Who on earth is Amlach? Amlach is a very, very minor character from the Silmarillion. During a council of Men, he is impersonated by an agent of Morgoth. This makes him angry so he declares that he now has a quarrel with the Dark Lord until the end of his life and then goes north and enters into the service of Maedhros.


Anything For You

"He will heal completely, my lord. There may be some scars, of course. I am not familiar with the recovering rate for humans, but I think he will be able to resume his duties in a few weeks' time."

"Then you have done very well," said Maedhros. "I was sure his wounds were fatal when we brought him in. Is he conscious? May I speak to him?"

"I feared the worst as well, but it seems that humans are not quite as fragile as we thought. Yes, he is conscious, and you can speak to him, but do not tire him too much. He needs to rest."

"I assure you I will be brief."

The healer nodded, and opened the door to the chamber. It was a small room, undecorated and furnished only with a bed. The last rays of the sun shone through the window and were mirrored in the golden hair of the man in the bed.

"No more than half an hour," said the healer and closed the door behind Maedhros.

"My lord," said the man in the bed, smiling. "I am honoured."

"Honoured? You have won honour today, no doubt," said Maedhros. "I daresay there will be songs about you at the celebrations tonight. You were most valiant in the battle. Tell me, Amlach, are all of your people as reckless as you are?"

"You are displeased with me, my lord?" The smile had vanished.

"No. I merely wish you would be more careful. I do not wish to lose so accomplished a warrior."

"Fear not, my lord," said Amlach cheerfully. "I shall soon be fine."

"So the healers have told me. Nevertheless. Do be careful."

"I am already careful, my lord. But battle is by its nature risky, and I cannot eliminate that danger. Surely you do not expect me to abstain from fighting?"

Maedhros hesitated.

"Why do you fight, Amlach?"

Amlach stared at the elf.

"I have a quarrel with the Dark Lord which will last to the end of my life. I have told you this already, my lord."

"And so you would spend the rest of your life in this grim fortress, away from your own people? Would you not rather life in peace in the south, and take a wife?"

"No, my lord," said Amlach, smiling. "I would rather serve you."

"Indeed?" said Maedhros. "Then I must tell you again to be careful. You are of no use to me if you are dead."

"Were you that worried about me, my lord? We men are made of sterner stuff than you think. I shall not die of these wounds."

Maedhros expression softened.

"I was worried about you, Amlach. In the short time you have lived here, I have developed a considerable affection for you."

"As have I for you, my lord. I hoped to prove my loyalty to you on the battlefield today."

"You did, Amlach. You did indeed. Next time, prove you care about me by endeavouring to avoid getting killed. It did not seem to be your priority today."

Amlach laughed.

"Whatever I say, my lord, you twist my words to come to this. Very well. If my death would hurt you, I shall try not to die."

"Your death would hurt me grievously, Amlach."

"Then I will be more careful the next time. Your wish is my command."

"Indeed?" said Maedhros. A smile had emerged on his face. Even the grim lord of Himring could smile in the presence of Amlach.

"Yes, my lord. I would do anything to serve you."

"Anything?"

Amlach looked deep into Maedhros eyes, holding his gaze long enough to make his intentions quite clear.

"Anything, my lord."

Maedhros bent over him and kissed him lightly on the forehead. It could have been nothing but a display of affection between friends.

"When you have healed, I shall hold you to that promise."

"Then I will try to get better as fast as I can, my lord."


I'm sorry, Maedhros. I really am. I just thought it would be interesting to write a slash story about you that didn't feature Fingon, your brothers or Morgoth and various servants of his. I'm sorry.

You know, after writing this I am surprised that there aren't more fanfics about Amlach. This is a guy who decides that he has a personal vendetta against Morgoth and goes north to enter into the service of Maedhros, where I would guess he has to face some prejudice from the elves. I'm sure he was badass, too - the House of Hador in general seem to be. It would make a good story.