AnnaMariah : I know that he was like his father but even children that take after their parents strongly have still have differences.
Arthien1188 : I know that there are typos and I am just really lazy about getting around to them. I did fix the whole "red hairs" thing, it was a terrible typo that was supposed to be "two red heads"
Disliking slash is personal opinion and just because it is written completely correct makes it no more palatable to me. I sincerely doubt ( and this is only my opinion) that Tolkien would have been glad to see perfectly written slash of any kind. I must say that I have never review or flamed any slash of any kind no matter how masterfully it has been executed.
Execute….hummm seems like a good choice of words. I was not naming people who do, simply saying that I really dislike it. If you have a problem with free speech fine but see that you don't accuse people of judgment before you even read what I said about the topic.
Other then that thank you for the constructive advise and I hope that will find that my work improves with time.
Dawn FelagundI know I am the worst proofreader in the world, but it's hard to see anything other then what you expects to see. And as the twins were thought of as a unit maybe Feanor or Curufinwe was the same with the son that bore his name?
Hey and go you for knowing all that stuff, wish I did.
Elfique : Heheheheheh! Your great, hope you like this one as well!
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As I wander the vast and silent halls of my home I can still hear the shadows of the past. Little whisperings of those who once called this shell a home. The music room holds remnants of Maglor and his music, the stables the teasing joyful sound of the twins. The forge keep the silences of Caranthir and Curufin. The gallery jealously guards the ringing echoes of Celegorm's voice practicing a speech.
But everywhere in the house, in the air that I breath is the sound of Maedhros's laugh. The big rolling bass of his laugh fills every corner, and joining it is the lighter echo that could only be Fingon's voice. Amazing that even in now in the memories that haunt me, they are together.
Just as well…
Maedhros needed someone to be close too. Oh, certainly he loved his father and he knew that he had my love, but a child needs a friend to do silly things with. He wanted a companion to go swimming with or pull pranks with, Maedhros was ever the one for pranks.
"Nana come and look!" he called one day. I hurried over to the balcony and looked where he pointed. There riding up the road was a boy with long black hair braided in a cunning fashion with gold.
"Nana, it's a boy come to play with me! He's just my size!" exclaimed my son happily. This wasn't exactly true because even though he was only ten at the time Maedhros was already a head and shoulders height over all the other children his age in Aman.
"Well, you had better go and catch him before he rides away ad you haven't had the chance to make his acquaintance." I encouraged. Off my boy ran and I watched from the balcony as they met the sound of their voices wafting up to me.
"I bet I'm stronger then you!" Maedhros challenged.
"Bet you not, you're just a big stringy bean!" retorted the black haired spitfire.
"I'd rather be a string bean then a sissy with gold in my hair like a girl!" countered Maedhros. I was about to intercede when the black haired boy took a flying leap from his horse and tackled my son. In a tangle of arms, legs and long hair they wrestled and fought in the road.
"Nerdanel, what on earth is going on?" I found Feanor at my elbow his eyes fastened on the to boys. "Is that Fingolfin's son?"
"I think so they were supposed to be making friends and this is what happened instead." And we both laughed quietly as we watched the boys continue their fight. For all Maedhros's superior height and weight he ended up on he back with his right arm twisted behind him as Fingon sat on his back.
"See! I am stronger and if you ever make fun of my braids again I'll come after you!" he said. Then instead of continuing to lord it over he stood up and offered his hand to my son.
"Well, that was…noble." said Feanor as if he was surprised. "Invite him to stay for dinner."
I went to meet the boys as they came in "Oh, Nana this is Fingon, Uncle Fingolfin's biggest boy and he's ever so strong! We've decided to become best friends!"
We've decided to become best friends!
You might have said, "We've decided to become totally inseparable for the rest of our lives." because that is more what happened. Two different people but thinking always with the same mind, you agreed on almost everything.
"I think that chocolate is the best flavor." Maedhros would say.
"Rather." was Fingon's reply.
And the next day it would be, "You know maybe strawberry is better, it has fruit in it."
"Oh just." was the obliging answer.
How many times did Feanor get soaked with a cold bucket of water when he went into his forge? How many times did Aredhel and Artanis get their pigtails dipped into ink? How many times did you short sheet the blankets on Turgon, Maglor, Celegorm and Aredhel? And how many wrestling matches ended with Fingon proving he was still the stronger of the two? Too many to count and each happening lives in my mind as clearly as the day they occurred. Your birth was the same way.
The day of your birth was the worst day I had ever known, never had I experienced pain. Maids and aunts saying that it was natural for the first birth to be difficult did nothing to calm either me or Feanor. He paced the halls and smashed things into being in the forge as I labored.
They say that the pain of labor is forgotten the first time a mother sees her child. It is true, when they laid you in my arms I forgot any pain only the sight of your little pink face and bright red hair. You Atar was speechless as he held you, I had not seen him so filled with wonder as when he first hold you.
"Maedhros, you look just as I dreamt." he whispered. And he wept
You went to protect your brothers and to be with your friend. You went because the blood of relationship burned within you and that love for your father would never be denied. The anger at Finwe's brutal death festered in your heart and you thirsted for justice. United in this rage you and all your family left and I said goodbye to my brilliant boy.
"Mother, please understand I must go." he said.
"But it is rebellion to do it! My son if you don't go the others may follow your example, consider what your doing." I begged.
"I have and weighted it against that shame I would feel if I didn't go." he answered. And he left with all the others taking my last hope with him, and yet I do not blame him. I never can blame him it was always his path to go against the tide and I was not able to stem that force.
Nerdanel, Wife of Fëanor
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Authorial Note : Well, I suppose you all the know the tragic story of the First Kin slaying and the burning of the ships and abandonment of Fingolfin and his people. Also the tale of their survival on the grinding ice and triumph appearance in Middle Earth. The binding friendship that had lasting even this test of love remained and after his imprisonment on Thangorodrim Maedhros was rescued by Fingon. In the process it was necessary to amputate his right hand.
Maedhros gave his birth right as first born and the kingship to Fingolfin in thanks for his life. He ruled Himring a mountain stronghold and aided Fingon all his life. Fingon was killed during the fifth battle the "Battle of Unnumbered Tears."
Maedhros and Maglor raised Elrond and Elros after the attack against their parents. However the pain of the evil deeds they had committed haunted him and he finally cast himself and the second Silmaril into a fiery chasm. Somehow it seems appropriate.
The Mysterious
Jaffee Leeds