Here's my first attempt at a Silmarillion fan-fic, more of a drabble actually. It sounded good in my head, but I don't know how it'll look written. I sincerely hope you enjoy and please review.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, they all belong to Tolkien
Note: Maedhros is still alive in this fic and Himring is still, miraculously, standing after the War of Wrath while the rest of the continent is at the bottom of the sea.
"Whoa is me..." thought Maglor sullenly as he stared at the vast landscape coming to fruition beyond the reaches of his high tower. Numenor was coming along splendidly under the rule of Elros's children, and all was prosperous in the city; all was not prosperous in Maglor's heart.
Maglor suspected that the insanity of his line was something hereditary, passed from first-born to first-born. Just as his father had been insane, so did Maglor find, was his elder brother Maedhros.
"When I feel sad and lonely,
My brother he would come,
He'd make me fell less lonely..."
Sung Maglor quietly before,"Be silent jewel, Lord Maedhros comes!" was yelled by one of the guards through Maglor's locked door, making him sigh. "My TRUE brother will never come. Never again..."
The elf whispered sadly. True to the man's words, the door to the chamber slammed open admitting one Lord of Himring. Maglor was never allowed to speak in Maedhros's presence because his brother had become so set on completing his quest that he had created a living, breathing Silmaril- Maglor himself.
The day that the bothers had held the sacred stones in their own hands and been burned by their holy light had been the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back. Maedhros had become frighteningly empty after that moment, and would have thrown himself into the writhing tongues of flame with Feanor's precious jewel if it hadn't have been for Maglor. Maglor pleaded with his brother to stay, to not leave him alone in an ever changing world where reality would be meaningless. Maedhros looked at him with a fey glint in his eye then, and replied,"Changing? My beautiful, shining love. This world does not change, for you are of the trees and thus do not change."
"But brother..." Maglor would have started had Maedhros not savagely back-handed the bard. "Gems do not speak!" He yelled.
Maglor shivered at the memory as his elder sibling petted his diamond strewn, black mantle and stroked his white encased thighs. "Oh, my pretty..." Maedhros whispered in awe. "So beautiful, so MINE." The word sent a bolt through Maglor's heart. "mine...Mine...MINE..." Maglor repeated it, over, and over, and over in his head long after his deranged sibling had left. And then he wept, for this was the cruelest punishment that could be offered for his foul deeds. Maglor had become the hunted, the sought after, the Jewel that killed hundreds.
Hope you liked it, check my Deviantart account for fanart of the story if you want to see Maglor's outfit.