A realization that strikes them each rather differently, as it transpires.
“You’re churning,” Makalaurë observed, as Maitimo did another length of the carpet. “If you keep it up like that you’re going to wear a spot in Grandmother’s rug and you know Father will get the pained line between his brows.”
“Grandmother’s carpets don’t wear,” said Maitimo, executing another pivot and striding back towards the hearth. “Valar, perhaps I should take a page from her book and just sleep until I am never seen again.”
“That’s a little overwrought,” said Makalaurë, a phrase which from his mouth would usually be enough to shake Maitimo from his turmoil to observe dramatic irony in action. “So you have been kissing Findekáno in the garden, so what?”
“Not just in the garden,” said Maitimo, running a hand through his hair and then stopping as it reminded him of Findekáno’s touch. And not just kissing, he didn’t add. “Also on the veranda, by the canal, under the bridge, next to the peach vendor…”
“So what? What of that is so bad that you need to banish yourself to Námo’s realm rather than continue? I know it’s embarrassing to have an infatuation, especially with someone so…buoyant, but it’s not like Findekáno’s hideous.”
That brought Maitimo to a halt. “He’s not hideous at all,” he said, frowning. “Why would one be embarrassed to be seen with him? He is handsome and well-built, noble and full of life, fun-loving and kind, and why say you ‘buoyant’ as if it is something shameful? He has energy, certainly, but it is of the sort that uplifts rather than wearies and a quality most befitting a prince. Stop laughing,” he said, annoyed, as Makalaurë chortled from the divan. “It is not the optics that concern me – well, not entirely – but it is precisely what you say!”
“What do I say,” said Makalaurë, composing himself.
“Infatuation,” said Maitimo wretchedly. “To him I am but an early crush realized, a light and happy affair to look back on fondly when we are old and wed to others. I thought I could bear it, could stand to suffer the kisses and – and other things, by the peaches and so on, but…”
“But?” prompted Makalaurë, his smile fading.
“I think I love him.” Maitimo sank down, missing the ottoman by a good foot, and landed on Míriel’s weaving with a clatter of long limbs. He folded forward and buried his head in his arms. “Help me, whatever shall I do? He cannot know, he mustn’t, I should not put such pressures on him but brother…” Maitimo lifted red-rimmed eyes. “I cannot take this torment much longer.”
“So,” said Irissë, running wax over her bowstring. “You and Maitimo, eh. How’s that going?”
“Excellent,” said Findekáno, wiping glue from his fletching. “I shall marry that man someday.”
Update: Legolas’ pupils are about 3.5 cm wide each. Now drawing kawaii Legolas on physics assignment.
And they told you science was no fun.
Science!
I’m going to do it. I’m going to hand it in.
Legolas’s pupil size isn’t the problem here, though. 5 leagues is 17.262 miles. The curvature of the Earth means that for a person of average height, the visual horizon is less than three miles away. Even if your vision is telescopic and the atmosphere is perfectly clear, you can’t see around the planet. If they were standing on a hill, it would have to be at LEAST 198 feet above sea level in order to see the horizon at 17.2 miles away, with nothing tall in between. Which, knowing Rohan, isn’t impossible.
But consider: Elven satellite eyeballs.
you mean like
@sidereanuncia it’s back, the post that I can only imagine haunts your nightmares
I shall never find peace.
Also, for what it’s worth, there’s absolutely no reason to believe that the curvature of Middle Earth is the same as that of Earth.
There’s no evidence that Middle Earth curves.
Yeah there is. The Silmarillion states that the world was curved after the fall of Numenor (I believe), preventing access to Valinor. But Elves (among others) can travel the straight path across it.
So middle earth is round, but not for Elves because magic.
So wait, the reason he can see that far is because Elves just have the ability to ignore the curve of the earth? That’s awesome. It also means that no matter how good your optics got, you would always want elf eyes manning the spyglass because they can see arbitrarily far while everybody else is limited by this ‘horizon’ bullshit.
Oh thank God, my poor elf prince has seen too much in this post
Elves are flat-earthers
This post went from amusing to horrifying, to be brought back down to amusing, sprinkled in with some cannon explanation, and then you leave me here in fucking outrage
Okay so I did not know only a year had passed between these events. It was Maedhros who negotiated the land things, I believe.
Dude went from half-dead in Angband right back to being a fantastic leader within ONE YEAR and honestly, dude was like, prolly writin letter and getting briefings while in a hospital bed, dude,,,,
further reasons why I dislike Broken Pity Puddle interpretations of post-Thangorodrim Mae
this guy sat down in his hospital bed and rearranged the politics of an entire continent via snail mail and if that aint the most badass shit idek
you’re right he is so feanor’s son
Hmm.
These are Points to Consider.
I fucking love Maedhros. I know he’s a bit problematic to have as a favorite character, but godDAMN does he do it well.
I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again, Maedhros is a fucking badass. He probably started working again early with the power of spite alone fueling him
Maedhros, immediately after having his hand cut off: so fingon what’s up hows the stock market hows the housing development
He was cut down off the mountain and he’s like “Whelp guess I’m gonna live. Hey Finno how’s the treasury looking?”
“We have 32 cents and a ball of lint.”
“ErU ILLuvaTAR! The war won’t pay for itself! Get my broker on the line!”
“Russo I am your broker.”
Maedhros be like „I have an oath to uphold get thee gone from my hospital bed“
“Sir you’ve lost three pints of blood.” “But mY OATH!!”
Maglor: Brother, your hand–
Maedhros: can do better running an army hanging off a cliff than you can in 30 years!!!
*whisper* he’s right tho
fingolfin: which one of us is the high king of the noldor here
maedhros, leading the first line of defense against morgoth, negotiating land rights for all three houses of the noldor in beleriand, orchestrating political and military unions with other races, and keeping 5 brothers from murdering everyone else on the continent:
I got an anon prompting me for more Fingros. I’ll get to it soon (…it’s a good prompt!) but clearly I’ve been letting the side down so here’s some garbage I wrote ages ago for partner in crime @imindhowwelayinjune while we were doing Treat Me Soft. It’s literally just this but with the OTP. Sorry not sorry.
“Alright,” Fingon said, hoping he sounded soothing and not vaguely panicked. The surgeries were done. No complications, the healers had assured him. Everything had gone as well as could be expected and Maedhros was as healthy as anyone in his situation could be. Which was not close to healthy enough, Fingon thought, his heart aching. “Eat the lembas.“
I just want to say that in the entirety of the Silmarillion, my favorite line is, and always will be, this one:
“Then Beren sprang from before Celegorm full upon the speeding horse of Curufin that had passed him; and the Leap of Beren is renowned among Men and Elves”
These losers told multiple stories about how Luthien’s boyfriend jumped really far that one time yet don’t even tell us the name of Elros Tar-Minyatur’s wife I stg if that isn’t a flashing neon announcement that these histories are haphazard yarns with no sense of proportion full of gaping holes of unimaginably significant and influential backstory that everyone should feel invited to fill to your heart’s content I don’t know what is
the thing I also love about this is like. Do we think Beren and Luthien told anyone about “that time Beren jumped really high”? Do we think that even registered on the roster of shit dealt with that day. No! What has to have happened is Celegorm verbally shitposted for fifty years to the tune of that one long reblog chain about ~humans being freaky aliens who survive amputation and head injuries, and then to his immense dismay people listened while he did it
Maglor abruptly gets up from the table. “Where are you going, I haven’t even got to the part where Curufin shot him” “I HAVE TO SCORE AN ACTION SCENE”
We’ve all seen the Rio coverage, we all know that a man jumping kinda high > the personhood of women
fuckin,,,if i see 1 more post about the ‘helpless firstborn’ or w/e im gonna lose my shit. firstborn more like freakborn this one time one of em jumped like a gd frog or flea or something you know those things that can jump a million times their own size and it made it i shit you not across an entire clearing onto a goddamn horse and i was just there like dude wat,, are you fuckin kidding me with this???? imho i think all these stories abut them being ‘delicate’ and ‘prone to weakness’ and ‘get germs’ or wev are stories they make up themselves for pity or maybe to fuck wit us because this freak flea-ass motherfucker made a leap all the way onto my bros horse like it was nbd and this was after i thought i put the bastard dOWN
and then i come on this goddamn site and see sjws posting about edain rights and i,m like u kidding, yeah, RIGHTS TO GET OFF MY BROS GD HORSE AND GIVE MY COAT BACK smh
Thingol: BUT WHAT DOES A CHEEKY KINSLAYING *MEAN* IT HAS TO HAVE A MEANING
Finrod: mate it’s hard to explain mate it’s just like one day you’ll be wif your host having a look in aq and you might fancy a hike over the ‘Raxe but your lad feanor who’s an absolute ledge and the high king of banterbury will be like ‘brevs let’s have a cheeky kinslaying instead.” and you’ll think ‘Top. Let’s smash it.”
#and that’s how Quenya got banned (@thelioninmybed)
just moving along like everyone else 