I should probably start by apologizing about taking so long to update. I've had a severe case of Writer's Block and the end of the year got me working frantically to try and bring my grades as high as I could get them to go because that's an obsessive habit of mine. Normally I do pretty good, but I've been stressed out the past few months. I've also been dealing with some depression and personal issues that I'd rather not talk about, but I am sorry for making you wait so long, especially after a chapter like that. This chapter is going to suck, I can tell you that right now, because I still have Writer's Block, but hopefully it'll hold you until I can get a decent update in. (who knows when that'll be?) But on the bright [I think] side, I'm not going anywhere this summer, so I'll have time to laze around and write…though I do tend to write better when I'm out of state, so I can't promise anything about the quality. But I will have more time on my hands so hopefully new chapters will be more frequent. School gets outon May 29 for me and I'm starting on this on the 26th, so…yeah, by the time I actually publish this, school will probably already be out. Also, my friends have been sucking me into lots of new fandoms lately (namely, Homestuck. Do you have any idea how long that thing takes to read? I haven't even reached the trolls yet) and with the 3rd season of Teen Wolf coming out in the next month, my other fandoms have really been more of a focus. I don't know, maybe I should watch the Avengers again because it's not like my interest in the Silmarillion has died down at all. Just….shipping. And Sauron. And Morgoth. Yeah, I'll shut up and get to the point now.

Oh, and Maglor is in a ground facility of S.H.I.E.L.D. 's .

Maglor faded in and out of awareness. At times, all he could see was darkness. Than out of the darkness, some family member - normally his father, but his brothers sometimes and even his mother a few times - would move in and then the screaming would start. Guilt plagued him and on the rare occasion that he re-entered the world of the living, tears never failed to approach him uninvited. He could never tell who was sitting with him on those occasions or even if there was anyone there at all. One time, he could've sworn he'd seen the faint image of Elros watching him from over Steve's shoulder (at least, he thought it was Steve. It might've been Thor, though he couldn't imagine why it would've been the thunder god), but when he'd blinked, the half-elf he had once called son was gone.

It was almost a month and a half later when Maglor finally awoke thinking clearly. When he did, there was no one sitting in the room with him and he felt the gripping breathlessness of a panic attack creeping up on him. No! He shoved it away, chanting 'Daeron' in his mind as he struggled to breathe. In, out. In, out. In, out.

Who knows how long it took him to finally get control of himself, but when he did, the door was creaking open and he fell back onto the pillows as silently as he could, unsure of who the visitor was.

"Maglor?" It was Steve and Maglor would've opened his eyes if they hadn't suddenly become so heavy. Instead, he just gave a very un-elf-like grunt and rolled onto his side.

He couldn't see Steve, but he could defiantly hear the man start, clearly not having expected a response from the elf.

"You're awake?"

"Of course I'm not, what did you think." Maglor grunted sarcastically, barely holding back from swearing at Steve. He was sore, thirsty, hungry, and he wanted to see Daeron.

Silence.

"I'm going to Oregon." Maglor struggled to sit up, forcing his eyes open.

Steve grabbed his shoulders and forced him back down again. "You're not going anywhere, Maglor. You've been asleep for a month and a half."

Maglor fought him, even though he knew it was pointless. "I have to find Celeborn. He'll know where Daeron-"

"Who are Daeron and Celeborn?" It was Fury and Maglor didn't bother to stifle his groan. He almost considered telling the director that it was none of his business just to see what he'd do, but he decided that he didn't have the energy for that and just grumbled out; "Elves."

"There are more of you?" Steve. Maglor closed his eyes so that Steve wouldn't see him roll them. He almost snapped a witty comeback to the super soldier, but again decided not to and mumbled. "There's seven of us as far as I know, including me."

Silence and he decided that Fury was waiting for him to give out names. "Daeron, Celeborn, Glorfindel, Thranduil, and Elladan and Elrohir."

"And you get along with them?"

"Hell no." He mumbled, strangely agreeable. "Celeborn lost a brother at Doriath, Thranduil nearly lost his father there, and Glorfindel was left to the ice."

"And the others? D-"

"Don't." Maglor snapped, but continued. "Elladan and Elrohir are Elrond's twin sons, so they put up with me because of that and Daeron…" He trailed off. "I don't know why Daeron puts up with me, but he does." Under his breath, he muttered. "He does more than put up with me, that stubborn jackass."

Fury and Steve were both watching Maglor closely now. "What does that mean, Maglor?"

"It means nothing." He mumbled. "That wasn't for you."

"What does it mean." Fury rephrased the question so that though it still sounded like a question, it wasn't and that was clear.

Maglor sighed. "He's just stubborn and is probably the only elf left in existence who would have stayed with me after I went insane as I did."

"You mean you're not insane?" The sarcastic comment was from Clint and though Fury and Steve both flinched, fearing a negative reaction from Maglor, the elf chuckled.

"Yeah, you'd think that, wouldn't you? No, I mean actually and medically insane."

"What happened?" Steve was watching Maglor, a flicker of recognition in his eyes.

"World War 2." Maglor muttered. "I ran into a certain captain of the American army while Daeron and I were in Germany."

"What were you doing in Germany?" Fury asked, eyebrow raised.

"Ask Daeron, I don't know. He never said anything. He just tackles me when I asked. Apparently I'd been out of it for 72 years and he'd almost given up hope on me ever getting my mind back."

Steve's eyes widened. "That's where I'd seen you before!" He exclaimed.

Maglor sighed. "Yeah, that was me. Except, the words were my cousin's. That's what he told me, word for word, after he returned from Thangorodrim with Maedhros in tow minus one hand." He sighed again. "I'd forgotten, but all of the sudden it just hit me and I knew that's what I had to say. That was when my mind came back."

"Fingon?" Fury asked and Maglor nodded.

"Yeah, Káno was understanding. He was the one who forced me out of hiding and forced me to talk to Russ after that." He bowed his head. "There was a reason I loved him. But he loved Russandol." Maglor sighed. "I got over my love for him, but it took a long time. Far too long." An unbidden tear slid down his cheek and he wiped it away angrily. "It doesn't matter though. I don't love him that way any more."

Steve looked down. "Now it's Daeron."

Maglor looked at Steve, surprised. Than he nodded. "Yeah. That's why I need to find him. I've been gone so long…I don't want to worry him. Daeron and I wander, we don't have a home. But Celeborn…he and Daeron are kin and he lives in Oregon. He does not care for me, but he might be willing to let me know where Daeron might be found…please…" He whispered the last word after a long pause.

Steve turned to stare at Fury and after a moment, Clint did too. No one said anything and finally, Director Fury sighed. "Alright, alright. But do you even know where this Celeborn is?"

Maglor sighed. "I know the town, and it's small. I left before we got to where he lived. I knew I wouldn't be welcome with him."

Fury sighed. "Whatever." He muttered.

"You need to recover before you can go anywhere, Mäkaläurë." Steve lectured the elf, who glared at him angrily.

"Fuck you." Maglor muttered and flopped back onto the bed, rolling over on his side to ignore the other men in the room.

"Maglor…" Steve started, but was interrupted.

"Shut up Steven." Maglor said angrily. "Leave me alone, would you?"

Steve sighed, and turned to leave the room. Clint followed him and after Maglor turned his angry gaze to Fury, the director left after them.

Once he was alone, Maglor hiccupped and buried his face into the pillow. "Daeron…" He whispered.

Silence. Than there was a rattling from the ventilation duct above Maglor's head and he started, shooting up from the pillow, staring nervously up at it.

Banging and than the vent slid out of its casing and someone caught it before it could fall to the ground.

Maglor rolled onto his back and forced himself to sit back up, reaching to try and locate his swords.

A cloaked figure dropped into the room and glanced around before they spotted Maglor. "Cänä!"

And then Maglor knew who it was and he jumped to his feet to embrace the still cloaked elf. "Daeron!"

Now is when you should hit the back button if homosexual shipping bothers you cause it's starting now. :p

Oh, and a side note. Sometime today, tomorrow or within the next week, I will be revising spelling errors and whatnot in all chapters of HDIGMIT and actually adding chapter titles I was too lazy to add from the start. I do have another chapter halfway done and rolling right now, so hopefully updates will be a bit more common now.