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Waking in clean, soft sheets Maeglin opened his eyes and saw Idril standing over him. Seeing his eyes open she smiled somewhat stiffly
"You have suffered much hurt but all you wounds have been attended to. My father wishes to speak to you as soon as you are ready." There was a knock at the door and Turgon walked in followed by Tuor, Maeglin's hate had grown for Tuor as he had crawled back to Gondolin. Every moment of Idril's time Tuor had stolen away from him - Tuor would suffer for.
Tuor gently rested his hand on Idril's shoulder, Maeglin saw the way she looked at him as he did so, saw the love between them. Rage boiled within him but he calmed himself…he could wait. Idril gave a smile to her father and then left the room with Tuor.
Turgon eased himself down into the chair next to Maeglin's bed and observed his sisters son keenly before speaking
"Maeglin, do not misunderstand me when I ask you what I am about to, I am not distrusting you – but I must ask you this question,"
Maeglin nodded in response, he had expected Turgon to approach the matter in this way and was inwardly laughing at how easy it would be.
"Have you given away any of our secrets - no matter how unimportant they may seem?"
"I could never do that my Lord, after you have cared for me and treated me with such honour. Nothing could have turned me to that path…"
"Were you followed? Do you know of anyone tracking you as you escaped?" the next question was also expected and Maeglin continued his façade
"They were searching the stronghold for me, believing I couldn't have escaped it completely and I think that when the realised I had gone it was too late to pick up my tracks." A look of relief spread over Turgon's face and Maeglin congratulated himself at his performance. His father had been correct; these Noldor were pathetic.
"I will leave you to rest some more, Maeglin. You have had a long and painful journey home, take as long as you need to recover."
As the door shut, Maeglin turned his head into the pillow comfortably and allowed a small snigger to escape his lips.
At last the time had come. Maeglin stealthily made his way towards the main buildings. The whimpers of the innocent who waited in suspense did not affect him; they deserved it – what had the called him? 'Bastard child of rape' had some muttered amongst themselves as he walked passed, 'That dark one' as he had disagreed or voiced his opinion? They had hurt him, now it was his turn to hurt them. In reality they all had praised him and honoured him for all he had done but malice had twisted his heart and there was only love for Idril.
He had managed not to be seen leaving the fighting at the gates, where the brave and noble tried to stop the hoards of darkness entering. The section of the army left at the main building halted him and desperately asked of tidings of the first stand of defence.
"They were holding strong but be prepared" Maeglin told them falsely "I have a message for the Lady Idril – please let me pass"