Photo, mua — The King
So here they come. Brothers…
Maedhros at Himring waiting for his brothers.
There Maedhros in time was healed; for the fire of life was hot within him, and his strength was of the ancient
world, such as those possessed who were nurtured in Valinor. His body recovered from his torment and became hale,
but the shadow of his pain was in his heart; and he lived to wield his sword with left hand more deadly than his right
had been, if you know what I mean.
After the Nírnaeth Arnoediad, the sons of Feanor, seeking a new army to fight Morgoth, urged all of the elves to immediate have as much sex as possible to restore their numbers. “I know we’re all depressed” said Maedhros. “But try to take your mind off of that and just fuck. Anyone, I don’t care, we need babies, fast. I hooked up with 5 girls on my way to this town just now, so get going!”
Each of them took to himself a Silmaril, for they said: ‘Since one is lost to us, and but two remain, and we two alone of our brothers, so is it plain that fate would have us share the heirlooms of our father.’