Mercy
My cousin screams in pain. His right arm bleeds from the wrist down, he is naked, and there is evidence that even the vultures could not await his death. His red hair is dark with sweat, his dirty face streaked from tears he shed. I cannot free him from the shackle Morgoth imprisoned him in. No key will unlock it, and to use something to pry it off would cause Maedhros more pain. I have no choice, and tell him so. "Yes, Fingon, anything! Free me!" Sighing, I take my knife and begin to cut his wrist below the shackle...