest, pls deanon me
Series: Part 7 of Maedhros and Maglor Week 2025
Summary:
Maitimo was already deep in his plans on how to approach the lovely musician, perhaps even to court him, when the host finally announced the next performer.
“Original symphonic composition written for the orchestra and personally singing and playing the lead harp, let us listen to Kanafinwë Makalaurë’s graduation work.”
Maitimo’s mind ground to a halt hearing his brother’s name, and in slack-jawed disbelief he looked up at the vision of beauty and watched him step away from the conductor and take his place beside the harp. Then Makalaurë’s starlight silver eyes alighted on him and he joyfully smiled.
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Maitimo makes a plan to seduce Makalaurë
OR
Maitimo’s five(-ish) steps on how to seduce your little brother
Coming in a bit late for Day 7. of @maedhrosmaglorweek
Also a prompt fill for @silmkinkmeme
Snippet:
Step -2. Notice Him
Five Valian years were quite a long time to be parted from family, Maitimo thought. Especially when it was his first little brother who had been away for so long, who used to be inseparable from his side since birth.
Thank you so much to everyone who participated with their creations and enthusiasm!
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Fic
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Thank you for another amazing week of Maedhros and Maglor! ✨
And when this new star was seen at evening, Maedhros spoke to Maglor his brother, and he said "Surely that is a Silmaril that shines now in the West?"
And Maglor answered: "If it be truly the Silmaril which we saw cast into the sea that rises again by the power of the Valar, then let us be glad; for its glory is seen now by many, and is yet secure from all evil."
The New Star Over the Sea, for @maedhrosmaglorweek :)
@maedhrosmaglorweek | day seven: partners
G | 100 words | Read on AO3
Maglor wakes.
The sun is low in a red-orange sky – familiar forge-glow, red hair in golden light. Sunrise or sunset, he isn’t sure; days have meant very little for a very long time. There is a chorus in his head, a canon. Siren-song, gull-cry: come home, come home, come home.
It has been… it has been many years since he was last on any sort of ship. It will be a fitting end, if it is to be an end. If it is not…
(Come home! sighs the sea, sings the gulls, begs his brother.)
a drabble for Day 7 of Maedhros and Maglor Week 2025 (@maedhrosmaglorweek)
Maedhros wakes with a start, the winter air causing his breath to mist above him. Maglor shifts slightly, curling into his warm side under the blankets. They had argued about what to do about the two in their uncle’s camp. Maglor would follow him, he always had. Maedhros turns and holds his brother close, tucking black curls under his chin. Maglor stirs, pressing his face into Maedhros’ chest. “I don’t want to fight,” Maglor mumbles, sleep still slurring his words. “I know you feel that we have no choice, but …”
Maedhros shakes his head. “It has to end here.”
Maedhros was his father’s son, and that fire, the urge to take a problem and fix it, burned within him just as brightly. Maglor was back, was unwell, was trapped with people who had every reason to hurt him.
But not for long, thought Maedhros. He will heal and he will be returned to my household. I will make up for abandoning him all those years ago. I will fix him, and the gap between us will close, and everything will return to how it had been before I jumped.
A task that would be far easier if a certain Sindar elf didn’t keep meddling.
To Haunt These Golden Halls
Would Maedhros yell at him now? Chase him out of the garden? Welcome him and kiss his forehead, like he had when Maglor was small and woke up from a nightmare? He tensed and waited.
But Maedhros only stared down at Maglor and said, “What is your name, stranger, and what are you doing at my home?”
Not sure whether this works for @maedhrosmaglorweek, really, but that is what I had in mind, when I wrote some more context for a previously existing snippet about Narsil.
(Teens, no major warnings)
It was Maglor who taught Elros sword-fighting, along will all other regular lessons. Maedhros, as on other occasions, would occasionally appear on the sidelines with additional hints, encouragement, and sometimes decide to take on a specific session, not always sharing his reasoning, and then leave the rest to Maglor again. This, Elros eventually concluded, was all to the good. Maglor was better with a sword than Elros was ever likely to be—or so it often seemed to him—and while Maedhros was even more brilliant, sessions with him were intense.
It was not that Elros feared that Maedhros would lose himself during a session, forgetting what he was doing or even attacking him. That slip of the mind into past pain seemed to happen only, at times, when Maedhros was not focussing on a task at hand. The grip of a sword in his hand had a way of steadying him, especially; it must be all those daily exercise routines. Even fully present, Maedhros could be nerve-racking in ways Elros preferred not to think too closely about, right below the surface. Elrond understood all that better, so Elros did not need to.
This, today, was just an unexpected trip to a storage room, though, although Elros would have liked to have some idea why they were here. He saw Maedhros lifting something long, narrow, and wrapped from the wall.
‘This blade should come to you,’ said Maedhros, thoughtfully.
‘Should?’ Elros asked, his voice brittle. ‘Is it from Sirion, then?’
Maedhros seemed taken aback.
‘No,’ he said after a pause. ‘It was originally commissioned by my uncle for the House of Hador. That is, it was intended for Gundor, Hador’s son. But it was just before the Dagor Bragollach and, by the time Telchar had finished the blade, Fingolfin, Hador and Gundor were all dead and the road to Hithlum was hazardous. My brother Caranthir stood surety and paid for the sword so that Telchar’s contract should not be breached.
Since then, the sword has sometimes been used in defence, at need, but it has never had an owner. It was crafted for someone of Hadorian height and stature.’ Maedhros looked meaningfully at Elros. ‘Like you.’
Elros realized, all at once, that what had brought this on was his recent, slightly embarrassing rapid spurt of growth—hence the measuring look that Maedhros had given him before taking him here. It was the first time Elros had been given a sword of his own; his previous practice sword had been from the common store.
Thrilled, he drew the sword and gazed in awe at its blade. Forged by the famous Telchar, the same smith that had made Angrist, the knife that cut the Silmaril from Morgoth’s Iron Crown! And Maedhros had guessed aright; the way the sword instantly felt like a better fit for his grip and his sword arm than any he had wielded before. He tried out some practice moves where he stood. Elros was in love.
Maedhros picked up a birch broom, slipped neatly past Elros’s guard and tapped him on the shoulder with the twiggy end, drawing Elros’s attention back to him.
‘The work of a master craftsman should be respected!’ he said, ‘But, mind you, it is not an heirloom.’
Elros blinked, puzzled. How could the sword not be an heirloom, with its storied history?
‘You need to be able to lay it aside or give it away.’
Elros understood. Reduced to near-destitution by the ineluctable claim to that one set of heirlooms, the last Sons of Feanor had come to value possessions the more if no claim attached to them.
‘By the way,’ said Maedhros, as if it was an afterthought, ‘it was intended to be called Narsil.’
From a letter by Queen Inzilbeth in Armenelos to her mother Lindorie of Andunie, originally in cipher.
In a chest in a forgotten recess in the Treasury I found an ancient sword carefully put aside and in perfect condition. A scrap of writing with it and comparison with records elsewhere has led me to conclude that this must be the sword our forefather Tar-Minyatur wielded before he took up Aranruth, given to him by the Sons of Feanor. I do not know why this historic weapon was almost hidden in this way, when Aranruth and Dramborleg are displayed proudly in glass cases in the centre of the main hall. Perhaps the association with the Sons of Feanor seemed politically less opportune than the sword of Thingol that the survivors of Sirion had saved for the return of Elwing’s sons?
In any case, I resolved to seize the chance the situation offered me. There is no risk now that Narsil will be wielded by the King’s Men against the Faithful, ever. I managed to take it to Noirinan, hidden inside one of the hooped skirts that are so fashionable this season. I can hardly be said to have stolen it, since I was taking it back to its original bearer! But I am also letting you know that Narsil is concealed inside Tar-Minyatur’s sarcophagus—please pass on that knowledge to our cousins of Andunie as you see fit.
for @maedhrosmaglorweek which i missed last year and wanted to do this year but i couldnt figure out which prompt/s i wanted to do and then i ran out of time so just drew any old picture of my favourite girlfriends who are brothers. brothers who are girlfriends. reference used here x
Posting this one from my phone because I forgot to do it earlier and now it’s too cold to leave my bed, blame formatting errors or inconsistencies on that.
“Laurë,” Maedhros snaps, grabbing his wrist when he tries to fall behind. “Do not go far from me.”
“I only need a moment,” he begs. “A moment, please, my hands–”
His hands are so bloody. It is too dark to see clearly, most of the lanterns knocked to the sands, but he can feel it starting to dry, crusting and cracking as he flexes his fingers. The scar on his palm aches worse than usual.
“I know,” Maedhros says, softening. “I know. Mine too. Come back quickly, then, alright? Meet me right here, I will wait for you.”
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