~Two~
To my lord Fingon, High King of the Noldor, in the year 587 F.A.
Dear Adar,
I did not want to be the one to tell you this, but it is my duty. And I am begging you right now, Adar, please do not be angry. I tried my best, as you always told me to do, but sometimes my best is just not enough.
Adar, Maedhros is dead.
I tried to stop him. I have said so already, but I do not think he heard my voice. Perhaps the evilness of what he did had already dawned upon him, drowning the good that lay in his heart; I can make no judgement. He and his brother, Maglor, stole the last Silmarils from the Valar. Maglor survived, but he is scarred for life.
Manwë sent a messenger to Arda, to regain the last two Silmarils from the accursed Morgoth, but when Fëanor's sons heard, they came to claim their father's stones. I know not what has happened to Manwë's servant, for I did not see him again, but as Maedhros and Maglor looked upon the jewels they held, their hands were encompassed in flames. This moment – the moment they had waited for since the fateful vow they made so many years before – was cast down in wrath and ashes. Maglor fled, casting his Silmaril into the sea, and Maedhros, unwilling to release the stone he had sought so long to recover, cast himself, and the Silmaril, into a fiery chasm.
The Silmarils glitter in the ocean, the earth, and the sky – their light is present, but remote and unmovable to those who gaze upon them.
Adar, I held Maglor as he wept – for his brother, for his fallen father, and not least of all for the Silmarils. I saw them, the jewels over which so many battles were fought, for whose sake so many lives were lost – and I gained a seed of understanding as to why so much was risked to recover them. The light of the Two Trees is meshed within their depths, and even the flames Varda summoned glowed with an fey beauty. I have seen, and I cannot forget.
Forgive me.
With much love, your son.
A/N: I'm sorry to have been absent for *gasp* over a week (!), but I have had absolutely no inspiration lately, so there really wasn't a reason to be on. :( I realise that I am making quite a stretch, having Gil-galad present for the death of Maedhros, but I needed something for him to be sorry for and I hope this suffices.
