Note: I've always loved Maeglin and was wounded deeply when it was him who betrayed Gondolin but he couldn't be evil! So I have written good reasoning for him! Due to my hunger for reviews (yes they do taste very nice actually) I'm posting this chapter by chapter and waiting until I have 2 reviews for each chapter (there are 4 chapters) yes I am mean. Its called emotional bribery…more commonly blackmail : ) heh
Enjoy and cry for him!
The Wretched
Maeglin waited for her, he knew she'd go past. He knew where she went, where she liked to be. He fingered the strands of dark silver metal in his hands, careful not to mark it; it was a masterpiece…the small white gems forming flowers along the thin chain. It reminded him of her; the delicacy.
Hiding in the shadows of one of the magnificent, white buildings Maeglin watched the elves passing by, until he saw her.
"My Lady!" he called to her before she could continue walking away. She turned to look for who called her, realising she would not see him standing in the shade, Maeglin stepped out into the sunlight. Eagerly, he ran towards her, desperate to be near her.
"Maeglin," her greeting was curt; no emotion was carried in it but he dismissed this as her beauty clouded his thoughts.
"I have made something new," he said, enthusiastically holding the necklace out for her to see. The gems sparkled in the sunlight and Maeglin marvelled at the way they reflected in her eyes.
"It is beautiful" she praised him, he had inherited a lot of his fathers skill and underneath she prayed that his mothers personality would hold true in him. She looked at him and found him staring at her, those empty, dark eyes. Hurriedly she looked away that stare unnerved her and she had noticed it more frequently of late.
Maeglin was vaguely aware of the discomfort he was causing but couldn't tear his eyes away from her perfect form. He wanted…no desired to touch her…to kiss her, to have her as his own. Why did he have to be born of such close kinship? Why did she seem to shy away from him and avoid the shadows he stayed in? Noticing she was still there, his bitter thoughts melted away again. Offering the necklace out to her he spoke again
"It is a gift," he explained. Silence. Her breath left her in a sigh of uncertainty; she began to try and speak but the attempt failed. The meaning behind his stares was revealed to her and she worried.
"Idril!" she turned thankfully at the sound of her name being called and saw Tuor running towards her. "Idril! You have to come quickly – I have a surprise for you!" Relieved, Idril briefly turned back to Maeglin and hastily said farewell before running towards Tuor.
Maeglin watched her run from him…anger, bitterness, jealously and sorrow filled him. His hands shook as he tightly clenched his fists. The necklace was crushed, the jewels upon it dug into his skin and he opened his fist and let the ruined thing fall to the floor in pieces. Tears gathered above his eyelids, and his vision blurred; he could no longer see her.