Author's Notes Please Read:

So I am starting a new series that involves some of the sons of Fëanor because I believe they are very interesting, grey and controversial characters unlike other Tolkien characters that are either perfectly good or perfectly bad. Fëanor's two oldest sons especially have caught my attention for quite some time and I have always wanted to write about Maedhros and Maglor redeeming themselves of their past with the help of outsiders. However, I have seen many Maglor fanfics so this story is going to be about Maedhros and a mortal girl.

My OC is going to be named Hireth. No, she is NOT Caucasian, she is Southeast Asian but acquired a Western name for convenience and easy usage. For those of you who ask how an Asian character could be used in Middle Earth; well, it is a small world with many ethnicities. People move in and about for a variety of reasons.

Also, the time setting of this story is that the world has already ended and that Middle Earth has been recreated with humans, elves, dwarves, hobbits, etc. all joined together without any evil creatures of any sort. The second music of the Ainur and Valar has been sung. Basically, I think Tolkien wants us to believe everyone is pretty much immortal now regardless of race so I will just go along with that oh-so-convenient theory, LOL.

Rated M for mild sexuality, violence and Hireth's foul mouth

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Tolkien's characters or works aside from Hireth.

Enjoy~

CHAPTER 1

I sat in front of the public forge, watching the craftsman hammer the delicate, silver head-piece like a hawk along with two other men I met a few days ago. Tinkering sounds danced in the air as the three of us huddled together at a small table, belonging to the local diner. People who happened to pass by our group gave us blatant, suspicious glances. An old man walked by with a child at his side. The little boy threw me a curious glance and I stared back unblinkingly. The man seemed to have noticed this and chided the boy before giving me a disapproving expression. I glared pointedly, but the response was ignored.

"Is that the one?" I asked; poking my thumb towards the unfinished mithril circlet the jewelry smith was inspecting. Gnarled and cracked lips smiled deviously at me.

"Ye. That would be the one, girl."

I narrowed my eyes warily at the piece of jewelry and back at the two middle-aged, disheveled looking men next to me. Both had dark, brown hair, sallow skin, sunken eyes and were dressed in mostly black.

"Why do you fellows need something like a circlet? What would you do with it?" I demanded. Not too long ago, I was wandering around the streets of Formenos, homeless and in weather-beaten, ragged-like clothes, did I encounter a small village of the edain. I looked for scraps of food I could find or anything of use relentlessly. Time went by and I began resorting to the act of theft. People are mostly ungenerous of nature after all and especially to strange looking foreigners from the East such as me. The firstborn's behavior towards foreigners was even worse than us mortals which should not come as a surprise given their disgusting haughty ways. Their ethereal beauty and unnatural grace does nothing to sooth my contempt at their so-called 'superior' race. I sneered at the thought.

Three days ago, I was doing my usual morning routine of stealing a piece of breakfast at the market square when I was caught by these men I am presently associating myself with. Instead of reporting me to the guards, however, they decided to use me to their advantage. It was most annoying and I knew I would not have been in this stupid situation if I had been more careful not to let myself be seen. How the two thugs would use me, I have yet to know which brings us to this gathering at the diner this afternoon.

"Oh come now, girl. What we do with the pretty little thing is none of your concern. Your only job is to snatch it away so that the high prince never receives it, and bring it to us." The shorter one of the two gave me a conspiratorial grin.

My breath got caught in my throat. The high prince?I figured the headpiece would have been made for some aristocrat or noble lord of some sort, but the high prince? Stealing and dishonest actions were not new to me, but I am seriously risking my life here, attempting to steal a prized possession from a royal person.

"The high prince? You want me to take that which belongs to a man whom has skilled guards and warriors all over Aman, protecting him meticulously and executing any criminals?!" I tried not to let my voice quiver, but the treacherous sound came out as a squeak instead.

They were nonplussed by my outrage and just blinked at me stupidly. The taller man answered me this time in a nonchalant manner which riled up my temper even more.

"Well, he was a high prince of the eldar from Valinor along with his father, Fëanor and some others, when Arda was still marred. Until that is he and his family decided to make the foolish decision of slaying their own kin of the Telerin and then all hell went lose of course, but that is elven business we don't associate ourselves with so we couldn't care less about them details. All we know was that he and his elven kin were the first ever to have walked upon Middle Earth and changed the world from there."

Okay…that explanation did absolutely nothing to calm my nerves. In fact, it made me panic even more if that was possible. I am now being told to steal from not just any royalty, but elven royalty.

"What do I get in return for this mess I am idiotic enough to get myself into?" I asked, narrowing my eyes into slits at the insane pair in front of me.

"Watch that tone of yours, girl. Do not forget that you are the thief here and we could be reporting you any time we want but we are not." One of them sneered down at me and I could smell his bad breath from my seat. I wrinkled my nose.

"And I could be reporting about you two discussing about stealing a crown from a damn prince!" I retorted bitingly. They were unfazed.

"Are you sure you want to do that, stupid woman?" The short one spat. "If you steal the crown for us, together, the three of us can have riches beyond our dreams. The price of the crown of a first born elf lord is worth more than a thousand men after all."

Why is it that elven possession is worth more than edain possession? How annoying that their things were accounted more valuable than ours. What is so great about them other than their immortality when Arda was imperfect?! It's not like we had a choice about our fates to begin with.

And riches beyond my dreams? That definitely sounded tempting. The delicious smell and sweet feeling of the metal coins filled my nose and touch. I would give and do anything to have a home, food and drink, nice-looking clothes to spend my eternal lonely life with. My mother always told me that I would grow up to marry a rich and handsome husband to give me comfort for the rest of my days as a child. Obviously, I gave up on that dream a long, long time ago when I kind of died…alone.

"How do I know you two are not lying and tricking that crown off me only to leave me with nothing?" I asked incredulously. I would be shamed and humiliated forever if the elves were kind enough to keep my head attached to my body that is.

"Girl, we do not have any proof to give you." The taller man rolled his eyes. "You will just have to steal the damn circlet and see the proof for yourself don't you?"

"And if I refuse?" I countered. They both scowled.

"If you are naïve enough to refuse us, foreigner, then you can be certain that we will make sure of telling the guards to arrest you for robbery. And don't think of selling us out for snipping a crown from the firstborn either. That will not work as we know our ways of bending the laws, but you will not get out of trouble as you are stranger to these lands."

This time, I scowled. To think that I was stupid enough to let myself get caught by these fucking bastards and now, about to do another dumb activity of taking-fancy-crown-from-fancy-elf-prince I do not know twat about with the possibility of getting arrested and killed was…ridiculous, if that is the right word.

"None of us have even introduced our names to each other." I said feeling like an idiot for not thinking about asking them earlier.

"I believe it would be best if we do not begin to do that. Things will definitely get into a disadvantage if we were to get personal, but we can always give you our fake aliases." Was the useless suggestion.

I internally groaned. In other words, if I were to get caught, I would not be able to sell them out. Damn. One of them looked at me with mild curiosity.

"I didn't think that a thief like you would be so distressed of a task such as this." I sucked in my retort and looked at the insane man. 'A task such as this?' Doesn't he know what he is saying?

"Don't think we are fools, girl. We know of your hatred and distain towards the elves. Shouldn't you be enjoying this deed rather than complain about it? This is an opportunity for you to actually go against them." He went on.

Yes, it is true I hate them and work against them any time I could, but…not like this. Even with my thieving and deceitful mind, I could not help but feel this task is a petty and pathetic way to do it. I quickly brushed off the thought, however.

"When do we start?" I asked reluctantly.

The men nodded towards the forgery.

"We start when the circlet is finished. The jewelry will be sent to a secluded mansion that belongs to the Fëanorians in Aman tomorrow morning at seven. Arrive here at dawn with the requirements of a thief, which you are."

The next morning, I arrived at the forge and waited. The fires from the reeking forge were already at work when I was there. I discreetly sat a store behind the forge waiting for the two thugs to arrive. By the time the two men showed themselves, the circlet was put into a regal mahogany box and wrapped up in a brown cloth.

From my corner, I saw someone stepping inside the forge and it appeared the person was speaking to the owner of the smith place. I tried to read their lips to no avail. A few moments later, the mysterious person stepped out holding the clothed box and was heading straight down her way. I ducked back behind the wall, but kept my watch on the person. As the person passed by, I could see it was an elven male, a delivery man for the royal house of firstborn perhaps. He wore simple clothes that blended in naturally with the secondborn folk and long brown hair that swayed as he walked back and forth.

The thugs gave me expectant looks and I quickly took after the male elf. With my light footsteps, not many people paid any attention to us although the elf did gave a few look-behinds, but I carefully hid before I could hazard a chance of being given away.

Stupid elf. He kept on gliding so gracefully without a clue that I was stalking him.

We arrived at the white, comely mansion of the Fëanorians a while later after miles of walking. It was highly difficult keeping up with fast elven feet and especially when trying not to be seen at the same time. In front of the white building, was a long yet slender bricked road that lead to the entrance. Surrounding the little road were vivid, green grasses that seemed to stretch on forever with little, trimmed plants and trees here and there.

I heard multiple soft footsteps behind me and my heart picked up a panicked pace. I hastily hid behind an evergreen tree. Two ellyn came up to the delivery elf and spoke in a language I did not care to know of. The delivery elf handed the clothed box to one of the elf and left as quickly as he came. One of the elven male had a mop of wavy, honey-blonde hair pulled back in a loose braid, and the other had long, lustrous black hair and a seemingly perpetual irritated expression.

Well that makes the two of us then, I dryly thought. The two ellyn spoke for some time. I waited impatiently for them to finish their conversation and tried to see if I could somehow snatch the box away without them knowing.

One of the leaves from the tree tickled my nose when I leaned forward to see what the elven men were up to. Before I could hold it, the sneeze came out.

Crap.

I immediately covered my mouth and tried in vain to make myself smaller behind the evergreen.

"Did you hear that, Celegorm?" One of them asked the other in a low yet melodic voice.

"Yes…I did." A lighter and flamboyant voice answered slowly.

My heart was thundering and threatened to break out of my chest.

I was so fucked.

I heard steps coming closer to the area I was taking sanctuary in and I held my breath. The hair from my back was rising and I could feel sweat forming on my skin.

Before they bothered to look behind my tree however, one of them halted.

"Ah it does not matter. It probably was just some local forest animal, Caranthir." The flamboyant let out nonchalantly and went back to where he came from.

Caranthir, however, did not seem to buy it and stayed put.

"That is strange; I could have sworn I smelled a mortal." He said, his tone had wary suspicion. My heart picked up its fast pace again. Damn, damn, damn! Shit! No one told me the eldar could smell us. That is just creepy right there.

The elf with the light voice scoffed. "Caranthir, you cannot be serious. How could a lowly and smelly mortal possibly be impertinent enough to approach a resident of a firstborn?"

It took all my will power not to jump out and punch the elven bastard right then and there for that remark. Oh, I will show him 'impertinent'

I risked a peak and found out it was the blonde one that had a mocking quirk to his mouth and it did not take a genius to figure out who was the one who said that annoying comment.

"You say that now, but just wait until you actually personally meet a mortal. You will be surprised by their impertinence indeed when they give you a piece of their mind." The black haired one said with a small chuckle and walked back to the blonde.

"Oh? I did not know you of all people would say that of the secondborn! Your life back with the edain when we were still alive in Arda marred has softened your heart, Carnistir." Was the taunt from the blonde.

Caranthir was not affected.

"Not softened my heart. I merely opened my mind to more realization and enlightenment." Was the casual reply.

If Haleth were here, she would have loved to knock them both to the ground. I would have gladly joined her.

Thinking about my tough western friend made me realized I really missed the new friends I made here ever since I was reborn again.

It did not take long for Haleth and I to meet each other and get quickly acquainted. I figured it was because we were so much alike in personality and that we could not stand the snobbish hauteur of the elves that we got along so well. Unfortunately, because of her difficult circumstances which she adamantly refused to tell me about, she could not take me in to live with her so in the end, I was left homeless. A few times a week, she would come by my tent at the edge of the forest in Formenos and give me a package of food and we would sit and talk for hours. We spoke of many things and all that has happened from Arda marred to the Arda now. She spoke of her family, her tribe and her life as leader of her people. It was really impressive what we mortal women could do despite our short-comings and assigned fate. Of course the mortal men were great also, but we were better. Really, we were and still are.

I woke up back to reality. Now was not the time for mindless thoughts. When I turned back to look for the ellyn, there was no one there.

Oh just great. How could I have not been paying attention to where they were going?! There was little time for more sneaking and searching.

I stepped out of the tree. The clothed box was right on the very top step of the stairs in front of the two huge wooden doors.

There it is.

I gave a once look around to make sure I was completely alone before taking careful steps towards the box. The fact that elven ears were keen and powerful was still kept in check in my mental notes.

The box looked bigger and more magnificent than I thought now that I had a closer look. Its brilliance could be felt under the wrappings. I carefully traced the fabric, enjoying for a moment, the soft feeling of the silk.

I have it now. I can now bring it back to those men and they will give me my share of wealth. They had better kept their side of the trade. Thousands of gold coins and I will finally never have to go hungry again. I relished in that thought and quickly took a strong hold of the box in my hands.

I looked around and still, I was alone. It was too quiet for my liking, but I decided to pay no mind to it. Making sure not to make a sound, I tip-toed down the cemented stairs and looked for a short-cut. It wasn't the smartest thing to do, considering I was not familiar with the place, but I had to get away fast.

There was a sharp grab on my right arm. I whipped my head back, shocked.

"Well, well, well. It would seem we have a thief here, brother."

I thought I was alone!

The grab pulled on me painfully to turn around.

Now, I am screwed. It looks like I would lose my head after all…but that doesn't need to happen if…-

I didn't care to see who it was that grabbed my arm. I quickly gave a hard kick to what I hoped was the shin of the elf and my arm was let go of. I tried to make a dash to the opposite direction, but the blonde elf was right in front of me.

The elf behind me grabbed my arms and I viciously tried to break away, thrashing and punching in all directions.

No! I won't let them catch me. I cannot. With a grab here, and a strike, there. The elven men easily thwarted all my blows and Caranthir, the one with dark hair tucked his arms under mind and held me close to his hard chest. The other one grabbed my legs and held them together with an iron grip.

Probably to make sure I would not butcher him in the groin.

"Not so fast, mortal. Or should I say, thief. Where do you think you are going with that box?" The blonde asked with that infuriating melodic voice of his.

I glared at him and tried to shake my legs out of the grip hoping to land a foot in that fair face. But of course, since when did things go my way?

His grip was strong and though he might look like someone who spends his days grooming himself in front of the mirror, he was also a skilled warrior. The muscles shown through his tight attire gave it away.

"Answer, thief. Who are you? What were you going to do with the box? Are you taking it for yourself? Did someone ask you to steal it for them?" The questions came from the dark one behind me.

"Let me go, elf!" I shouted and tried to yank my arms away in vain. The position I was in and the way I was held was nothing short of vulnerable and that was unacceptable.

"Answer the questions before I throw you in the dungeons, adaneth." Caranthir snarled into my ears. The front doors of the mansion clicked open.

I turned back to see who else was going to punish me and standing there, was an extremely tall male elf with an almost imperceptible, questioning look as he eyed the three of us.

He had dark red hair that was held back in a half ponytail and his clothing was simple. Even though he was one of the firstborn, his face was scarred heavily and dark shadows were creased under his dark grey eyes.

"My brothers, would someone care to tell me what in all of Arda is going on here?" His low, hoarse voice rumpled at us. I winced at the sound. It definitely contrasted the melodic voices of the two other men which I thought was strange.

"We found this mortal woman snooping around our house and just now, if it were not for us, she would have stolen your commissioned circlet, Maitimo." Celegorm answered looking at his brother levelly.

The scarred grey eyes slowly went down to me. I swallowed the thick ball of saliva that formed in my throat.

He is no eldar. I was staring at a wraith.

Definitions:

Maitimo= another name for Maedhros

Eldar=the elves

Firstborn=elves

Ellyn=male elves (plural)

Ellon=male elf

Adaneth=mortal woman

Arda=Middle Earth and more

Secondborn=mortal

Edain=mortals

Formenos=an area in Valinor that was near Aman, but it is now reestablished in Middle Earth unmarred.

Aman=Also a place from Valinor that the Feanorians reside in that is reestablished in Middle Earth.

And that is it for this chapter guys! I hope you all like it and the next one will be coming soon.