Fingon wouldn't believe it. He couldn't believe it. And yet, he had to. The proof was staring him right in the face. Maedhros was gone, quite possibly locked somewhere in Morgoth's dungeons - suffering and alone - while Maglor sat back and refused to do anything(1). He knew his siblings and his father would be worried about him, but he didn't care. Hopefully, they just thought he was moping because Maedhros hadn't wanted to see him or something crazy like that. The only moping he had been doing finished hours ago and he was plotting now. Hatching together a plan to save his beloved cousin and dearest friend. Maglor might be willing to leave Maedhros in the hands of Morgoth, but Fingon would be damned before he just sat back in comfort while his cousin suffered. He had been putting together a plan for hours now and it was basically complete.
"Fingon! Fingon, where are you?!" His father's frantic calls reached Fingon's ears and he sighed before standing up to go put a rest to his father's fears for now.
Before he left, however, he turned to face the imposing cliffs not so far off into the distance. "I'm coming Maitimo," He whispered, "Hold on. I'm coming."
Fingolfin found his oldest son's bed empty the next morning. It had not been slept in. And Fingon was on his way to Thangorodrim(2). He would not return without Maedhros.
A/N 1: I'm not hating on Maglor here. These are just Fingon's thoughts. Not mine. Just wanted to clear that up for any clueless gits reading this.
A/N 2: If you don't know what this place is ... I'm not going to say anything even though there are quite a few clueless comments I would really like to make. (Maglor is deleting them when I type them. level-headed git. *ow* I just got a smack for that comment) If you don't know what or where Thangorodrim is or it's significance in The Silmarillion, I suggest that you stop reading Silmarillion stuff and don't start up again until you've really read said book. :D
