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@tyelkoandtimo-week Day 1: Before the Darkness Came
“This is ridiculous. How is he taller than me?!!”
“Jealousy is an ugly trait, little brother.”
In which Tyelko had a sudden rapid growth spurt that shocked even his father, and ‘Timo is *not* happy.
Luckily they’re both still young and Maedhros will once again outgrow his little brother. But there’s time yet… time Tyelko intends to take full advantage of to Mae’s ever growing despair.
Welcome to the Tyelkormo & Maitimo Week!
Hello Silm fandom, and welcome to the first year of Tyelkormo and Maitimo Week, hosted by me, @tinwe-the-local-assassin and @sadtimo!
With the C&C and Fëanorians weeks being hosted by the amazing @curufiin and @feanorianweek , Sadtimo and I who have been RPing as Maitimo and Tyelkormo for two years and writing amazing stories involving these two brothers, realized we find their relationship extremely underrated, and they're not talked about enough.
So what better way to shine some light on them but by starting a fandom event?
This event will be kicked off from the 4th-10th of July, and we would love to have you all participate in this event to celebrate these two cute lil bros! 🥺
Now, much like any of the other events, the rules are quite simple:
Please be kind to each participant. Bullying ain't cool kiddos and will not be tolerated.
Writings, drawings, headcanons, moodboards and any other way you amazingly creative people can find to show your brilliant minds are part of this challenge. Go nuts!
Due to both @sadtimo and my own values, we will not be reblogging works containing sibling incest. Anyone is welcome to participate, and we both are thankful of you for respecting us as well.
Please be mindful of the tagging, tw needed, and don't forget to mention us in your posts.(The blog username, but we try to keep up with personal mentions too). And just to make sure it will show up, you can use the tag #tm week. We'll be checking whatever comes up on the feed.
The week is just a formality, so don't worry about submitting works after the deadline. We will be keeping up with them after the event is finished, and we will be giving shout-outs!
Prompts and themes are just there to give you ideas. You don't need to follow them if you don't want to. I personally never do because forcing myself to write/draw a certain topic can never come out like my own moments of inspirations.
Most importantly, just have fun!
Themes and prompts will be further posted on the blog, so be sure to keep up with them!
Newts and Dragons
Written for day 1 of @tyelkoandtimo-week with the prompt "Before the Darkness Came". I'm a little late because I've had to work but I wanted to post something anyway.
I felt like their relationship when Celegorm was little would have been akin to the DW meme where she's staring up at the sign and saying "that can't stop me, I can't read" so here's that but Sons of Feanor style.
Pairing: Gen, Maedhros and Celegorm as brothers Rated: T Tags: Fluff, Humor, Pre-Doom, Maedhros is a good big brother, Little Celegorm, Celegorm is a chaos child, Brotherly Escapades
There were several signs on the door to Maedhros’ room. They very clearly proclaimed that anyone wishing to enter should knock first, that no animals (he meant anything alive and moving- yes, worms and beetles absolutely counted) were to be brought into his chamber, and that boots were to be left on the rack he’d so thoughtfully placed outside the door, in an effort to prevent his room from turning into a muddy disaster.
None of these signs, of course, did a damn thing to stop Tyelko.
Drabble
I wrote this yesterday at an Insta-drabbling session on the SWG Discord.
It is is 100 words of Celegorm thinking about Maedhros and the Oath.
I think it probably needs more work and/or a continuation, but there is a strong chance that I may not manage to do either of these while Tyelkormo and Maitimo Week is still running.
So posting this now, @tyelkoandtimo-week
When I was knee-high to you, I was always accepting the wrong dares, getting into trouble stuck up trees and down pits, but you always came to fetch me. And when I was older and strayed farther, still I could send Huan for you, still you came.
This was a worse dare than any! I would never have let you stop me taking it, if you had tried. And yet I cannot help it; I think reproachfully: why you did not, why you got enmeshed yourself, why you do not save me from myself even now. But I cannot ask.
The Interrogation
After supper, the family took to some card games and word games. Maitimo didn’t entirely feel like watching Fëanáro practically tear out Uncle Nolo’s throat for the sake of his fierce competition over these things—especially since Fëanáro had invented most of these word games—and besides, Maitimo’s weariness was catching up with him after several short nights of sleep. Since his brothers especially needed some extra cuddles while staying at an unfamiliar house, Maitimo certainly wasn’t about to lock them out, so he anticipated his usual wake-up ceremony from Tyelko and the twins before Laurelin’s first light. This way, at least he had a chance of catching up on some sleep.
Lost in his own thoughts, he stumbled into his dark guest room… and then he yelped as something heavy knocked him to the floor. A pair of warm hands closed around his wrists and pulled them behind his back, and somebody slipped a black cloth around his eyes. Three pairs of arms then hoisted him up and onto a chair, and then bound his wrists with rope.
Maitimo sighed. Another interrogation.
“Nelyafinwë,” said the cool voice of Curufinwë, “your behavior as of late has been suspicious. It is not typical for you to disappear during midday meal, since it is the most active time of day for the household. And we know you didn’t really get mushroom poisoning. We have determined you were up to something, and we find Kanafinwë’s excuse for you to be logically unsound.”
“Right,” Tyelko piped up. “First of all, there’s no mushroom I know of that causes sickness for exactly two hours. Second of all, you’re the one who taught me this, and you even stop me from trying the hallucinatory ones when we’re out camping.”
Curvo gave a hum of agreement. “We find it insulting to our intelligence to believe you could be so stupid all of a sudden.”
“So, what do you have to say for yourself?” Carnistir demanded. Maitimo could vaguely make out the orange glow of a lantern behind the blackness of the blindfold.
Curvo sighed in annoyance. “You were supposed to whip off the blindfold first and then shine the lantern in his face, Moryo.”
“Oh. Right,” Moryo said softly and sheepishly. “Should I do it now?”
“No! Not now that he knows the tactic! Just forget it.”
Though Curufinwë was the youngest of the three, a mere child nowhere near adolescence, he was the most calculated of the bunch and formed most of their plans.
“I’m very impressed with your intimidation tactics,” Maitimo told them. “Much improved since last time. But I will never talk.”
There was a long, drawn out silence before Carnistir growled, “Wrong answer.”
Maitimo heard some more shuffling movement before a cupful of ice-cold water splatted onto his lap, and he yelped.
“Feel that?” said Tyelko. “There’s a lot more where that came from. How would you like it if one of your pretty new curls took that?”
Maitimo cringed, but gritted his teeth and said nothing. Joke’s on you, he thought. Aranya can do my hair like that again tomorrow, suckers. The most unpleasant part would be enduring the icy temperature of the water, but he’d endure it for the sake of protecting the lady’s identity.
“You rascals are going to ruin Uncle Nolo’s furniture, and he’s not going to be happy about it,” he said dully.
“You really think we’re going to dump a bucket on you or something?” Curvo huffed in annoyance. “Come on, Nelyo, we’re not stupid. No. All we have to do is dip your hair in the bucket, one curly lock at a time, if and until you talk.”
“Which I won’t, so you might as well not waste your time.”
There was another tense silence before Curufinwë said coldly, “So be it.”
At least the brothers spoke the truth in that they didn’t dump their bucket of cold water right on Maitimo’s head. Maitimo felt them grab one of the locks, and then he felt a couple of cold droplets on his shoulder and chest. Tyelko took off the blindfold long enough for Maitimo to see the sad, limp lock, and then he replaced the blindfold.
“Any change of heart?” Tyelko asked.
Maitimo shook his head, refusing to say another word.
So the brothers continued to soak his hair in the cold water one lock at a time, continually probing him with questions, but he refused to answer any of them. It wasn’t long before he began to shiver as the wet hair clung to his chest and back, and by the time the brothers were done, his teeth were chattering. But his lips remained sealed.
The three brothers exchanged an unnerved glance. Normally, Maitimo readily told them whatever he was up to, sometimes even spoiling surprises he planned for their begetting days. And their ruining his hairstyle was perhaps the meanest and most unpleasant thing they’d done so far, yet he still wouldn’t talk.
“Clearly I’m not going to tell you anything,” Maitimo said between shivers. “Can you leave me alone now and let me clean up? And warm up?”
The brothers whispered to each other before Curvo muttered, “I suppose.”
Was it just Maitimo’s imagination, or was that a twinge of guilt in his voice?
The brothers removed his blindfold and untied his wrists. Tyelko, avoiding Maitimo’s gaze, handed him a dry towel. Maitimo sighed with annoyance, squeezing the water out of his hair as his brothers all silently filed out of the room.
“What was that?” Moryo whispered as they walked down the hallway. “Normally he lets us practice our tactics at first, and he puts on a stubborn show of resistance before eventually talking. Why didn’t he talk this time? It must be serious.”
“I think… I think it’s a girl,” Tyelko said, his voice and eyes somber.
Moryo and Curvo scoffed at him, but he continued, “Think about it! We all know he acts strangely around níssi. It has to be the only explanation. Besides,” he lowered his voice and grinned widely, “I think I know who it is. I saw him, yesterday, become an absolute awkward wreck in front of somebody.”
“Well then,” said Curvo, “there’s only one way to find out for sure.”
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This is my contribution for Day 1 of T&M Week! This is an excerpt from Ill Chances and Strange Fates, Chapter 3. So, Maitimo started to train his brothers in the art of war at an early age, even though it was only under the guise of a game at first. And after all the calculations and strategies from Curufin and Caranthir, Tyelko was the one to accurately pinpoint the reason for Maitimo's weird mood. This goes to show how well Tyelko understands Timo, despite their many differences. Hope you enjoyed this, and if you liked it, please feel free to check out the rest of the fic!
@tyelkoandtimo-week Day 2: Loyal Companions
Rating: G
Pairings: None.
Summary: A brother’s love, and a gift.
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To the Crown Prince of the Crown Prince, Nelyafinwë Maitimo.
Please follow the hyena. I have a query regarding your brother.
Oromë.
To say Maitimo was concerned was an understatement.
Tyelkormo was a free spirit at the best of times, and the House of Fëanaro had come to the consensus that learning under Orome would be a good outlet for the young prince, so often stifled by court traditions and royal politics. It wasn’t that Tyelko didn’t have the brains or charisma for it, rather the opposite. His mind was so active, so alert, that within a few months he had clocked the courtiers to be wary of, who to watch, who could be an ally… and who could most easily be manipulated.
Between him and Makalaurë, Maitimo had his hands full. But Laurë soon found a new hobby learning sea music from the Teleri, and only last month, Tyelko had been personally scouted by Oromë.
For Maitimo to now receive a personal summons by the Vala did not bode well.
The hyena, most likely a Maia of some sort, or a personal companion of the Valar, waited patiently. The redhead had never been so unnerved.
“Please lead on?”
Bowing it’s head, the animal led the way to the wild forests of Aman.
Sighing, Maitimo silently hoped the Maia had the consideration to remember elves did in fact need rest, food, and sleep. He had often found himself the… middle-elf of sorts between the Valar and his father, a role inherited from his mother and encouraged by his grandfather, and was familiar with the likes of Nienna and Irmo. Both meant well, but after the fourth three-day trip with a translucent waif of a Maia sprinting through trees and rocks, he had firmly told them if they didn’t inform their guides on the needs of a living, breathing creature, he would no longer be able to play this role.
Turned out Nienna had warned her brother of this. He, being a little brother, hadn’t taken her seriously.
It had been an eye opener to the workings of these great beings, and Maitimo found himself losing much of the trepidation these trips entailed.
He was in luck this time. Oromë’s meeting spot was only a few hours from the palace, and the hyena had been happy to take a few breaks on the way so Maitimo could eat, drink, and find some shade as the day grew hotter.
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Oromë, according to Tyelkormo, was wild as the creatures he hunted.
The Vala rarely stuck to one form, often an amalgamation of animals with a few near disturbing elf-like additions. He had an elven form… of sorts. But he didn’t like it. As it were, he must have been feeling generous today, sticking with an elven body, a bone mask of some carnivorous animal Tyelko would no doubt be able to name and list several fact about, and was draped in furs and wraps across his body.
He nodded at Maitimo as the redhead approached, leaping down from the top of the tree with a loud thump, then rubbing the hyena’s head. The animal shook itself off and bounded into the forest with a high pitched shriek.
Huh, maybe it was just an animal…
“Apologies for short notice, young Prince, but I found myself struck with an unexpected deadline.”
The bad feeling in Maitimo’s chest intensified.
Tell me you didn’t Tyelko…
“Tyelkormo has proven to be an… unexpected challenge. And while I welcome any challenge, this one is more difficult than anticipated. I require some clarification.”
The Prince found himself aware of every breath. Every shift of the branches, the whispers of the wind.
Little brother, what have you done.
Bowing low, Maitimo felt more than heard a grieved hum reverberating through the ground and found himself stumbling, only sheer force of will keeping him upright.
“Please, there is no need for these formalities, Nelyafinwë.”
The Hunter was said to be attuned to emotions. Perhaps he was trying to ease the blow-
“My Lord, please-“
“Oromë is fine.”
“…Oromë. Please. If Tyelko has done anything, please tell me what I can do. I know he can be… difficult… and he struggles to still his mind, but he loves the Hunt and he loves learning from you. If there are reparations to be made, offences to be soothed, I will personally handle it.”
Maitimo pushed down his panic at the blank mask watching him, determined to keep composure. To sound like his grandfather assured as he hammered out a new trade deal with Olwë. The gentle determination as he soothed ruffled feathers when Fëanaro once again insulted the Vanyar’s royal family.
“I will bear the consequences, but do not take Tyelkormo off your Hunt-“
A scream cut him off.
The Prince fell into a low crouch, eyes darting left and right as the screaming got louder and louder, threatening to deafen him even as he covered his ears. It was only when a heavy hand landed on his shoulder that he realised it was coming from the Vala himself.
Oromë was laughing.
Maitimo soon found himself standing a little awkwardly as he calmed and took off his bone mask to reveal black and brown eyes, dark brown skin, and white teeth pulled into a wide grin.
“With a brother like you, it’s no wonder Tyelkormo is so fearless.”
He chuckled again as Maitimo’s ears went red. But he wouldn’t be distracted by praises, not when his little brother’s future was at risk. Oromë lifted a hand before he could say anything, black eyes creased.
“Be at ease, young prince, I have no intention to get rid of my best hunter. Rather the opposite.” The Vala called out a low whistle, and several animals walked out the forest: a horse, a lion, an elk, a fox, and a large hound. “I wanted to give him a gift.” He cocked his head. “And I think you’ve just answered my question.”
Maitimo reddened further as Oromë nodded at him, respect in ancient eyes.
“Loyalty begets loyalty. Huan will be well suited to a group of brothers who love each other enough to bargain with the Valar.” Oromë waved a hand, and all but the hound faded into the darkness. “What say you, my friend?”
A loud woof shook the ground.
“Then I think our first order of business should be returning our hunter’s older brother home.”
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Two days later, when Tyelko came home with an enormous hound, proudly declaring his name was Huan, he was a gift from Oromë, and he would grow even bigger-
Maitimo walked in to a blur of silver and a bone-crushing hug.
“Oromë told me everything, ‘timo. Thank you.”
He squeezed back just as hard.
“Anything for my little brother.”
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Old concept art for the vibes :)
We all know Maedhros is a redhead, but what kind of red hair do you imagine him to have?
Light ginger/strawberry blonde
Unrealistic fantastical Super Bright Flaming Red
Classic orangey-copper red hair
Auburn/dark brown with glints of copper (the book accurate color)
Deep mahogany/burgundy (also unrealistic but hey)
Something else (tell us in the notes!)
Though the topic of Maedhros' hair color isn't widely debated-- mainly since Tolkien actually did specifically tell us in HoME the exact hair color of Mahtan, Nerdanel, Maedhros and the twins-- there are still many interpretations of Maedhros' exact hair color out there in fanart. Besides, his hair is so gorgeous, it's fun to talk about exactly what kind of red it is!
T&M Week is coming up fast, starting July 4th! Be sure to show us your fanart, fic, or headcanon describing Maitimo's hair color in lavish detail!
you TAKE brother?! you take him away like the morgoth?! oh! oh! Jail for healer! Jail for healer for One Thousand Years!!!
~Tyelko, upon the very reasonable suggestion from Elion the healer that Tyelko needs to let go of Maitimo for a moment so Elion can bandage his arm.
This is artwork by me (@sadtimo), cartoonishly illustrating a moment from my and @tinwe-the-local-assassin 's fanfic, Twilight Amidst the Everlasting Darkness. This story is our favorite out of the collabs we've done with each other for many reasons. But for me, a big reason why it's my favorite is because of (a) the hurt-comfort, which I am a sucker for; and (b) the way said hurt-comfort solidified the way we write Tyelko and Timo's dynamic as brothers. Before we wrote this story, I had never gotten to explore Tyelko and Maitimo with an affectionate relationship. If anything, I saw them as highly antagonistic to each other due to the clash between Tyelko's hot temper and Maitimo's diplomatic skills. But then when @tinwe-the-local-assassin brought out a side of Celegorm I had never seen before— super cuddly and clingy to his brother— my outlook on their dynamic totally changed!
I like to call this fanfic Arda's Most Miserable Camping Trip. Without spoiling too much, this is a particularly miserable scene in which some chilly rain and blustering wind just started up, and our bois have no shelter. Maitimo is struggling to survive from deadly poison, a gashed up arm and broken leg. Tyelko's having a bunch of unpleasant feelings regarding his failure to save Maitimo from Angband. Good times! :D
We can't wait to share more of this fic with you during T&M Week— which is a little more than a month away now! Will you be joining us?
