Maedhros Russandol Maitimo Nelyfinwe
Stupendously tall was he,
taller than his own father
brushing the towering height
of his maternal grandfather,
and like his mother's father
and his mother after him
his mane of billowing hair flared
in long silky multitudes of red,
blood orange, gold, bronze, and copper
dancing, unfurling, in silken waves;
a flickering beacon of untamed flames.
His eyes were the sharp, gleaming silver
of Telperion's shining attire,
blazing with a ferociously
intense light bursting with fire,
very much like his sire.
His height and frame
finely shaped like his name
was like his maternal grandfather.
His skin was smooth and fair as alabaster
with a sheen of bronze and gold,
the shifting complexion of his father,
though his mood was more mild and patient
warm and unwaveringly firm like his mother.
From both to him they conceived their fire
yet from his father came the roots of his vengeful ire.
And although the mixed image of them he was,
neither was he his mother, nor was he his sire.