Lionheart

By Archet

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Silmarillion. I also do not own the lyrics or title, which belong to Of Monsters and Men (I hope they don't mind. You guys are awesome!). This is based off a tumblr post, but I don't know how to post links so…try to find it on your own? :p


Taking over this town, they should worry

But these problems aside I think I've taught you well.


"Ready?" the older Elf asked of the younger.

"Yes!" chirped a young Fingon excitedly.

"Okay." Maedhros whistled, "Go!"

The elfling jumped off the short wall, landing in a roll. Pulling out a short sword, he pretended to kill the invisible enemies, providing his own side effects.

"Here comes a Balrog!" called the red-headed Elf cheerfully, "It's on your left, Fingon!"

"Got it." He swept a low blow to the imaginary Balrog's bottom, (hopefully) catching it off its guard.

He continued to skip around, killing orcs, goblins, and wolves with each step like it was nothing.

Elves have good memories.

Maedhros never forgot that day.

And he never forgave.

Hundreds of years later, Fingon met Ecthelion in the Halls of Mandos.

They wept and wept, the two of them, while Fëanor watched from a corner.

Far, far away in Middle Earth wept Maedhros alongside them.