The Last Temptation of HomerGosh! Where have you been all this time! I was beginning to believe I was the only one who thought this way. Well, I don't know if I would pair Fingolfin with a mortal, kick ass or not. I like to think all elves were loyal to their mates. Keep reading!

AnnamariahI hope you like this chapter, I know it's not as good as it could be but… You know how it is.

Miriel : What obligatory sex scene? I don't write that stuff. Sorry. But I hope you will keep reading this story!

Skye : I totally agree! If I took all this trouble to write the masterpiece that he did and then see it perverted? I would be way unhappy. Only, I would kill the people perverting it, not myself.

The Last Temptation of Homer : Poor sweet baby! I hope makes you way happy again!

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Into the Fire

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"Watch it! Mind the door for god's sake!" Serena directed.

"I am trying to Serena dear." Maehsos growled, "You are walking too fast for my to keep from stumbling into everything. By the way, are you well Ronald?"

The only answer from the wounded man was a groan. The trio was making their way across the lobby of Serena's apartment building. Moving a stretcher from the door to the elevator without drawing too much attention. It wasn't working very well until Maehsos nearly blinded everyone with a radiant smile. Nothing realizing why they all returned it feeling that the sight of a bleeding and burnt man was quite normal in fact.

Serena punched the button for her floor and the doors slide shut.

"You know," she began, "I have no idea how you manage stuff like that, but hey, if it works. It works!" she punched the air a few times and grinned.

Maehsos gave a very human shrug, "I dislike having to use my power for such cases, but I deem it necessary this time." He then began to examine the buttons of the elevator asking if she knew the welder on floor two? Or the actress on floor six?

"You're a Maia, you don't have to prove it."

The bell chimed and they slide the stretcher into the hallway and toward the shabby apartment where Bill waited with the woman. Serena knocked and bill called out.

"Whose there?"

"It's us stupid! Now open the door!" Serena answered. Bill threw the door open, took one look at Ron and said, "Oh my god!'

The friends spent the next half hour working to make Ronald comfortable and ease his pain as much as possible. Serena finally leant back and sighed, "I need a cigarette." Taking her lighter and her pack of Camels she disappeared onto the tiny porch.

Ron sighed and said, "I love Morphine."

"That sounded odd." Bill said, "I talked to Mary, the kids are fine. But Atar I have to get back to them as soon as possible."

"I understand." Maehsos nodded, "But first we have to take these people out of here."

"Maehsos? Is Ronald safe?" A quiet feminine voice asked.

The three men looked up and saw the delicate woman, Aeroniel standing in the doorway to the bedroom. She was pale and her breath was short but a smile of relief flooded her features as her eyes fell on Ronald. She came to his side and enveloped his unguarded hand in between her own., "I am so glad you're alive."

"So am I." Ron managed, "You're alright?"

She smiled and said, "Never mind me, you're the important one now. You need to sleep and rest."

Ronald tried to grin but the movement proved too painful instead he said, 'I'll be good if you tell me what happened? Did you and the prince ever find each other again? And who are those children in your portfolio?"

"Wait!" Maehsos interjected, "Aeroniel do you think that you should?"

Aeroniel sighed and looked back at her friend, "Why not? I'll be recounting one of the happiest times in my life. But first you must know that everything really began at the first battle after the two hundreds years of peace."

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When the time came the forces moved forward like nothing Arda had ever seen. Banners snapping in the icy wind, armor gleaming under a winter sun and the quiet march of horses hooves.

Every elf and human had been called forth to the battle. Messages had been dispatched to Fingolfin and any kin within marching distance. Yet alone the Feanorians would have been a formidable army. Riding at the front was Maedhros, his magnificent hair flowing around his shoulders and making the grey fire of his eyes more terrible to behold.

He was flanked on either side by the twins. Them moved forward like a fire tipped arrow pointing just at the heart of all evil. Aeroniel rode in the Himring ranks, proud to serve with all the others. Maedhros had not questioned her when she wished to join them, to him it was just a matter of course.

There had been no time to consider anything other then an offensive strike. As quietly and calmly as they could the Eldar assembled their forces together. Curufin and Celegorm massing their elves in the Pass of Aglon keeping a tight fist over the land ready to smash any attack then would come.

But none came.

"What is he waiting for?" Celegorm had asked. The brothers stood upon the battlements at Aglon soon after the twins and Maglor had arrived. Encamped in secret caves were the main forces of each Elven Lord.

"Can it be that he thinks we aren't looking for him?" Amras asked. "He cannot be that great a fool."

"I don't know." Maedhros admitted, he gave a short bark of laughter, 'You would think after fifty years with him I would know how his twisted mind works."

"Don't even think of it." Maglor said, "To understand his mind we should have to be as he is. Evil"

Curufin smiled coldly as though he remembered all the things that made them very near to Morgoth. Of all the brothers the kin slaying haunted his mind most, though he never said of word of it to any save Celegorm.

The two of them now rode at the right flank of Maedhros, the farthest side commanded by Celegorm whose words brought courage and revenge into the heart of his men. His proud head was helmeted with the same gold as his hair.

On Maedhros' left hand Maglor and Caranthir rode in tight formation. While Caranthir was the loner of all the brothers he was closest to his older brother. Often they would talk later into the night as Caranthir's dark eyes stared into the flames of a dying fire. Now Maglor was hardly the gentle minstrel of their boyhood.

His blue eyes were black with concentration and his delicate hands caressed the hilt of his sword rather then the strings of a harp. It was a sad change that very few of them noticed in the second Fëanorian. To Aeroniel who never known him in any other light then his kindliness it made her sick to see what war does to even the mildest.

But as it was she was going with them. Her boe was strapped across her back, the solid weight was reassuring to her spirit. Even though she would never show it, she was afraid of going into battle. But at her side rode the one person who really knew what she was feeling, Aradan.

He had come across her while practicing and as gently as a brother he had discovered her secret fear.

"I feel such a coward." she had said.

"Nay, you'd be a fool if you were not afraid. Fear makes you careful, keeps you from doing things too dangerous." Aradan had said.

"But I have seen you drive into battle without a seemingly careful thought in your head!' Aeroniel accused.

"That is only because caution was overcome by the fear of losing someone else. At that point you cease to care what happens to you when the chance of losing a friend comes."

As he said this his kind green eyes had looked deep into her own. "I hope you understand me, Aeroniel. I know your heart is given to another, but allow me the chance to be your friend?"

"Aradan, I could have wished no truer friend." Aeroniel said, "Will you ride with me? I may need to draw on your courage."

Aradan had consented with grace and he watched for her every need. So, they rode together toward the very gates of hell.

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When word had come of Morgoth's awaking Fingolfin had sent for his son in all haste. Fingon had arrived with his few men and within the space of one more day they had set off. Father and son rode side by side, each holding the reins of their horse was bloodless hands. Each was thinking of the elves who had died because of Morgoth.

All the pain because of the Valar's actions, death, pain and betrayal in the rawest forms. The sounds of Turgon's anguished cries when Elenwë fall below the ice surface of the Helcaraxë still echoed in their ears. Time for vengeance had come.

But in the back of Fingon's thoughts another voice sounded. A girlish voice struggling to pronounce the Elvish words of Quendi. The same voice whispering love and then farewell. Unbidden memories came to him, playing across the landscape of his mind.

He bit his lip and shook his head. He had to think of what was ahead, she was at Himring, and he was going to protect her. Even if she never looked his way.

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When the forces met Aeroniel went unnoticed by any of the other soldiers. The ranks of men were simply not in direct line of sight. Added to that Fingon would never have thought to see her among them.

They merged and rode down into the orc choked gorge swords flashing. Such a cry of war was raised that even the mountains trembled with fear at the fury of battle. Reaching the wide fields before Angband they separated into their own factions.

Maedhros charged into the thickest of the fray his blade singing a deadly tune of death, bitter vengeance. Though they fled none of his enemies escaped his sword that day as years of pent up anger and pain were unleashed in furious battle. He resembled one of the Valar for his great height and halo of fiery hair.

With fought his youngest brothers those movements were like the same man. Standing back to back they turned and twisted in a wheel of dirk and sword, spear and shield. They neither spoke or looked at each other, for they knew the mind of the other so well that it was unneeded.

Celegorm and Curufin moved with the same fire and care that mirrored their father. One was the embodiment of his father, his black hair streaming free and his eyes shining with such a fire that is only bred in the hearts of the greatest. If the sun had eyes it would be dimmed, for Curufin nothing could have been more powerful. His very gaze seemed to wither his foes.

A weird music sounded as Maglor and his men moved up the right flank. The make of their weapons was such that wind whistled through them and created sonorous music that pierced and stung the ears of the orc. Blood seeped from a dozen wounds on Maglor's body but he was so in the grip of the battle his was unmoved by the pain. Caranthir, even cool in battle, fought at his side as the music continued Caranthir made his moves toward the inner defense.

Wheeling his men away from his brother they struck for the very heart of the group. A snarl of hatred over his dark face and a flush of war made the blood rise within him. He fought in every way that was cunning and quick. He was the one to whom the art of war was easiest, the sword rested most warmly in his palm.

Fingolfin and his host drove down the left and such a fear prang into the hearts of the orcs. From afar it seemed to Morgoth that even the Valar had come for him, till the sound of Fingolfin's rage was heard. His sword was piecing blue of white fire.

Fingon, valiant, fearless shot through the ranks like a star of silver light. He emptied quiver after quiver into the orcs, and when the arrows were gone he drew his sword. With the same blade he had used to sever his cousin to freedom he slew those who had caused his cousin torment.

Onward and onward they fought and drove the orcs back. Soon the every ash covered land of Angeband came into hideous view. But undeterred the Nolder surged forward banded with the noble men of the Edain and they came even to the very gates of Angband.

The Nolder, more mighty then any elves that had or since walked upon the face of the earth. In whose hearts burned the greatest fire, seized the gates of Angband and made even the Vala Morgoth to fear. But for all their might and fearlessness, this was not the time for the final victory.

So they withdrew into the realms bordering the land, still training their eye on the volcano studded landscape. For now they would regroup and make the decision of what to do.

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"So you won." Ron said. Aeroniel nodded and stroked his hand.

"We did and it was a great victory. Not one man or elf was lost in that encounter, something that would be rare in the coming years. But then, we could never have foreseen the coming pain and suffering. At that time there was only the madness of war and the joy of reuniting."

"That's right. You and …oh crap…what's his name?"

"Fingon?" Aeroniel's pale cheeks tinged a lovely shade of pink, "Oh yes, we found on another again. In fact that was quite a singular event and I feared to meet his eyes more than any orc."

"Why? Were you worried about what would happen between you?" Ron asked.

Aeroniel patted Ron's hand again and said, "If you had seen the fire in his eyes and the way he fought you would be afraid too. I had just reached my captain when I looked up and found his eyes staring into mine."

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Author's Note. Mwhahahah! After all this time I have ended with a freaking cliffhanger! I have the next chapter al ready but if I don't get reviews I am not posting it. I feel like being mean, I think Morgoth's getting to me. Hope you enjoyed this.

Jaffee Leeds