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Author's note: These two were bugging me, so I wrote them a drabble. It hasn't really appeased them, but that's their bad luck. ;)
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"Why did you come to save me Fingon? I abandoned you to the Helcaraxë."
"You did not mean to."
"You did not know that. Why did you come?"
"Maglor would have saved you."
Maedhros' eyes bored into him. Fingon's face grew warm. He should never have come, should never have let him see. Too late. He turned away, felt holes being burned into his back. Soft footsteps, then arms snaking around, under his clothes. The scratch of bandage on his stomach, rough, harsh. Warm breath on his ear, soft lips, a whisper.
"But Maglor did not come, Fingon. You did."
Author's note: These two were bugging me, so I wrote them a drabble. It hasn't really appeased them, but that's their bad luck. ;)
~*~
"Why did you come to save me Fingon? I abandoned you to the Helcaraxë."
"You did not mean to."
"You did not know that. Why did you come?"
"Maglor would have saved you."
Maedhros' eyes bored into him. Fingon's face grew warm. He should never have come, should never have let him see. Too late. He turned away, felt holes being burned into his back. Soft footsteps, then arms snaking around, under his clothes. The scratch of bandage on his stomach, rough, harsh. Warm breath on his ear, soft lips, a whisper.
"But Maglor did not come, Fingon. You did."