Prompt 125: Picture 63
Prompt 60: Starter Sentence - "_ didn't know what to do. He really didn't. He had always followed. Now he was being forced to lead."
Maglor didn't know what to do. He really didn't. He had always followed. Now he was being forced to lead. And regardless of what his brothers - anyone - thought, he didn't want to keep leading. The only reason he refused to send anyone was because it was suicide. He didn't want to lose anyone else. It was bad enough that Maedhros was gone.
But no one understood. They all hated him, and he hated himself. The years flew by and before Maglor knew it, Maedhros had been gone for thirty-five years. Every night, he prayed that Maedhros was dead. That was the only mercy that his beloved older brother could have. Yet somehow, he always knew that Maedhros was still alive and still suffering and he hated himself for being afraid and cautious even more. Every night, he prayed for someone to be braver then he was and for that someone to save his brother.
And when the news reached them that Fingon had vanished, the night before yelling because no one cared about Maedhros' fate; Maglor hated himself all the more for it, he was grateful. Grateful that he would not have to be the one to wander into a foreign and dangerous land.
And he cursed himself over and over and over again for it, but he also hated Fingon for forcing him to face Maedhros once he brought him back alive.