Maglor/Maedhros: Modern au

A/N: This is kinda a modern au kinda not. I wanted to explore the idea of Maglor surviving through the ages, and him finding Maedhros who was reborn. I tried to get in Maglor's head so it might be a little confusing. There are implications of incest in this so if that upsets you please don't read this.

Maglor had no idea why he looked up at that moment, later much later he would be glad (ecstatic, relieved, overjoyed) that he had. What ever it was, the glimmer of hair that was red (fire, copper, blood) or just the faintest sense of a almost (never, not once, nowhere near) forgotten fire.

He froze there less than twenty feet away was him (Maedhros Maitimo Nelyo). He looked the same, grey eyes that it was so so easy to get lost in, freckles on his cheeks and nose, his mouth curled into a faint smile that he always wanted to taste but never had the courage to. All he had to do was move and he could easily touch him. He could hold (protect cherish kiss) him. Yet all he could do was stare, his mind screamed at him to move. For the first time in years (decades centuries ages) he could feel the life, and warmth of one of his family.

The other (Nelyo always Nelyo) turned as though he could feel eyes focused on him. Nelyo's grey eyes widened and filled with emotion (was it shock love joy what was it?) and he took a hesitant step towards him.

Maglor took a step back, why why was he looking at him like that? He wasn't the one who had died (jumped into fire slain by swords shot with arrows) so why was he being looked at like he was the ghost? He was more alive than the other, the heat of the flames still haunted his dreams at times sometimes mixing with the burning of the ships.

Grey eyes showed a flicker of hurt (don't, I didn't mean to hurt you, never you) causing him to stop. Nelyo reached out slowly as though he would bolt at any sudden movement. He hesitantly caught the other's hand in his own and held it. (Real this was real!) The hand he was holding was used to pull him closer. Once the other decided he was close enough he wrapped his arms around him. Maglor buried his face against the other's shoulder. (The fabric was warm, soft, and smelled like cinnamon and smoke.)

He trembled slightly fighting back tears (joy relief Nelyo was really there it was not some illusion.) still clinging to his hand. Nelyo ran his other hand (It was back? How?) up and down his back still holding him securely. Maglor gave a muffled sob and cried now clinging to the other's shirt. Nelyo held him until he was done crying. Maglor leaned against him exhausted, but unwilling to let go. (Don't leave, stay, need you here.)

With a soft chuckle Nelyo picked him up, cradling him in his arms. He leaned against him, hands still curled in his shirt, and looked at his face. Nelyo's eyes were happy and peaceful, and his mouth was curved into a soft smile. (HIS smile he never gave that smile to anyone else) Maglor memorized how he looked again, (never thought it would happen before the world's end) and leaned up to kiss him. Nelyo stopped stunned almost dropping him. Maglor pulled back and closed his eyes bowing his head.

"Kana, look at me." Nelyo requested. Maglor could never refuse a request from Nelyo, and looked at him. Nelyo kissed him gently, then as he pulled back he smiled again. "I missed you, so much Kana."

"Missed you too." Maglor buried his face against Nelyo's shoulder again. "No leaving me again."

"No, not again." Nelyo's voice held the power of an oath, and Maglor nodded tiredly against his shoulder. It might not be much but it was a start.