I am literally one of those high strung Respect Our Troops middle aged dads but about Frodo Baggins. If you hate on him I'm gonna pivot into a lecture about everything he's fought for and sacrificed and how you wouldn't last a day in his circumstances and
having one of those executive function days where everything is too many steps
The Kings of the Noldor do not cut their hair so long as they reign. But before taking the throne, each king-to-be cuts his hair in mourning for his predecessor.
Elven hair grows very, very slowly.
Finwë dies surrounded by an ocean of raven-dark hair, spilling around him as blood. Gil-galad's ankle-length hair smolders as fine silver ribbons tossed into fire.
Fingolfin, riding to Morgoth's gate with fire in his eyes, tucks his dark waist-length braid into helm.
Turgon's dark braids fail just over his shoulders as he takes up his great-sword for the last time. Fingon's curls, too short to braid, spill out of his helm fall in his eyes, sticking his bloodied cheeks.
Fëanor had cut his hair unusually short in mourning of his beloved father; had hewed messily at the braids until his scalp was visible through the uneven tufts of hair. It looks much the same when he dies, the bald spots barely covered.
Morgoth cannot cut Maedhros's hair when he captures him, for Maedhros has already done the job himself.
Congratulations to the happy couple!
Mr Fingon and Mr Maedhros were joined in matrimony on Midsummer in the Shire. Paladin Took officiated the ceremony and they had a lovely reception with Gandalf supplying the fireworks. Bilbo Baggins gave them a set of silver spoons for a wedding gift--this was clearly done to spite Lobelia
Thank you to @starsofarda for the amazing idea!
(I know Mae should be taller but I drew this really quickly and wasn't thinking)