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I spent too much time on this to post it only on tiktok

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I have two VERY DIFFERENT ideas for a long term project. But I'm obviously going to have to pick one for my sanity. Any suggestions?

Which project should I lock in on?

Fëanorian Otome Game

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Maedhros in Angband | Choice 8

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Maedhros leaned forwards and kissed Sauron deeply on the lips. It made his heart race and it just felt so good as his Fëa leapt towards the Maia.

To his satisfaction, Sauron broke it in surprise.

"What!- Maedhros~ my darling elf~ has this idea made you excited?~" He burst out laughing and seemed genuinely entertained by what he had done.

"Of course I am! But I thought you wanted me!! Why are you backing up? I'm the one in chains after all." Maedhros has always been pretty, and as a result it was often others that chased after him. To be the one doing this to Sauron- even if he didn't really mean it- was thrilling! He batted his eyelashes sweetly.

"How could I say no to such a sweet ellon?" As good as this was, he was determined to take back power. He entered the kiss again, his tongue so hot it felt like it Maedhros' mouth. It was a battle between them to hold it, but eventually Maedhros broke their connection for air.

"You know, Maedhros, you really are something special…" He hadn't drank any of that potion himself, but this whole evening was invigorating. He wanted the elf for himself… but sooner or later Morgoth would want to see him too, or even give him back to the elves if they accepted a deal. It wasn't in your nature to disobey him, but this was just one small thing really, just one little elf. Perhaps his master would be kind and give it to him.

"I must go to my master, for he is yours now too. As sweet as you taste now, I believe his touch will leave you feeling foul. Not that I don't appreciate it, but it is- shall we say- an acquired taste. I shall see you again later.~"

You, the reader, are Sauron.

What shall you do?

Inform Morgoth of Maedhros' behaviour and ask him to share the spoils.

Ask Morgoth to grant you Maedhros to treat as your own thrall.

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Voting ended onJun 27

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The Fair Fëanorian Princess, Chapter 3

Things are getting interesting again! I was on a roll writing this chapter.

She was dressed in black for Fëanor's funeral, not that they had time for much. The dark silk made her pearly silver hair stand out against that backdrop of misery. She couldn't shed a tear for him. They others did, but they never knew him as well as she had. He had doted over her, controlled her, and made her whole life about him, just like everything else was about him too. It seemed like the bond of a father and a daughter was a blessing and a curse.

"What is wrong with you!!!??? Curufin snapped. It shocked her and she looked back at him with her mouth slightly ajar, empty of words or retorts. "Our father gives you all of his love, care and devotion over his other six children, and yet you remain un-phased by his passing." He sounded genuinely shaken by this fact, he could not understand that his sister had not wanted that, nor did he understand how humiliating the many intricacies of his care for her had become.

"It wasn't simple between us." She eventually told him. "Just let me feel this in my own way…"

"Then you'll stay in that dress until you've paid your respects." This time the voice was Maglor's, strong and firm. "We… our mother told us that in the event of the passing of our father, guardianship of you would pass to Maedhros and I."

"I'm not a child and the only benefit of this is that I am free! You are not at liberty to strip that from me!!" Her voice was shrill and desperate. How could they do that to her??? It seemed almost like they wanted her to be miserable!

"You are a princess and you are something out father loved…" Maedhros responded in support as his voice shook from tears. "You shall obey us now and I expect that. I know you're difficult and spoiled and don't listen to anyone because you're too good for that, but we have bigger problems to deal with, so stay out of the way and be nice. Perhaps we'll find a way for you to help, but for now you can help by shutting up and sitting tight. I dread to think what Morgoth would do to you if he got you, and even more I dread what our father would do to our brothers and I in the halls if he found out."

It was brutal, and it was what they thought of her, all of them. Curufin at least enjoyed her rebellious streak, but that was as far as it went. He too believed her to be spoiled and pampered. But that was that… her brothers were going to keep her out of the way because they hated her. She supposed that they never said anything like this before for fear of retribution. They thought she was some kind of tattletale- which she had never done in her life! They planned to be just as controlling, except this time she wasn't even liked. She was just a thing their father loved… like some dusty old jewellery that went out of fashion and now nobody cares for.

But if they wanted her to shut up, then she would. So she looked down at her boots and tightened her lips.

"Sister?" Maglor was slightly confused by that. Like with him it was normally hard to make Gwâniel be silent on issues she cared about. He was met again with silence. "Do you understand? Will you behave?"

She shrugged and continued to stare at the swords and cloak they had left on the burnt ground as a memorial to their father. It was easier than looking into their eyes. Easier than understanding someone who had no love for her anymore. She wondered why Eru had brought her here at all, if she was to be surrounded by people who wanted her dead and by people who wouldn't admit it out loud.

She turned to leave back to their camp and was followed closely by Caranthir. Her younger brother now turned guardian. She bet in her head that he felt special doing that, like he wasn't the most useless one there. Nobody liked him either and yet somehow he never even tried to sympathise with her. She had written him off long ago as a jerk just like her father… perhaps worse if he loved riches so much.

They kept to their promise of making her wear mourning clothes until she could react correctly. All of her normal dresses had been put in a locked suitcase where Maedhros kept the key. She would pick the lock, but she didn't want to wear those pastel monstrosities anyway! So she kept her dark dresses and refused to openly mourn Fëanor.

As things developed, her brothers became more and more irate with her. Maedhros and Maglor were often too busy, so the job of looking after her was passed down to the Ambarussa. It was humiliating and she often protested, but she was only ever ridiculed and belittled in return. They acted like she was a burden and made it obvious enough. Slowly she began to miss her father again. He had babied her and spoken down to her, but he had loved her. She sat alone in her tent thinking of this and tears began to roll down her face. She missed being held in his arms, and she missed being called his beautiful daughter, even though it was her beauty that she resented about herself. It just felt so wrong to be alone, without anybody who cared about her. Gwâniel was angry that Feanor had left her like this. He was meant to her there for her. She wondered where her life would go as she was stuck in this state.

As Maglor entered the tent- without a warning- she turned away and tried to hide her tears.

"I have come to tell you that Maedhros has left to parlay with Morgoth. Perhaps we can end this if he can- are you crying, sister?"

"No I'm not!" She sniffled and rubbed the sleeve of her dress on her face roughly. "Also that's a stupid idea and you know it." Maglor ignored that comment.

"Are you finally mourning our father properly? I can take you back up to the grave if you would like that?"

"Oh don't be so condescending, brother! Yes, I have feelings, but it's not up to you to decide how I express them! So leave me, and let me know when Maedhros is dead too…" She added darkly.

Maglor rolled his eyes. He had long since given up the idea of reasoning with his younger sister.

"There's something wrong with you, you know that? That's why all of this is so difficult, you have neither sympathy nor sense!"

"And all any of you do is insult me. Over and over. Daily. Of course I miss our father, he was the only one who loved me."

"We do love you, Gwâniel, this is just hard for everyone and we don't have time for frivolities like you're used to. When this is over and we're more settled, we will give you more attention and comfort, alright?" He shuffled closer to her and kissed her head. "Now rest well… and you may return to wearing what you like. I'm sorry we ever did that, it was stupid, we were just angry. You understand, right?"

"Yes, I get it, just leave me alone."

"Alright, sister… we should have news soon."

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[mhevarujta]

Something about Melkor not wanting to spend his existence in the darkness of the Void. And then he CHOOSES to spread his power too thin and to diminish himself in order to gain physical control over Arda. Which results in him being so afraid of the destruction of his beloved body that he ultimately stays inside for the most part. He dooms himself to darkness and does not take advantage of his time in the very world that he could not put from his heart, before he is ultimately doomed to rot in the Void.

Something about the Feanorians, very clearly fearing the Everlasting Darkness and yet calling it upon themselves during their oath. And despite at least some of them knowing after a certain point that their actions are cruel and unjustifiable they still commit one atrocity after another (to an extent out of greed and pride, but also in fear of the aforementioned Darkness). And these choices are what ultimately dooms them to meet ill ends and to be unworthy of the Jewels that they pursued with such fervor.

The two situations are very different but there's something tragic and ironic to both.

[solmarillion]

After wandering through the forests of Oromë, Maitimo and Makalaurë discover a quiet clearing, stopping to rest. With lyre in hand, the private audience begins— for this song, Makalaurë will only allow his brother to hear.

Maedhros: @moodrose Maglor: @solmarillion Photo: kimsjopi (IG)

Maedhros costume made by @voldadivnaya Maglor costume made by @lady-creations-and-co from @solmarillion's design

Here is the first photo from our Maedhros and Maglor shoot at the Stockmann ruins! The hike into the forest was so magical and the location had such perfect elven vibes, it truly felt like stepping into Valinor.

For this shoot we wanted to explore Maedhros and Maglor's relationship during the Years of the Trees. I imagine their codependency started even then, for they are always mentioned together. It was so much fun singing while posing for this shot and getting into character, and our photographer went above and beyond with the edits and effects. We're so excited to share all the photos we took from this shoot!

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Maedhros in Angband | Choice 4

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Quickly darting into the lab he rushed by shelves of brightly coloured bottles and pushed his way through the dried herbs hanging from the ceiling. In the back of the room was the lab, a strangely brightly-lit place that smelled strongly of cleaning alcohol. It was a large open space with two distinct areas, one for the preparation of various potions and treatments, and another with a clean metal table complete with restraints. He shuddered to think of what had been done here, but he moved on. On the other side of the room there was an open doorway that led to bright cells, most of which were already inhabited by various sickly elves.

Then he reached the end. There was no doorway through, just a stone wall. The lab led nowhere, he realised in horror.

He turned to run back out, hoping he had evaded his enemies for now at least, when he was swept off of his feet. He hit the floor hard and looked up to see a cage closing around him. This trap had clearly been set to prevent any of Sauron's subjects from escaping, but now it had him again.

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Sauron held his head angrily. How could he have let that elf overpower him like that!? Getting up swiftly he melted down the hinges on the door and let it fall to the ground. He wasn't going to even attempt to open a door that was clearly locked.

But now he needed to deal with his mistake. He could go to Melkor and let him know to raise the alarm, it would work but it would come at the cost of his dignity. The other option was to try to deal with the whole thing himself and recapture Maedhros before anybody even noticed he was missing.

You, the reader, are Sauron.

What shall you do?

Raise the alarm, Maedhros just needs to be found.

Catch him yourself, how much trouble can he really be?

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Voting ended onJun 23