Starter Sentence: "Each morning, I wake up with him on my mind and pain in my heart."

Warnings: Russingon. That's Maedhros/Fingon otherwise known as SLASH. If that bothers you, read something else. Just FYI, not all my stories as slash, I have others for those of you who aren't comfortable reading it or don't ship Russingon. I'm actually writing a Silmarillion/Avengers crossover right now and so is my friend. We are the only people (last I checked) who have a story in that crossover category and for a time; I was the only one. XD I felt special. Okay, I will shut up now and let you read.

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Each morning, I wake up with him on my mind and pain in my heart. Heat on my cheeks and then the cold sets in. Cold; always cold here. The only warmth comes from he in my dreams. But surely, he no longer desires to have anything to do with me. True, he did once, but he abandoned me and my father's host to certain death. That's not love. I dread seeing him once we finally reach the end of this shifting and freezing hell and I look forward to it at the same time. He is the only thing keeping me warm after all. When we reach our destination, I go straight to them, only to discover that he is gone. I return, beginning to wonder if he not only kept me warm, but I've been keeping him cold. And I realize. I have to know. What, I'm not sure. I just have to. And so I go…

He kept me warm on the ice, kept me from freezing as I lay there.
I kept him cold in the pits of Angband, kept his soul from being consumed in evil's flame.
And at last, I understand. And I know. He would always love me and I would always love him. Our souls were bound together.