Where is Maglor?
Tiny bare feet flew so easily over grass. The young elven boy run like a quick, hungry flame and it was a miracle that the green meadow did not catch on fire behind him.
"Maedhros! Maedhros!"
The calls were distant and a wide grin spread across the boy's face, for that distant voice meant that his victory over Maglor was secure.
He touched the great oak at the end of the meadow with both hands and leaned on it as he panted in exhaustion. His cheeks burned almost as vividly as his hair.
Bright sword sang in his hands as he cut into to sea of foul creatures. Like wildfire his army spread, and they set the battlefield ablaze. The faithful Noldor followed their leader, but he was too swift for them; they were not, could not be fast enough to protect him. All they could do was to watch helplessly as their lonely flame burned into the heart of their enemies. They witnessed helplessly as the slaves of Udun fought with all their strength and numbers, to put out that single flame. But by the time the loathsome hordes succeeded and captured Maedhros even the unsubstantial darkness had caught on bright fire. Morghoth's army was doomed to failure, wildfire spread over the terrains, and that fire was of Feanor's kind; hot and glorious, a purifying kind of light.
'But what comfort can one lonely flame that has been put out, draw from the victory of its fire-storm? None, I would say, Son of Desperation!'
The chuckle itself was so cold, it pierced his ears like a cold dagger forged of ice.
He laid down on green grass, amidst the colourful, blooming flowers of the spring. There was nothing else to do, but to stare up at the drifting clouds, and listen to the falcons as they wailed Manwe's eternal words through the air, while he waited for Maglor to finally catch up with him. It was a perfect day, and he won. Despite his gentler spirit, Maglor was lighter and swifter than his brothers; he was hard to beat. Indeed, it was curious that he still did not arrive... An odd worry clutched his young soul, and he sat up, frowning. Where was Maglor?
'A good question I would say. Where is Maglor, where is your brother?'
Maedhros tried to open his eyes, but for a minute he thought he did not manage, for no matter what he did; darkness remained.
'Where is your brother? Why is he not here, rescuing you?'
The question was no idle taunting any more, it was a cold and furious demand and Maedhros understood that he had to answer. There was no escaping from it, no matter how much he hated to admit the truth.
'I do not know.'
'Oh, but you do Son of Misery. He is not coming to rescue, because you were not found worthy of such efforts... Sad, sad lonely flame. It appears the fire-storm can do quite fine without you. After all, you are just one flame...'
'No! You are a liar!'
'I am now?' he laughed cruelly. 'Where is Maglor then?'
He run wildly and in fright. Where was Maglor?
But the memory dimmed. He could not see or remember anything now, only that desperate run. He felt in his heart the same urge to find Maglor, but the dream never ended. He could not even recall his brother's face, neither could he remember what happened back then, in those happier days. Did he find Maglor in the end? He could not tell.
But there was one thing he knew; Maglor was not here now...
And he endured the freezing snickers of the darkness in tears. Where is Maglor?
Sorry for the rather short chapter and the long wait!
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