Forlorn

Disclaimers: Characters etc belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and his estate, not to me. I am making no money from this and intend no infringement of copyright.

Rating: PG-13.

Summary: At the ending of all things. Maedhros/Fingon.

Thanks to Isis and Lalaith for betaing this.

This is for Lalaith for steadily corrupting me to this pairing.

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The candlelight caught golden glints in his red hair, a welter of living flame alike unto the stars in the heavens above us, alike unto the newborn sun. His eyes were closed, their depths veiled, inscrutable.

We lay fingertip to fingertip, scarcely daring to touch, the empty expanse of the bed between us, the linen cooling already from our exertions, giving up its restless heat to the night. But so much greater between us was the expanse of the years, the rolling sheets of flames billowing up from the ships burning, blazing at Losgar, at the havens at the mouth of the Firth of Drengist.

I rolled on my side, and kissed him lightly on his cheek, as if in benediction. As if with affection.

But he did not move, and his grey eyes were distant as he raised his lashes, and he looked beyond me at some sight I could not see, some horror lurking beyond the fringes of thought and madness.

I kissed him again, tracing those lost contours one last time with my lips in sweet worship. As if I cared.

And I knew then that there was nothing more, and nothing left, and the world was changed.

Because I cared too much, and he no longer asked after my devotion.

FINIS

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