A/N: *cry*
Dis: in the other chapters
Warn: Inc
Chapter four
The smokey black stallion's hoof beats fell softly on the ground as he made his way up the hill. Coming from the east side, from out of the forest, the magnificent stead snorted softly as he passed by the brook.
The sound it made as it rippled over the rocks lent music to the two beat, beat of the hoofs hitting the soft ground.
The sun was still making its way into the sky, it hasn't even crested the horizon yet and wont for a few more minutes. Even then it won't flood the land with its warm glow until it reaches the tops of the trees. The horse plodded on up the hill, for at the top was encampment of the Noldor and where his friend needed to go.
Eventually he crested the hill and paused there as his rider looked towards the camp. A frown pulled at his eye brows as he didn't see the one he's looking for. 'Where is he?' he thought as he pointed the stallion's head towards the center of camp.
As he made his way in, the sun was almost above the trees and when the elf made it to the first fire it burst out from behind the thick trees and flooded the camp with its light.
Gasps were heard throughout the entire camp as they laid eyes on the rider. The sun glinted off a thick deep red braid, draped over a muscular shoulder as the eldest son of Feanor rode by.
None could mistake the eldest son of Feanor for anyone else as he was very recognizable.
Especially with those eyes. Eyes the color of a forest and that snare you every time he looks at you. He was very tall and muscular, the strength just radiates off him in possessive waves.
The magnificent black slowed to a walk, soon stopping in front of the main tent.
Which stood empty for Fingon was not back yet.
Looking around Maedhros swung his leg over and landed gracefully on the ground. Stroking Daeroch's neck he continued to scan the camp looking for a specific person.
No one dared to approach him, for they all knew Feanorian's are to be feared. Disliked more like it as they are they very reason why…..
(~*~)
"Cousin, what a surprise!" Fingon stated as he came out of the tent.
*Blink*
"How?" The elves stared at their prince in confusion.
"There you are my dear one." Maedhros replied possession dripping from each word. He strode up to him and grabbed him around the neck, pulling him close. "You're mine." he whispered into the pointed ear.
Fingon showed no sign that affected him as he stood still, hands at his side and the passionate, fiery kiss he had received from Caranthir fresh in his mind.
(~*~)
Fingon had arrived back at camp shortly before his cousin had approached the tent and everyone else had been so focused on the son of Feanor to notice their prince slip into his tent. Fingon had hoped that he could have gotten some sleep before his dear cousin showed but that was not going to happen.
Now he has to show that he had not gotten as kiss from another, a kiss that set his heart on fire with passion, his nerves a tingling. A kiss that left him wanting more of Carnistir and his fire.
Findekano was the perfect mask of normalcy, as Maitimo pushed him into the tent. Where he will posses Fin's body and claim him over and over before the sun reached its zenith.
The rest of the elves went back to their breakfast for they have to wait for their prince to tell them their next action about the Sinda and the search for the young prince Celebrimbor. They all liked the young son of the look-a-like of Feanor…..shudders rippled through them even at the thought of the first-born of King Finwe.
A sadness filled them as they all sat down and stared at their plates not really seeing them as tears threaten to fall.
(~*~)
Turgon was alone in his bed as Fingolfin had to go as it was court day. A servant had come knocking on the door to ask Prince Turgon if he had seen the King. but the one who answered was the very person he was looking for.
A sleepy voice answered "What?"
"My King" Anarin said not letting the confusion show in his voice.
"Yes."
"I was sent to fetch you court stars in 20 minutes."
'Urgh.' he thought as he carefully extracted himself from his sons warmth and stood up, grabbing a robe he replied "Tell my advisor that I'll be there as soon as I bathe."
"Right away my King." Anarin answered and then he left.
Sighing Fin turned and looked at his sleeping son a small smile lifted the corners of his mouth. It may only be an hour after their love-making but he can still feel Turgon in him. Shaking his head and sighing again he leaned down and kissed Turu on the forehead whispering "My love I will be back." With that he left to have a very quick bath, not the way he had hoped to spend the morning.
(~*~)
Turgon slept on.
He wouldn't have woken up anyways as he was having an intense dream and was in a deep sleep. Although this wasn't a normal dream, oh no, this one was from the Vala Ulmo.
He twitched in his sleep and rolled over grabbing a hold of the pillow that still smelled like Fin. A tear slid down his cheek as the dream progressed.
Dream;
Turukano there is a valley in the mountains, a hidden valley that will be perfect for a city. A city hidden among the hills by the sea. You and your people will be safe. The valley called 'Valley of Tumladen'.
If you chose to do this you have to leave soon and if you don't well….
I leave the decision up to you, I will visit you again to show you the way if that is what you wish. If not then goodbye to you Turukano and may you days be filled with you hearts desire.
The dream faded to nothingness and he was left with an ache in his heart so powerful that he bolted awake, the pillow still clutched in his arms as the tears flowed down his cheeks and soaked into it.
His heart was torn, does he stay or does he go?
He was so confused, his head was telling him one thing and his heart another.
He didn't know what to do.
He had fallen for his father, fallen for him hard; he knew that much. But having a forbidden love was hard and having one with the High King was even harder. All that sneaking around, all that hiding. No that was not what he wanted and he knew in his heart that wasn't what his Father wanted either. But for now he buried his face in the pillow and wept.
(~*~)
Fingolfin was sitting on his throne, slumped to the side, his chin in his hand and a very bored expression on his face.
'Why did I agree to become the High King?' he wondered as he listened to a farmer complain about not having enough irrigation for his crops when one of his guards came running in.
"My King." he said panting for breath successfully cutting off the farmer who glared at him and said "I wasn't fin…"
The guard turn to the farmer and said to him in a no-nonsense tone "What I have to say is more important than your issue." Turning back to the King who was sitting up and looking worried.
"Captain!"
"It's the Prince my Lord, he's…."
"He's what?" Fingolfin said standing up his left foot on the step that leads up to the throne.
The guard looked at him and replied "Your son Prince Argon my Lord, had been injured while he and some guards were in pursuit of a criminal. The one they were chasing led them into an ambush. He and the others are on their way to the healing house." The King ran off the pedestal and was halfway to the door while the guard was still talking. The Captain watched him go he knew the King hadn't really heard much more than his son was hurt, but will most likely check on the others when he knows his son will be okay.
The Captain called out to him when he almost ran into his nephew Finrod "My King look out." But he needn't have bothered as he side stepped around him and continued on out the double doors.
"Uncle?" was all that he managed to get out as Nolo ran past him through the door and into the hall. He was heading to the healing house where his son was. He passed by Turgon who was still reeling from the dream and was heading to get some fresh air when his father ran past him.
'What?' he thought as he watched his father careen around the corner and to the healing house. "Wait healing house now why would he….Argon." Turning he tore off after his father the dream all but forgotten.
Meanwhile…
Findarato frowned as he watched his Uncles robe disappear around the corner at the end of the hall. Turning he tilted his head and pointed after his uncle asking "What in Valar's name?"
"My Prince Finrod your cousin Prince Argon is inju….." this time the guard didn't get to finish as the blonde prince tore out of the throne room following his uncle's footsteps.
(~*~)
Back at the camp in the main tent Maedhros had torn Fingon's clothes off as soon as the flap fell and shoved him down on the cot which creaked under his weight and almost tipped from the momentum of Kano falling on it.
Kano pushed himself up on to his elbows and looked at his cousin as he undressed. As he watched he knew that his Maedhros from Valinar was gone, buried deep inside this new Maedhros the one who takes what he wants with no regard for other's feelings.
A growl escaped Maitimo's lips when he saw Fingon was not how he wanted him. Green eyes narrowed as he dropped his pants, kicking them aside. He prowled to the side of the cot. Leaning down he used his immense height to manipulate Kano on to his back.
Fingon looked up into those green eyes and saw no warmth there, he knew now that the torture that Mae went through changed him and not for the good.
Red lips descended on his and nothing, no spark, no passion, no heat, nothing. There hasn't been any spark for a long time ever since… 'NO!' his mind screamed 'I will not think that.' He yanked his lips away and turned his head to stare at the tent wall.
Maedhros bit his neck in punishment but Fingon was beyond caring, he let his former fire do what he wished as he thought about another's fire.
Daeroch means: Shadow Horse
