Warnings: More Maedhros/Fingon angst that could also be fluff at some point. Not surprising that I tie angst in this. Russingon was my prompt and time was my idea. (not really. It just came to me one Sunday morning…afternoon…yeah)
He wasn't supposed to know. He didn't think they knew he knew. He had discovered their relationship completely by accident. It was only a few months after Maitimo had been rescued and he was still recovering. Makalaurë had gone looking for his brother after he had failed to reappear after a few hours. He had found him and Findekano sitting on the shore of the lake, talking. Both were shirtless and their hair was wet, so Makalaurë guessed they had been screwing around earlier. Maitimo had his head on Findekano's shoulder and the other elf had a protective arm wrapped around the weakened figure. Makalaurë was about to go and join them when Maitimo leaned upwards and captured Findekano's lips in a kiss. Makalaurë left them alone then, wondering how long that had been going on. The gesture had seemed so familiar; it couldn't have been the first time.
Against his better judgment, Makalaurë told no one and didn't confront the two about what he had seen. Never; not even once Findekano died and he was struggling to comfort his heart-broken brother without revealing that he knew what had gone on between them.
Now, as he watched Maitimo take each day one at a time, slowly, but surely losing his grip on life and on sanity; Maglor knew that no matter what he would've done, Maedhros would always love Fingon and it always would've ended this way; with fire.
Makalaurë: Maglor
Maitimo: Maedhros
Findekano: Fingon